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'98 (27) • they/them • aro/ace • soft and round is beautiful • I write little bts fics and sometimes talk about my tummy • +18 will soft-block if age is not in bio

[starry-bubbles]

FULL FOREVER

pairing: alpha!jk/omega!sj/omega!yg (+alpha!nj)

tags: a/b/o, non-traditional dynamics, belly kink, inflation, slick (like soooo much slick), gas, hurt/comfort, implied in-tox (aka ‘slick-drunk’), heats, smut

explicit +18

baby alpha jk loves heats. loves how his hyungs' scents get heavier. loves the way their cuddles get even warmer. but most of all, he loves the slick.

not very original, jk knows. omega slick is, afterall, intended to draw alphas like him in.

but jk thinks he must love his hyungs' slick even more than just the natural biological amount. it's just so good. the taste, the smell, everything about it is absolutely mouth watering. maybe it's just because it's his hyungs', but jk is sure no other omega's slick is as delicious as yg and sj's.

so when yg and sj's heats come around, synced, as usual, jk is barely able to rein himself in during the preheat. sj will bodily remove him sometimes, detaching jk's clingy hands from around his middle complaining and teasing jk about his neediness. sj is always a bit more irritable leading up to heats, sensitive withdrawn, but he never actually pushes jk away entirely and jk knows to respect his boundaries. yg, on the other hand, just let's jk smoosh his face into his belly. jk will lie like that for hours, head cradled in the omegas lap while he works. yg lets him burrow into the softness and smell of his pack omega until he is close to suffocation. yg just hums, maybe petting jk's hair gently in a soothing manner and reminding him to drink a glass of water every now and then.

when the heat actually does hit. nj isn't even home yet. at first it makes jk anxious, he knows it bleeds into his scent and he feels guilty for it, knowing the omegas must sense it.

but sj just takes his hand pulling him into their nest and yg rubs his back a bit to comfort him. "he'll be here soon," the pack omega says in his low voice. "you'll take care of us for him, hmm? until he gets here."

jk can't help the whimper that escapes him as he nods emphatically.

"good boy," sj coos and lets jk close for the first time all week. sj is properly wet. he's dripping. jk can smell it. he groans and drool pools in his mouth, anticipating the familiar taste on his tongue and he ducks down to take care of his hyung.

"that's it," yg's hand never leaves jk's back, "gentle."

jk doesn't need the reminder, he's always gentle. always careful. his hyungs made sure to teach him how to take care of them. jk knows just what to do until nj gets here.

sj tastes even sweeter than he remembers, every time without fail. he starts with small licks slow. it's so thick and creamy. sj shivers under him, more slick pushing out into jk's mouth and he swallows down. jk preens. he's doing so good!

jk goes in for more, sucking and licking, there's so much slick it begins to run down his chin. he whines unbidden, upset at missing out on the precious taste.

then there's a couple of slender fingers scooping down his neck to catch the drip. without hesitation, jk sucks yg's fingers into his mouth, eagerly cleaning them off. yg laughs at him fondly even as he scolds him for making a mess.

but jk knows neither of them really care. they like it just as much as he does.

with yg's help, jk is satisfied knowing he doesn't miss a drop. and sometime later, he feels sj tense under him, knows what's coming. he opens wide, ready.

even as he prepares himself, jk isn't fully able to keep up with his hyung's first orgasm. he swallows down as fast as he's able, gulping, but his mouth is so full of the thick creamy slick it's hard to get down his throat. but he does it.

jk is panting by the end of it, feeling a bit dazed, he licks his lips clean. almost disappointed there isn't anymore of sj's slick for him.

"hyung," he says immediately, turning his attention to yg now that sj is at least somewhat sated.

"easy, pup," yg's pupils are dilated, blown wide and dark. his usually pale cheeks are rosy and jk knows he's just as deep in heat already as sj. but the pack omega wanted to make sure his mates were taken care of first. yg is always taking care of the pack.

now jk will take care of him.

"catch your breath!" yg tries to insist in a huff, but jk has already spotted the shimmery slick coating the omega's thighs and suddenly he's ravenous, as if he can't still taste the ghost of sj's sweetness on his lips.

yg’s slick different from sj’s. where sj is sweet and flowery, yg's sweetness has a bit more spice behind it, almost like cinnamon. the consistency is a little thinner too, less creamy. so it's easier to swallow down quicker. which works in jk's favor since, as always, yg seems to produce twice as much as sj.

even with an increased quantity, yg also helps jk not to miss a drop of his own slick, just like he did with sj. jk loves it. sucking on his hyung's trembling fingers in-between lapping at him right from the source.

the only warning jk gets before yg is tipping over the edge is a stutter of his hips, and jk is once again gulping down his hyung. slick is overflowing at the seams of his lips. jk works hard to get all of it down as it comes.

this time, jk keeps at it even after the initial stream peters out. yg is in oversensitivity now, jk knows, but he can’t help it. he keeps sucking even dipping his tongue inside a little just to check to make sure he got it all.

it’s sj who pulls him off yg in the end, since yg’s never been able to deny him anything, even at his own discomfort. it helps to pull him out of the haze he’s in, to be able to smell other things besides his hyung. even then, he feels more than a little drowsy and almost dizzy. he crawls over to yg’s chest feeling clumsy and a bit like his mind is buzzing. he does his best to get his apology across anyway, nuzzling his hyung’s neck and letting out low chirps that he knows are childish, but he has yet to outgrow the habit.

besides, it’s hard to stop when it never fails to get him exactly what he wants from his hyungs. just like that, yg is scenting him back and he can feel sj press against his side, purrs rumbling in both omegas’ chests. their vibrations soothe the jk down into his bones, making him pliant.

through the cotton in his ears, he hears his hyungs cooing about him being ‘slick drunk’.... huh? well. jk supposes slick is a mild aphrodisiac and he did just have more of it than usual in a short span of time… maybe he is a little intoxicated.

jk gradually starts to drift off. as he shifts to get closer to both of them he feels something shift inside. jk stills, but in his middle, something bubbles.

before he can force it down, one of those bubbles works itself up and out. jk feels his face heat. sj giggles in his ear and yg groans a bit.

“s-sorry,” jk murmurs, embarrassed. but then he feels his tummy bubble again, even stronger this time and he moans through another bubble working it’s way out of him. this one is actually painful.

“awe jk-ie,” sj moves and it jostles more gurgles in jk’s stomach which he now notices is aching dully. sj’s tone is concerned, “are you okay?”

jk winces and he realizes, no he’s not okay. he shakes his head. “hurts,” he says, hands going to his tummy which in addition to feeling thick and bubbly, is also heavy and very, very full.

yg is sitting up now to look over him. “let hyung see,” he says. jk feels very embarrassed now as he pulls his hands away reluctantly. sj lifts up his t-shirt to his chest to see his bare stomach. “oh puppy.”

jk whimpers. all three of them are staring down at jk’s tummy, pushing out round and taut. clearly overfull with what can only be the copious amounts of slick from both his hyungs.

“hurts,” jk repeats, and he doesn’t like crying, but his eyes are stinging from both the embarrassment and pain.

“poor jk-ie,” sj pushes his bangs back to kiss his forehead. “no wonder. look at you honey.”

jk’s hands go back to his throbbing stomach again, both in an attempt to cover it and soothe himself as another nocuous wave rips through him.

“we shouldn’t have let him have so much slick, that really can’t feel good.” yg’s tone is remorseful.

“no!“ jk protests. even just the thought of missing out on any amount of his hyungs’ slick feels wrong. he’s do it all over again, even if it means a bloated belly full of gurgles and humiliation.

yg tuts at him to hush him, and jk doesn’t have strength to fight it. under his hands his belly feels hard as a rock, he feels even bigger than he did a moment ago. the bloat must still be settling. he squeezes his eyes shut.

another hand is placed right on the center of his navel where his skin pushes out furthest. without looking, he knows it’s yg, the omega’s big hands warmer than usual with the fever of heat. jk cries out as yg presses down on his overstuffed, slick-full tummy. a sick and thick belch is forced from him by the action, and he curls himself away.

“sorry. so sorry puppy,” yg says quickly. ”

jk sobs, feeling queasy, his belly heavy.

“here,” sj says. “hyung will hold you, yeah? will that be nice? give your tummy a chance to settle, huh?”

jk nods and he manages with help to get himself situated with his back resting on sj’s chest. “there, that’s a bit more comfortable, yeah?”

jk nods. his stomach is still achingly full to the point it feels like he might pop, but supported back on sj’s bare chest he finds the heat to be soothing. reclined like this, jk swears his tummy looks even rounder. like a ball jutting out from under his ribcage, it curves out in a perfect arch. he tugs the hem of his boxers down under the bottom curve out of the way which gives him some more relief.

he’s a little bit mesmerized by the way he looks right now, to be honest. his skin is pink from the stretch and smooth.  past the initial humiliation of it, jk thinks it almost looks pretty, like he might be in the early stages of carrying a puppy.

his belly lets out an angry rumble. sj’s arms come around his waist to cup and support his under belly, jk whimpers and feeling the heavy weight of it settle into his hyung’s hands. yg’s hands join sj’s, a bit more gingerly this time.

there is still next to no give to his middle. jk pictures what the slick must look like inside him right now. yg’s and sj’s mixing together, the thick, warm slick trapping the bubbles that he can feel gurgling and bloating him. the viscous consistency along with the heavy sweetness in vast quantities must mean the gas is struggling to find its way out.

yg starts rubbing his belly encouraging some movement. it aches, but jk bites back on his whimpers because he doesn't want yg to stop. it also feels good. he tucks his nose into sj’s neck and sj murmurs sweet praises to him.

“that’s it puppy,” yg says whenever jk gets a bubble out of his still bulging tummy. “just like that.”

finally, the bubbles slow down. jk is still full, very much overfull in fact. but the gas is gone. his belly is still big and he feels the weight more distinctly now that the air is worked free.

he guesses it will take a while for his tummy to digest all that slick, more so than a normal meal that is for sure. he’ll probably be stuck with this big belly for a while, maybe even through the end of the heat. he pictures himself burying his knot into yg (after nj of course) his belly full of yg’s slick pressing into yg’s back as he fills his hyung’s belly in turn. the image makes him moan with more than the discomfort of yg’s tummy rubs, he can feel himself getting hard in his pants. below him sj shakes. jk knows he’s laughing at him, that he’s been caught getting turned on by it, but he can’t help it.

he’s nearly asleep on sj’s chest when the pack alpha finally arrives.

“look who decided to show up,” yg drawls.

jk blinks his eyes up to look at nj standing just outside the nest. he looks rumpled, like he he was clearly rushing home. his eyes are dark but he also surveys the scene curiously. jk flushes all over again, he wants to roll away and hide from his pack alpha, but also… he kind of wants nj to see.

“what …did i miss?” nj asks like he’s asking if that’s the question he should be asking.

“our heat started,” sj quippes, “obviously.”

“sorry,” nj clambers over to them, toppling a bit over the edge of the nest. “i should have been here.”

“we’re fine for now, until the next wave.” says yg.

“jk-ie took care of us, don’t worry,” sj brushes him off. “was so good to us, wasn’t he?” sj coos moving his hands from jk’s tummy to squish his cheeks lovingly.

“ate us both out wonderfully. did a very thorough job of it, right kook?” yg says eyebrow raised knowingly at jk. 

nj growls approvingly. pleased to have a well cared for and sated pack. “well done jk.”

jk sits up straighter, at least as much as he can, wincing only slightly, baring his neck to his pack alpha obediently. he wonders if nj can tell just how full of their omegas slick he is at this moment.

“our omegas smell well taken care of.” nj smirks, and adds, as if reading the young alpha’s mind, “...as do you.”

jk gasps as nj’s hand comes to rest on the crest of his belly. it gurgles under nj’s palm.

“since your hyung’s are already satisfied, would you like to go first on alpha’s knot?”

he needs yg and sj’s help to flip over and present properly. but once it’s done, and nj locked into him, jk never felt so complete, with both his omegas and alpha filling him up. 

he’d do anything to feel like this forever.

[starry-bubbles]

🌼tried & true🌼

pairing: yoonjin

tags: breeding kink, weight-gain kink, ace coded sj, but he’s very kinky, and whipped for yg, chubby!yoongi, mpreg, heat/mating cycles, a/b/o dynamics, mentioned past health issues, mostly soft fluffy-fluff

18+ 🔞

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yoonjin decide they are ready to try for a baby.

the operative word here is ‘try’.

people say: "let's try for a baby."

‘try’ implies a maybe in this scenario. and maybe is not an acceptable outcome to this operation. not on yg’s watch. 

when min yg decides he wants to do something--he doesn't half-ass it.

sj teasingly (and lovingly) refers to it as yg's 'baby-body prep era'.

yg pretends to be a little bit annoyed about this, but truly-- he is dead serious about wanting to do this. if he and sj are gonna make a baby together, then damn it they are going to do it right!

the biggest change is in the form of a new routine. well, not so much a whole new routine. it's just a routine but with the addition of 3 key elements:

sleep -- for the first time in his life, yg makes an effort to get at least 7-8 hours of sleep a night.

exercise -- yg takes up pilates and going for short walks outside in the fresh air daily.

food -- yg starts eating meals. 3 of them, everyday. with actual nutrition taken into consideration.

yg does all of this, and sticks to it. while it might seem like the bare minimum for health, sj is still impressed. it wasn't like yg was wildly unhealthy before, but pretty soon, the new lifestyle is starting to show.

yg is, dare sj say it--glowing.

his cheeks have become even fluffier. his skin looks almost brighter somehow. his body becomes softer all over. the weight settles on quicker than either of them anticipated, but yg doesn’t seem to mind. sj certainly appreciates the new look on him. yg likes to tease sj relentlessly with it too. asking for belly rubs, slumping just so into the couch so his tummy sticks out, making sj hold his thickening ass while he rides him. even yg can’t seem to resist feeling himself, he swears if his pecs (practically tits) get any more sensitive he'll explode.

they are also having a lot of sex. sj has never had much of a sex drive, even after getting together with yg l. but it hardly feels like it these days because he takes one look at yg, and god, he just can't wait to breed him during his next heat.

only, he keeps waiting. 

and waiting.

see, yg's heats have always been irregular. to the point where it was a bit of a medical concern from time to time. sure, when he was healthiest, mentally and physically well, his heats were pretty standard. but due to various mental health struggles throughout his life, and with new meds shifting his hormones around, yg barely questioned when he missed a heat, was weeks late, or had only half heats. that was his normal. 

it didn't seem out for the ordinary back then.

not until now.

sj could tell yg was trying really hard not to be anxious about it. was he not getting the right vitamins? too many vitamins? too much exercise? not the right exercise?

sj even caught yg reading a fertility blog on his phone during their movie night when he thought sj was asleep.

"are we having too much sex?" yg asked sj a couple nights later.

sj blinked at him.

yg flushed, and oh, sj was going to bite his nose. he wanted nothing more than to swallow his mate whole--

"I think you're indulging me too much," yg continued. "I mean, you used to say no to me, like, all the time. now I don't even have to ask and you jump me."

"....and you're complaining?" sj was completely lost. it wasn't like yg ever pushed him or made sj feel bad about it when he turned yg down in the past. that was something they had to work on balancing in their relationship. sj's libido had never even gotten close to yg's and was shocked when they first started dating how often yg felt the urge to have sex. sj was surprised to find out that some people liked to get off daily. Sometimes multiple times a day. once a week had always been pretty indulgent in his eyes. but he just didn't have the urge very often, if at all, if he's being honest. he doesn't mind it, and sj liked sex with yg, he liked it a lot actually! it simply wasn't a priority for him, whereas for yg, it was close to a necessity.

at first it had seemed like it might end up being their undoing. sj worried he wouldn't be able to satisfy his partner and yg was anxious about pressuring his partner. but they made it work. their chemistry was strong and their communication stronger. it was now something they could playfully joke about. 

now, that yg brought it up, sj figured it was perhaps a bit unusual, just how often they’d been having sex. he chalked it up to anticipation. sj was always crazy about yg, he was looking forward to making a family together. surely it was normal, to be a bit more horny under the circumstances?

"I think the reason I'm not in heat is my body is too satisfied as it is, we need to make me desperate."

"...you want me to edge you?"sj asked weakly.

yg shook his head. "still too much, I need to go cold turkey. and I need you to help me stick to it. you need to keep me on the straight and narrow–"

"that's some sexy pillow talk–"

yg smacked his chest with a pillow, looking surprisingly petulant. "this is serious! this might be the only way we can make a baby!"

"through abstinence!?"

"sj-ie...." yg's voice was small.

oh, oh no. he's gone too far.

"please, sj. can we at least try?" yg's voice wobbled a bit. "I-i ruled everything else out. I know it sounds kind of... ridiculous. but... I don't know, I'm really worried something is wrong with me."

sj sat up straight. "oh baby," he said gently. and yg let a broken little sob. "oh honey, nothing's wrong with you."

"I just don't understand why I can't have a heat, why is my body still not good enough?"

"are you kidding? yg, you've never been healthier, I'm so proud of you. seriously. you've been taking such good care of yourself these last few months."

"I got fat."

sj stilled.

he narrowed his eyes at the wall over yg's shoulder. he tried very hard to keep his breathing even, not to squeeze yg tighter, protectively.

"you gained weight, yg," he said as neutral as he could. "that's not the problem here."

"I gained a lot of weight," yg pointed out. "pretty fast, too."

not. the. time. sj willed the spark of arousal in his belly down.

"again," sj reiterated, "that's not the problem."

"being overweight can effect fertility-"

"yg. you were underweight for years, you know that, right?"

"I'm just so scared that even though I've been trying so hard, it's still not enough," yg scrubbed at his eyes. "maybe it's a sign up not cut out for this."

"hey, you know what signs I see?" sj cut in, he pulled yg's hangs away from his face and held them in both of his. "when I look at you now, all I can see is how lucky our baby will be. to have a dad who takes such good care of them. I look at you and I see my child's home for 9 months, treated like a temple, cared for so well. yes, you gained some weight, so what? to me that's generosity."

yg sniffed. "you don't think I look worse now?"

"where is this coming from, yg?" sj asked, desperate to understand. "what have I done to make you think you're undesirable? weren't you literally just horny shaming me a minute ago?" he teased lightly. yg snorted softly, mostly just a tiny sharp exhale, but sj could read him like a book.

"you don't think I'm too fat?" yg's tone was a little bit teasing but still a lot bit vulnerable as he placed sj's hands in his stomach.

sj couldn't help himself from immediately running his hands over the rounded shape of it. so soft, curved so gently, but also--solid, sturdy. yg felt so substantial now...heavier for sure. sj growled low in his throat.

"I think you're fat enough for our pup," he said. "strong enough to carry them. just look at you, so ready. you want alpha to put a puppy in you?"

yg let out a whimper and sj groaned grabbing under the meat yg's thighs to pull him closer. he ran his hands upward, squeezing the soft flesh of the omega’s widened hips. a perfect cradle, he thought, admiring the shape in his hands.

"you've made such a perfect home for them. I couldn't ask for better."

he hoisted yg up to sit higher, now practically kneeling over sj's chest. but sj didn't care. he sunk down to kiss the soft underside of yg's belly, right below his navel, noticing for the first time the soft pink stretch marks gathered there. still fresh. 

already grown so well, he thought, caressing them reverently.

"imagine how comfortable our babies are going to be in there. warm, safe, nourished. you'll take good care of them, won't you? I know you will, how lucky they are. how lucky I am."

"sj..." yg gasped his eyes shut, lips parted. his fingers dug into sj's broad shoulders.

"I can't wait to breed you," sj confessed. "show you I can be the proper alpha you deserve."

"already the best alpha, take care of me so well... made me... made me get fat."

sj’s sweatpants were suffocating. "I... fuck, yg," he was panting.

"like me fat, alpha? like pretending I'm fat with your pup?"

"yg, please," sj gasped.

"like imagining you did this to me? you fattened me up so well, alpha. I'm so heavy for you, can you feel it? how plump I've gotten? do you like it?" he placed sj's hands on him again, one in his low back, the other on his front where his belly stuck out most so sj could feel just how thick the omega had become. sj's mouth went dry as yg inhaled deeply, belly expanding, pushing sj's hands even further apart.

"yes, yes," sj swallowed. yg said no. he reminded himself. "yg, fuck, I--"

"one more time?" yg asked, clearly just as gone, flushed with arousal.

"are you sure?" sj felt himself coming back a bit to himself. "I can stop if--"

"don't stop!" yg said quickly. "I wasn't thinking back then."

sj chuckled but he was already pushing his waist band down and helping yg pull off his t-shirt with the other. "Yeah, just one more time," he agreed breathlessly.

—

good on his word, sj held himself back after that. he did try to convince yg that simply having the both of them go see a doctor to get tested would make more sense. but yg was insistent they try the abstinence to induce heat technique first.

yg held out well the first 48 hours.

"yg," said sj warningly.

"I just want to cuddle!" yg said, defensive.

"I can feel you grinding on my lap."

"am not!"

"yg, I can feel your dick."

yg's face crumpled. "I'm sorry!" he suddenly burst into tears.

"hey, hey," sj comforted quickly. "don't cry!"

"I didn't mean to non-consensually hump you!" yg hiccuped. "I'm a terrible person."

"you're not a terrible person," sj assured him, petting his head consolingly, trying to get over the whiplash reactions yg had been displaying lately. "I told you no, and you respected it. yeah? and I'm also only saying no because you asked me to, remember?"

"do you still love me?" yg sniffled.

sj kissed his forehead. "definitely."

"but not enough to cuddle me?"

"I'm cuddling with you right now, silly," sj laughed. "and no, I love you too much to let you coerce me into sex against your own wishes."

yg groaned. "this is torture!"

"self-inflicted," sj pointed out. "we can still go to the doctor."

they had agreed (yg's insistence!) they could try the chastity technique for 2 weeks. if yg still didn't have any heat symptoms start, then they would go see the doctor.

yg lasted eight days before he caved.

that's how sj and yg found themselves at the doctor's office, hand in hand waiting for the doctor to give them their test results.

"so, just to clarify," began the doctor, after looking them both up and down, brows furrowed together. "you're here because of 'fertility concerns'?"

sj nodded. "we're just wanting to get checked out. make sure everything is as it should be."

"I've been missing my heat," yg added. "we're trying to conceive. I haven't had a regular heat cycle, especially while I was on birth control, but I haven't had one since I went off it."

"uh-huh," she said, nodding slowly, looking like she was trying to puzzle something out. "well, I have to say, I've never had a situation quite like this, but I suppose I do have some good news for you then."

sj frowned. "what do you mean?"

"your blood test results confirmed you are positive for pregnancy--congratulations."

sj looked at yg who was looking back at him, mouth agape.

"but--how?" yg stuttered. "I haven't had a heat."

"although less common, pregnancy can occur outside a heat cycle," she explained somewhat gently.

"how can we know how far along then?" sj asked, feeling like the floor was pulled out from under him.

"just by looking at you…I would estimate between 18-22 weeks, but if you'll allow it, I would also like to do an ultrasound and a couple more tests that can give us a more exact idea."

"oh my god," yg murmured. "there's no way! I can't be that far along?" a hand went to the swell of his belly and sj looked too. the sight sent an electric shock through him, it was like he was seeing yg in a whole new light.

pregnant.

very visibly, heavily, pregnant.

how could he have missed this?!

yg seemed in a similar state of shock.

"did either of you suspect it?" even the doctor seemed sceptical that they could be that surprised by the news. "usually alpha's can smell a difference by around the 3 month mark."

"I mean..." sj was still trying to wrap his mind around it. "he smells... good?"

"you really didn't consider pregnancy? the absence of heat, the increased codependency, the..." she eyed yg's bump. "weight gain?"

sj found himself bristling instantly. "he's not gained that much weight!"

"he's gained 43 pounds since his last check up 5 months ago."

and oh.

sj felt like the floor was taken out from under him all over again, but for slightly different reasons. he tried to clear the haze from his mind enough to form a coherent response. as if there was a possible one.

"I just...I thought he was just healthy?" sj offered weakly.

"is the baby healthy?" yg cut in suddenly very worried.

the doctor smiled reassuringly. "I assume you haven't been drinking excessively or doing recreational drugs?"

"just a multi-vitamin," yg said nervously. "daily."

"then I think there is no reason to be too anxious. you appear to be very healthy and take care of yourself well. also, if it's not too imprudent, I will say you are glowing."

"wow," said yg softly.

sj felt a sudden rush of delirious joy. "we're having a baby!"

yg looked up to beam at him so brightly and sj felt tears spring to his eyes and wrapped him up in his arms and held him tight.

they were going to have a baby!

"congratulations again," said the doctor, gathering up the test results. “I've already arranged for you to see our sonographer on-site. I'll have you see them first, then we can go over more detailed prenatal care plans going forward. sound good?"

they both nodded composing themselves a bit, but still giddy with excitement.

"I'm glad I got to deliver the good news!" she said good naturedly, leaving yg and sj a moment to marvel. 

“we did it,” sj murmured, touching yg’s belly reverently. “that was… easier than expected.”

yg giggled a bit, covering sj’s hand with his own. “we didn’t even have to try.”

[starry-bubbles]

i might.... drop a yoonjin breeding kink thought bubble

[starry-bubbles]

one of the things I love about feedism is the radical positivity of just existing. just being present, taking up space, nourishing your body--is enough.

I think that's beautiful.

[starry-bubbles]

why is it when I come back it's always with some horny lil beach blurb about tummys 😅

[starry-bubbles]

thinking about a feedee on vacation. Only for a feedee, vacation can feel a lot like even more work. All that time? No distractions? No reason to rush anywhere? Nowhere to be or way to look? No obligation to anything but indulgence? It can feel an awful lot like a golden opportunity to get a head start. To work harder then ever just because they finally have a chance to do exactly the kind of work they've been wanting to for so long.

thinking about a feeder on vacation. There to encourage, but also remind the feedee, hey, this is supposed to be luxurious, remember? A reminder to savor the flavors, to try new things, to eat for the quality not the quantity. To be comfortably full. To be satisfied. Content.

And when, after a day of feasting, and it's become impossible to swim in the ocean without cramps, they'll drag the beach chairs to the shore edge, have salty waves wash over chubby, sandy toes, and watch the sunset over the water.

[starry-bubbles]

just thinking of fat yoonmin at the beach today

yg making sure jm is fully covered in sunscreen, including those hard to reach spots, like the soft underbelly

jm returning the favor....

[soft-bellied-tannies]

Real Baby or Food Baby? Again?

Chubtober Day 8! This prompt is from @softievante's lovely list yet again. Day 8 is humiliation and/or public situations which allowed me to write a sequel to one of my 20 Days of Chub: Jikook Edition fics.

Check out Real Baby or Food Baby? first if you haven't read it since it may help understand this story!

Read here or on AO3!

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Almost four months after that night on the train, Jungkook decided they had a long weekend and a new dessert spot to try - a bakery in the same neighborhood as that ice cream parlor. 

It had been a productive four months on Jimin’s waistline. Jungkook had continued to feed his omega well and it had started to show. 

His belly now rounded out in front of him even when empty, the evidence of big meals and his mate’s pampering on his midsection. He could easily be mistaken for a couple of months pregnant at all times now and Jungkook loved it. 

Jimin may have loved it even more, confident with the way his body grew and appreciative of the way his alpha touched and praised him. 

It was a different kind of satisfaction when he was laid back in their bed, stuffed to the brim being a complete pillow princess while his alpha had his way with him. Jimin felt like it was a higher level of pleasure that they had tapped into and never wanted to give it up.

One afternoon, Jimin received a text that was very reminiscent of the one his alpha sent on one of the best nights they ever had - telling him to be ready for dinner that night in his pretty green dress.

Jimin was quite thankful for the stretchy material of that dress, knowing it would be a tight fit since the last time he wore it, but he was also looking forward to seeing how it would hug his body. 

As he grabbed his dress off the hanger in their closet, Jimin paused and realized it may be a good idea for him to do a little prep first. He could vividly remember the overwhelming sensations from the first time they ventured out, needing to dig his teeth into Jungkook’s shoulder to hold himself back.

It only seemed logical that this time would be even more exciting and intense. Selecting his favorite plug, Jimin went into their bathroom and opened himself up with his fingers while thinking about all the teasing words and appreciative touches he would receive from his alpha throughout the night.

Taking some time to stabilize his breathing and clean himself, Jimin was finally ready to try on his dress. The fabric was light and comfortable, needing a little extra pulling and adjusting to get it on properly.

He turned back and forth in front of the mirror, smoothing a hand over the fabric. Jimin felt a blush rise up his cheeks working in tandem with the arousal as he looked himself over.

Remembering how huge he felt after being stuffed in this dress the last time he wore it gave him a mixed sense of shameful excitement considering Jimin now filled out the dress that much with an empty stomach.

Jimin hadn’t even realized how long he spent appreciating his body in the mirror when the front door opened and Jungkook announced that he was home. He left their bedroom to find his mate unpacking two large takeout bags onto the dining room table. 

The alpha turned toward Jimin with a casual greeting on his lips until he saw the sight before him. Jungkook stepped forward and traced his hands across his omega’s hips before landing on his ass. 

“You look stunning, baby,” Jungkook whispered, following his compliment with a deep kiss. He pulled Jimin closer and smirked at the little sound of surprise that came from his mate. Arms wrapped around his shoulders as Jimin leaned his weight into the alpha’s chest; Jungkook enjoying the feeling of his omega’s soft middle yielding to the lack of space and squishing against his own toned abdomen. 

Jimin looked up at the alpha with a bright eye smile and gave him a few more gentle pecks before asking, “What did you bring home, alpha?” 

Jungkook laughed and turned Jimin around, directing him back to the counter to show him the haul for the evening. The alpha knew he was asking for a lot considering that he had every intention of leaving the house after dinner, but Jimin’s impressive appetite and growing capacity were always up for a challenge. 

Looking at the containers in front of him, Jimin felt his eyes grow at the implication that Jungkook bought all this food for him. He looked down at his already clingy and stretched dress, worried about the future strain the fabric would endure. 

“This is…more than last time,” Jimin finally said, deciding to play a little coy with his alpha as if he were nervous about the actual eating part of the night. While the omega had no concerns about the meal, Jimin knew their little adventure afterward would be the real concern. 

Jungkook moved to pull the lid of the large container, excited at the reveal. “You know, last time you ate so well that I just had to make sure you had enough. I figured the family-size serving would be good.”

Jimin let out a little sound of surprise, trying to hide the reaction to his mate’s teasing words. The omega also felt the flutter in his empty belly at how excited he was for the night and that brought a little embarrassment of its own.  

Jungkook sat Jimin down, put chopsticks in his hand, and slid the container in front of him. The alpha saw the excitement and hunger in his mate’s expression, laughing a little as he kissed Jimin’s forehead. 

“Well, what are you waiting for? Go ahead.” 

Jimin looked up at his mate with a bit of confusion. “What about you?” 

The alpha smirked as he pulled a much smaller container from the bag. “Don’t be silly, baby, I won’t make you share That’s yours. I have my own.”

Jimin’s jaw dropped a little, surveyed the massive container once again, and felt a new and bigger wave of embarrassment run through him. At that moment, he knew his alpha was testing him so Jimin decided he was going to make Jungkook’s night worthwhile. 

Jungkook watched in anticipation as Jimin simply agreed with a smile and began mixing the large bowl of noodles. It was nearly an arm workout to properly distribute the sauce throughout the bowl. 

Without any further question, Jimin absolutely dug into the container - taking massive bites and only taking small breaks for sips of his Chilsung or Coke to wash down the salty, savory taste. Jungkook was almost entranced with the show Jimin was putting on, not having taken a single bite of his own food as he watched his omega eat a regular serving’s worth of noodles in a few large bites. 

Jimin knew faster was better for him to get through his food, but faster, in this case, also bloated him very quickly this time around. His dress was making him quite aware of that. He felt the fabric became more and more stretched across his stomach as it grew with his persistent barrage of carbs and spicy, salty sauce. 

The bites came and went, Jimin almost blacking out into a euphoric state of eating through over half of the container. Jungkook sat in awe next to his omega, taking bites of his own food here or there. The alpha wanted to check in multiple times, but he was afraid to break the mood that Jimin was functioning in at the moment. 

Jungkook bought the container as a teasing joke, knowing that Jimin could eat it over the course of a full evening together. Taking time to camp out on the couch and allowing Jungkook to feed him would likely be needed to get Jimin through the last of it. 

However, the alphas watched as two-thirds of the container disappeared with ease. Jungkook had seen Jimin at all levels of hunger and motivation before, yet he had never seen his mate eat so voraciously, especially with the impending plan to leave the house. 

With less than a quarter of the container left, Jimin finally put the chopsticks down and leaned back to chug down the remaining half of his can of Coke. He felt massive and was sure that he looked it considering the feeling of his alpha’s hands on his belly the second he reclined in his chair. 

The shyness in front of his partner was long gone so Jimin enjoyed the kneading massage that worked the bubbles of trapped air up and out of his stomach. As he pulled the now-empty can away from his lips, the omega let out a trio of deep belches that Jungkook worked out of him.

It felt like he had more space after the release of air and Jimin shifted in his chair to grab his chopsticks and continue eating. Jungkook was surprised by the entire evening so far - Jimin’s dress was even tighter than he anticipated, his mate was eating voraciously even though he knew the plan for the night, and the omega had barely said a word since he started eating.

“Baby, you know we are taking a little walk after dinner. You don’t have to finish it all.” 

Jimin hummed and looked up at Jungkook with a smirk. “Alpha, you said this was mine.” 

Jungkook was shocked again, knowing Jimin was not one to talk back. “It is yours, but that doesn’t mean you have to eat like a starved man. You can finish the rest later if you need room to, you know, move.” 

The omega knew that Jungkook was taking him to eat more on top of their outing, but Jimin just felt motivated and like he needed to prove a point. He was so embarrassed last time that he wanted to try making a mess of his alpha this time around. 

Jungkook immediately saw the challenge in Jimin’s eyes and knew their night was going to be fun so he decided to encourage it. If his omega could eat four servings worth of black bean noodles in one sitting, who was Jungkook to question him? 

The alpha watched with anticipation and a bit of pride as Jimin worked through the remaining noodles, enjoying the way his dress grew tighter and tighter as his stomach rounded out with his oversized dinner. 

The only thing Jungkook knew for sure was that tonight was going to be incredible. 

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Pausing at the top of the stairs, Jimin sighed and braced himself for the descent as he remembered how it felt last time. All of his big talk and confident attitude from back home was long gone, now filled with regret and a hell of a lot of food. The walk to the station alone had been treacherous, even requiring a break just a block down the street. 

Jimin had made Jungkook slow his pace twice, arguing that he should have been tucked up on the couch in his pajamas with a gentle massage if his alpha wasn’t so demanding. It only made his alpha laugh harder as Jimin whined, knowing his omega was enjoying himself below the jabs and complaints. 

Considering he felt the weight of nearly double the amount of food in his stomach with time around on top of his weight being higher in general, it was definitely going to be interesting. 

He waddled down to the middle landing at a steady pace, attempting to contain the groaning complaints he wanted to release with each step. Jimin grabbed Jungkook’s forearm to pull them to a stop before going down the next set of steps. 

“I distinctly remember…” Jimin started, pausing to pant through a few breaths while his face scrunched with an amused expression at his own struggle. “Remember saying no stairs last time.”

Trying to contain his laughter, Jungkook offered a helping hand to his mate while encouraging them to continue so they could make the next train. “But you are so cute, how could we pass this up?” 

Jimin rolled his eyes but also blushed at the compliment. He gripped Jungkook’s hand through the final steps, gravity giving him no help whatsoever against the yet-to-digest food packed in his belly. 

“God, we still have to go back up at the next stop. Fuck,” Jimin mumbled as he leaned into his alpha’s side. Jungkook couldn’t hold back his laugh this time around, chuckling as he kissed his mate’s forehead in response. 

They made their way to the platform, Jimin still attempting to catch his breath from the stairs. With the train a few minutes away, Jungkook decided to help his mate out a little bit. 

The alpha stepped behind Jimin, slowly caressing his mate’s hips until his hands spread under his stuffed belly. Jungkook then lifted, relieving some of the pressure on Jimin’s midsection and appreciating the heaviness of his mate’s full stomach. 

Jimin melted back into him, moaning quietly and partially forgetting that they were in public due to the pleasing relief. 

“Ah, I love you,” the omega whispered, incredibly grateful for his alpha’s gesture and hoping that everyone around them could not sense the arousal growing in his scent. 

“I love you too, baby,” Jungkook replied, his lips right beside Jimin’s ear followed by a kiss to his mating mark. “You are incredible. Your belly is so heavy and round. People must think you’re having a pup any day now.”

Jimin let another moan slip from his lips, feeling quite thankful for his own forethought to put a plug in before dinner otherwise he knew slick would be leaking down his thighs at this point. 

He was actually happy when they were interrupted by the automated voice telling them the train was arriving otherwise he may have let his alpha start putting on a free show in the station. 

The omega walked them forward, slipping his fingers into one of his mate’s hands to pull him closely behind. Jimin was hit with the full weight of his belly once he stepped away from his alpha’s gracious hold and almost laughed at the way his waddle immediately returned. 

Smirking at Jimin’s ambling walk, the alpha kept his eyes in front of his mate to look at the state of the train - silently hoping for another interaction similar to their last trip. There had been no comments on his omega’s impressive belly yet and he was craving that rush they both got from their first venture out.

Jungkook couldn’t believe it when they entered the train car, but there in the same seat was the woman who gave his mate her seat months ago. He assumed it must’ve been her daily route home from work to see in the same spot. 

Jimin clearly recognized her as well, stopping a little short and letting out a quiet groan when his alpha bumped into his back - jostling his full belly. His hand immediately landed on top of his stomach to rub away some of the air that had gotten dislodged.

The train wasn’t nearly as full this time around, two seats being open directly in front of the alpha and Jungkook decided to see if she remembered them, directing Jimin to the open seats and offering his hand to help his mate lower to the bench. 

As soon as the alpha was sitting down, Jimin’s head fell to his shoulder as the omega cuddled close to him. Jungkook knew that his mate was probably feeling a wave of emotions from the last twenty minutes and likely a bit tired from their walk immediately after he finished one of the biggest meals the alpha had seen him eat. 

Jungkook let Jimin have his quiet moment as he caught the eye of the woman sitting across from them; both alphas smiling in tandem as the realization was made. He waited in anticipation for whatever she hopefully would say. 

“Must be any day now, hmm?” the sweet woman said, breaking the ice. 

Jungkook had to hold back his laugh as Jimin chose to fake a nap at a time like this, hiding his shame in the alpha’s shoulder. He nodded and made a show of rubbing Jimin’s belly. 

“Yeah, not much room left,” Jungkook replied, again almost breaking into laughter as he felt more than heard the small whine that left the omega’s lips. 

The older woman laughed and looked at Jimin with an endeared expression. “Well, at least you are out and about. My mate always said she felt too big to move unless she had to.” 

Jungkook did laugh this time, loving the entire interaction even more than their first outing. “I think Jimin would agree, wouldn’t you, babe?” 

Jimin finally left his hiding spot with a smile, hoping that his face wasn’t as red as it felt. He sent the woman a kind smile before turning to his alpha with a pointed look, trying not to give into the pure look of amusement yet interest in Jungkook’s eyes. 

“I’m just happy that there wasn’t a fight for seats this time,” Jimin replied lightly, relieved to feel the train coming to a stop and to see a look of kindness from the woman across from them. 

As the train came to a halt, the woman watched them closely, seeming to enjoy whatever type of reverent memory she was getting of herself and her mate as Jungkook stood and offered his hand to Jimin. 

That feeling of her genuine regard for them, assuming Jimin was carrying a pup instead of a family-size meal’s worth of black bean noodles filled the omega with embarrassment yet arousal. 

His hand found his lower back while Jimin allowed Jungkook to help him up - yes, for the act, but also out of genuine need. He was feeling heavy and tired, stomach filled to the brim in a way that would usually have him bound to the couch while Jungkook gave him a gentle massage. 

Jimin felt another sense of embarrassment flare up when he realized that his dress was bunched up around the taut crest of his stomach, quickly attempted to adjust the fabric and let out another low whine when it was nearly too tight to move. The seam on the side scratched at his sensitive skin and he squeezed Jungkook’s hand as they exited the train car after bidding the woman a safe trip home. 

Jungkook directed them to that same secluded corner they found months ago and immediately cornered Jimin against the wall. He smirked as he watched his omega hide his pink cheeks with his adorably, chubby hands. 

“I can’t believe we saw her again. She must think you are literally due any minute. So big and round, walking around with a waddle…who would even question it?” Jungkook teased, loving the quiet whimpers that Jimin was muffling into his palms. 

“We can never take this train again,” Jimin whined, peaking between his fingers with a pleading look. 

Jungkook raised his brow. “And why is that?”

“What if she sees me again? She’s going to know that I was never pregnant!” 

“Oh, how would she know, baby?” Jungkook asked with a smirk, squeezing his omega’s hips in anticipation of his answer. 

Jimin pouted at his mate, finally taking his hands away, and responded, “Because…ugh, because I’ll probably be bigger if she sees me again and then she’ll know this is not a bump; it’s just my belly.” 

Jungkook pulled Jimin in for a kiss, feeling the literal heat on his omega’s cheeks from how shy and self-conscious that admission made him. “That’s right, Minnie. It’s just your growing belly with all those heavy noodles making you all bloated and full.” 

The omega melted into Jungkook’s arms; the alpha letting out a rumbling sound as he felt his mate’s teeth dig into his shoulder just as they did last time. “Alpha…”

“We should probably get to that bakery before it closes,” Jungkook said, completely ignoring the flustered mess of a mate that was clinging to him. 

Jimin pulled back and looked at Jungkook with an uncertain expression. “Gguk, I will split the sides of this dress if I eat any more right now. It’s already too tight.” 

The alpha’s eyes widened, pulling Jimin closer as he kissed his neck. “That is one of the hottest things you have ever said to me.” 

The omega smacked his shoulder with a giggle and then sighed as the continued heavy weight around his middle was getting tiring to carry around. “Okay, listen.” 

“Always, baby.”

Jimin smiled at the genuine response before he looked at the adoration in his alpha’s eyes, making a decision he knew that he would regret. “There is no way I can do pastries right now, but…we can go to that ice cream parlor again if you want.”

Jungkook’s smile widened, cupping Jimin’s cheeks that still were holding that tinge of pinkish color. “You’re incredible. Let’s go.” 

The alpha led his mate toward the exiting staircase, not bothering to chuckle at the omega’s slow and pronounced waddle now. Between the dress and the movements, Jungkook would admit that Jimin could really sell the pregnant look tonight - even better than last time. 

With a few more steps, Jimin looked up at the ascending staircase and leaned into the alpha’s shoulder. “God, these damn stairs. How do I always forget about the stairs? We are taking a fucking taxi next time.” 

Jungkook laughed loudly, supporting Jimin’s slow trek up the stairs as he decided to keep the words ‘next time’ to himself. No matter how much he complained, Jimin never failed to show that he enjoyed this just as much as Jungkook did.

[starry-bubbles]

I took a quiz and-

This is made specifically to rectify the fact that all other ABO quizzes suck shit. Yes I'm only making this ironically. Yes I'm putting act

[soft-bellied-tannies]

Date Night Debauchery

The first post of Chubtober is a gift for my lovely friend, Cherry.

Read here or on AO3!

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“Hey Hobs, do you want to go out with us tonight? You can bring Yoongi, we would love to see him again. It’s been so long!” Jimin asked with a hopeful expression. 

His co-teacher at the dance academy rarely went out with them and they had only ever met Hoseok’s partner, Yoongi, a handful of times. The last time they saw Yoongi was nearly two years ago when Hoseok had started at the academy and the pair accepted invitations to welcome dinners.  

Jimin was very understanding and kind every time Hoseok mentioned that Yoongi was quite introverted and didn’t enjoy going out much. He would simply say that his partner, Jungkook, was similar and he hoped the couple knew that the invitation was always still there if they wanted to accept. 

Hoseok shook his head and honestly did look a little dejected. Jimin was a difficult person to say no to considering how genuine he always was.  “Sorry, Min-ah, you know Friday night is date night. Maybe another time!”

“Okay, have a good night! We’ll have a drink for you!” 

Sending them a parting wave, Hoseok hightailed it to his car. He had a few errands to run before he went home including picking up dinner. Making quick work of his pit stops, he was pulling into their driveway just thirty minutes later. 

Although he sometimes thought about taking Jimin up on the offer to go out, Friday nights with Yoongi were not something Hoseok ever wanted to give up. Uninterrupted time with his partner was always a priority, but over the past two years, the activities they partook in on date night had changed for the better in both their opinions.

“Yoon! I’m home!” Hoseok called out, waiting to see if he would get an answer. When he didn’t, he smiled and carried his bags into the kitchen. Yoongi loved a good nap after work so Hoseok never really questioned if he was taking a nap, just where he had ended up dozing off. 

After putting his haul away and separating their takeout into portions, Hoseok walked into the living room to find his partner just waking up from his sprawl on the couch as expected. Yoongi’s comfortable work-from-home outfit left little to the imagination, not that Hoseok minded the opportunity to ogle his partner’s evergrowing soft frame.

Hoseok knelt beside the couch and placed a hand on Yoongi’s plump cheek. He moved his thumb back and forth for a moment, excited for what the rest of the night held for them. “Hi, baby.” 

“Hey, how was your day?” Yoongi asked as he struggled a bit to sit up. He tugged his shirt down that had ridden up during his nap, a small strip of skin still visible at the bottom even after his adjustment. 

“Great, my seniors finally hit their routine and Jiminie and I came up with cool choreography for our new group. How about yours?” Hoseok replied, running a hand up and down Yoongi’s soft thigh - squeezing every now and then because he couldn’t resist sinking his fingers into his boyfriend’s skin. 

Yoongi shrugged and pouted his lips for a kiss before answering. “It was fine. Got a new set of lyrics finished with Joon and I picked up a new project from a group that is trying a new dark concept that I’m really into. Also, we need more peanut butter and ice cream sandwiches.” 

Hoseok nodded with a laugh. “Got it, I’ll add it to the grocery list. Ready for dinner?” 

“Absolutely, I’m starving,” Yoongi answered, patting his stomach and looking up at Hoseok who was now standing. “Did you get extra cheese?” 

“Of course, babe, I know your order by heart,” Hoseok said before heading to the kitchen, collecting the pizza boxes and extra add-ons like his salad and Yoongi’s cinnamon sticks. “You want beer or coke?” 

Yoongi gave him a little shy smile as he accepted one of the pizza boxes. “Both, please.” 

Hoseok kissed his forehead, watching as Yoongi grabbed the first slice and the edge of the box rested on the top of his stomach. His boyfriend was already to the crust when he got back with their drink selections. “Want any of my salad, Yoon?” 

Letting out an amused laugh, Yoongi shook his head while his mouth was full of the majority of his second slice. “I’m good, Hoba.” 

Cracking open one of the Coke cans, Hoseok handed it to Yoongi and warned him, “Here, babe, make sure you don’t choke.” 

Yoongi accepted the drink, chugging down half before going right back into his pizza. The box was now beside him on the couch, pizza in one hand and Coke in the other while they both rested on his stomach. “They kind of skimped on the bacon this time.”

Hoseok leaned over to inspect the pizza and he did have to agree, they went a little light on the toppings. “Yeah, they did, that’s annoying. Want me to go grab some of ours?” 

“Yes, please,” Yoongi responded with another sweet smile that had Hoseok ready to give him anything he ever wanted. He watched as his boyfriend let two handfuls of bacon bits rain down on what was left of his pizza before thanking him. “Mmm, much better. Thanks, jagi.” 

Hoseok then let Yoongi work on his pizza while he ate his salad and found something to watch. His boyfriend was starting on slice number six by the time Hoseok opened his pizza box which he knew would become Yoongi’s soon anyway. 

One pizza was nothing for him these days so Hoseok grabbed two slices for himself and put the box next to Yoongi so he could move seamlessly onto the next pizza once he finished his own. 

“Hey, babe, can I get another drink?” Yoongi asked after draining the can of Coke. Hoseok immediately had a can of beer open for him and, without missing a beat, he opened another as he knew that Yoongi always chugged the first beer in one go no matter how far in they were. 

Letting out a belch after downing his beer, Yoongi excused himself and accepted the second can. He kissed Hoseok on the cheek and absent-mindedly rubbed the top of his stomach for a brief moment, taking a quick measure of how full he was and determining that he had plenty of room left. 

Hoseok smirked when he noticed Yoongi spread his legs a bit and recline into the cushions. If he was getting comfortable on the couch, that meant he was planning on really going for it - ready to be stuck for a while instead of keeping it light enough to waddle off to bed when they were done. 

Reaching over to give Yoongi’s stomach a gentle prod, Hoseok followed it with a few encouraging smacks. “Come on, Yoon, it’s going to start getting cold soon. You hate cold pizza.”

Yoongi sighed, knowing that his boyfriend was right, and dug back in. He handed his beer to Hoseok and grabbed two slices, stacking them on top of each other and getting them down in what felt like seconds. After picking up the last slice of his pizza, he tossed the empty box onto the coffee table and pulled Hoseok’s closer to him. 

“Good job, baby,” Hoseok whispered, followed by a firm squeeze to Yoongi’s still-soft underbelly. “You have more after the pizza and I’m feeling a little impatient tonight. I might have to start feeding you myself soon.” 

If anything, that was more encouragement to slow down because Yoongi loved it when Hoseok fed him, but he, at least, needed to finish the pizza before handing over his control. He started in on his boyfriend’s pizza, realizing it would be easier to get down since it was simple pepperoni instead of the meat lovers he had just put away. 

Hosoek wondered if Yoongi had taken it easy during the day because he was actually maintaining a quick pace, going against the persistent teasing that had been happening. As he thought about it, he concluded that he couldn’t have gone that easy because there were at least four ice cream sandwiches left when he grabbed ice from the freezer that morning and now they were gone. 

By the time Hoseok had finished his salad and a couple of slices, Yoongi only had two left from the second pizza and his clothes were starting to look a little uncomfortable. “Finish that pizza, Yoon, and then I’ll help.” 

Yoongi simply nodded and continued powering through, grabbing the last two slices and wolfing them down as fast as possible. The waistband of his sweatpants was cutting into him and he wanted Hoseok to take over - reaching a level of feeding fatigue even if he definitely had room left to eat more. 

Slipping one hand beneath the tight band, Hoseok pulled it below Yoongi’s heavy belly. He moved his hands under the tight t-shirt to travel up from the soft underside across his midsection until he reached the crest of his now taut stomach, giving it an inquisitive press that brought a rumbling moan from his boyfriend’s chest. 

“There you go, baby. Much more comfortable, you just need more room, right?” Hoseok said teasingly, watching as Yoongi’s belly spread into his lap when he finally removed his hands. 

With that, Yoongi’s reprieve had ended as he watched Hoseok grab a bag from the restaurant and turn it over to dump out the contents. He wasn’t even sure how his boyfriend managed to get a bag full of icing cups for one order, but he would never complain about it. 

There was clearly enough to have one cup with each cinnamon stick which is exactly how Hoseok fed it to him. It was sickly sweet, but Yoongi couldn’t say no to the indulgent dessert. Part of him wished they saved a bit of the savory stuff to alternate bites, although Hoseok’s pace didn’t really allow for breaks anyway. 

After the fourth one, Yoongi simply gave into his partner’s control. He opened his mouth and ate what he was given without hesitation - reclined heavily into the couch cushions with his hands on his very full stomach until the dessert box was empty and it felt like every inch of his stomach was lined with cream cheese icing. 

Yoongi hadn’t even realized the steady stream of cinnamon and sugar stopped until Hoseok’s prodding hand was back on his stomach, finding very little give in his taut skin. He always ate a lot, especially at his boyfriend’s hand, but Yoongi felt absolutely beached tonight - dough and cheese with a bunch of sugar on top filling his stomach to the brim. 

“You okay, babe? You’re looking rather full,” Hoseok asked quietly as he continued his gentle massage of Yoongi’s bloated stomach. He knew Yoongi would answer with moans and groans for a little while, digesting his massive meal. 

This was Hoseok’s favorite part. That pride in seeing his handiwork on Yoongi’s frame, feeding his boyfriend into temporary immobile bliss. They could gladly spend hours this way - Hoseok manhandling and teasing Yoongi while he just let all the sensations overwhelm him. 

“Jiminie asked me to go out for drinks again. I keep telling him Fridays are date nights and he always offers for you to come, to see everyone again.” 

Yoongi made a small sound of embarrassment for two reasons. One, knowing where this conversation was headed, and two, from the gurgling sound of his stomach every time Hoseok pressed on a sensitive area.  

“Imagine what they would think of you now, baby. They haven’t seen you since I joined the studio and they see all those college pictures on the wall in my office. Remember how much smaller you were back then? Would they even recognize you? What happened to my little college basketball player, hmm?”

The moan Yoongi let out was his only answer, throwing his head back against the couch as Hoseok moved to straddle him - fighting his distended middle for space. The arousal overpowered the shame from his partner’s humiliating words. He could only imagine the look on Hoseok’s coworkers’ faces if they saw him again, especially Jimin whom Yoongi matched in stature two years and many, many pounds ago. 

Hoseok’s hands continued their caress of Yoongi’s belly as he placed random kisses on his partner’s exposed neck. He leaned forward slightly to rest more of his much slighter weight on Yoongi’s middle, bringing yet another guttural moan out of the bigger man. 

“You finished everything so fast, ate like a starving man when we both know you are never starving these days. I wonder how many snacks you pack away while I’m gone. Seems like there is something new on the grocery list every day.”

Yoongi was a non-verbal mess as he often became under his partner’s attention. He was convinced that Hoseok had the ability to cast some sort of spell over him, convincing him to melt under dedicated hands and intense words. 

“We still have time to go meet up with them, could get all dressed up and go out, but we both know that’s not happening since you wouldn’t be able to get off the couch by yourself. You can’t even fit this gut in your sweatpants right now. Putting jeans on would be a nightmare.” 

Hoseok was excitedly anticipating Yoongi’s response as it normally went one of two ways on nights like this. He would either completely agree and let Hoseok have his way with him or he would find a little resolve to argue back. Hoseok loved when Yoongi argued back. 

“I can get up just fine, thank you very much,” Yoongi mumbled, cheeks pink from both the heat of the moment and his partner’s endless teasing. 

With a raised brow, Hoseok climbed off Yoongi’s lap and he let out a disbelieving laugh. “Alright, big guy, let’s see it then.” 

Yoongi huffed in response to the nickname and the demand. He knew better than to challenge Hoseok and based on how much effort it took to attempt the first scooch forward, this was going to be a difficult attempt. All that food was heavy in his stomach, pushing both up and out in a way that made breathing a little tough and bending forward impossible. 

Rocking back and forth a few times, Yoongi stood slowly while using the little bit of momentum he built up. It took all of his strength to push past the wave of heartburn that rippled up his throat as he stood, a deep belch being forced out from the pressure on his middle. He let out a low breath, trying to hide the amount of effort it took. 

“See, per…perfectly fine,” Yoongi huffed, trying to act naturally as if his body was begging for him to collapse back into the cushions. He tugged his shirt back down around his distended middle as far as it would reach and rested his hands on his hips, pretending that his stomach didn’t feel like a lead weight hanging off of him. 

The necessary arch of Yoongi’s back to support his overfilled belly only pushed it farther forward, testing the limits of his already snug shirt. After a few more heaving breaths, he felt balanced enough to stay standing, but Yoongi knew that anything more than that would require assistance and at least another hour of digestion time.

Hoseok laughed and palmed the underside of Yoongi’s bloated stomach, giving it a gentle shake. “Well, clearly I haven’t fed you enough if you are ‘perfectly fine’. Sit down, baby, I’ll be back, and don’t even think about touching yourself.” 

Yoongi’s eyes widened as he heard the no-nonsense tone from Hoseok. He already felt ready to burst and he made the mistake of mouthing off to his partner. Tonight was far from over now. 

Part of Yoongi wanted to push it even more, maybe taking off his shirt or refusing to sit down, but he was already in for a little pain before his pleasure and that was enough for him. He fell back onto the couch with a heavy thud, groaning at the poor choice on his part - a sudden hit of nausea overcoming him with the jostling of his full stomach. 

Yoongi closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, resetting himself and preparing for the next round of food as if he hadn’t just put away eighty percent of their takeout order himself. Friday nights were always interesting, but he loved when Hoseok got a little mean, giving up all his control to his typically sunshiny partner. 

When Hoseok walked back into the living room with the unopened quart of vanilla ice cream and a bag of honey butter chips, Yoongi was confused. This was not a normal choice for his partner - ice cream obviously, but what was the point of the chips? 

Hoseok set the container of ice cream on the coffee table out of Yoongi’s reach and held out the bag of chips for the other to take. As he took the bag from his partner’s hand, Yoongi realized that there was a certain item missing from Hoseok’s haul - a spoon. 

Before Yoongi could ask any questions, he was given new instructions that made his eyes widen. Hoseok was full of surprises apparently. 

“Okay, big man, since you are feeling so confident tonight, you earned a little prize for yourself. You are going to eat those chips, keep yourself nice and full until this ice cream melts and once it’s ready, you are going to drink the whole thing, got it?” Hoseok explained as he stood in front of the couch, hands on his hips with a look of absolute seriousness on his face. 

Yoongi felt a shiver run down his spine at the tone of his partner’s voice. It had been a while since they had a night like this and thankfully he was sitting because this side of Hoseok always made him weak in the knees. 

“Yeah, got it.” 

“Mhmm, what was that?” Hoseok asked with a smirk.

“Yes, sir, I understand.” 

“Good boy.” 

Yoongi did everything he could to hold back the moan threatening to fall from his lips. The ask alone made him motivated, but the tone of Hoseok’s voice was nearly enough to send him over the edge untouched. 

Without further hesitation, Yoongi opened the bag of chips and put three in his mouth, ready to work through the bag like it was his job. He had to ignore the fact that his stomach was not on the same page as his mind. His body was screaming at him to be done with sweetened carbs for the night, but Yoongi had certainly trained his stomach at this point to persevere. 

He was desperate to have Hoseok’s hands back on him, but Yoongi knew that he wouldn’t get that until the ice cream was gone. That was the trade-off for being mouthy even if it was incredibly worth it in the end. 

Yoongi couldn’t help but smirk at Hoseok looking as if he could barely restrain himself from jumping back into Yoongi’s lap - well, whatever room was left for him. He simply continued pushing through the bags of chips, focusing on following all of Hoseok’s rules. 

Completely unaware of how much time had passed, Yoongi startled when his hand met the bottom of the now-empty chip bag. He looked up to find Hoseok’s amused expression looking back at him. 

“So greedy you didn’t even realize you ate the whole bag,” Hoseok teased while taking the empty bag out of his hand. “I gave you enough time to pace yourself for the ice cream to melt and yet you just can’t help yourself.”

Yoongi felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment before it shifted to a bit of discomfort. It was like the entire bag of chips hit his stomach all at once since he had zoned out through tearing through it. 

Letting out an involuntary groan, Yoongi leaned back and his hands found his stomach - his incredibly tight stomach. The pure amount of cheese, sugar, and grease fighting for room would be concerning if he didn’t absolutely love how full and fattening it felt. 

“So full…” Yoongi groaned as if he had any chance of stopping Hoseok’s plans. He was the one who brought this on himself and the pain of pushing through was always worth the reward in the end. 

Hoseok dropped onto his knees beside Yoongi considering his lap especially was lacking room for him to take his usual spot. He ran his hand up from Yoongi’s soft hip until he drummed his fingers across the taut crest of his partner’s overly full stomach. 

“I bet your ice cream is all melted now, baby.”

Yoongi felt packed so full that the thought of ice cream, melted or not, on top of everything else made him a bit nauseous, but the arousal of knowing that he could be more full with Hoseok’s hands all over him outweighed any feeling of sickness. 

“Can you do it?” Yoongi asked, certain that Hoseok would be nothing but excited at the request. 

Hoseok grabbed the container with a smile and carefully removed the lid, not wanting to spill a drop. “With pleasure, darling.” 

The anticipation sent a low heat through Yoongi’s groin, hoping that Hoseok would be ready to do all the work considering he felt glued to the couch before the ice cream that was about to sit at the top of his stomach. 

Yoongi felt the cold condensation on his bottom lip as Hoseok held the container up to his mouth. He was the farthest thing from hungry, but his mouth still watered like he hadn’t eaten in days. 

Although it was melted, the ice cream was still thick and cold as he started to drink - no reprieve from Hoseok as he held the container at a steady angle. The chilled liquid relieved some of the pain in his stomach at first until chugging reminded him just how little room he had left. 

The sugar-filled cream quite literally had nowhere to go except sit directly on top of his stomach. Every swallow felt like it was pushing Yoongi’s stomach farther than it had ever been pushed before. He was familiar with the feeling of going over his limit, but it had been quite a while since he felt that pinch in his side telling him to stop. 

Hoseok, ever observant, seemed to notice and gave him a little break - eyeing the bit of cream that dribbled down Yoongi’s chin as he did. He leaned in to lick it up slowly, enjoying the intimate taste of his partner. “Almost as sweet as you, sugar.” 

That sent Yoongi right back into a state of nonverbal mess, just able to moan in response as he was desperate for more. More of what? He didn’t even know. Possibly Hoseok’s touch, but now, Yoongi wanted nothing more than to prove how good he was even if his body disagreed.

At the moment though, he genuinely needed a break. The pinch in his side was slowly becoming a cramp. His breathing was felt quicker simply because he feared a deep breath may cause him to pop. 

Hoseok noticed Yoongi’s intentional breaths and smirked, wondering if he needed a little help digesting. He palmed Yoongi’s swollen belly and jostled it side to side. Yoongi immediately grabbed his partner’s hand in a tight grip, giving a silent signal that he could not handle the movement.

The last thing Yoongi wanted was to tap out and shaking his stomach would certainly make that happen. Seeing the way Yoongi’s eyes were closed as he breathed through the moment, Hoseok instantly got the hint and started running his fingers through his partner’s hair - peppering Yoongi’s face with soft kisses. 

Yoongi couldn’t help the relieved and endeared feeling that filled his chest as Hoseok was fully in tune with him, switching his touches to tender caresses. They may both love the intensity and teasing, but respect and care for each other were always going to be the priority. 

Hoseok brought his lips to Yoongi’s ear, kissing his neck just below and whispering, “Tell me what’s going on, baby.” 

“Just needed a break, I promise.” 

“You sure?” 

Yoongi started nodding, not wanting to lose the incredible direction of their “date night” as he had looked forward to Friday nights every single week. “Want to finish…please.” 

Hoseok smirked once again, leaning back and holding Yoongi’s plump cheeks in his hands. “My good boy, such good manners.” 

Yoongi involuntarily moaned in response to the praise, always reaching a point of uncontrollable desperation at this point of the night. He would be embarrassed if Hoseok didn’t love it. His moan, however, was cut off by the container once again finding his lips. 

Opening his mouth and leaning his head back against the couch, Yoongi watched in satisfaction as Hoseok’s eyes lit up. The container was tilting up in an instant, now angled higher as the cold yet melted cream poured into his mouth at a much higher pace. 

Yoongi never knew how Hoseok was capable of pushing his body past what he thought were his limits. It’s as if Hoseok’s praise and touch alone increased his stomach capacity. 

Seeming to go into another place mentally, Yoongi ignored everything except Hoseok’s warm hand on his belly and gentle praises in his ear. The second half of the pint was gone faster than the first, but it made itself just as well known. 

When Hoseok pulled the contained away, he saw every bit of Yoongi’s pleasure and pain - well aware that they had gone farther tonight than they had since close to the beginning. He didn’t know why since it was just a normal Friday night for them, but something was in the air that night.

Yoongi finally opened his eyes as he was missing Hoseok’s touch, confused as to the long pause. Usually, his partner would have been back on his lap and starting to get into his pants by now. 

To Yoongi’s surprise, Hoseok was in front of him with his phone out, apparently taking photos. The blush once again returned to Yoongi’s cheeks when he saw the pride on Hoseok’s face which was honestly deserved considering the work his partner had put into feeding him up. 

Without another warning, the photos were the farthest thing from Yoongi’s mind as Hoseok dropped to his knees in front of the couch and pulled the offensively tight fabric from Yoongi’s torso. 

After his shirt was pushed up to his chest, Yoongi expected Hoseok to move on to fight with the tight waistband of his sweatpants, but he was surprised by the warm sensation of Hoseok’s lips on the sensitive skin of his belly. 

Yoongi felt heat rise through his body when Hoseok dedicated himself to worshipping the angry pink lines across Yoongi’s pale middle. As if he weren’t covered in enough marks, Yoongi knew that his belly would be covered in a spread of sweet purple love bites to accompany his variety of old and new stretchmarks. 

Between the sudden nips from Hoseok’s teeth followed by the soothing open-mouth kisses, Yoongi could form no words. He sat heavily, melting into the couch cushions as he panted through the barrage of sensations from his partner. 

Yoongi’s hand found Hoseok’s hair and grabbed a handful, tugging slightly in a nonverbal attempt at reprieve. Before pulling away, Hoseok spent another ten seconds on the same spot he had been focused on, ensuring that a dark bruise would be left behind. 

Hoseok couldn’t help the smirk that formed on his face when he saw the absolute deshelved state of his partner. Yoongi was clearly trying and failing to keep it together and Hoseok loved being the one to cause that. 

“What’s wrong, my love?” Hoseok asked so sweetly as if he wasn’t just ravishing Yoongi’s array of stretch marks. 

Yoongi huffed and let his head fall back against the couch again to continue trying to collect himself. “Babe, if you keep going, I’m going to cum in pants like a teenager.” 

Hoseok laughed brightly, not expecting that response before bringing his expression back to an even more mischievous smirk. “Well, Yoon, that sounds like I’m doing my job correctly.” 

It seemed that Yoongi’s break was over as Hoseok’s hands sunk into his still taut belly and his lips found a new mark to focus on. He was immediately worked back to the edge of release as if they hadn’t taken a break at all. 

At that point, Yoongi knew better than to fight it and let himself fall into the bliss of Hoseok’s affection. He let the moans reverberate through his chest freely and melted into the soft couch. His hands found Hoseok’s hair once again, but this time in an encouraging, loving touch rather than a resistant one. 

Hoseok’s teeth scraped against Yoongi’s skin once again sending a shiver up his spine. His soft thighs instinctively tightened around his partner’s body that was still knelt between his legs. Hoseok blew a soft, cool breath across Yoongi’s flushed, warm skin spreading chills across his body. 

Pleasure was not a new sensation to Yoongi, but he certainly loved when Hoseok got creative in how to give it to him. Another strong grip of his thick sides was followed by a strong bite to one of his newer stretchmarks, the skin incredibly sensitive to the touch. 

Yoongi barely registered any pain at this point, just the hefty weight of his middle becoming less and less apparent with the impending release of the tension between them. He turned his face to the side and buried his chin into the cushion, finding a place to muffle his growing whines that accompanied his strung-together moans. 

Hoseok’s hand suddenly gripped his plump chin and brought their lips together as his other hand trailed down Yoongi’s belly, fighting slightly with his stretched-thin waistband until he could finish what he started. 

All that could be heard throughout their open living room was a final sobbing groan from Yoongi before labored breathing and Hoseok’s gentle whispers of praise were left. Neither knew how much time had passed when they finally separated enough to finally look at each other, and then promptly burst into laughter. 

“Well, this night has gone better than I even planned,” Hoseok said lightly, following it with a much sweeter kiss than his previous. 

Yoongi simply nodded and let his head fall back to his partner’s shoulder. “God, I’m exhausted.”

Hoseok chuckled again as he nodded. “I can imagine. You have a lot of calories and a good orgasm working against you.”

It was Yoongi’s turn to laugh since he really couldn’t disagree. What he could disagree with was the fact that Hoseok held his hands out to offer Yoongi help up as if that was something possible at the moment. 

“Hoba…jagiya, if you think I’m getting up any time soon, you are mistaken.” 

Hoseok did laugh, but Yoongi also saw the challenging look in his partner’s eye. “You need to get out of those pants at the very least, but we both could use a shower before bed.” 

Yoongi continued to look at Hoseok as if he were insane until he let out a deep sigh and finally brought his shirt back down to a slightly more acceptable place than bunched up under his arms. Although, his still very full belly made it more of a crop top than a full shirt. 

“15 minutes?” Yoongi asked, knowing he didn’t stand a chance bargaining against Hoseok. 

“Oh, sure, I can get you a little snack for your break too,” Hoseok responded, pointing over his shoulder to the kitchen. 

Yoongi groaned and held out his hands with an almost pitiful look on his face, knowing that was not an empty threat from his partner. “You are such a menace.” 

Hoseok could only laugh once more as he grabbed Yoongi’s hands and braced himself to help his heavy partner off the couch. He watched fondly as Yoongi wiggled to the edge of the couch cushion, mumbling about how he was going to be so bloated in the morning - as if that was a new thing for Saturday mornings. 

Once he was up, Yoongi felt Hoseok’s hands immediately wrapping around him from the back as his partner started to direct them down the hall to their bedroom. The walk was slow and slightly embarrassing as Hoseok commented on Yoongi’s ambling waddle to accommodate his stuffed belly. 

Yoongi couldn’t bring himself to actually feel any shame when all the comments were followed by the gentlest kisses to his neck and cheeks just as they were every time they made that walk from the living room to the bedroom. 

No matter how far Hoseok pushed him, Yoongi always loved date night.

[starry-bubbles]

cw: cis-swap, smut 18+

thinking of my sweet lesbian jikooks (remember them? hehe💕) lately they are always on my mind...

jm comes out of the shower and finds jk topless on the bed. she's also wearing panties. they are simple cotton, a bit of lace on the edges. the panties hug her wide, curvey hips and when jk leans forward, the fabric gets caught in the crease of her thighs and belly, almost causing them to completely disappear from view. trapped in the folds of soft honey skin. but all that feels obsolete at the moment.

"hi jm-ie," jk says, her voice is low. she shimmies her shoulders subtlety and the effect is instantaneous. jm feels her mouth go dry.

they've been together ages now, but she's always struck a bit dumb by jk's tits. jk, of course, knows this. she exploits it like the little brat she is.

jm straddles one of jk's big plush thighs. before she can even think about doing so, the act is already done. she gets her hands on jk's tits. holding them tenderly. they are sizable of course. everything about jk's larger than life and her breasts are no exception. they're not exactly perky like the photoshopped things on TV or magazines, they are too big for that. the heavy weight of them causing them to sink down jk's chest without their usual sports bra support. but they are dense and defined, likely helped by jk's gym routine. jk's nipples shine outwards and to the side slightly rather than straight on. it draws jm in like she's being hypnotized. staring at them too long leaves jm dizzy. and when jk squished them together with her own hands it makes jm a bit cross-eyed.

jm never really understood the appeal of cleavage before meeting jk. yes, she knew she liked the idea of boobs. being thin and lithe as a dancer coupled with her genetics, jm had really small tits and an almost flat chest. she just didn't get what the big deal was or why the media made such a big deal of it. (maybe she was a bit selfconscious about her own body too).

then she met jk. from the first time she experienced what it was like to hold jk's tits and feel the lush weight of them filling and spilling out of her hands, she knew she was hooked. jm could dive her nose in-between and down jk's sternum and feel almost suffocated by the warmth and softness all around her, muting her senses to anything that wasn't her beloved jk. sight, smell, sound, feel. completely encompassed in jk thanks to her marvelous tits.

now that she gets it, jm is a little bit obsessed.

(she's obsessed about everything regarding jk, to be honest.)

jm's still on jk's lap, her towel slipped off and fallen on the floor, forgotten. jk reaches down and tosses it in the hamper, tsking under her breath at jm about making a mess. jm could care less about the mess. she's too absorbed in jk. absently playing with her tits, and feeling the tension build inside her as she ruts her hips against jk, already seeking pleasure.

therefore, jm is not prepared when jk suddenly flexes her quad under her. the muscle of her legs pushing through the chubby layer of soft skin and right into jm's pussy. firm, strong, and unyielding. jm gasps in surprise and whimpers. instantly grinding down and riding the muscle that tenses and then relaxes to hug and melt back into her pussy. she rocks her hips hard and fast feeling herself start to slide and she gets wetter.

jk giggles at her desperation and shamelessness. jm feels heat crawl up the back of her neck but she's too worked up not to react at this point. "oh you liked that?" jk asks, flexing again and jm keens, rocking faster. "so eager, mama." jk comments affectionately. there's a little bit of breathlessness there too, behind the collected facade. she loves working jm up like this. loves their contrast, both dynamically and physically. they both do.

jm gets to climax quickly. crying out and gripping on to jk for dear life. and jk holds her. she lets jm sink into the warm weight of her torso, wraps her big arms around jm like a blanket.

jm feels so small like this. safe and protected. soaking up jk's aftercare and kisses.

after she comes down enough, they are both a bit sleepy, but she returns the favor for jk. mouthing at her glorious tits again, she trails a hand lower, her small hand running over the hourglass waist to jk's plush and prominent lower tummy. jm's hands have always been rather petite. jk likes to tease jm about it. but jm doesn't mind. her hands might be tiny, her fingers short, but they are powerful. talented enough to make jk choke on her own laughter.

she rubs gentle circles into the pooch of plump softness under jk's navel. her pinkie catches slightly on the band of jk's panties. jk tenses, her belly jumping under jm's hand as she reacts to jm's touch. clearly, jk knows where this is going. jm smile turns greedy. giddy.

"can I touch you, baby?" she asks deviously. jk nods quickly. dark curls bobbing around her cheeks which are already darkening with a delicious blush.

jm goes slow. a couple more passes over jk's belly before dipping lower. she run's a hand over jk's panties first. the fabric is already tacky and damp. Sticking to the folds. her inner thighs flop open as jm gets closer her hips wiggling minutely. they are really both quite shameless, jm thinks. the difference is she knows jk likes it slow like this, likes the build, likes to draw it out. jm is happy to oblige.

that doesn't mean jk isn't inpatient though.

"jm..." jk is squirming now. "please it's--" jm presses a little more firmly, rubbing at her clit through the underwear. the fabric is sopping now, sticky and surely chaffing her sensitive skin.

"you want these off, sweetheart?" jm asks, tugging gently at the cotton and lace.

"please," jk huffs. she lifts her hips and helps jm slide them off before flopping back down.

"oh look at you baby," jm praises instantly. she cups jk's mound, bare and glistening. her fingers catch in the bush of dark hair that is slightly damp and soft to the touch. jk leans up and kisses jm like she's water in the desert, like she is trying to swallower her down. all the while grinding up into the heal of jm's palm before gaining some of her composure back. jm is always so impressed by her beloved's willpower in this kind of setting.

"sorry," jk grunts flopping back. she's trying to relax but jm can see the tension in her broad shoulders, the usually mailable and gently sloping shape of them slightly stiff. muscles more defined and bulging slightly under her skin. her baby is so strong, jk feels a swell of pride at the sight. jm loves it so much it has her dripping again.

"so good, baby" jm says kissing at jk's sweaty temples and tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. "can I go inside?" she suggests the idea with her hand below, circling two fingers around the rim of jk's throbbing pussy.

jk nods consent hurriedly. eyes squeezed closed.

jm goes slow with this too, even though she knows that when jk is this worked up she can take a lot fairly quickly. jk loves penetration. it's something jm has little taste for herself. she's tried it plenty. but finds it too uncomfortable. the sensations instantly take her out of any pleasurable headspace. jm figured it was like that for everyone. that it was something everyone suffered through for the act of sex.

then jk rocked her world, literally.

jk has told jm she loves the stretch, the fullness that comes with having something inside. the pull and tug from deep within. all things that jm finds to be too much, jk lives for. early on, when they were first exploring with each other, jm tried to keep the focus on jk during sex. she enjoyed fingering jk then, just as much as she does now.

but jk caught on quickly, noticing the tiny tells that jm was uncomfortable and reluctant when the attention turned to her. when jm shamefacedly confessed she didn't find penetration pleasurable, she didn't have some excuse or traumatic incident to point to, but jk didn't even bat an eye.

"do you not like me touching you?" jk asked seriously.

jm immediately shook her head. no, that wasn't it. she loved jk touching her, holding her encouraging her. jm wanted to have sex, to share and experience that kind of pleasure with someone. especially with jk. there were other things jm quite enjoyed about sex. jm had already come more times under jk's touch than any of her other partners combined. (granted she hadn't had many, but she'd only been with jk a month back then) she didn't think she'd ever want to go back.

overtime, jk and jm learned together what it was that worked jm up and pushed her over the edge. it wasn't always the same things that worked on jk, they found out. but they both found pleasure in pleasing their partner, so it never felt like a chore whenever they were intimate like that.

jm barely thought about it now. it's natural between them. jm always figured she needed to find someone who was exactly like her to be truly at peace with her sexuality, a prospect that seemed impossible.

and jk turned impossibility into reality.

at present, jm is knuckle deep in jk. the plush tight heat is both slippery and gripping at her three fingers. she scissors them and jk lets about a sudden strangled cry. jm looks up, so focused on her work that she almost forgot to admire jk's pretty face. her fluffy cheeks are blotchy and lips parted as she pants. her belly and chest rising and falling with each labored breath. she's a vision like this. so far gone and strung out that she's babbling a bit with every thrust of jm fingers, going deeper and deeper. jm could be fully in her belly and it wouldn't be deep enough for jk.

she kisses jk's skin there, right under her navel. biting and sucking. "look at you gorgeous girl," jm murmurs, she thumbs of jk's hard clit, "my big girl."

jk comes hard and fast. she chokes out a moan, shaking and clenching around jm's fingers inside her. jm hand gets trapped in the crushing power of her plush trembling thighs.

"oops," jk mumbles giggling a little bit even in the dwindling euphoria. she releases her grip on jm's hand still plunged deeply into her. jm doesn't pull out completely though. she knows jk likes to stay full, so she just kisses jk's jaw and then pillows her head on her lover's still heaving chest. she lets her three fingers rest there, in jk's hot, oversensitive pussy that is still actively and almost hungrily sucking jm in. insatiable, her jk.

jm wouldn't have it any other way.

[starry-bubbles]

thinking about yg cleaning up after hosting a party and putting away the majority of a medium sized chocolate sheet cake into a weakly protesting but incredibly pliant sj.

"ah, yg-yah." the rumble of his belly is high up practically in his chest. there's no room left below. "why did you--ugh-pff."

even the gas bubbles feel heavy. rich and thick like the cake itself.

and yg kisses him deeply. like he's trying to eat sj. tasting the sweetness of the cake on their tongues. it's warm and comforting to keep their mouths full even when sj couldn't possibly eat more and there is no more cake left.

they are both lethargic from impending food coma and after party burnout. their movements are clumsy and the extra jostling makes sj moan. he's too full, clearly. belly big, swollen with creamy cake filling. the skin tight and distended held between his own two stabilizing hands to provide what superficial comfort he can.

and yg is ravenous.

"I can't believe you did it," yg says breathlessly. he feels ready to combust. weak and trembly just looking at sj. he moves on from making out with sj's mouth to his belly instead. gentler than before of course. the skin around sj's belly button is hot and pink and so silky smooth. he can't stop thinking about just how much of that chocolate cake is in him right now and it makes his mouth go dry and heat crawl up his neck and his heart pounds. "you're amazing."

sj can't really reply. he's too far gone. too heavy with cake and lust and pain to do anything but lay still. but he smiles all the same. he'd do anything for his yg after all.

[lesbianbellylover]

You’ve always tried to stay slim. That’s what society tells you to do, right? Restrict what you eat, do lots of cardio, try to be as small as possible. You have the flat tummy to prove it.

But you also have a secret. Living this restrictive lifestyle makes you unhappy and, of course, hungry. You don’t even find it attractive.

You love watching heavy women at the beach, the ones rubbing sunscreen over their chubby arms and thighs. You love watching their significant others gently massaging lotion over their back rolls and generous, curvy bellies, making sure every inch is covered, treating them as though they are goddesses dropped onto this earth. You watch these women walk down the beach, completely comfortable and confident about their bodies with their thighs rubbing together and their bellies sticking out.

You want that confidence. And you want a belly like that.

It isn’t hard to start. You’ve been dieting for so long that once you begin to eat normal sized meals, you feel a layer of pudge settling over your midsection. It’s soft, sexy, and comfortable. Your lower tummy develops a slight curve. People start to tell you that you look healthier, and it’s true, you look much healthier than when you were living on carrot sticks. Your boobs fill out your bra and you get the beginnings of a booty.

After a while, you stop gaining weight. You realize that you’ve probably reached a set-point, the weight your body wanted to be before you were restrictive. If you want to grow, you’ll need to eat more. You add higher-calorie ingredients and try to eat a little extra at each meal. It isn’t easy, but after a while, you can put away two servings at dinner. After, you relax on your couch and rub your increasingly plump tummy.

A couple of months later, you’re excited to see that you finally have a belly. It’s round, but small enough to hide at work under swingy dresses. It’s your secret little belly. When you’re stressed at work, you put your hands under your desk and surreptitiously rub your middle. When you get home, you take off all of your clothes and walk around enjoying your body. You stand in front of the mirror, cupping your new belly in your hands and admiring how jiggly it is.

You go on a date, wearing a dress that hides your midsection. There is an immediate connection, so you go back to your place. You admit to yourself that you’re a bit nervous. What will she think when she sees you in the nude? You find out when you strip off your dress and stand in front of her, belly poking over your undies and all.

Wow, she says. You are so beautiful. Still, you are surprised when she walks over and immediately pats your belly. I love this, she says.

Later, you’re lying in bed with her arms wrapped around you. She rubs your middle. I love a woman with a belly, she says. I love a woman who eats full meals.

Over the next few months, you continue to enjoy each other’s company. She cooks delicious, filling meals for you and never forgets your favorite desserts. You gain a little relationship weight. Ok, maybe more than a little. One morning, she cups your belly in her hands and makes an assessment. Look at this, she says, squeezing you. I need both hands for this now. It looks like someone has a little more to love. Oh? You reply, pushing your belly up into her hands, loving her touch. Do I need to go on a diet? You ask, knowing what the answer will be: of course not. Don’t even think about ruining this body with a diet.

You go out to lunch with a friend, the kind who lives on carrot sticks. She bluntly says that you’re getting a potbelly. You lose the friend and keep the belly, a belly that isn’t small or secret anymore.

Finally, it’s summer, and you enjoy a beach day with your girlfriend. You’re wearing a bikini for the first time in your life. You stretch out beside her on a beach towel, pat your belly, and moan with pleasure. After a day of being stuffed with sandwiches, chips, and beer, you’re bloated and bulging visibly more than when you arrived. Your girlfriend turns toward you and rubs your stuffed tummy. Hmm, she says, maybe your friend was right. Looks like someone’s getting a potbelly. She gives you a few playful slaps. You laugh, and are delighted by the way your belly laughs along with you under her hands. You know you’ve been feeding me all day. Mmmm, she replies, I can’t wait until your belly looks like this when it’s empty, and massages you some more. But for now, she continues, it looks like you still have some room for ice cream. What do you think?

You think yes, of course. You push yourself up from the towel, watching your belly plump out over the waistband of your bikini bottoms. Your girlfriend helps you up - she knows it’s a bit more difficult for you these days.

You walk toward the concession booths, marveling at how every part of you shakes gently as you move. You pat your belly again contentedly, looking at how far it sticks out now. Hmm, you wonder. Should you get a brownie sundae or a banana split?

Why not both?

[breadcheekstete]

hehe, model au wip (ôㅈô)

[starry-bubbles]

the real tragedy of my 20s is having to go to my many silly little odd jobs to pay my bills instead of write my many silly little kinky fluffy fanfictions

[starry-bubbles]

I was writing a little drabble about my lesbian jkooks today I got a biiiiit carried away.

[starry-bubbles]

If I just ate, I can eat again.

I can eat until I am full.

I will eat until I am full.