Big dick Changbin who loves to fuck your boobs, getting cum all over them as he groans, playing with them afterwards
Big dick Changbin who fucks you into the mattress, hand pushing into your hair and he fucks deep into you
Big dick Changbin who loves grinding into your ass is your cooking or cleaning, bending you over
Big dick Changbin who praises into your ear about how good and deep your taking his cock, with his veiny hand circling your clit
Big dick Changbin who loves seeing your pussy stuffed above him, riding all over his cock. He loves watching the pudge of his cock in your tummy, touching it with his hand
Big dick Changbin who loves making you squirt all over him, his cock directly hitting your sweet spot each thrust
Big dick Changbin who has a lot of stamina, going rounds after rounds
How I think Stray Kids Members would date a Plus Size girlfriend ~ Hyungline
Maknae line
-Bang Chan
This man deadlifts 350lb....do you think it's only for our benefit????? NAH this boy got an actually plus size gal in his minds eye. Large arms, soft shoulders, STOMACH, back???, calves???!?!?!?! Why does no one talk about calves!?! Where this man can man handle and grab and pull to his hearts delight and not break her. Lord knows one spank from him would probably break someone's pelvis if it didn't have padding.... Now I do think he would need to work on himself internally on some of his "complexes" and self image and self confidence?? I love this man to death, but you'd be reassuring him just as much as he is you. He went from the body checking capital of the world to the plastic surgery capital of the world at a formative age; it fucks with your head.
But he would love you, becoming friends would be faster than blinking, but I get the vibe it takes a while to fully trust? He trusts too easily and has been hurt by it in the past so he needs to know that you're gonna he there for him as he is you. He would 100% be the bf to make sure that there are clothes you can wear in his closet but not say anything. He's conscious of how he has insecurities and understands that it takes more than kissing it better and a love making session. It takes work. And he'd be there to remind you every step of the way how much he loves you.
-Minho
This quiet man might surprise you. Now I don't think he'd be the first to come to mind when possibility dating a plus size gf, but this man is a intelligent one. He is introspective, quiet, understanding. He is one of those people in life that either body size wouldn't even cross his mind when dating you, or he would be very conscious of it. Not in a bad way of course.
He is just very concerned about you in how people treat you because of your size, not liking that he gets treated so special cuz he happened to end up being traditionally handsome. Where he sees the mistreatment you deal with and feels protective over you. So he plans ahead, makes sure the restaurant has chairs without arms, would rather people look at him and how OH LOOK ITS LEEKNOW than make you uncomfortable that you think people are staring.
If diets and conversation around diets make you uncomfortable I can see him changing the topic even around the members if you're there. He wants you to be happy and comfortable around him. While he isn't very affectionate or loud about his love its just as deep.
Also.....you got the best ass even if its flat
-Changbin
I think for someone who goes to the gym as much as he does he would understand if someone was having bad experiences tied to it? Like he is paid to work out and have a nutritionist and a stylist and all these team members. Not everyone has that. So he wouldn't pressure you into going with him unless you wanted to go. If you did though he'd be the first one to brag to everyone that you can out-leg press him. It would be the first thing in the group chat in all caps.
Dating Changbin, it is so domestic? I imagine? Like you start dating and he is just this big ol' teddy bear and he would feel so honored if you let yourself be timid around him. Being plus size (insecure or not) you have to have a thick skin, you grow to defend yourself, you protect your heart because people have been cruel and society is a bitch. In doing so the walls are a bit higher, and the fortress is a bit more imposing. But with Binnie, he is a hug that is open anytime anywhere. The absolute pride in his man once you allow yourself to lean on him, or dare to lay on his chest while cuddling? ahhh thats the good stuff
I also think he would be the first one to defend you, knowing the boys love language is poking fun he wouldn't have it if it was you. Be prepared to be presented with one of the boys' heads in a headlock by Binnie if they say anything. He is your knight in shinning armor and will make sure you are laughing and smiling and having a good time. Also he like chan feels more at ease knowing you aren't gonna break if you two get up to something more rough or naughty in the bedroom. Even on a more innocent path just knowing you aren't gonna judge him for how he looks like he doesn't judge yours makes his heart soar.
-Hyunjin
Hyunjin I think would have the most obstacles in regard to dating someone of size. Not that I don't think he wouldn't, but I think with the Korean beauty standard he has a lot of internal stuff he needs to work out before he could be in a healthy relationship. He knows what its like to be judged on only by how you look. He wouldn't want that for you or any of his friends, so I think he would be friends to lovers? You are a great deal of a reality check for him, when he gets very internal and in his head about stuff he goes to you.
So by the time he figures out he has a crush on you his entire art book has already started to look like Renaissance drafts of plus-size women. Starts seeking out media and art that reminds him of you. I don't even think hes conscious that he's doing it? I think it feels like an itch he can't scratch just right and its driving him insane because he doesn't know how to pin down this feeling. Not in art, not in lyrics, it evades him. Till he is standing in front of you, at your apartment, with an Idol worthy bouquet of flowers. Opening his heart and hoping you don't reject him.
Which....would never happen? Your relationship is one of the ages, he writes songs about you, and draws you constantly. In-person he has to be near you, even as simple as playing with your jewelry or showing you memes on his phone while you eat silently side by side. It is a love that is comfort, its like warm clothes out of the dryer for hyunjin.
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12:52am.
Nothing but the hum of a song long forgotten playing on the vinyl player from your shared bedroom. Not even the name is remembered, only the simple melody it provides as background aura.
The smell of warm vanilla and faint citrus fill the air, candles surrounding the bathtub admitting a soft light only romance novels could write. Except, it’s not on a page, it fills the present moment, consumes both parties.
Whispers of kisses trail slowly from one shoulder to the other, tracing nonsense into the flesh of your back as eyes flutter shut, enjoying the tranquility of each other's breathing, sounds and body warmth above the heat of the bubble mountained water.
Hands intertwining on thighs pressed together in the small but just right tub for the two bodies cuddled closely, enjoying the intimacy of the atmosphere with little to no words spoken.
Sometimes when you share the bath, the rain drizzles slowly down the window, or maybe it’ll hit the panes with a force so harsh it drowns out the music. Either way, you both bask in its comfort, it's a welcoming sound that creates an ambience that only feels right shared with each other - no one else.
Because you are his, and he is yours. No one comes close, and the subtle clink of wine glasses, exchanged mutual laughter that spills from your lips, the way the goosebumps appear when fingers dance along sunkissed skin, daring to inch closer to where you would move to silken, snug sheets, exploring each others bodies like it was the first time all over again.
“Bin..”
“Say it again, say my name.”
“Changbin..”
No touch is unfamiliar, and welcomed with open arms, a warm, safe feeling. The trust in each other built over years of late night conversations, where only each other and the moon can hear. The whispers of love and affection that only grows deeper with each day spent together.
This bath in particular, that started at 12:38am, after the affinity spent after an evening of good food, a walk along the canal and back home to the familiarity of bodies, every freckle, mark and response to each touch. Each kiss, to the lips, the neck. The heart - a personal favourite that is always and never forgotten, followed with:
“My heart, forever and always.”
To the chest, breasts, arms. No portion of either’s bodies untouched by affection, by longing and need. There’s lust too, sure. But only longing and yearning for the person each other knows so well, so profoundly.
Torso, gripped with gentle but firm fingers, back arched off the bed as only things spoken in a confession box could be forgiven for, are performed like an act practiced for years. Because, he knows your body more than anyone else. Maybe even you, yourself too.
Emotions only spoken through actions, fingers intertwined on soft pillows, the rocking of the bed and mutual hums mixing together in a melody. Kisses shared not desperate, but sensually and knowingly. Faint touches lasting longer than usual, bodies fitting together perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle.
Sparks that only emit from the pure love and doting of each others chemistry, the pants and moans of longing, needing of one another’s attention filling the room - the smell of sex being the remains of the evening in the air.
The running of water in the bath fills the atmosphere, breaking the comfortable silence of breaths of recovery. Bubbles to hide the sins of what previously had been shared, the splashing of water dangerously threatening to spill over the sides as giggles of relief from the feeling of hot water calming muscles down.
Which brings us to now, where you both bask in the comfort once again of each other's bodies. Nothing sexual, but more yearning, his hands trailing your body in the usual maps drawn out in your skin. Your own wrapped around the one settled above your chest, hugging it close, as if he could leave you at any moment.
But, Changbin wouldn’t dream of that. You’re his soulmate, his other half that completes him. Corny, but accurate enough to bypass any doubt you may have.
The words whispered not anything short of the absolute truth:
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
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・❥ author’s note: stole this song from my bff’s playlist ... and a lot more other songs actually... she and i ended up thinking of which skz member fits this and the other songs LOL
・❥ overview: late night road trips offer so much solace, a good way to keep your head off things that trouble you. you can go by yourself, you can be with someone. this comfort is washed away as you tell changbin what he didn't want to hear from you during your road trip together.
・❥ themes: yearning, angst, one-sided love
・❥ word count: 1.8k words
flowing so smoothly like a stream, the late night ride was just like that. the occasional flickering of the road lights were not noticeable by you as you drove elsewhere, to wherever your consciousness will be leading you to. even the soft and mellow music playing on the radio is barely audible to you.
you were so focused yet so distracted on the road.
there you were on the road with your red convertible, silently driving at a slower pace than you usually go for. the wind, as if your lover, kisses your bare skin all over. the cold wind does not seem to want to leave you alone, even when the stoplight is the same hue of your car. clingy type much?
the chilly night offered so much comfort for you, like it always does. out of all the feelings a person could feel in their lifetime, this will always be, without a doubt, the feeling you would always choose to wallow in.
the person who is always known to be very jolly and outgoing is actually the most silent and perhaps solemn person you know. so loud yet at the same time so calm; you, that’s you.
which is why the spectacular artist sitting in your passenger seat can never get used to all the times you are not like your usual outgoing self. sometimes, some are even scared when you are not like that. it’s not that you’re letting them sense an impending doom— your pent up anger, they assume— but rather this is just you when you are comfortable with the person you’re with. a bit ironic, isn’t it? but that’s why he liked you among the rest.
raw, genuine— you. it’s always you that he admired. the person whom he met at the nearby restaurant you were working at. the person who chased him under the rain when he left his phone on the table after dining. the person who always, always, always beams him the most beautiful smile he has ever laid his eyes upon. someone who harbored as if the same mindset as his, god, how breathtaking can you be?
“pay me with an autograph maybe?” he remembers this line so vividly as if that nostalgic memory of his had just occurred this morning. sure, it may be a cliché starting point but changbin can never shrug off the laugh you let out after joking lightheartedly. it was as if he encountered such a composition he has been looking for so long, it felt like he had just won the lotto. the tunes of every instruments can never compare to such a melodious laugh he has since yearned to hear once more.
sneaky but obvious, changbin dropped by the restaurant whenever he can, sometimes dragging along with him his friends. whenever he can is equivalent to almost every single day. were you oblivious to it? perhaps, hehe.
changbin is always in for a good time and so are you. events on the same page of the same book, it always feels like a fantasy whenever he is with you. a fever dream that feels like cherry blossoms raining down gloriously on the road. everything beautiful, everything wonderful, changbin associated each and every single thing to you.
loneliness, a horrible, horrible feeling to experience. changbin hated going through such. but even in moments of silence like this, as long as it’s with you, as long as it’s you, not any ounce of loneliness is capable of overwhelming him.
oh, man, he fell hard without him noticing.
at this point, he’s unsure of how he is able to keep his feelings hidden. he would be so loud and open about his matters and thoughts but with you, he just couldn’t express how whipped this man is for you. without him realizing, he has written a couple songs about you which he deliberately hides from his members whenever he feels like he is about to get caught. some have lived their life with the company of a serene melody, some still stationed in a paper, some unfinished.
like he always questions, how were you able to captivate him like this?
tonight, he sensed something wrong. though he still is adjusting with your silence, he knows when it is a comfortable silence.
but tonight wasn’t anything like that. it felt heavy for some reason that even changbin isn’t sure of. he knows that your way of expressing comfortability is through your warm and calm silence however why does it feel off this time? the puzzle just won’t fit as changbin is unsure which is the right piece for this.
two words, a question; he wanted to ask a simple what’s up? but it was buried deep in his throat that it felt uncomfortable— like he wanted to throw it all up for his own comfort. choking on his words, changbin didn’t seem to notice the sudden halt of the car near his studio.
“i’ll drop you off here, bin,” you softly tell him. “i’ll be going somewhere. i hope you don’t mind.”
“uh... no, not at all.” changbin awkwardly replied. he wanted to ask where, however his usual energy is missing and he doesn’t know why. it’s frustrating him already.
that was cut off, though, when you chuckled. “you must be curious where.”
changbin scoffs a little, his body turning to face you better after removing his seatbelt. “yeah, i am, thanks for saving me there. tell me about it.”
you both laughed, with changbin as if recording your laugh in his brain, registering it as the most wonderful melody he has ever heard so he can listen to it over and over again. he’s so smitten for you. it’s adorable.
“i’ll go... somewhere far away.” you grin at him, but it felt wrong. why was there a pause? why are you hesitating? changbin wanted to push away the worry that was starting to build up in his body. it made him uneasy.
“to where exactly?”
you shrug, “don’t know. just anywhere but here.”
“here?” changbin wondered.
“i already know, bin.”
know what? he wanted to ask but he didn’t want to know at the same time.
“that you like me.”
“you’re the best clown i ever met.” changbin spat out unconsciously, perhaps a defense mechanism. it caught you off guard, but not to the point that it offended you. you chortled, smiling at him.
“i am, i am, you’re right.” you removed your seatbelt as well, facing him fully this time with your cheek resting on the seat of your car.
“but bin,” a sad smile he saw on your lips, “we both know i’m not lying.”
this time, it was him who was silent.
“i think... you know my answer already.” you closed your eyes, facing upwards. the bitterness is flowing smoothly like your ride, like a stream.
“...i don’t think i need to know.” changbin does the same as you do. “go to wherever, heal yourself. you know i’ll always be here for you, even when here is not the place you want to go to.”
“i know...” you sigh, still maintaining a sad smile. “i might be a meanie if i say this, but who knows? maybe in the future?”
changbin scoffs lightheartedly, “that i also don’t think i need to hear.”
ironically, this is where the comfortable silence comes in. despite the heavy topic, the serious topic, it just felt comfortable for the two of you even if it was painful. perhaps this is just the calm before the storm— before the both of you start feeling the regret.
“this is annoying.” changbin exclaims lowly, to which you chuckled softly. “it is.”
“i just hope you’ll be happy, that isn’t something you really would find in me. i’m too broken to make someone happy.” you wish bitterly.
“you don’t have to do anything to make me happy, you know?” bin hungs his head, forehead resting on his palm gently. “being around you is already the best, what more can i ask for? you never left me alone.”
“i will now, though.” you face him slowly, a tear rolling down your cheek as you did so.
“don’t wait for me, bin.”
changbin felt all sorts of emotions— all the what if’s and could’ve been’s combined with the frustration and desperation fighting with one another of which will reign among him. he hated it, truly. a part of him wanted to continue hoping, but another part of him wanted to stop, to recognize that this is the end.
though he was happy that you are choosing to prioritize yourself, it felt like you were pushing him away. to push someone away is like leaving them, he didn’t like being left behind. especially by you whom he had confided so comfortably like he never did before.
changbin gently opens the door of the car, dismounting it before closing it gently. he didn’t have any energy to deal with this anymore and he didn’t want to force himself to do that.
“whatever you say,” he tried to smile. “don’t decide for me. i’ll wait for you, even if i stand a chance or not. whether or not i still want you to be mine or if i have moved on from this.”
this took you aback, almost gasping at his response while your tears continue to roll down.
“i’ll wait for you because i like having you around, so don’t decide for me, got that?” though changbin sounded firm, he was attempting to create a lively atmosphere despite all of the feelings lingering around. this doesn’t change the fact that he is serious with all of his proclamations for you.
“now wipe your tears and get going. your time starts now!” he chortles at you before running to the studio.
you couldn’t help but smile at this goofy moment that you will be missing terribly. as much as you wanted to accept him, you just weren’t ready to engage with anyone. there are too much scars adorning your soul that you need to heal. it would be better to say no than to self-sabotage and harm him. and you’re sure that he understands that.
but who knows, right? maybe some other time, some other occasion or whatnot.
betting on it, however, is neither of you’s priority at the moment. you both chose to just continue living your life. he enters the studio while you continue driving.
the chilly yet soothing wind that seemed to have deemed themself as your lover still never left you alone, bathing you in kisses that you wish you could feel from changbin.
how much he yearned for you, you yearned for him just as much. perhaps, it just was not the right time for the both of you.
you continue to drive farther away from him while he now struggles to sing every song he composed after basking in the glory of your iridescent existence.
