Im finally posting a new ficâŠwhat a big day !
I hope youâll like it !
This is a weight gain fic so if you donât like it donât read it please.
Sitting at the table of one of the cityâs most renowned restaurants, Jisung had been waiting for his date for at least twenty minutes. Usually, it was the other way aroundâhe would arrive late, observing his date from afar to determine if theyâd be suitable for the plans he had in mind. It had become a sort of endless routine for Jisung. You see, he had managed to achieve almost everything in life. His parents owned a large company that had grown internationally, and Jisung had taken over as CEO right after completing his studies. Since he assumed leadership, the companyâs shares had only risen.
He also had a stunning apartment with a breathtaking view of Seoul, and a group of friends who had always supported him, even in tough times. Yes, Jisung had everything he could wantâexcept someone to share his nights with, someone to love and care for as they deserved. Thatâs why he had started dating. Initially, he found casual flings that worked as a short-term solution, but eventually realized he needed more. He tried explaining his intentions to various men, but they all turned him down. Tonight, however, he held out hope that the man he had been talking to on the app would be the one.
But as thirty minutes passed, it became clear this man wasnât coming. Jisung ran a hand over his face, sighed, and decided to leave. What a stupid idea, sitting here waiting like an idiot, he thought as he stood up and began walking through the restaurant.
Jisung headed toward the exit, hurrying to leave the cursed place. As he walked, trying to call his driver, his eyes fell on a fast-food restaurant. Inside, he noticed somethingâor rather, someoneâthat caught his attention. Jisung stopped in his tracks, his gaze instantly locking on the scene. His heart raced as he paused to admire the man sitting alone in the fast-food place. Surrounded by so much food it barely fit on the table, his belly pressed against the edge, and his thighs spilling over the sides of his chair. Jisung knew his tastes were unique, but this man was so perfect he couldnât believe his eyes.
Without hesitation, Jisung walked inside and approached him, stopping next to his table.
âMay I sit here?â he asked softly, not wanting to scare the man.
The man looked up, startled, and his face flushed as he saw Jisung. His mouth was full, and his double chin became more pronounced as he looked up, making Jisung find him even more adorable.
âO-okay⊠sure,â the man stammered, and Jisung took a seat across from him.
âI was supposed to have a date tonight, but they didnât show up. I think maybe thatâs a good thing,â Jisung said, his eyes meeting the manâs. The manâs face grew redder.
âOh⊠really?â Minho asked, surprised by Jisungâs approach.
âWhy do you seem so surprised? I know I must look strange, just showing up out of nowhere like this, but⊠I couldnât pass up the chance to talk to you,â Jisung admitted, lowering his head to appear less intimidating.
âI-I donât know what to say⊠Iâm not used to people approaching me. But I donât understand⊠why would anyone not show up for you? Youâre soâŠâ Minho trailed off, his gaze locked with Jisungâs, making Jisungâs heart flutter.
âEnough talk. You didnât come here to chat, did you? And you wouldnât want all that to get cold,â Jisung said, gesturing to the food. Minhoâs cheeks turned crimson again.
âDonât act shy. Please, enjoy yourself,â Jisung encouraged. Minho timidly nodded and resumed eating, taking some fries in his hand.
Jisung couldnât take his eyes off himâthe roundness of his cheeks, the way his chest nearly rested on the table, his pudgy fingers grasping the food, and especially the way he filled his mouth, unable to stop himself. Watching Minho stirred a heat in Jisungâs chest. Everything about him was perfect. He had never seen someone so desirable, someone he wanted so much.
In his past relationships, Jisung had subtly tried to control his partnersâ eating habits, but they would stop seeing him once they gained too much weight. But even the word âtoo muchâ felt insufficient for Minho.
Minho continued eating, no longer paying attention to Jisung, engrossed in his meal. When he finally reached for the last burger, Jisung grabbed it before he could. Minhoâs expression turned almost desperate as he let out a small sigh. Jisung noticed how much fuller his cheeks and belly had become since earlier and decided to tease him.
âStill hungry?â Jisung asked, a smirk tugging at his lips.
âY-yeah⊠can you give it to me⊠please?â Minho asked, eyeing the burger.
âI donât know⊠should I? Youâve eaten quite a bit, havenât you?â Jisung teased, watching Minho gulp.
âI have a big appetiteâŠâ Minho admitted, biting his lip and shifting in his seat, trying to sit upright.
âI can see that. Youâre such a big boy⊠eating all alone on a Saturday night, or should I say⊠gorging yourself?â Jisung teased further, and Minhoâs cheeks flamed red.
âI-I⊠Iâm sorryâŠâ Minho mumbled, lowering his head. Jisung smiled.
âDonât ever apologize for being so perfect!â Jisung said, and Minho looked up at him, startled.
âYou think Iâm perfect? I thought⊠wait⊠what? Even like this?â Minho asked.
âEspecially like this,â Jisung said with a grin. Minho continued to look at him, confused.
âWell⊠if you like it so much⊠why donât you feed me yourself?â Minho suggested. This time, Jisung felt slightly thrown off but quickly regained his composure, holding the burger out to Minho.
âDonât worry about that. Weâve got the rest of the night to keep you fed. This burger wonât be the last thing you swallow tonight,â Jisung said, keeping the burger in his hand as Minho took a bite.
Minho surprised him by not snatching it but instead letting Jisung feed him, locking eyes as he took each bite. Jisung was mesmerized, unable to look away. Heâs so perfect. Absolutely perfect. Minho licked Jisungâs fingers clean, and that was the final straw. Jisung couldnât wait any longer.
He stood up and told Minho to get up, but Minho admitted he felt too full. Jisung helped him stand, marveling at how much larger Minho was than heâd imagined. His soft, warm belly spilled forward, and Jisung relished the feeling of touching him as they walked out.
He called his driver, who arrived shortly after. Once they were in the car, Jisung instructed the driver to raise the privacy partition. He couldnât keep his hands to himself, running them over Minhoâs shirt to caress his swollen belly.
âYouâre perfect. So perfect. Look at you, so full and squishy. I want to bite you, to taste you,â Jisung murmured, unable to hide his excitement.
Minho whimpered under Jisungâs touch. âYouâre crazyâŠâ Minho muttered, blushing.
âMaybe I am,â Jisung said, his hands wandering. He kissed Minhoâs cheek softly before the car stopped in front of Jisungâs building.
âLetâs get you somewhere more comfortable,â Jisung said as they exited the car. He supported Minho, wrapping an arm around him. Though Minhoâs size made it difficult to fully embrace him, Jisung reveled in every moment of closeness.
In the elevator, Jisung couldnât resist pinning Minho against the wall, planting kisses along his neck. Minho let out soft gasps, still breathless from the night.
âYou⊠you can kiss me,â Minho whispered, his blush deepening.
Jisung cupped his soft cheeks and leaned in, their lips meeting. Minhoâs lips still tasted faintly of salty fries, driving Jisung wild. Jisung deepened the kiss, his lips moving tenderly yet hungrily against Minhoâs. He felt the softness of Minhoâs mouth, warm and inviting, as their breaths mingled. Jisungâs hands instinctively cupped Minhoâs face, his thumbs brushing over his flushed cheeks. The elevator hummed softly around them, but all Jisung could focus on was the man before himâhis warmth, his softness, his taste.
Minho hesitated for a moment before shyly parting his lips further, allowing Jisung to deepen the kiss even more. Their tongues brushed, and Jisung felt a rush of heat through his entire body, an overwhelming sensation that made his knees feel weak. He pressed himself closer to Minho, feeling the full, soft expanse of his body against him, as though no amount of closeness would ever be enough.
Jisung feels Minhoâs hands timidly found their way to Jisungâs waist, holding him gently as if unsure of his own boldness. Jisung let out a low hum of approval, pulling away just enough to murmur, âYou taste even better than I imagined.
"His voice was thick, filled with desire, as his dark eyes locked with Minhoâs." Minho blinked, his face an even deeper shade of red, his breath shaky.
âYouâre⊠youâre unbelievable,â he whispered, his words barely audible.
âUnbelievable in the best way, I hope,â Jisung replied, his voice playful yet sincere, as his hands traveled from Minhoâs cheeks down to his shoulders, then to his chest, reveling in the way Minhoâs body responded to his touch.
Before either could say more, the elevator dinged, signaling theyâd reached Jisungâs floor. Reluctantly, Jisung pulled back, his hands lingering on Minhoâs sides.
"Come on,â he said, his voice softer now but no less filled with intent. âLetâs continue this somewhere more private.â
Minho nodded silently, his gaze fixed on Jisung as if drawn to him in a way he couldnât quite explain. Jisung stepped out first, holding out his hand for Minho to take. Once Minho placed his hand in his, Jisung led him down the quiet hallway toward his apartment, the anticipation between them growing with every step.
The moment the door closed behind them, Jisung turned, pressing Minho gently against it. He captured his lips again, this time with even more fervor, his hands roaming as if trying to memorize every curve and line of Minhoâs body. Minho let out a soft whimper, his hands clutching at Jisungâs shirt as he melted into the kiss, their bodies pressing together in perfect, heated harmony.
âFuckâŠâ said Jisung, stepping back and looking at Minho. âI-I donât know your name,â he admitted, his gaze fixed on Minho, who stared back at him for a moment before smiling softly.
âAnd I donât know yoursâŠâ Minho replied, gently brushing Jisungâs face with his hand.
âIâm Jisung. Han Jisung,â Jisung answered before leaning in to kiss him again, unable to resist the allure of Minhoâs lips, his hands roaming over Minhoâs belly. Between breaths, Minho broke away, his cheeks flushed.
âLee Minho,â he said softly, looking at Jisung timidly, his lips still swollen from their kiss.
âSuch a cute nameâŠâ Jisung murmured as he pulled Minhoâs shirt off, pausing for a moment to admire his body. He was even bigger than Jisung had imaginedâso soft and broad. Minhoâs chest rested gently on either side of his round belly, and Jisung let his hands explore, caressing the plush expanse.
âYouâre so fatâŠhow did you get this fat?â Jisung asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and desire, as his hands traced over Minhoâs warm skin.
He gently caressed his body while continuing to kiss him over and over again, hearing Minho murmur his name and start to moan. Yet, Jisung wanted answers, so he stopped, simply sliding a hand over his stomach.
âYouâre already almost huge, and yet tonight, you were still stuffing yourself⊠why, Minho..?â Jisung asked, feeling himself grow harder in turn.
âI⊠I⊠I love it. At first, it was just fun to let go a little bit, but then I gained weight⊠and when I saw myself getting bigger⊠that was so fucking hot, and⊠I couldnât stop⊠but now Iâm just⊠addicted⊠Fuck, touch me, please,â Minho pleaded, feeling Jisungâs hand slip into his pants, grabbing his cock and starting to stroke him.
âJisung⊠Iâm too heavy⊠need to sitâŠâ Minho said, struggling to stay upright. That phrase made Jisung even more aroused than he already was, and he nodded before laying Minho down on his couch, stripping him of his clothes. When Minho was finally naked in front of him, Jisung felt like it was too much. Everything was bigâhis belly, his thick thighs barely leaving space for his cock, and even his member itself, buried in the softness of his own body. Minho struggled to sit up, yet Jisung could already see that his mere gaze on him excited him just as much.
He wasted no time, continuing to touch him, to make him moan, to give him as much pleasure as he wanted, again and again, all night long. Until both of them were too exhausted to move, falling asleep tangled togetherâMinho resting against his own plush body, so soft and warm that Jisung was ready to forget about work and just stay there with him, over and over again.
When the morning light began to fill the apartment, Jisung frowned and buried himself deeper into the couch. Then, suddenly, he realized the space next to him was empty. He sat up abruptly, scanning the living room for Minho. Panic set in when he didnât see him at first, but then he finally spotted him in a corner, quietly trying to get dressed.
âYouâre leaving?â Jisung asked, slightly pissed off. Minho flinched, not realizing Jisung was awake.
âIâm sorry⊠I didnât mean to wake you⊠I⊠I⊠I know⊠Usually, I know how this goes, soâŠâ
Jisung frowned, confused, and moved closer to Minho.
âUsually? What are you talking about? Did you not like last night with me?â Jisung asked, trying not to let his insecurities show on the first night.
âI did! Of course I did⊠It was amazing. But guys like you⊠I know how they work. They sleep with a fat guy, have their fun, and then never bother seeing them again.â Minho lowered his head, biting his lip.
Jisung sighed, running a hand over his face.
âAnd do I really seem like that kind of guy? I think youâre gorgeous, okay? The fact that youâre big is just a bonus to me. Youâre incredible⊠and sexy⊠and I donât want this to be the last time I see you.â
âSo⊠youâre saying⊠youâre one of those who like fat guys⊠a fat enjoyer⊠something like that?â Minho asked timidly.
âMaybe? I donât know. Watching you stuff yourself last night was hot as hell, and your body drives me insane. And⊠I donât know, youâre sweet, and you make me nervous, but⊠are we seriously talking about this already? Donât you want to get breakfast first?â Jisung said, trying to lighten the mood.
Minho blushed and nodded.
Jisung felt relieved, stepping forward to wrap Minho in his arms, pulling him into a cuddle. Minhoâs body was driving him crazy, and even in daylight, he was even more excited than the night before. They got ready together, leaving hand in hand, ready to find the nearest cafĂ©. Jisung was already looking forward to filling Minhoâs stomach again.
At the cafĂ©, Minho took a seat by the window while Jisung waited at the counter for their order. At that moment, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw Hyunjinâs name on the screen.
âWhat do you want?â Jisung asked, rolling his eyes.
âHow was your date?â Hyunjin teased, laughing on the other end of the line.
âHe didnât show up⊠fucking stupid ideaâŠâ Jisung muttered, running a hand through his hair as he picked up the tray of food for Minho.
âFor real? You didnât meet anyone? In the restaurant across the street? Donât tell me you didnât notice him!â Hyunjin said, and Jisung could hear him talking with Changbin in the background.
âHow do you know about Minho?â Jisung asked as he sat down at the table. Minho looked up at him.
âI know you hate blind dates, and I know you and Minho would be, like, super compatible. But since you never let me introduce you to people, Changbin and I made sure youâd notice himâŠâ
Jisung sighed, hanging up and turning his attention back to Minho.
âYouâre friends with Changbin?â Jisung asked. Minho nodded.
âYeah, we met at a fast food place. I was impressed by his size, so I asked him for advice⊠thatâs how we became friends!â Minho said with a smile.
Jisung couldnât help but smile back, almost forgetting Hyunjinâs ridiculous matchmaking scheme. He placed his hand over Minhoâs.
âWell then, I guess itâs time to put his advice to the test⊠now that youâre mine, weâre gonna make you even more impressive than Changbin. Do you want that, babe?â
The only answer Jisung accepted from Minho was the first bite of his meal.
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