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[vanillarista]

tiger

cheeky hyunlix teasing their little sub minho~

a treat for those who aren't into feederism hahah

warning: minho gets called kitten and tiger, nipple play, sub minho, mild spanking, whiny minho, recounts of sex toy usage

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“Hyung!” Hyunjin calls out, cheeky grin spread across his face. Felix was lying on his stomach next to him, chin propped up by his hand with an equally cheeky smile.

Minho glances up from the book he was reading, locking eyes with the blonde. The three of them were the only ones back at the dorm, and they were all gathered in Felix’s room, Hyunjin having pattered over with the complaint that “I’m lonelyyyy!” as his only excuse. 

Now, with soft music playing in the background and Hyunjin and Felix’s hushed talking and giggles, Minho was at peace, relaxing in the company of his boyfriends, but with those mischievous grins on their faces, it was clear that his peace was about to be shattered.

“Yes, Hyunjin ah?” Minho asks. “We were wondering, with how often we fuck you nowadays, how long can you go without cumming?” Felix immediately giggles after Hyunjin finished speaking, and Hyunjin breaks into giggles with him. It was honestly cute, and he would giggle with them if only the question hadn’t sparked a flicker of arousal in him.

How long could he go without cumming? Minho scoffs, deciding to paint on a tough persona. “I could go as long as I want, only reason I can’t is because of your perverted asses fucking me on every possible surface.” He was going to ignore the way his own words licked fire into his abdomen, but with the ways Felix and Hyunjin’s eyes immediately darken, forgetting that heat was going to take a tremendous amount of effort. 

“Yeah? Heard that you liked getting fucked on every possible surface, though,” Hyunjin’s voice takes on a lustful tone as he crawls over to Minho’s perch on the other end of the bed. Minho gulps, the proximity taking him by surprise as the book drops, forgotten. Hyunjin, with the grace of a panther about to pounce on prey, slips between his legs, spreading them with ease as he moves to straddle him. Placing both hands on his cheeks, Hyunjin uses his thumbs to gently tilt Minho’s face up, the rest of his fingers cradling his face, almost. 

“Kitten just likes to get fucked, likes getting used like a whore whenever we want,” Hyunjin smiles sweetly, pushing two fingers into Minho’s mouth, much to the older man’s surprise. “Just likes to please, ‘cause he’s a feisty little tiger that desperately needs cock at the end of the day, isn’t he?” God Fuck, his pride left him through the window when a moan falls from his lips, soft and pleading and disgustingly pornographic even to his own ears.

“So cute, Tiger,” A deep voice growls into his left ear, and he startles and blinks his eyes open — when the Hell did he close them? —- to see Felix leaning onto his left, wide eyes gazing into his, full of love, full of lust. “Are you going to please us again, today? The others are going to be back in three hours, earliest. We’ve got plenty of time to… enjoy ourselves, don’t we?” 

“We do,” Hyunjin pipes up, mischief in his eyes again. He swirls his fingers in Minho’s mouth and Minho gets the hint, immediately sucking on the digits and fluttering his eyelids at the comfort that action gave him. The other two chuckle at that fondly, and there’s a light environment in the room for awhile, the two deciding to let Minho suckle on Hyunjin’s fingers — God, why were they so long? — before he was suddenly pushed down onto the bed, ass up and face squashed against a pillow. It was the pillow Felix was resting on just now, and he belatedly realises that in this position, he was spread at a clear angle for the 2000 liners to look at his ass.

Oh, God.

Hyunjin’s fingers have left his mouth at some point while Minho was coming to that conclusion, and suddenly, his sweatpants were being pulled down just to expose the curve of his ass. There’s two sharp intakes of breath at the realisation that Minho hadn’t even put on underwear. Felix scoffs, before his voice speaks up, “Tiger gets fucked so often in our dorm, he doesn’t even put on underwear anymore, huh?” Minho whines at that, and Felix just laughs. “Such a whore, so good for us — just wants to be ready for us to fuck him any time, hm?” “Like a little sex toy; such a cute little sex toy, aren’t you, Tiger?” Hyunjin adds on, and Minho can only manage a moan in reply, the praise and degradation making him feel weak in his bones, his mind already fogging up in submission. “Haven’t even started and he’s already long gone,” Felix murmurs, and then suddenly, Hyunjin’s finger breaches his rim and the digit is pushed into his ass, the sudden intrusion causing Minho to choke out a moan.

“Fuck, Hyunnie, he’s already fucked open for us,” Felix comments, and Hyunjin hums in agreement. “Who fucked you today, Tiger?” Hyunjin asks. Minho needs a moment to reply, the finger crooking to just almost stroke his prostate. He lets out a shuddery breath, trying to recollect his thoughts, but it’s too late. A hand strikes the soft inner flesh of his thigh, jolting Minho forward with a yelp. 

“Dumb bitch, reply him.” “I- ah-” Hyunjin’s finger presses into his prostate, making Minho jolt again and forcing a whimper from him. “I- I fucked myself?” “Oh, you did?” Hyunjin asks, in a voice that’s light and innocent, as if Minho just told him that he bought some ice cream home. “Tell us some details, kitten.” Minho lets out a long whine again, shudders ripping through his body as Hyunjin’s finger lays slow, even strokes over the rough bundle of nerves in his ass, the stimulation sending bolts of electricity through his veins and Minho can barely think but- but he’s a good boy. Yes, he will reply Hyunjin.

“Mmh- I- I used a vibrator in the shower- ah!” Hyunjin’s finger jabs into his prostate and rubs into it insistently at the revelation, causing Minho to cry out, the pleasure making his arms weak and buckle, making him fall face first into the pillow. He shudders and squirms, trying to get away from the constant rubbing, but Felix is quick to grip his waist in a vice hold, not letting him move. 

“Hyunjinnie-” Minho begs, his voice high pitched and breathless, tears pricking in the corner of his eyes. His fucking finger was just so long and just so happened to be pressing against his fucking prostate, and it was making every single muscle in his body so weak, and his cock was absolutely throbbing in his sweatpants. It hung heavy between his legs, and with the way his hips are involuntarily bucking forward, he feels each drag of his cock against the rough fabric of his pants, sliding through the wet patch of precum in the front. 

“Aw, cute little Tiger is whining for us?” Felix coos, voice dripping with honey. Suddenly, the hands on his waist trail up to his chest, and then there are fingers flicking at his nipples through the soft, thin fabric of his tank top. Minho jerks at the sensation, the sensitivity hitting him all at once, and he whines again, trying to squirm away but neither boy lets him move, gripping his waist and thighs and making him take it. 

Each flick and rub of Felix’s fingers on his nipples sends a wave of arousal straight to his throbbing cock, and they continue like this for awhile. Hyunjin has two fingers in him now, and at some point, he had decided to pour the cold lube directly into his hole, causing loud squelching noises as he ruthlessly continues with his prostate massage and just pressing, rubbing and circling his fingers against the bundle of nerves there, making Minho rut forward into empty air, and Felix rubs at his nipples with no mercy, pinching and tweaking and twisting. Even when he lets go, the fabric scratches against them, his nipples sensitive to every touch and leaving him squeaking and gasping at the little bolts of pleasure that rush through him with every brush of the fabric.

It’s barely a minute or two before they have Minho begging.

“Please, please, plea- ah! Please!” 

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hope you enjoyed! :)

[vanillarista]

tastee~

just a little peek of a drabble i've written, nothing much!

feeding my minsung after that rachalog of them eating pudding <3

warnings: feedee minho, feeder jisung, feederism, stuffing, bloating, chubby ? lee know, more on stuffing, not weight gain, mild burping

not beta read!

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the first bowl was delicious. it was genuinely one of the best things jisung had ever fed him, and minho made sure to tell him that exactly, delighting in the little blush that dusted jisung’s chubby cheeks. so, when jisung offered him seconds, how could he say no? he was starving earlier, the food was good, and he got to make jisung feel proud too. there were absolutely no cons!

the second bowl was absolutely delicious as well. his hunger was finally satisifed and he leaned back into his seat with a sigh, almost melting into the seat. minho lazliy grinned at jisung, giving him a silent thumbs up. now, this was definitiely more than what he usually ate, but it was totally worth it. jisung’s cheeks had been a permanant shade of pink ever since he started his second bowl, and jisung himself hadn’t finished his own bowl, instead eatingn slowly compared to minho’s fast pace.

minho’s eyes drooped shut as he sunk into his chair, but suddenly, he heard the thunk of a bowl in front of him. his eyes snapped open and he was met with another helping of the soup. “jisung- i- i’m too full, i can’t finish it,” minho stammered, hand absentmindely dropping down to his stomach. it was beginning to be slightly distended and full, not painfully so, but still more than usual. in fact, he already knew he had to schedule an extra workout or two to work this binge meal off.

however, jisung didn’t back down. he pouted at minho and looked up at him through his puppy eyes. “but hyung, it’s just the last helping, i don’t want to keep any leftovers,” jisung honest to god whines, and minho knew he was a dead, dead man.

sighing in resignation, minho sits back up in his chair and reluctantly lifts his spoon, sparing a glance at his boyfriend, and his heart skipped a beat. minho wasn’t sure if he was imagining it, but jisung’s eyes were dark and swirling with something he can’t place. he snaps his gaze back down to his bowl and begins shovelling food in his mouth, too nervous to ask questions and just focusing on his task at hand: finishing the bowl of soup.

each piece of beef, each strand of noodle, each spoonful of soup caused his stomach to churn, and he swore he could feel each morsel of food slide in there, packed as it is. his left hand came up to rest under the swell of his growing little belly, rubbing under it to ease the discomfort. his belly grew tighet and tighter, and his pace slowed considerably. but each time he tried to tell jisung, jisung refuted with his whine and puppy eyes until minho had no choice to keep going, shifting in discomfort as he reached his limit. it felt like ages until he finally finished his bowl of soup.

letting out a muffled burp, minho crashed back into his seat, two hands on his middle, eyes shut and a curse or two slipping out of his mouth. jisung laughed, simply standing up and grabbing his emptied bowl before seemingly going over to the sink, by the sound of it, to wash the dishes. minho didn’t know; or care, frankly. all he could think about was the slight swell of his stomach for the first time in ages, the packedness of it all. he blinked his eyes open, made sure jisung wasn’t looking, before pressing experimentally on it.

while it definitely grew in size and felt tight, it was squishy to the touch. minho squeezed his sides and belly, enamoured by it all and feeling a little tingle of heat go through his body. but all the squeezing and jiggling caused another dislodge of air and he had to muffle another burp. minho felt his cheeks flush and quickly decided to leave, announcing to jisung that he was going to go back to his room and not to disturb hi so that he could sleep off his food coma. he didn;’t even care to look for his boyfriend’s reaction, just turning on his heel and hightailing - or, limping - back to his room with the new discomfort in front of him.

unbeknowst to him, jisung was quietly watching from the sink. watching the way minho grabbed his tummy, the way he squeezed and rubbed and jiggled it. the flush of his cheeks and the muffled burps. it was all part of his plan. he had always thought minho would look cute with a tummy, all stuffed up and dazed. it started when they went to a buffet together and he saw minho truly indulge for the first time, claiming it to be spending his money wisely. jisung didn’t care. all he saw was the way minho looked adorable stuffing himself up with meat, huffing as he neared his limit but kept on going. the discreet way he rubbed his stomach under the table, and the dazed and satisfied look he had at the end. when his eyes were glassy and his words were slightly slurred despite not drinking.

a stuffed up little minho, reduced to his little plaything.

and today, he would unleash his plan. the soup was just the first step of it.

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hopefully i get the motivation to finish it :,)

[vanillarista]

a kitten's neck

a little drabble i read that has a lot of potential to be turned into a longer fic! but procrastination makes it hard to do anything HAHAH

in the meantime, enjoy this short 400ish word drabble of - cat hybrid! minho - human! jisung - minho is overpracticing for context and jisung is js here to bring him home - inspired by scruffing :] enjoyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy !! ⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒─⭒─⭑─⭒─⭒─⭑─⭒─⭑─⭒─⭒─⭑─⭒─⭑─⭒─⭒─⭑─⭒─⭑─⭒─⭒──⚝

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Jisung stands at the door of the practice room, watching Minho pant through his moves, skin moist and damp and limbs weak. Minho knows he’s there and why he’s there, but they’ve engaged in a contest of ignoring each other until someone breaks first. 

“And I’ve told you again and again, the answer is no, Jisung,” Minho finally snaps, almost hissing at  Jisung. His chest is still rising and falling rapidly, and beads of sweat roll down his temple and neck. 

His neck.

Jisung huffs once but feigns ignorance, slumping against the wall again and looking back down at his phone. He registers Minho sighing but coming over to the corner of the practice room as well, towards the shelves where the bottles of water are kept. And he was right.

Minho moves to the shelves and squats down, opening one of the shelves and rifling through it for a pack of water bottles. This was his chance.

Silently, he quickly walks towards the squatting hybrid and leans down — just enough to be in arm’s reach of him but not too much so that his stupid hybrid instincts could sense him — and without hesitation, grabs his neck.

Minho’s reaction is instant.

The hybrid yelps, arms flying out to brace himself against the sides of the shelves as his lower body gives out under him. A full body shudder runs through him as he slumps to the floor, head lolling down.

Jisung just coos. 

“Aw, that’s it, kitten, just relax,” He murmurs, feeling another shiver run through Minho’s body. He begins to knead little circles into his neck, causing Minho to let out a soft mewl as he squirmed a little. “Good boy, good boy,” Jisung continues to softly coo at Minho as if he really was a kitten. Even without looking, Jisung can tell that Minho’s eyes are slowly glazing over as his posture slumps more and more. 

Gently, he manouvers the both of them and shuts the shelf door quietly. He leans his back against it instead and pulls Minho onto his lap. The pliant boy goes willingly, curling up in his lap and fitting his head under Jisung’s neck; a little ball under Jisung’s touch. Jisung continues to massage his neck in that position, feeling soft purrs start to rumble from his chest. He chuckles endearingly.

“Oh? Someone’s a pleased little kitty, hm?” The hybrid softly mewls in reply, nuzzling his head into Jisung’s neck. 

And that’s how Minho finds himself on the way home, wrapped up in Jisung’s arms and his hoodie and his scent. Jisung smiles to himself in the car their manager drives, already ready to take care of his little kitty cat; to bathe him and pamper him and soothe his worries and stresses and show him how loved he is- but oh! He shouldn’t get so ahead of himself, first, just let the pair of them get home. 

vanillarista

[vanillarista]

writer's block?? kinda??

like i write, right. but i havent posted anything here because i have never, ever, ever finished writing a piece im working on. like, idk why i js cant seem to ever finish it. when im writing it, it js keeps getting longer and longer and the end just seems so far away and iT JUST SHITS ON MY MOTIVATION TO FINISH IT like i could js be a simple post, a small drabble, and i js cant finish it.

maybe now that ive sent this distress call i ll be able to finish some though LMAO

but i cant be the only one who goes through this right like TT

[vanillarista]

kitten lee know

i always see people match lino to either a cat or a bunny, and i’ve always wondered: which does he fit better? and i’ve finally come to a conclusion (i think).

outwards, lino looks like a bunny. big doe eyes, cute bunny teeth -> it’s no wonder he is the bringer of Leebit.

inwards, though, my man is the epitome of cat in human form like I SWEAR. i think in that skz code ep where they were playing minigames and they had to roll a dice? the editors edited him like a cat punching stuff like please my heart. and like during the winter ep where he was sliding down a hill? YOU CAN’T TELL ME THAT ISN’T CAT BEHAVIOUR WHEN HE MADE THOSE LITTLE NOISES. and during that Chuseok ep? even the members thought he looked like a cat? not to mention he’s in nyangnyangracha with felix.

lino is a cat. he is a teeny tiny cat- a kitten! a kitten that must be protected at all costs. i want to see more cat hybrid lino fics because js the idea of it is so cute PLS TT 

[vanillarista]

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