#feeder seungcheol

[muffinwoozi]

hello i come to you with a request please 😌 ok so like size contrast seungcheol/woozi with woozi who is short and chubby (and getting chubbier) with his athletic boyfriend seungcheol who loves teasing him about their differences (both in weight and height) thank you!!

unfortunately my internet in my uni accommodation has been really unreliable lately so it's taken longer than expected to start posting all the requests i've been working on - if you've sent me a request, don't worry, i'm not ghosting you! i have most of them written and ready to go, i just have to wait until i can access the library to post them (yes i have to use the university's wifi to post kpop feedism fic. what even is my life atp)

anyway! i hope you enjoy this, it actually turned out a lot kinkier than i originally set out for it to be aksjdjsjs. there's no smut or anything but i did lean pretty heavily into the feeding/teasing aspect 😉

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Size Up

Jihoon used to wear the same thing every day to work. His cushy office job doesn’t require much more than a pair of black slacks and white button-down shirt, so for the last two years, choosing what to wear had been the least of his worries. If anything, Jihoon liked the lack of variation - having to pick out a new set of clothes each morning sounded needlessly stressful, and he’d preferred to not stray from his typical routine, thank you very much. 

There’s only one small problem, though. Since he began working as an accountant, Jihoon’s weight has almost doubled. Having a job that requires him to stay sitting for a majority of the day paired with a boyfriend who loves to spoil him by taking him out for dinner and feeding him every night has proved to be a terrible combination for Jihoon’s waistline, as evidenced by his jump from a solid 144 to a hefty 308 pounds. A consequence of gaining so much weight has resulted in stretch marks and shallow breaths and the occasional snarky remark from his grandmother, but perhaps the worst thing to come from getting bigger, way bigger, has been the fact he’s lost count of how many times he’s had to replace his simple work uniform.

The first replacement came when he had gained 20 pounds after he and his boyfriend had made a habit out of ordering takeout from their favourite Chinese restaurant down the block, and had come the second he felt his pants getting a bit snug.

Nowadays, however, there’s been some developments.                                                             

He adores the way the thin material clings to the soft fat around his waist, loves the feeling of peeling away the constricting cotton from his pale torso, examining the angry pink lines that decorate his skin from the tight squeeze. He gets a thrill deep in his spine, a hot, burning sensation buried deep until the chub of his stomach whenever he watches Seungcheol’s eyes light up as he feeds him more and more so that he grows out of them.

Nowadays, he waits until he can’t possibly go another day in his work clothes without becoming a threat to public decency. This time, it’s no different.

On Friday, he arrives home to the smell of bulgogi and bao buns and glazed donuts, all freshly prepared and ready for him to dig into. Jihoon knows their cupboards are almost as tightly packed as he is; barely struggling to contain all the high-calorie treats for tonight’s endeavours. He licks his lips excitedly as he closes the door behind him.

“Hyungie,” he calls as he toes off his shoes by the door.

Seungcheol emerges from the kitchen a second later, wiping his hands on a chocolate-stained tea towel. His face lights up when he sees Jihoon standing at the door, looks him up and down like a wolf admiring its prey before his eyes fasten on the huge belly that’s straining against his thinning shirt. Seungcheol sweeps his boyfriend into his arms, pressing his own washboard abs into the malleable dome that Jihoon sports. 

“That shirt isn’t lasting any longer, baby,” Seungcheol teases, digging his hands into Jihoon’s hips hungrily. “You must be starving after such a long day, hm? Don’t worry, Jihoonie. We’re popping you out of that thing tonight.”

Jihoon almost moans as Seungcheol trails his fingers along the crest of his belly, knowing exactly where to apply pressure and wear to stroke gently. Where he’s all large and round and soft, Seungcheol is lean and strong and sculpted; the contrast is alluring, sexy, makes Jihoon blush aggressively when he’s reminded of just how much Seungcheol has fattened him up. It’s exhilarating, knowing he’s given his boyfriend such control over him and his body and how Seungcheol never gets tired of pulling the same old tricks on him. After all this time, his low, husky voice and Herculean muscles still manage to work like a charm on Jihoon.

"Look at how big your belly is, baby. So big and soft and round for me. How does this work, hm? You're half my size and, like, triple my weight. How've you managed that, hm?" Seungcheol's voice dips down an octave. "You must have someone really strong and handsome who can handle all of you, am I right?"

Jihoon nods feverishly.

"And I bet you're looking forward to the food I've made you, right? You must've been holding back for hours."

“Barely eaten all day,” Jihoon lies. “I’m so hungry. Need filling, hyungie.” Seungcheol grins and lightly kisses Jihoon’s chubby cheek before he guides him into the kitchen, towering over Jihoon’s shoulders as he plunks him down into his seat.

The first dish is a huge bowl of three-meat bulgogi, much bigger than the portions served at their local bulgogi joint. Seungcheol loads up a forkful and presses it to Jihoon’s lips, his free hand massaging his belly, slowly rubbing up and down as Jihoon lets out a pleasant moan at the first bite.

“Oh my god, hyungie,” Jihoon mumbles through a mouthful of pork and lettuce as more and more forkfuls come his way. Seungcheol is not a slow feeder - instead, he likes to stuff Jihoon without hesitation, push him to his limits until he can’t physically consume any more food. He loves to see the glazing red of Jihoon’s cheeks as he puffs through each bite, the subtle signs of struggle and determination to not only impress him, but prove to himself that he can go above and beyond.

“Used three whole packets of meat just for you, Jihoonie. Only the best for the love of my life.” 

It’s when they’re coming to the end of the first dish that Jihoon’s stomach really starts protesting. It whines and gurgles as it tries to digest the meal suitable for a family of five. It’s itchy as the skin pulls, stretching to accommodate the swell, as Jihoon groans and drums his nails along the top of it, where it shelves his growing moobs. “Don’t think it-it’ll t-take much tonight,” he hiccups through his sentence, slowly soothing his doughy belly. Seungcheol puts down the fork and sinks both hands into Jihoon’s stomach. It’s still squishy, not quite full enough to harden yet, but the cotton shirt is getting tighter and tighter, the buttons straining and revealing strips of Jihoon’s pale skin underneath.

“You’re doing so well, Jihoonie, so well,” Seungcheol coos. “I can’t wait to see you burst out of this thing. I wonder what everyone at work thinks when they see you waddle into the office with your belly threatening to pop out of your shirt. They probably think it’s as hot as I do. But you know what? They don’t get to touch you like I do.” He squeezes Jihoon’s belly and pats it tenderly before handing Jihoon a bowl of bao buns.

“You’re going to eat all of that,” he tells him, slowly rising up from his chair. “You’ve got until I put the finishing touches on these donuts or I won’t give you a belly rub.”

“Whatever you say, hyungie,” Jihoon says submissively as he bites into the first bun. It’s practically bursting with flavour, the crispy duck filling causing him to moan quietly into the pastry. His belly is becoming heavy as he chews, so he strategically places one hand so that it’s resting underneath in, supporting its weight and rubbing his skin as he reaches for the second one. By the third bun, his breath is becoming laboured and his stomach feels constricted but he powers through like the machine he is, running his chubby hand up and down his underlayer of fat. It’s when he finally reaches his second to last bun that he feels his stomach begin to grow firm, finally hardening with all the food he’s managed to pack inside. Seungcheol’s adding toppings to the final row of donuts in the corner of the kitchen, so Jihoon sandwiches the last two buns together and shoves them into his mouth in two bites. He struggles to breathe through the large mouthfuls but with his hands now fully free, he can attend to his swollen belly that’s now pooled into his lap.

As he palms it, he can tell it’s gotten larger, knows he’s getting bloated with each bite he’s taken. His stomach gurgles and he moans, jabbing the heels of his palms into each area of the expanse in efforts to soothe it. The buttons strain as he takes deep, heavy breaths, and he’s counting his lucky stars that they haven’t popped yet. But as Seungcheol places the tray of donuts in front of him, he knows this is what will send his shirt to its grave.

Seungcheol bypasses the chair and instead drops to his knees in front of Jihoon, palming his stomach lovingly. It feels hot and heavy, even through the shirt. “Aw, does it hurt, baby?”

“My pants do,” Jihoon huffs, one hand wedging its way between the tight fabric and the fat that’s accumulated on his lower hips. “But it’s good. The kind of pain that turns me on. God, the stretch marks are going to be so angry tonight.” His heart leaps in his chest at the thought of how he’ll look in front of the mirror tonight.

“Let’s get you out of this shirt,” Seungcheol says eagerly, voice dripping with desire. He grabs the nearest donut off the tray and shoves it into Jihoon’s expecting mouth, and god, it’s to die for. A burning sensation tingles all over Jihoon’s body as he moans, throwing his head back in ecstasy.

“Oh, baby, you really like that,” Seungcheol whispers. It isn’t even a question; he knows Jihoon’s reached a tipping point. Jihoon locks eyes with him as he feeds him more, his stomach groaning and hardening with each bite. They start alternating between bites of donut and fizzing, sugary cola, the bubbles inflating his rock hard stomach and causing Jihoon to burp softly as Seungcheol continues to fondle his belly.

It’s when they’re halfway through the donuts and down an entire litre bottle that it happens.

Jihoon’s back begins to ache and as he chows down on what has to be the eighth or ninth donut. He’s too stuffed to stretch his arms back that far to attempt to soothe it, but luckily, he has a very strong boyfriend who’s more than qualified for the job kneeling right in front of him.

“Hyungie, I need you to help me-”

He’s cut off by a comically loud tear, the sound of the fabric ripping bouncing off their kitchen walls like an echo. All at once, Jihoon feels a cool breeze on his red-hot stomach as it surges forward like a tsunami, the last three buttons of his shirt no longer holding it back.

Seungcheol moans at the sight before him. Jihoon’s stomach is swollen and massive, covering half of his lap like a pet cat. Slightly dazed, Jihoon is groaning and running his hands over it in every direction possible, basking in the reality of just how big he’s gotten, just how much Seungcheol has fattened him up.

“Jihoonie, you look like a dream,” Seungcheol murmurs, gripping Jihoon’s fat into his hands possessively. “God, the things I want to do to you right now. I’ve fattened you up so well, haven’t I? So big for me, baby. You’ve done so well tonight.” Jihoon’s belly brushes against his abs as Seungcheol leans up to kiss him.

He’s definitely going to have to buy another replacement uniform.

[channiebelly]

outie

tropes: belly kink, weight gain, belly button stuff

ship: jeongcheol

wordcount: 1k

Seungcheol wakes up in the morning after a stuffing still feeling very full. Jeonghan had pushed him further than he ever had before, and clearly his body still hasn't had time to digest the massive amount of food he had consumed. He places his hands on his belly and rubs the taut side.

Seungcheol has what Jeonghan lovingly refers to as a beer belly. Almost all of his weight goes towards growing it, and even when empty, it's firm to the touch. It's moveable, and you could press your fingers into it slightly, but it's much like a beach ball. When Seungcheol gets full it goes completely solid, completely immovable with no give to it at all. That's what it's like now.

Seungcheol wants to stay in bed, but he wants a shower even more, so he struggles to pull himself into a sitting position, something that is getting harder and harder these days. He groans and cracks his back, before rocking backwards and then forwards so he can stand up. The weight of his belly throws him off balance slightly, and he stumbles a bit. This happens to Seungcheol a lot. He'd been gaining so quickly, and his centre of gravity had moved so much that he wasn't yet used to the new ways his body worked.

He turns around and looks at Jeonghan, who's still in bed and is still asleep. He must have really knocked himself out after last night. Seungcheol smiles and head off to the bathroom.

Every time Seungcheol is in the bathroom before a shower he takes the chance to examine himself. He loves his new body and will take any chance to admire himself. He rubs his hands over his belly and massages slightly, before he feels something different.

There's a lump right at the centre of his belly, where his belly button is. Seungcheol looks closer and almost gasps. His belly button, which the previous day was a slight indent on his bloated gut, is now sticking out. He brushes his fingers over it again to confirm, and yes, his belly button has become an outie.

He almost freezes thinking about the implications of it. He'd eaten so much last night that there had been no room in his stomach for even his belly button. He's gotten so fat that his belly button, which before all of this was a standard innie belly button, had reversed itself and was now a small nub on his stomach.

Jeonghan is going to love this.

After his shower, Seungcheol returns to the bedroom to get changed. When he gets there, Jeonghan has woken up and is sitting up in bed to watch. Jeonghan's favourite thing is to just watch Seungcheol. He says he likes seeing his belly in motion. Seungcheol tells him to stop, but secretly he likes the attention.

He pulls on a pair of sweatpants and then a white t-shirt that isn't tight on him, but isn't exactly lose on him either. When he looks at himself in the mirror on the closet door, he sees how his shirt highlights the nub of his belly button. The fabric was no longer smooth over his rounded gut, now there was a belly button under there, pushing out the fabric even more. The fact that the shirt was only one colour made it even more obvious.

Everyone who looked at Seungcheol would now be able to see that he had become so fat that he had pushed his belly button out. Seungcheol could feel himself getting turned on just from the thought.

He sits on the bed with Jeonghan, hoping that Jeonghan will notice what's happened and find it just as hot as he does.

"What are we doing today?" Seungcheol asks.

"I dunno," Jeonghan says, clearly not paying attention as his eyes trace Seungcheol's body.

Seungcheol can almost see the exact moment when Jeonghan notices his belly button.

He frowns slightly. "What's this?" he asks. Seungcheol lets him push his t-shirt up so it's sitting on the shelf of his belly. Then Jeonghan stares.

He reaches out to brush his fingers against Seungcheol's belly button. Seungcheol suppresses the urge to shiver.

"This is your belly button," Jeonghan says.

Seungcheol nods.

"You ate so much last night that you pushed your belly button out?"

"Yeah."

Jeonghan's eyes go dark. "Fuck, that's the hottest thing I've ever heard."

Jeonghan directs Seungcheol to lean back against the headboard. Then he leans down to press kisses and lick the sensitive underside of Seungcheol's belly before traveling towards his belly button. Jeonghan licks it gently, and then scrapes his teeth along it and then sucks it slightly.

"Are you giving my belly button a blowjob?" Seungcheol asks.

"No. I'm just giving it the attention it deserves."

"What if you made me breakfast instead?"

"In a moment." Jeonghan goes back to ravishing Seungcheol's belly with his tongue and then his fingers.

When he comes back in with breakfast, they sit in bed to eat it.

"Do you think your belly button will go back to how it was before?" Jeonghan asks.

"I don't know," Seungcheol says. He hopes not.

"I hope not," Jeonghan says. Seungcheol smiles at him. They were thinking the exact same thing.

His belly button doesn't go back in. It remains a permanent fixture on his gut, showing just how big Seungcheol has gotten. He starts wearing tight t-shirts more often so that he can show off his new feature.

Jeonghan is even more obsessed with it than Seungcheol is. He likes to rub his fingers over it and flicks it and pokes it whenever he feels like it. It's quite dangerous, though, as it reminds Seungcheol of what he's done to himself, how much his body has grown, that it always turns him on. Jeonghan starts referring to it as his horny button.

Seungcheol loves gaining. He can't wait to see what his next development will be.

[cheolism]

THE MONSTER IN THE CLOSET

��� — incubus!xu minghao x reader ❀ — summary: there's nothing the demon in your closet loves more than when you fall asleep. inspiration from dpr ian's "don't go insane": that's when the lights turned on and you were just a lie. ✿ — wc is approx. 2.5k ❀ — genre: smut, incubus x reader ✿ — warnings: an incubus is a demon that has sex with someone while they are sleeping. as such, be mindful that this fic has themes of dub-con and somnophilia; it is stated minghao cannot have sex with the reader unless they give consent, though they are still sleeping. possessiveness, jealousy, innocence kink, dark!minghao. fingering, body worship. if you do not like, do not read. ❀ — rating: 18+. minors do not interact. ✿ — note: cameos by seungcheol n ian ^^

he watches as you prepare for bed. you’re so cute about it; you’re wearing those fluffy pajama bottoms that warm your legs and trap heat between your thighs; your sleep shirt hangs loosely from your frame. you adjust your pillows and push back the blankets before climbing in, humming along to the song playing from your phone speakers. 

you straighten out the blankets and pull them back over you, fitting them snugly around your form. no matter -- he can fix that later. for an hour he waits, watching. you watch some video on your phone, giggling softly every few minutes, brushing your hair back away from your face. 

eventually, you set your alarm and push your phone to the corner of the bed. you stretch out, humming. then you pull up the blankets all the way to under your chin, concealing your body from him. again, no matter; that can be fixed. 

it’s one of those nights where you fall asleep quickly. he watches as your breathing evens out, watches as your body fully relaxes back into the sheets. your face smooths out, sinking into a beautiful sort of innocence that makes his heart hammer in his chest. 

you’re completely asleep

minghao moves from the closet, though he doesn’t press open the door and the floor doesn’t protest beneath his weight as he moves to your bed. he’s been in this apartment long enough that it’s accepted him as part of itself. it does not reveal him from behind the closet door, does not squeak beneath his bare feet as he walks. minghao is part of the apartment, now, just as it is him. 

if he has his way -- and he will -- you will follow suit. 

you’re cute, he thinks again. your jaw is slack from sleep, and every few minutes your lashes flutter like butterfly wings. he wonders what you’re dreaming about. 

minghao reaches, and -- there it is, there’s your dream. you’re running through a department store with someone he doesn’t know -- and again he reaches -- ah, a high school classmate you haven’t seen since graduation. minghao watches as you grab a stuffed elephant off of the shelf. it’s a vivid violet. you turn to talk to someone and this time it’s just a face your dreams have conjured up. you look back to your arms, but the stuffed elephant had somehow fallen from your grasp and onto the floor. you reach down and pick it up, squeezing it. 

how cute. 

minghao couldn’t help but chuckle. you were so adorable, so innocent. your daydreams, though out of his realm of control, are ones he often finds himself enamored in. your daydreams are filled with a quaint house with flower boxes underneath its windows, of a lawn with green grass and a bird feeder so you can watch the cardinals and sparrows.

the last one daydreamed about a penthouse apartment and gucci purses. they hadn’t been as simple as you, as innocent. they weren’t as delicious to take. 

minghao kneels onto the bed, the blankets shifting beneath him. you have the weighted blanket you got for christmas thrown over your duvet. his fingers twitch. minghao likes the weighted blanket just as much as he likes those fluffy pajama bottoms, likes how it traps heat, likes how drowsy it makes you, likes how much easier it makes it for him to take control. 

minghao settles on your thighs. he can’t see the shape of you due to the blankets, but it was fine. more often than not you end up stumbling into the bedroom half naked or, delightfully, entirely naked, and he can just get his fill of you then. 

he pushes his hands through the blankets. just as he had presumed, your body is warm. he doesn’t yet push through your pajama bottoms. instead, minghao takes his time. he runs his hands down along your arms, grabs your hands and pushes them up to be level with your shoulders. 

your dream shifts according to his touch. there’s a man, now -- minghao wrinkles his nose in disgust. you never dreamt of him, of course; you couldn’t see him. you never have seen him. you can’t dream of him because you have never seen him. he can influence your dreams, sure; can fuck your cunt and your dreams will follow suit. your dreams will respond to what’s happening to you, but because your eyes are shut and you’ll never ever see him, he’ll just have to deal with the fact that as he smooths his hands down over your arms that you imagine some tall and handsome man with thick dark brows and plump lips. 

he hovers, dropping his face in front of yours. he takes you in. he tries to remember the exact color of your eyes, tries to imagine what they would look like as he bears down on you. 

minghao hums, voice dark and deep. “how’s this feel, angel? hm?”

you sigh in your sleep. your lashes flutter. you turn your face, unknowingly, towards him. 

“this okay?” he trails his fingers down over your stomach. “this all okay, sweetheart?”

you hum, a slight noise. 

minghao huffs. “you have to be clear with me, angel. it’s been months of doing this -- you know what you have to do by now.”

your dream shifts. the man shifts. he’s broad and lean, tanned skin and black hair that hangs around his face. he’s covered in tattoos, from the base of his neck to the tips of his fingers. he’s pushing down against you, large hands running over your body. 

your dream self mirrors your real self. you arch up into minghao’s touch, another sigh leaving your lips. softly, like the kiss of an angel, you breathe out a sweet “yes”. 

his body hums, coming alive. he can feel adrenaline and power sink into him, can feel his cells and blood come alive and throb. you’ve given your consent for the night, given your consent to be his. 

which means he can take. 

minghao lets out a breathy moan, and then he’s tucking his face into your neck. your skin is warm and smells like your body soap. he moves his hands along your body. he brushes past your sleep shirt, feeling your tits. he cups each of them, holding their perfectly heavy weight in his hands. you’re so warm all over, and your tits are no exception; they’re slightly sweaty from the heat trapped by your shirt and blankets. minghao shifts your tits in his hands, fingers brushing against the soft skin of your under boob, relishing in the velvet feel, in the heat. 

some nights when you don’t want to fuck he just does this. just holds your tits, let their weight ground him. just pretends. pretends he wasn’t trapped to this bedroom, pretends your innocent, wide-eyed looks were for him and no one else. 

but you gave your consent, and so -- 

and so his hands eventually smooth down your torso. he lays along your body, just feeling. some nights you get impatient when he does this, when he feels you for ages before fucking you. tonight, however, you sigh and seem to bloom beneath his touch. 

his little flower, minghao thinks. his little precious angel, his sweet little flower. 

minghao moves his hands further and further down your body. your knees shift beneath the blankets, knocking against him. he reaches -- you are faintly aware of there being pressure in your cunt, aware of the want that thrums through your body and seems to electrify your cunt, despite being asleep. 

his hands press against the hem of your pajamas. minghao runs his hands along the furry fabric. in your dream the man is pressing between your legs, hands smoothing over your bare thighs. 

minghao pushes between your thighs. you move just enough for him to fit, but it’s tight. no matter. he likes it when you’re tight. 

he slides one of his hands between your thighs. fuck -- if it was warm beneath your tits it was practically a heavenly blaze here, heat trapped and that electricity in your cunt, that lust, bubbling out and into him. 

you shifted again, thighs squeezing tight around his hand. he can feel it when you clench them, knows you’re clenching your cunt to try and alleviate some of that pure want. 

“poor angel,” minghao murmurs, “filled with so much lust. so sweet and innocent, so fucking needy.”

he sinks his hand forward, and then his fingers are pressing through your pants and underwear and sliding between the lips of your cunt. you were absolutely soaked, drenched in your pussy juices. minghao wonders if you would be humiliated by how wet you are just from him touching you. 

minghao pushes his hand just so, two of his fingertips slipping into your cunt. immediately you’re clenching, hips grinding down and searching for more relief. 

minghao drops his head against your chest, muffling his laughter. no one has ever been as reactive to his touch as you. he loves it. he adores you. 

he moves his free hand to your cunt. he doesn’t move his fingers in your cunt, keeping them just barely in your hole. you’re getting desperate -- he can feel it, can feel the desperation begin to color your soul and your dream. but then he presses his thumb against your clit, against that slick little bundle of nerves, and your mouth is dropping open and a loud moan bubbles out of your throat. 

minghao laughs, not bothering in being quiet. you won’t wake up anyways. you’re so loud and needy despite this all being, to you, a dream, despite him not being something tangible to you. he wonders what you would be like if he could really touch you, wonders if you would scream and cry under his touch as easily as you moan and whimper now. 

for a few minutes he just watches, eyes greedily taking you in. in real life, on your bed, your hips shift minutely, not enough to fuck yourself on his hand but enough for your clit to slide against his finger. in your dream the man is teasing you, fingertips just barely fucking into your cunt, and you’re so desperate. 

it’s so sweet. you’re so sweet. minghao wishes he could just have a bite --

he slides his fingers into your cunt entirely. your pussy is warm and wet and even though he’s never stepped foot into heaven he knows it’s not as good as your cunt. you squeeze around his fingers and he wants, desires, lusts, yearns so much. 

your pussy walls are tight around his fingers, clenching down. he knows, instinctively, were your core is. minghao fucks into your cunt with his fingers, striking that spot every time, his thumb flicking against your clit in rhythm. 

and fuck, you’re so cute. you’re whining in your dream, whimpering; small moans escape your lips in real life. your thighs are tight around him, and your cunt begins squeezing down on his fingers so tightly that he can barely move them --

and he wants so badly for it to be his cock in your cunt. 

minghao withdraws his fingers, slides three back in. your head tosses against your pillow. in your dream you’re moaning loudly, high and keening. you’re so beautiful and perfect, lust coursing through your veins and seeping out your cunt and minghao feels high, feels your want seeping into his veins and power stirring in his gut. 

you give him power like no one else; you deserve a reward. 

minghao pushes your thigh up and over his shoulder, fingers pressing into your flesh. he presses his face against your pussy, breathing in. you smell so wonderful here, too. he just wants to bask in it, wants to keep his face here, against your pussy, for millennia. 

he doesn’t, though. eventually minghao runs his tongue up your cunt, from where his fingers are wedged in your pussy hole still to your clit. you shiver underneath him. in your dream you’re begging for the man, hands twisting in the sheets. 

it’s a curse, sometimes, he thinks. minghao thinks it’s a curse that he can see how you’re reacting to his ministrations in your dreams, can see how you whine and beg and cry. he can see how you would react to him. but he can also see how even though you’re asleep your body, your real body, the one that’s asleep, still responds to him, pleasure so great that even subconsciously you’re seeking him out. 

minghao sucks at your clit, tongue rubbing against it. you whine softly, head turning against your pillow once more. your whines are so cute, you’re so cute. 

he moves his fingers in and out, in and out, of your pussy as he sucks at your clit. you push against his face. he can feel your walls flutter around his fingers, he can feel, knows, how your orgasm is beginning to build and build. the desire in you is so thick that he can taste it, both literally and figuratively, and it seeps underneath his skin. 

minghao begins kissing your clit the same way he would kiss your mouth if he could. he mouths against your clit, runs his tongue over it and suckles. in your dream you’re becoming frantic; on the bed you’re desperately clenching around his fingers, trying to grind down, trying to reach it, trying to throw yourself off the cliff and fall into the ocean, trying to chase your orgasm. 

you’re so beautiful, minghao thinks. he wants you, he wants to so fucking much. he wanted you last night and wants you tonight and tomorrow night and every night for the rest of your fucking life, he wants to devour you and trap you, wants to feel your flesh in his hands and your pussy juices on his tongue for the rest of eternity, he fucking wants --

there’s a loud banging noise as one of the stupid neighbors drops something in the apartment above you. 

you flinch -- you, on the bed, flinch, and then you’re awake. 

minghao is flung from your dream. he can no longer touch you. he’s still thrumming with power, from the lust your body had given him, but he knows it’s not enough, knows that he’s still so fucking hungry for you. 

he wants to fucking kill those assholes in the apartment above you as you push back the blankets and toss your feet over the side of the bed. you’re frowning, and he watches as you tilt your hips downward and rut against the bed. 

“oh,” you say, blinking. minghao watches from the bed as you stand, going to your dresser. he knows what’s there -- knows the vibrant gel dildo you keep -- and he thinks for a split moment that this isn’t so bad, that he’ll at least get to watch you fuck yourself. 

but then you hum and move past the dresser and into the hall, where he can’t follow. 

and minghao seethes with rage at your orgasm being ripped from his hands. your lust gives him power and your orgasms even more so, and beyond that he just wants to see you cry as an orgasm comes over you. 

he stands up from the bed, bare feet against the cold floor. he walks back to the closet, sinking into the darkness. 

ah, well. he’ll just have to try tomorrow. 

[fairyhaos]

how seventeen take care of their sick s/o

requested by @cinnamoroxie : "agh i think ive been getting sick 😭 could u write svt w a sick reader / or just a reader w a sore throat and cant speak w out it hurting pls? love u hope youre doing well "

notes: i :(((( want :((( a joshua :((((

masterlist

seungcheol:

cancels all your plans for the rest of the day when you wake up in the morning barely able to speak. won't let you protest, saying that you need to prioritise your health okay bc these people you're meeting aren't as important to him as you are. if you've just got a sniffly nose n sore throat, he'll let you sleep on him but if you're coughing n sneezing everywhere then sorry, he loves you but maybe stay away from him for a few days? 

jeonghan:

will do everything for you. even tho he doesn't have the loudest voice, he'll try his hardest to yell over the other members to get them to quieten down so he can listen to your hoarse whispers n get you whatever you need <3 gives you so many cough drops that you constantly have one in your mouth the entire time. you can taste them still on your tongue for like a day after you feel better

joshua:

gives you head massages if you have a headache, makes you honey tea if your throat hurts, always has tissues on hand if your nose is running. The Best™ at looking after you. won't leave your side, even if you're spraying germs everywhere, and he has a cold that lasts for three weeks by the end of it, but you're happy and healthy n that's all that matters to him

junhui:

kind of a fluttery mess when you get sick, doesn't rlly know what to do. pats your head constantly, asking if you're okay, and swaddles you in blankets. also gives you so many painkillers and antibiotics bc he doesn't Know what else to do okay and please you sound so terrible n croaky pls take this medicine bc it's meant to make you better and he hates when you're ill :((

hoshi:

coos and baby talks to you when you're sick and a blocked nose mess. speaks in a whisper back to you if you have a sore throat and can barely speak, makes those canned soups for you and spoon feeds it to you. he's a messy feeder tho, n most of it gets around your mouth but he wipes it away vv gently afterwards. hoshi is probably so, so soft when taking care of someone when they're sick tbh &lt;3

wonwoo:

accompanies you everywhere you go. insists you lie down and sleep but if you don't, then he's hovering around you like a concerned mother to make sure you don't overdo it. tells everyone you meet that you have a sore throat and so you can't speak, and Will drag you away if you start coughing too hard, scolding you lightly and pulling a scarf out of nowhere to wrap around your neck

woozi:

wants to take time off working so bad to help take care of you but he rlly can't </3 sets medicine and a glass of water on the table for you to take in the morning, regularly calls you (or texts, if you can't speak) to see how you're doing. checks up on you at night, smiles and kisses you on the forehead if you wake up and blearily murmur his name. he's busy, but he'll still make time to be soft for you

minghao:

always has tissues. and hand sanitizer. and cough drops. and paracetamol. has literally everything, really. says well done and pats your head when you drain a whole glass of water while swallowing the medicine, bc drinking water and flushing out toxins is the best way to get rid of an illness. another person who baby talks you if you're all sick n pouty

mingyu:

makes soup. makes tea. forces both liquids down your throat even if you complain bc it's good for you and he spent so much of his precious time making it for you how dare you try and refuse???? it definitely helps with your sore throat the next day, though, and he looks so smug as he ladles you another bowl of soup to have in the morning. 

dokyeom:

almost starts crying when you tell him u have a sore throat through barely-there whispers bc the pain :((( of not being able to speak :((( that breaks his heart to think about. knows the struggles of runny noses So Well, whips out a tissue and presents it in front of your face if you so much as sniffle quietly. hugs you the entire time, wakes up the next morning with a sore throat and then Actually starts crying

seungkwan:

your personal megaphone whenever you're sick and can't speak. yells at the other members to shut up and listen when you have something to say, and then repeats what you whisper in his rlly loud voice. won't let you have meds (they are!! the demon's pills!!!!) but learns from mingyu how to make rlly good chicken broth for you

vernon:

gets so sad for u when you croak out to him that you can't speak bc your throat hurts so bad. makes you gargle with salt water after brushing your teeth bc it helps disinfect your throat (this is true actually n it really helps). randomly holds his hand to your forehead to check your temperature, but he can never tell if you're running hot or if it's just him

chan:

is all "oh no you're sick :(((( that's terrible also pls don't come too close to me" but pulls you in for a hug immediately if you even vaguely hint at wanting one. googles if throat massages are a thing when you tell him you can't speak bc it hurts, gives you lemon honey tea bc he finds out that helps. kinda ends up massaging your throat? his hands are always warm and they feel nice when placed on your neck

request guidelines

[gyuluttony]

heyyy, when you get the time, could you write that Mingyu fic we were talking about? I’m thinking Mingyu starts off athletic as he is, but maybe due to an injury he takes times off and then starts gaining weight. DK first starts off just by comforting him and cooking for Mingyu which leads to his gain.

would love if you could make him as large/fat as you’re comfortable with, and show how he then struggled with choreo/fitting into his outfits. The members have to adapt their choreo for him, DK also starts to gain weight 🥰

hehe i'm on a mingyu high atm so let's go back to my namesake for some gluttony from my favourite gyu... i'm going to change up some stuff for this to keep it fresh as well but i hope you enjoy it!

Bulk Clause

This is a feederism fic and features weight gain and unintentional weight gain. Don't like, don't read.

Getting the ink dry on the contracts took such a burden off the chests of just about everyone within their team that it was worth celebrating. Not many people would have expected a group as large as thirteen members to renew their contract, but as it turned out, not every group had a Mingyu who fought tooth and nail to make sure that it turned out okay and that the family that they made was not going to be torn about by different reasons.

These terms that would have stumped even more established groups for temptation reasons were nothing at the willpower of a man who made sure they stood resolute and as a single team, fighting for clauses that benefitted them as a collective as opposed to swaying them in separate directions.

The glasses of beer clunk together as they cheered, Mingyu feeling some rough pats on his back as he giggled from the feeling. It stung a little bit because all the guys tended to be rough knowing he was more than capable of taking a hit or two but following the hectic nature of the renewing of a contract, he welcomed something to bring him back to this reality that they lived in.

"Oi, Mingyu." He turned his head to Seungcheol as he smiled, "Good thing we fought for that clause about our workouts, right?" The smile only grew wider as the plates full of food were delivered without a second thought, filling the table with delicious foods that were unthinkable before. From that small little green room where they had to sneak bites, they were no longer restrained to just about everything that they ate and Mingyu's eyes sparkled while his mouth watered, not even sure what to take first.

Jeonghan leaned his head on Mingyu's shoulder as he patted his arm, "Since we can actually eat now, you can probably bulk better. I know that some other idols have been doing that lately. And you already like working out."

He squeezed the bicep curiously, smiling when Mingyu shied away, "Ah, hyung..." The whine slipped out of him as Jeonghan laughed before pushing a plate to him, "I'm not used to seeing this much in front of me. I remember sneaking bites of food that Seungkwan brought for everyone after his schedules."

Seungkwan was chewing some of the chicken that they got while nodding at Mingyu's comment, "That's in the past now. We got through it so now, we can do what we want." Mingyu began to eat rather quickly, almost like he was scared it was some sort of joke.

Chan leaned on the table, smiling playfully, "Make sure you get your fill before Mingyu and Wonwoo hyung take everything back to their place." Mingyu shot him a look before he was placated by Chan passing over a plate of food that he was eyeing anyways before digging in.

"Even if we take everything back, I'm sure Mingyu will meal prep it into something else anyways." By the sound of Wonwoo's tone, he basically expected it so Mingyu was already making a mental note to make something that they'd both like out of what they brought back.

One of the clauses on their new contract was that members have full discretion of their diets. This was something that they had to fight rather hard on but it was worth the battle. A lot of the members struggled with their own body image following the strict rules with eating that were imposed on them while they were growing and with this clause, it gave them free reign to heal from what they came from.

Some of the members that came to mind were the ones who had already taken steps to better their relationship with food and everything in that avenue, but it also benefitted the ones who frequented the gym. Without any restrictions on their diet, it was possible to properly bulk and cut so they could get a more muscular frame. It wasn't something that was common in the industry in favour of a leaner build but it was gaining a lot of popularity.

Today was, of course, a cheat day. This was made clear before Mingyu and Seungcheol began to stuff their faces with whatever was in reach. It continued throughout the night, celebrating, feasting, cheering and reminiscing on old times. Mingyu had to tune in and out, discretely rubbing his bloated abs underneath his shirt. They had all eaten their fill but Mingyu and Seungcheol probably had eaten a fair share of everything on the table.

The problem with diets though when dealing with muscle gain was that starting the cut was always difficult. So many different things were delayed for the sake of a cheat day and Mingyu lost track of how many times Seungcheol suggested to get a meal together. Most of the time, it ended with them too full to even properly work out, promising that they'd go the next day. It was just hard to say no when the food was good and their workout days lined up anyways.

At the very least, it was good to know that the eating and not restricting his habits was working out. His arms looked rather beefy and were bigger than ever before. Flexing these days was something of a lethal weapon when he was wearing short sleeves, their fans immediately noticing how his arms were.

They also noticed some other changes. More talks on social media that he was coming for Seungcheol's position for the best ass in the group. Some of the shots they got of them rehearsing surprised Mingyu, moving his hands to his ass and feeling the way fat started to yield to his touch, a lot more than before. But, he wasn't sure what to think when his belly was trending on other apps for when he raised his shirt in choreo.

Sure, it was starting to push down on the waistband, but he was bloated that day. Eating most of the snack table clear wasn't for the faint of heart. But, it was enough to let him know that his new habits of counting everything as a cheat meal was a consequence so he planned to dial it back. Lifting his weights in the gym with Seokmin was nice, an unexpected company to help him during upper body workout days.

He was trying to lift a weight that was heavier than usual and Seokmin lingered behind him, feeling the body heat of the other on his back while cheering, "C'mon, Mingyu! I can do this in my sleep! What's taking you so long!" He huffed in annoyance as he started to raise the heavy dumbbells, "You're not doing many sets, c'mon! Just a little more."

He reached the height of his rep and was going to hold for a moment before, he felt hands on his sides, the budding love handles being squeezed, "Oh, maybe this is what's making it harder for you to get everything up. You're getting soft, Mingyu~" It was said in a mocking tone but the more fatal miscalculation was scaring Mingyu to the point where he dropped the weight, landing on his toe as he yelped in pain.

They usually had their back and forths but it was sad to see Seokmin pacing around the waiting room, blaming himself for the injury. "It's fine, Seokmin. I should have held a better grip on the weights anyways!" He smiled nicely, coaxing out a small bit of the other man's sunshine smile which got him to loosen up.

He helped him get to the bed, arm slung around his shoulder before the doctor explained that Mingyu was going to be fine, just needed a cast for a little while to make sure everything healed correctly. Mingyu, after knowing the other man for as long as he did, could feel the concern dripping from his eyes. He rolled his eyes, "It's fine, Seokmin... I'm used to doing most of this stuff anyways."

The surprise was prevalent on his face when it was held by cheeks that were softer than he remembered as he poked one to confirm his suspicions. His face seemed to be a little softer than usual. It'd be a little hard to start a diet with minimal motion lest he injure himself and need more recovery time. They had a comeback planned so the less chance of hurting himself the better.

So, he innocently accepted Seokmin's offer to help him out. Wonwoo was quick to accommodate his roommate but if he left the cooking up to him, it was going to be ramen until he was recovered and he'd probably need to make it anyways some nights that Wonwoo would be gaming for a while.

He knew that Seokmin was working on his cooking but the last thing that he expected was how good for each and every bite, not leaving until he cleaned the plate. Even Wonwoo had been managing these meals well, eating just as much as Mingyu before calling it quits to get back to his game and music producing. Although, the portions were getting slightly bigger with each passing day as Mingyu and Wonwoo ate whatever Seokmin provided, whose skills improved with all the positive words from the ones he was cooking for.

At first, Mingyu was only aware of smaller things... and it couldn't really concern him. The way that couch groaned when Wonwoo parked on it, his heavyset frame making chairs creak as he looked rather alarmed as it happened. How he balanced a bowl on his belly to make sure it was easy to reach while gaming or how his phone scrolling seemed to have a shlef that was soft enough for someone to lie on. And he did one time following Seokmin's meal, too lethargic to make it to his bed, falling asleep on the couch with his fattened hyung. It was hard to notice how he was stuffed with so much food he could barely breathe when Wonwoo's tummy was plump and soft even with him eating the same amount. Probably some of the best sleep he's had in a while.

He even noticed the belly pooching on the apron that Seokmin wore, tying it underneath the gut so that it almost showed off a little more pronounced. Those thighs that filled nearly every pair of pants to near bursting was starting to truly strain the seams and after a couple of teasing slaps, he could confirm that he felt a lot bigger than he used to. Perhaps all that sampling was catching up to him.

But, Mingyu didn't realize how he was the biggest in a way that wasn't just referring to his height. No longer could his stomach be called abs with how much his gut led the way with every step. His new unconscious habit of scratching his gut underneath his hirt or rubbing it following one of Seokmin's dinners.

What really brought it home was when he worked out. The compression shirt could barely squeeze over his plump chest and Wonwoo certainly was enjoying the scenario. Almost like a puppy trying to get out of a box but with a lot more jiggling involved as the trackpants he wore to the gym were no longer functional, losing the battle against Mingyu's fatter ass.

He only realized that he had properly put on weight was when Soonyoung grabbed his gut in the practice mirror, adorned in a black tank top that continually rode up every time Mingyu so much as moved. He shook the fat and Mingyu whined, "Ah, hyung, stop!" He caught the way his fat body completely shielded him as he felt a shiver down his spine.

A comment followed as Soonyoung rolled his eyes, "Mingyu, even if I stop jiggling it, it won't stop. You've gotten big." Being called big isn't something foreign... but in this context, he couldn't help but huff, face a little warm. Soonyoung moved into a hug, arms squishing his plump body, "You're nice to hug... but no one really has a belly as big as yours so syncing is a little hard right now."

It seems everyone was enjoying the eating whatever they wanted clause but Mingyu's hand rubbed his belly curiously, biting his lip when he shakes it curiously. He was the biggest in the room, but everyone had put on their own weight. Mingyu couldn't help the way that he felt his gut fall out of his shirt and jiggled with the movements of the choreo or the way that he felt out of breath with one of the beginning combos.

This was probably the opposite of what was expected of him and he couldn't deny the excitement. Seokmin had stayed surprisingly silent the matter, lifting his shirt up and shocking Mingyu with the size of a gut that stood out, always remaining hidden in the bagginess of his clothes. It'd take some time to move with the new weight but given how he continually caught Seokmin's eyes move to him, watching how his body seemed to dance with the additional adipose that he put on, he had a feeling that he'd need to get used to dancing with even more.

-

"Yah, Mingyu, you can't just double your waist size since we measured you! Your fans might like the weight, but consider the sylists!" He chuckled meekly after the first week of promotions, rubbing his belly as he smiled.

"Sorry, unnie... I just finished a protein shake, so I'm a little full." His eyes caught Seokmin's who looked away, almost ashamed. Mingyu smiled, seeing the way that he ducked out of his eyes contact. Considering the shake was shared between both of them, it was hard not to look at the way Seokmin's belly spread out onto his lap comfortably, straining the stage outfit that they designed for him.

The fans seemed to adore how comfortable they looked and Mingyu has gained more fans as quickly as he gained weight, saying that it made him more approachable. Plus, the constant influx of food gifts was contributing to why these stage outfits didn't even make their way onto his blubbery figure.

He felt a pat on his rotund behind as Seungcheol walked past him, "Make sure you get your fill before we go out. Going on stage hungry is a lot of work." The leader walked away, undoing the string on his torso, a large sigh leaving as his gut filled the space before Mingyu looked at himself in the mirror, a smile filling his face.

It wasn't the sort of bulk that he planned, but doing it with people he knew he could trust to support him made it easier to grow... and as long as he stayed mobile, it was enough. Although, he could go for a few extra pounds. He was reaching a personal record for the bench press.

Even if he couldn't even see his form beyond how high his gut sat on the bench.

[chubbyjooheonnie]

Here I am, casually posting like 30 minutes before midnight, but I still did get it done on the correct day! So that should count for something, right?

Anyway, here is the week 2 update:

October 4th Daddy Kink-- Seventeen (Seungcheol X Jihoon)

October 5th Burping— Stray Kids (Hyunjin X Felix)

October 6th Hybrid— BTS (Yoongi X Hoseok)

October 7th Spanking— NCT (Taeyong X Ten)

October 8th Werewolf— EXO (Yixing X Joonmyeon)

October 9th Masturbation— Monsta X  (Changkyun X Hyungwon)

October 10th Professor/ Student— Seventeen (Jisoo X Seungkwan)

I’ll post the week 3 update on next Sunday! Enjoy and good night (at least, good night if you’re in my part of the world, good whatever-other-part of the day if you are somewhere else haha)!

[muffinwoozi]

— masterpost 💌

hello! welcome to my blog <3 i write seventeen fics that focus on feedism and weight gain in a sexual context. if that’s not your thing, please do not scroll down any further. even though not all of my work is sexually explicit or nsfw, this is a kink blog so everything here is inherently linked to that. please do not interact if you’re a minor. my bias is woozi (obviously!) and my favourite pairings to write are soonhoon and minwon, but i’m open to writing for any svt pairing! if there’s something you’d like me to write, my bio should indicate whether or not requests are open. i will accept most requests granted they do not violate my hard limits.

things i'm really into:

☆ dom/sub dynamics

☆ size contrast

☆ body worship and praise

☆ stuffing

☆ soft feedism

☆ bratty feedees ๑•ᴗ•๑

hard limits:

☆ self or reader insert & oc-centric fics

☆ omegaverse & a/b/o dynamics

☆ hybrids

☆ scat

☆ death feedism

other than the things listed above, i'm pretty much open to writing about anything, so don't hesitate to send in your requests. i don't kinkshame!

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fic masterlist 🩶

tease 🐯🍚 - dom feedee jihoon won't let his sub feeder soonyoung touch him until he's completely full ;)

serenity 🐶🐱 - after growing out of his favourite jeans, mingyu worries his boyfriend is no longer attracted to him. luckily, wonwoo is there to prove him wrong ♡

size up 🍒🍚 - jihoon loves the way growing out of his work clothes feels, and seungcheol is more than happy to facilitate that ;)

kabedon 🐱🦖 - sometimes, chan doesn't know how to direct his own strength size. wonwoo's not complaining.