imagine Tom’s just starting to get a belly, and he looks in the mirror in the morning and he’s a little upset about it so he skips breakfast, but by dinner he is starving and he overeats and you tell him how sexy he is no matter what, you just want him to be fed and happy.
RAAAAA
As normal thank you @howtomflirts and @tomgrl for the help u guys are amazing!!
Over the few months you've been dating Tom you quickly became aware of Tom's eating habits. It was quite often you’d remind Tom he needed to eat when you realised he’d not eaten all day to caught up in his little world. He’d then eat a mountain of food and groan for hours later bloated and overfull.
A few months after dating him you got him into the routine of eating three meals a day. It was a struggle to get him to stick to it but he did.
One morning you wander into the bedroom where you see Tom with an old tshirt on staring at his refelction in the mirror
Walking over to him you place your hands around his belly and hug his back when you feel him tense.
“What's up baby?” you speak into his back voice muffled
You feel Tom moving your hands off his belly before moving away.
“Nothing wrong” he murmurs faking a smile but you see the way he looks at his reflection at his belly that's pressing gently into his t-shirt.
You'd noticed his slight weight gain a couple of weeks ago and truthfully you've been into watching his belly soften as he relaxes and gets into a healthy eating schedule.
“Listen I've gotta go to the studio I'll see you later” he kisses you quickly and you squeeze his waist before he leaves.
Stood in the bedroom blinking slightly confused at the hurried exit you realise he's not eaten any breakfast.
Tom arrives back late at night full of sorrys and a sheepish expression over his quick exit this morning.
“I brought takeaway as a sorry,” he says with an easy grin. “I hope you don't mind” he continues but I'm starving not eaten all-day.
“What the fuck Tom” scolding him gently “That's not good for you”
He smiles and blushes “Yeah whatever”
His mouth is full of food already and you only just plated yourself with the food. Toms already eaten half of his plate and he doesn't seem to be slowing down
“God I'm getting full” you look up when tom speaks he's eaten most of the food you was fine after one plate and he's on his fourth.
Toms belly is now rounded against his t-shirt emphasised by the fact he's leaning back in his chair as he struggles to finish the food.
“Don't finish your plate then baby” You move onto the floor kneeling as you place a careful hand on Tom's belly feeling the firmness but the new softness on his lower belly.
He finishes his plate off struggling as you massage his belly in a weird way you enjoy seeing him like this full and the way his shirt emphasises his belly.
“I've eaten so much I'm never doing that again” toms voice is whiny as he tries to relieve the tension from his jeans but fails.
“Why did you skip breakfast and lunch baby?” you ask curiously as you undo his belt feeling his belly push into your hand as you do so
Perhaps it's the fullness or embarrassment that causes Tom to blush slightly but he sighs and answers truthfully.
“I felt insecure about how I looked I've gained weight and this t-shirt doesn't fit the same so I tried to miss out on food today but I got so hungry and now I've eaten so much.”
“But why is it a bad thing that you've gained a little weight, Tom?” you massage a sensitive spot on his belly and he groans lowly.
“I dunno just always been super skinny and it feels weird seeing him with this and my jeans dig in to my belly when I eat”
You sigh gently “Tom you are the sexiest man I know hands down and this” you squeeze a love handle as you speak. “Shows that you're eating well and you are happy and somebody cares for you”
You lift his shirt and it rests on the smooth curve of his upper belly and you kiss it softly. “I also kinda think it's sexy”
The blush paints Tom's face highlighting the roundness of his cheeks and it takes your breath away over how Beautifull he looks in the light. He looks happy and content.
“You can't be serious thinking my belly is sexy look at it” toms voice sounds amused but in his eyes there's a hint of insecurity about his changing body.
sighing you grab toms hand and pull him towards the bedroom. “I mean it tom” You lovingly push him into the bed and settle between his thighs.
Slowly and carefully you lift his shirt to his chest and start to rub his belly feeling the warmth and softness under your hands. Toms eyes flutter closed and he groans the feeling relaxing him.
“Promise me you'll still eat proper meals Tom” you whisper. “You're not in your 20s anymore Tom you can't live off one meal a day eating three meals has caused you to gain weight because it's what your body needs.”
Tom nods feeling relaxed and full from his meal “Thank you” he sighs with a smile “for making me feel better and showing this” he points to his belly “is from your love”
You kiss his belly again smiling
“I love you,” you say against the curve of his belly
“I love you too,” Tom says placing a kiss on your hair
I’ve gotta feed him until his soft belly turns round and hard and he’s moaning and sweating slightly. Leaning back on his chair and has a hand on the top of his belly while I kiss his neck saying how much of a good boy he is. When I ask if he wants his dessert he looks at me as I straddle his thighs and push my hands into his belly slightly.
what would you do if tom filmed a mukbang 😋 what would be the thing(s) he eats and what would he talk about? aaaaand would he show his belly to be like look how full i am guys, i got fat 😙
@howtomflirts also inspired by ur Mukbang idea ily
He’d do different mukbangs about different foods he likes.
One would deffo be McDonald’s and big Mac’s and he’d talk about how he needs to eat four bcos one or two just don’t fill him up bcos he’s a big boy.
He’d also do a Taco Bell one and order half the menu because he was extra hungry that day.
Maybe he’d show his belly at the start before he eats and rubs it showing how nice and soft it is and then half way through eating he’d talk about how he can eat lots and lots of food.
Half way through he’d start to slow slightly and you can see off camera he’s massaging his belly trying to make room and he jokes about needing to loosen his belt .
As he finishes the last few burgers or tacos he leans back in his chair and you see his big hands resting on his belly and after eating he spends a couple of minutes just lied back his eyes closed moaning as he runs his hands over his belly.
Afterwards he stands up and his face is slightly flushed and his belly is pressing against his tshirt slightly and his belt dangles down where it was undone to give his belly room.
He lifts his shirt up and rubs it and it’s no longer soft it’s slightly hard from the food and only his lower belly has a bit of softness to it now. “I’ve gotten so fat again doing these mukbangs and because of tour” but there’s a playful grin as he says it and he seems to actually quite enjoy it.
Idk where to start the waist😋😋😋 the belly is that his belly button I can see bcos omfg I need to stick my tounge in it 🧎♂️
I wanna be the one who’s behind him feeling his belly and dick and whispering in his ear how he’s such a big boy and can have one more portion of food🫠🫠
you buy tom one of those big boxes of chocolates and he absentmindedly eats too many and asks you to rub his belly cause he has a stomach ache.
YES YES YES
Ok nobody be mean I’ve not wrote my own things since I was a teenager so I’m rusty
For @howtomflirts and @tomgrl my two fave ppl in the Tom belly gang 🫡🫡🫡
You see a massive box of chocolates while casually walking around a shop waiting for Tom to buy one of his stupid vapes when you notice the big chocolate boxes and you grin wanting to surprise Tom with it.
So when you see him head outside to smoke you buy it and ignore Tom's constant stream of questions and wait until you get back to the hotel.
Tom is lying down on the bed relaxing when you appear holding it behind your back with a big grin.
“What you hiding there?” Tom asks suspiciously
You show the box of chocolates
“It’s nothing much I know we said no presents but they are your favourite Tom” you say as you pass them and kiss him softly
Tom grins and kisses back eager as ever and opens them popping two into his mouth.
“You’re the best baby”
He stretches out an arm and brings you in close as he continues watching TV you sigh softly and rest your head on his shoulders and place a hand on his upper belly.
“Oh my god”
You look up to toms groan he’s holding his belly and realise you drifted off to sleep it’s now dark outside
“What’s up, Tom?” You ask slightly concerned at his grimace
“I ate all the chocolates and now my belly hurts”
You look at the chocolates and “Jesus” you think to yourself “That’s a lot of chocolate”
“Are you ok?” you ask worried and touch his belly feeling how slightly bloated he is.
“My belly hurts it's aching” Tom complains talking into my neck his voice whiny
I tut sympathetically “You shouldn't have been such a greedy boy then Tom” but you still rub his belly feeling a flicker of arousal at feeling how firm it is but the softness that still lingered at his lower belly.
“I couldn’t help it they were all so nice and I was bored waiting for you to wake up from your nap” Tom's fingers linger on his belt buckle like he's unsure if he should loosen his jeans.
Smiling at Tom's pouty face you take pity on him and sit up and undo his belt buckle feeling the heat grow in your belly at Tom's low moan of relief. Curiosity wins and you start to gently massage his belly
“That feels good baby keep going” toms voice is hoarse and slightly breathless as you trace his happy trail.
Feeling brave you move your leg over his thighs and settle your body weight over his thighs.
Softly you nuzzle your face into the waistband of his boxers “You look good like this” you murmur into his belly as you place kisses over his soft edges.
Tom's laugh is unfiltered and relaxed “What bloated and lazy” You just hide a cheeky grin into his belly.
“Shut up I mean it seriously you look hot I might buy you more chocolate”
collab with @letsbegaymikey for valentines 2024! 💌
(also, my new phone has recently been autocorrecting toms name to “tomorrow” or “tomato” all of a sudden. if you see a misplaced word, its supposed to just say tom 😭 but hopefully ive caught them all!)
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valentines this year is going to be a little different for you and your boyfriend, tom. he had taken you along for the current tour and honestly, you were not expecting anything too special. every other night on tour with him was going out to dinner and having sex in a hotel room, why would valentines day be any different?
tom surprises you with an extra special room with “the works”….
it was after dinner and you two were finishing up eating. it was kind of spur of the moment, mentioning going somewhere nicer for valentines day after tom plays his show with blink. you two had quickly googled anywhere nice that would be open that late with no reservations (and a place to buy nicer clothes, since you two hadnt packed any—) and ended up getting changed in the dressing room and heading out without saying goodnight to the crew or band.
you two had spent the evening giggling and fawning over one another. multiple times, tom had reached across the table to hold your hand and remind you how much he loved you. he even almost knocked over the rose and dainty glass vase sitting in the center between you two. you didn’t expect much this valentines day, since you two wouldnt be home, but a nice night out with tom, a break from greasy bar food and tshirts was nice.
the check was placed in the middle of the table and you reach out for it before tom swats your hand away.
“no way, i got it,” says tom. “i ate a steak the size of your head.”
“no tom, i wanna treat you!” you say, grabbing the pen and clicking it open. he reaches for your hand across the table again, knocking the pen away.
“you bought my shirt and tie earlier,” he reminds you, in a joking voice. “so let me get dinner, baby.”
“fine, but i’m ordering flowers and chocolate to our room for you,” you say, and he smirks a little as he pulls out his wallet.
“don’t do that, either.” he sets the check back down on the table, then raises his eyes to you. “i already took care of all of that.”
“what do you mean?”
“what, you thought i wasnt going to do anything for valentines day?” tom asks you. you blush a little and smile at him. “all im saying is, youre either going to love it, or youre going to hate it.”
the uber ride to wherever you two were going was exciting. it was like your birthday, right before the gifts come out— you knew you were getting something, you just werent sure what. tom had gotten your bags sent from the arena to the hotel, where he hadnt even told you where you guys were staying yet. you just knew that it was a hotel different from where the rest of the band was staying, as tom had went out of the way to book it for tonight.
the streetlights dance by as you travel, toms hand in yours as you both look out the windows. it was awkwardly quiet in the back of the car, really just the whirr of the ac and the infrequent shifting in the squeaky seats was all you could hear. the excitement grows in your stomach with every minute, every hotel passed, wondering what tom had in store for you.
you arrive in front of a huge, dated beige building. the driver takes you up to the circle drive in front of the main doors, and you look in and see a very 70s hotel lobby, complete with the orange-yellow carpeting.
“um, tom….?” you begin to say. he gets out of the car as you look through the car window into the hotel. he appears in front of your door and opens it for you. hes smiling a knowing grin as he holds his hand out for you.
you allow tom to take your hand and you climb out. the lighting in front of the doors was hideously yellow, adding to the vintage look. almost like a filter, like you were looking through yellow glasses lenses. the second tom opened the door, you could faintly smell cigarettes. it felt shocking to see modern magazines on the older furniture. if had been kept well, you knew someone would pay a pretty penny for it. there were several fake potted plants scattered around, in the corners of the lobby, at each end of the desk, and a few in the seating and lounge area. there was jazz playing on a speaker from somewhere in the lobby.
the carpet was surprisingly plush under your feet. tom walks up to the front desk and you trail behind him. the area looked dated, you will admit that— but it seemed somewhat clean. sure, the cigarette smell could have been soaked into the fabrics by now. but the carpet was clean and the front desk was wiped down. you could only imagine what the room you two were staying in would look like.
“— the honeymoon suite?” are the words you hear when you tune back into tom and the desk workers conversation.
“correct,” tom says, then looks over at you and smiles. tom collects the keys from the worker, who then tells you two that dessert will be brought up in half an hour.
“where did you take me?” you ask him, and tom just laughs.
“oh my god, i hope you love it,” he says as you two walk down the hall, looking for your room. “i saw the pictures online and i thought, ‘man, that looks tacky. theyll love it!’.”
the number plaque on the door in front of you was gold and punctuated with a heart. you feel the excitement once again as tom puts the keys into the door. he opens the room, and immediately your eyes are greeted by so much pink.
its a stark difference from the brown paneling and orange-yellow carpet of the hall. the bedroom was light, with white wallpaper and a purple carpet. as you get closer, you notice an intricate flower pattern on the walls. the bed was made up with many plush, frilly pink pillows and the sheets were a pink satin. there was a gorgeous canopy flowing down each post of the bed, a sheer pink material with great white bows bunching it to each post. the bed took up most of the room, there was a small closet with your suitcases pushed neatly in front of it. sprinkled across the floor and the foot of the bed were fake rose petals in red. on each side table there were pink pillar candles on a mirrored tray. a long, knee length table on the wall opposite of the bed was made up with pink doilies, a champagne bucket, glasses, and more candles.
“oh…” you gasp, just looking at every detail. you dont even know what to think. but tacky was exactly how to describe it.
“thats not even the best part, babe,” tom says, shutting the door behind him.
the door to the bathroom was cracked open. somehow, it seemed the same size as the bedroom. he opens the door all the way, revealing a red heart shaped jacuzzi tucked away in the corner. after revealing the tub, tom turns on the lights and looks at you, his face bright. “a fuckin’ heart shaped tub. this is totally straight out of a 70s porno.”
your mouth was still gaping open a little in shock. you dont even know how tom was able to find a place that looked like this that was still operating. he comes over to you from the bathroom and puts his arms all around you. he plants a few kisses on your head, asking “are we going to take a bath later?”
“youre stupid,” you say into his chest.
“but you like that,” tom lets go. you turn to watch as he sits on the bed, the slippery pink sheets roll gracefully around him. tom shuts his lap, leaning back a little, as if inviting you to sit on him. he smiles at you.
before you can take him up on his offer, someone knocks at the door. you and tom look at each other, puzzled, and then tom remembers. “ohh, thats the dessert i ordered for us.”
tom straightens up as you go open the door. a worker wheels in a tray that matches just about every other piece of furniture you have seen in the hotel. its a 2 tiered, mirror tray with skinny gold legs and a handle. on the top tray is a fancy, silver dome on a plate. the worker smiles at you both, before removing the top of the dome to reveal two flower-etched glasses of chocolate pudding, each topped with whipped cream and a strawberry.
“oh, wow!” you and tom exclaim, and tom follows up with “that looks good.”
“enjoy your honeymoon,” the worker says, setting the dome on the bottom tray before leaving. you and tom giggle.
“so, which dessert do you want first?” tom asks, leaning back on his hands. he sticks his tongue out at you.
you feel your face grow a little warm as you drag the tray closer to the bed. it is a little wobbly, the wheels getting caught on the carpet. you wheel it right in front of tom before sitting sideways on one of his thighs. he brings his hand to your back to support you up before asking sweetly, “can you feed me mine, baby?” it was almost as if he had read your mind.
you grab one of the glasses of pudding, looking at tom’s beautiful brown eyes. he smiles, looking up and down at you, admiring how nice you look, how you got all dressed up for him. he puts his fingertips up the back of your shirt. his hands are warm on your skin. you take the strawberry that was sitting on his dessert and hold it to his lips by the stem. his tongue peeks out between them, licking the whipped cream off of the sides while still looking at you, eyes shining. he opens his mouth, taking the whole strawberry into his mouth, and you feel the stubble on his face on your fingers. he bites down, leaving nothing but the stem in your hands, and lets out a long, dramatic, “mm-mmm!” he rolls his head back, eyes closed, like it was the most delicious berry he’s ever eaten. you two giggle as he brings his head back up, and he kisses your cheek.
his hand goes further up the back of your shirt as you spoon out a bit of whipped cream for him. you bring the spoon to his mouth and he eats it, getting a little bit on his top lip. you brush it off with your thumb, and bring that to his mouth as well. looking at you, then your thumb, then back to you, tom works out what you want. he opens his mouth again, lapping up the small bit of whipped cream off of your fingers. he closes his eyes as he licks, and you feel his tongue all over your hand. he gently licks your skin, your thumbnails (painted to match his, of course), then plants a soft kiss at the end. he looks back up at you, opening his mouth for more pudding.
you take another spoonful and give him some again. his hand came out of your shirt and is now grabbing your thighs, pushing you into his lap more. you feel his stomach against your body as you sit on him, hes warm. like a comforting teddy bear. he squeezes your thigh as you feed him, as if to say thank you wordlessly. although, the grunts and mmms he lets out tell you all you need to know.
when you reach the bottom of the cup, tom takes his last bite and then hugs you close to his body. his head goes in your neck as you set the cup back on the tray, leaving the same gentle kisses on you that he did before. “mmm, baby,” tom murmurs against your skin. “that was so good.”
he lifts his head back up and looks at your face again. he bites his bottom lip a little, then suggests, “can you unbutton my shirt for me? its a little tight.” he twitches up his nose, teasing you a little.
still on his thighs, you undo the top button of his shirt. you two giggle as you fumble with the button— “slippery-ass fabric,”— and you work your way down his shirt. tom looks down, chin to chest as you undo his shirt, revealing the tshirt underneath. when at the bottom, he looks back up at you. his hand leaves your thigh as he lets you take the sleeves down his arms, shrugging a little to help you along. then you take the bottom hem of his tshirt and start to lift it up, admiring all the skin, freckles, and hairs as you do. his chest now bare, he cuddles into your chest again, feeling even warmer in his bare skin, his head rests on your chest, hugging you close to him. you place a gentle hand on his bare belly and give him slow belly rubs as he leans into you.
you kiss the top of his head, on his hair as he allows you to touch him. you have one arm around the back of his waist, the other lovingly stroking his stomach, the part that is exposed above your thighs as he squeezes you closer and closer into his belly.
“is there anything else you want, tommy?” you ask sweetly, giving the fat of his belly a little pinch and he perks up.
meeting your eyes again, he lessens his squeezing grip on you, but still cradles you in his arms. his eyes dart to your dessert, then back at you. “i want you to take off my pants, but i think i also really want your strawberry.”
you would have definitely enjoyed your own strawberry, but feeding it to tom was just as enjoyable. you reach over and pluck it off of your pudding, pinching the stem and bring it over to toms mouth. he eats it whole again, leaving nothing but the stem between your fingers as he lowers himself down onto the bed. his legs dangling off the side of the bed, you still in his lap, he stretches his arms out across the sheets and looks at you. he takes one hand and places it on his belt buckle.
you go to toss the stem on the tray, then think for a moment of what to do next. you take a fingertip full of the whipped cream from your pudding and slide off of tom’s lap, laying on your side next to him on the bed. he turns to look at you and you take your finger and slowly drag it across his tattooed chest. he smirks as you do this, closing his eyes as he knows what youre about to do next.
you start to hover above him and bring your face to his chest. you kiss him, your lips meeting his warm skin gently as you lightly leave pecks around his chest. you kiss by his nipples and hear his hand fumble by his belt, but you grab his hand and rest it there, his hand sandwiches between yours and the belt buckle. you lace your fingers as you kiss him again, the faint taste of whipped cream in your mouth. you find the trail you had traced on him and begin licking it up, slowly lapping at it, like a kitten drinking from a bowl for the first time. short, gentle licks on his bare skin. you feel the grip on his belt buckle tighten as you clean him up. he groans, you tuck your knee between his legs and continue to kiss and lick it all off of him.
“tour has made you so sexy, tom,” you tell him. you take his hand off of his belt and begin undoing it for him. it seems he sighs in relief as you open his belt, sitting up and undoing the button of his pants.
“youre saying this because im fat, right?” he smiles at you, still laying on the bed.
you drag his pants below his boxers, then help him out of those as well. you smile at him, taking it all in. you plant another gentle kiss, right at the bottom of his happy trail, kissing it, following it up his belly. “youre well fed, youre well loved,” you say between kisses, sporadically leaving them up his torso as you lay yourself down next to him. this time, your face goes into his neck, holding his warm body close to yours.
“i feel well loved,” he says, pushing your face deeper into his neck.
AMENNNNN🙏🙏🙏 the things I would do to this Tom. Any time he eats he’ll be getting seconds and thirds portions and all the belly rubs after. And when he’s full and moaning I’ll be straight on his belly pushing my hips just down slightly so he groans and says he’s full.
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