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gothlcsan · 3 months

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Hello there

I read your chubby gf hc for zb1 it was soo cute . I was wondering if you could do the same for txt where the reader is a sub 🤔 🙃 😅.

I feel like we chubby girls get masculinized so much here on tumblr fics . its soo hard to feel pretty and wanting someone to tc of you :(( I msoory idk why I was ranting but yeah

𐙚 anon, my page forever will be chubby reader safe as i’m a chubby girl myself, never be sorry.

꒰ warning! ꒱ pussy eating, strength kink, mentions of breeding, no implications of using condoms, dom!txt, pure smut + fluff, mentions of insecurities, sub!reader, squirting

wc 1960⠀ m. list ⠀⠀⠀⠀ like/reblog/request!

Soobin comes home after work and he’s missed you so badly, making a beeline to your shared bedroom. He engulfs you in a hug the moment he sees you, earning both a giggle and kiss from you, his chin tucked into your shoulder as he watches you do your makeup. Soobin will tell you that you don’t need it, scowling when you bring up your double chin. He couldn’t ever care about that which he makes you well aware of. Soon, he gets tired of you belittling yourself to him, twirling your chair around and pushing it backwards until it hits up against the vanity, knocking a few items off it. You watch in anticipation as he drops to his knees, bottom lip tucked between your teeth in anticipation. His fingers are hiking your skirt up, letting the fabric bunch up at your tummy, pressing your plush thighs together in embarrassment. Feeling too seen. “Don’t hide from me,” Soobin demands, moving you down the slightest before ripping your legs apart far and long enough to stuff his head in between. The way in he laps his tongue in and out of your folds makes your head dizzy, fingers curled around the armrests trying to keep yourself grounded as he abused your clit vigorously. It’s hard to focus with your boyfriend's plump lips working you to an orgasm, his voice deep as he calls you beautiful, all his, dipping his fingers into your arousal whilst you clench around them. Soobin is so focused on making you cum, finally tipping you over the edge, riding his face throughout your high. When he pulls away from your thighs that was pinning him down just moments ago, you go to apologize but his flushed face and pussy drunk expression (god, it shouldn’t be so hot to see his chin drenched) you can’t bring yourself to. He simply loves you so much and it’s so gentle and loving.

Yeonjun loves doggy. Specifically, he loves doggy whilst having you face a mirror, seeing yourself take every inch of him with ease. He wraps your hair around his hand, or secures you by the back of your neck with a hand, strong thrusts that make your eyes roll up with each connection. Yeonjun is equally sweet as he is rough, whispering praises while calling you degrading names, teasing you for clenching around him and getting wetter as your response. Not that you can help it any! Who wouldn’t get wet from their always loving, tooth rotting sweet boyfriend calling them his whore as he fucked into them? Exactly. He wraps an arm around your throat to bring you up closer to his chest, earning a surprised moan from you, sticking two of his long fingers into your mouth. You suck on them earnestly as he brings his free hand down to rub your clit in pace of his dick pushing into you. It’s maddening to say the least, allowing your head to barely move back far enough to rest on his shoulder, clenching around him to stop yourself from cumming. Your efforts aren’t enough unfortunately as Yeonjun removes his fingers from your mouth using your own saliva to torment your nipples. His actions are rough, rolling and tugging the already sensitive buds betweenst his fingers. “Please, please please.” You begged, your eyes barely being able to stay open to watch the scene unfold in front of you from the mirror's reflection, your face red. Yeonjun’s thrusts are deep, growing from calculated to messy as he reaches closer to his orgasm, your thighs equally as red as your face. The orgasm growing in you was coming fast, all but basically begging for him to let you cum, Yeonjun calling you his impatient, dick loving, whore. The edge in his voice makes you groan, eyes shooting open wide as he throws you back against the mattress, your chin digging into the material as he pulls out and slams back into you. Yeongjun was being more than rough now, his thrusts filling out perfectly, crying as he held you messily by the hair. “Fuck!” Yeongjun swears loudly, his last thrust into you being enough for him to cum, your body responding almost immediately with your own, shaking as you let your face fall flat against the bed, panting loudly to catch your breath. Yeongjun shakily pulls out, rolling to his side and wrapping an arm snuggled around your waist. “I love you, beautiful.” He says as he plants kisses against your back, reminding him that you loved him more, Yeongjun turning you over to cover you in kisses demanding he loves you much more.

Taehyun is unable and unwilling to hide his strength kink with you, he loves picking you up and kissing your face as you whine about being “too heavy for him.” He’ll tell you that a real man doesn’t care about size and he loves you infinitely. Taehyun begs for you to ride him, loving the way you put your full weight on him so you can feel every inch of his cock. At first he will have to guide you, coaxing you to stop hovering, grabbing your plush thighs and slamming you down until they meet flush with his. His hands travel up from your thighs past your hips until they cup each breast, the extra fat spilling over his fingers. It’s erotic the way Taehyun is kneading your chest while practically fucking up into you, calling you his, his pretty baby. You forget to be insecure with Taehyun, mind stuck in the fuzziness of your high as he lifts your hips up. Whining at the loss of him, he quickly tells you not to worry, feeling him shuffle around beneath you. Gasping when you feel his hot breath fan over your wet pussy, you shake your head telling him you’ll crush him, earning a growl from him. He doesn’t hesitate to grab your ass, pushing you into place so his tongue laps at your aroused clit, bringing you down to no longer hover over his face. Taehyun’s grip is firm, his moans getting lost in the wet squelches of your arousal, your fingers curled deliberately in his hair. He can’t help but love being drowned and suffocated by your pussy.

Beomgyu is a service top at heart. He loves being able to not only provide for you but ensure that you never feel the need to put in any of the work. You wrap your fingers around his beautiful locks, yanking his head up, his lips disconnecting from your clit with a wet pop! He lets his fingers run up and back down the slit of your pussy feeling how drenched you already became from him barely eating you out, a hot blush covering your skin in warmth. “Too sensitive,” you breathlessly whined, your eyes wet and wide. Beomgyu laughs, sending shivers down the entirety of your body, curling your toes at the noise. “You taste so good,” Beomgyu said before leaning back down down to swipe his tongue alongside your slit, rolling it around your erected bud, giving it a subtle flick. He takes his time with foreplay leaving you at the edge of cumming before slowly sinking into you, your eyes fluttering before rolling back. Catching you into a heated kiss, you cup the side of Beomgyu’s face, groaning softly as he takes your bottom lip in between his teeth. Giving it a small tug before dropping it to continue the kiss, your shaky hand drags down his arm, thighs shaking from his continuous thrusts up into you. Your mind goes blank, the red hot iron feeling in your abdomen unraveling itself as you cum around Beomgyu, your nails dug deep into the soft flesh of his arms. Beomgyu groans loudly in pain and pleasure mixed, filling out the condom as he brings his desperate thrusts to dragged out movements. He’s perfect in the way he can’t help but clean you up with his tongue, restarting the entire process over.

Kai is extremely possessive. If it’s a hand on your lower back, or decorating your skin in beautiful hickies, he's doing so. With this, Kai hates when people flirt with you, he knows you’re insanely attractive but it still irks him when it’s obvious the two of you are together, and someone still tries to make a move on you. You never of course entertain the stranger's request as that’s breaking boundaries within your relationship, but it doesn’t stop Kai from taking you back to the apartment and making sure you’re his. That you feel like his. He’s quick to hike up the material of your dress, you giggling at him for being impatient, Kai grunting in response. The two of you have safe words so you know despite his headspace he’d always respect them, chewing on your bottom lip as his fingers find the band to your thong. “Fuck me.” Kai moans deep in his throat at the sight, a blush decorating your cheeks as you feel a sudden embarrassment settle in. You knew having a big pussy meant the fabric didn’t cover everything making you feel suddenly insecure going to close your thighs together, Kai quickly catching on and securing himself so that you weren’t able to. He looks up at you and his expression is almost enough to make you fall to your knees. No words have to be said to know exactly what he was thinking, he was going to devour you in every sense. His fingers swiftly find refuge past your folds, your head tilted to the side as he rhythmically moves them finding your sweet spot. Kai being a musical prodigy most definitely had its perks, this being one of them, moans dripping from your lips as you begged him to give you more. He’s in no mood to tease and edge you like he usually does, repositioning you so your chest is flush against the bedroom door. Sitting behind you on his knees, he sits up so that his tongue connects deliciously to your folds, using two hands to hold you open as he delved his tongue in. There’s little to no resistance, something that embarrasses you, something that leaves Kai leaking in his jeans. It doesn’t take long for Kai to let his tongue work you whilst using a now free hand to rub your clit in sloppy figure eights, your legs becoming shakier and unstable by the minute. You reach back to grab a fistful of his hair, whining for him to slow down, your body shaking as if it was electrified. However, Kai doesn’t slow down, removing his tongue leaving a kiss against your ass before with no notice, slips two fingers easily into your drenched hole. Working both your pussy and clit, you’re reduced to nothing but moans and lewd noises that fill out the entirety of the small apartment, groaning as your legs repeatedly try to give out from underneath you. A sudden sensation of having to use the bathroom hits you, begging Kai to stop so you can go, trembling like a leaf. He ignores your pleads, not yet using your safe word with him, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. Your vision turns white as a cried out moan rips from your throat, squirting around Kai’s fingers, his fingers rubbing your clit becoming harder to control due to you being soaked. Exhaustion hits you, trembling as Kai stands up to support you with his weight, pressing gentle kisses against your sweaty skin. It’s hard to hear him but you recognize them as praises, allowing yourself to be moved as he carries you to the bed, whining as he continues to play with your beautifully plush body.

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gothlcsan · 4 months

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Drum Line Dream // Song Mingi

dom!Song Mingi x sub!gn!Reader // SMUT

WC// 2.1k

Synopsis// Things went a bit off kilter with your college marching band crush. Turns out, all you needed to fix it in the end was some bad luck and deep fried food.

Warnings// semi-public, grinding/dry humping, pet names (baby)

Author's Note// Written in one sitting and definitely not proofread. Nothing too crazy this time but I HAD to get this very self indulgent idea out of my mind. This one's for you former and current band kids, I get you. ☺︎

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College marching band. One of your worst decisions, yet one of your best. There was no shortage of drama to be had but at least you'd met some of your closest friends.

You played the trombone, it was large and it was loud. Your type of instrument and coincidentally your type of man. Maybe you'd smacked a few too many people in the head with your slide or emptied your spit valve on the shoes of those you disliked. Regardless, you considered it revenge for how the wind instruments would sneak up on you and blow air into their reeds as hard as possible just behind your ear.

As far as instrumental squabbles went, you found the drum line to be the most tolerable. Sure, some of the snares made it a point to play as loudly as they could, but they kept it localized within their section. You had a hard time admitting it, but you may have held a bit of a bias toward them.

That bias was Song Mingi. Song Mingi played the bass drum. The kind that you had to pull over your head, two heavy straps bracing your shoulders on either side. The kind that burned through far too many expensive wool felt mallets. You never were sure how they beat them up so quickly.

You met Mingi your freshman year and got acquainted with him rather quickly, you never had much time to spend with him as your show for the year had you in separate areas for most of it. The same followed your sophomore. Now, you found yourself in your junior year.

Earlier in the year you'd ushered Mingi over and haphazardly told him he was hot, and that if he didn't kiss you, you might cry. There you shared a kiss high up in the bleachers, hiding behind the row of bass drums. Since that moment things had become a bit awkward, you apologized, claiming you'd been overly emotional and didn't want things to get in the way of your friendship. What you didn't know was the conflict that caused Mingi.

Song Mingi was one of your best decisions yet one of your worst, just as joining the band was. Something about him was addicting. Perhaps it was his deep voice, his tall and slender figure, his bright smile that lit up the room no matter where you were.

Away games were always your favorite. You may not be able to perform at halftime as often, but cheering on the football team was enough. Besides, there was something exciting about wandering the stands of school stadiums previously unknown to you. Some schools, like the one you were visiting this night, had fancier concession stands than others.

Halftime finally hit, you stayed in place for a few minutes to take a look at the opposing team's band and judge their uniforms before meandering your way to the least busy concession stand.

You greeted the student manning the stand with a smile and a nod, taking a moment to skim over the dodgy whiteboard that served as a menu. You settled on a thing of fried oreos, 3 pieces to a boat. You handed the worker some amount of cash and told her to keep the change. It was pointless to try and find somewhere to sit so you settled down a matter of feet away, leaning against the brick wall of the buildings.

Before you could even take your first bite, a familiar voice caught your attention. Mingi had approached the booth, somehow evading being noticed by you up until that point.

“Ah, I'm sorry. We just sold the last of the oreos for the moment.” The student sighed and briefly checked her watch. “There'll be more ready in about 10 minutes… but you seem to be part of the band.”

Mingi nodded with understanding. “I'll have to be back in the stands by then. I'll just take a coke. Thank you!”

Now was your chance.

“Psssst, Mingi!” You half yelled, half whispered and motioned eagerly for him to come toward you. Mingi was quick to approach, fumbling with his bottle of soda.

“Yeah? What's up?”

“That was me… sorry. You wanna share?” You held the boat of fried oreos out as an offering.

“No, no! You spent your money on those. You should have them.”

“I insist.” You stared down at his gloved hands for a moment. “Would you… like some help with that?”

You had removed your black wool gloves and bulky gauntlets before heading to find food. A foresight that Mingi apparently lacked. He nodded shyly, almost embarrassed, and thanked you.

“Here, open.” You grabbed one of the oreos, using your other hand to hover underneath it to guard against crumbs. You leaned inward, allowing Mingi to take the cookie into his mouth. “I've already got my gloves off, don't wanna make you mess with yours.”

Those lips. Forever your greatest weakness. All he'd done was take food from your hand and all you could do was try not to stare. The kiss you shared a year before lingered in the back of your mind. Soft. They were so very soft. Pillowy and normally faintly flavored by whatever chapstick he'd managed to dig out of his bookbag. You couldn't forget the feeling and even now you regretted how fleeting the moment was.

“Hey,” Mingi awkwardly shifted his weight to one side. “Can we talk for a minute?”

You felt like your heart fell to your ass, suddenly

worried about the conversation that was yet to come. Was he angry, upset, confused? You didn't know.

Mingi led you to a corner he'd spotted when the band arrived on the field. The bright lights didn't quite reach through to dispel the darkness and the area was sparsely populated compared to the concessions.

“U-uhm…” It was unusual, the way Mingi was so seemingly anxious. Your typical charismatic musician that so confidently backed the drum line had disappeared, replaced by someone far more vulnerable.

“Your face is seriously red. You sick? Need me to tell the director that you need time out?” You cocked your head to the side with concern.

Mingi shook his head frantically and grabbed one of your hands. Forcing himself to hold your eye contact, he finally continued. “Iwannakissyouagain-”

“What…?” Whatever he'd said was spoken too quickly for you to process.

“I… want… to kiss you again.”

That was when you learned it wasn't one sided, the memory haunted him just as well. Though you didn't expect simply sharing your snacks to lead to a confession, you certainly weren't about to complain.

You gripped Mingi’s hand back, urging him to follow you as you hurried to hide under the home team’s bleachers. Not a word exchanged in the meantime. This side of the stadium housed the press box, meaning there was more solidity to the structure and more places to hide beneath.

Pressing your back against the wall, you snaked your hand up to rest on the back of Mingi’s neck.

“I missed you, Song Mingi.”

Any hesitation that plagued his mind was erased in an instant. Mingi's lips collided haphazardly with yours, his hands holding your waist. This, you thought, is what you'd needed for a year's time. This kiss was unlike your first, already starting intense. Mingi had no problem taking charge, chasing your lips whenever you pulled away like a man starved.

“Mmn,” You tapped the nape of his neck. “Need to breathe.”

Mingi was undeterred, fumbling with the zipper on the back of your uniform jacket. You shrugged it off of your shoulders, leaving it to drape off of your elbows and grant Mingi access to your neck.

“Shiiiit,” You whined against him. You had never given the uniform jacket design any thought but presently you couldn't be more relieved that once you put it back on, the mock neck would cover any marks. “Needed this so bad.”

Mingi's ministrations were sloppy, hungry, sucking and nibbling lightly on your sensitive skin. A shiver shot its way up his spine, leading him to let out a quiet moan. That was a sound you decided you could get used to.

“Can't take it, wanna touch you.” Mingi growled, becoming painfully aware of his growing erection. “I'll make it quick. Promise.”

“Mmk, anything, I'm yours.”

You rushed to remove your jacket entirely, discarding it to the side. You'd just have to handle the dust that undoubtedly covered it from the gravel layer. Mingi's jacket was soon to follow.

Your mouth gaped slightly, taking in the shape of Mingi's waist. Bibbers were tight, form fitting but so often hidden beneath your black and red jackets. You never realized just how slim his waist was but, now, you'd never forget it.

“Damn things.” Mingi grumbled, undoing the velcro and pulling down the zipper to his marching pants before assisting you with yours. There was no bothering with removing them entirely. Black tees and black shorts that laid just above the kneecap were standard for underneath the band's uniforms.

Mingi grabbed you firmly and flipped you around so that you had to brace yourself against the brick wall chest first. His strong arms held you tight against him, one around your waist and the other reaching over your chest and keeping you steady.

In this position, you couldn't see Mingi… but you could surely feel him. His breath was ragged against your neck with his hips grinding against your ass.

“Mingi, holy shit-” You didn't need to look to understand the considerable length of his cock. Four layers worth of fabric was too much, but at the same time so perfect.

Mingi’s arm situated on your waist slid downward, a gloved slipping beneath your waist band and swiftly finding your arousal. The sensation of the woolen gloves against your bare skin was almost cruel, too good and complemented by the unexpected skill Mingi possessed with his hands.

Low moans tumbled from deep in Mingi’s throat, sending shockwaves straight to your core. You'd heard him whine and groan plenty of times whenever he screwed up a formation for the nth time and on hot summer days when you were finally allowed a water break and moment in the shade. It was different to hear his familiar sounds in this manner. Despite the similarities, something felt more primal now.

Mingi was losing his control by this point, grating his aching cock hard against your figure and mumbling incoherently.

“I'm gonna cum, baby.” He nuzzled his face into you, resting his chin on the area just next to the back of your neck.

“Me too, keep going, cum for me.” You sacrificed one of your arms to muzzle your desperate moans. To be caught was one of the last things you needed.

Mingi broke first, a deep and drawn out whine tearing from him. He continued to rub himself despairingly into you, riding out his own orgasm while trying to keep up with you.

It didn't take long for you to follow in his wake. The building coil of pleasure building in your stomach finally snapped, drenching Mingi’s hand in your fluids. Your moan caught in your throat leaving you to choke back a cry.

For a moment, everything was quiet but the buzz of the nearby breaker boxes and the sound of your heaving chests.

“Fuck, thank you. Thank you so much.” Mingi praised and guided you both to rest on the cold ground. He grabbed your hand with his clean one and smiled brightly as if he hadn't just rocked your world in the midst of a football game. “Can we never keep ourselves away like we have been again?”

“Of course. You have no clue how long I've been yearning for you.” You cleared your throat. “Well, I suppose you do now.

Only after kissing Mingi’s cheek did you scurry to gather the estranged components of your marching uniform. The game was back on, your bandmates wondering where in the world you could be.

“Mingi.” You whispered with realization, “Your glove.”

“Whatever,” He sighed. “Here's the story, ok?”

Mingi cobbled together some cover up. Some mostly coherent story about how you slipped and fell, dropping your drink leading to him accidentally putting his hand right in the puddle on the concrete. He only hoped they didn't question why your uniform was largely devoid of any liquid.

Reaching the away team's stands, one of the snares crumpled up a nearby napkin and flung it at Mingi’s face with expert aim.

“Dude, where the fuck have you two been?!”

If only he know.

#oh my god ???#i was a choir kid but i felt something here #mingi #let me break off a piece of mingi #GRAY YOU KILL ME ONCE AGAIN #this is torture #FUCK #i might be losing it

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gothlcsan · 4 months

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see i double bias hwarang and hyeongseop but honestly i'm so emotionally attached to all 7 of them like i have their lightstick i have most of their albums i have a shitload of their pcs and i learned viet to interact with the stans on twitter like tempest r very serious to me 🫡🫡

that’s really cool, anon! i’ve just started stanning in 2023 but i’ve grown to really love their music and content. my friend is a gom for them so i can see why you’d be dedicated to get their merch, it’s all very cool!

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gothlcsan · 4 months

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Brand New God // Choi Jongho

sub!Choi Jongho x dom!fem!reader // SMUT

WC// 3.2k

Synopsis// Jongho was the perfect son in the eyes of the church. It was your mission to change that. Opportunity comes once he consumes you with a particularly sinful confession.

Warnings// blasphemy, corruption, angst for a bit, oral (male receiving), no protection (pls use it even for oral), improper use of confessional booths, dacryphilia if you squint

Author's Note// This has been a long time in the making. Hope my other religious trauma mfs enjoy it as much as I do. Title is an iDKHOW reference. ☺︎♡

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Jongho wasn't the preacher's son, but he may as well have been. Never late to mass, always helping the elders, scolding the children, the whole lot of it. Sung in the choir. Formerly an altar boy. The envy of every parent's eye.

He was always excited to see you even if he had to preface his greeting by asking why you missed mass yet again. Despite his general duties and all he was never much of an extrovert. You always felt the air of awkwardness that hung around him when he approached you. If anything gave away that he was happy to see you… it was his glossy eyes and trembling smile that he tried so hard to suppress.

Being the son every parent wanted had its perks but many downfalls in the end. Most of the other people your age had largely abandoned the strictness of their faiths. Many still kept their beliefs but no longer felt such pressure to be perfect. In turn, they tended to find Jongho annoying.

You, however? Something about him was cute. Just how nervous he was to speak to you. The deep blush that he tried to hide whenever he told you that you looked pretty. You told yourself you only really went to church out of obligation, but now you'd begun to think you were there for him more than anything. You knew he was perfect. You knew almost for a fact that he'd never touched anyone else or even himself. You'd love to ruin him but at the same time you'd accepted you'd never get to.

Right?

Something about today was different. Jongho's face was red the second he saw you, red before he'd so much as stood up to greet you.

“Miss! You look pretty as always.” He piped up and almost immediately turned to skitter away. Only stopping once you grabbed the sleeve of his shirt.

“Thank you, Jongho. Always the gentleman. You look quite handsome today yourself.” You smiled and ruffled his hair a bit. “You seem nervous. Are you alright? Are you sick?”

“N-no I’m ok!” Jongho avoided your gaze like his life depended on it. “Lying is a sin, Jongho, lying is a sin.” He whispered under his breath.

“What was that?”

“Ok, look! Can… Can I ask you something?”

“Anything you want, sweetheart.”

Jongho swore he'd just passed on. There was no way. No girl his age had ever called him that before… only the little old ladies.

“You- What- Ok, ok come on just follow me, alright?”

Jongho led you back to the confession booths. They were somewhat secluded, given the nature of their use. Standing with your back pressed against the wall, Jongho couldn't even hold eye contact as he stood sheepishly in front of you.

“I- Last night-” Jongho huffed and hid his face. “Stop looking at me like that!”

“Like what?” You smirked. “I'm not here to judge. It's just kinda cute seeing you so nervous.”

“Cute…? Anyway! Gosh! Last night I…” One glance at the low hem of your shirt had shut him down. “Never mind. It's ok! I don't wanna talk about it anymore.”

“Get in the goddamn booth.”

“W-What? First, don't use the Lord’s name in vain. Second… what?”

“Just pretend I'm the priest, k? You wouldn't lie to me, would you, Jongho?”

“This feels wrong, but… fine.”

Jongho sat in the booth and closed the curtains with trembling hands. He'd sat in this exact spot so many times and confessed to so many little sins. Little white lies, things that weren't even necessarily sins that he simply felt guilt for. This time he couldn't shake the anxiety.

Situated on the other half, you slid the small wooden door to the side to reveal the rectangular screen that kept you both apart.

“Right. Now tell me what's got you so bothered?”

Shame devoured Jongho from head to toe. He couldn't even believe he was sitting here letting you play priest. Why the hell was he doing this? Couldn't he just tell the actual priest when it was time for confession?

“Well, last night I had a dream.”

His voice has gotten low. You could tell he was trying hard not to stutter and could almost picture his eyebrows furrowed as he picked at his nails.

“I had a dream about a girl.”

“Mhm? What's odd about that?”

“She…” Jongho sighed. “She was touching me.”

“Like a hug?” You caught on to the fact it wasn't anything innocent in an instant but took any chance you could to hear Jongho confess. This was a once-in-a-lifetime experience after all.

“N-No. She was on her knees, she was dragging her nails along my thighs.”

“Ah, those thick thighs of yours? I see.”

Jongho chose to ignore that charged comment.

“She leaned down and put her mouth on my- uh- privates. And… why am I telling you this?!”

“Just relax. Let it out.”

“Ok…” The memories from the night before raced through the boy's brain. He felt like he might faint. “She bobbed her head up and down. Told me I looked handsome. Looked up at me with those shining eyes… didn't stop until I… you know.”

Jongho had slumped against the backboard of the booth, evident by the creaking. His hands nervously fidgeted with the hem of his striped wool sweater.

“She was just so beautiful, y/n… she looked like a dream.” A moment’s silence. “I mean I guess she was a dream. I just feel so filthy. I've never had a dream about that. I've never thought about someone like that. I've never even-”

You cut his rambling off. “Kissed someone? Touched yourself?”

“Both of those…” he murmured. “The worst thing about the dream is that we weren't married.”

“Jongho?”

“Yeah?”

“Was this girl me?”

“Yeah…” Jongho’s head hit the wall with a light thud.

The next thing he heard was shuffling, the cracks of old wood, and the curtain being shoved to the side.

“W-wait! I'm sorry… just… don't go.” He shot to sit straight up. “Forget what I said. Please, you're my only real friend.”

You swore you heard his voice crack at the end.

“The others our age aren't kind to me. I pretend it doesn't bother me and remember the Lord has a plan for me, but… you can only take so long of being surrounded by old people and little kids before you start to wonder what's wrong with you.”

He was undoubtedly crying now.

“You're probably already gone. Great job, Jongho, you ruined the only thing you had. Loser.”

Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach. Unbelievable. He was what the kids wanted to grow up to be like, yet he had such a low opinion of himself?

He about jumped out of his skin once you pulled his curtain away just enough to look in at him. Though it hurt to see him like this, he did look gorgeous. His full cheeks were a rosy pink, his lashes clumped together by the big wet tears that rolled down his face. You hated how it turned you on. Just a bit.

“Y-you didn't leave?”

“Oh, Jongho…” You pouted and extended your hand out to him. “No, I wouldn't leave without a word. I wouldn't leave, period.”

When he took your hand into his you could tell his body was shaking. Though he moved to stand up, it didn't last long before he was dropped on his knees, hand still on yours. You found yourself following shortly behind.

Jongho was properly sobbing in every regard, chest heaving, his mouth babbling nonsense to beg you for forgiveness. You shook away his hand and knelt to one knee. Placing a hand upon his shoulder was the only act it took for his arms to reach around your waist and pull himself against you, his face buried in your neck, his hands gripping the fabric of your shirt like you were going to disappear.

“Jongho…”, You rubbed circles on his back. “Come on. Look at me.”

Jongho obliged with hesitation, still avoiding looking into your eyes. You, of course, followed his eyes.

“I'm no prude. You can't get rid of me that easily. I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart. I didn't know you felt so alone, but, honestly… words aren't enough right now.”

You leaned in and placed a kiss on Jongho’s cheek. It was salty, but his skin was smooth against your lips. He flinched in shock but once you pulled away, he found himself wanting more.

His voice was barely above a whisper. “Wait. Can you do that again? Please… this time on my-”

You didn't let him finish his sentence before swooping back in and taking his lips into your own. He gasped so sweetly into your mouth, he tasted like honey and hints of sweetened coffee. Undoubtedly his breakfast.

“Follow my lead, okay?” Jongho was quick to agree.

Based on watching him suck on his bottom lip when he was nervous, you'd figured they'd be soft. They were pillowy, warm, and tasted like vanilla chapstick. His large hand had a death grip on your wrist and you could tell he was riddled with anxiety.

“Jongho, fuck. You taste so good.” You sighed deeply back into the kiss. Jongho's returned advances were shy but undoubtedly needy. The kiss was broken only long enough for you to take his ear lobe gently in your mouth, exercising care not to catch on his studded earring.

Jongho flinched and whined before melting into your touch once more. His mind felt hazy, sluggish, but oh so happy. He’d never dreamed of feeling this way. He didn’t expect to feel any kind of sexual gratification until he was married… whenever that may have been. The guilt he felt for letting you go at his neck in the middle of his lifelong church was immense, but part of him found it unbelievably hot.

“Mmh, please,” Jongho’s hand rested on the back of your head. “Don’t stop.”

“You can touch me, honey.” You smirked and shimmied your jacket off your shoulders. “Wherever you want. I’m yours to explore.”

Jongho was nothing short of eager, with his hands starting to roam the shape of your body. Every stripe you licked down his neck and every sloppy kiss brought forth unholy noises from his throat. His warmly tinted skin blossomed in shades of purple and blue with your manipulation. You’d just have to give him some of your concealer.

“Jongho?”

“Yes, dear? His head slumped forward with a pant.

“Your dream. Wanna make that a reality?”

“What? Isn’t that a-”

“Sin? Mhm. If you don’t sin a bit then Jesus died for nothing.” You giggled. “Besides, it can’t get much worse than what we’re doing already.”

Jongho thought for only a moment before whining and nodding eagerly.

You removed yourself from Jongho and leapt to your feet. “Ok, well we shouldn’t do that right here on the floor. Come on, get back in the booth.”

Jongho leaned back against the wooden wall with his hands bracing himself on the railing.

“Gonna unbutton those pants, alright?” As usual, Jongho was outfitted in slim-fitting black dress pants and a white button-up, complete with a black tie. He truly did look stunning even if you’d never be able to get him to accept it.

Jongho inhaled deeply, watching your every move as you dropped to your knees and fumbled with the clasp of his belt. Undoing it, you waited a moment to fully pull his pants down.

“You’re hard, Jongie~.” You cooed and rubbed the back of his thigh. “Have you ever been hard before?”

“Not outside the ones you get through puberty… or when you're scared for a presentation… well, not until that dream.” One hand brushed your hair out of your face.

“Oh? Sweet boy. I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

Soon enough, Jongho had shrugged his neatly ironed slacks to the floor. Your intuition told you he’d be big… But fuck. He really was. His boxers weren’t tight-fitting in any regard, but the tent formed in them was considerable.

“Oh hell, Jongho! Seriously?! This is what you’ve been keeping from the world all this time.” You groaned and fidgeted with the rim of one of the legs of his boxers. You glanced up long enough to catch his deep brown eyes staring down intently. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you a bit antsy to be under his gaze like this.

“I got you, ok?” Jongho hummed nervously at your words.

Your hand moved across the form of his dick just enough to give him an idea of what to expect from this. The way he jolted was enough to let you know he enjoyed it. You rubbed your hand over him with a flat palm and relished in the girth you could already tell he possessed underneath the fabric.

“You’re so fucking big, damn, did you even realize that?” Jongho shook his head feverishly.

“N-no… am I really?” Jongho felt his heart skip a beat, his hand hovering over you.

You could feel his presence over you and grabbed his hand, moved it to your hair, and gave it a reassuring pat. His fingers scratched at your scalp as if on instinct, soothing himself to the feeling. Every movement of your palm sent electric shocks up his spine.

Deciding it was due time for more, you inquired as to whether you could remove his boxers… met with an overwhelming agreeance. His cock sprung from under the confines of his underwear, causing him to wince at the newly cold air. His length was nothing to laugh at, you’d be a fool not to note the considerable circumference and upward curve as well. He was unshaven as you expected with curly black-brown hair over the expanse of his balls and above the base of his dick. He had a rather prominent happy trail which, fittingly, made you incredibly happy. He was circumcised with the skin around the head a shade lighter than the rest. The tip glistened with pre-cum in the dim light. Jongho squirmed under your watch.

“I-is something wrong? Do you not want to anymore…?”

“I… I’m kind of in shock honestly. Your dick is almost as pretty as you… almost.”

Jongho whined and gripped your hair lightly in response. Your free hand caressed the expanse of his firm thighs, the other encasing the head of his dick.

“A-ah, careful!” Jongho resisted the need to buck his hips against your touch. “I-I’m sensitive. Really.”

You hummed in acknowledgment, gathered a considerable amount of drool in the space of your cheeks, and let it run down onto him. The warm sensation melted the boy’s mind. You gave him a few languid strokes to spread the makeshift lube along the length of his shaft. Using three fingers, you rubbed a deliberate line up the prominent vein situated on the underside of his cock. Jongho’s labored breathing filled the confined space with need.

“Such a pretty thing, you are.” You purred and left a quick peck just below Jongho’s navel. “Such a needy boy.” Your movements matched up with your strokes and fondles.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Don’t worry about replying, babe. Just listen to me.”

Jongho stroked your cheek with trembling hands. “You’re so beautiful.” His words almost carried a pout and made your heart melt. They felt sincere. Like you could trust them. He meant it outside the heat of the moment.

You met Jongho’s gaze tenderly. “So, you meant it all those times, didn’t you? All the times you greeted me before mass?”

Jongho’s voice was velvety smooth in his response. “Of course I did. Even besides lying being a sin… I’ve always thought so from the first time I saw you. Always…”

“Oh, Jongho… Jongho by the time I’m done with you, you’re only going to want to worship to me.”

Feeling you’d worked him up enough by now, you took his cock into your mouth, giving him time to adjust to the new feeling. You hollowed your cheeks and sunk your head further down around him, embracing the struggle once his length hit the back of your throat. Your gag panicked Jongho, urging him to nervously make sure you’re okay. You lent him a reassuring rub to his thigh, taking his cock back into your mouth with a hum.

Jongho’s grip on your hair tightened in congruence with his loudening moans. He felt as if he might die. He felt he might’ve already died because could heaven be any better than his current situation? He wasn’t so sure anymore.

“Feels so good, y/n, so good.” Jongho’s voice broke toward the end of his statement. You took into consideration how he wasn't used to this, planning every ministration carefully to ensure he enjoyed each moment that he lasted.

Introducing a hand to the mix, you wrapped your hand firmly around the base of his cock. This gave you a bit of stability in leverage so that you could swirl your tongue all over. Around the tip, tease the slit of his head, gently over the thin band of skin below it. You pulled back from his cock with a pop to catch your breath.

“Doing ok, Jongho?” You sighed and rested your cheek against his thigh for a moment.

His head was thrown back to rest against the wood of the booth, forehead damp with sweat. He granted you a thumbs up which you found incredibly in character.

“Cum whenever you're ready, alright? Just let me know.” You lowered yourself down a bit further in order to take one of his balls into your mouth. With one hand twisting and tugging at his cock, you knew he wouldn't take much longer to bust. It seemed you were right, whimpers filling the space around the two of you.

“Close-” Jongho groaned and desperately reached for your hand that was grasping at his toned thighs. You accept his advance, intertwining your fingers with his and squeezing reassuringly. His nails digging into the skin of your hand and his breath fully catching in his throat was the last sign you needed.

Swiftly, your mouth sank back around Jongho just in time for his climax. White hot cum coated the inside of your mouth, plenty of it, that had undoubtedly been waiting since his dream. You wondered briefly how uncomfortable it was for his balls to have been so full. Once Jongho came back down to reality enough, the gravity of what you'd done set in on him.

“You… you swallowed it?!” He gasped, shocked that was even a possibility.

“Mm,” You popped off of his length and shook your head. Opening your mouth wide so he could see his load pooling on your tongue, you made a show of swallowing every last drop. “Now I did.”

After a moment of silence Jongho cocked his head to the side. “Does it, uh, taste good?”

“Only because it's yours.”

Helping Jongho clean up with tissues you kept in your purse, you let him buckle his belt and help you to your feet.

“Don't you want anything in return?”

“Only for you to be mine and only mine.”

“O-Oh, I can do that. But what about your…?”

“Let's wait ‘til mass actually ends. They're gonna wonder where we've been. Come on, Jjongie.”

Anticipation shivered up his spine, taking your hand into his own to lead you to the doorway that opened to the main hall of the church.

Jongho took the initiative to kiss you tenderly. “I'll make up some excuse on the spot.”

“Deal.”

#cole reblog 𖧧🌷₊˚#I AM WHIMPERING #religious trauma goes brrrr #jongho smut #ateez smut #the wetness between my legs .. will it turn to wine?#JONGHO IS SO HOT #underrated #this changed my brain chemistry #begs for more #choi jongho smut #FUCKING HELL GRAY

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gothlcsan · 4 months

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puppy gyu is so cute ;-; i need more ;(

i love writing puppy!gyu , more to come >>soon<< ! ♡

#gothlcsan #cole answers 🩷#puppy beomgyu

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gothlcsan · 4 months

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hi I keep noticing this

https://www.tumblr.com/gothlcsan/738761355209867264/omg-heyy-do-you-think-beomgyu-is-a-switch-dom?source=share

it’s beomie right cuz bomi is another name in Korean and it’s for a girl and it means something diff entirely. there’s another variation of that name called bomin.

I’m just passionate about names and linguistics in general . I wanted to ask why you do it

anon i’m glad you had the time to spare to ask, would you also like me to ask the million other people on various social media platforms why they also use “bomi” in reference to beomgyu? you want an answer? it’s cute.

unsure if you came here upset with me using “bomi” but if that’s the case, i just ask you ignore my page all together. that’s the best answer i can give you.

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gothlcsan · 4 months

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Omg heyy

Do you think beomgyu is a switch , dom or a sub . I really think he's a switch with kinda dom lean but wbu

Ppl say he's a sub but I'm not too sure . I feel he's kinda a surprise imo

P.s Can I use an emoji ill be here frequently.

This one - 🦋

thank you for the question, 🦋 !

i agree that he could definitely be a switch but i’m so team sub!gyu. when beomgyu doms, i imagine he’s a service top/dom, he just wants to please you. he doesn’t care how he has to he just wants to so badly. he’s so cute,, is it too obvious that i love bomi ??

so i agree, switch beomgyu for the win !

#gothlcsan #coles cutie 🦋#smut #kpop smut #cole rambles（ゝ。∂)#hard txt thoughts #txt smut #txt imagines #switch beomgyu

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gothlcsan · 4 months

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teasing your streamer boyfriend, beomgyu on stream

a drabble 𝜗𝜚 smut 𝜗𝜚 wc 784 𝜗𝜚 non idol puppy ! gyu

a/n he’s legitimately so adorable, i adore him so much. he’d make the cutest gamer boyfriend to ever exist, truly. Not proofread but wanted this thought out of my head.. 🐶🩷

please reblog + send requests for more ! x ♡

Beomgyu had already been streaming for several hours prior to you getting off work. Deciding to click open his stream while riding the bus home you smile as he excitedly jumps around after receiving a watermelon on the new game he’s been streaming. Something about seeing your boyfriend so excited over his game, baggy clothes, and bare face in full view made you want to climb onto his lap and kiss him until your heart popped. You know his body like the back of your hand, how his back arches and his chest bumps into yours when you grind against his lap or how his moans get higher from you pulling his ear between your teeth. No one knows he grew out his hair not because he liked you putting bows in it for streams, but the painful pleasure of you curling your fingers around the soft locks and yanking him around. Holding him down by the hair as you ride his cock milking him for all he’s worth. His eyes welling up with tears because he wants to cum but you’re so tight, so warm, he doesn’t want to stop not even when you tell him to cum for you.

You look so pretty today, bomi.

Beomgyu glances at the chat, seeing the chat go crazy, flooding his screen.

“Why is everyone talking- oh,” you smile as Beomgyu blushes pink. “Hi, baby.”

You ponder on if you should leave it at that and privately text him but something about teasing him in front of his chat made you shiver with purpose.

No bow today?

“No, you weren’t home to help me. Are you on your way home?” Beomgyu laughed, shaking his head.

Why? Miss me that badly?

The chat teases Beomgyu calling him a clingy puppy as he tries to deny it, covering his face in embarrassment, pulling his legs to his chest. You smirk, taking a break from the stream long enough to climb off the bus and start making your way down the street to your apartment complex. Beomgyu was still trying to deny the fact he was clingy, apparently he didn’t mind the puppy part you thought to yourself.

Bomi, don’t lie to your viewers!

You teased him, not waiting for his reaction as you locked your phone, quietly entering the apartment. Taking your shoes off and placing your bag onto the couch, you shimmy off your coat before silently making your way towards the bedroom. His gaming room was next door so you made it a mission to quietly rummage through the closet until you grabbed a collar. It was a pretty faint pink, adorned with a matching colored bow and silver bell in the front. You held it by the bell to ensure it didn’t give you away, closing both the closet and bedroom door as you stepped back onto the hallway. Knowing he had his headset back on thanks to the stream, you knew his cutely oblivious self wouldn’t realize you were coming in, still choosing to be quiet. Once you’re in view, just on the edge of the video, you place your forefinger to your lips to signal the chat to not let your presence be known. Most listen, others telling Beomgyu there’s a ghost behind him thankfully he’s preoccupied with the game to notice the chat.

Once you’re directly behind Beomgyu in full view for the chat, you lean down and smile, wrapping the collar around Beomgyu’s throat. He jumps. Hard.

“When the fuck did you come in?” He screamed as he ripped off the headset, clenching his chest as he dramatically turned to catch his breath.

You can’t help but laugh at his scared reaction, ruffling his hair once he turns back to face his computer and monitors.

“To be fair, chat did tell you to turn around. I came in a few minutes ago, so not too long.”

Beomgyu uses his feet to roll his chair closer to you, placing his face into your stomach, calling you mean as you rubbed his back, having to hold back your laughter.

“Everyone, I’m going to steal Bomi away now, okay? Need to make sure he’s okay.” You said with a smile, the chat saying bye and giggling knowing exactly what you meant. Ending the stream and turning the camera off, you leaned down to kiss Beomgyu against his lips.

“Let me make it up to you, puppy.”

Beomgyu’s eyes lighting up both from the nickname and idea of “comfort”, he follows close behind as you redirected him to the bedroom, not wasting a moment before he’s riding your lap with his hands shaking against your stomach.

Such a pretty puppy for you to tease.

#gothlcsan #smut #kpop smut #txt smut #sub beomgyu #beomgyu smut #puppy sub #puppy beomgyu #streamer beomgyu #drabble #txt drabbles #txt smau #txt x reader #txt imagines #beomgyu

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gothlcsan · 4 months

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Okay, but the recent video Atz posted on instagram got me thinking…

Imagine Yunho, Seonghwa and Mingi, all of them dolled up in their expensive suits having just come back from an after party, having celebrated some new investments. You, their sweet girlfriend, was not feeling well, so you didn’t attend. But man how you wished you did when you saw them all stumbling through the front door with loosened ties and bunny ears perfectly perched on top of their heads.

They looked absolutely delicious.

It didn’t take long for them to start pampering you, kissing every part of exposed skin they could get to. The smell of alcohol and expensive cologne makes your head spin. All the boys quickly became obsessed with the idea of getting you to cum. A mission to fuck you until you pass out. Breed you like some pack of crazed rabbits. You were naked within seconds but the boys kept on their attire, only pushing their slacks far enough so they could pull their cocks out.

Mingi would be laying spread wide, on the couch with your lips wrapped perfectly around his thick shaft while Seonghwa sucked on your clit and Yunho thrusted his fingers, knuckles deep inside you. Your fingers were tightly wrapped around Mingi’s tie, tugging as you and feeling your tummy tingle and twist. You came three times before the boys were willing to change position. And when they did, your hands were clutching the cushions around your head while Seonghwa had your legs over his shoulders, bottoming you out. The way the bunny ears flopped in front of his face with his long black hair sticking to his forehead made you whimper and the fact Yunho was trying his best to distract you by sucking harshly on your breasts.

Mingi was sitting on one of the love seats watching the whole ordeal with his cock tightly in his grip. Everything was so overwhelming, too the point you were becoming a babbling mess. “Bunny…”

“What was that Baby?” Yunho sat up, glancing quickly at how Seonghwa thrusted slowly into you before looking back at your scrunched-up expression.

“Bunnies.” You repeated, moving your hand up to tug his ears slightly, patting his head. He had to laugh, Seonghwa then joining in with a sinister smirk attached to his growl.

“Yes, baby. We are your bunnies. And guess what...” He leaned down, moving your legs to wrap his waist so he could kiss along the shell of your ear “Bunnies like to breed. So hold on tight.”

And you did just that.

#cole reblog 𖧧🌷₊˚#i’m losing my sanity #yunho pls ;#who needs one bf when i can have three ??#top? no more i’m bottom

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gothlcsan · 4 months

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ilysm for this https://www.tumblr.com/gothlcsan/732464036799758336/high-note-hueningkai-pairing-nonidolkai it's so difficult to find fics where hueningkai isn't written like a clueless, extremely shy and baby please write more hyuka smuts 🥹

thank you, anon!

i’ve been a firm believer that kai is a switch with a more dom lean, i’ve never been super into reading kai fics because they’re majorly the same.. so i’m glad someone enjoyed the change in pace! 🥺🩷

#gothlcsan #smut #kpop smut #cole rambles（ゝ。∂)#cole’s cutie anon #kai txt smut #txt smut

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gothlcsan · 4 months

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i came here from a zb1 post and clicked thru ur blog a lil and happened upon your LEW SMUT i don't think u realize the insanity i feel rn seeing my nugu ass ult group on one of these blogs 🤯

hehe, you can thank @rawhyunz for putting me onto them!

if you’d ever like me to write more tempest fics, don’t hesitate to request! i love writing for others. ♡

it’s canon that these three are my baby girls and i top them

#gothlcsan #cole’s cutie anon #kpop smut #tempest smut

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gothlcsan · 4 months

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BESTIE I AM NOT OKAY

So, uh, this fic is longer than expected, so here's a little snippet. Hopefully, I can get this finished by tomorrow. Hehe. (It's a Seonghwa/San/Hongjoong x reader fic). I'd also like to mention this fic is currently sitting at 4.2k. whoops.

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“Eyes on me sweet thing. I want you to look at me while I ruin you.” Your gaze snapped back to him instantly, biting your lip while your brows knitted together. You felt his cock rubbed against your dripping cunt, making you forget the other two that stood next to the window. “That’s it, Angel. Deep breath.”

You did as you were told, taking in a sharp breath as you felt Hongjoong ease inside you. He wasn’t as long as San but his girth was something else. It felt like he was stretching you to the breaking point, turning your already mush brain into more mush if that was even possible. “Hongjoong!!”

His pace was unforgiving, snapping his hips against you without a second thought. He did not wait for you to get used to him, making his thrust mix with the best kind of pain and pleasure. Your mouth hung open with drool pooling on your right side while you moan uncontrollably. You tried your best to keep your eyes open but the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you was making it hard. You didn’t even notice the bed dipping until you saw a washed-out red hair sitting above you. He leaned down giving you a drawn-out kiss while Hongjoong’s hips snapped against you with fury and determination as he fell forward to case your right nipple in his hot mouth. You felt like you were going to explode within seconds. “You gonna cum for Joong bunny?”

Seonghwa’s voice stirred you forward feeling a sharp burn snap in your gut as his fingers attach to your clit and his lips to your nipple. You’ve never felt so overstimulated in one moment, having three pairs of hands groping, squeezing and teasing any and all parts of your body. Three mouths licking, sucking, and biting you like you were their last meal on earth. You couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop the sudden gush of liquid that slipped out of you. Screaming into San’s mouth, you sounded like a pathetic porn star. “Fuck did you just squirt?” Hongjoong was the first to speak slowing his thrusts for a moment, panting like he just ran a marathon.

“She did, look the bed is covered.” Seonghwa chuckled still lazily teasing your abused bud.

“Such a good girl. Now you gonna take Joongie’s cum hmm?” San didn’t need to see the other two men’s expressions to know their excitement just grew about a million percent. Hongjoong had to snap his cock back inside you just at the thought.

“Really San? You’ll let us cum in your girl?” Hongjoong sounded like he was asking a completely mundane question and not currently balls deep inside of you. San gave you one quick peck on the lips as if he was checking in on you without needing to say anything. He could see the sparkle in your eyes giving him the answer.

“Oh course. Sharing is caring.”

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Anyway its 11pm right now so let's see how much more I can write before passing tf out hehe. <3 remember i also have a tag list y'all can join.

#ateez #ja3hwa #ateez smut #I A M INSANE #cole reblog 𖧧🌷₊˚#foaming at the mouth #my girl boner hard

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gothlcsan · 4 months

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omgg zb1 chubby gf was so good >.< gyubie would loveeee a soft tummy <\3

thank you anonie 🥺🩷 i’m so glad you liked it!

i keep thinking about gyuvin who wants to be a dad so bad after several years together and how lovely he’d treat you throughout the entire pregnancy and how much he’d pamper you and say how cute your postpartum tummy is to him :((

#cole’s cutie anon #i might be losing it #cole rambles（ゝ。∂)#zb1 x chubby reader #SIGHSSSSS #gyuvin smut

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gothlcsan · 4 months

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heyy your page is rly interesting!! can i req how zb1 would handle their chubby gf in bed headcannons pleaseee 🙏

headcannons from a chubby girl to you ♡

18+ • SMUT • no gunwook or yujin • minors dni • drabble 𝜗𝜚

warnings: breeding kink (gyuvin wants to get reader pregnant), zb1 loves tits, ass, and tummies (confirmed), mentions of redwings.. sorry i’m so sleepy tags are impossible right now, forgive me

Gyuvin loves, loves, loves tummies. Especially when his large hands sprawl across yours when he’s fucking into you via missionary. Loves the way your breasts bounce and in turn, expose your rolls and tummy all for him to kiss and hold. He can’t help but caress your tummy when he’s eating you out, kissing it after making you cum on his tongue because GOD HE LOVES TUMMIES, YOUR TUMMY! Has a definite breeding kink and will place his hand against it asking if he can get you pregnant.. And if I say that he prefers chubbier partners because he is so into tummies..

Jiwoong begs you to ride him, reassuring you that you’re not too “fat” or “heavy” for him to handle. He will leave beautifully pressed bruises against your love handles as he guides your pace, his lips shaking as he spews on how good you feel wrapped around his cock. Jiwoong likes to surprise you by lifting his hips, showing you that your weight will never bother him or change the fact he’s going to make you cry and go dumb around his cock, kissing you feverishly in between praises. Prefers when you face him so he can see your boobs bounce in his face because he loves the stretch marks that run around them.

Ricky is quieter about his love of your chubbiness but his actions speak louder. He loves to dress you up in fitting clothing that compliments your breasts, plush thighs, your ass, and god his fixation on how your tummy isn’t flat underneath the pretty black fabric.. insanity. He takes his time undressing you, kissing each inch of your skin, his fingers squeezing your thick thighs. He’s such an ass man. Ricky kissing your back rolls as he fucks you in doggy because the way your ass loudly slaps agaisnt his thighs makes his head spin. He also loves eating you from the back because he’s able to have your ass bounce on his face which makes him nearly cum untouched. You never have to worry about Ricky not showing you how much he loves both you and your body, Ricky making it very evident touching you constantly and calling you “pretty” under his breath as he leaves kisses.

Zhanghao loves having you strip in front of him. He will leave suggestive touches across your skin, you hovering over his lap until he makes you sit on him. He doesn’t waste time, pushing your breasts together in his hands loving the way they spill over his fingers. Calls you beautiful when you wrap them around his cock giving him a boob job. Loves to grab your ass in public, the way his hand can’t even begin to grasp all of it makes him shiver, if he could take you there he would. He’s so reassuring that if you ever questioned your worth, he’d plant kisses all over your body and tell you witty jokes to make you forget that you were ever insecure around him. He’s a happy boyfriend who loves you deeply and of course your boobs.. he can’t get enough of them > <

Matthew refuses to let you be sad when you watch tiktoks of girls having their boyfriends pick them up and positioned around their neck via their legs. He is consistently in the gym and that man is more than happy to ensure you feel like you weigh absolutely nothing. His manhandling kink (and your strength kink) shine through as he uses just the slightest bit of his strength to pin you down and breed you full!!!! He’s also an ass man, loving the way it jiggles and the way his hands aren’t able to hold all of it, kneading it as he makes you sit on his face, bumping your clit against his nose.

Taerae loves pussy so much, needs to have his head between your thighs constantly because “it makes him happy.” He gets annoyed when you hold yourself back in fear that you’ll crush him with your thighs, Taerae growling into your pussy as he holds your plush thighs in place firmly wrapped around his head. He loves when you rub yourself against his face, drenching him in your arousal. So vocal about how much he loves your thighs and pretty pussy. Also a firm believer that Taerae has a mission on receiving his red wings. Doesn’t care that you have a fat pussy, will happily eat you out and help relieve cramps.

Hanbin is the literal greenest flag a person could possibly be. He’s genuinely obsessed with you and making sure you never feel unloved. Has an obsession with stretch marks, trailing them with kisses saying they look so beautiful. Puts you in skirts because he loves having easy access to fuck into you because you’re so pretty and seeing you in binkis make it hard for him to not get hard. :( Constantly praising you during sex, kissing your tummy, leaving kisses down your throat and hidden by your rolls. He genuinely loves you so much and loves your love handles, scolds you when you belittle yourself because that’s HIS girlfriend you’re being mean to. Self indulgent but he is definitely the type to call you a “goddess” while eating you out because he loves the way you taste.

In conclusion, these men know that fuller features come with curves and “imperfections” that cause insecurities and will do their best to ensure you always feel loved both physically and emotionally.

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