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[nana-kom]

Hiiii 🥰 it’s been a long time since I write something right ? But I was feeling very inspired today, so this is my first seventeen fic, i hope you’ll enjoy 🥺

This is a weight gain fic, this contain feedism and weight gain.

Enjoy 💜

The bet

It had been weeks since everyone had been preparing for their new comeback, and everyone was making an effort, every day to rehearse, train and, worst of all, watch their diet in order to lose weight before the first performances. And this aspect of the comeback was what drove the members to despair one by one, and the worst of it was that all but one were paying attention. Indeed, Seungcheol knew very well that he didn't have to diet like the others or be careful, because most of the things he ate he was able to eliminate by exercising or simply turning them into muscle. And that's what the members were jealous of: he ate to his heart's content and in the end he managed to keep a slim figure, and on top of that he was so muscular. They all found it hard to watch him eat and even nibble from time to time, while they were sadly content with the minimum.

Just like this morning, when Jeonghan woke up, he joined Seungcheol who was already in the kitchen eating a rather large breakfast, consisting of two eggs and rice with a protein shake and some small side dishes. He then rolled his eyes and went to sit down next to him, taking some food himself, but saying nothing, then it was Soon-young’s turn to join them for the breakfast like usual. And when he saw his friend's breakfast, he frowned, this time really fed up with seeing him eat so much in front of them.

"It's not fair that you're not in diet !" he then said.

"You're just jealous!" bounced seungcheol, taking another big spoonful of rice.

"Yeah, totally..." added Jeonghan, looking down at his glass of water.

"We can't all have perfect metabolisms," said seungcheol, laughing lightly.

"Yeah, well, it's sport that helps you most of all...considering how you eat..." replied Soon-young in turn.

"You know what ? I'm sure I could double all my quantities and I wouldn't gain a pound !" Jeonghan straightened up in surprise, then met Soon Young's gaze and they smiled at the same time.

"So let's bet! You double all the quantities until the comeback and if you win you'll have proved us wrong, and if you lose, you'll admit that your metabolism isn't so perfect." seungcheol hesitated for a moment then shook hoshi's hand.

"Deal!"

The two men left him to enjoy his last day, waiting patiently for the next day to take care of his case. Seungcheol finished his day quietly, eating well and going to the gym, then falling asleep peacefully in the evening knowing that he'd already won. What he didn't know was that his two friends were really motivated to make him lose. When he got up the next morning, he went to the kitchen, sawing his friends starting to prepare his breakfast. These two friends had a good idea in mind : instead of letting him cook as usual, they would began to prepare his breakfast. Turning his usual meal into : two rices plates, four eggs and two protein shakes, while adding a few nibbles on the side. And they kept an eye on him to make sure he didn't cheat. Seungcheol didn't let himself be disturbed, however, and started to eat, taking his eggs as usual and quietly eating his breakfast. Despite everything, he was starting to feel the difference in his belly, he had the impression of already feeling full even though he hadn't eaten half of it, but he didn't intend to lose out and finished the rest. He also drank his first protein shake in its entirety, then kept the second to accompany him to the gym. On the way, he could feel his belly swelling, but he knew his body would get rid of it quickly, and he intended to win by following all the rules. At the end of his workout, instead of a glass of water, he started his second drink and took cereal bars as usual, doubling the quantity. This exercise continued for the rest of the day, and at lunchtime in the cafeteria, the other members served him not one but two heaping trays to complete the challenge he'd accepted the day before. He looked at the two and swallowed, everything still seemed a lot and he'd agreed to double the quantities but not the workouts, but it was only the first day, he knew his body would get used to it. He then finished both trays and let out a big sigh this time, feeling really full. Even though he had a big appetite, he wasn't used to eating so much. For their part, Jeonghan and Hoshi were enjoying the view and looking forward to winning, as they would make sure things didn't turn out the way Seungcheol had planned.

Back at the dormitory in the evening, Seungcheol was in the habit of eating light or ordering food from time to time. He was surprised when he came across the members eating at the table, and in his place there were two boxes of pizza waiting for him.

"What's this?"he asks

"Pizzas ? We thought you might be hungry on the way home..." then said Jeonghan playing innocent.

"I see what you're trying to do...it won't work!"

He then sat down in his place, opened the pizza box and began to chew it, smiling as he looked at the two men in front of him, tasting the first pizza with pleasure and taunting them for being able to enjoy something fatty when they were content with a salad. But the two men weren't touched by his behavior. When he started on the second pizza, it was harder to swallow: he could feel his belly already starting to pull, and everything he'd eaten during the day was already weighing down. He then unbuttoned his pants to make room and finished his pizza as best he could before resting his back against the back of the chair and rubbing his belly, trying to digest calmly, and inflating his stomach to make room. At this point, Jeonghan got up to fetch a tub of ice cream from the fridge and moved closer to him.

"you're having ice cream at night aren't you?"

"I'm...full...I...can't..."

"So you're losing already?"

"I don't even have the strength to...move the..."

"We'll help you hyung, don't worry..." added Soon Young from behind.

Jeonghan then opened the ice cream tub and began to feed it to his leader, who couldn't refuse. He felt heavy and full, yet his pride told him to carry on. He felt as if his belly was going to explode, and that he'd never be able to finish, yet he suddenly felt Soon Young's hands start to gently massage his belly as Jeonghan fed him. He was a little disturbed, but at the same time, the sensation of having food in his mouth while someone else was gently massaging his belly wasn't unpleasant - quite the contrary... he could even get used to it...

And so it was, for the rest of the week. He'd leave in the morning full of breakfast, with his two drinks with him, then at lunchtime, he'd eat at the agency with his two trays carefully prepared by the members, then in the evening, he'd find himself in this sort of feeding session with his two friends, who took care of feeding him and relieving him of all that food. However, to everyone's disappointment, after a week he hadn't put on much weight, and they even began to wonder if his body was as miraculous as all that. And between his sports sessions and the choreography rehearsals, he was also spending more than expected. It was then that Jeonghan decided to change the rules, transforming the two protein shakes into weight gain shakes...only to make the bet a little fairer...and nobody needed to know, right ?

And halfway through the second week, Seungcheol was surprised to discover that his T-shirt was too small. He pulled at it as hard as he could, but nothing helped: his belly was sticking out. He then went to look in the mirror and was surprised to see his reflection: his weight gain was slight but visible. He bit his lip as he looked at his muscular arms, where the fat was beginning to show and jiggle when he moved. His belly was much more swollen than before, and a light layer of fat was appearing, while the fat on his buttocks was more than noticeable. But the bet was not lost after all? He still had three weeks to go, and nothing to lose in the process. So he put on a much larger sweatshirt and a pair of jogging shorts he was sure he'd fit into, and found his two friends, as usual, preparing food for him...they're really motivated...he thought.

What he also found different as the days went by was that the proportions kept increasing so that he felt full enough to go to work. Although the bet was to double the quantities, he found himself hungry from time to time and started adding different snacks to his diet. And also sometimes instead of going to eat in the cafeteria, he went to fast-food restaurant, or just restaurants, sometimes even all-you-can-eat buffets. What he hadn't counted on was that, on top of all the food he was eating, his stomach was also demanding more and more. And with so much to eat, there was an addictive side to going on and on. To get a nice rub from his members, to be offered the chance to finish the dishes, to find himself tired enough to go to the gym, and to spend one of his days doing nothing but letting his friends pamper him, feeding, massaging, feeding again, and yet still having this hunger inside him that continued to grow.

By the end of the third week, his body had definitely changed, and this was thanks to what Hoshi and Jeonghan had added to his diet, so that calories would accumulate more easily. One morning, they were surprised when Seungcheol didn't come out of his room as usual and, intrigued, Jeonghan decided to go and see him. Jeonghan knocked on Seungcheol's door and went inside. He was surprised to find the leader still asleep, with his belly exposed and about twenty empty snacks beside his bed. He smiled as he looked at his friend - he'd really got him hooked, hadn't he? He then passed his eyes over his admiring body, their masterpiece. His belly, which had been slim and muscular three weeks earlier, had turned into a fatty covering with bulges that were now visible, his thighs were much wider and fattier than before, not to mention his new breasts, which were apparent. Oh yes, he had changed, he was no longer the muscular man of a few weeks ago, and it was all thanks to his friends who had made it a point of honor to feed him like the little pig he was deep down. Jeonghan then walked over to the bed, and sat down beside him, gently caressing his face and taking the opportunity to feel his soft cheeks against his hand, and his double chin now part of his face, having totally obliterated his well-defined jaw. Maybe his metabolism had been fast enough to make him lose weight before, but with this new diet his body knew how to pile on the pounds easily.

"hyung...your breakfast is ready!" then said Jeonghan gently and Seungcheol woke up and smiled softly, thanking him.

He then began to sit up but realized that his stomach was preventing him from sitting up, wasn't he supposed to have abs? He wondered, and then Jeonghan took his hands to help him sit up, taking the opportunity to kneel down and gently caress his belly, which was now resting on his legs.

"Are you going to admit you lost?" then said jeonghan, looking up.

"No...well....I haven't finished the bet yet..."

"But there's one piece of evidence you can't hide any longer." he said as he straightened up and caressed his new curved hide of his body, until seunghceol's belly suddenly began to rumble and jeonghan smiled. "well..let's move on you must be hungry little piggy..."

"I'm not..."

"No, of course not...not yet..."

The days continued to pass, and what should have been evidence for Seungcheol was not, and he would not admit defeat. How could he have lost so miserably? He'd lost to his friends in what should have been an easy challenge, and all he'd gained was weight, and he loved it. Seeing his body get fatter and fatter, greedier and even hornier at the mere thought of getting fatter and fatter, being able to gorge himself all day long and, above all, having his friends encourage his behavior was like a kind of paradise, and he'd largely lost himself in it. For not only had he still managed to make the comeback, but once he'd finished, he'd lost himself in the food again, eating meal after meal, taking larger portions than the others and barely feeling full. And he liked it that way, his body was far from what it had been, as if he'd become the opposite of himself, but he liked himself even more that way. That day, he was sitting on the sofa, having just finished eating a menu designed for four people and trying to massage his stomach in the absence of his friends. He was wearing a T-shirt that was far too small for him, and wearing pants would have been pointless given his condition, and was calmly digesting his meal. His body was sinking into the sofa and his belly would soon fall between his legs; he'd been surprised to discover that a new roll had formed from his belly fat, and he liked it even more. When he was almost in a food-coma, he heard the door open and his two friends arrived with food in their hands.

"We bought you food!" said Soon Young. "oh...you started without us...greedy boy..."

"It was just a little snack..." he said, returning his gaze wondering what was in the bags he was holding.

"Greedy and on top of his lying...if you want to see the contents of his bags you'd better be honest, big boy!" said Jeonghan sitting beside him stroking his belly.

"I was just hungry...this big belly need to be fed..."

"I thought you could double the quantities of your meals without gaining a single gram hyung..." said Soon Young then, this time wanting him to admit defeat.

"I...I...thats because..."

"You're a greedy pig?"

" Y..yeah...and...I need food... "

" Of course you need it...and we are here to take good care of our favorite leader... "

"Thats why I think we should bet more often... "

#weight gain fic #chubbyseventeen #chubby scoups #weight gain svt #chubby kpop #weight gain kpop

[cutiedwaekki]

BADTZ-MARU

— math is the love of my life.

Bangchan x Changbin

summary : Students at SKZ High School found a great way to learn math without the knowledge of their math teacher, Mr. Seo

contain : weight gain ; sort of humiliation; stuffing; a lot ; math ; SFW

A/n : initially this came from a joke (@nana-kom you know 👀) but i hope that you will like it ♡

Honestly you can clearly see how much i love math HAHAHA

.+.(・∀・)ﾟ+.

"Okay class, open your textbook to page 43, and we'll continue with the lesson from last time".

Professor Seo's voice echoed around the room, and he knew how to command the respect of his students, who listened carefully and with great attention.

Admittedly, talking about Neperian logarithms wasn't the most exciting thing, but teacher Seo always knew how to make the class fun and interesting. And let's be honest, the students loved watching him. Sure, he wasn't very tall, to the point where some of his students were taller than him, which hurt his ego, but he was quite imposing with his muscular build, making all the girls who saw him as the ideal man and the boys who wished they had his body squint.

How could a man with such a perfect figure love something as complex as maths? He looked like a jock but talk like a nerd !

Even some teachers wondered. His name Changbin, he aroused the curiosity of many. At just 24 years of age, he had already graduated as a full professor and was proudly teaching at SKZ high school.

Physically, he came across as cold, authoritarian and even frightening. Even the tone of his voice was hoarse. But in reality he was so bubbly, naive, almost innocent.

His former students still had the image in their minds of inviting their teacher to a karaoke party to celebrate their graduation, not expecting him to dance so energetically to popular girlgroup songs.

Changbin was a mystery in itself, a polynomial equation of the second degree;

Difficult to solve when you don't know. Hard to spot if you don't have the eye. Difficult to understand if you're not paying attention.

.+.(・∀・)ﾟ+.

At lunchtime, Changbin greeted the students and left, almost skipping back to the administration office where he was a member in order to put his things on his desk.

—"You're the only one who's this jovial on a Monday" commented Chaeryeong, his colleague and friend, also a teacher but of Korean. "Clearly I don't know how you can expend so much energy and still be energetic" she said with a sigh.

—That's right, it's Monday! Which means that this lunchtime it's yachaejeon for lunch" he exclaimed proudly.

Ah yes, maths aside, Changbin was a real foodie, so every occasion was perfect for eating. He didn't just eat his food, he savored it.

—"Pff, I'm not surprised that you're still single".

Chaeryeong left the advisory board first, followed by a Changbin displeased with her words.

Clearly no one was unaware of Changbin's love of food. If the students wanted to woo him, they'd offer him chocolates so he could write his report and get a better grade.

So if you wanted to woo him ... you just had to appeal to his sweet tooth right?

.+.(・∀・)ﾟ+.

At least that's what Chaeryeong had said, Chan had clearly noted every one of her words in hiq notebook. She had clearly said, "If you want Changbin to be interested in you, you have to either flirt with him with weird math puns or please his stomach."

So Bahng Christopher Chan, a sports teacher, had decided to try everything to attract the attention of Changbin, the popular maths teacher who had melted his heart.

It all started at the beginning of the school year, when Chan was transferred to Korea after a few years as a sports teacher in Australia. Although he had a confident build and appearance, his first day had been very stressful: he knew no one, everyone seemed busy with their own subjects and problems to come and help a teacher whose subject wasn't even seens as essential.

All except Changbin

At lunchtime, he sat down with him in the refectory, smiled broadly and told him "It's always confusing on the first day of school, even as a teacher".

That smile, that ease with socializing, that way of putting him at ease

He'd fallen straight under his spell.

Now you can understand why, on that Monday morning, when Changbin was giving a fascinating lecture on Neperian logarithm to his class, Chan had come up to Chaeryeong and begged her to give him some advice.

He would at least hope it would work, he really wanted Changbin to feel as loved as Chan felt when he came to talk to him.

.(・∀・)ﾟ.+.

—"So what does the triangle say to the circle?"

—"....I don't know but i guess you're going to tell me."

—"You're pointless"

Clearly a normal morning for Changbin, taking a coffee break with Chaeryeong who, although annoyed by his friend's jokes, always paid attention and listened to him, showing how much the brunette meant to her despite her bored expression.

—"I've got one too", said Chan, suddenly intruding on their conversation. Chaeryeong didn't mind, knowing Chan's intention while avoiding Changbin's math joke and laugh.

—"Go ahead, but I warn you, I know all the jokes.

So Chan took a straight, serious look before clearing his throat and speaking, "Are...are you a 45-degree angle? because you're perfect".

Changbin clearly didn't expect this, he was half flattered and half confused as a blush grew on his face. "Nice one... you got me" he said before chuckling, seeming not to understand the meaning behind the joke that was so obviously a pickup line more than a joke.

But before Chan could retort, Changbin moved away, adding that it was time for him to get to class.

—"I told you, he's slow to understand, so if you really want to seduce him, seduce his stomach!" Chaeryeong exclaimed, crossing her arms before walking away towards her desk, leaving Chan and his hand full of maths pick-up lines writtend on his hand.

Maybe she was right

.+.(・∀・)ﾟ.+.

—"Chae' did you put that box on my desk?"

—"Yes, because I've been madly in love with you for years and I only chose to tell you now."

Changbin just chuckled at his friend's sarcastic reply, he was intrigued by the large box in front of him, a sort of basket with a whole heap of goodies, he supposed it must have been a parent who had sent it to him, as a member of the school board and a maths teacher, he was the one whose parents turned to him to help their child find a good school or even get into the best one.

There was a letter, he would just have to know.

The outside of the letter was a pretty pink color, it was so cute, the inside, on the other hand, was empty, no message of thanks, no declaration of love, just a sentence

Are you √2? 'Cause I feel irrational around you!

From : C.B

He closed the letter as quickly as it had been opened and moved away from her, blushing. Clearly he hadn't expected that and this person seemed to know a thing or two about mathematics to concoct a pick-up line for him that honestly seemed to work well.

—"You're so dramatic, just take the sweet and shut up or I'll shove it in your mouth".

Before pissing off his friend, Changbin mumbled a few apologies before sitting down on his desk, unwrapping the wrapping before starting to nibble on some sweets while he worked.

What he didn't suspect was that in the distance a certain sports teacher was staring impatiently in his direction, more than a little proud that his plan had worked, if he kept at it he'd one day be able to confess himself to him and they'd be together forever.

.+.(・∀・)ﾟ.+.

—"You know, you should slow down with the sweets."

—"And throw all that free food? Impossible" Changbin didn't even seem to react to her remark and just finished eating his doughnut, his cheek covered in powdered sugar.

—"Fine , but don't complain because you've put on weight" Chaeryeong sighed, deciding to move on as her worries to his friend went unheard.

After all, gifts from this secret admirer were becoming more and more frequent? In addition to chocolates and candies, Changbin had recently been treated to pastries ranging from muffins to doughnuts. One thing was certain, these foods were always eaten by Changbin, who hated wasting. Nevertheless, all these caloric excesses meant that after several weeks without knowing this mysterious secret admirer, the maths teacher was seriously starting to put on weight.

It was nothing at first, just a swollen abdomen and plumper cheeks. Then his thighs started rubbing together, his ass making every pair of jeans hard to wear. His belly swelled relentlessly, pushing against her shirts where between each button you could see his fat.

With all these changes, you'd think Mr Seo would have decided to go on a diet and exercise more. But he always had a reason to put it off.

"I have to correct test"

"I've got to do subjects for my class".

"I have to prepare a presentation for the administration office ".

Eventually, he became accustomed to this weight, and it even became one of his charms.

At least, the students were sure they could tempt the teachers with a few sweets, but no one was surprised to see him eating such large quantities in the canteen.

And Chan ... let's just say that he discovered that he was madly in love with Changbin, he had fallen even more for his body.

Seeing him eat so happily, rubbing his belly after a meal. Worst of all, once, when they'd both stayed late at school, he walked past the board office and caught him playing with his belly, resting it on the edge of the table and then dropping it back onto his lap.

Since, his deliveries of sweets had become more frequent and in greater quantities. And if at first his pick-up lines on maths were amusing and cute, they were becoming more and more sexual in nature, like :

Baby, I wish you were x2 and I was x3/3 so I could be the area under your curve.

I know my math. And you've got one significant figure

I'd like to be your math tutor for the night: add a bed, subtract your clothes, divide your legs and multiply!

I like fractions, do you want to do some with me? I am like a numerator because I like to be on top.

At first he was afraid his words might go too far and scare Changbin, especially when he saw him hurry off, taking all the letters and some cakes and running to the toilet.

Chan was worried he'd gone too far. Luckily, it was during the holidays, so there were no students in sight.

After all, nobody but Chan needed to hear him moaning as he masturbated AND eating in the bathroom...

Changbin seemed to like this secret admirer very much indeed.

But would he still love him if he found out it was Chan?

.(・∀・).+.

—"Don't you think Mr. Seo has put on weight?"

—"Are you kidding, I feel like he's getting fatter each day!"

— "Stop it, that's not nice! Mr. Seo is a good teacher and we shouldn't make fun of him".

—"We're not making fun of him Lily, we're just noticing that the function f(x) of his weight is equal to eⁿ with its limit n when n times to infinity equal to plus infinity"

—"Who are you trying to impress with your formulas?"

- "The positive side is that at least his weight makes us study our courses"

—"Do you really want to do math from the teacher's weight?"

—"I bet you I can create a whole problem"

—"Bet? If you fail, you'll have to do my homework for 3 weeks."

—"Bet"

.+.(・∀・)ﾟ+.

—"Coach Bang there you are! You're in a good mood, aren't you?" commented one of the admins.

—"That's because I've got a date tonight with my crush" he said as he whistled happily, causing various whispers in the room.

—"You have a crush ? Who is she? Is it a teacher from here?"

—"I bet it's Chaeryeong, you always go to the admission office !"

Chan just chuckled and grabbed an apple from one of the fruit baskets before putting down some files. He was about to leave without saying anything, but couldn't resist adding, "I never said it was a woman", creating a huge hubbub in the room as everyone debated the lucky one.

At the same time, Changbin entered the office, handing over some files for next year's re-enrolment of his second-year class.

He smiled innocently as he waddled happily along.

—"Oh, looks like you've got a date tonight too, Mr. Seo" commented Felix, one of the secretaries.

—"How did you guess ?"

—"Mr Bahng dropped by earlier and he was just as euphoric as you."

At these words, Changbin could only blush, his phone began to vibrate, and he quickly deposited his file before claiming an emergency at the admissions office.

-"It's crazy, they're all going to have a date tonight, what a nice coincidence" commented Yerim.

—"What if it's not a coincidence ?"

.+.(・∀・).+.

It was getting late, almost everyone had left. All except Changbin, who stayed late to design his lessons for his students. He always tried to make everything fun and entertaining. Even if he was in charge of several classes, he would create each subject for each student, confronting them with their difficulties so that they could improve, but above all not compare themselves with those who had some facility in maths.

He was a very devoted teacher to his students and to his subject. So much so that he didn't feel a presence enter his office until he came up and hugged him from behind.

—"Channie! What are you doing here so late?"

Chan chuckled before pitting his lips against his lover's. "You promised me you'd be home. But you weren't when I rang the bell, so I assumed you were still there".

Changbin couldn't help blushing, he was ashamed that Chan had waited outside his house to finally come back here. But Chan seemed to notice his concern and ruffled his soft hair before adding, "I bough us something to eat!"

—"Oh, you shouldn't have Channie, I told you next time I was paying" changbin pouted before nudging his lover gently.

—"Get off work early and maybe you'll finally invite me in for dinner" he said with a sneer.

But as Chan brought out the bowls of noodles, he was surprised to count 3. He looked up at Chan, especially when he opened two bowls of noodles towards him, while he was content with just one.

Changbin was certainly naive, but not stupid, and he put his hand on his belly and rubbed it, a sort of habit he'd acquired since his belly rested on his knees.

—"Why do I get two bowls and you don't?"

Chan, who had started to eat, choked, looked up at him shyly and pretexted "it was the offer, two bought one free".

—"More like you're trying to fatten me up!

—"So what? Doesn't it work?"

—"I've had to change clothes sizes three times since the beginning of the year."

—"I'm just trying to keep you healthy", he said, grabbing one of the bowls and feeding it directly to Changbin, who didn't seem really surprised by it. In fact, he was used to it.

—"As a sports coach, wouldn't your aim be to keep me fit? I used to be an musclar".

But chan chuckle, it's true that if Changbin had put on so much weight it was mostly dut to his secret admirer who liked to send him sweets and puck up lines about maths.

—I should, but I love you more than your body. And I like to have something to hold on to, if you know what I mean".

At his words, Changbin coughed lightly and gave him a light tap on the shoulder, while Chan smiled in satisfaction.

—"So you love me like this?"

—"I love every one of your curves Binnie, I could kiss your whole body to prove it"

—"What if... I liked it too? What if I wanted more? Would you like that?"

—"You can do what you like with your body, my love, I'll be there to support you, but if you want to put on weight, I'd be delighted to help you, I love to see you eat well"

Chan underestimated the impact of his words on Changbin; he seemed to be zoning out, but in reality, he was just holding back a groan. The mix of being fed plus being worshipped by Chan was a big turn-on for him, who just continued to eat in silence while Chan fed him, commenting on how handsome he was, how cute his belly was, how his ass drove him crazy.

The evening had begun to unravel when, by the end of the second bowl of noodles, Changbin's shirt was stretched to the limit, his belly showing through the gaps in the shirt as his buttons struggled to stay in place.

As soon as his shirt ripped, the two of them looked at each other, obviously just as excited by it.

—"Do you want to do it here?" Changbin whispered.

—"The closet on the second floor is always empty, there's no surveillance camera.

—"It's ... too far"

—"Don't worry I'll carry you my sweet prince, you'll have nothing to do, just enjoy"

—"Channie I'm too big for you to carry"

But Chan didn't seem worried and complied, carrying the brunette in bridal style. "I'm training to lift weights at the gym for this moment my love"

—"You're such a cliché"

—"But you love me for it"

—"Sure, now please , show me that my body is the nicest arc length you've ever seen."

.(・∀・)ﾟ+.

—"Don't you find that Coach Bahng often goes to the admission office ?"

—"Have you noticed it too?"

—"Yeah, but if it's not for Miss Lee or Miss Park I really don't see why."

—"Don't you know? I hear he likes men!"

—"Really? Then it would be for the interim Yang?"

—"I think so too"

Suddenly, another, deeper voice interrupted their conversation: it was Felix.

—"You know there's also Mr. Seo".

Yet they both looked at him before a face of disgust formed.

—"Not that we don't like Mr Seo, Changbin oppa is so nice and funny, but he doesn't seem the type to please a sports coach, if you know what I mean".

Felix was puzzled; he liked the gossip between secretaries, but here they were clearly belittling a teacher over his physical appearance. Just as he was about to give a speech on the importance of not judging a book by its cover, a group of students rushed in, all looking shocked as if they'd seen a ghost.

—"What's the matter, Ji-Seok?"

—"It's Mr. Bahng and Mr. Seo they're ...."

—"What's going on? Has something bad happened?" Felix asked worriedly, putting his hand on the high school student's shoulder, as if to reassure him. The boy looked so panicked that something serious must have happened!

—"My friends and I were on our way to the music club when we heard a noise in the 2nd floor closet . We wanted to see who it was and... we caught Coach Bahng and Mr. Seo having... you know ".

At this news, all jaws dropped, only Felix smirked slightly and turned to the two secretaries who were talking about Coach Bahng's love life.

—'Not the type to please a coach uh?"

All day long, the rumor of Coach Bahng and maths teacher Seo making out in a closet was spreading fast, and honestly, neither of them had tried to deny it.

.+.(・∀・)ﾟ+.

—"Yes Gaeul?"

—"Mr. Seo is it true you're dating Coach Bahng?"

Changbin couldn't help blushing at this question, which made some students laugh as they felt they'd had their answer

—"Let's talk about the chapter please, then. To determine the directing vector of a straight line given by a Cartesian equation, you need..."

—"What do you like about him?"

—"Who made the first move?"

—"Is it true that you fucked in the establishment?"

–"I hear he's a chubby chaser!"

At exactly that moment, Changbin sighed heavily; he was definitely too close to his class

—"You know what? You clearly don't want to study, and I don't feel like teaching today" he said before taking a seat, looking far too exhausted for someone who'd been standing for 35 minutes. The students at the beginning shouted victory, as if they were going to get answers to their questions.

Unfortunately, they forgot for a moment that Changbin was still a maths teacher who loved his subject a little too much...

–"At the next class, I'll give you a test, and if everyone has more than 95, I'll answer all your questions."

With a satisfied smile, he took a chocolate bar out of his pocket and ate it as he saw all his students suddenly get down to work, as if scalar product had suddenly become the most interesting thing in the world.

Unfortunately, Changbin was a victim of his own success: his students were so passionate that on the next test, they all got more than 95...

If only he knew that it wasn't only Chan who was passionate about his body...

.+.(・∀・)ﾟ+.

Only if what was meant to be a joke between classmates became a real exercise, which at first spread through the class, making a few laugh.

But the exercise began to leak out to other classes.

Surprisingly, you'd think the students would laugh at Professor Seo, but he was far too proud of his body to take this sort of thing the wrong way.

How did the exercise leak out? It was Professor Seo who did it.

He had caught Jin-seok reading a piece of paper in class, and taking it, thinking it was some sweet words he was exchanging with a student, he was surprised when he read the statement.

—"We're trying to determine Professor Seo's weight. Let's consider u0 as the professor's initial weight such that u0 = 65 kg of reason 5.5 and n the number of months such that u(n+1) = u0 + n + 5.5.

Determine when it will be before Professor Seo can no longer walk through the door".

The whole class froze, sure they'd enjoyed doing the exercise, maybe it had gone too far, but they all appreciated and respected Professor Seo.

Clearly they hadn't expected to see him push up his glasses and waddle over to the blackboard, copying out the statement.

—"It's pretty well formulated for high school students , to be honest, but to make it more realistic there are several things to take into account. Moreover, it is not specified whether the sequence is arithmetical or geometrical; we simply assume it by seeing u(n+1). What's more, we don't have any data on the door's circumference, and weight isn't a really determinable criterion of whether someone can pass through a door or not. Instead of looking for when Professor Seo won't be able to get through the door to give you a superb maths lesson, let's look instead for when his chair won't fit any more, bearing in mind that the weight limit is 115 kg. So as soon as (un) is greater than or equal to 115, this superb chair will no longer be suitable for my body. Any questions?"

The class was speechless, amazed at how down to earth their teacher was.

—"You... you're not mad?"

—"Why should I be? I'm very confident in my body, and I don't mind if my weight helps my students work harder. Look, you've all got together to create an exercise based on a joke, you've understood that maths is a funny thing once you understand it, that means I've made you want to learn. Look how much progress you've made this year, clearly if you don't all have your diplomas by the end of the school year I'll be very angry".

The whole class laughed. They were lucky to have a teacher like Mr. Seo. A man who loved maths and shared his love of the subject.

—"Sir, who do you prefer between maths and coach Bahng?"

—"Know your limits".

.+.(・∀・)ﾟ+.

So guys ... when will Professor Seo outgrow his chair ? 👀

#weight gain #my fic #my fics #skz chubby #chubby changbin #chubby kpop

[likkolo]

hiii

hi i've been lurking around tumblr for a little while looking at chubby/wg/feedism skz stuff and it seems like all of a sudden there's a lot more people posting about it than there used to be?? so i figured i would join in too and actually make an account <3<3 i have an ao3 but i think i want to use this account to post more casual drabbles and stuff. anyways i'm changbin biased but i think all of skz deserve to feed and be fed 🫶

#chubby skz #chubby kpop #skz feedism #do ppl actually use these tags

[quokkahans]

Double Catfished! [Part 1/3]

Hopeless romantic Seo Changbin tests his luck in a dating app, and finds a new friend in the name of Jisung. What happens if they finally meet each other after being online boyfriends for months and both of them gain weight? (Also, Jisung has a secret the older doesn't know…)

WARNING: This fic contains feederism, and intentional weight gain which are all SAFE FOR WORK / SFW. If you are uncomfy with this type of story, please look away and scroll before the cut.

AO3 VERSION

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Changbin was a bit nervous, fiddling with his fitted polo shirt while the pants were trying to hold on as the button was on the brink of popping, a result of his greedy escapades which became compounded with stress from not only working as an journalist assistant but also from the possibility of his date slash virtual boyfriend flipping out on how his profile was.. different from reality.

But hold on, how did the black-haired get himself in such a sticky situation? Let's rewind a bit, a year ago to be exact and several kilos lighter. Changbin was in his hopeless romantic phase and like a desperate person wanting to have a boyfriend, he sought his chances on a gay dating app.

"Not this one.. he's way out of my league.", he grumbled, swiping left after doing the same for a few other men who either were jocks or too direct to the point. "Ew, what is that?! Didn't need to see that in a profile picture..", an annoyed sigh came out before the next picture made him stop.

It showed a cute boy, maybe a bit younger than Changbin but he didn't mind that, as long he wasn't TOO young. The boy scrolled down and realized his name was Han Jisung, what a cute name for a cute boy. Not to mention that Jisung works at a cafe and makes the cheesecake there, artisan indeed.

"Oooh~", Changbin whistled, scrolling even more thru the profile and seeing the featured pictures.

But it just sank in that the quokka-like person on the screen was more than that, he was buff.

And of course, Binnie's gaydar skyrocketed and always had a fixation for big boys (if you know what I mean ;D). It was a no brainer for the panicked gay to swipe right and surprise surprise! They are a match!

"OH MY GOD, YES!", Changbin squealed before a 'ping' sounds on his phone, there was a message. Assuming it was Jisung, he promptly opened it and he couldn't help but giggle cutely at what it said.

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== JISUNGIE (Active Now) ==

Quokka.Sung: Hey, wassup? Didn't know I got a hottie as a match 😉

Wait.. WHAT?! That was a complete 180 and a curveball, Changbin didn't expect this baker to be so flirty but he didn't mind!

( Oh.. Hey! 😅 Everything's good. I got matched with a cute baker, so nice. 😉 )

Changbin scrunched his face in disapproval upon reading that, so he erased it. "Ew, I'm not THAT flirty in real life-" 

( Everything's fine 😅 Got you as a match, huh? You're a cute one. What's up there? )

== **SEND** ==

*Sent 10:05 am*

*Read, Seen*

Quokka.Sung is typing.. 

Quokka.Sung: Aww, thank you! Well, had a tiring shift at the bakery. Worth it though 😅

And they started to click with each other and talk, how cute!

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Seo.Binnie: That's nice! What bakery do you work at, by the way? Just curious, hehe.

Quokka.Sung: Well, you might know it but it's Bbokari Bakery! My friend Felix owns the place.

Seo.Binnie: Oh yeahh! I know that one. I could go there if I could but I had a tiring day yesterday so I'll just stay at home. 😂

Quokka.Sung: Fair point! What's been your life lately?

Seo.Binnie: An assistant in a broadcasting network, I handle the sounds and microphones.

Quokka.Sung: Whoa! That's.. amazing! It must be a lot of hard work.

Seo.Binnie: Yeah, but it's worth it. xD

Quokka.Sung: You know what? I'll give you a surpise from the bakery, free of charge. Just send me your place.

Seo.Binnie: *sends location* Surprise me! 

**Quokka.Sung reacted with a 😉 face**

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And that's how the two met, in a dating app. So sweet, right?

Oh, and the surprise was like a collection of cookies, cupcakes and a slice of Jisung's favorite cheesecake. Now that's a very good gift for Valentine's!

-- 3 months later --

Wow, it's been 3 months already? Okay, so the two have actually been talking a lot and I mean A LOT. These two just met at a dating app and now they are clicking! But don't blame them, they just have the same sense of humor and dynamics.

Not to mention that they did a lot of new stuff lately, but they haven't really met in person. Just some audio calls here and there, no problem.

But that just made Changbin the target of teasing towards his fellow workers at the news company, with their main argument being that the shorter man was "head over heels" about a baker next door.

Also, it wasn't the love that grew towards Jisung for Changbin, he also sported a small pooch of fat that was his abs due to the stress and all those snacks he was sent by a "secret person" but he didn't notice it since it didn't show on his clothes.

"And you know, I didn't even do anything and yet I had to pay for the broken light! Ugh, it's so unfair!", Changbin rambled about an accident that happened on set, good thing the newscast wasn't live or it would have become a viral moment.

Jisung, meanwhile, snickered softly while his phone was trapped between his ear and his shoulder as it was another busy day for him in the bakery. "That sucks! I hope it wasn't that mu- Hold on, Binnie, I have another call to take.", the quokka man said before answering a call, supposedly about a delivery.

Then, after the younger finished with the call, he went right back to talking with Changbin. "Oh my god, there you are! You took so long!", the older man almost shouted from the other side of the line and you could know that he was pouting.

"Oh shush, don't tell me you've been waiting for me! Aren't you busy?", the baker rolled his eyes playfully before Changbin snickered. "Not really, we're on break! Also, are you the one always sending me free food to my house?", the older questioned, making Jisung freeze before chuckling sheepishly.

"Ahh, what? Nope, not at all! Like what I reminded you, the surprise was just one time only, right? Maybe you got someone admiring you~", Jisung teased again before chuckling even more, "I'll talk to you later, Binnie. My co-workers are so mean, I'll take care of them teasing me. HAHAHA! Byebye!", he ended the call before Changbin was left speechless.

What the brunette didn't know was that his co-worker, Seungmin, was side eyeing him after the puppy eavesdropped on the conversation. "Huh, looks like you two have been so close, hm?", he snorted before getting nudged by Changbin.

"Yah, it's none of your business!", the older said, a bit flustered but Seungmin just rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah. Let me know when you both are finally together, our friends ship you both by the way.", the puppy-like boy said before dismissively waving a hand, going on with his work.

Were this feelings.. true? But it was something different, and Changbin didn't sleep well lately because of these thoughts.

#j fics #weight gain #chubby skz #chubby kpop #binsung #skz

[sluttywoozi]

Like A Melody | ljh x f!reader

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~3.9k | Pairing: ljh x f!reader | genre: smut

Jihoon has fucked you in his studio before, but never like this.

Warnings: dom!jihoon, studio sex, biting, hair pulling, grinding, cumming in pants, multiple orgasms, oral f. rec., fingering, recorded sex (just voices), male masturbation, praise kink, piv sex, creampie

Reader Notes: chubby, has breasts and a vagina, subby

Jihoon needs to take a break. 

He desperately needs to take a break, and he knows this, so why can’t he do it?

He’s been working on music for hours; his fingers are starting to cramp from plucking guitar strings and pressing down piano keys, his throat is sore from trying lyric after lyric, and his hair is a mess from his fingers running through it every other minute. His eyes are exhausted, the blue light lenses in his glasses only doing so much. Even his back hurts, which rarely happens now that he lifts so heavy. 

But he just can’t make himself quit, which is why he breathes a sigh of relief when he hears the knock. It’s soft, just like you, and he calls out a quiet, “Come in,” feeling the smile stretch his lips as soon as your sweet face peeks through the slowly opening door. 

“Are you busy?” You ask apprehensively, your eyes darting between his face and his computer. 

He can’t take a break for himself but he can for you, so he says, “Not at all, baby,” and pulls his glasses off, minimizing his music production software. Pushing away from his desk, he turns his chair to face you and holds his hand out, waiting for you to come closer and take it. He just holds your hand for a minute, staring up at you with tired eyes and letting them blink closed when you lean down and press your lips to his. 

Kissing you is as easy as loving you. It’s one of the few times in his life where he can shut his brain off and just feel, because every movement comes naturally to him. Dancing and singing do too, of course, but he has to count beats and remember words and keep every next move in mind. 

With you, Jihoon can just do what feels right. Like taking hold of your knee with his free hand and pulling until you give in and straddle him in his chair. He loves how plush and perfect you feel against him, all of his sharp edges rounded out by your curves, and he loves even more having your weight on him. 

He can take it, he can take you, and he likes to remind you at every opportunity. 

Sliding lower in the chair, he pulls your hips into his to let you feel his hardening dick, his hand flexing in yours when you grind down. He can feel how hot you are through your little pajama shorts, and if he knows you at all, you’re wet already. He works his fingers free of yours to slide them between your legs, pulling your shorts and panties to the side so he can feel you through his thin athletic pants. 

Your arousal soaks the fabric as soon as he thrusts up into you, making him let out a small laugh against your lips. You pout in response and mutter, “Shut up,” still working your hips against his. 

“Didn’t say anything, baby,” he teases, smirking up at you and squeezing your lush hips with both hands. You sink yours into his hair and pull, and suddenly, nothing is funny. His hips buck against yours as his cock twitches, precum leaking from the head adding to the wet patch on his lap. 

Your hips roll into his and he starts to throb, his dick pulsing in time with his heart. He can’t let you keep going or you’ll make him cum in his pants, or maybe… he could? 

Should he? 

It makes you feel good to make him feel good, and you always have a little pep in your step after he lets you make him cum first. He’s also desperate to get his mouth on you, and you’ll be more inclined to let him take care of you if he’s already taken care of. 

With his mind made up, he pulls you down onto his cock and grinds into you, exhaling a moan against your mouth when you tug on his hair again. You love it this length, you’ve told him, and he’s going to keep it like this for as long as he possibly can. Partially for you, mostly because he fucking adores having you brush it and play with it and braid it. 

He gets to be so close to you, and your fingers in his hair feel heavenly, even (especially) when you get a little rough. 

His scalp stings with the next pull and it sends a shiver down his spine, ending in a sharp buck of his hips. He stretches his thumbs out to pull your pussy apart so he can grind into your clit, hoping to take you over the edge with him. 

He’s getting close already, and you’re so wet, he can feel every inch of your cunt like there’s nothing separating him from you. Soon enough, there will be nothing, and he’ll be able to lick and suck and kiss you as much as he wants. 

You bite his lip and drag your nails over his scalp, and that’s it for him. 

His brain goes offline and his hips stutter against yours, a low groan leaving his open mouth as his dick twitches and jerks, streaks of cum splattering the inside of his pants. Your hips don’t stop moving until he stops them himself, his harsh grip dimpling your flesh. 

“Fuck,” Jihoon sighs, blinking his eyes open to find you beaming at him. 

He can only smile wryly at you in response, shaking his head and letting go of your hips to grab you by the waist. 

“Up you go,” he pushes, hefting you up to sit on his keyboard, discordant notes filling the studio until he leans forward and presses mute. 

“Are you su-”

“I’ve literally dreamed about this,” he tells you, for the first time. 

“You have?” You almost sound like you don’t believe him, and Jihoon simply can’t have that.

“Yes. I’ve dreamed about spreading you out on my desk just like this,” he shoulders his way between your legs. “And kissing up these thighs,” he presses his mouth to your soft skin, digging his teeth in only once, though he wants to leave you covered in bite marks. 

“And feeling them squeeze my head when I finally get you on my tongue,” he leans in and licks from your cunt to your clit, fighting a smile when your thighs snap closed just like he knew they would. 

He wants to talk to you more but he can’t pull himself away from your pussy, can’t make his mouth form words when he’s so busy using it on you. And honestly, his priority is keeping it on you, for as long as he possibly can. 

Between work and sleep, he doesn’t get to taste you nearly as often as he wants to, and now that he actually is between work and sleep, he plans on making the most of it. By shoving his tongue inside you over and over, by wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking until you cry, by groaning and humming into you both so you can feel the vibrations and to voice his obsession with your pussy. 

And Jihoon is obsessed with your pussy, make no mistake. If he didn’t love his job so much, he’d quit and spend all his time worshiping you, taking care of you, loving you. He honestly thinks he’d make a killer house husband, and someday, when he retires, he plans on becoming one. 

He can imagine it now, cleaning and working out and sleeping until you come home, then feeding you and fucking you till the sun sets, reading to you and massaging away any soreness before wrapping you up in his arms and falling to sleep together. He can still make music while you’re gone, but he won’t be jetting off or practicing for hours on end anymore. 

He’s not ready for that now, but for a distant dream, it’s pretty enticing. 

Even more enticing is the paradise between your thighs; the taste of you, the scent of you, the feel of you clouding his mind. He can barely breathe but that doesn’t matter, not when you’re moving with his tongue like this, grinding your hips onto his face as he sucks and sucks and sucks at your swollen little clit. 

He wishes he could record the sounds coming out of your mouth, wishes he could play them back to you, watch you squirm and feel you flush at the sheer debauchery of them. It occurs to him that he could, but he’d have to pull away from you enough to ask and he’s unable to do so at the moment. 

You’re just too hot and wet and perfect for him to stop for even a second, so he’ll save that idea for another time and focus on making you cum for him now. He can tell you’re getting close, by the way your thighs shudder against his ears, by the keen you let out when he sucks hard enough to hollow his cheeks, by the hand you sink into his hair to hold him to you, as if he’d ever want to leave. 

All it takes is a groan and a shake of his head and you’re cumming, your arousal leaking all over his chin and dripping down his throat to soak into the neckline of his t-shirt. He’ll take it off as soon as he gains the will to detach himself from you. 

It doesn’t come to him until his eyes travel up your body and catch on the way your tits heave in your sleep tank. He wants to see them, feel them, taste them, bury his face in them. 

Finally, he stands and rips off his shirt, leaning over you and waiting for you to raise your arms before tugging your top off and throwing it to the side. He takes a second to appreciate your bare breasts, the shape and weight of them intoxicating, and then shoves his face between them, licking over to one nipple and opening his mouth around it with a groan. 

He fucking loves your tits, and he shows you just how much with his lips and his teeth and his tongue, one thigh between yours to hold them open for his searching fingers. They find your clit with practiced ease and start to rub staccato circles, chasing you when your hips buck in sensitivity. 

He covers your other breast with his free hand, squeezing and brushing his thumb over your pebbled nipple as he sucks at its twin. You must have already showered, your skin tasting like your honey and cocoa butter lotion, and he can’t get enough, his head filling with clouds and images of you dripping wet and running your hands all over your body. 

He’s gotten you messy again, but he’s sure you knew what you were doing when you knocked on his studio door. This is almost always how you end up when you come to check on him, his hunger for you insatiable, incurable. 

How could he ever get enough of you when you’re this luscious, this sweet, this perfect? His mouth strays from your breast to your stomach, his lips tracing your rolls and stretch marks and cute little belly button before he sinks back down into his chair. He pushes your legs apart with a firm hand and replaces his fingers with his tongue, gliding it over you and sliding his fingers down to your entrance. 

He fills you with them slowly even as your cunt flutters and squeezes, wanting them deeper already. He’ll give you what you want, he always does, but first he’ll tease you a little bit. Not to be mean, or to punish you for something, but because he fucking loves to hear you beg. 

It always takes you a little push to lose your shyness, to find your voice, and this time, his push comes in the form of three fingers stretching your entrance open, sinking in only to the first knuckle. Your hips roll into his hand and his free one flies up to hold them still, his arm banding over your lap to hold you down so he can fill you at his pace. 

He goes much slower than he knows you would prefer, and he presses his smile into your clit when you finally break down. 

“Jihoon, please, I’ve been so good for you,” you whine, and he feels the heat spread from head to toe as he realizes it’s one of those nights. The kind where you need him to take control, to be rough with you, to reward you when you’ve earned it. 

And you have earned it, so he lets his fingers fill you, pushing them in all the way and murmuring into your clit, “You have been good, baby. I’ll give you what you need, promise.”

You just whimper, your head tilting back on your neck when he scissors his fingers apart and your walls clinging to them as he pulls them out to the tip. “Eyes on me, baby.”

He waits for you to return your gaze to his before pushing his fingers back inside of you and beginning to fuck you with them, his lips pursing around your clit and sucking with every thrust. Your pussy is so fucking hot and wet around his fingers, it makes him moan into you, just the thought of feeling you wrapped around his cock enough to reawaken it. 

It twitches in his damp boxers when a curl of his fingers beckons forth a rush of wetness and a sharp keen, one that echoes in his mind like a looped track.  

“Baby, can I record you?” 

He asks before he can stop himself, but now that it’s out in the air, he won’t take it back. He rests his cheek against your thigh as he waits, his heart pounding and his dick throbbing. 

“Um, sure?” You don’t sound certain, and Jihoon doesn’t want you to regret anything. He can always delete them, but he doesn’t want you to do something you’re not comfortable with. 

“You don’t have to say yes, Y/n. I just think it would be… really fucking hot. Having your voice on file, being able to listen to you whenever I want, using your sounds in songs that will never be heard by anyone but us.”

You squirm under his forearm and clench around his fingers, and he believes you when you say, “Do it, Jihoon. Record me.”

His lips stretch in a broad, genuine smile and he reaches for the computer mouse, opening his recording software and clicking the red button. 

He watches little waves form on the baseline, curls his fingers, grinds them into the rough patch inside of you, and arches an eyebrow. You gasp weakly, seemingly shy now that your noises are being picked up by something other than his ears. 

Jihoon can be patient though, knows that soon enough, he’ll make you forget all about it. 

You’re still being good, holding eye contact and keeping your thighs spread for him, so he rewards you with his mouth around your clit, a heavy suck startling a moan from your parted lips. He fights a smile, his lips pursing and pulling at the swollen bundle of nerves, and starts to hum, knowing you love the vibrations. 

He can’t see the software from here but the wave must spike because you let out a sharp cry, your nails scratching at the edge of his desk until he takes your hands and puts them on his head. Your fingers delve into his hair and you pull his face into your pussy, and he knows he’s got you. 

He didn’t really consider the mic picking up his own noises but he’s sure it is, his grunts and groans audible even with your thighs pressed to his ears. He can’t stop though, can’t hold them in when you taste so fucking good, when your cunt is searing hot and soaking wet under his mouth, when your nails are scratching at his scalp and sending zaps of electricity down his spine. 

They all end in his cock, and he feels it jerk against the waistband of his boxers. He’s tired of them, removes his arm from your hips to shove them and his pants down, groaning loudly when his cock pops out into the open air. It’s sticky with cum and hard enough to hurt, and he can’t resist taking hold of it with his free hand, squeezing hard at the base to ease some of the ache. 

His fingers thrust into you as he strokes his dick, the slick sounds loud in his studio, and you crane your neck, your eyes searching until they find his hand at work. 

“Fuck, Jihoon, I want you inside of me,” you whine breathlessly, trying to pull him off your cunt by the hair. That just makes him moan into you, makes his cock jump in his grasp, makes him fuck his fingers into you harder. 

“Cum for me first,” he demands, determined to get at least two orgasms on this file for mixing purposes. It seems he’s still a producer even when he’s trying to just be a boyfriend. 

You pout but listen well, your cries reaching a fever pitch as your pussy flutters around his fingers, arousal spilling out of you and dripping between the keys of his keyboard. He may have to buy a new one, but that’s a problem for future Jihoon, and a problem he would be lucky to have. 

“Perfect, baby, that was perfect,” he murmurs in a low tone, wanting your voice to be the focal point. 

“Will you fuck me now?” You pant, reaching down to smooth your fingers over the head of his cock, making him shiver and swallow a groan. 

“Yeah, baby, I’ll fuck you now,” he whispers, standing from the chair and pulling away from you to tug you off his desk. Your knees shake when you get your feet under you and he smirks, cupping your cheek and pressing a kiss to your lips before taking you by the hips and turning you around. 

He squeezes your shoulder and starts pushing you down, letting you bend over the rest of the way by yourself. You fold your arms under your head, resting your cheek on them so you can watch as he guides his dick to your cunt and sinks inside. 

You’re stretched out enough to take him easily, your walls forming to his cock and gripping it tightly. You’re such a perfect fucking fit for him, it’s like you were made for one another, like your bodies were designed to match. It blows his mind every single time he has the privilege of being inside of you. 

He’s reluctant to leave you and you’re reluctant to let him, but pulling out means he can thrust back in. He keeps one hand on your shoulder and drops the other to your hip, clutching at it like a lifeline as he starts to fuck you in earnest. 

His hips smack into your plush ass rhythmically, the sound causing sharp spikes on the waveform graph and acting as the perfect percussion to the moans and whimpers escaping you. The mic is right by your mouth and he knows they’re being picked up beautifully, butterflies gathering in his stomach just at the thought of getting to hear them through his headphones. 

“Sound so fuckin’ pretty, baby,” he grunts, angling his hips up to hit your g-spot and smirking when you yelp at the sensation. Your back arches, your stomach pressing into his keyboard and your hips pressing into his, and he just holds you tighter, fucks into you harder. 

Your pussy undulates around him as his hand slides from your shoulder to join the other at your hip, both of them gripping your ass and spreading you apart so he can watch his cock enter you again and again. It’s a sight he’ll never get tired of, a feeling he’ll never get used to, a gift he’ll never truly deserve. 

It’s what will send him over the edge, just as long as he makes you fall first. He already came before you once and he doesn’t plan on doing so again for a long time, but he needs to get you there soon or he won’t have a choice. 

One of his hands slips around your waist to dive between your legs, his fingers finding your sensitive clit and starting to strum it as he fills you over and over. You whimper and tremble against him, your cunt fluttering wildly around his aching cock and your hand flying down to grasp his wrist like you think he’ll pull away. 

He doesn’t intend to, honestly wouldn’t mind being attached to you like this for the rest of his life, knows already that he wants to spend it with you. 

His fingers get rougher on your clit and his hips move on autopilot as his brain empties, his balls aching to do the same. “Please cum, fuck. Baby, please fucking cum.”

Jihoon should have known he’d be the one begging you at the end of the night. 

Thankfully, you like to indulge him, your pussy locking him in place as you cum with a loud cry, followed by gasping sobs of his name when he doesn’t stop fucking you. He’s right there, he’s right fucking-

“Jihoon, cum inside me. Fill me up, I want it,” you whimper, pressing your ass into his hips and squeezing your inner muscles around his throbbing cock, and that’s the end for him. 

He drops down to cover your body with his as he breaks apart, his own moans and whimpers registering on the graph alongside yours and his cum flooding into you in pulses. His hand leaves your clit so he can wrap his arm around your waist in a hug, his cheek pressed to your back and his other hand finding yours. 

He tangles your fingers together and rises up, pulling you with him and sitting heavily in his chair. He’s still hard enough his cock doesn’t slip out, and he leans you to the side so he can cup your cheek and turn your face into his, pressing his lips to yours in an openmouthed kiss. 

“Love you, baby,” he whispers into your mouth, waiting for you to say it back before kissing his way to your neck and biting down gently, just enough to leave an indent of his teeth behind. 

“Will you come to bed with me?” You whisper in a small voice, and he returns his lips to yours, kissing you deeply and responding, “Of course, baby.” 

He reaches a hand out and stops the recording, saving the file to his private hard drive, ideas filling his head already. They can wait until the morning though, you asked him to go to bed with you and go to bed he will. 

Jihoon thinks this might be the most productive break he’s ever had. 

AN: this one's for all the jihoon stans who have been thirsting with me lately 💖

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[hyukalyptus]

yes, please — soobin x fem!reader | est. relationship. NSFW/MDNI!

cw. idol!soobin, nonidol!reader, chubby!reader, jiggle, talks of his abs, reader wears lip gloss, tiddylover!soob, slight exhibitionism, kissing, pet names (baby, love, good boy), some choking, mouth covering (with a hand), dacryphilia, cunnilingus, fingering, licking, soobin tastes sweaty and reader likes it, unprotected sex (pls don't do this), soft dom!soob, nipple play, spanking, creampie, lmk if there are more. notes. smut under cut. wc. 3.2K

“Can you stop?” you ask Soobin sitting on the couch across from you in a small dressing room. Still catching his breath and wiping sweat off his forehead from the concert, he runs his fingers through his damp hair.

“Stop what?” He asks, not looking up from his phone.

“Stop being so pretty.” You bite your lip. “You’re driving me crazy.” 

Flashing you a knowing smirk, he asks, “Am I?” He leans forward on the couch, his hand sliding up your thigh feels like someone poured oil on your body and lit a match. The squeeze he gives it is especially too much, making tingles run throughout your whole body. Meeting his gaze, your faces are inches apart from each other while you noticeably glance down at his lips. Those perfectly pillowy and pink and heart-shaped lips that always beg to be bitten and kissed. 

“Well, you were when you were wearing that pink sparkly, velvety thing, but now…hm,” you lean back, crossing your arms. “I’m not so sure this is doing it for me,” you say, looking over his post-concert black t-shirt and shorts—which, let’s be honest—is doing it for you. He doesn’t wear shorts often, but when he does, your tummy does backflips. 

“You know you love this outfit,” he smirks, rolling your chair closer to him. It takes everything in you to keep from wrapping your legs around his hips right then and there, but you're not giving in yet. Well, not fully. You can’t stop your fingertips from gracing his thigh. “I know you love my thighs.”

That jerk.

His eyes roaming your face, he lingers on your lips, but still. You’re not giving in. Shrugging, you nonchalantly lean back against the chair, crossing your legs. 

“Fine,” he chuckles. “If you really don’t like my outfit, then,” he shrugs, unlocking his phone again. “I don’t think there’s anything I can do to help you." Crossing one leg over his other knee, his shorts ride up, exposing his thigh. Deliberately moving his t-shirt to the side, he exposes his collarbone, making your breath hitch.

He thinks he’s so slick.

“I know what you’re doing,” You roll your eyes. “It’s not gonna work.”

Refusing to look at you, he says, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, babe.” His voice is sweet as honey despite his obviously evil intentions. Maybe not evil per se, but certainly not sweet-as-honey intentions. 

“Hm.” You bite the inside of your cheek, eyes floating across his broad shoulders and collarbone. You practically salivate thinking about the saltiness of his skin after shows. The muscles in his arms are more defined from performing and his veiny hands are screaming at you. You just want them around your neck. 

As you stare at his hands, his fingers stop tapping the screen of his phone. He peeks at you through the hair that fell in front of his face, but his eyes quickly shift to his phone screen when he notices you looking. Resting back against the couch, he takes a deep breath, scrolling through his phone again.

“It’s kinda hot in here, huh?” You ask smugly, lifting your sweatshirt off, the thinness of your tank top barely covering your bare chest and hard nipples. Stretching your arms above your head, you push your chest out, catching his eyebrows raise, but he’s not giving in either. 

No matter how tempting your full, bouncy, and jiggly your tits are. No matter how absolutely squeezable they look. No matter how much he wants to feel your hard nipple against his tongue. 

He’s not giving in. 

Walking to your tote bag in the corner of the room, you bend so your ass faces him, your jeans hugging your curvy hips perfectly. You search for your lip gloss before gliding it over your lips, completely ignoring how obviously he’s ogling at you. 

Damn, those lips would look so pretty wrapped around his cock, hm?

Looking over your shoulder, he changes his attention again, acting like he wasn’t staring at you.

“You okay, babe?” you ask. He presses his lips together, exasperating. He looks so cute when he’s flustered. All blushy and smiley and dimpley. 

Striding over to him, you rake your fingers through his hair, tracing his jawline, swiping a thumb across his perfect bottom lip. His mouth stays open by itself as you say, “You seem kinda…feverish.” His breath is heavy again, his eyes looking up and down your body, tracing every bump and curve.

He whispers your name.

“Yes, babe?” Bending over, your shirt hangs off your chest, giving him easy access to look at your bare tits being deliberately pressed together by your upper arms. 

He swallows hard, looking up at you through his eyelashes and stutters, “You, uh, you dropped your phone.” God, he loves your tits. Always have. Always will. They fill his big hands beautifully. They taste delicious. They bounce gorgeously when he fucks you in missionary. 

“Ah, thank you, baby,” you smirk, picking it up, showing off your ass again. He slides down the couch again, blowing air out of his nostrils. While he reaches for a water bottle on the coffee table, you plop back down in your chair. “Can I tell you something?”

“Sure,” he says, inching closer to you, clearly puckering his lips. He knows how much you love them. He even goes so far as resting an arm above your head, pulling his shirt up to show off his toned stomach. Geez, he really is being obvious today. 

“I just wanted to say,” you start as he attempts to slyly move his shirt up, exposing more and more skin. “I can see what you’re doing.” Pulling his shirt down with an eye roll, you continue, “Anyway, as I was saying.” He stretches, rubbing his tummy— “Are you trying to seduce me with your tummy?”

“You’re the one that loves my tummy,” he says, holding his hands up.

“It is really cute,” you giggle, your cheeks turning rosy. 

“Cute?” He asks, fake offended. 

“Sorry, sorry. It is really sexy,” you correct yourself, tracing a finger over his muscles. “So you are trying to seduce me?” You smirk. Opening his mouth to say something, nothing comes out and you raise your eyebrows at him.

“Well, you were trying to seduce me with your booty.”

“You were doing it first with your—” you say, pulling your tank top to the side to expose your collarbone.

“And what about your oh, Soobin, it’s so hot in here,” he mimics your accent, stretching his arms above his head, pushing his chest out. Then he pretends to put lip gloss on with an imaginary applicator. “You look kinda feverish,” he says, making kissy noises.

“You’re the one who threw your thighs at me!” You giggle. “You know you have dancer’s legs.”

“Well, you threw your boobs at me,” he says. “You know you have…boobs.”

Rolling your eyes, you say, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I did not throw my boobs at you.”

“Oh really?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Oh really?”

“Oh yeah,” you smirk, your gaze lingering, eyeing each other up and down. “Do you wanna have sex or not?” He looks at you innocently, his eyebrows barely raised.

“Yes, please.”

“Then get over here, boo,” you giggle, holding your arms out to him. He stands from the couch, swiftly locking the door. Striding closer to you, he lifts you into his arms, running a thumb over the apple of your cheek before pressing his lips to yours.

Those perfect lips you’ll never get enough of. They’re soft and smooth and mold perfectly to yours. They were made for you. 

Holding you tighter, he slowly turns both of you, pushing your back against the door roughly, a gasp leaving your lips. His hand snakes into your hair, pulling your head to the side to trail his lips down your neck. Pushing your shirt up desperately, your chest is exposed, his mouth immediately finding your nipple. 

Crouching lower, he kisses your belly, a warm, fuzzy feeling flourishing inside while his lips linger at the top of your jeans. Unbuttoning them, his nails dig into the squishy part of your hips, dipping his fingertips into your waistband. Pulling your jeans off your legs, he throws them behind him.

“Aw,” he chuckles and you look at him questioningly. “These are cute,” he says, running his thumb over your lilac panties covered in tiny blue butterflies, complete with a little bow on the front. Your cheeks turn bright red.

“Soobin—” you exhale. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not,” he smiles,  glancing up at you from between your legs, kissing you on the outside of your panties, your hands pulling on his hair. “They’re really cute.”

“Please, babe…” you whisper.

“You’re begging now?” He clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “You have to be quiet.”

After pulling your panties down, he flicks his tongue over your clit while you rush to cover your mouth to muddle your moans, your eyes squeezing shut. Sliding a finger inside you, he chuckles at your desperate attempts to stay quiet. 

Fuck, he gives such good head. And he knows it too. He knows how much this drives people crazy. How good he can make someone feel with just his mouth. 

Licking his finger clean, he reaches up to squeeze your tit, forcing a grown out of you. Someone walks right outside the door, and you panic, glancing around the room. Hands suddenly restless, his tongue never stops flicking your clit, drawing you right back in. 

Trying to control your movements and noise, your back arches and little whimpers sneak past your lips. You can’t help it. He’s way too fucking good at this. 

There’s a knock on the door. You gasp quietly, covering your mouth again and look down at him. He holds a finger up to his pouty smile slicked with your wetness and  he shushes you, your heart racing. They knock again, but his tongue returns to your clit, making the challenge of staying quiet impossible.

“Soobin?” The person outside says, jiggling the door handle, your breath shallow at the thought of them walking in on you. He ignores them, squeezing the widest part of your hips, increasing the pressure of his tongue.

Pulling his hair to force him to look at you, you raise your eyebrows, tilting your head toward the door. Standing, he whispers, “It’s fine. Just stay quiet, okay?” Pressing his lips to the sensitive skin right below your ear, his breath on your neck sends shivers down your spine.

It takes everything in you to admit this, but you whisper, “I think you should go.” Your chest heaves, but he just shakes his head, covering your shoulder in sloppy kisses, relief running through your veins. 

It’s his decision at this point.

“At least fuck me against that wall,” you point your head in the direction of the wall across you. “I think it’ll be obvious from the outside if you fuck me against this door.” 

He chuckles, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Lifting you into his arms by your fingertips, he presses you against the wall opposite of you, massaging your tits. Attacking you with his lips, your chest warms and your shoulders relax at his touch. He pulls away from you, tugging at your bottom lip, making you giggle with him, fingers fumbling with the waistband of his shorts. 

He pulls his shorts down to his thighs, gliding his hard cock over your pussy. Your arms instinctively snap around his shoulders, pulling him closer as you sink your teeth into his shoulder.

“Call me crazy,” you sigh, looking into his heavy eyes, glancing down at his swollen lips. “But you always taste so good after shows,” you whisper, dragging your tongue across his collarbone, his chest shaking with his chuckle. Tongue covered in his sweat, salty and mineraly, and absolutely delicious. 

Holding your leg in his arm, he uses his other hand to cover your whimpers as he slides inside you, not giving you the usual opportunity to adjust to the feeling of him. You simply feel too good right now. But of course—

“Feel okay?” He asks under his breath, always ensuring you’re having as good of a time as he is. He still refuses to move his hand, only looking for that gentle nod you give him. But he can’t resist kissing you.

Moving his hand from your mouth to your cheek to pull your face closer, he presses his lips to yours again, kissing your furiously, moaning against your lips.

Pulling on his hair, you whisper, “If I’m not allowed to moan, you’re not allowed to either.”

“Fine,” He chuckles. “No moaning.” Thrusting into you deeper, he circles your clit with his thumb, making your head reel. You gasp, biting your lip to keep the no moaning deal you just made. Pressing his forehead to yours, your shared breath on each other’s lips, his thumb moves to circle your nipple, the teensiest, tinsiest moan leaving your mouth.

Narrowing his eyes at you, he shushes you again and you roll your eyes, your hand snaking into his hair, gently tugging at it. As soon as he’s gotten used to not moaning, you pull his hair hard. Gritting his teeth, he hisses, making you giggle.

That would usually draw out an embarrassingly pathetic, utterly sexy moan from him, but— “Aw, you’re being a good boy and controlling yourself tonight, hm?”

His smile drops, his eyes turning dark as he pulls out of you to turn you around. Quickly pushing your chest against the wall, he thrusts inside you again.

“Fuck—” you start, but he shushes you harshly. Looking over your shoulder, he eyes your body up and down, thinking about something, but you just don’t know what. Pulling out of you as quickly as he pushed inside you, he turns you back around and lifts your leg to slide back into you.

“I need to see your face when you come,” he says.

There’s an edge to his smile. Your leg that’s still on the ground shakes from holding yourself up for too long, your head is spinning, your chest is on the verge of exploding.

Then he wraps his fingers around your throat, pressing your neck with your fingertips gently, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

The pleasure is too overwhelming. How deep he is, his hand on your neck, your tits bouncing to the rhythm of his thrusts. All of that paired with the fact you’re not allowed to make any noise is killing you. The corners of your eyes start to burn.

A few tears stream down your face and he slows his movements, loosening the grip on your neck, looking over your face, noticing the sparkle of pleasure in your eyes, the satisfied smile on your lips. He whispers in your ear, “Do I feel that good, baby?” You nod, pressing your hand to the outside of the one around your neck, silently telling him to tighten his grip.

He picks up speed again, kissing your tears away.

“So good,” you say, managing to keep it at a whisper as your eyes squeeze shut.

Reaching a spot deep inside you, you grit your teeth, your head falling back against the wall, pulling his hair harder than you ever have to let him know how close you are. Lifting your shirt frantically, his tongue finds your nipple while you rub your clit in circles, desperately chasing your orgasm. 

The fire in your stomach builds faster and faster, sparks flickering all the way to your toes. His fingers wrap around the back of your neck, pulling your face closer to his, touching your foreheads together.

Your walls clench tighter around him while he covers your mouth with his palm, his deep, dark eyes meeting yours to tell you to come.

He finally pushes you over the edge, coming hard around him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Muscles tense and aching as he fucks you through your orgasm, sending shocks of pleasure throughout your entire body. 

Catching your breath, he moves his hand to let you smirk at him, his eyebrows furrowed, still focused on chasing his own high.

Burying his face in your neck, he kisses you over and over again, steadying your breath, a low groan coming from his throat. Lifting up to look at you, he says, “You feel—” But before he can finish his sentence, you cover his mouth with your hand.

“You gotta be quiet, baby…” you giggle as he drops his forehead to your shoulder.

“Come here,” he whispers, pulling out of you, bending you over the armrest of the couch and you shake your ass for him. He gives you a loud spank and you turn around to narrow your eyes at him gritting his teeth and eyes widening. “Oops.”

Pressing your lower back, he pushes himself inside you, legs shaking underneath him. He reaches the speed you know he likes, gripping a handful of your hair, holding back his moans. The grip he has on your ass tells you he’s close. 

Whispering little encouragements as he chases his high, his hips stutter against your ass. With a few final thrusts, he says your name, twitching and bucking his hips as he finishes inside you. The tight grip he has on your flesh releases as he comes down from high high. 

Slowly sliding out of you, he lifts you so your back presses his chest, kissing your shoulder.

Turning around and resting on the armrest, you pull him closer as his chest heaves, catching his breath. He presses his forehead to yours, his breath gracing your lips before he gently pecks them, warmth bubbling in your stomach, rushing to fill your body. 

Swaying side to side, he kisses your forehead. His eyebrows furrow, pressing his lips together, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs before he asks, “You okay?” 

“Of course,” you answer, pecking his lips. “Why?”

“You were crying.”

“Yeah,” you giggle. “Because it felt so good. I thought you knew that?”

“I thought so,” he nods. “I was just making sure. It did kinda scare me.” He pouts.

“Aw,” you wrap your arms around his neck. “I’m sorry.” He smiles, shaking his head. “Thank you for choking me, babe,” you say sweetly, trying to lighten this slight awkwardness. He’s still a bit unsure about you crying, but he knows it’s one of your things. It does turn him on knowing his cock brings tears to your eyes, but it can still be a shock sometimes. 

“Thanks for pulling on my hair,” he says, turning to pick up your panties and jeans. When he hands them to you, there’s a glimmer in his eye that makes you feel like the only person in the world that matters. You love that he can do that. That he can make you crumble underneath him to the point of tears, then look at you and tell you he loves you without saying a damn word.

After getting dressed, he’s gathering his things, singing songs under his breath. You hug him from behind, your arms wrapped around his waist. 

“You were so sexy tonight, babe,” you say, laying your cheek against his back.

“I know,” he says proudly, wrapping his hand around your forearm. He turns around, looking down at you with the cutest, sexiest eyes. “Thanks for coming everywhere with us. It has been so much fun having you at all our shows.”

“Ah, really?” you giggle. “I was worried I was kinda getting in the way.”

“What? No, of course not,” he says. “You’d never be in the way.”

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[ericscroptop]

Wet Dreams

✧ pairing: eric sohn x mid-size/chubby fem! reader

✦ genre: friends to lovers + smut

✧ warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) smut, kissing, cursing, slight angst, inexperienced reader, hand job, male receiving, lots of spit, fondling, praising/praise kink, pet names, talk of insecurities, body issues, internalized fat phobia, etc., pls be cautious because i know it can be a sensitive topic for some!

✦ word count: 9.3k words (LMAOOOO)

✧ synopsis: your friend eric invites you over to his house for a swim and it is then that you realize eric wants you in ways you would’ve never imagined for yourself.

✦ note: this fic is kinda self indulgent—written as someone who is mid-size/chubby and has insecurities. i just want people who have a chubbier/thicker/fat body to feel loved and be included explicitly in writings because we are all deserving of love and affection!

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You hated swimming.

Well— okay, so you didn’t actually hate swimming.

Your disinterest for the activity was not rooted in swimming itself, but for the fact that you’d have to wear some sort of bikini in order to swim.

Technically, there wasn’t a law that said you had to wear a bikini to the beach or the pool. There are plenty of people who happily choose to wear something like a t-shirt or cover-up that’s more generous while swimming for whatever reason.

There are also a plethora of bathing suits that exist, so there’s gotta be one that you feel comfortable in, right?

The thing is, you plainly felt insecure in showing skin. You were insecure of your arms that seemed to carry excess fat that was especially visible when you moved them. Your belly hung low and it honestly was more plump than your behind. You also had skin-colored stretch marks that decorated your lower back that never seemed to go away.

These were things about you that you constantly dwelled on no matter what. You couldn’t recall a day where the topic of your body didn’t flood your mind.

You had no problem in people showing skin at all. At the end of the day, the problem was simply your lack of confidence due to society’s beauty standards that have been shoved in your face, pressed into your mind, and flooded your ears for as long as you could remember.

Though today, you were attempting at conquering your insecurities and finally stepping out of your comfort zone.

It was scorching in L.A. today. It was too hot to go out but also too hot to just rot in your home all day. Even with air conditioning, you just felt nasty.

Your friend Eric invited you to come to his house for a nightly swim. A wave of anxiety hit you when you had read his text of the invitation. First of all, he was a guy— of which, you found insanely attractive.

He was a friend that you made in your Sociology course. You remembered how he randomly approached you one day to ask a question mid-semester about something that he could’ve easily found the answer to if he looked back at the syllabus.

Though, you were happy to help anyone who needed it and answered him nicely. Or maybe it was merely because he was probably the prettiest boy you had ever laid eyes on that actually approached you, so you didn’t think twice to reply to him—but you would never let anyone know that. He was appreciative, and since then, he decided to cling onto you since you showed him courtesy.

You honestly thought he would’ve forgotten about your presence or only come to you when he needed help, but he actually started sitting with you and even distracting you with mindless but entertaining conversations during lectures.

While you started looking forward to coming into class and now having someone to talk to, your only interest in the class became the charming guy who was energetic and always made you smile from ear to ear. You eventually told Eric that you needed to prioritize your lectures and cut back on the excessive side conversations during class. He decided to take that as an opportunity to ask for your number, so you guys could hangout outside the classroom.

You were shocked that he wanted to be your friend. You didn’t feel as charming or alluring as he was, but he still found interest in you. You guys started hanging out and doing things like studying (or trying to at least) and doing miscellaneous activities at least once a week.

He became your best friend all of a sudden. You were super grateful that he came into your life, but you still felt nervous around him. He was such a good guy. You didn’t want to take your friendship for granted.

Eric was also super outgoing and friendly, while you were more reserved and it was rare for you to make new friends and be spontaneous. Sometimes, you still wonder why he decided to become your friend.

Maybe you felt this way due to your insecurities, or maybe it was because you had this lingering feeling of butterflies in your stomach every time you guys were together. Maybe it was a mixture of both.

Anyways, for whatever the reason, you just tried to be a good friend to the guy. You didn’t want to fuck anything up and so you tried your best to please Eric and not be a burden in any way.

Now, you find yourself looking at your reflection in the mirror of Eric’s guest bathroom. You tug on your favorite oversized Spongebob shirt that you own, pulling it to where it ends just below your bottom. You were getting ready to finally swim, and Eric was already out by the pool waiting while you freshen up and change.

You sighed at your reflection with both of your hands placed against your hips, wondering why the fuck you’re feeling so uneasy.

You actually surprised yourself by deciding to wear a bikini for tonight. You purchased one awhile back just for the heck of it, even if you never mustered up the courage to wear it. The bikini was high-waisted and red with a twist front on the bottoms. The bikini top was also red and a wireless bra. It was actually super comfortable against your skin and red was a striking color, but all you saw in the mirror was your plump stomach screaming at you to be covered, and your cleavage just wasn’t elevated enough to your liking. Your arms were also bothering you, as you could only focus on the excess fat that was noticeable as you moved them. You probably were gonna look like a whale next to Eric and the thought made you uncomfortable mixed with embarrassed.

So that’s why you brought a t-shirt to swim in just incase you chickened out. There’s nothing wrong with having a shirt on in the pool. I mean, it’s normal! Though, you couldn’t help but feel ashamed that you felt like shielding yourself and not letting yourself wear that bikini freely. It was only going to be you two together, so why were you making it so complicated?

“Fucking hell,” you sharply inhaled and let out a heavy sigh. You stared deeply into the mirror one last time, picking at your skin as you had no makeup on. Another thing you felt insecure about. You always had makeup on around Eric, but this time you didn’t for obvious reasons. “Ugh, whatever,” you groaned out before finally leaving the bathroom, fed up with all this negativity you felt towards yourself.

I mean, why did you care so fucking much? You knew deep down that Eric would never judge you. Any normal person wouldn’t think so hard about going for a swim. This is a casual activity, why were you overthinking it?

You walked through Eric’s massive house towards his patio. You already knew the ropes around his house, since this wasn’t your first time here. Though, you had only been here for things like baking brownies on Friday nights and playing Super Mario Party on the Nintendo Switch, not for using the pool.

You reached the glass sliding door that opened the patio and led yourself outside. His patio lights were on, illuminating his backyard so that it wasn’t completely dark out. You spotted Eric sitting on one of the pool chairs, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram reels obnoxiously loud on his phone. He seemed to be passing time while waiting for you before he got into the pool.

“Hey, you.” you made your way over to where he was sitting with a smile on your face.

Eric perked up at the sound of your voice and abandoned his phone, twisting his body towards you. “Finally! I was seriously about to call you to ask what’s taking so long.” Eric mimicked your smile and adjusted his arms to where they were now leaning back behind him.

You felt a flush of heat wave over your body, not due to the humid summer night, but due to Eric’s appearance. His hair has been permed for a while now and you just can’t help but admire how good he looks in curly hair. His dark brown curls complemented his naturally tanned-skin so well. He’s also already shirtless, in nothing but a pair of blue swim shorts and a chain adorning his neck. He also had a cute bracelet around his wrist and small hoops that dangled from his ears as they always did. Every detail of him just looked so beautiful to you.

You mentally slap yourself for gawking at your best friend. You scoffed in response, “I don’t doubt that you would’ve.”

He chuckles as he rises from his chair, brows furrowing in confusion as his eyes run down the length of your body. “I thought you were changing into your bathing suit?” he asked curiously.

The tips of your ears go hot as he questions. You stare at him like a deer in headlights, fingers going down to fidget with the tips of your hair.

“Oh yeah, I just didn’t like how it looked at me.” you shyly admitted. You couldn’t lie to Eric over small matters. Even if you were embarrassed, you still felt complied to always be honest when he asks you something. Though, it was hard to have deep conversations with Eric because he was a guy— of which, you possibly have a small crush on. This was all new to you and you were still learning on how to navigate your friendship.

“Why?” he simply asked, staring at you, eyes full of concern. You bit your lip as he looked at you, your body starting to get a little tense.

“I dunno, I just am not used to wearing a swimsuit,” you shrugged. “I actually don’t go swimming often so I’m not used to wearing one. I typically would just wear a shirt like I am now.” You rubbed your left foot against your right ankle as you spoke, starting to feel awkward in having this conversation.

“Oh,” was all Eric said, starting to frown a bit but quickly shook his head and crossed his arms. “You know, I don’t care what you wear as long as it makes you comfortable, but right now, it’s just you and me here,” he subtly smiles. “We’re gonna be in the water having fun and cooling off. I don’t want to pressure you or anything, but you’re safe around me.” Eric reassures you and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

You half smile while looking down at your feet. “I know,” you simply agreed.

You suddenly look up at the feeling of his dominant hand now on your left shoulder, patting it reassuringly. “Y/n, you don’t have to be shy in front of me. We’re good friends, let’s be comfortable with each other, yeah?” His eyes were full of tenderness as you met his gaze. You pouted your lips playfully in attempt to not get sappy at his words.

He was right though. You just want to have fun and you’re letting your insecurities get the best of you. You know Eric isn’t an asshole. He never judges anyone’s appearance and you know he’s a sweetheart.

You nod your head as you take in his words. “Thanks Eric, really.” your face flushed as he shook his head.

“You don’t need to thank me. I know people wear shirts in the pool but when I picked you up earlier, you said you brought a swimsuit, so I figured you wanted to wear it. You don’t have to feel shy.”

He licks his lips and pauses for a moment before continuing, “You always look good.” Eric rubbed the back of his neck and shyly looked to the side as his voice faltered uttering that last part. Your lips parted slightly as you processed that compliment. The corner of your lips then curled upwards and you let out a soft chuckle.

“Okay, I guess you’ve convinced me. It’s just us, right?” you said rhetorically, sighing deeply. I mean, you were mainly going to be in the water anyways, so why trip over this?

Eric smiles seeing you finally deciding to remove your t-shirt, allowing your bikini to be worn properly. You toss the shirt onto the chair he was sitting at, and adjust your bathing suit top’s straps. He timidly looks away as you do, grabbing his phone to connect it to his speaker to play some music while you guys swim.

You start moving towards the pool, ready to finally do what you came here to do and allow yourself to enjoy this time. Eric looks back up at you dancing to the song he put on while making way into the pool, your locks of hair twirling around your back with each step. His gaze then ‘accidentally’ wanders down to your red bottoms, his cheeks flushing once realizing he’s checking you out.

‘Oh wow,’ he thinks to himself as he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment to tame his thoughts, rubbing his lips against each other. He then hears you call out to him that the water feels good and to come join him.

Eric puts his phone down and looks at you, your form hidden underneath water, splashing and gleaming as your body felt more relaxed now.

“I’m coming!” He shouts before he starts running towards your direction. You start grinning at his words because you have a dirty ass mind, but it immediately falters once you realize he’s gonna cannonball. Your brows knitted as he made way closer, both hands shielding your face and eyes closed once he plunges into the pool, creating splashes of waves in your direction.

“Eric!” you playfully scold him for of course having to jump into the pool like a maniac. You rub your face after the splashes drenched your face and hair, tucking your hair back behind your ears, sucking in a breath. Eric emerges from beneath the water breathing heavily, laughing as he sticks his tongue out, grazing it over the corner of his lip.

“You’re such a guy.” you scoff at him, rolling your eyes. Eric raises a brow and then begins to splash more water your way. “I’m only having fun!” Eric raises both hands from his sides, gesturing to the pool and cheekily smiling at you as he shakes his head gently.

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You two swam for about an hour. You guys tossed a beach ball for awhile, chatted about old gossip you always brought up when together, and even played mermaids upon your request— to which created plenty of laughter on your part seeing Eric take his role very seriously for awhile.

He then pleaded for you guys to race— which you initially declined, having no interest. He pouted at your disinterest, but started racing anyways. Water splashed all over your face for the nth time as he swam to the opposite end of the pool, leaving you behind sulking and rolling your eyes.

“I’m getting out!” you yelled and lifted yourself out the pool. Eric continued racing himself as you walked away to grab some towels nearby for the both of you. Once he made it to the end, he let out a sigh at your lack of desire to race. He clearly wanted to spend more time together in the water, but you were all tired out.

He sees your figure loosely drying your hair, and makes his way out the pool towards you. You met his gaze and nodded your head towards a towel you laid out for him. He silently thanked you and began drying himself, then wrapping it around his waist.

You ditched the now-damp towel you used for your hair and wrapped a fresh one around your figure, almost like a blanket. You both sat down together on one of the long pool chairs, soaking in the night while letting the air dry you guys some more.

“Do you wanna order some food? I’m really hungry,” Eric turns to look at you, your eyes meeting his at the sound of his voice.

“Yeah, before my stomach starts growling,” you chuckle as Eric smiles.

“Does pizza sound good? The usual, right?” Eric asks even though he’s already looking through his contacts, searching for the number of a local pizza place that has become a regular for you guys.

“Yes, please.” You cuddle into your towel as Eric calls the number, the pizza place answering after two rings.

He began ordering you guy’s usual and you can’t help but stare at him while he talks on the phone. His curly hair is wettish from all the swimming, some of the curls falling past his forehead. Every so often he’d toss his head a little to shake the hanging curls away from his eyes.

You just couldn’t help but admire how fine your best friend was. It was a crime that he walked around looking like a god. The jawline he had could probably leave a cut on your skin if you brushed against it with how defined it was. His side profile was beyond alluring and would make you double take when passing a glance. His beautiful, bronzed skin made him look so godly.

And he even had such a nice body. Eric frequented the gym, and his abs and muscles were definitely proof of that. He was proud of his body, and did his best to keep his prominent muscle’s defined by working on himself consistently. He was dripping with good looks.

Eric ends the call eventually and you’re ripped away from your wandering thoughts, crushing hard over your best friend.

“Whatcha thinking about?” Eric speaks in a playful tone, meeting your gaze after putting his phone down.

You awkwardly begin to laugh, “Just about how hungry I am.” you obviously lie.

Eric cocks his head and shoots you a grin, “You were staring at me, though.”

Your teeth began to tug on your bottom lip, before letting out another nervous laugh as you looked to the side.

“Well, I guess I was just waiting for you to finish ordering,” you replied nonchalantly, making a weak attempt at putting on a poker face even though you’ve already failed.

“You love spending time with me, huh? Can’t get enough of me?” Eric playfully hits your arm with his elbow, causing an ‘ow’ to escape your lips even though it barely hurt.

“Why do you always have to be such a tease?” you wrinkled your nose in question.

“Cause’ I like you,” Eric casually admits like nothing, his eyes having been scanning over your face this whole time since having ended the call.

Your lips parted as you blinked harshly, eventually letting free a forced laugh and your face forms a lopsided grimace.

“Can you be serious right now?” you scratched your head as you looked at Eric.

“I am.” Eric spoke softly, losing the playful tone completely.

He felt like he was gonna explode at his random confession. What you thought was harmless teasing was him actually flirting and him having romantic interest in you. You guys started out as friends but as time went on, he fell for you. After all the conversations and hangouts, he got to know you better and even from the first day, he thought you were such a pretty girl.

Though, he didn’t know when the proper time to confess was or if he even wanted to. You guys have such a solid friendship, and it seemed like you were fine with your stance.

Then again, you were very timid, so you often held back any talk involving feelings— at least with him. You weren’t the type to open up first. He usually had to question you to get an answer out of you— as much as you were willing to say, anyways.

“Like… as friends, right?” Confusion flooded your face as you hadn’t a clue of where he was going with this.

“Yeah, but… what if I said I meant it as more than that?” Eric had this hope-filled look clouding his face. He looked at you anticipating that you felt the same. Even at his random confession, he hopes that you can see how serious he is. That he didn’t just fuck up your friendship by making things weird and that you get the hint that he wants to be more with you.

“Okay— this is not funny. Literally, what are you going on about?” you scoffed and shook your head. You honestly couldn’t believe what he was alluding to. It just can’t be. No way in hell is Eric Sohn admitting that he likes you in that way. No damn way.

“I would never in my fucking life joke about something like this, Y/n. I know this is out of no where— hell, I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to tell you because I already appreciate what I have with you,” Eric sucked in a breath before continuing. “But I selfishly want to be more. After all this time together, I just can’t help but want to be able to hold you and call you my girlfriend every time I am around you.”

“I… I honestly think i’ve fallen in love with you.” Eric breathed out and swallowed hard as he looked at your now incredulous expression, his own eyes widening as he realized what he just said. Your mouth’s open in shock as you blinked excessively, trying to blink away at your now moist eyes.

“With me?” you laughed harshly at him and Eric’s lips turned down. “I think you’re mistaken,” your gaze shifted towards your feet as you continued. “You cannot love me in that way. I’m just… not perfect.” You’re in utter disbelief. You were way too insecure for your own good.

Of course you fucking loved him back. You tried to ignore it for so long, your stupid little crush on someone you accepted you couldn’t have because you felt that he was way out of your league and your status remained as just friends. He only saw you as a friend, you thought.

You were you and he was Eric fucking Sohn. He was on the baseball team, athletic, a gym rat, popular, out going, a sweetheart, and hot.

While you in comparison, stayed home most days you had zero obligations, barely had any hobbies, and had like 3 friends.

You felt unloveable because of how insecure you were. You didn’t think someone like you was capable of having romantic feelings reciprocated. You felt unworthy. Eric could easily bag an L.A. model if he wanted to. So why the fuck is he here saying he wants to be with you?

Eric blankly stares at you for a moment. His face has gone pale and he feels his throat getting tight. He’s trying to process what you have said. Where is all this coming from?

“You’re perfect to me.” Eric reaches out for your hand and you get goosebumps at the action. Your eyes shift to where your hand is now in his, his thumb stroking your skin gently.

“Eric…” you barely whisper before removing your hand from his hold, looking away and missing the sadness in his eyes at the loss of contact and rejection.

“You cannot be with someone like me… I mean, look at me and then look at you! You are fucking amazing, Eric,” you finally look at him to gesture your right hand at his figure. “You could have anyone in this world and you’re trying to tell me that you’re in love with me? Have you seen me?”

Tears well up in your eyes as you remove the towel you had draped around you from your body. Your fingers roam around your stomach and you harshly pull at your love handles. “This can’t be what you’re attracted to,” you swallow hard, feeling so vulnerable right now.

You felt ugly. Society has told you that you needed to lose weight to be loved. You needed to be slim or appear a certain way in order for everyone to be kind and pay any mind to you. Not many people bothered to get to know you. Even though Eric has been your friend for a while now, you still find it hard to believe someone as handsome as him wanted to be around someone like you.

No guy ever showed any desire in wanting to be with you romantically or physically, or even as a friend. All your friends with ease had people lining up to be with them and you felt so lonely— so unwanted.

Your whole existence, you’ve always felt unworthy and everyone’s last choice. You felt like something was wrong with you and you’ve sorted accepted it.

Eric sat in silence as he took in your words. He had no idea you felt this deeply about yourself, how you saw yourself in a negative light. He thinks back to when you came out in your shirt and said how you weren’t feeling yourself in your bikini which prompted you to come out covered. You were self conscious. He looked at you with distraught and teary eyes. He was heartbroken to hear you think so lowly of yourself when in his eyes, you were practically Aphrodite mixed with an angel.

“Y/n, I didn’t know you felt this way,” Eric’s eyes softened as you looked down to the concrete, feeling ashamed and embarrassed of yourself right now.

“I’m sorry if anyone has ever made you feel unworthy or uncomfortable to live as yourself. I’m sorry that you cannot see the beauty in yourself,” Eric choked out.

“But I promise you, that you are so beyond beautiful inside and out,” he licked his lips and shook his head. “You don’t understand how beautiful you are. How much I enjoy spending time with you. Why do you think I insist we hangout at least once a week?”

Eric lets out a chuckle which prompts you to look up at him. “After every hangout, or even after every class we had together, I was already longing for the next time we’d see each other. I’ve been desperate for you… you consume my thoughts, Y/n.”

Your face turns crimson as he says all this to you, processing his every word. It did begin to make sense. He’s the one who asked for your number first. He always invites you over to his home. He actually seems to care about you. You chew on your lip at the realization. You were so caught up in your own self consciousness.

You never have imagined that someone could love you in this way in reality.

Eric notices you begin to soften up a bit and his lips curl upwards, “I like that you can handle my silly antics and loudness, and always laugh instead of seriously being annoyed. I like that you have such a kind heart, and are always willing to make time for others— even if that means sacrificing your own obligations and time.” Eric looked at you in adoration, like a puppy in love. You have to admit, your heart swells at his words, and it brings a slight smile to your face.

“Oh come on, you’re so cheesy.” you playfully slap Eric’s hand as you sniffle.

He bites his lower lip and rubs his chin before continuing, “I also like when you have your hair up in a ponytail and leave two strands out on either side. I don’t see you with your hair up often, so I get excited when you do have it up.” You grab a piece of your hair and begin to play with it, face flushed as he keeps going.

“And,” he pauses for a brief moment, blushing as he whispers the next part. “I like it when I see you and I can tell you’re not wearing a bra.”

You drop the strand of hair and look at him with wide eyes, face full of sudden shock. Are you hearing correctly?

“Your nipples are always so hard, baby,” he chuckles as his gaze moves towards your chest.

“Even now, I can see them poking through,” he nods his head at your breasts. You look down and move your hands onto your chest, feeling your nipples through the top. You glance back up at Eric, a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

“Was that cheesy, too?” he questions, tilting his head to the side, shit eating grin smothering his face.

“Eric!” you scold the boy and mischievously hit his arm for suddenly admitting he stares at your breasts often. Though, your thighs instinctively press together at his lewd words, face still crimson.

Your best friend has admitted all these things to you. He sees you the way you see him, and it all feels like a hallucination. You usually feel so insecure, but he sees you like gold. You’re nothing but stunned right now.

Eric laughs as he wraps an arm around you, making you shiver at the sudden contact.

His hand reaches over your shoulder, accidentally brushing over close to your breast, resulting in you jolting at the sudden action as you felt sensitive to the touch.

Eric immediately removes his hand and leans back. “Shit, sorry!” he doesn’t hesitate to say. He’s embarrassed at his attempt in being smooth. He doesn’t want to scare you off.

“It’s fine,” you shyly speak. You have to admit, you were getting a bit turned on. After him showering you in compliments and confessions, you were now slowly accepting that he actually does want you in the same way you’ve fantasized over him.

Not only does he seem to like you for your personality, but also physically.

“No it’s not. I don’t know why I thought touching you like that without permission was okay. You’re still vulnerable,” Eric feels guilty and moves his eyes to look away from you in embarrassment. You haven’t even responded on whether or not you accept his feelings. I mean, you seem fine now.

Of course your insecurities won’t disappear overnight, but you looked more relaxed. He just hopes you don’t feel the need to shy away from him anymore.

“Eric…” you softly speak. He looks up at you curiously, humming as your eyes are already on him, looking at him softheartedly.

“I love you, too.” you murmur tenderly.

Eric’s heart suddenly starts beating fast. He adjusts his posture and a smile creeps up to his face as he registers your words for a moment.

“Are you serious?” he looks at you excitedly with flashing eyes.

“One thousand percent,” you gain the confidence to reach over to run your thumb along his cheek, taking your time to caress him. Eric feels the hair on his skin begin to stand up as you touch him intimately. His eyes shut as you take in his face, feeling it for the first time.

You smile at how cute he looks, softening under just the touch of your thumb.

“I’ll be yours if you’ll have me.” Eric states, his eyes opening to look at your own glistening ones. His face leans into your touch, feeling so good that you’re finally embracing him like this.

“Of course I’ll be your girlfriend,” you look up at him lovingly.

His heart swells at this moment. The moment he’s been longing for, where he can finally call you his.

Eric is going to make sure you feel loved every second of the day from now on.

He removes your hand from his face and holds it gently within his own. With his other hand, it is now his turn to stroke your face with his warm palm. You swallow as you feel yourself melting like ice at his hot touch.

Eric is so close to you, yet so far. You have him now, so that means you can do all the things you’ve longed for with him.

“I want you to k— kiss me,” you suddenly blurt out, gaining trust to do so.

Eric pauses his delicate stroke’s against your cheek, and looks at you in surprise.

“I’ve never kissed anyone before,” you shyly admitted. You fluttered your eyelashes at him and stared at him pleadingly. “Please teach me, Eric.”

Eric swears he feels his dick twitch at your eagerness. With a simple sentence, his brain feels like it’s on fire. Oh how he’s longed to kiss your pink lips for what seems like forever.

Your innocence is cute, he thinks. How you’re willing to open up to him like this. How you are allowing yourself to let him love you in this way.

“You’re so precious,” Eric breathes out as he begins caressing your cheek again. You look at his eyes that carry a sense of longing as he scans your face, soaking up your features.

“We can take it slow,” Eric murmurs and you nod.

Eric’s thumb moves to your bottom lip, tracing the lines and feeling how plump it is. Your palms began to sweat in anticipation, and your heart rate increases at the build up.

Your eyes are open still, watching him curiously as he grazes his thumb over your lower lip gently, which makes his own heart flood in an ocean of warmth.

Eric’s thumb drops and his dominant hand moves to gently cup your jaw. His other hand pulls you closer against his chest, hand now resting on your side. You slightly shiver at his touch, fingers dancing over your love handles.

“You can touch me too, baby,” Eric nods at you, seeing you’re a bit tense and don’t really know what to do even though you so desperately want to feel his lips on yours already.

You hesitantly place your hand over his chest, rubbing the area carefully. Your fingers graze over his nipple and his eyes immediately shut at the feeling. He inhales sharply at your movements, and you can’t help but chuckle seeing him affected like this just by your touch.

Your other hand rests on the back of his neck along the nape, beginning to tangle your fingers in his curls and it feels like home for the both of you.

You don’t know what to do next, so you just continue combing through his hair. Though, you finally close your eyes, signaling to him that you’re ready for a kiss.

Eric’s lips curl upwards at how cute this is— you waiting for him to take the lead. He finds you very endearing like this.

He caresses your side as he slowly pulls your jaw close. Your lips separate faintly while he does so, awaiting for your lips to meet.

His eyes shut as he captures your bottom lip within his lips. He tilts your head ever so slightly so that you don’t bump noses, and your fingers messily fidget with the nape of his neck as he gently sucked your balmy lip.

Eric’s lips against yours feels electric. You allow him to guide you and you slowly get the hang of it, you soon after kissing him back. The kiss feels so magical. The feeling of his lips against yours sends sparks all throughout your body. You feel as with every movement his lips make against yours, you’re bound to explode like a firework at the passionate sensation.

You lose yourself in his lips, his hands soothing your body in the process, and nothing else matters except for Eric Sohn kissing you.

He pulls back for a moment, and you both stare at each other in awe at what you’ve shared. Eric suddenly lifts his rear off the chair for a bit, removing the towel he had wrapped around his waist and tosses it on the ground. He then decides to pull you over his lap, seating you on top of him with your legs wrapped around him. Your mouth opens agape at the action, your hands moving to his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Am I not too heavy for this?” you cringe, feeling like you can’t even be in this position for a second before it gets uncomfortable for Eric’s hold.

“Nonsense— you fit perfectly, baby,” Eric says. He spreads his legs a bit to make it more comfortable for you.

His hand rests on your back, fingers rubbing it soothly. His fingers trace the valleys of your stretch marks that decorate your lower back, and he smiles at the feeling of your skin.

“S’ gorgeous.” he murmurs, your cheeks heat up in response. Eric’s lips lean in to press against your pink cheeks, leaving tender, wet kisses all over your face. “You’re such a pretty girl.” he announces as you giggle at his affection towards you.

You crave for his lips on you again, so you take the risk of moving to glide your tongue over his bottom lip, begging to be invited in his mouth for seconds. A groan of satisfaction vibrates through Eric’s chest and he lets you in. Your tongues greet each other as your lips enveloped. A moan escapes your throat at feeling the wetness of his tongue against your own. You’ve suddenly lost your inhibitions after hearing all of Eric’s praises and tasting his pillowy lips. This kiss was sensual, becoming all hot and breathy in desire for one another.

Eric’s teeth gently graze over your bottom lip and you can’t help but move your body from the pleasure, resulting in you grinding down on Eric’s lap.

You pull back for a breath and your heart misses a beat as you feel something hard press against the fabric of your bottoms. You gasp at the foreign feeling.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Eric breathes out and goes to pet your hair. “We can stop if you want, just tell me,” Eric says, face turning red.

One of your hands moves to fiddle around his neck, admiring the chain that rested against his collarbones. You bat your eyelashes as you rub yourself against Eric’s crotch again, eliciting a deep groan out of him, his eyes drawn shut from your actions. You bite your lip at the stimulation it brought to your core. There’s a strange feeling growing in the pit of your stomach. This was all new to you, so it was very thrilling.

You lean over his neck and tenderly begin peppering kisses all over, his hips bucking up at the feeling of your mouth on his sweet spot.

“Mhm,” you whimper at the friction of his bulge against your core, which captivates Eric. The sound of your pretty moans and the way your body responds to him has blood rushing straight to his cock.

“What are you doing, princess?” Eric gently pulls you back from his neck, looking at your desperate eyes with his own, wetting his lips with his tongue.

You continue to rub your core against his crotch as he introduces that nickname. Your arms wrap around his neck and your fingers get lost in his curls once again.

“You like when I call you that, huh?” Eric nods his head at you, smirk prevalent on his face.

You whine at his teasing, hiding your face in his neck. “Eric…” you announce.

“Hm?” he hums, rubbing your back soothingly.

You pull back from his neck to look at him. He presses his lips together as you bashfully look at him. Your lips part in wanting to say something, but you hesitate in doing so, moving your gaze away from his own.

“What is it, baby?” Eric coos as he cups your jaw. “You can tell me,” he encourages you since you’ve suddenly gone shy.

“I— I want to taste you, Eric.” you practically whisper to him.

He chuckles, “You want more kisses?”

He sees you cutely furrow your brows with lips slightly pouted, gently shaking your head. “I don’t mean like that. I mean like… let me help you out,” with heavy lidded eyes, you gesture towards his manhood.

Eric’s lips gape slightly as it registers what you’re saying. He cannot believe what he’s hearing. You have no experience and yet you’re beyond eager. You’re so needy for him and it is fucking turning him on. He could probably cum right now in his swim shorts just from the kissing and grinding.

But, he doesn’t want you to rush into things so suddenly in the heat of the moment. He wants your first’s to be perfect. Even if you guys knew inside that you trust one another, he still wants to be sure.

“Y/n, let me take you on a date first at least, hm?” Eric rubs your thigh gingerly. “I don’t want you to do anything just because i’m hard right now. We can wait until you’re ready,” Eric softly smiles.

You’re still pouting, and let out a huff of frustration at his words. “I just want to taste it.” you whine out while your hips rut down into his, which draws a moan out of Eric, his fingers pressing deeply into your thigh in response. You sigh at the feeling.

“I’ve dreamed about giving you head since I met you,” you confess as you continue, drunk off the feeling of his cock through the thin pieces of fabric. “I promise I want to, Eric. It’s all I want to do tonight. We don’t have to go further than that— it’s what i’m comfortable with for now. We can save all the other stuff for another time. But right now, I just wanna please you if you’ll let me,” you babble, giving him pleading eyes and he see’s how bad you want it.

He wonders what happened to you being coy not that long ago— not that he’s complaining or anything, but you’re now feening over him. This feels like a dream. You wanted to please him so bad and he just could never say no to you, not in a million years.

He would be a fool to turn you down.

He lets out a deep sigh and tsks, his hands snaking around to grip your hips to keep you steady. “Okay, princess. I’d hate to ever say no to you,” Eric goes to chase your lips, sealing the deal. The kiss has you mewling into his mouth and he gulps hard at your noise.

You pull back from his lips and go to leave a tender kiss on the corner before he helps you get off his lap. You stand up as he stays seated, curiously watching your movements. You crouch down and your hands are on the towel Eric tossed earlier, starting to spread it neatly on the ground so your knees can rest over it.

“Here?” Eric questions as you get on your knees and your eyes lock. He bites back a groan as he has to now look down to meet your eyes, seeing you on the ground all submissive on your knees with your cleavage perfectly on display. It has him screaming internally.

“Yeah,” you say as you begin to stroke Eric’s knee. “I’m too impatient to go inside.”

Eric laughs and bends forward to press a kiss on your forehead, your nose scrunching cutely as his lips make contact against your skin. His hands then goes to cup your cheeks. “I’ll be as gentle as possible and guide you if you need it. Just tap my thighs or tell me if you want to stop. Okay, baby?”

“Okay,” you say and nod your head. Eric’s lips give you one last kiss on the corner of your mouth, and he lets you go.

You swallow hard, mentally questioning yourself on how you want to go about this. Eric watches you, smirking as he can practically see the wheels turn on your head. He’ll guide you, but only if he see’s you struggling or if you ask for it. He wants to see what you can do, since you seem to be so eager for his cock.

You begin by inching a bit closer to his crotch, just between his knees. Your hands move to touch his abdomen, running your fingers along the defined lines of his abs. Your lips pucker up as you press hot kisses along his stomach, appreciating how beautiful Eric’s build was. Eric’s dominant hand goes to rest in your locks, massaging your scalp as you kiss his tummy.

“You like my body, baby?” a smug look is present on Eric’s face as he says so.

“You’re beautiful,” you breathe out shamelessly, pausing when you’ve gotten closer to the skin just below his belly button.

You soon remove yourself and he lets his hand fall while your hands move to the waistband of his swim shorts. You play with the fabric a bit in nervousness, still figuring out how you’re going to approach this sensual act and wondering if Eric will be satisfied with your performance.

You finally tug his shorts down and fully off. His cock then immediately flops up against his abdomen, slapping the skin.

You gasp at first sight of his cock. It’s pretty lengthy and fat, erect with precum residing on his tip. You gulped as Eric’s right hand moves over to his shaft, beginning to stroke himself as he nibbles on his bottom lip. With pursed lips you look at him, feeling tingly and flushed all over as he makes eye contact with you while he touches himself.

“You wanna touch it?” Eric raises a brow as he slicks his cock in his wetness. You’re salivating at the sight of his naked form playing with himself. He looks so pretty on display like this for you.

He lets go of himself and you finally start to test the waters, hesitantly grabbing the base of his cock and stroking the skin. Eric hisses once he feels your small hand over his base. “Fuck, baby.”

You bite back a smile at his reaction and you start to give the tip kitten licks while rubbing the underside of his cock with your thumb. The taste of his precum lands on your tongue, causing Eric to purr in pleasure.

“Starting off as such a tease.” he mumbles while his legs instinctively spread to give you more room and his left arm goes behind the back of his neck and head, giving you a perfect view of the little sailboat and paw print tattoos that decorate his bicep. So fucking hot, you think to yourself.

You experimentally press your tongue along the underside of his cock, gliding it over a vein all the way up towards his tip, then deciding to take the head of it in your mouth.

A hearty groan rips from Eric’s throat as he feels all these sensations, and you begin to bob your head over a bit of his length, your hand jerking off the rest of his shaft.

“Breathe through your nose, baby, and hollow your cheeks,” he advises you between breathy moans.

You slowly challenge yourself to go deeper, coating his cock with your saliva. Eric is entranced by the slurping sounds that start to escape your lips and becomes drunk off the feeling of your warm mouth encompassing his cock.

His eyes shut while his hips can’t help but buck into your mouth at the feeling. You choke at the sudden movement, removing your mouth and gasping for air, sobbing out a moan as his length pops out your mouth.

“Fuck, princess. Mhm— sorry, can’t help myself,” Eric chuckles, licking his lips as his hand falls into your hair, caressing it gently and keeps it from falling around your face.

Your eyes meet and you hold contact, both of your eyes each going dark with lust while you take him in your mouth again, your left hand running up and down on what you can’t fit while your right decides to rest on his balls, beginning to massage and fondle them.

“That’s it, baby! What a good girl, playing with my balls without being asked, hmm— you’re an angel.”

Eric praises you and your moans vibrate around his length in response. Your sucking starts to become more enthusiastic at his praises. You remember to curl your lips over your top teeth so they don’t touch him when you start to feel confident to take him deeper.

Eric’s gaze is fixated down on you as you bob your head, being such a brave girl and taking as much of him as you can. Your head rotates from side to side while sucking him, and your right hand is still rubbing circles along his balls, groping them and loving how heavy they feel in your hold.

Eric can’t help but grip your hair a bit tight as your mouth is driving his body insane. You gag around him as you take a bit more than you’re able and he carefully pulls you off. You cry out as you breathe in the fresh air, a string of saliva still connecting your lips with his cock. Eric growls seeing his cock coated in your saliva and his precum, and then moves his vision towards your mouth, your own spit now raining down your chin.

You inhale sharply as you give your mouth a short break and your right hand starts to jerk him off, feeling the wetness of his shaft glaze your hand.

“You’re s’ so big, Eric,” you whine and your lips stay parted, running your tongue along the inside of your mouth. “Jaw is starting to hurt.” you whimper as you look up and flutter your lashes at him, throwing your head back, thighs squeezed together as you tighten your hold around his cock.

“Just a little longer, baby. Getting close,” Eric coos and guides your lips back to his cock again. You run his tip all over your lips like a lipstick, humming in satisfaction at the wetness. You want nothing more than to drown in his essence.

Although your jaw is growing tired, you’re desperate to make him cum. You force your mouth to open wider and bob up and down as far as you can, sucking more of him as much as your mouth can handle.

The suction and slurping noises start to become more frequent from you as you pick up the pace. Eric’s breathing becomes more ragged at your rhythms and pretty sounds.

“Mhm, fuck! Getting close princess— where do you want my cum?” his brows furrow as he peers down at you, tears beginning to form in your eyes when you bring his head far back enough to trigger your gag reflex.

You start to get sloppy with your movements and meet his gaze with your own pleading eyes as he attempts to pull you back by your hair, though, your left hand finds purchase on his base and your right hand’s fingers dig deep onto the skin of his leg.

He laughs in seeing you not having any desire to come off him, “So this is what you meant when you said you were hungry earlier, hm? Can’t believe my pretty, perfect girl wants me to cum in her mouth for her first time. So fucking hot.” Eric’s cock twitches and balls tighten up once he’s approaching his release, brows knitting together and mouth agape, beginning to whimper in overstimulation.

“Mhm— Eric!” you muffle around his cock while your pussy throbs from listening to his pretty sounds leaving his lips as a result of you and from his fat length twitching in your mouth.

You continue to suck and jack off sloppily what you can’t fit, and before you know it, his hot, creamy load coats your tongue and paints your mouth white.

Eric’s head is thrown back, abs and jaw clenching as his release creates spasms throughout his entire body, sighing your name over and over weakly like a mantra.

His cum feels hot, thick, and sticky in your mouth. His release tastes slightly sweet, and you swirl and swish it around your mouth before swallowing as much as you can.

Your eyes are heavy lidded as you gently suck the head of his cock like a lollipop in attempt to drink up every last drop of his cum. You bring your lips to the tip and kiss it a few times, rubbing his balls tenderly to soothe him.

“Atta’ girl. Good fucking girl.” Eric praises you, groaning with a raspy voice.

You huff out a breath as you remove yourself entirely from his length. Wetness from tears decorates your eyelashes and stains your cheeks, vision somewhat blurred from all the work you put on his cock. Drool mixed with Eric’s cum is dripping down your lips and chin, and you continue to let spit fall, your mouth open with eyes closed as you try to calm yourself.

Looking at you, Eric feels numb in the head seeing you all fucked in the face from his cock. What a gorgeous sight.

After a few seconds, you both slowly start to calm down your uneven breathing. Your hand goes to wipe off whatever is left on your face, but not before Eric tuts at you and carefully hoists you up against him, his lips attaching against your own in a beat of his heart. Both of your lips move hungrily in sync and you moan into the kiss.

“You did so well, princess. You were such a good girl for me. The most perfect girl, and all mine.” he growls in between kisses as he tastes your saliva mixed with his own cum, and places you on his lap. Your hands go to wrap around his neck and one of his hands smooths over the fat of your middle, massaging it lovingly while his other hand rests on your neck. You shift a bit as he does so, gasping once you become aware of how damp and creamy your bottoms are. Eric seems to feel your wetness over his dick, grinning as the tip of your ears turn red and your cheeks flush pink in embarrassment.

“Aw, my pretty girl is all soaked ‘cause of me?” his hand goes to play with the flesh of your ass and you whine at his words. He kisses your cheeks sweetly and nuzzles his nose against your own. His heart feels so full to be so close to you like this. To have you in his arms and sharing intimate moments is a dream come true. You feel the same as he embraces you and is so gentle to you, feeling so loved by your best friend turned boyfriend.

“Can’t wait to take you on a date and treat you like the princess you are,” he whispers. “Then, when you’re ready, i’ll be sure to make you cum as hard as you made me. Sound’s good, baby?” Eric murmurs and you grab a hold of his chin, ready to plant another kiss on his lips before the sound of a ring causes you both to jolt up.

Eric groans, eyes rolling back in annoyance as he twists his head to see that it’s his phone ringing. You press a quick kiss to his jawline as he answers it, massaging his scalp while he talks on the phone.

“Hello… Oh, you’re here?— I’ll be right out!… Sorry to keep you waiting… Okay thanks, bye!”

“Shit, the pizza’s here.” Your eyes go wide as you register the call and his words and you quickly get off Eric. He rushes to put on his swim shorts and immediately bolts inside to get the food at the front door, leaving you outside by yourself.

You laugh at how fast he scurries off and then you sigh at the feeling of you bottoms sticking to your core within all the wetness. “I hope he lets me borrow a pair of boxers or something,” you say out loud to yourself as you make your way inside, ready to dig into some real food.

As much as Eric’s meat filled your mouth up nicely, you could use a couple slices of pizza to now fill up your empty stomach.

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A peek into the bedroom

3racha x chubby!reader headcanons about their suggestive behaviour and how they behave in the bedroom

WC:481 Genre: smut

TW:smut 18+ only

@kflixnet

@comet-falls you convinced me so I did it

Chris

extremely touchy person

loves to grab a handful of your ass anywhere anytime

face down, ass up is the way for this man

very rough but knows you can and will take it ;)

loves to squeeze your hips when fucking you

loves squeezing your thighs when eating you out

his goal is to leave fingerprint marks all over you

..and maybe a few handprints on your ass eheh

loves to leave bite marks on your neck and belly

might go easy on the neck because it’s a generally exposed area but on the belly…

HE IS BITING 

on nights when he feels a little more romantic he loves to switch positions and always puts you in a mating press because he wants to see your face <3

loves doing it raw because he gets to cum in you 

BREEDING KINK

always overstimulates himself because he likes the idea of fucking his cum back into you

big in cuddles after sex, they’re a must

good boyfriend ™

Changbin

softest and kindest pleasure dom to ever exist

loves to see you in expensive pretty lingerie, prefers pink but as long as he is taking it off of you it really doesn’t matter that much

this dude lifts almost 150kg he CAN and WILL manhandle and throw you around

lovingly of course

loves to pick you up and just fuck you

wall sex, shower sex, counter sex

loves anything that involves using his strength on you

hates edging because doesn’t like to make his pretty baby wait

big into overstimulation

big into body worship

pretty vanilla

loves missionary but adores it when you ride him because he likes to see your tits bounce

NEEDS to see your face 

textbook version of boyfriend

aftercare king

husband material

Han

absolutely adores you 

like actually worships you and kisses the ground you walk on

subby hannie <3

oral fixation goes crazy

loves to suck on your fingers and loves when you suck on his fingers

loves eating you out, wants to do it  AT LEAST once a day

wants you to suffocate him with your thighs so bad, he begged you for weeks

often cums in his pants when he eats you out

prefers eating you out than getting sucked off

literally everytime you wanna suck him off you need a good 10 minutes worth of convincing 

loves cowgirl

when you’re on top you look even more like a goddess to him 

tends to cum quick because he’s too excited but can go a few rounds so that doesn’t stop him

once you sent him a audio message of you moaning and playing with yourself and he came untouched <3

actually obsessed with you

falls asleep right after sex, he likes to lay on your chest and he makes those little noises in his sleep

sometimes likes to suck your nipples to sleep

he’s cute <3

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Promises - Yandere!Kraken!Felix

Yandere AU & Kraken AU - First Person POV

Genre: Mature, Smutty Themes, Internal Monologue

Pairing: Felix X Implied Chubby!Fem!Reader

Words: 1,958

Warnings: Implied violence and shipwreck, kidnapping, Felix is a type of Sea God in this, mentions of past sexual relations. Tentacles. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Did I base the start of this drabble on the ending scene in Dead Man's Chest? Perhaps. Is this a bit tamer than the others. Maybe. Either way, I still hope you like it! I've been slowly easing myself back into writing, so I'm happy with what I've been able to do. Plus, I just fucking love the banner I made for this hehehe... Anyways, Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

The Thirteenth of The Feral Drabbles

They thought they could keep you away from me.

They really thought they could keep you away from me.

It’s laughable. I thought it was a known rule for sailors not to anger the sea, but alas. Here we are.

The frantic screams and shouts don’t deter me for one second. I know what I came here for, and I’m not leaving without you. You’re mine. I warned them what the consequences would be, yet still they refused to give you to me. Even after we promised ourselves to each other! Can you believe that?

Oh, that sounds so harsh. It’s not like you didn’t also choose me. It’s these… these… things keeping us apart. They don’t understand our love. Think I’m corrupting you, or something.

Such bullshit. The only thing I’m corrupting is their ability to live.

They hid you on the third level, thinking you’d be safe within the deepest confines of the ship. Little do they know it’s the worst place you could be. It’s like they want you to get hurt, like they want me to kill you. Such things I would never do. 

Still, despite my anger as I tear this floating piece of wood apart, I’m careful. Your safety is my top priority, and I’ve already ensured that. Right now, you rest, cocooned inside a few of my tentacles. Magic surrounds you, ensuring none of their attacks have any effect on me or you. Like hell I’ll allow them to disturb you now. Besides, you passed out shortly after my assault started on the ship, but you don’t have to worry. I’ve got you.

I can still remember when we first met, how you told me you didn’t fare well with sea travel. Yet another offence they’ve made against you. I’ll never forgive them for their transgressions. Sinners need to pay, and I am here to pass my divine judgement on those that would call themselves ‘heroes’.

Do not fear, My Beloved. Once I finish smashing apart this pathetic excuse of driftwood, I’ll take you home. 

Where you’ve always belonged. 

With me.

These planks are so brittle, it’s almost laughable. Your captor’s pathetic attempts to defend themselves are cute, in a way. If not for the fact that every time I start to pull you out of the wreckage, more of them show up to try and hinder me. I don’t know why they’re so obsessed with protecting you now when they’ve never done so before.

I’m the one who always saves you. I’m the one who ensures you no harm. Not them.

No matter. They haven’t seen everything that I can do. My capabilities far surpass what their puny, closed off minds can comprehend. I’ve got magic beyond the darkest depths of the ocean, strength greater than the harshest of tides. There is no being, save myself, that could keep me away from you.

I don’t even know why they try.

Finally, I’m able to pull you out of that godforsaken wreckage and unleash my full wrath upon these wretches. The boat snaps like a twig as I pull the debris and all remaining survivors below the surface. 

None will survive. They don’t get to. I won’t let them.

Honestly, it’s kind of fun tearing stuff apart. I’ve always enjoyed making a mess of things. I only wish you could be awake to see just how strong your lover can be. After all, I’m doing this for you. I warned them about what would happen should they lay their filthy, traitorous hands all over you. I’m simply staying true to my word!

You know firsthand that I’m a very truthful guy. I would never lie to you, My Pearl. I would rather be slow roasted over an open fire than even think to deceive you.

Aren’t I so loyal?

Oh. Right. You aren’t awake to hear my teasing. Teasing which you seem quite fond of whenever I’m with you.

I think you just like hearing my voice…

That’s okay, Beloved. I will speak for as long as you desire me to. Besides, the feeling is quite mutual.

Gods- I can’t wait to see your face when you wake up in our home, and I get to tell you everything that I’ve done for you. Finally, we can be together, free of oppressive opinions and suppressive stares. Where I’m taking you, we can be ourselves, and the magic of my ocean will keep you safe. Eventually, when you’re ready, you’ll even become like me, too. 

Won’t that be incredible? Just thinking about it makes my whole body tingle.

Or maybe that’s just the change in depth.

I promise my home isn’t too much further out, and it’s in a safe area. You’ll be able to live here with me free of any restraints. I’ll be your comfort. I’ll be your guide. I will provide for you everything you will ever need. 

There is nothing stopping our love now.

I’ll even make sure that no sliver of the wreckage I just caused gets to you. The currents listen to me. They’re my friends, and soon they will be yours, too.

Either way, I’m glad that’s over, because now I can focus on you! I know that you’d be celebrating with me if you were awake, but for now, I’ll simply revel in this sweet victory alone. Having you safe in my arms is enough reward, and when you wake, the true celebration will begin.

Hmm, I wonder what we should do first? Should I take you to the reefs so you can see all of the colourful coral that I’ve grown just for you? Should I present you to the schools of fish that always seek refuge around my house? Get them to revel in your beauty? Or maybe I’ll worship you in the den of our own personal sanctuary, where nothing - no one - will be able to interrupt.

My Beauty.

My Beautiful, Beloved Pearl.

I’ll admit, there’s a certain ring to those names that I enjoy. It calls to me like the cavernous songs of the sirens. An enchantment I can never seem to escape: you.

Not that I want to. 

No. Never. Not since the very first time I laid eyes on you.

You’re addictive, you know that? One glance caught my attention. One melodic note of a spoken word, and I was hooked. Your eyes are deeper than the darkest sea, and I could swim in them forever. You hold me, transfixed, with your gaze whenever you look at me, and I never want it to stop.

Honestly, I can never grow tired of you looking at me. I want you to look at me, and only me. I want to be the first thing you see in the morning when you blink those glorious eyes open, and the last thing you see when you go to sleep at night. I want to wrap you in my arms and hold you close, whispering the sweetest words of all the worlds in your ears, and hear you do the same for me in return.

There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Beloved, and I will never hesitate to prove that to you. With me, you will never have to settle for less than what you deserve, for I will always give you every single thing your heart could ever desire.

Fuck- I can still remember the way your body trembled from the very first touch. The more I trailed my arms over your body, letting the tips of my tendrils caress your skin, the more your whole being warmed. You fit so perfectly in my hold, that I long to always touch you - to always be near you, and obey your every whim.

I am but your loyal servant, sent to worship the very depths of your soul. Your entire being calls to me, and I could bathe in your warmth for all eternity. Right now, it’s that warmth that I crave more than anything. That glorious nectar that seeps from between your legs beckons to me. One taste isn’t enough. I need to feel you flooding my every sense once more.

Sweet.

Addictive.

I could spend ages defining it, but nothing could ever truly put into words just how ethereal you are to me.

People always thought my existence was mere myth itself. Rumours and legends only meant to scare those away from pursuing adventure on the high seas. Nothing more than a fable to tell their children at night to ensure they don’t go off swimming in the bay alone.

They have always been, and will always be, wrong.

I’m as real at the tide, as sure as the sand that resides against the ocean floor. There is nothing in these waters as deadly as I am, and all those that oppose us will face my wrath.

Well, where we’re going, we won’t have to worry about being disturbed at all. Plenty of room for the both of us. Plenty of privacy. No one dares disturb that which should be left undisturbed. At least, those smart enough to.

That is, of course, unless I use my magic to let those sirens get a taste of their own medicine. Water echoes even the smallest of sounds, and yours should be heard for miles around. I can still hear your glorious voice calling out my name as you bathed me in your own sacred waters, and I want all to know that you are mine, and I am yours. For all eternity. 

I’ll admit… I’m addicted to you, and I can never get enough. Though, from the way I remember your hands clinging to me that night only days ago, I don’t think you can get enough, either.

Good thing we have forever to spend fully satisfying each other!

Ah… looks like we’re finally getting close to home. I can see the familiar drop off up ahead. Don’t worry, Beloved, there’ll be plenty of air for you to breathe inside. I won’t always have to keep you covered in a veil of magic. Though, I would always like to have an arm around you. Feeling your skin pressed against my own is a sensation unlike any other, and I long to never let you go.

Perhaps I should tidy up a little more before you wake. I always have way too much energy after destroying a ship. Something about adrenaline and all that.

Perhaps when you wake up you could even help me with it… You might be a bit tired and disoriented when you wake, but my magic can help with your exhaustion. You seemed to like that that last time I used it on you.

How else could we have gone as many rounds as we did?

Oh, you flatter me by pulling yourself in closer to me subconsciously when I shift into such a basic form. It easier to move around like a human within my home when it’s drained like this, and besides, I haven’t exactly shown you my entire true form yet. The last thing I want to do is scare you as soon as you wake up. You’ve already suffered the trauma of being stolen away from me today. I don’t want to make things worse.

There. All you need to do is rest now. 

In my arms? Well, who am I to pull away from My Pearl when you’re clinging onto me so tightly in your sleep? 

I truly can never say no to you…

Just rest, Beloved. This creature shall keep you safe, tucked away deeply in his heart for all eternity. Once you open those glorious eyes of yours, our own adventure will start.

Just you and me, forever. 

I promise.

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Pretty Girl - ksy

title: pretty girl pairing: kwon soonyoung x f!reader genre: smut (minors dni!), fluff, chubby!reader warnings: explicit unprotected sex, body worship, pathetic hoshi, oral (f. receiving), squirting w.c.: 2.6k summary: soonyoung just likes to appreciate how beautiful his girlfriend is a/n: the reader being chubby actually doesn’t really relate to the plot much other than body being referenced a couple times but i wanted to write some chubby rep as someone who is a chubby carat

“Soonyoung, Y/N! Glad you could make it.” Seungcheol greets you and your boyfriend before guiding you two to the backyard. In his backyard there are quite a few people already congregating around.

“Y/N! Look at you!” Chaeyoung runs up to you and embraces you before looking you over. “Is this dress new? I love it!”

“Yeah, it was a summer gift from Soonyoung.” You give her a little twirl, enjoying the way the dress’s skirt picks up from your legs a bit as it flourishes with your spin. The dress is a light weight sun dress in a pretty light blue color with white flowers on the skirt. 

The dress has spaghetti straps and when you put it on this morning you were a bit worried about if your boobs were going to be too big for it but you can’t worry about that now that you’ve left the house. The dress is just slightly taut across your stomach but you don't mind, especially since the dress was a gift from Soonyoung.

“You look so pretty. C’mon, let’s get you a drink.” Chaeyoung grabs your arm and drags you off to the refreshment table. You send a fleeting look to Soonyoung before allowing yourself to be tugged around by your friend.

You get yourself a drink before following Chaeyoung to where a group of your friends are standing and talking by the edge of the pool. You glance around to see Soonyoung playing a yard game with Jihoon and Seungcheol and you relax, being able to enjoy your afternoon with all your friends.

You slip your sandals off and sit on the edge of the pool, letting your feet dangle into the water. The cool water feels refreshing on your feet and legs and you watch as your friends start to jump into the water, fully clothed.

“FIGHTING!” You hear the yell before you feel the water splash onto your legs as your boyfriend, Seokmin, and Seungkwan all cannonball into the pool. You laugh at their antics and watch as Soonyoung swims up to you. 

His head pops out of the water and he pushes his hair back out of his face before resting his arm on your legs, ignoring the way he’s getting your lap all wet. “Hey there pretty girl.”

“Hi.” You smile down at your boyfriend and you take time to appreciate how good he looks with his hair pushed back and his beaming face being illuminated with the golden sun.

“Why aren’t you getting into the water?”

“Because I don’t want to ruin my pretty dress, which you’re getting all wet, by the way.” you tell him with fake annoyance.

“Just take it off and jump in,” Soonyoung says.

You gasp. “Kwon Soonyoung, are you suggesting I strip in front of all these people? And let them see all of this,” you gesture to your body, “when it’s for your eyes only.”

“Oh, right, my eyes only. As much as I love being able to show you off, I also love being able to keep you all to myself. My life long dilemma.” Soonyoung sighs dramatically.

“How about for now I stay right here, and later I’ll strip this dress off just for you.”

Soonyoung drops his act at this and perks up. “That works for me!” With that he swims off again and you chuckle to yourself.

“You know you make him a better person.” You look over to see Minghao sitting down next to you.

“Maybe, but he also makes me a better person. We’re lucky to have each other.”

“That’s so cute, I hate you two.”

The sun is starting to go down when you feel arms wrap tightly around your waist and a chin rest on your shoulder.

“Hi, baby,” you say as you lean your head against Soonyoung’s.

“Hi,” he mumbles. He turns his head to press a kiss to your cheek. “Are you ready to get going soon?”

“Whenever you’re ready.”

“Let me go say bye to the guys and we can go.” With that Soonyoung detaches himself from you and leaves you so you can say goodbye to your friends as well.

When you two get back to your home Soonyoung flops down on your bed and closes his eyes. You’re about to go change into your pajamas when Soonyoung stops you.

“I thought we made a deal earlier,” he says in a teasing tone. “I mean, unless you’re not up for it anymore.”

“Oh I am, I just didn’t know if you were. You seemed a bit tired earlier.”

“Don’t worry about me, I’m always up for it!” Soonyoung suddenly has a lot more energy than he did earlier and you snort. 

Soonyoung stands up and crosses to you before pulling you into him. His arms wrap tightly around your waist as he presses his lips against yours. You happily accept his kiss, your hands flying up to cup the back of his neck and pull him into you even further.

You can feel Soonyoung’s hands start to paw at you, eager to get you out of your dress like you promised. You smirk against his lips and pull away slightly, only to have Soonyoung attach his lips to the next available place right away. Your body shudders at the way Soonyoung sucks your skin into his mouth, teasing your neck with his teeth.

“Soonie, you’ll have to let me go if you want to get me out of this dress,” you tell him. Soonyoung lets out a soft whine but reluctantly loosens his grip on you.

You push the straps down your arms before sliding the whole dress off, letting it pool at your feet. Your tits fall free to the room, leaving you in just a pair of panties.

“Oh god baby,” Soonyoung says as he stares at your body. “Fuck, I will never get tired of this. Seeing you like this, all pretty and just for me.” Soonyoung walks up to you, excited to get his hands on you again. Soonyoung’s hands run over your stomach and hips, massaging at the soft fat there. Your soft belly has always been Soonyoung’s favorite part of you, attracting much of his affections. “You’re the sexiest woman alive, you know that?”

Now, you’re not insecure of the way you look at all, if anything you think you’re quite the catch, but you’re not delusional, you’re aware that there are girls who are prettier than you. That’s just being realistic, which you don’t think Soonyoung is being right now.

“Oh c’mon, you’re telling me there’s not a single person who you think is hotter than me?” You don’t mean anything against you by it, you’re more just teasing your boyfriend. “Be honest, I won’t get mad. There’s no one taller, or thinner, or-”

“Baby, you don’t get it,” Soonyoung cuts you off. “I’ve been jacking off to the thought of girls like you for years now. I’m still jacking off to the idea of girls like you, except now it’s just one girl, and she’s not ‘like’ you, she is you. You’re so beautiful. All your curves and and thick thighs and god baby, your tits are so fucking perfect. You’re just so soft and sweet and lucious and I want nothing but to eat you up at all times. I can’t keep my hands off you.” While Soonyoung talks he pushes you onto the bed. He crawls over you and slots his knee between your legs.

You gasp as your hips grind down on his leg. Soonyoung moves his hand over your body so he can grab at your left tit, his mouth attaching to the right one. His lips close around your nipple, his tongue flicking at it, making you moan. You arch your back, pushing your body more into Soonyoung’s.

You can’t forget about the leg rubbing against you down below. You can feel your panties getting wetter, as there’s nothing but a thin piece of fabric separating your cunt from the rough material of Soonyoung’s pants.

Soonyoung’s mouth pops off of your boob, only to move to the other side. Your mind is already starting to slip from how sensitive your body feels. You push your fingers into Soongyoung’s hair, grounding yourself with the feel of his locks on the pads of your fingertips.

“So pretty like this, my Y/N,” Soonyoung murmurs as he kisses down your torso. His lips connect to your hip bone and he starts to suck a mark onto the skin.

“S-Soonie, please, more,” you whine.

“Where do you need me?”

“Touch me, please,” you beg.

“Touch you here?” Soonyoung’s fingers trail down your body until he brings them to your core. He presses gently at your clothed clit and you moan, bucking your hips into his hand. “You sound so pretty, baby. I love making you feel good.”

“Eat me out, please.” Your voice sounds whiny but you can’t bring yourself to care, too needy for your boyfriend’s mouth on you.

“Anything for you baby.” Soonyoung’s fingers hook around your panties and pull them down your legs, discarding them on the floor.

He pushes your thick thighs apart, squeezing at the fat there for a second before dipping his head down between them. He presses a few quick kisses to your thighs before burying his face into your dripping pussy. His tongue swipes over your entrance collecting your arousal and you automatically go to close your thighs. You can feel Soonyoung chuckle at you as he uses his hands to pry your legs apart again.

Soonyoung wraps his lips around your clit and sucks at the bud. You throw your head back at the euphoric feeling that overtakes your body. Soonyoung continues to suck at you until finally moving his mouth lower to your entrance. Soonyoung uses two fingers to separate your chubby folds, giving him direct access to your pussy. 

Your breath hitches as Soonyoung’s tongue enters into you. His lips and tongue both work in tandem to pleasure you as he practically makes out with your cunt. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to how skilled Soonyoung is with his tongue, it truly is a talent. You can feel the bed move a bit under you and a shudder runs through you knowing that your boyfriend is currently humping the bed as he eats you out. His fingers dig into your thighs harder the more he gets lost in your pussy, enjoying this just as much as you are.

You know his face is going to be a mess by the time he finishes, which if you’re being honest, might not be for a while. It wouldn’t be the first time Soonyoung has eaten you out for prolonged periods. If anything it’s probably one of his favorite pastimes to have his face slotted in between your legs like this.

You yourself don’t think you're patient enough to leave him down there for too long though, desperate to get another part of him inside of you.

Soonyoung must sense you getting restless because his head pops up from your legs and he looks at you. “Everything okay?”

“Mhmm,” you hum. Soonyoung’s hands have moved in to take over where his mouth was, rubbing at your clit in soft circles.

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this, you know.” Soonyoung’s free hand reaches up to rub at your stomach. “But I know you, you want more, don’t you, pretty girl?”

“Yeah, maybe,” you smile down at your boyfriend and he takes that as his signal to stand up and start to strip. You stare at him as he does, enjoying seeing every bit of his skin being revealed. You will never get over how fit your boyfriend is with his washboard abs and his toned arms.

“Enjoying the view?” Soonyoung asks as he flexes for you and you giggle. “That’s okay, I’m enjoying the view too.” Soonyoung wiggles his eyebrows and exaggeratedly looks your body up and down and you roll your eyes at him playfully.

Soonyoung climbs back onto the bed and leans down to kiss you. You two stay like that for a moment, lips locked together as you do nothing but enjoy the taste of each other, but Soonyoung eventually pulls away.

“How do you want me, baby girl?”

“Anyway, just want you.”

“Turn over for me.”

You do as told, rolling over so you’re laying on your stomach. Soonyoung runs his hand over your back before smacking your ass lightly. He moves so he’s positioned behind you and picks your hips up off the bed so your knees are planted firmly on the mattress.

Soonyoung grinds up against you a couple times before finally lining himself up to you. You can feel his blunt tip on the folds of your pussy, just about to enter. He rubs himself up and down against you before finally pushing into you. Soonyoung opened you up enough that he’s able to slip right in. You mewl out a bit at the feeling of his cock burying itself into you.

“Soon, Soon, Soon” you whine. You arch your back, your front pressing further into the mattress. Soonyoung presses his palm into your back, holding you down.

“Shhh baby, you’re okay. I’ve got you,” he coos as he cants his hips into you. His hands rub against your back skin. “You’re being so good for me.” Soonyoung fucks into you gently and you keen.

He slowly picks up his pace until he’s fully fucked into you, slamming his hips into yours. You can’t do much other than moan and bury your face into a pillow. Soonyoung’s hands don’t stay still for long, touching you wherever he can. You once asked him why he does that and his response was so he can ‘soak up all of your beauty through his hands’. You told him that’s ridiculous but you secretly like it, and Soonyoung knows you do because he hasn’t stopped doing it.

You feel Soonyoung lean forward, his front pressed against your back, and he reaches up so his hands intertwine with yours. His cock digs into you at a different angle, pressing against your g-spot and you whimper at the feeling.

You can feel Soonyoung’s breath on your ear. You can also pick up the soft grunts he lets out as he continues to thrust against you. “Fuck baby, you feel so good. My pretty, pretty girl. You’re so gorgeous.”

Soonyoung’s tell for when he’s getting close to finishing is he starts to babble about how much he loves you and how pretty he thinks you are. You think it’s cute, if not a little pathetic.

“I’m close too, Soonie,” you reassure him. “Give it all to me.”

Your words motivate Soonyoung and he starts to use everything in his power to get you to cum. His lips suck marks into your shoulder while he brings one of his hands down to rub at your clit again. One thing about Soonyoung is that he will always know what you need to finish. It doesn’t take long for your walls to clench down around Soonyoung as your body tenses. You let out a strangled cry as you finally release all the tension in your body. You soak both yours and Soonyoung’s thighs as your body shakes from pleasure.

When you’ve finally calmed down, Soonyoung pulls out of you and cums all over your back. Your body is limp against the body as Soonyoung presses a kiss to your shoulder and stands to get a rag.

“You squirted everywhere, baby girl. It was so hot.” You snort at your boyfriend and allow him to clean up your back and legs. “I’ll go draw you a bath and then clean the sheets up.”

“What did I do to deserve you, you’re so perfect,” you tell your boyfriend.

“Anything for my pretty girl.”

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Hi 👋🏻

This is a weight gain fic, this contain: feederism, wg, masturbation, if you don’t like don’t read.

Delivery boy

For the first time in his life, Felix had moved out on his own - he'd lived with his parents all his life, and was finally earning enough money to buy his first apartment. He was really excited about the idea of living on his own and finally becoming an adult. You see, Felix was a photographer, but he also worked in photo retouching and often accepted requests from different people to retouch photos. This could mean removing people from photos, lightening, coloring... so he spent most of his days at home working. This didn't really bother him, as he really enjoyed his work and loved working on all types of photos and requests. After moving in, the weeks began to pass and it has to be said that he lived very well on his own, eating whenever he wanted, going out if he felt like it and enjoying inviting his friends over whenever he likes. He couldn't have wished for anything better. But something start to changes after one of his clients request, it all began with a very specific request of retouch a photo of his client’s boyfriend to make him look chubby.

At first, Felix didn't really understand the request, but since he needed the money, he didn't really feel like refusing. The next day, he set to work, taking out his tablet and starting to redraw the proportions of the face and make this person chubby. At first, he remained focused on his work, but the more he progressed, the more he didn't want to stop and was eager to see the result. As he passed his eyes over the photo, he felt himself harden and let out a groan. Why was he so excited to see this person get fatter? He then swallowed and put down his tablet before running his hand over his member and starting to stroke himself as he thought about what he'd just done. Seeing someone slim put on weight and drawing all this shape made him so aroused that he even wanted to make him even fatter, so he didn't take long before jerking off. Fuck, what is happening to me? He thinks before cleaning the mess and finishing his work.

In the week that followed, Felix couldn't help but feel guilty. Whenever he opened his computer to research weight gainers, he couldn't help but masturbate to them. At first it was videos, then he came across drawings and fictions, all of which made him feel weird and guilty, but on the other hand the pleasure was too great. He began to think about what he wanted to do and wondered if he too could put on weight. He'd recently started eating more, but wondered if he could double all the quantities, and it wasn't long before he completely changed his eating routine.

Felix then started taking weight gain powder to stimulate his appetite for a week, and also began to eat in greater quantities, telling himself that if he wanted to put on weight he'd better order fast food and limit his sporting activities as much as possible. One evening he placed a large order at a fast food restaurant and was tempted by many things, including fries and onions rings, chicken fried as he loved it, four different burgers and doughnuts for dessert, as well as sodas to keep him hydrated throughout the evening. It had to be greasy, and he couldn't wait for all that food. When the doorbell rang, he hurried to the front door and came upon a rather cute delivery boy.

"Lee Felix ?" asked the delivery boy.

"Yes, that's me!" he said with a smile, and the deliveryman passed him several bags.

"Are you new to the neighborhood?"

"Hum...yes? How did you know?"

"Oh it's just that I often deliver here and this is the first time I've seen you so I was wondering...I didn't mean to be intrusive."

"Don't worry, something tells me we'll be seeing a lot of each other."

Felix then smiled before greeting him, then closed the door without the delivery man really understanding why. Felix then sat down at the table in his living room, and began to devour his meal, it must be said that the appetite stimulants were really taking effect and he often found himself hungry at any time of the day. He ate his burgers, enjoying every bite, feeling his stomach swell as he progressed through his meal. He had no idea that eating so much could be so exhausting. He needed to take breaks and found himself with the soda bottle in hand to wash it all down. He started to put his hand on his belly and feeling it so warm and swollen he groaned again and took a handful of French fries and shoved them into his mouth. The pleasure was too good for Felix and he hoped to see the effects of this meal on his body, he loved feeling heavy and fat. At the end of his meal, he couldn't help but let out a few burp and didn't even have the strength to get up. He closed his eyes, massaging his belly, which was far too swollen from the food he'd had to open the button on his pants to finish the meal, and fell asleep on the sofa, too lazy to do anything.

Over the next few days, Felix continued this routine and, as always, the delivery man was the same. They began to get to know each other, and this one's name was Chan. He was doing this to pay for his studies, and since he worked and lived in the neighborhood, it was very convenient for him. It must be said that Felix was always happy to see him, as he always brought his food. At first Chan wondered whether Felix lived with several people, due to the quantity of food, but he learned that he lived alone, and as the weeks went by he saw the impact of his meals on Felix's body. At first he noticed it in his cheeks, which looked puffier, but as time went by and the time it took to come open the door grew longer, he began to wear wider clothes and stopped wearing jeans and just jogging suits. Chan was surprised to see this handsome young man change, but he enjoyed every visit when he came, and the bigger Felix got, the more Chan was attracted to him.

Months went by and one day Chan received a large order and was not surprised when he saw Felix's address. He hurried to pick up the order, then went straight to the address he knew well before ringing the bell. He waited for several minutes without understanding what was happening, then heard a noise inside.

"Come in!" said Felix.

Chan frowned, but didn't ask any questions and walked through the door, only to find Felix sitting on his sofa. Or rather sunken into his sofa unable to stand up, he was huge, all his body look fat, his feet: his hand, his legs, any parts of his body couldn’t tell you he was skinny before. He was wearing a t-shirt far too small for him because his breasts talking all the part, Chan start wondered if he was wearing pants, since his belly covered his legs, his breasts fell over his stomach and his face was surrounded by several double chins. The arm of Felix were on his belly, too heavy to be somewhere else. The slim man Chan had known months before had disappeared to make himself a pig who did nothing but eat again and again unable to stop and it was clear that Felix had gone too far to pick him up.

"Sorry I didn't feel like getting up," said Felix, smiling.

"That's okay..." he said as he placed his order on the table some distance from Felix. "Will it be okay if I put it here or are you unable to move?"

"I can...try..." said Felix, reaching for the bag.

Chan didn't want to leave this apartment, he wanted to see Felix sweating just by making some movement to reach his food. Felix tried his best to retrieve the food, but he was just tiring himself out for nothing; he began to gasp for breath and sweat more and more.

"Look at you, unable to feed yourself without someone to help."

«"I...can...do…it..."

"Leave it to me, little piggy."

Chan then grabbed the food that Felix had ordered and began to feed him, Felix was too hungry to think about what was going on, and he ate again and again all that Chan could give him, he didn't care what he looked like and he just needed more.

"How could you end up like that?"

"More Chan....I'm still hungry..."

"You're just a little pig addicted to food how would you do without me?"

"You made me this way..."

"I was just bringing what you ordered...you're all dirty look at you." said Chan as Felix had food around his mouth and on his shirt.

"Bring me more next time...fuck...I can't get up...." say Felix trying to stand up.

"I'll take care of you if you’re a good boy..."

Chan then sat on Felix and started touching his belly, Felix blushing as he realized that the distance between them was because his huge belly was taking up all the space. He groaned as he felt Chan's hands roam over his body and into areas he himself could no longer reach. Chan then grabbed what was left on the table and fed him while he continued to touch him.

"Such a good pig. »

"Mmm...thanks..." say Felix, chewing the food.

"You're doing really good big boy. I can't wait to see how fat you're going to be."

" If you keep coming I'm never stopping to gain weight. "

" And I'm never stopping to feed you baby. "

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[sehodreams]

a good girl's paradox

TW and Tags: plus size!coworker!reader x coworker!lee tang (he changed his name to Gyeong-su in the episode), mentions of violent acts (stalking, killing, bullying), smut, p in v (with protection), fingering, oral sex (f receiving), suicidal thoughts, trauma, related to the series but it changes the storyline for the fic purposes, unclear descriptions of the place (Busan) because I have no interest into learning more geography for a fic.

WC: 10K

Summary: Everyone goes to that province to hide, and you’re not the exception, but it’s also said that everyone wants to leave, and perhaps, you’re the exception to that.

Comment: Sorry guys I know I have a lot of requests and other drafts waiting, but I love this man so much I couldn’t help it, I started it yesterday and finished it today because I've been having so many problems finishing other fics and decided this was not going to be one of those half done. It's long so there are definitely mistakes, please be kind, again, English is not my first language.

Feeling the ocean breeze mess up with your hair and leave little particles of salt on it, you sat over the bench and watched the sun appear over the horizon. It was incredibly calm, and beautiful, and you inhaled the aroma of the sea in front of you, an aroma your mother used to love when you were younger, always carrying you in her arms to take you there and watch the sunrise together while eating marmalade and butter sandwiches.

You stopped completely going there once she passed away, and everyone knew why you tried to avoid its existence as if it woke up all the melancholic memories you had with her.

The truth was, you always hated it, and you stopped completely going only because you had no reason to do it anymore. You could make your own decisions once she wasn’t around anymore, and your father never cared enough to keep you company even on important events, so for as long as you could, you just didn’t go.

However, now that you saw it in front of you, you did remember some moments with your mother, her smile, and her excited voice telling you to wake up and watch the sun appear.

‘’Fucking sea’’ you said once the sun completely stayed up there, an orange light showering the whole scenery making it even more breathtaking, but still hating it.

You stood up, grabbed the suitcase handle, and walked alongside the sea, trying to catch a cab in that part of the countryside little city, different from Seoul, which was always awake, you saw how only a couple of people were walking around there, and most of them where fishers getting ready for work, or maybe they were coming back, but you, a city girl your whole life, didn’t know.

You found a taxi not much later and telling him where you were going, the driver rolled his window even more, and giving you a good look, he nodded for you to jump in.

‘’It’s not far from here’’ he said, and you nodded, not feeling like talking much with him. ‘’When you leave, don’t let them charge you too much, never pay more than 15 dollars for any cab, and never go to the sea at night.’’

That last sentence caught your attention, sounding like advice but with a hint of uninterest, assuming that you were going to leave one day.

‘’When I leave?’’ you asked.

‘’You’re going to a rented apartment, I know that building, we know everyone here, and you’re a city girl, I can hear it in your voice, all pretty and clear, something happened to you there so you came here to hide, it’s always the same thing, but your kind never like it here enough to stay’’ he answered sure of his statement.

You looked out the window, the sea was blue, pure, immaculate, and the sun wasn’t orange anymore, a clear sky showing the clouds up there, which you could see reflected into the sea.

But it all looked so grey to you, after all, a beautiful thing like that one still killed people every now and then, fishers who tried to make a living, tourists curious of what was deep inside, or simply people who tried to refresh themselves with the cool temperature of it in the summer, so you nodded.

It was beautiful, a dream, but you would never fall in love with it, if you never did it before even with the memories of your childhood, why would you do it now?

‘’Thank you’’ you said, agreeing with him.

You’d never like it enough to stay.

Still, you kind of appreciated his words after living there for almost a month.

Something you never forgot was how that driver, only with that short conversation, helped you so much, because it was true, you never had to pay more than 15 bucks for any cab, and every time the drivers tried to take advantage of you because of your accent, you only had to spit a short fuck off before they called you a bitch and accepted your bills before driving away.

At first, it was hard, you had never cursed in front of another person and you felt almost sick whenever you did it, but after deciding no one knew you there enough to have the right to judge you, or reminding yourself to just say what went through your mind to not punish yourself later with an I should’ve done something different, you started to feel better with your life there.

Also, he had been right about city people hiding there.

There weren’t many, but they were there, and it was incredibly easy to recognize them.

Apart from the dialect, which was pretty much obvious, there was just something about them that screamed I’m not from here that you always noticed.

Perhaps it was the way most of you were programmed to be colder than most of the countryside people, always being respectful and polite, but always lacking that warmness they had, most of them treating each other like friends or family, while all of you were from the exterior, uninvited guests that one day would leave, and knowing your place, all of you said thank you, hello and goodbye without smiling or eye contact.

It wasn’t that bad for you thought, you had already told yourself to not be involved with people at all if it wasn’t necessary to avoid useless problems, but again, you were only a girl, and Gyeong-ah was just a girl too, and girls, as much as you tried to deny it, feel easily alone.

You met while buying groceries, and you knew immediately she was from Seoul because instead of choosing the detergent almost all the residents there bought, which had a powerful, almost heavy aroma of flowers to mask the sea smell, she chose the softer version without aroma that most girls that lived alone in Seol used to not mess with your perfumes.

You didn’t wear perfume, you never liked it, but you recognized the brand as if it was general knowledge taught at school.

‘’You’re from Seoul’’ you said before you could think it, and it wasn’t a question at all, it was a fact that she, when she heard it, couldn’t even deny because she recognized you too.

‘’You too’’ she said, and suddenly you had a friend.

Just as city girls, you two knew how to talk to each other, never crossing lines and being as cordial as you could, wanting to know but never digging too deep unless you were sure the other deserved to know delicate information about yourselves.

In a month you became best friends, and you started to like to live there, the grey color the area had wasn’t as grey anymore, taking a brighter variation now, almost becoming white, as white as her ceilings, or as the smile she sometimes showed you.

Both of you had really white teeth from performing as perfect city girls before arriving there, religiously visiting the dentist to get expensive treatments at least twice a year and using the famous toothpaste that girl group promoted on TV between music shows, with the phrase ‘’a pretty smile is a pretty heart’’ pushing half the population to buy it, effective, an incredibly overpriced.

Both of you stopped using it, but you respected how it still showed its results.

‘’The supermarket is opening a new position as a cashier, you could come if you want, you receive discounts as an employee’’ she said to the air when you were rambling about almost not having enough savings.

Even if it was the countryside and rent wasn’t even half of what you paid before, with everything you spent after unsuccessfully trying to fit the beauty standards when you lived there, your savings weren’t enough to live unemployed for too much time.

Next week you, instead of waking up to take a little walk before breakfast, now got ready to go to work and be a useful human being to society again.

And with that, both of you took a step further into your friendship, being able to reveal, after drinking a couple of beers, why you escaped from the city.

Gyeong-ah told you everything, from the pretty sequence of how she and her boyfriend met, to then what he did to hurt her, and how she suffered until she had to go through all those surgeries before she moved to Busan.

You told her everything too, how your boss pushed his hand under your skirt, how you reported it and how everyone looked at you as if you were crazy, ‘’She’s the one that reported the sexual assault case? She should be grateful anyone wanted to fuck her’’, and how, being completely alone, you were bullied until you had to quit.

‘’I was the first place in my class’’ she said.

‘’I closed the best deal the company ever had’’ you said.

Both of you cried until you fell slept together on her bed, and only woke up because both of you had to get ready for work.

It didn’t take long for you to get used to your new job, you were already a seller before arriving there, you knew how to talk to people and how to fake a good smile, charming customers into buying products they didn’t need and quickly gaining the manager approbation, because, after all, as everyone said, you were a good girl.

Sadly, Gyeong-ah didn’t have the same luck, and you understood her, she studied to do something different with her life, and you did it too, but she was younger and never had to learn how to make people love her before because she was incredibly gorgeous, but now that beauty wasn’t as useful anymore, and not knowing how to pretend as much as you, she couldn’t gain the appreciation you did, getting more scolds than praises.

It was on one occasion that her inexperience got her into a big argument with a client, and sadly you saw the first crack of your friendship appear.

That client was demanding a refund for a product without the receipt, and you wanted to run to her and repeat how you also couldn’t find the purchase on the system, but that woman was screaming so bad you got flashbacks of your boss’s wife screaming at you to take back the complaint, how her husband would never touch a disgusting pig like you (calling you that when she was as fat, to not say more, than you), and how you should just ruin your own life if you wanted to ruin someone’s.

She had the same voice tone, and even looked exactly like her, with dark red lipstick, a failed perm and all those cheap accessories, she was her spitting image.

You couldn’t move, watching the situation happen from afar, feet stuck to the floor and hands shaking, you repeated inside your mind to go and help her, to take her side, but you couldn’t, and making eye contact with one of the boys from the fish section when he walked in front of you, you closed your eyes to ignore the situation and not feel as pathetic as you did.

Later, when your break came, you went out to breathe as much air as you could, and trying to erase the memory of the past moment from your mind, you tried to think what could you do to apologize to Gyeong-ah.

Out there, between a couple of cars, in the middle of the immense parking lot, you tried to hide so no one saw you spiraling into a thousand thoughts, and there, almost breaking down, you stopped yourself from doing it when you saw the guy from before talking to that woman.

It looked as if she wanted to discuss with him too. He was beside her car, and she started to get closer to him while talking, you couldn’t hear it, but you saw her mouth moving as fast as before.

You were about to get closer to hear them, but you stopped once you saw a disgusting string of saliva being spit on the concrete by him.

It was so long and thick that you didn’t doubt it was a consequence of all those cigarettes he smoked every day.

You didn’t smoke, but Gyeong-ah did, and sometimes the smoke got impregnated in your clothes, so you could easily identify the Marlboro smell of the pack the two of them chose all the time, but he, unlike Gyeong-ah, had a smell a lot stronger.

Your thoughts were left aside once you saw the woman moving around nervous and he trying to take her phone. What the hell, you thought, and you were about to intervene when the woman jumped into her car and drove away.

Making eye contact with him again, he watched you for a couple of seconds before he turned around and completely ignored you, continuing to smoke his cigarette in peace.

‘’I don’t have time for this’’, you whispered to yourself and walked inside to talk with Gyeong-ah and not overthink anymore.

The first crack wasn’t deep, she said she understood it, and you hugged before finishing your shift and going back home to drink and badmouth that terrible woman, especially you, not thinking much of the woman from the supermarket, but of your boss’s wife.

She laughed while hearing all the insults you had about her appearance, going to sleep with a smile on her face and telling you that she would understand if the situation happened again because it wasn’t your fault, or hers, it was theirs for not understanding you two.

Little cracks continued to appear on the frame of your friendship, but it was still solid enough to survive everything.

At least, until Sangnim appeared, and completely smashed it to leave no trace of it.

That fucking bastard, as you used to call him, ruined everything with his existence.

The minute you saw him you knew something was off with him, you couldn’t help but notice small details when the two of them gave you a lift home, sensing the aroma of a perfume you used to smell a lot in Seoul inside his car, it was impossible Gyeong-ah was the only woman riding it, and you tried to slip a question without looking suspicious.

‘’Sangmin-ah, do you have sisters? I can’t believe how much you understand my Gyeong-ah’’ you said with a smile.

He made eye contact with you through the mirror and showed you a wide grin.

‘’I don’t have any sisters, but you’re so sweet, I really try to take care of Gyeong-ah as much as I can, she deserves it’’ he answered immediately.

‘’You’re right, she deserves it’’ you repeated, still smiling.

Shut the fuck off, you contained yourself from saying that out loud, nodding and looking around to find any other clue.

You couldn’t find anything, but he was definitely a cheater, and you, not having any solid proof, didn’t know how to break the news, so you pretended to not know anything to find the correct moment to say it.

Still, you left little comments every now and then, not blaming him, but leaving a trail of doubts around, doubts that sadly were never enough for Gyong-ah, fracturing too much your relationship.

You even thought that maybe you were exaggerating too, maybe deep inside you just tried to find a reason for her to end things with him, he was never going to stay, he said it before when you three had dinner, he’d go back to Seoul next year, and contrary to all predictions, thanks to your friendship, you liked it here enough to stay.

The future wasn’t bright at all, but it was enough for you, maybe in a couple of years you could escalate to a better position, you’d get benefits, you would walk around the beach every Sunday morning, and then you’d go and have breakfast with Gyeong-ah.

You had to apologize, for the sake of your friendship.

However, you didn’t have to, or more than that, you could never do it, because three days later Gyeong-ah passed away.

Waking up in your free day, you sent her a text to ask for an hour of her time to talk, but she didn’t answer in fifteen minutes, and you just knew something was wrong.

Taking a cab to her house, you saw the ashes all around, and how her room was the one who started it.

‘’It seems the oven was on’’ you heard one firefighter say.

Dropping to your knees, you denied it, because she always checked everything at least three times before going to sleep, it didn’t matter how drunk she was, she would check the door, the kitchen, and would unplug her phone charger from the wall.

‘’I saw on the news that chargers can get on fire’’ she said, and you laughed in her face because that only happened once every thousand times, ‘’Well, with my luck, I could be that one time.’’

‘’Shut up’’ you said while knocking three times on her wooden headboard.

 It had to be him, it had to be him, it’s the only answer, she would never do it, she wouldn’t let her oven on in a million times, they didn’t know her like you did, and sadly, soon no one would remember her like you did.

Calling her mother was the hardest part, you couldn’t remember how the hug of a mother felt in real life, and when she wrapped you into her arms, you broke down with her, because even if you didn’t know her, Gyeong-ah had been telling her about you, always finishing the calls with the same sentence, ‘’Don’t worry mom, my friend’s is taking care of me here.’’

‘’I’m so sorry, I should’ve taken more care of her, I’m so sorry’’ you repeated in her arms, and her mother denied it, saying how that wasn’t your fault at all, but you felt as it was, because you could've stopped her from seeing him, you should’ve stopped her the minute you figured him out.

You didn’t, and it didn’t matter how many nights passed, you couldn’t sleep with the guilt consuming you.

Looking at the beach at night one day, not being able to sleep again, you remembered how the first day you arrived you were told to never go to the sea at night, and right there, you understood why that driver told you that.

For the first time ever, you thought that maybe, maybe, you should just get lost in it, like the fishers, like the tourists, like the innocents.

You weren’t none of them, none of them deserved it, but you were convinced you did.

And you were about to go meet her, until you realized that, there, on earth, you could continue taking care of her, because even if she wasn’t there with you anymore, you could do what was necessary to make Sangmin pay for what he did.

You wouldn’t survive another I should’ve, so you would do it, you would do what was necessary, and nothing would stop you.

Finding Sangmin’s information wasn’t hard, you just had to do a couple of clicks on the internet, and you had everything you could need.

If only you had done that before, but you refused to go back into social media, all your profiles were flooded with hate comments from people you used to work with, or your boss’s family, or people who didn’t know anything at all but felt the right to talk about your body, and she had also deleted all kind of social media for a similar reason, so none of you knew how he was about to get married, and how you had been right about the smell of her fiance's perfume and all the little comments you had left around.

It was simply impossible how they met was a coincidence, getting sex extorted just like Gyeong-ah? He knew how to get close to her and break down her walls, he planned everything, and finally, you had no doubt about doing something.

You planned to wait for him out of his job, you wanted to do it quick and easy, and no one would suspect you, you looked like a good girl, you were a good girl, you were one until he appeared and stole the little family you had, he stole your whole life, and you would do it too.

With a knife in hand, you waited for him to get out of work, and you thought that he would drive his car, but he didn’t, so you followed him down the dark street to an unknown place.

Gripping onto your weapon, you felt your heart punching your ribcage, nervous as never before.

I can do it, I can do it, you repeated inside your mind, trying to convince you again.

But you couldn’t, and entering an alley, letting him go, you started to cry while hugging your knees, apologizing to Gyeong-ah for not being able to do anything for her.

You felt a cold sensation touch your nape and you jumped away from it surprised, looking up at the sky night and watching the guy from work you never liked.

‘’Drink this’’ he pushed the water bottle to your face, almost obliging you to take it, and your heart started to beat again, knowing he had seen what you tried to do, knife on the floor easily to differentiate even in the dark.

‘’Gyeong… Su?’’ you tried to remember his name.

‘’Go home, sleep, and tomorrow go to work, the manager keeps calling you and leaving messages, your position is still yours’’ he said, almost immediately walking away, but you stopped him gripping his jeans.

‘’You saw me’’ you affirmed,

‘’I did’’ he didn’t try to lie.

‘’Don’t you think I’m bad? I tried to do something really bad.’’

Your voice almost broke, and your hand on his jeans was trembling.

He looked down at you, maintaining eye contact and scanning you, and you felt as if he was inside your mind, finding exactly what he wanted to know.

‘’You’re not bad’’, he said after a long silence.

‘’You don’t know me’’, you replied as soon as he finished talking.

He shrugged and pulling apart from your grip, he talked one last time before leaving, ‘’That’s true.’’

Completely alone there, you cried again until you felt satisfied, and looking up to the dark clear sky, you apologized one last time to Gyeong-ah, and to your mom, and to you, and after drinking the whole bottle of water, you walked to the beach, burring the knife into a hole in the sand you dug with your own hands, to then go home, take a shower, and sleep.

The next day you had to go to work, and you needed to sleep at least a couple of hours.

When you arrived at work the next day you told yourself to completely ignore Gyeong-su, not wanting to talk with someone who had seen you in such deplorable moments like the ones you had.

However, again, you were just a girl, and not having anyone around you anymore, he was the closest thing to intimacy you had.

The relationship you had wasn’t deep enough to be called a friendship, he rarely talked about himself, only keeping you company when he smoked a cigarette in his break and when his turn finished.

You can’t remember how you started to get closer to him, you just remember seeing him smoke near the plastic table behind the supermarket, near the entrance in which all trucks left the daily order of products, and sitting next to him in silence, missing the smell of the Marlboro Gyeong-ah used to smoke.

Somehow, it brought you a calm feeling, and your mind stopped thinking, becoming a blank sheet that didn’t need to be filled with anything, not memories of her, or your past life in Seoul, or Sangmin, only breathing and watching the ugly metallic green bars that surrounded the place as if it was a prison, separating it from the outside world.

He didn’t mind you staying there, and days after days, you started to notice his presence around more often inside the supermarket, and the little behaviors he had.

‘’A man of few words’’, you called him when he didn’t answer your question if he was from Seoul too, thing he never acknowledged, but it was too obvious.

He didn’t have the province dialect, he had a soft way of slurring words whenever the manager or his superior in the fish section made him questions, like most boys in the city did, especially those who worked as part-timers in convenience stores, a polite but tired tone, and you were sure he had received some kind of superior education because when you carried a copy of Justice written by Michael Sandel, he followed it with his eyes until you pushed it inside your bag.

‘’Those who insist that only bleeding wounds should count believe that post-traumatic stress reflects a weakness of character unworthy of honor. Those who believe that psychological wounds should qualify argue that veterans suffering long-term trauma and severe depression have sacrificed for their country as surely, and as honorably, as those who’ve lost a limb’’ you quoted the next day while he lighted his second cigarette and seemed more relaxed next to you.

‘’I’m too dumb for that’’ was the only thing he said before exhaling a long line of smoke.

You don’t know why, but after hearing him so sure while saying that, and after such a long time, you were able to laugh again.

Things were slightly getting better after two months, you could sleep at least four hours now, and you were doing things again, not only staring at your TV when you arrived home. You opened old books she had left at your house, cleaned your place more, and ate proper meals, and you still cried, but at least you were able to smile when you saw pictures of her in your phone.

Still, there were moments in which you crumbled, and one of them was when you heard what happened to Sangmin a long time ago, only a couple days after you tried to do… that.

You heard it from one of the clients, how weird things were happening, first the death of a former worker there in the supermarket, and then the death of her boyfriend, and how now there were other two girls dead.

‘’This never happened before those people started to move here’’ her companion, another elderly woman said, and of course they referred to the people like you, people that weren’t born or grew up there, but you couldn’t help but only think in what you had heard about Sangmin.

Sangmin was dead, and what should’ve brought you joy for fair karma, instead made you hide in the warehouse, crying and spiraling into your thoughts about Gyeong-ah, and how you didn’t even make an effort to make sure she got her real justice, cleaning her name from everyone’s mouths.

‘’What’s going on?’’ you heard Gyeong-su’s voice come from behind the shelf you were leaning to.

‘’He-He’s dead’’ you answered, you didn’t need much to think of how to phrase it, he knew who you were referring to.

‘’Isn’t that what you wanted?’’ he asked you.

You stayed silent, muffled cries hiding in your knees.

‘’I don’t know, but I’m hurting so much, and all I keep thinking about is how Gyeong-ah must have suffered more than me when she left this place, and how I’ll never be able to know if he received what he deserved, even more, how because of that I’ll never be able to clean her name, and now no one will remember her as clearly as I do’’ you then confessed.

Feeling like a sinner telling a priest all of her secrets, you felt as if something had left your chest free, your mind finally was out there, formed into words and tears, and you didn’t see his face, but that let you speak your mind even more free.

‘’I see’’ he murmured, ‘’and you’ve thought that all this time, I guess.’’

‘’Yes,’’ everything was out, your tears sliding down your cheeks and your body lighter, almost numb.

‘’Well, you shouldn’t compare your pain, or hers, or his, each of you went through things none of you three know, she doesn’t know how you’re mourning her death, you don’t know how she suffered the process of it, and none of you know how he suffered his, those are things none of you will ever know, so it’s okay if you hurt, but you don’t have to think much into what he deserved, because you’ll never have an answer, and you shouldn’t condition what you feel into an answer you’ll never receive.’’

You sniffed your tears, looking at the packages of toilet paper in front of you, wishing you could take one to clean your face.

‘’And I do remember her, not as clearly as you do, of course, no one will, she was your friend, but I remember she liked to buy fresh tuna every Friday to eat with you, she always had a blank face when the manager scolded her or when she talked to rude clients, and she would rarely smile, but with you, she would do it in front of others sometimes.’’

You exhaled.

That was exactly her, she liked tuna when you hated it, and you picked on her for having an old man's taste buds, you preferred chicken over it, but you let her win every time one of you had to choose, and yeah, she did stare blankly at others, including you, but if it was a good day, she would smiled at you with those white pearls she had inside her mouth.

Feeling as if some heavy weight was lifted from your shoulders, you exhaled and let your head fall to the shelf you were leaning into.

‘’You two were the city pair’’ he finished, making you laugh.

‘’You’re also a city boy’’ you said, and he coughed, ‘’and you’re a liar, you said you were dumb.’’

‘’I am, I never understood that book’’ he said before grabbing the box between you two, lifting it, and going out, leaving you there alone.

You felt as if finally, you had taken a step in the right direction, moving from your position, you cleaned your tears with the ugly blue vest, too hard for your cheeks, and waking you up with the pain.

A week later another girl died, and your boss had to organize a meeting.

‘’It seems the current situation is getting dangerous, especially for young girls, so the superiors have ordered all the women to leave while the sun is still up’’ he said, and you don’t know if it was because of an empathy people from where you grew up didn’t have, but you got surprised when none of the men argued with it, everyone nodding in unison.

You had permission to leave early, so you did it, not being able to share Gyeong-su’s company when your turn finished, only seeing each other in the first break.

‘’You’ll miss me’’ you said the first day, and he never made any sound to acknowledge your silly jokes, but this time he let a soft snicker, almost imperceptible, that made you smile too.

You tried to always do what you were told to, so you left before the sun went down, but that day you were in charge of counting merchandise in the warehouse, so you didn’t see how late it was until you checked your phone.

It was even later than the time for everyone to leave, so you quickly grabbed your things, said good night to your male coworkers, and left.

You tried to not get paranoid with the news, they specified that the killer only directed its attention to pretty girls, loving long legs and soft features.

Gyeong-ah and Sangmin cases were mentioned every now and then to repeat how dangerous things were getting, but they were never related to the girl’s deaths, being two different situations.

That’s why, you tried to convince yourself you would be okay, you didn’t share any of the characteristics the killer loved in their victims, and he supermarket wasn’t far from your house, but you didn’t dare to walk alone anymore between all the buildings, so you waited for a cab to appear and take you home.

You made sure to always be careful when you were alone, yes you took cabs, but you always had a pen on your hand and your phone ready to call 119 in the other, checking the routes and if the driver looked at you too much.

Everything was okay, you were already relaxed when you saw your building in front of you, so you shoved your things in your bag, pulled out the bill, and paid, walking home with an easy mind.

You never thought you would get snatched right next to your door.

With a hand on your mouth and the other on your tummy, you felt how you were dragged into the alley next to your building, darkness surrounding you while you felt a disgusting presence behind you.

The one who pulled you in was a man, taller than you, with big hands and an erection already ready to make your worst nightmare real.

You started to cry, muffled by his gloved hand, you couldn’t say anything when you heard his voice calling you sweet treat, ordering you to be silent if you didn’t want things to get ugly.

Begging Gyeong-ah, your mother, and God to send you help, you nodded when he said he would let you go if you were good.

‘’Promise?’’ he murmured.

‘’Promise’’ you agreed, closing your eyes and letting his hand cup your pussy with force, not making a single sound, only trembling with tears running down your cheeks.

He pushed your face to the wall and made you show him your bubbly ass, touching it as much as he wanted without an ounce of shame.

You thought this is it, my karma, repeating inside your head how this was your punishment for all the things you should and shouldn’t have done.

The man couldn’t even open the button of your jeans before you heard a loud bang and his body fell to the floor.

Staying in your position, you pressed your face to your hands and didn’t dare to turn around to see what was making all that noise, it was metallic, and it didn’t stop even when the man didn’t make a single noise anymore.

When things got silent, you, still trembling, turned your head to see what, or who stopped the man.

You never expected to see Gyeong-su covered in black clothes from head to toe, paint all over the floor, covering the man's body and face, and the can totally smashed and tossed to the side.

‘’Uh?’’ was the only thing that came out of your mouth.

‘’I knew he was going to come for you, this sick bastard’’ he said.

You didn’t understand why he thought that, and watching your white sneakers get ruined with the blood and the red paint, you started to cry even more, still in silence.

‘’It’s okay, you’re okay’’ he said, giving you your messed bag and, once again, leaving you alone.

You called the police, the number still there on your screen ready to only press the green button, and when you did it, you said your direction as clearly as you could.

‘’Did you see who did it?’’ one of the officers asked you, and you stayed silent for a good minute before answering.

‘’I didn’t’’ then you said.

The two cops keeping you company looked at each other and then the one writing things down nodded.

‘’I see’’ was the only thing he said before leaving you alone.

You didn’t have much to do, the man was dead, and now nothing could be done.

Was that justice? You thought.

They immediately recognized him as the killer, he had a patron, pretty girls who lived alone, and all the bodies showed the same signs of abuse before dying.

Perhaps he had lied to all of them, and he had lied to you, convincing you that if you did no sound you would live, but you’d have died just like them at the end.

But did he deserve to die? Just like Sangmin, wasn’t there another way to get justice for your pain? For yours, Gyeong-ah’s, and all those girls’.

Still, what you knew was that, even if it was contrary to all your values, knowing how valuable life was, Gyeong-su didn’t deserve any punishment, he had saved you, and justice for you, was that he continued free out there.

The next day before you went to work, you saw rests of the red paint still over the cement, thin layers already dry after so many hours, cracked with the breeze of the sea, and you thought how, if Gyeong-su hadn’t saved you yesterday, what anyone else would have seen in daylight was your cold body lying out there.

All your coworkers hugged you when you arrived, and your manager told you to take the day off if you needed, but you couldn’t go back home or you’d start to overthink things again, if what you did was the correct thing to do, if he deserved to die like that, if you were a killer too, taking into account how you saved Gyeong-su’s secret.

When the first break came you walked out to the plastic table, but Gyeong-su wasn’t there, and hugging your coat, you sat to wait for him, but he didn’t come.

He avoided you for days, and you thought the pseudo-friendship you had was over, until a detective arrived and started to make questions about what had happened to you that day.

‘’You really didn’t see who did it?’’ he asked, and you denied again, already used to say that lie as if it was an unchanging truth, ‘’Do you mind if I walk around here a little bit?’’

You didn’t have a reason to say no, but your eyes caught how Gyeong-su opened the curtain separating the counter from the freezer where all the fish waited to be cut and packed to be sold, and how he immediately took a step back, not letting himself be seen.

You don’t know why, but you knew Gyeong-su didn’t want that detective to see him.

‘’I’m sorry, but I really don’t want to see any more cops lurking around, he’s dead, and looking at you only brings me back the bad memories of that night’’ you didn’t know why you said something like that, it didn’t make any sense, all the older ladies loved to see the cops near, feeling a lot safer, but you didn’t know what else to say to make them leave.

His younger companion frowned and was about to say something before the detective stopped him and nodded, leaving you his card and telling you to call him in case you ever needed help or remembered something.

You didn’t answer, shoving it into one of the numerous pockets your vest had, and turned your back to continue writing down the stock you were counting.

‘’Ugly girls should learn how to talk prettily at least’’ you heard the younger say.

‘’Shut up, she’s a victim, she doesn’t have to entertain you with pretty words’’ the older quickly replied, ‘’and you don’t know what you’re saying, her face is very pretty.’’

Jand Nam-gam, you read in the card he left you.

He seemed like the kind of person who was only respected by the people who were near him, used to receive no as answers, and a bit blunt and unsophisticated, from the city, just like you, but without the calm and respectable vibe a detective from there usually had, and too honest and correct to survive there for long.

When you went out for your break a couple of hours later you saw Gyeong-su sitting on the table, smoking and waiting for you.

You sat next to him and for the first time, you showed him your palm, asking for a cigarette too.

Without looking at you, he gave you the one he was smoking, still new and ready for you to take it.

Your fingers brushed his when he gave it to you, and you tried to not think much about it, but you always thought too much, so to shut your mind up, you inhaled the cancer stick and held it as long as you could, slowly letting the grey cloud appear in front of your face.

The city had the same grey color it used to have before Gyeong-ah, and you weren’t sure how long you could stay there.

Your imagination wasn’t filled with a future there, you didn’t want to walk around the beach anymore, you had no one eating breakfast with you in your head, and you were afraid every time your turn finished and you had to go back home, running the few steps to open your building door, and only feeling safe once you checked that your oven was off and you put a chair behind your secured door.

‘’I didn’t ask for your help’’ he then said.

‘’Me neither’’ you answered.

He nodded, still looking at the metallic bars surrounding you.

‘’How did you know I didn’t want him to see me’’ he asked, breathing the air and pushing his hands inside his apron pockets.

‘’How did you know he was going to come for me’’ you asked back.

He shrugged like every time you asked him anything he couldn’t ignore.

‘’I just knew he would come for you, after all, they said he followed pretty girls.’’

It felt completely different from when the detective said it, and you bit the inside of your cheek, feeling a warm sensation reach your cold hands.

‘’I just knew it too’’ you said, tossing the rest of the stick to the floor.

It tasted like shit, and you couldn’t understand how he and Gyeong-ah smoked it every day.

‘’I won’t come to work tomorrow.’’

You felt incredibly alone again, you knew he meant that he wouldn’t come back, he would, again, leave you there on your own.

‘’Can you walk me home today? I’m afraid of going on my own.’’

He knew why you asked him that, a goodbye, a farewell, so he nodded and told you to wait for him at the front door.

Your turn finished and then you were waiting for him right where he had told you, a good girl following his words exactly like he wanted.

You stayed there, hands playing with the leather strap of your bag, the bag you used when you lived in Seoul, too noisy in the province, reason why you preferred to go around with your canvas tote bag, a lot more discreet and common, but that one had been ruined with the red paint that day, and just like your white sneakers, you had to toss it away.

When he appeared he nodded at you, indicating you with a tilt of his head to lead the way.

You two walked on silent, you couldn’t make any question or comment or silly joke, and it was obvious, by the grip on your bag, that you were nervous.

He noticed it, and pulling out his hand from the pocket of his bomber jacket, he grabbed your left hand and held it all the way to your house.

You felt incredibly calm, thinking how you shouldn’t because you knew, deep down, that he was dangerous. It was impossible, by the fear of facing the detective, that he hadn’t killed more people, and it was clear he was being followed.

That makes sense, you thought, if you weren’t sent to that province because of work, like Sangmin, you were hiding, and he was just like Gyeong-ah and you, escaping from things that had happened in the past, or perhaps, things that were still happening now.

But you hadn’t felt so safe in so long, because you knew that, with him, nothing would snatch you next to your house, and that no one would be able to enter your house, or that your oven was never going to magically explode.

With him by your side everything was okay, you were okay, and that was enough to make all those preoccupations disappear.

When you got to your entrance you let his hand go to open the principal door with your key, and he was behind you, observing you, you could feel his eyes on the back of your head, but when you turned to him, he let his eyes fall to the floor.

‘’Do you want to drink some coffee?’’ you asked, and he nodded, following you inside and walking up the stairs until you got to your little apartment.

It wasn’t amazing, but it was yours. You didn’t have an elevator, and you always had to go up to the fifth floor to let your clothes dry with a big basket, but it was okay, you liked your building, your neighbors were quiet, and you felt safe and sound there. Until that happened.

Inside your room you let him close the door for you, and you didn’t feel the need to immediately put the secure on, leaving your coat on the hanger instead, and taking off your shoes, you walked to your little kitchen, putting water in an electric kettle to boil it.

You could cook in your kitchen, but you never used the oven, and you preferred the electric kettle over the traditional one because once the water was done, it would automatically turn off.

Then you sat on the floor, leaving two cups, sugar and coffee over the little wooden table you had, and turning on the TV, you looked at him in the eyes until he sat beside you on the floor.

He was wearing an ugly grey sweater that kind of smelled like fish, mascaraed with what you identified as the cheap deodorant you sold in the store, but you were used to the fish smell he had, so you didn’t mind.

‘’Do you mind if I take a shower?’’ He said not much after.

You nodded, the news had just started, and you mindlessly changed the channel to try to find anything interesting.

 ‘’Sure, there are towels in the cabinet, I’ll get you some clothes, they’re mine, but I’m sure they’ll fit you’’ you said, and he didn’t waste a second to walk to your bathroom.

You gulped while changing the channels, you knew what you were going to do, but you hadn’t done it in so long, you needed a second to recognize what that sensation forming on your abdomen was.

You hadn’t done anything at all, and you felt yourself already getting wet inside your panties.

The click the jug did after the water was done caught your attention and you stood up to get the water, pulling out the cord from the plug, but knowing you had to get him his clothes, you walked to your little closet to find a t-shirt and some pants that could fit him.

He wasn’t buff at all, but he was lean, a normal guy there, not fat, not big, not small, and taller than normal, so you decided to find the biggest clothes you had.

You were choosing when you heard the door open and you felt him walking behind you, hands surrounding your waist and wetting your back with the drops that were still sliding down his chest.

‘’I chose this’’ you said, lifting the clothes so he could see them, feeling his breath touch the side of your neck and his nose brushing your skin.

‘’I’ll wear them later then’’ he answered, pushing you to your closed closet and making you turn to him.

You weren’t that short, but just then you noticed how much taller than you he was. He made you lift your eyes to him with a touch to your hands, taking the clothes from your hands and letting them fall to the floor.

‘’I- I don’t remember much how this was… it’s been years for me’’ you admitted, and he nodded.

‘’It’s been years for me too’’ he said, not as ashamed as you.

With the same hand that tossed the clothes, he made you look at him and accept his mouth over yours, taking the lead in the kiss and erasing all your thoughts.

It felt good, his lips were chapped, and he had the taste of smoke in his mouth, but you didn’t mind, it finally tasted good, and moving your hands to his neck, you let him press his body against yours, the lower half of his body only covered by one of your towels.

He wasn’t hard, but you could feel something poking at the front of your jeans, and you wanted him to lay on your bed, so after a couple of long minutes, and just after he had enough of your mouth, you murmured something.

‘’Let’s go to my bed’’ you begged with hazy eyes and weak legs, leaning onto him, who was holding you with his body against your closet doors.

He nodded, and taking your hand, he guided you there, making you sit and look up to him.

Your lights were on, and you felt nervous, you had never had sex with the lights on, you only had a couple of partners, and they always turned them off before fucking you.

‘’You can turn off the lights if you want’’ you said, looking at him in the eyes.

He didn’t answer, his hand went to your cheek, and he pressed the tips of his fingers over your skin, caressing it and then brushing your wet lips after all his kisses, slightly red and plump thanks to the way his lips covered them.

He didn’t acknowledge what you said, bending down to retake the contact between both mouths.

Full of life, unlike his usual demeanor, eager, he pushed you to your back, making you receive him between your legs.

Slightly harder, you felt the border of his boner only covered by the fabric damp your jeans, but he didn’t stop kissing you, one hand lying on your neck and the other helping him stay still over you to not let all his weight crush you.

You opened your legs as much as you could with the jeans stopping you from going too far.

 ‘’You know what I’ll do to you’’ he said after a minute.

You nodded.

‘’I won’t stop’’ he warned.

‘’I don’t want you to’’ you answered.

You knew no one was going to save you from that place, it wasn’t his job, so you’d accept this as enough, and you’d let him go without resentment and an I should’ve done it.

‘’Will you be okay?’’ he asked, afraid of hurting you more.

‘’I want this to happen’’ you said, making him look at you, caress your cheek once again, and give you another kiss before his hands went to your button and helped you take your jeans off.

Sliding the clothing off your legs, he pushed your thighs wide open, and feeling the texture of the towel, his now hard cock against your clothed clit made you whimper.

‘’It feels good’’ you said, to what he agreed with you.

‘’It feels good’’ he affirmed.

He did soft movements to stimulate you with his cock, only letting you feel what would soon be inside you.

Looking at your eyes flutter, he pushed up your shirt, showing him your black bra hugging your chest.

Touching the skin uncovered by your cups, he pressed his thumb to see how far it could sink into your skin.

Your chest was bigger than normal, just like your tummy, but he liked it, it looked comforting and soft, perfect for him to rest a little bit, after his exhausting life, it looked like a taste of paradise.

You pushed his hands while taking your shirt off without asking, to then unhook your bra and toss it to the floor.

‘’Touch me properly’’ you said, making him snicker.

You had forgotten how that little grin looked like, and you smiled when it appeared again.

‘’Okay,’’ he replied, unabashedly grabbing both tits and groping them, looking at how the skin flooded his grip between fingers, and feeling good with both sensations, his cock against your cunt, and his hands in your chest, you closed your eyes and moaned, moving your head to your side and cover your mouth with the back of your hand.

He didn’t let you hide yourself for long, making you open your mouth for him and pushing his tongue inside your mouth, obliging you to let the moans out.

Your panties were incredibly wet, and he left one of your tits free to sneak a hand inside them.

Juices gladly receiving him, he groaned when he felt you dripping all over his fingers.

Without asking, just like when you took your shirt, he introduced a finger.

You cried with his mouth over yours.

His finger was long, and it sent a delicious shock to your core, making you frown at how good it felt.

‘’More’’ you begged, and he gladly obliged, pushing one more finger to make scissoring motions and prepare you for him.

‘’Shit, it’s begging for it’’ he groaned when he heard how much your insides were squelching, asking for him to fill you up.

‘’Yes, yes’’ you cried, listening to his nasty approbations telling you how good you’d take him, and how much he couldn’t wait to fill that sweet pussy of yours.

Fucking you with his fingers, you moaned as much as you wanted, not caring to hide anymore, it was your only night with him, so you decided to not hold anything.

His mouth went to your nipple, tits falling to the sides of how heavy they were and shaking with his attention to your cunt.

He licked them, first with just the tip of his tongue, but then let it flat so it covered your buds and made you shake even more.

‘’Su- so good’’ you cried.

His fingers were making you dizzy, and you had to get up on your elbows to see his hand inside your panties moving to make you cum.

It was hard to see yourself like that, so naked, so exposed.

You couldn’t hide the way your tummy rolls were in front of his eyes, the marks on your skin, or the way your big tits didn’t look perfect on your body, but he seemed to not care, even liking it, guiding his mouth to your nipples again and looking into your eyes when he left soft pecks over them.

‘’You’re going to cum for me, right?’’ he murmured when you started to clench over him.

‘’I-I don’t know’’ you cried, never having an orgasm with your partners before, you didn’t know if that was an orgasm, or what the hell was it.

‘’You’re going to’’ he didn’t ask, ‘’and it’s because of my fingers, so good’’ he pushed his fingers faster and harder, stretching your panties with how brutal he was.

You couldn’t maintain your position and dropped over your back, crying with your walls pulsating around him.

‘’That’s it, so fucking good, my good girl’’ he said still moving his fingers.

You tried to push his hand away, eyes rolling to the back of your head and tears falling down your cheeks of overstimulation, and he stopped when you left a singular loud cry out, but only to take off your messed underwear and toss the towel wrapping his hips.

He let you take a second to breathe properly again, and pushing up your legs, he made you show him your glossy cunt, lips open and ready for him.

He couldn’t help it, it was all shiny and pretty, he had to taste it a little bit, and sinking to his knees over the floor, he pulled your body to the border of the bed, mouth going directly to your pussy.

Drinking your orgasm, the slurping sound was so nasty you had to put your hands over your face, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

‘’That’s too much’’ you tried to stop him, but he, mouth still stuck to your entrance, and nose poking at your clit, denied with his head, smearing your arousal over his face.

‘’You have no idea all the things I want to do to you’’ he replied, pushing his thumb to your opening, and pressing his tongue over your clit this time.

You cried, hands going to his wet hair and trying to pull him away, but he was stronger than you, and you never had a chance to stop him.

You couldn’t fight him, so you wanted to finish quickly instead, hips jolting to feel him more and grasp that sweet second orgasm you felt coming.

About to call his name, he separated and said something before going back to his work.

‘’Lee Tang’’ he said, and that was enough for you to know what he meant.

That was his name, not Gyeong-su, but Lee Tang, and you thought, that fits him a lot more.

‘’Lee… Tang’’ you said as you could, and then the only thing that came out of your mouth was a ton of Tang, Tang, repeating proudly his real name.

You were so close that you could feel your toes curling, walls ready to let your orgasm free and relax again, and your back was curving, your body needing to cum once again because of him.

But he was so cruel.

He stopped, and getting up his knees, he thumbed your clit, flicking the little button a couple of times before he slid his dick between your lips, making you feel his length resting over you.

‘’Please, I’m so close, please’’ you saw the light of your room above him, watching his dark eyes examine you, searching for another answer in your eyes.

You left a disappointed cry when he, instead of touching, walked away to grab his jacket hung next to yours, and sitting, you saw him pull a little box from his pocket.

So that’s why he made me wait for him outside, you thought, he didn’t want you to see what he was buying.

Opening the film package, you saw him sliding the condom over his member with experience, walking back at you and showing you how it looked, slightly jumping over the air, standing hard and thick, and pushing you to your back again, he pressed his tip on your entrance, making you clench over it, and nodded to your past pleading. ‘’You deserve it’’ he said before pushing his member inside.

He didn’t let you adjust, but you didn’t need it, you just wanted him to keep moving, and soon that soft pace wasn’t enough for you.

‘’Fuck’’ you couldn’t hold the curses in your throat.

It felt so good, the weight of his member inside, pushing the limits of your walls, taking what he wanted from you, it was so good your hands searched for something of him to grip, finding his hands over your hips to maintain you in your place for him.

‘’Tang, so good, please make me cum’’ you cried.

One of his hands interlocked with yours, helping you find comfort between all the intense sensations your insides were feeling.

You looked so good under him, your chubby torse facing him, showing him everything he wanted to see, and your thighs jiggling with each of his thrusts.

You were close, and so was he, but he needed something more, a little thing that had been wandering inside his mind since he started to see you differently.

‘’Can you turn for me?’’ he asked, needing to see your pretty ass taking him.

Not answering, you immediately crawled further in your bed, and searching for your pillow, you hugged it, pressing your face to your bedsheets and showing him your ass without any ounce of shame left.

‘’Fuck me’’ you begged again, opening your lips with your fingers and showing him your entrance gaping around nothing, ‘’Tang, please fuck me.’’

His breath stopped, he had never seen something that bold and hot before, and he admired your needy side calling for him to calm you.

Going to you, he pushed his entire length inside, bottoming out and pushing it inside in a single thrust to see your gorgeous back and thick thighs trembling with his cock.

You were crying and hugging your pillow, shoulders becoming smaller and one of your hands on your back searching for his to hold it again.

Lee Tang, not daring to ignore you, his good girl, like that, held your hand.

‘’You’re the one who wanted me to fuck you, and now you can’t take it?’’ he teased, not liking how much he was spoiling you.

‘’No, I can take it, please don’t stop’’ you implored, feeling his hard and fast thrusts pushing your sanity away.

He didn’t care how weak he was to you, feeling your walls wrapping around him like that was like nothing he had felt before, watching the curves of your waist interrupted with your little fat rolls, your ass bouncing against his pelvis with his strength, taking his cock like a gift, and your hand not letting him go even with how hard he was being with you, was everything he ever needed.

Hearing your sweet moans and cries all out when you came, with your sweet walls fluttering around him, pushed the last string inside him, and he pressed his cock inside you to let everything out in the condom.

‘’Tang-‘’ you gripped his hand harder.

‘’Yes baby, I’m cumming’’ he exhaled, letting all inside you.

 ‘’Okay’’ you said happy.

He wished he could stay connected to you forever, but he couldn’t, and he had to pull out of you to make sure the condom, and you, were alright.

Going to the bathroom to toss it in the trash, he looked at his reflection in the mirror, not recognizing himself with how relaxed he looked.

Tense all the time, he saw his eyes drowsy, ready to rest the whole night.

You, lying on your side to catch your breath, hoped that he could at least spend this night with you, his last night there, but maybe that was too much to ask.

When he came you didn’t look at him, and he simply accommodated behind you, spooning you with a hand over your tummy, letting his hand land there, and sighed.

‘’Let’s get inside the covers, the night is cold’’ he murmured, and you followed his request.

Under your bedsheets, a lot warmer thanks to the fabric and his skin, your mind started to drift away, so you looked at him one last time before falling asleep, closing your eyes when he left a last kiss over your lips.

When you woke up you were alone, feeling incredibly sore, and sad.

You stood up to drink a glass of water, not thinking much about how lonely you felt, concentrating on what would you do later that day to fill your head.

Would you be able to stay? You doubted it, you had too many memories here, and maybe the driver was right, all of you would leave one day.

You were about to go back to bed when you saw a little note next to your electric kettle.

I’ll come back in three weeks was written, and you closed your eyes, happy to not be abandoned again.

You had to stay so he could find you, that was your home now.

#lee tang #lee tang x reader #a killer paradox #choi wooshik #choi woo shik smut #lee tang smut #kpop smut #kdrama smut #i have no idea what tags to put #why can't i find more fics of this man #plus size reader #chubby reader #choi wooshik smut

[quokkahans]

Double Catfished! [Part 2/3]

After months of talking with each other online, Changbin decideds to confess to Jisung. Then, they plan themselves a date, nothing could go wrong right?

Or a chapter that the two lovers accidentally catfish each other as they gained weight over the course of a year.

A/N: INTERACTIVE CHAPTER ALERT!! Read until the end to find out the question that is up to you, the fate of this very story. Enjoy!

WARNING: This fic contains feederism, and intentional weight gain which are all SAFE FOR WORK / SFW. If you are uncomfy with this type of story, please look away and scroll before the cut.

AO3 VERSION

Remember when Changbin hasn't slept well lately due to his conflicting feelings towards Jisung? Well, he isn't making this up, unfortunately. The black-haired has been experiencing dreams about a certain man holding him hostage, and certainly obsessed about the boy. 

Most often he would be abruptly awoken by a sudden noise, such as his alarm or something within the dream (more like a nightmare at this point) which left Changbin rattled. But he still had work to do and bills to pay, so he would often go to his workplace like nothing happened a few seconds ago.

"Stupid dreams..", the assistant muttered bitterly before ripping half of the sandwich he made because he was in a rush. Then, Changbin went inside the broadcasting network's building and headed to the sounds office while checking if he had to oversee the audio in a news program today.

He and Seungmin were partnered most of the time during broadcasts or news segments, their experience proved a cohesive dynamic between themselves despite the two having different personalities. 

A head of chestnut hair suddenly popped out of the door and the older knew that it was the puppy boy. "Hey! Good morning, hyung.", the younger boy snorted before looking at the slightly messy look of Harry and shaking his head. "What happened to you? Did you see a ghost?", he teased but recieved a hard nudge.

"Shut up, Seungmin. Nothing's good in my morning.", a blunt mumble came from Seo's mouth before sighing quietly. "Sorry for making it seem that I'm mad though, I had bad dreams lately-"

Seungmin's head perked up at the mention of bad dreams before gasping, "What?! Tell. me. everything."

Changbin nodded solemnly, "Okay, here it goes.."

Changbin explained everything from start to finish on how he would have a "blind date" with a particular man before hitting it off to how they became boyfriends and suddenly.. he was in a different house.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!", that was what Seungmin could only muster but his appalled reaction said it all. 

"Seungmin, language."

"I'm sorry but what?! Did you not sleep well.. Who hurt you?"

"No one! But I haven't really slept well to be honest."

"Because?"

Changbin froze at the question, hesitating whether or not he should tell Seungmin about his budding feelings towards Jisung but as if it was planned, their boss told them to prepare the sounds for a broadcast scheduled for a few minutes.

"I'll tell you later.", he finally responded to the younger before the two were now beginning to work.

With that, let's go on over to the Bbokari Bakery and Jisung. Over the past few months, the quokka has also sported a softer body compared to before, but was more noticeable. It doesn't come as a surprise though, he works at a bakery and had a sweet spot for pastries (especially cheesecake). Good thing Felix doesn't really care about whether some cookies end up missing, he knows it was the owner's best employee who ate it.

Speaking of the devil, Jisung arrived to work and the blonde Australian couldn't help but notice on how Hannie (Lix's nickname to him) had a cuter appearance, not to mention a small mound of fat settling on his belly.

"Hey, Hannie! You're early today.", Felix snorted as he patting the older's shoulder. "Remember, if I catch you hoarding another cheesecake box, I won't hesitate to tell Changbin hyung that you like him.", he threatened playfully while Jisung whined softly.

Felix then laughed at the reaction, playing with his best friend's hair. "Just playing with you, just be more discreet about it.", he teased. 

"Yeah yeah, let's get back to work now, Lix.", Jisung rolled his eyes playfully but his blushed cheeks said something else. 

"Ooh, you're in love!~", Felix said, receiving a slap on the arm from Jisung. "Stop it, I'm not!", the older responded defensively as a cream puff was shoved in Sung's mouth. 

"Nuh uh, don't lie to me! Remember that we don't keep secrets.", the head baker said, placing a hand on Jisung's lips before the older shut up and went back to work.

"Isn't it obvious to you now?", Jisung replied and heard a chuckle from Felix. "It is, just confirming."

"Well, you know my answer to that then.", the other responded and the two went back in preparing the bakery for opening.

And you could see that the two "online friends" were busy with their own jobs, but despite that, they still found time to talk with each other through voice calls and even chats. But one thing that they rarely did was a video call, due to Changbin's shyness of showing his face since the last time but he's planning to look past that.

Maybe today was the day that they could see each other on a screen without any awkward feelings? But it wouldn't still be the same as seeing each other in person, that was the closest option to choose from.

So after the broadcast was done and he was in a break with Seungmin, Changbin took the chance to message Jisung about what bothered him: his shyness.

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== QUOKKA.SUNG (Active Now) ==

( Hey, Sungie! Can I ask you something? )  *SEND*

Seo.Binnie: Hey, Sungie! Can I ask you something?

Sent 12:16 pm

Seen 

Quokka.Sung is typing..

Quokka.Sung: Sure! You chatted right on time, actually. I'm on break.

Seo.Binnie: Well.. How do I say this? Do you want to..

                   video call?

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Jisung just squealed at the message coming from Binnie, his Binnie. A video call? He would drop anything just to see this cutie's face. Okay, Jisung, you need to answer him or else he would think you are turning him down.

( Of course, handsome hyungie. Let me just start the call. )  = SEND =

Sent at 12:18 pm

Seen

Seo.Binnie: Hey, don't call me like that! >//< But go on.

Quokka.Sung: Haha, I'll still call you that, hyung! 

== Quokka.Sung wants you to join in a video call ==

[ACCEPT]   [DECLINE]

[ACCEPT]   [DECLINE]

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The first thing that Jisung could see was Changbin's face before waving shyly towards the camera with blushed cheeks. "Oh my god, hello!", he said in a hushed but squealing voice that made the older laugh. Cute, he thought. 

"Hello, Sungie! It's been a while since we did a video chat.", the black-haired piped up with a small smile before the younger responed with his own sweet smile. "Yeah, you finally got over your shyness, huh? Congratulations!", Jisung clapped his hands as if it was something to celebrate (but it was!).

Changbin could only laugh as a response, shyly hiding his face before looking straight to the camera with an amused look. "Well, you could say that. But thank you! I wish I was like you at first though, not shy and very confident.", he retorted before the baker pouted softly at the older's words which slightly bloomed his heart but Jisung also felt bad.

"Hey, it's not easy though! At least you took a small step and I'm proud of you, that's what matters in life.", the quokka tried his best to reassure any doubt that the dark-haired expressed, and his efforts were recognized based on how Changbin was enthralled by the advice. "Wow.. I didn't know you would be the type giving advice, but thank you.", the other responded as his smile grew wider.

Jisung hummed happily before nodding his head, "Well, I experienced a lot so that's where I learned those pieces of advice.", he replied before asking a question about how was Changbin's day and work.

During the call, the two not only talked about their work but also about their lives in general. Not to mention the amount of baby pictures that Jisung showed to the camera, showing off how cute he was and that he used to live overseas somewhere as a kid. "So you used to live in Malaysia?", the older asked in astonishment.

"Yeah! It's been a while though.. Maybe when I have enough time, I could come back again, that's on my bucket list for sure!", Han smiled brightly before putting the pictures back into a secret little folder. "Hyung, you haven't even showed your baby pictures!", he pointed out before giggling softly, much to Changbin's shyness before he reluctantly gave in and sent an old picture through the chat.

"Well, I sent one through the chat but be warned. I looked like I had a bad hair day in that picture.", the older said before the brunette stifled a laugh and looked at the other boy in his screen as he took a double take, laughing even more as a result. "Whoa! This was you? You look so funny but cute at the same time!", Jisung added before Changbin was really embarrassed but not in a bad way, honestly! He was glad to get it out of his chest, plus he got called cute.

"You think so? Well.. Thank you!", the older said before hearing a ding noise and sighing. "Sorry, Sungie. But I have to get back to work now, see you later!", he winked.

"See you later, cutie.", Jisung said before the call ended. Then, the squirrel boy just squealed so loud that it can be heard from the other side of the kitchen and Felix ran to where the brunette was.

When the blonde boy saw that the older was giddy and squealing all around, his worried were dampened and all that he was feeling was amusement. "Han Jisung! What's happenin- Oh.. Oh~", he smirked before coyly clicking his tongue and looking at how blushy the quokka was. 

"Let me guess.. a cutie named Seo Changbin caught your heart again? What did you do now?", the Australian asked nonchalantly.

"We did a video call!", Han beamed softly.

"Ohh, I see~ You know what? I have something in mind.", Felix smirked even more in an almost evil voice.

"What is it?"

"Get the gifts, and Han, you write some love letters. We're gonna prove your love to this Binnie boy."

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And as soon as you know it, Changbin did recieve gifts. Every single day. But it wasn't only shipped to his house but also to the office. What surprised him though was the love letters, they were really detailed and expressed true love based on the words. Plus, they were signed by the name "J.One".

This continued for a few weeks, let alone a few months, and the gifts would often contain food other than the usual cookies and pastries from a bakery. At least he was spoiled either way and left no crumbs every time that he was sent food, but it all settled in his tummy.

He put on more and more weight, giving way for a more imposing midsection and budding love handles. Not to mention his chest melting into B cup breasts, enough to squeeze it whole with just one hand and even his lower body plumping up.

Surprisingly, Changbin loved it and wouldn't trade it for nothing less. But shock washed through everywhere in his body which turned into amusement nevertheless.

And Jisung would always avoid the topic or really decline that it was his responsibility when it came to the gifts. Weird. 

But it was eventually all forgotten anyway. Plus, the feelings Changbin was having toward Jisung became more prominent and less ambiguous. And he slept better as long as he got a good night text and the weird dreams that the older experienced disappeared like it didn't even happen. 

There was one caveat though: how was he going to confess to this cute baker? A whole slew of methods came to mind, like a simple message through the chat or over the phone but today wasn't the time to think all of that.

Also, remember Seungmin? Well, he also tried his luck on this "online dating" thing and he took the day off because he's on a date! Guess who it was? Felix, the owner of Bbokari Bakery, how cute.

Okay, enough of them. You see that Changbin was left alone to engineer the audio as well as manage the mics being placed in the reporters' suits, it was a hell of a ride for the journalist assistant. But you see, he has been doing some interesting work lately!

He also tried his hands on reports! Oh yes, after months of hard work, he was promoted to be a news writer. That journalism degree wasn't that bad after all!

"I have to tell Jisung about this, he is going to be happy!", he giggled like a kid finally getting a lot of candy after a successful Halloween party and opened the app without hesitation, finding Jisung's profile.

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== QUOKKA.SUNG (Active 2 minutes ago) ==

Seo.Binnie: Sungie, I have very good news!

Quokka.Sung: What is it?

Seo.Binnie: I got promoted, I'm a news writer now. The position I wanted for in the first place!

Quokka.Sung: Oh. My. GOD!! I'm so proud of you, hyung. You deserved it so much!

Seo.Binnie: I know! And thank you for.. basically everything. Your advice is the best, and I wouldn't even know how my life is happier if I didn't meet you on this dating app. 

Quokka.Sung: Whoa, getting sentimental now, huh? What's up, hyung? 

Seo.Binnie: Nothing, shush! It's rare that I write these kinds of long messages, dumbass. 

Quokka.Sung: Yeah yeah, I find it cute though. But I also have some news.

-- 

"I hope it is good news, but why so out of the blue?", Changbin raised an eyebrow, but he found Jisung's spontaniety suitable to his personality anyway. Then, a chat bubble appeared with three dots, signifying that the younger was already typing on what his good news was about.

Then, it suddenly hit him.

--

Quokka.Sung: I like you. More than a friend.

Changbin swore that his heart stopped for a full second after reading that message. Did Jisung just confess to him? "Is this.. a dream?", he said, blinking his eyes many times before looking at the message. It was clear. 

Will he respond back? Yes or no? What if this was a prank? The black-haired just stared at the screen and contemplated on what to do.

"You know what? Fuck it.", he muttered, typing out a reply.

--

Seo.Binnie: I like you too. I had feelings for you since a few weeks ago but I didn't know how to say it to you. 

Jisung was ECSTATIC. His crush returned his feelings! Good thing he was on his day off or he would be met by nudging shoulder thanks to Felix. 

Quokka.Sung: So, do you want to be.. my boyfriend?

                      Of course you don't have to say yes right away! We can take it slow as always. I know it can be a lot to process.

Seo.Binnie: Nope, it's fine! My feelings were just hidden from you, of course I want to be your boyfriend!

Quokka.Sung: Well, now I can call you mine then. 😉

Seo.Binnie: So flirty on the first day, huh? Cute, drop the act. I know you're blushing, Jisung. 

Quokka.Sung: Okay okay, fine! I was supposed to ask you out too.

Seo.Binnie: On a date? Sure! We can plan it right now.

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And that's where we now go back to the present! The new couple decided in having their first date in the bar, mostly due to Jisung wanting to get wasted but Changbin was surprisingly down for it. Plus, they were in for a night only with themselves, right?

Changbin was a bit nervous, fiddling with his fitted polo shirt while the pants were trying to hold on as the button was on the brink of popping, a result of his greedy escapades which became compounded with stress from not only working as an journalist assistant but also from the possibility of his date slash virtual boyfriend flipping out on how his profile was.. different from reality.

"I'm sure Jisung would understand this, right? I'll just say I did a little bit of stress eating.", the news writer talked to himself, clutching the bottom of his slightly hanging belly which was outline in the said polo shirt.

But little did he know that Jisung was facing the same predicament, he wasn't really alone. His pants were causing the problem this time, fearing that a seam would give out thanks to the quokka's thick thighs. "Agh, why don't these fit me?", he whined, giving the pants one final push before they finally gave way.

Then, the two were set to go on their first date. But this isn't any ordinary date, it's the first time they will see each other outside of the dating app and video calls.

Jisung sent a message that he was on his way to the bar, before Changbin replied that he too was going to the meetup place. But it was Changbin who arrived first because his home was closer to the bar anyway, so it wasn't much time for the older.

Then, the black-haired saw this cute boy with very squishable cheeks and the shinest smile. But his eyes were particularly gazing on the other's midsection that jiggled with almost every step and the thick thighs below.

But Changbin's imagination stopped on its tracks because he heard a voice, "Are you.. Changbin?", he mumbled with slightly blushed cheeks.

"Yeah, that's me. Who- Jisung?!", the news writer gasped before looking at his boyfriend up and down. "It's your Sungie!", he grinned before chuckling softly before commenting that he looks cuter than suggested in the dating app picture.

Changbin just laughed and kissed Jisung in the lips, before doing it over and over again in an excited manner. "Well, I could say the same to you, baby. How has it been? A year since we first met online, and we're going to do something special.", he added before pulling the quokka into a tender hug.

"Exhausting lately, the bakery has been busier all day. But at least I have you to talk to and now, we finally saw each other.", Jisung smiled before playing with his lover's hair. "Now, let's get inside. I know you're really hungry.", he teased, patting the older's belly before the two went inside the bar together.

And their date started really well. The two lovers ended up ordering a lot of food, and I mean, A LOT. That could explain the growing appetite and waistlines but neither one of them seemed to bat an eye, plus Changbin loved big boys from the start (wasn't specific but it still holds some truth!)

Then, they talked about the current status of their jobs with the older expressing his intentions to work from home because not only how tiring it was to walk lately but he thought it was easier to write news in the comfort of his home. 

The topics they talked about varied, from about their past and how Jisung was one of the "bad boys" in college to their friends, Seungmin and Felix dating each other.

"I wouldn't imagine you as a jock to be honest, but maybe I could see it!", Changbin laughed before being shown some college pics from the baker. "Ohhhh. Okay okay, now I can see it clearly.", he added before they both laughed.

It was a good time nonetheless, and as they were munching on their food, Jisung had a brilliant idea. "Hyung, wanna get wastedd?~", he smirked softly before it was reluctantly turned down, but the younger insisted. "Come on, just some shots wouldn't hurt!"

"Fine, but after we finish the food.", Changbin replied and Jisung cheered in response.

After a few minutes, the food was completely gone with the two feeding each other and no crumbs were left to be seen as it was evident that the couple was really hungry and now they were really full. Jisung decided to order a bottle of soju before he excused himself to the bathroom and Changbin gave him the go-ahead.

Suddenly, the older was offered a drink and he presumed to be the soju that the younger ordered but it was a single shot just for him. He said thanks to the waiter before looking at the shot in front of him, but his gut has a bad feeling. But Jisung still isn't around.

Should he drink it?

#j fics #weight gain #chubby skz #chubby kpop #skz #binsung

[sluttywoozi]

Undone | kmg x fem!chubby!reader

Mingyu's the CEO of his company, he can't be late. But, then again, maybe he can when his goddess of a girlfriend is tempting him like this.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: 2.3k | Genre: smut

Warnings: ceo!mingyu, masturbation, clit stim, oral f.rec., multiple orgasms, big dick!mingyu, shower sex, light choking, unprotected sex, creampie, mingyu is sooooo in love w u, cum eating, little sir kink at the end

Reader Notes: chubby, has breasts and a vagina, live in gf

Mingyu watches as you wake slowly, your eyes blinking open to find dust floating through sunbeams and him half naked in front of you. He’s in the process of buttoning up his slacks, his biceps flexing with the movement and drawing your eye before your gaze inevitably lands on his toned chest and abdomen. You’re so busy staring that you don’t even notice he is too, his eyes caught on the way the sheets drape over your lush, naked body.

The white of the fabric makes your skin glow, and it’s thin enough he can trace every roll and curve and hill, the thickness, the sturdiness of you intoxicating to him as always. He doesn’t need to be gentle with you, but he usually is anyway, doesn’t like touching you with anything but love and tenderness (unless, of course, you ask for something different, or draw it out of him on your own).

His devotion to you is staggering at times, sheer adoration making his heart swell in his rib cage when he so much as thinks of you. And when he’s near you? All of his thoughts are consumed with how you’re feeling: if you’re happy, if you’re in need or want, if you’re in love. He does his best to make sure you’re happy at all times, that you don’t need or want for anything, and with just one look into your eyes, he knows that you’re just as gone for him as he is for you.

It’s the most secure and fulfilled he’s ever felt in a relationship, and everything is made better by the fact that you’re a fucking goddess.

A goddess who’s only just noticed his staring.

You smile up at him shyly, clutching the sheets to your full breasts with one hand and reaching the other out to him. He takes it, pulls it to his lips to press an affectionate kiss on the back before giving it a squeeze and releasing it before you can pull him into your orbit. He needs to finish getting ready for work, he may be the CEO but that doesn’t mean he can be late (technically, it does, but Mingyu knows that if he lets himself get caught up in you, he won’t go to work at all).

He grabs his undershirt from the end of the bed and leans down to give you a soft, slow kiss as he pulls it on, his fingers going clumsy when you nip his bottom lip.

Work, work, work, he chants in his head, nearly cursing when he feels your tongue swipe over the stinging spot. He does swear as he pulls away, his pout mirroring yours and his feet carrying him toward the en suite so he doesn’t climb right back into bed with you.

He moves through the rest of his routine quickly, humming to himself and trying to fix his messy, cropped hair with some pomade and prayer. He let it get so long before this last haircut, and the shortness is taking some getting used to. You’ve told him you love it though, so he loves it too.

He’s brushing his teeth when you enter the bathroom, clad in just your panties with your tits on full display. His cock twitches in his slacks and he groans around the toothbrush, his hands going to brace himself on the counter as he hangs his head to escape the sight of you. He waits until he hears the shower start up to spit and rinse, inspecting his teeth in the mirror and doing his absolute best to ignore the sight of your silhouette through the foggy shower door.

He leaves to get a button down and a tie, pausing in the middle of the bedroom to put it on and do a double Windsor, and just as he’s tightening it, he hears a sharp gasp over the patter of the shower water hitting the marble.

His eyes clench shut and he fights the urge to sink to his knees, his restraint nearly spent, as he realizes that you’re fucking touching yourself. You’re touching yourself, and he has to go to work, but how can he leave when he knows that you get to feel that perfect cunt and he doesn’t?

So with trembling fingers he undoes the knot, flinging the tie on the bed before ripping his button down and undershirt off. He unbuttons his slacks as he walks, letting them fall and stepping out of them (and just barely tripping on one pant leg). He yanks the shower door open and climbs in still wearing his gray boxer briefs, his hard cock pulling the fabric taut as it darkens with precum and drops of water.

You’re leaning against the wall with your head tilted back and your eyes gently shut but they fly open when he enters the shower, your gaze finding his as your expression of pleasure becomes one of shock.

“What, baby? Did you really think I’d go, knowing what you’re doing?” He crowds into you, his throbbing dick pressing against your soft belly, trapping your hand between his body and yours.

“Yes?” You sound unsure, as if you really did expect that.

“Wait, you weren’t trying to get me to stay?” He’s confused, why have you been so fucking alluring if you weren’t trying to seduce him into not going to the office?

“I mean, of course I want you to stay, but I was actually trying to let you go for once,” you shrug, and he can hear it in your voice that it’s the truth.

“Why were you naked when you came into the bathroom, then?”

“Because your natural reaction to me taking my shirt off is pinning me against a wall, I figured not putting on one might be better.”

Hm. Mingyu supposes that’s fair.

“Well, do you want me to go?” He asks almost rhetorically, knowing you’ll say-

“No! Stay, Gyu,” you throw your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss, one he returns without thought. Kissing you, loving you, is as easy as falling asleep in a sunbeam.

Even easier is slipping his hand between your thighs and feeling at the arousal that’s gathered. You’re wet and messy all over, your clit hard and swollen under the pad of his finger as he rubs tight, fast circles, aiming to make you cum before you can even take another breath.

He groans into your mouth, cups one of your breasts with his free hand, and presses harder, swallowing your sounds as you shudder in bliss against him. He breaks away and drops to his knees when your noises start to die down, pulling one thick thigh onto his shoulder and burying his face in the oasis of your pussy.

Your taste coats his tongue, every thought in his head drifting away as he pushes it inside of you, feeling your inner muscles fluttering around it and groaning at the sensation. The vibrations make you whimper and he shoves his nose into your clit, desperate to hear that sound again, to make you make that sound again.

His hands sink into your plush ass and pull you onto him, encouraging you to roll your hips and ride his face, his fingers dimpling your skin and spreading you open so he can get his tongue even deeper. He feels drunk with it, his pulse in his cock as it leaks into his underwear and his heart in his throat as he pushes you higher and higher.

He just wants you to cum, needs to feel it, taste it, own it, needs to know that he’s making you feel good. Tears burn in his eyes when you break, his lungs aching with a lack of air, but he used to be a swimmer, so he can handle a little breath holding and some watery eyes if it means he gets to feel you gush into his mouth.

And you do gush, oh, you get so wet it drips down his chin, so wet it paints his taste buds, so wet it makes his stinging eyes roll back in his head as he feels his cock jerk with a dry orgasm. He can’t stop moaning into you, your pleasure so relentless it’s become his own, heat spooling in his stomach as his balls fill and tighten.

He stands swiftly, his knees only slightly shaky, and shucks his now soaked boxers before taking his dick in his hand and guiding it between your legs. He wants to give you some time to come down so he doesn’t slide in yet, just drags his cockhead through your folds and nudges it against your clit until your hands delve into his hair and pull.

“Mingyu-” He’s inside you before you can begin your threat, sinking home in one easy thrust and groaning loudly into the steamy air as he settles into heaven. That's how you feel, like euphoria embodied, like every wish and every dream encapsulated in one person. His person.

“Fuck, I love you,” he sighs into your mouth, swallowing your words when you repeat them back and thanking you with a deep roll of his hips. His cock is thick, long, and just a little bit curved, just enough that he can tap your g-spot if he angles his hips right, and once he gets one of your legs up around his waist, it’s perfect.

You open up for him even more, your cunt still stretched enough from last night that he glides in and out of you with ease, though your walls hug him like a vise with every hit to your g-spot. One of his hands grips at the fat of your thigh and the other comes up to cup your throat, pressing you into the heated shower wall.

His big hand is gentle on your neck as he squeezes, your pulse thundering under his touch as your eyelashes flutter. He doesn’t hold tight for long, just until he knows you’re dizzy with a lack of air (and with a lot of dick), letting go when he feels your lungs try to expand against his chest.

His hand leaves your neck to palm your breast, his fingers plucking and rolling your nipple as you gasp and whine and arch into him. He fucks you like that, with one hand on your luscious breast and the other on your supple thigh, until the shower is so steamy he can barely breathe, until tears are mixing with the falling water, until you cry out for him.

“Mingyu, I want you to cum in me so bad,” you breathe, clenching him tight with your perfect pussy and pulling his hair, knowing it’ll make him come undone. He has no choice but to obey, his heavy balls drawing up and his cock getting even harder inside you as his mind goes blank and he fills you with hot, white cum.

He doesn’t know how long it goes on or what he says, all he knows is that when it’s over, his throat is hoarse and your skin is hot against his like you’re blushing. Most likely things about how he’ll never want anyone but you, how your body is the only one that will ever take him again, how he’ll get lost in your eden day after day after day, for as long as you’re willing to have him.

So, a marriage proposal, basically.

He doesn’t think you’re opposed, considering the fact that you’re shivering and cumming around his still-hard cock, the undulations of your walls pulling the last bit of ecstasy from him. You keep your arms wrapped around his neck as he melts into you, his whole body curling around yours as he drags his hands away from your breast and thigh to wrap you up in a hug.

Your leg stays locked around him for as long as you can hold it up, and when you get tired and let it fall, he simply gathers you closer to him, holding you up so you can relax your legs and relax into him. He presses his lips along your neck and jaw, making his way to your mouth to capture you in a deep, slow kiss as his softening cock slips out of you.

The shower still hasn’t run cold and Mingyu thanks himself for springing for his own water heater when he remodeled this penthouse. It means there’s enough time for both of you to bathe and make out a little more, and for him to eat his own cum out of your pussy before rinsing you clean with gentle hands.

You’re dozing against him when he shuts the shower off and opens the door, steam escaping and filling the bathroom, making him pout when the mirror fogs up and he can no longer see your nude form in the reflection.

He wraps you up in a towel and attempts to wrap your hair up in your microfiber towel too, though he must be doing it wrong because you wake up enough to do it yourself, pushing his hands away and bending over to twist your hair in the towel. He’s fucking insatiable, apparently, because all he can think about is sliding into you and fucking you again, holding you just like that.

“Don’t you have to get to work?” You ask when he makes no move to dry himself off or leave the bathroom, instead sidling up behind you and grasping your hips.

“I’m the CEO, I can miss one day,” he murmurs as he presses his hand to your back, keeping you bent over.

“Whatever you say, sir.”

Oh fuck, he’s dead.

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a coincidence — rockstar!yeonjun x fem!reader

cw. rockstar!yeonjun x audiencemember!reader, chubby!reader implied, fem!reader, mentions of alcohol, oral (m. receiving), sex (condoms mentioned <3), roleplaying(?), orgasm denial, lmk if there's more. notes. this is part of @napofamoon's growing pain rock band!au collaboration :D thank you @nightlyawnzz for being a beta reader :3 and thank you angie for that one line of dialogue (didn't know if you wanted to like not be tagged lol), not super well edited, smut under cut <3 wc. 2.8K

Who is that? Yeonjun’s seen hundreds—thousands—of pretty girls at his concerts. But no one’s ever truly made an impression. Every once in a while, there’d be one that barely stuck out from the crowd, but nothing ever stuck. After a while, the crowds started getting blurry. Has performing become a bit boring for him? Maybe. There wasn’t a spark anymore. No reason to perform. 

But you…you immediately caught his eye. A bright star in a sea of dull strangers—smiling, drinking, dancing to the music, having a blast. You looked fun, exciting, flirty. And he wanted—needed—to get to know you. But first, he needed to get your attention. 

He’s cool, casual with his bass; he’s a natural. The way he moves with the music, pouty lips singing under his breath along with the frontman, the stage lights sparkling in his eyes—it didn’t take much focus for him to nail every song. 

So he decided to have a bit of fun tonight. Moving a bit more, putting on a bit more of a show than usual, getting closer to the edge of the stage without being too obvious. All to get your attention. So why won’t you look at him? Just a bit closer and maybe…

Bingo. 

You’ve locked eyes and there’s that something he’s been looking for. Something he’s been looking for for a while. That spark. That reason to put on a bit of a show. 

And you could tell. You were just as into it as he was. 

Watching his every move—flirting without crossing a line, giving him seductive looks, dancing in his direction. It was fun. It was thrilling. That unspoken desire between two strangers—and one of them admires the other before they’ve even met? How scandalous, hm? The tension grew and grew until—

“Thank you everyone; good night!”

But…what do you do now? How could he find you later? Oh, why didn’t he slip the security guard his number to give to you? Where are you? No, no, no, don’t leave. 

There was nothing he could do; the lights were dim, the curtain was drawn, the crowd was spilling out the front door. You never left his mind, though. Not when he put his bass in its case, not when he zipped his hoodie up to leave, not when he plopped down on his hotel bed, never. 

Desperately trying to get you off his mind, he heads down to the hotel bar. Oh, how pathetic is this? A world-famous rock star sitting alone at a hotel’s bar sipping a whiskey feeling sorry for himself? Over what? Some girl? 

Please don’t sit there…he begs silently watching a strange figure take the seat in the bar stool next to him. Despite the need for alone time, he couldn’t help but glance over at the sound of your—

“Just a vodka soda, please.” 

Oh, shit. It’s you. What does he do? Why are his hands so sweaty? When did he turn into such a loser? Getting this worked up over a girl. He needs to get your attention again, but he doesn't want to come off too pushy. You’re here alone too and maybe you wanna keep it that way. 

Fuck it. 

He clears his throat, cooly-maybe-not-so-cooly saying, “I saw you in the audience.” Just as you planned. Well, sort of. You didn’t mean to run into him. Glancing across the room at the hotel you were staying in to see that hot bassist sitting alone at the bar was pure luck. 

But you need to keep it cool. Don’t be too…weird. Just a simple glance and gentle nod is enough. 

“Did you enjoy the show?” He asks, knowing your answer. He could see your desire just as much as you could see his, but you weren’t gonna give in just yet. You nod again, adding a quiet hum. “Are you from around here or…?” Should he move a bit closer? Sure. Should he brush your knee with his fingertips? Why not? Oh, they give you goosebumps. You don’t pull away or even flinch. You’re welcoming this. 

“No, I’m here on business. That’s why I’m, you know, at a hotel right now.”

“Right.” He pauses, like he has to think of the next thing to say, “I’m Yeonjun, by the way. But you already knew that.”

“And what makes you think that?”

“No reason,” he snarks. “Just that you bought a ticket to my show.”

“As if,” you roll your eyes. “I was bored and the show was right down the street.” Lie. All of this was lies. Of course you were a fan. Both of you knew that. 

“So you got front-row seats from a scalper then?”

Now it’s time for some fun. Turning toward him, you introduce yourself, face inching closer and closer, his hand sneaking up higher on your thigh, your heartbeat getting faster with each millimeter. You maintain your confidence best you know how, but you must admit, he’s intimidating. Is it that way he unapologetically stares at your body? The way he’s flirting with a fan after a show? The way his lips look like they’d perfectly wrap around your—

“Do you always find fans to flirt with after the show?” 

“No. Never,” he chuckles, shaking his head. “But you’re so…” he tucks some fallen hair behind your ear, eyes roaming your face, “gorgeous. I haven’t stopped thinking about you in the audience. Then boom, here you are at my hotel’s bar. Must be fate.”

“Or a coincidence.” 

Both resorting to a shrug, there’s tension in the air like you’ve never felt. It’s excruciating. He’s leaning closer to you, oh, what was he about to say?

“I saw you watching me,” he whispers right against your ear—close enough to feel his breath. Fuck, he’s good. This is gonna be fun. And you’re gonna be a brat. At least for a little. 

“I was watching all five of you,” you say, adding an annoying eye roll for good measure. 

“Nope,” he says, sitting back and smiling like he knows a secret of yours. Which he may. “Only me.” 

“So what if I was?” You narrow your eyes at him. You weren’t gonna break eye contact now. You can’t. But he doesn’t expect you to keep it. He expects you to cower and blush like everyone always does. But you don’t. And he likes that. “I’m waiting.”

“Makes me wonder what else you wanna watch me do is all.”

“Like what?” 

“I dunno,” he chuckles. “You tell me. You were the one that couldn’t stop staring at me.”

That jerk. That stupid fucking jerk. Looking at him with heavy-lidded eyes, you glance down at his lips—side note: jesus fucking christ they look delicious but that’s beside the point right now—and lean in as close as you can without touching him. Parting his own lips, he tilts his head just barely and closes his eyes. 

“Aw, you’re so cute.” You giggle. “You thought I was gonna kiss you?”

While you’re watching him retreat, defeated at his own game, he runs his fingers through his messy black hair. 

“So you think I’m cute?” 

Let’s give in now. “No.” You stand, taking a deep breath and walk behind him, sliding your hands down his chest, bending to meet his ear to whisper, “I think you’re fucking sexy.” 

Goosebumps—but this time, they’re on him. Has anyone ever done this to him before? Let’s take it one step further. You bite his ear lobe gently and he sighs, your name falling out of his lips breathlessly. 

“Hm?”

“Come upstairs with me,” he whispers. 

Another step further. Sliding your hand up the back of his neck, you grip some of his hair, tugging it harshly, his eyes widening as he hisses. 

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Will you come upstairs with me? Please.”

Turning him around in his barstool, you stand between his legs, his eyes roaming up and down your body. “I thought you’d never ask.” 

It was all a blur as he took you upstairs—heading straight for the elevator, pushing you against the wall to finally crash his lips into yours, hands roaming your body trying to decide what part of it to grab onto. The ding of the elevator snaps you out of it before stumbling down the hallway to his room. 

When he finally gets the door open and the door slams behind you, he’s gentler, like he wants to take his time with you. But you don’t. You drag him toward the bed and push him to the mattress to straddle his hips. Wrapping his hands around your waist, his hands slip under the skirt of your dress to squeeze and squeeze and squeeze. 

Lifting off him, you lift your dress over your head as he eyes your pretty white lace lingerie while he smirks to himself. Fuck, he looks hot when he bites his lip like that. And, god, you need his shirt off. Tugging at it, you rock your hips back and forth to shimmy it off while he stays laying down. Hands on bodies, breath heavy, lips on each other’s…god, this was fun. 

He flips you to your back, pressing his lips to your chest, trailing kisses over your collarbone. Pushing your face to the side to access your neck, he covers it in sloppy, wet kisses. 

Since when was your bra so uncomfortable? And since when was it such a cock blocker? With that out of the way, his lips find your nipples, sucking harshly, but licking them to soothe the stings. Tugging at the waistband of his joggers, you can’t stop begging him to fuck you. 

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he says, mimicking your tone from earlier.

“Please, Yeonjun—” you gasp at the feeling of his finger gliding over your clit slowly—slower than anyone’s ever touched you before. But it’s amazing. “Will you please fuck me?” 

“Not yet,” he whispers. Standing to pull his pants and boxers down in one motion, he looks over your body. Oh, what was he gonna do with you and everything your body has to offer? Put you on your knees so he can cum all over your full tits? Fuck you from behind so he can see your ass jiggle? Fuck you in missionary so he can see your tits and tummy jiggle while he squeezes your thighs? There’s too many options to pick from.

But before he can make the decision, you crawl over to the foot of the bed, making a big show of it before reaching for his hips. Wrapping your hands around his hips to squeeze his ass, you pull him closer, kissing the tip of his cock. You were going to be the death of him. But you haven’t even tasted him yet. Glancing up at him through your eyelashes, you finally sink down on him completely. 

And fuck do you feel good. 

Fingers fumbling through your hair as he tries to steady himself, his head falls back to let out the most beautiful moan you’ve ever heard from a man. He whispers your name. 

“What?” You look at him, your lips forming a pout while you wait for an answer. He responds with a simple eyebrow raise. “You said my name,” you say matter-of-factly. “What is it?”

“Don’t tease me.”

“What are you gonna do about it?” 

Hooking his hands behind your knees, he pulls to flip you on your back while you let out a yelp. He boxes you in with his elbows, dragging his teeth over one of your nipples while you grip his hair, back arching to meet his mouth. He covers you in kisses. You don’t think anyone’s ever kissed you this much. Nothing will ever be enough after this. 

As he makes his way down, your legs fall over his shoulders, showering your thick thighs with kisses. Using his mouth to put the smallest amount of pressure on your clit over your thong, he makes you whine and involuntarily grind against his chin, trying to relieve any tension. But he’s not giving in either. Backing away, he chuckles at you. That jerk. Why does he have to be such a jerk?

“Don’t do that to me,” you say. Eyes dark, he takes the waistband of your thong between his teeth, pulling them down slowly, letting them drag over your skin. Kneeling between your thighs, he keeps that spine-tingling eye contact as he rubs his tip over your center. That sends a jolt through your body, letting your brain finally catch up with your body. 

“Will you wear a condom?”

Nodding, he quickly rustles through his suitcase messily splayed across the floor. Ripping the condom open with his teeth, he starts to roll it down himself, which is a glorious sight. And he can tell the effect it has on you. You smirk, glancing up at his eyes—eyes that are sparkling back at you. 

“Eyes on my cock, baby.”

Fine by you. Sliding it down so slowly, you’re entranced. He knows exactly what he’s doing. 

One hand pressing on your hip, the other lining himself up with your pussy, he pushes himself inside you, your eyes rolling back and he groans in your ear. Short shallow breaths grace your skin as he thrusts fast and hard, just like you wanted. 

Bodies rocking together, he stares at your tits bouncing with his movements. Your nails start dragging down his back, but he quickly pulls out to turn you over, lifting you by your hips to bring you on all fours, your ass on full display. He spanks you, hard enough that your cheek will be pink tomorrow morning. 

Pressing on your lower back to deepen the arch, he thrusts into you again. With your face squished against the mattress, his hands dig into the fat of your hips to hold you in place. The fire in your stomach roars, legs trembling, muscles weak. He yanks you up by your hair—you were hoping he’d do that—to press your back to his chest, letting you feel how heavy he's breathing. 

“Don’t cum yet,” he says.

“Who said I was close?”

That evil laugh makes your eyes roll. “I can feel it.” Well, you can’t really argue with that. He was right. “Don’t.”

“You really like telling me what to do, huh?”

He snakes his hand in front of you to circle your clit, turning your whines to whimpers, desperately fighting the urge to let yourself go. What would happen if you did let yourself cum, though? It might be exciting to find out, hm? But being told what to do and when is just as exciting.

Grabbing his arm, your nails dig into his skin. He releases your hair, pushing you to the mattress roughly, face pressed against the mattress. Fists full of bed sheets, his hands spread across your ass, skin spilling through his fingers. 

It’s getting increasingly difficult to hold it together—the only thing letting you is knowing how good you must be making him feel if he’s making noises like that. 

“Yeonjun,” you gasp, his speed increasing. “Please.” The way he grunts tells you he’s close too, but he doesn’t plan on holding back. Pull my hair again, pull my hair again, pull my hair again, you keep thinking to yourself. And, oh, did you say that out loud? Because he pulls your hair again, finding an even deeper spot inside if you, the feeling spreading to your toes. 

“Please, Yeonjun—” you yelp. “Please let me cum.”

He groans again, your name falling out of his lips before adding, “Cum for me.”

Your loud whimpers are muffled by the pillow you’ve shoved your face into, the fire in your stomach roaring louder and louder until—

Fuck…

God, this is good. Your orgasm explodes inside you, fireworks going off in all directions, filling every nook and cranny of your body. Praising you through your orgasm, he encourages you to cum hard around him, reminding you of how good your pussy feels around his cock. 

Your body relaxes, but his doesn’t. He thrusts deeper inside of you, desperate to reach his own climax.

“Fuck—” he grunts, spanking you again. He loves seeing you jiggle like that. Reaching in front of you, he massages your tits, squeezing to get a firm grip. 

His breath hitches, his thrusts getting sloppy as he twitches inside you, groaning through his climax.

Collapsing on top of you, he catches his breath, chest rushing and falling against your back. Rolling off you to plop onto the mattress, he turns to look at your face while there’s a stillness in the air. 

“...so you’re a fan now?” 

“Haven’t I always been?”

Chuckling, his face turns to the ceiling, running his fingers through his hair, resting his arms above his head. As you make eye contact, both of you burst out laughing—

“I didn’t think you’d like the roleplaying thing as much as you did,” you giggle.

“Well, what can I say? It was hot,” he says. “Great idea, baby.” Tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, he smiles at you, kissing your forehead. “I love bringing you on tour with us.”

“I love it too.”

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