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HONGJOONG: FAT ASS: he’s vocal. when you’re walking in front of him, he’s the type to groan audibly, bite his lip, smack your ass just to hear the echo. he gets handsy in the worst ways. grinding up behind you when you’re brushing your hair, pulling you into his lap during meetings, whispering filth in your ear when you're least prepared. h: "sit on me." you: "right now?" h: "baby, i need it." you straddle him and his hands go straight to your ass, kneading, spreading, grabbing so hard it burns. he buries his face in your chest but his hands never stop moving. he’s grinding up into you while cursing how soft and thick you feel. but when he gets you on all fours? he loses it. he moans just from the sight. grabs both cheeks, jiggles them like he’s watching porn, then spits between them before pressing his cock in slow. h: "you hear that? fucking soaking just from getting filled." he loves watching it bounce, loves pressing down on the small of your back to make it arch more. his thrusts are filthy. snapping his hips, cock dragging deep, hands locked on your ass to slam you back harder. he’ll come with his thumb rubbing your rim, muttering how addictive your body is. h: "i’m never letting this ass go. never." BIG TITS: he acts composed, like he’s unaffected, but it’s all a front. hongjoong’s mind goes blank the second your shirt comes off, like he forgot how to breathe, how to blink. he kneels between your legs and just stares for a second. jaw tense, hands twitching at his sides like he’s trying to be patient but failing miserably. h: "you know i love these, right?" you: "you say that every time." h: "and i’ll say it every time, too. fuck- come here." he grabs both of them at once, squeezing, weighing them like he’s obsessed with the way they spill through his fingers. his mouth is slow, deliberate. he kisses the underside first, then laps at your nipples with a warm, wet tongue. just enough to make you gasp, but never enough to push you over. he’ll use one hand to hold your wrists above your head, the other to slap one tit just to watch it bounce, then kiss it better like he’s sorry. he hums against your chest, tongue dragging in messy circles, groaning when you arch into him. h: "you drive me fucking insane. i could die here, between these." and he means it. he’ll fuck you slow while keeping his mouth latched around one nipple, switching when you start to beg, making sure both get equal attention. when he finishes, it’s always across your tits. rubbing it in, licking it off, watching you twitch under the heat of his tongue.

SEONGHWA: FAT ASS: his hands are always on your hips. whether you’re walking ahead of him, brushing your teeth, or bent over looking for something. seonghwa will find an excuse to touch. he’s obsessed with the way your ass looks in everything, and when you’re finally bare beneath him, it’s like he’s staring at a masterpiece. he drags his hands over the swell of your ass like he can’t decide where to start. he spreads you open, groans low under his breath, then presses a kiss to the curve right above your thigh. s: "you have no idea what you do to me, baby." you: "then shut up and show me." he smacks your ass hard and smooths over it like an apology. when he fucks you, he grips your cheeks tight enough to leave prints, uses them to pull you back into his thrusts again and again. he can’t stop staring. has to lift your leg, tilt your hips, get a better view of his cock stretching you while your ass bounces with every movement. s: "this ass was made for getting fucked. so full- fuck- so fucking soft." he moans every time he bottoms out, leans over you just to get a handful while he whispers filth against your ear. and when you clench around him, sobbing from how deep he’s hitting, all he does is pound harder. drunk on the way you jiggle, on how wrecked you get when he uses you like that. BIG TITS: he doesn’t even try to hide how often his gaze dips lower when you’re talking, like his eyes are pulled to your chest on instinct. he’ll hum along to whatever you’re saying, nod like he’s engaged, but his pupils are locked in on your cleavage like it’s some kind of prayer. and when you catch him? he just smirks, leans in closer, like he’s doing you a favor by staring. he’s slow about it when he finally gets you in his lap, like he’s savoring every second. palming over your shirt, teasing with the lightest drag of his thumbs over your nipples until they’re peeking through the fabric. s: "you know what these do to me, don’t you?" you: "then do something about it." he does. he strips you fast like he’s starving, then pulls you into his mouth before you can even shiver. his tongue is hot and greedy, circling your nipples while his hand works the other. pinching, rolling, keeping you trembling and grinding in his lap. he loves how heavy they feel, how they fill his palms completely. you try to tug him back up to kiss you, but he’s stuck there, nuzzling in, groaning as he drags his lips across your chest. s: "you were made for me. fuck, baby- look at how perfect they are." he doesn’t even need to fuck you yet- he could spend hours just tasting, sucking, leaving bruises until you’re breathless and soaked just from the way he worships every inch of your chest.

YUNHO: FAT ASS: yunho’s jaw drops the first time he sees you in tight pants. he’s stunned silent, blinking like he just saw god walk by with a perfect ass. his hands itch to grab it, and once you let him? he never stops. he hugs you from behind just to cup it, rubs his hands down the curve with reverence, like your body is something sacred. when he finally has you naked, ass up, he just stares. hands roaming over every inch, squeezing like he’s testing how much you can take. y: "this is so unfair. how are you this perfect?" you: "maybe you’re just lucky." y: "i know i am." he fucks you from behind slow at first, just to feel it. his hands grip your waist, then slide down to your ass, spreading it open so he can see every inch of you taking him in. he moans like he’s in heaven. deep, broken sounds as he watches his cock disappear between your cheeks. y: "so fucking soft- look at that bounce, baby, you’re unreal." he smacks it once, then again, groaning when you clench around him. he’ll bury his face in your ass too. licking, sucking, tongue sliding between your cheeks just to hear you whimper. when he cums, it’s either buried deep inside or across your ass with shaking hands and breathless praise. y: "mine. all of this? all fucking mine." BIG TITS: he’s gentle at first. yunho has that soft, awe-struck look when he finally gets you undressed. like he’s seeing the sun rise for the first time, like your tits are a miracle. he cups them so delicately at first, thumbs brushing your nipples in slow circles, breath hitching every time you sigh or squirm. y: "they’re even prettier than i imagined." you: "you imagined them?" y: "every night." he lowers his head and kisses down your sternum before his lips wrap around one nipple. hot, slow, mouth greedy while his hand works the other. he moans softly as he sucks, like the taste of your skin is addictive. his fingers pinch just hard enough to sting, then soothe with gentle rubs that leave your thighs clenching. but that softness only lasts so long. once you’re whining beneath him, tugging at his hair and arching into his mouth, something flips in him. he grabs both tits tight, pushes them together, and buries his face between them. sucking harder, teeth grazing, tongue messy and wet until you’re gasping. y: "i want them in my mouth all night." he doesn’t stop even when he’s fucking you. keeps one in his hand, mouth open over your chest, obsessed with how they bounce while he drives into you. he finishes all over them too, rubbing it in with a low groan while you squirm beneath him.

YEOSANG: FAT ASS: yeosang’s usually so graceful, but the moment he sees your ass, he gets this sharp, possessive gleam in his eyes. he’s subtle, but you can feel his hunger when his hands find your hips and slowly slide down to cup your ass. he presses gentle kisses to the curve, then bites softly, watching you shiver beneath him. y: "this is perfection." you: "then don’t stop." y: "never." he loves to tease you, running his hands over your ass like he’s memorizing every inch. spreading your cheeks slowly, licking just between them, making you gasp. when he fucks you from behind, his thrusts are precise and deep, hands gripping your ass hard enough to leave marks while his mouth nuzzles your neck, whispering dirty promises. y: "every time you move, it drives me crazy." he finishes by pulling out, then dragging his fingers down your cheeks, painting you with his cum, and kissing every spot like he’s blessing you. y: "mine, always." BIG TITS: he’s elegant and composed, but when you undress and your tits come into view, his breath catches like he forgot how to be smooth. his eyes darken instantly, and he leans in like he’s drawn to the scent of your skin. his hands glide over your chest gently at first. soft strokes, fingertips tracing the curve of your breasts, teasing your nipples until they peek out shyly. y: "you’re breathtaking." you: "then show me." y: "patience. i want to savor every inch." he worships your tits like a masterpiece. kissing down your neck, then returning to your chest with slow, wet kisses. his tongue flicks over one nipple, swirling softly, while his other hand cups the opposite breast, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure to make you moan. his mouth trails between your breasts, sucking and biting lightly, marking you as his without ever rushing. when he finally fucks you, he keeps his hands on your tits, pressing them together to feel how your skin moves and shivers under his touch. y: "you’re mine. every curve, every inch." he loves to watch your tits bounce when you ride him, fingers stroking your nipples as his cock thrusts inside you, moaning your name like a prayer.

SAN: FAT ASS: san’s first reaction is always physical. like, his hands twitch. his jaw clenches. he mutters a broken “shit…” under his breath while you bend over in front of him. he stares at your ass like it’s alive. watching the jiggle, groaning, adjusting himself in his pants with zero shame. s: "you’re driving me crazy." you: "you keep staring." s: "i’m trying not to fuck you through the mattress." he worships it. kneels behind you just to feel it, kissing along the curve of your hips, biting gently where your thighs meet your ass. he spreads your cheeks and groans like he’s about to lose it, tongue sliding between them to tease you open, licking in deep while your whole body trembles under his grip. when he fucks you, it’s all hips and filth. deep, rough thrusts that smack against your ass while he watches the recoil with a dazed, obsessed look. s: "look at that. bouncing for me, taking everything- fuck, your body’s made for this." he leans over to talk in your ear, one hand sliding under to rub your clit while the other stays gripping your ass. he loves finishing there too. painting your cheeks white, rubbing it in, licking it off while you twitch and beg for more. s: "mine. every inch of this fat ass is fucking mine." BIG TITS: san stares like it’s the first time every time. pupils blown, lips parted, tongue running over his bottom lip while his hands slide up your shirt so slowly it makes you shiver. he doesn’t even touch at first. he just watches, eyes flicking between your nipples and your face like he’s daring you to squirm. s: "can i suck on them?" you: "please." s: "fuck, i love when you beg." he sinks his teeth into the softness. light, playful bites that make you gasp. then kisses it better with his mouth wide and hot. his tongue works your nipple in slow, wet circles, groaning every time you arch into him. and when your hands tangle in his hair? he growls against your skin and sucks harder. he palms both tits like he wants to memorize them, thumbs flicking over your nipples while his mouth trails kisses across the valley of your chest. s: "so pretty, baby. all mine." he’ll fuck you deep while his mouth stays latched to your tits, body trembling from the way they move with every thrust. sometimes he’ll push them together and fuck them, moaning at the way they slide around his cock. spilling across your chest while your nipples glisten with his spit and cum.

MINGI: FAT ASS: mingi’s weakness. absolutely, undeniably, can’t-hide-it obsessed with your ass. he’s got no filter—palms it in public, smacks it when you walk by, murmurs “damn” every time you bend over. you can feel his eyes on you at all times. m: "turn around real quick." you: "for what?" m: "just lemme see that ass one more time, please." in private? he’s downright feral. grabs both cheeks and lifts them like he’s studying the weight, the bounce, the texture under his palms. he spreads them and kisses right between, nuzzling like he can’t decide between tongue or teeth. and when he finally eats you out from behind, it’s messy. loud slurps, thick groans, like he’s drowning in it. he loves fucking you bent over. hands gripping your waist, cock slamming in deep while your ass ripples with every thrust. he’ll growl, pant, slap it again just to hear the sound and feel the recoil. m: "look at how it bounces. shit, i can’t stop- you make me fucking crazy." he finishes by pulling out and rubbing his cum across your ass like he’s painting it. then spreading you again to watch it drip. m: "that’s where it belongs. right there. all mine." BIG TITS: mingi moans the first time you take your top off. like, full-on groans under his breath, hand already reaching out before you can even cover yourself. his fingers are big, a little rough, and they wrap around your tits like they were made for him. squeezing, lifting, thumbing over your nipples while he mutters things he probably shouldn’t say out loud. m: "fuck, they’re so soft… i can’t stop staring." you: "then don’t." m: "oh, i won’t. baby, you’re in for it." he gets addicted to how your chest reacts to his mouth. he switches between sweet, slow licks and deep sucks that leave marks. he’ll kiss around your nipples just to tease you before biting down gently, watching you shiver while your hands clutch at his shoulders. he’s obsessed with how full they feel in his palms when you’re riding him. leans back, eyes locked on the way they bounce, then grabs one and sucks like he needs it to breathe. m: "i’m gonna fuck you while i suck on these every time, you hear me?" he’ll press your tits together and fuck them too, thick cock sliding between them while his tongue licks at your chest and your nipples glisten with spit. he cums with a groan so loud it echoes, spilling across your tits and rubbing it in with shaking hands.

WOOYOUNG: FAT ASS: wooyoung’s mouth drops when he sees it. eyes wide, tongue peeking between his lips, groaning like he’s about to fall to his knees. he’ll follow you around the room just to get a better view, bite his knuckles when you bend over, and whisper absolute filth in your ear whenever you’re close enough. w: "do you see what you’re doing to me? with that ass? fuck." you: "then do something about it." w: "oh, i will." he loves you bent over. arms limp, back arched, ass in the air. he kneels behind you first, hands spreading your cheeks, kissing and biting them like he can’t decide whether to be sweet or ruin you. his tongue slides between them, teasing your hole before he’s groaning against your skin, pressing kisses across both cheeks. w: "i could live here. just between your thighs. licking your pretty ass until you cry." when he finally fucks you, he slams in hard. hands locked on your hips, watching the bounce like it’s hypnotizing him. he makes sure you feel every thrust, presses down on your back to get the angle perfect, moaning about how deep he is while your ass claps against him. he cums with his teeth sunk into your shoulder, fingers digging into your ass like he’s claiming you. and if there’s any cum left? it’s painted all over your cheeks, dripping while he hums and admires the view. w: "fuck, you’re gonna kill me with that ass." BIG TITS: wooyoung’s shameless about it. the way he stares at your chest like it’s his favorite meal. biting his lip, tilting his head, muttering filthy things under his breath with no intention of hiding it. he’s the type to grope you mid-makeout, to slide his hands under your shirt before your lips even part. w: "baby… can i suck on them?" you: "already?" w: "i’ve been thinking about it all day." he’s ravenous once you say yes. tongue flat and hot, dragging up the swell of your tit before latching on with a wet, hungry moan. he palms the other like he owns it. pinching and rolling your nipple while he sucks bruises into your skin, licking over them like a reward. and he talks. so much. w: "they bounce so good when i fuck you- so heavy in my hands, fuck- your body’s fucking unreal." he doesn’t stop until you’re writhing, trying to tug him back up, but he just grins and keeps his mouth locked around your tits like they’re all he needs. when he fucks you, he likes holding them while you’re on top, slapping them gently so they jiggle, then sucking on them again like he missed them already. he cums hard with your tits pressed together around his cock, panting while he spills across your chest.

JONGHO: FAT ASS: his hands are always low. he’ll start with a casual grip on your waist, but somehow they always migrate down to your hips, then lower. palming the swell of your ass with quiet appreciation, like it’s second nature. he stares more than he speaks, eyes tracking every sway, every jiggle, with barely restrained hunger. j: "come here." you: "why?" j: "i need to feel you." he lifts you like it’s nothing. presses you face-first against the wall, one hand spreading your cheeks while the other teases between your thighs. he’s obsessed with how full you are, how your ass gives under pressure, and when he finally kneels down and licks between them? it’s slow. focused. tongue thick and deliberate, teasing your hole with long, deep strokes until your knees go weak. when he fucks you, it’s intense. deep, powerful thrusts while both hands grip your ass—spreading you wider, groaning at the way you take him so perfectly. he angles you with ease, slaps it just to feel the aftershock, and moans when he watches it ripple with each movement. j: "so tight. so full. i could fuck this ass forever." he finishes with your ass up, hips trembling as he paints across your cheeks, then massages the cum in with low grunts and hungry eyes. j: "no one else gets to see you like this. just me." BIG TITS: he isn’t the type to act needy. but the second your shirt’s off, it’s like something in him shifts. his gaze locks onto your chest, jaw tight, nostrils flaring just a little. his hands are big and warm when they cup your tits, slow and reverent at first, like he’s afraid to squeeze too hard. j: "you’re so beautiful." you: "touch me more." j: "i was planning to." he lifts one to his mouth and wraps his lips around your nipple with a soft hum, tongue flicking and circling with slow precision. he moans low, barely audible. but it vibrates against your skin and sends chills through your body. the way he sucks is intentional, deep, messy, leaving your nipple soaked and tingling while his hand squeezes the other, thumb flicking just to make you arch. he’s strong, and he uses it. he’ll hold both your wrists in one hand and drag his mouth across your chest like he owns it, switching back and forth until you’re whining, panting, grinding against his thigh. he loves when they bounce while he’s pounding into you. grabs them tight, pins you down with one hand, and sucks like he needs it. j: "they look best like this. messy. bruised. covered in my cum." and yeah, that’s how he finishes. thick ropes spilling across your chest while he strokes himself and watches your tits twitch under the heat.

you haven’t been feeling quite like yourself lately, every time you looked in the mirror you didn’t feel right. you didn’t feel like yourself, and it seemed like jake noticed this as well. 

he thought doing what you both loved was something that could make you feel better. even when he didn’t exactly agree with what you were feeling, he felt the exact opposite. he thought you were amazing, sculpted like you were made for him to worship.  

you both had often dabbled in boudoir photography, at first it was about him claiming cheekily that he needed material for when he was away. but it turned into a regular occurrence in your relationship. it took some getting used to because you weren’t that comfortable in your body at the beginning of your relationship. but with time you grew more confident with yourself. he’s always thought you looked amazing no matter what, but what he loved the most was you in natural lighting. the golden hues on your body, accenting all your dips and features. your moles, stretch marks, cellulite, just you in all your glory. 

jake made you feel like you were made to be worshipped and you loved it. that’s how you found yourself on your shared bed with the words “mine” and “jake’s pretty baby”. 

“Such a pretty baby” 

“No”

“what do I only take pictures of? hmm? answer me or I won’t let you touch yourself”

as much as this and the answer that he wanted to hear embarrassed you, you knew he wasn’t joking. “you only take pictures of pretty things” you say in a quiet voice. knowing you’d have to repeat it as soon as it came out of your mouth. 

to your disdain he gave you a knowing look, it’s like he knew you were too embarrassed to say it. he wants you to say it louder. so you can believe it. 

“come on now, I think you can say it louder than that. do you want me to write pretty baby on your chest too?” pulling the camera away from his face just enough, with a look of faux thought on his face. 

“no that’s okay” you say in a shy voice. 

“hmm but I think you need it. I don’t think you know your my pretty baby.”

automatically putting his camera down, going to pick up a lipstick tube to write the words “pretty baby” on your chest. to your disappointment he uttered the words “wait I need to get something real quick”

you didn’t think you could last any longer, feeling antsy. “all this waiting and for what” all this waiting was leaving you restless. just the thought of having you pictures taken with almost nothing on was already leaving you with an ache. knowing you have the words “mine”, “jake’s pretty baby”, & now “pretty baby” on your chest. it really did something, it left an itch you couldn’t wait to scratch. 

“what was that? I thought I heard you say something?” he came back into your room with something behind his back. 

“nothing baby. nothing important.”

“hmm but I think patience is important. don’t you think so pretty baby.” he said with a knowing smile. he’d heard what you had said loud and clear, but didn’t think you’d deserve a small punishment. at least not right now when his baby wasn’t feeling good. 

that’s when you finally see the hand mirror in his grasp. 

“you have to see my handy work baby, you look so good with my words on you. maybe then you’ll see yourself how I see you.” 

after you’ve been coaxed to look into the mirror and at your chest, jake walks back to where his camera and takes one last photo of you looking at yourself with pride. he thinks that’s one of his favorites. he then sits in a chair he placed in front of your shared bed, with his camera on stand by for what’s to happen next. 

seeing he’s not standing anymore with his camera you slowly lower the hand mirror, looking at him confused. 

“now that I’m feeling like your pretty baby what next? huh? are you gonna touch me now?” you say with a small sly smile while looking through your lashes. attempting to look enticing to him. even though you’ve looked like that to him this whole time. 

“maybe later sweetheart. right now I want you to touch what’s mine. do you mind if I take pictures? if not I can just watch you.”

“no. I want you to watch me.” you say with a shy smile. 

“okay, whatever my sweetheart wants my sweetheart gets.” he says getting up to put his camera in his bag. 

“start by taking off what you have on, slowly. be careful with the words sweetheart I wanna see those too.”

with a smile you proceed to slowly take off whatever undergarments you have on slowly, just how he likes it. but you can’t seem to wait so you hastily take your underwear off smearing the word “mine” and the arrow pointing towards your crotch. 

“uh uh uhhh what’d I tell you about going slow? that’s why you accidentally smeared my pretty words on you. so impatient. but it’s okay, come here so I can fix it.”

sighing you get up, but an idea pops into your head. this’ll be your chance to get him to put his hands on you. so you can use them for your own desires. you shuffle towards him with this thought. maybe you could coax him into touching you. 

after grabbing you by the hips, he squeezes one side while he grabs a wipe from beside his camera bag to wipe off the smeared word and arrow. having his pretty hands on you excites you even more, you’ve been thinking about his hands since the start of your little photoshoot. how long his fingers are and how they reach all the places you can’t. how they grab you and run over your body. how he uses them to turn you on, he knows how much you like them. 

“after your done maybe you can finger me open. how does that sound?” you said with a hopeful glint in your eyes. 

“it sounds a bit impatient if you ask me. you’ll just have to wait. can’t you touch yourself for me? huh sweetheart. I know you can.” he asks while putting the finishing touches to the arrow pointing to your crotch. 

“now go lay down and make yourself comfy. you’re gonna be touching yourself for a while. at least until you answer my question the way I want you to.”

“but that’s no fair. but only if it’ll get your hands on me later. that’s the only reason why I’ll do it.”

“such a good baby for me. now I want you to touch you neck for me. and drag your fingers down to your tummy slowly. yeah just like that.” 

you let out a whine because you see him palming himself through his pants, wanting nothing more than him to be touching you and fucking you right. 

“sweetheart I know you want me, but this is all about you. need to focus on you not me”

you let out a displeased sound but take it as a sign to agree with him. anything that’ll get you closer to get him next to you. 

“now run your fingers over your crotch and collect some of your arousal, need to get your hands wet. won’t feel good if your hands aren’t wet.” he says with a chuckle. 

“touch your crotch for me. that’s right.”

he frowns slightly when he sees you struggling. hips bucking into your own touch, but not getting enough pleasure from your own hands. you’ve gotten so used to jake and his ability to make you cum and feel good that your touch doesn’t feel as good as his does. 

“it’s not fair! you know I can’t do it by myself. I need help! come help me, please” you draw out your last word in hopes he does. 

“I guess I can help you.” sighing and mumbling something about how he can never keep his word after he says no to you. getting up to go towards you shaking his head. 

“scoot up some love. make room for me.”

moving up you smile at him, laughing at the thought of you having him wrapped around your finger. and that he is. but the said can be said about you. 

looking at you expectantly he says, “sweetheart. you know you have to use your words. just because you’ve been staring and my hands since we’ve started doesn’t mean I’ll give you what you want without asking.” 

“but… you know I get embarrassed.” you say looking away from his gaze. feeling fingers on your jaw pulling your gaze back on him. 

“come on, you know you’re not gonna get anything from me without asking. I could get up and leave you here right now and you can try to get off by yourself.”

“fine. I- I need your fingers. just give me something please” you say with your hands covering your face. and that was good enough for him. 

you look through your fingers at him when you feel his hands on your thighs. slowly running up your thighs spreading them to get to the part where you need him the most. but not before leaving kisses and bites in his wake. finally he puts his hands on your crotch, running his fingers up and down yourself before letting his fingers enter you. 

letting out a guttural moan of relief, you plead with him to go faster. it doesn’t take long to reach your high, it just feels so good that you can’t help but cum fast. all of your arousal has been building up since the beginning of this session, one touch and you could cum on the spot. urgently you let him know that you’re about to cum so he doesn’t take your orgasm away for not telling him. 

after keeping his fingers in you, slowly thrusting to let you come down from your high he smiles at you gently. “see pretty baby, you looked so good while you were cumming for me.” 

“let get you cleaned up, but I wanna do something first” 

“what are you gonna do? you gonna fuck me now?! you still haven’t cum yet.” you say with hope in your voice. 

“I don’t know how to tell you but…” 

now that you try to remember, you thought you had seen him humping the bed while he was fingering you. 

“I must be so pretty that just fingering me made you want to cum too huh??” you say with a certain joking glint in your eye while chuckling. 

“shut up, don’t forget I can deny you later. you can get off yourself if you get needy later.” he says with a pout. knowing full well he’d give you whatever you want whenever you want it. 

“but before we get you cleaned up you need to see something for me.” 

helping you get up with wobbly legs, he guides you to your shared bathroom and stops in front of the mirror. 

“want you to look at yourself. see how amazing you are.” as he grabs a washcloth to soak it in warm water. while wiping you down he tells you to watch yourself in the mirror. pointing out everything he likes about you. everything you’ve been feeling conscious about and more. 

“do you still want to continue sweetheart? we don’t have to if you don’t want to. or we could look at all the pretty pictures I took of you.”

⋆ JOSHUA ⏤ stretch marks; he never understood the hate around stretch marks anyway. soft fingers trace the lines scattered on your belly, shoulders, hips and elsewhere. it's a habit he has developed, to slip his hands under the waistband of your pants and feel the lines under his fingerprints. it's calming and it grounds him to earth, a wordless reassurance that he's ok and that you are there. a frown decorates his face as you complain about them. but he cuts you off, telling you how much he loves your marks, and he's not saying it because he has to, but because he genuinely feels that way. because he loves you for you.

⋆ JUN ⏤ smile; more than anything else he loves to make you smile and laugh. and if you try to hide your smile, he'll remove your hands and kiss your lips. if you try to tone down your laughter or laugh in a different way, he'll tickle you. jun loves you in the most authentic form. he frowns when you tell that you've never liked your smile or laughter. how could anyone hate a smile? that too, yours? he'll never understand that. he shakes his head, telling you that you look beautiful always. he loves it when you smile into kisses, to taste your happiness on his tongue, to feel your smile, to be the reason behind your laughter. his love heals your inner child.

⋆ SOONYOUNG ⏤ nose; soonyoung is filled with so much love that it pours out through his finger tips. and he can't help but boop your nose all the time. if you do something he finds adorable, he'd crush you into a hug before showing cute aggression all over your face. he pinches your nose, cradling your face and kisses the tip. but he's overcome with so much love that he doesn't really know how to contain it. he rubs his nose against yours and there's something so intimate about it to him. he will cry if you tell that you don't like your nose. and he's very passionate about proving that it is beautiful. no days pass by without his compliments and kisses.

⋆ WONWOO ⏤ acne; he has eyes for the little details. he notices any small changes too. if you get acne before your periods, he'll notice it and remind you. and it's kind of cute to him, little spots that grow on your face and when they're tinted a bit red or brown. kisses your skin, feeling the texture with his lips. and if he gets any pimples too, he'll introduce it to your pimples. he's goofy like that. stares at you like you're the night sky, connecting your acne like constellations with his fingertips and feeling like he touched the sky with his bare hands. he doesn't allow you to be insecure ever, always appreciating you no matter what. life is too short to care about small pimples anyway.

⋆ JIHOON ⏤ dark circles; whether it's by lack of sleep or genetics, he loves them. eyes are the window to the soul, and sometimes those emotions can seep out, staining the skin around your eyes. or maybe, it's a gift passed down by your ancestors. he's worried that you are not getting enough sleep but if it's normal, he finds them attractive. he caresses it under his thumb, kissing your eyes. he doesn't get why you want to hide them. why would you want to hide your moon-kissed eyes? they're beautiful, you're beautiful and you're his muse. it makes you look serene, your smoky eyes brings a calmness that only the moon could do. he writes about your eyes often, a secret serenade.

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⋆ MINGYU ⏤ tummy; there's a certain happiness that blooms in his heart when he notices you've gained weight. it's both an affirmation of his culinary skills and his love for you. his large hand lays gently on your bloated stomach, thumb caressing the skin beneath. he sometimes loves to lay on your tummy as well, and lull to sleep to the faint sound of your heart beat. his hands always find your stomach, making a home for it within his hands. he frowns, when you try to hide yourself. he assures with you a kiss to your belly and the next you find a note from him. “oh, muse of the ancient Grecians, what I would do to carve your curves on marble, and in my heart that belongs to you.”

⋆ SEOKMIN ⏤ thighs; his hands are molded to the soft curves of your body. a warm feeling vines from your chest, seeping through out your body when he touches the soft flesh of your thighs. whether it's when he's driving, he's making love to you, it makes you feel loved. a furrow nestles between his brows and his beautiful lips pull down when you express your dislike for them. he listens to you and responds that he finds them beautiful and that he wishes you can see yourself from his eyes. his head lays on your lap, heavy with worries and sorrows. only the soft plush of your thighs can provide him comfort. he nestles on your thighs, content with the solace they can provide him.

⋆ SEUNGKWAN ⏤ freckles; angel-kissed skin, diamonds painted on your skin with colors spilled by the universe. seungkwan's hands ache to touch your skin, and trace the tiny specks littered all over it. the gentlest of his kisses are reserved for your freckles. the brush of his lips, and the tender adoration swirling in his eyes is enough to lift any insecurity. even during cuddles, his hands find purchase on the freckles. a long finger tracing each and every speck of it. the first time he realised he's in love with you was when he looked up at the night sky. but all he could think of was you, stars littered on the vast canvas of the sky. after all, what's a night sky without stars?

⋆ VERNON ⏤ chest; now, he adores you. he loves you, your mind and your heart. he cannot bear the blame for the fact that your breasts are in front of your heart. and who could blame him anyway? his ear presses into your chest after a long day. the rhythm of your heart serves as a lullaby, making slumber creep upon his bones. his hands are somehow, always, under your shirt. they fondle, squeeze and trace your breasts. vernon doesn't care whether your breasts are big or small. he simply loves them. after all, they make home for him in all ways he thinks he doesn't deserve. but you know better, he has a home inside your heart, anyway.

⋆ CHAN ⏤ height; his heart skips a beat every time he has to look up to meet your eyes. he leans his head on your shoulders, content with how easily your bodies fit together. your hand around his shoulders gives him all the comfort he ever needs. you don't have to voice out your insecurities for chan to hear them. he sees it in the ways you make yourself smaller, a bit more “acceptable.” that's why he always makes sure to let you know that he loves you just the way you are. you don't need to take up smaller space when you deserve all the big things. you don't have to fit in any beauty standards. you fit in his hands and in the nooks and crooks of his heart. that's all that matters.

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♡ Warnings: oral sex (m & f receiving), swallowing, nibbling, kissing, marking, spanking, doggystyle, nipple play, tit sucking, dry humping, riding, manhandling, some dom vibes, rough sex, unprotected sex, cumplay, hair grabbing, mirror sex

♡ Hongjoong ♡

Hongjoong loves your body, that isn’t even a question, but the first thing he noticed about you was that pretty face of yours and that’ll never stop being his absolute favorite thing about you. You have the sort of eyes he could get lost in forever and a smile that gives him butterflies every time he looks at you. Don’t even get him started on how kissable your cheeks are. They’re always so soft and fluffy, especially when his cock’s buried between them, your glossy lips wrapped around his thickness as your head rocks up and down his length. He likes to stroke your cheeks while you look up at him, feeling them flutter around him, your tongue squirming against the throbbing veins of his cock. Nothing’s hotter to him than seeing your cheeks get even fluffier when they’re all filled up with his cum right before you swallow him down like the good girl that you are. 

♡ Seonghwa ♡

Seonghwa has made such a habit of tracing your stretch marks with his fingertips that it’s become a mindless act at this point. You’ll never have to feel shy or ashamed when you discover new ones because he finds them beautiful. It’s to the point where he doesn’t even need to have his eyes on them to know they’re there. On days when you’re feeling a little insecure he likes to take you into the bedroom and bend you over right in front of the full length mirror. He’ll grab your hair, not letting you take your eyes off of your teary eyed reflection for a second. Not only does he want you to see how you take his cock better than anyone else ever has. He wants you to see how hot those stretch marks look riding your curves. He whispers words of praise to you that only make your nipples stiffer and your pussy wetter. By the end of it all you’re leaking enough to make a little puddle on the floor and you’ve cum so hard you can barely talk but you feel like the hottest girl in the world. 

♡ San ♡

San’s been staring at your ass all day. It doesn’t matter if you’re wearing the tightest dress possible or a loose fitting pair of sweatpants. He knows what a perfect ass you have and anytime it's in his line of vision he gets the irresistible urge to touch it. That’s why he has to do everything not to cum too soon when you’re bent over in front of him, your knees buried in the mattress and your ass poked up in the air begging him to spank it. The recoil the first time he thrusts his cock into you is enough to make him drool. Your ass jiggles so wonderfully when he fucks you like this, your walls clamping down around him each time he slaps your ass to tell you how well you’re taking him. The sound of his palms snapping against your skin is so heavenly. The only thing better is digging his fingers into your plush ass when you’re both about to cum. It feels so soft and warm beneath his touch that he doesn’t want to let go. 

♡ Yeosang ♡

Yeosang never lets you think for one second that you were too big to get on top. He loves to grab you by those plush hips and pick you up. The perfect place to set you down is always in his lap, kissing you hungrily while you ride his cock. Your hips are so soft and full, the perfect thing to squish during sleepy morning sex when neither of you are in a rush to get anywhere and you’re riding him slowly, savoring the feeling of his length throbbing deep within your pussy. Your hips are also perfect for when he wants to get more dominant, that extra cushion letting him grab you as hard as you like while he manhandles you. With his hands controlling your hips every move you make is under his control. He can keep you right where he wants you, pounding his cock harder and deeper into a pussy that’s just so dripping and needy that he can’t stop. Afterwards he’ll always massage your hips, still keeping a hold on them as you come down from your high, your soft body cuddled up to his.

♡ Jongho ♡

Jongho pretends that he doesn’t like to cuddle but you know better than anyone else what a lie that is. His favorite thing to do is to lay in bed with his arms wrapped around your curvy figure and his head resting on your pillowy breasts. On rare occasions it’s enough to put him to sleep but those occasions are very rare. More often than not he finds himself trailing kisses across your cleavage, his bulge rubbing against your leg as his tongue dips between your breasts, tickling the sensitive skin. It gets him even harder when you aren’t wearing a bra and he can freely take handfuls of your breasts, rolling your stiff buds between his fingertips while hushed moans dance from your lips. He kisses them through your clothes at first, teasing your nipples through your thin shirt until the material’s damp. The second your shirt’s pushed up, your breasts bouncing free, his lips are wrapped around your buds, licking and sucking them to the point that your panties are drenched and you’re silently begging him to fuck you. 

♡ Yunho ♡

Yunho doesn’t care what you call them. Love handles, rolls, whatever. Call them what you like as long as you remember that he’s such a sucker for them. There’s no need for shapewear or only putting on clothes that hide them. Yunho wants them on full display. In fact, it’s best when you’re in nothing but a bra or completely naked so that his large hands can spend all the time they want exploring your body, worshiping your love handles with his touch so that you feel just how sexy he finds them. It’s so hot for him when you’re laying side by side, one of your legs wrapped around his waist, his cock inching into you as his hands ride up and down your form. This way he can grip your sides tighter, tilting you back to drill into your sweet spot at the perfect angle. Or he can wrap his arms around you completely, keeping you so close to him that he can feel every single detail of your pussy as you clench him so tightly, your juices leaking down his cock, making a total mess of the both of you. 

♡ Wooyoung ♡

Wooyoung is feral for your thighs. It’s especially bad when the two of you are at home and you decide to walk around in nothing but your panties, your delicious thighs on full display just ready to be praised. He’s on you in no time, pinning you down on the bed or the couch to kiss and nibble on them until he hears you letting out those cute little giggles that he loves so much. It never stops there though. The kisses always deepen until his tongue’s running along your smooth skin, leaving hickeys behind as he suckles at your tender flesh. Before you know it his fingers have found their way between your thighs, tugging your soaked panties to the side to play with your plump clit, his tongue at the ready to lap at your juices. He’ll spend as long as he can like this, his tongue buried inside of you, your thighs wrapped around his neck, eating you out until you’re gushing all over. Once you're spent, he takes the initiative to clean you up. Every single time it’s with his tongue and he won’t stop until he’s tasted every bit of you.  

♡ Mingi ♡

Mingi has such a thing for your belly that it’s not even funny. It’s better than any plushie in the world when it comes to comforting him when he’s stressed or just giving him something nice to cozy up to. This man will take every opportunity available to squish your belly and is super vocal with you about how much he adores it. It doesn’t matter to him if you gain a little weight, that only means that your belly will be even softer to touch and kiss in whichever position he chooses. Mingi’s always had his kinks but being with you has led to the discovery of a new one. After you’ve cum—and he always makes sure you cum first—he likes to rub the leaky tip of his cock through your slick folds, arousal dripping down your perky clit as he strokes his cock over top of you. His eyes are glued to your twitchy little pussy, your belly just bouncing against the head. Once he’s right at the edge he likes to move up to your belly, tapping his cock against it to watch it jiggle so beautifully as hot, white ropes of his seed spill all over you.

heeseung world laugh when you push up against him, kissing up the side of his neck “maybe you should go ask your boy friend”. he’d let you try your hardest to get his attention. he’d kiss back, but not the way you’d usually like. he’d be handsy, tracing your body in a way that’s possessive. he’d restrict the way you move, the way you kiss him back. he knows what you like, so he’d make sure he reminds you, sucking alllll the right spots. he’d edge you a bit, halting the way his fingers move or the snap of his hips. at the same time he’d punish you a little—he wouldn’t hold your hand, fucking you into the mattress. he wants you to remember how good it was the next time you walk into work, praying you fantasize about it. maybe your friend will ask about the hickies—maybe it’ll keep him in his place.

it would take a lot of jay to be jealous, but if he is he’s on you like glue on paper. hes paying attention to you a little more, playing with your nipples the way he knows you like. hes sucking up and down your neck possessively. he doesn’t threaten you with affection, or question your loyalty. that’s not his style. he won’t treat you like you’d cheat, but he’s dedicated to proving to you that no one else would know your body the way he does. he might focus on your body more than he’d focus on himself. he gets his frustration out by focusing on how good he pleasures you because no one will ever treat you this well. he’s sure of it and he’ll let you know a hundred times. he doesn’t wanna argue that no one else will take care of you, he wants you to know how much he appreciates you—and when he fucks you he needs you to remind him.

jake on the other hand you’ll need to explain to. he needs you to suck him off for him to feel appreciated, needing every word out of your mouth to be affection. he needs to hear how much you love him, how no one else will be a better boyfriend, a better lover. he’d move away from your kisses—but only a little. he’d laugh a little when you’d complain, giving in with a plush slightly wet smooch. yes i still push my sub jake agenda. everything jake would do for you? he’d mock your work boyfriend, bringing him up. “i hope your other boyfriend doesn’t do this for you.” “don’t be stupid, jake.” he’d joke about it, but he would truthfully want to ask you to be a little careful with how you interact with him from now on. he’d suck and lightly graze his teeth on your breasts, paying extra attention on the parts of you he likes the most. he’d work through acts of service after the fact, pulling up to work at lunch just to kiss your temples and introduce himself. yes she has a boyfriend, yes i’m committed.

#NSFW whenever you lay beside each other in bed, he pulls a thigh over his waist just to feel the warmth and comforting weight of your leg. he’d keep a hand on the mid of your outer thigh, holding it tightly. he’d squeeze and run his hand up and down your thigh in time with the way his lips move against yours. when you move up to straddle his waist he bites his bottom lip before striking the side of your thigh with a fast heavy hand. he’d only pull you closer to him or further down by your thighs, squeezing them whenever your hips grind down on his.

“come here baby.”

“you like that?”

“you look so good, fuck y/n.”

he likes watching the way they lightly shake and jiggle with each thrust or bounce. he tightly holds the underside of your thighs to keep you close, just liking the warmth they produce. if he’s giving head he likes how they squeeze around his head, the warmth swallowing him up. he’d experimentally lightly bite the inner side of them with his teeth enough to catch your attention, constantly showering the inner side with deep pushing kisses. he’d excitedly ask you about thigh-fucking, his eyes glowing with a silly smile on his face, he’d watch how your thighs tightly hug his dick with each thrust, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.