“I bought a scale after I noticed the pants I bought last month were already starting to get tight.” To emphasize, Jimin hooks a thumb in his waistband, where he has to dig a bit beneath a love handle that’s only been emphasized by eating and sitting. The tip of his thumb gets pinched tight between fabric and fat. “I’ve gained thirteen kilos since the doctor’s appointment where I got scolded for gaining ten.”
feedist kinktober prompts 6-10: jm's unintentional gaining gets... not so unintentional
I can’t stop thinking about one of the boys being extra chubby and working at a fast food restaurant in a uniform that barely fits them. And they always get big meals for their lunch break and they even have customers who love getting extra food just to offer them.
So, I kind of disappeared mid-Chubtober, sorry about that! Work and life just got kind of wild these past few months and writing was on the back burner. I had plenty of ideas, but the motivation to put those into complete fics just wasn't happening.
But exciting times - I made a new friend! @bulletproofscales is a great writer and we recently connected, it was lovely. I've been reading his fics for a while and just wanted to appreciate his writing.
He was so kind and made me feel a renewed sense of confidence and motivation in my writing. So consider this a little new friend gift and encouragement to send the message to those writers you appreciate!
Read here or on AO3!
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The house was quiet aside from the rustle of Yoongi unpacking his takeout order on the coffee table. He had been craving fried chicken and hoped that ordering extra would finally encourage his boyfriend to eat more than his typical protein, veggies, and rice for dinner.
Yoongi loved Jimin with everything he had and would never ask him to change if Jimin truly didn’t want to, but deep down, Yoongi felt that Jimin’s strict discipline and bland diet were more forced than desired.
Jimin had a hard-earned physique which Yoongi could appreciate. However, it was difficult to pinpoint exactly why Jimin’s appearance held so much of his mental and physical space.
Yoongi saw the way Jimin stopped himself from indulging as if he were internally scolding himself for even considering. He would literally stop halfway as he reached a hand or a utensil for any food outside of his tracked and planned regimen.
Most people would be angry with the thought of someone just grabbing food off their plate, but Yoongi wished Jimin would steal bites as often as it looked like he wanted to.
Jimin entered the room carrying a small bowl of rice topped with some veggies and tofu. It looked entirely unappetizing, admittedly even more so than Jimin’s typical food that at least had decent seasoning.
As he sat down, Jimin glanced at the containers of fried chicken that smelled incredible. He stared at his bowl and just felt his stomach turn. Even though he was hungry, the thought of eating his perfectly weighed and prepped meal felt more disappointing than ever.
Yoongi looked over at Jimin with a bit of a sad smile, seeming to pick up on Jimin’s hesitation to eat. “You don’t have to eat any of this, but I got your favorite flavor and some beer I know you like. Just have as much as you want - you know, if you want any at all, no pressure.”
The words hung in the air, like a permission slip Jimin didn’t need but admittedly wanted. He wasn’t sure if it was hunger or the way Yoongi had phrased it, but the next thing he knew, he was reaching for a piece of chicken, and then the beer Yoongi opened for him.
Jimin didn’t know how Yoongi managed to spontaneously flip the mental switch or if he was just so tired of monitoring his diet so closely, but something about tonight sent all of Jimin’s hesitation out the window.
Without letting himself turn back on his moment of diet rebellion, Jimin pushed the small bowl away and watched with anticipation as Yoongi slid a full container of chicken in front of him. The spicy sauce looked more appetizing than anything Jimin had eaten in months.
Yoongi made a sound of appreciation as he saw Jimin pick up another piece of chicken and sip on the beer. He wasn’t about to question a thing that was happening. To see his boyfriend enjoy his meal for the first time since they moved in together was more satisfying than any food could be for Yoongi.
Jimin continued to reach for piece after piece of chicken, almost mindlessly as he tried to stop himself from thinking too much about calories. The spice was perfect, heat masking his fullness in between sips of the chilled beer.
It didn’t take long before Jimin was full, more full than he had been in a long time. The chicken and beer went down with ease, warm and filling in a way that his veggies and rice never could be.
As he sat back against the couch, rubbing his already bloated stomach, Jimin couldn’t help but feel a little ashamed. The reality of the situation came crashing down quick as he looked over at the still-full bowl of his meal-prepped dinner.
What have I done?
Jimin had lost track of how many pieces he’d eaten, no possible clue how to track this slip-up of a meal in his calorie app. There were only crumbs and leftover sauce in the bottom of his empty container, and he felt completely stuffed.
Jimin was feeling a bit dejected because he had worked so hard his whole life to stay in shape and maintain his physique, resisting college weight and the temptations of having his own finances to spend however he liked. Suddenly a stable relationship steals all his willpower?
Yoongi, on the other hand, was still happily munching away on his chicken. Jimin wasn’t upset that his boyfriend was on the chubbier side by any means. Yoongi had been a bit pudgy when they met in college, and the weight continued with indulgent choices and a settled relationship. Jimin had always told himself not to fall into bad habits when they started dating, even more so once they shared a home.
Choosing to ignore Jimin’s silent spiral in hopes of pulling his boyfriend back out of it, Yoongi sent him a warm, satisfied smile. “It’s nice to see you relaxing a bit. It’s okay to indulge and eat what you like sometimes. I promise.”
Jimin nodded, but there was a small, nagging voice in his head telling him he’d overdone it. But Yoongi was right, it was just food. It was just a moment of indulgence. It didn’t have to mean anything more than that.
As they settled into the couch, both of them full and happy, Jimin realized something. Maybe he hadn’t eaten to enjoy the food, maybe he’d been eating to enjoy the way it felt to share a meal with Yoongi, to relax and let go.
It wasn’t about the food itself; it was about the moment, the connection getting stronger with Yoongi. Still, Jimin couldn’t ignore the tightness in his jeans as he reclined, the way his stomach stretched uncomfortably against the fabric.
Next time, I’ll say no.
But for now, he couldn’t help but wonder: was Yoongi’s influence stronger than his own self-control? Jimin was inclined to believe it was and no matter what his insecurities were telling him, he loved Yoongi way more than counting calories.
Jimin's thoughts were interrupted by Yoongi's gentle touch on his arm. "Hey, you okay? You seem a little lost in thought there."
Jimin forced a smile, trying to push away his worries. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit full."
Yoongi chuckled, patting his own stomach trying to ease the tension growing. "I know the feeling. But isn't it nice sometimes? To just let go and enjoy?"
Jimin nodded, not entirely convinced. He glanced down at his stomach, noticing the slight roundness that hadn't been there before. It was barely noticeable and entirely bloating that would go down with time, but to him, it felt like a glaring reminder of his lack of control.
"You know," Yoongi continued, oblivious to Jimin's internal struggle, "I've always admired how disciplined you are with your diet and exercise, but I worry sometimes that you're too hard on yourself."
Jimin finally cracked a bit of a sad smile. The words rang true and he knew where Yoongi was coming from. “I know, I’m sorry. I’ve seen the way you look sometimes when it gets…bad.”
Yoongi sighed and placed his hand on Jimin’s thigh, rubbing soothingly. “You don’t get bad, Jiminie. Your anxiety and insecurity may ebb and flow, but nothing about you is bad.”
Looking down at Yoongi’s hand gently caressing his leg, Jimin felt a rush of warmth return, almost physically feeling it overpower that little voice constantly in his head. He simply nodded as he realized Yoongi had more to share.
“And it’s okay if you gain a little weight. If you get settled and relax a bit more. Relationship weight is so normal, expected even and I would love you the same. I mean, I admit that I would even enjoy seeing you fill out a bit more.”
Jimin felt his face heat up at Yoongi's words, mixed with a flutter of anxiety. He hadn't expected Yoongi to be so direct about it even though he knew better than to underestimate his hyung. "You would?" he asked hesitantly.
Yoongi nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Of course. You're gorgeous no matter what, but I love the idea of you being more comfortable, more relaxed. Plus," he added with a playful wink, "I think you'd look incredibly cute with a little extra padding. I mean, your ass is great already, Min, but imagine it with a bit more weight. Damn…"
Jimin felt his cheeks flush, torn between embarrassment and a strange sense of excitement. He'd never considered that Yoongi might actually prefer him a bit heavier. It was a jarring thought, but not entirely unpleasant.
"I don't know," Jimin mumbled, his hand unconsciously moving to his bloated stomach. "I worked so hard for so long to maintain…everything. It feels like I’m giving up on myself if I just throw in the towel.”
“And I understand that, but I’m just saying that you don’t need to stop enjoying food just for the sake of staying thinner. I’d love to take you out for dinner dates or spoil you with your favorite sweets. Sometimes it would be nice to know that my Jiminie has eaten well because of me.”
Jimin was caught off guard, feeling himself get a little bit teary-eyed from the confession. He hadn’t realized that he was limiting his and Yoongi’s quality time for the sake of dieting. “I would love that too. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize-”
Yoongi leaned over, giving Jimin a gentle kiss to cut off the impending ramble of misplaced guilt. “Don’t apologize. I know you better than anyone so I know you would never do it intentionally. Just promise me that you will talk to me if you are feeling insecure or having those internal struggles. I’m not saying you have to start or stop anything food and body-related. All I’m asking is for a bit more communication about those things.”
Jimin nodded slowly, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside him. "I'll try," he said softly, leaning into Yoongi's touch. "It's just hard to let go of old habits, you know?"
Yoongi smiled understandingly. "I know, baby. And I'm not asking you to change overnight. Maybe you can be a little kinder to yourself. Allow yourself to enjoy things without guilt?"
Jimin took a deep breath, considering Yoongi's words. He had to admit, something was appealing about the idea of relaxing his strict regimen, of allowing himself to indulge without constantly worrying about the consequences.
"Okay," he said finally, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I mean, dinner was really good tonight. I can’t remember the last time I ate as much as I wanted without counting the calories or restricting myself.”
“I know, and I just want you to know that you can do that more often. I’m glad you enjoyed dinner tonight,” Yoongi replied with a warm smile, leaning in for another kiss. “How about dessert?”
Jimin laughed and rolled his eyes. “That was quick. You just wanted an excuse to feed me, didn’t you?”
“Maybe,” Yoongi chuckled with a small shrug. “Or maybe I just want to spoil my darling boyfriend who I love so much.”
“You already take care of me so well,” Jimin responded genuinely, wanting Yoongi to know that he had not been lacking just because Jimin wasn’t always eating as much as he should.
Yoongi patted Jimin’s thigh as he stood up. “And now I can do it even better. So, ice cream?”
Jimin laughed and felt a weight lift from his shoulders as if his insecurities floated away with Yoongi’s reassurance. “Yes, I suppose I could make room for some ice cream.”
As Yoongi headed to the kitchen, Jimin leaned back onto the couch, his mind still processing their conversation. He couldn't deny the pleasant feeling that spread through him at the thought of Yoongi wanting to care for him, to spoil him. It was a stark contrast to his usual self-imposed restrictions.
The sound of cabinets opening and closing drifted from the kitchen, followed by the clink of bowls and spoons. Jimin found himself smiling, anticipation building despite his already full stomach.
Yoongi returned, balancing two generous bowls of ice cream. "I hope you don't mind, but I may have gone a little overboard with the toppings," he said with a shy smile.
Jimin's eyes widened as he took the bowl from his boyfriend - multiple scoops of ice cream drizzled with caramel sauce, sprinkled with chocolate chips, and topped with whipped cream.
“Damn, you were serious about wanting me to soften up, huh?” Jimin joked as he carved out his first spoonful.
Yoongi paused for a moment and looked over Jimin’s thin and lean body. He had always thought his boyfriend was too small, but it was also a little selfish. Yoongi loved the idea of a softer, curvier Jimin and he told him as such.
"Well, I can't deny that the thought of you with a bit more cushion is appealing," Yoongi admitted with a playful smirk. "But more than that, I just want you to be happy and comfortable. If that means indulging in dessert, then so be it. I hate the thought of you sitting around inside your head thinking you can enjoy a meal. In my eyes, you always look beautiful so why worry?"
Jimin felt a flutter in his stomach that had nothing to do with the sweet treat in his hands. Yoongi was so open and honest in a way that was healing Jimin in unexpected ways. How could he possibly deny his boyfriend’s words when they were spoken without a moment of hesitation?
“Thank you, hyung. Really, that means more than you could ever know,” Jimin replied, trying to keep his tears at bay by focusing his eyes firmly on his spoon in hand.
Yoongi hummed, clearly pleased that Jimin was accepting such a bold compliment and implication. "Of course, Min-ah."
As they ate, Jimin found himself relaxing more and more. The initial guilt he'd felt earlier was fading, replaced with the satisfaction of a delicious dessert and his boyfriend’s care for him. He expected some resistance from his stomach to eat the bigger-than-expected portion of dessert, but the sugar seemed to be a fresh start and it went down easily.
They ate their ice cream in comfortable silence, watching the movie playing. Yoongi finished his first and cuddled up with Jimin who was still working through his bowl. Yoongi admittedly put extra ice cream in Jimin’s bowl, purely because of the excitement of his boyfriend's agreement to dessert.
Yoongi started to softly rub Jimin’s stomach, trying to settle his full stomach considering he never ate this much. Jimin let out a little laugh at his boyfriend’s touch but also melted a bit under the sweet affection. He also was a bit thankful for the comforting touch considering how full his stomach was.
When Jimin finished his bowl, he set it aside and leaned back into the couch cushions with a relaxed sigh. Yoongi’s hand found his midsection again, and Jimin let his stomach fully expand into his touch.
"Mmm, that feels nice," Jimin murmured, his eyes half-closed as he savored the gentle pressure of Yoongi's hand on his overfull stomach. The combination of the hearty dinner and decadent dessert had left him feeling pleasantly stuffed, a sensation he hadn't allowed himself to experience in a long time, if ever.
Yoongi smiled, continuing his soothing circular motions. "I'm glad. You look so relaxed right now. It's a good look on you."
Jimin hummed in agreement, surprising himself with how content he felt. The nagging voice of guilt that had plagued him earlier was now just a distant whisper, drowned out by the comfort of Yoongi's touch and the satisfaction of a good meal.
"You know," Jimin said softly, "I think I could get used to this."
Yoongi looked over at Jimin, his soft smile growing with a more prideful beam. “Good, hyung’s really proud of you, Jiminie. I know that may sound silly over something like dessert, but I mean it.”
Jimin’s cheeks flushed as he let out a little whine, feeling exposed under Yoongi’s warm touch and even warmer smile. “I’m honestly proud of me too, hyung. Also, I kind of forgot how good food could be.”
“Well, don’t worry, you have me to remind you as often as you need.”
I think I actually might have died and passed into a different realm of reality!
WHAT DO YOU FUCKING MEAN?! I NEED TO SEE HIS BELLY HANGING BETWEEN HIS OPENED PANTS RIGHT FUCKING NOW. 😭😭 And not Jungkook constantly encouraging him. I just know at the end of the trip, Jimin was whining about how much weight he put on while JK was just laughing at him, still as fit as the day he left. That boy can eat everything and gain nothing.
hello, love your work he he! Could I request chubby Tae, maybe he is at uni and starts gaining some weight? Would really love it if he has a nice plump belly and really big bum that rips his pants 🙈
hewwoooo !!! i don't even want to know how many months has been this request here i'm so sorry. hope you like this nothenless 🥲
[tægi // fat tæhyung]
yøongi loves photography. is a passion of his since he held his first pororo camera in his hands when he was barely four. he loves it so much he wanted to make it his career, but he's still young and has a lot to learn so he starts with little jobs.
he's been taking the yearbook portries for the arts university of seoul since last year, and even though is a bit embarrassing when everyone is so close his age, he waited eagerly for this years picture day to come.
the reason is a beautiful student named tæhyung, leader of the photography club himself, who caught yg's eyes with his charming features and his gentle manners.
yg doesn't live near the campus, so he never got the chance to see him other than that day last year when he walked in with his white shirt and his paint-stained brown slacks. said slacks who hugged his waist so sinfully for how toned his body seemed to be.
he offered his best profile, and with the sharpness of his jawline he smiled brightly to the camera and yg felt a tug in his heart.
this year, he got the courage to ask his number and waited patiently and professionally for every group to finish before th's made itself in.
yg tried to look discreetly, searching for th in the crowd without success. but his name is on the list, maybe he is sick today?
he sighs, taking the pictures with as much normality as possible when he hopelessly calls his name not even looking up, expecting no one to show up.
"here," someone says, and yg looks up at last.
yg freezes, as a young man waddles into the booth for his picture to be taken. "kim tæhyung?"
"yes," he answers, a bit out of breath if you ask yg.
he takes another look, and with the paint stained slacks he realizes he is indeed th... but fatter.
his once slim figure is now melted in layers and layers of lard. he's so fat now that his tucked in shirt leaves nothing to the imagination with so much honey skin showing through the gaps between the straining buttons. his belly is so rounded and distended that it cuts painfully where the slacks are hugging his waist. said slacks that look ready to pop and tear apart for how thick his legs are. his chest and arms not far enough as they are plump and pudgy.
but his face... oh, his godly features. his jawline faded in a thick layer of fat, making it into a double chin with barely neck. his cheeks are puffy and he looks younger than before, just if it wasn't for how tall he is.
yg adjust the camera to fit his big frame in, all while staring at th through it. at his laboured breathing and... did he just burp?
th rubs his upper belly, trying to hide more little burps but yg can see it all in hd with his camera. he has to fight the urge to record this.
but he wants to get paid, no matter how hot he feels all over from this view so he clears his throat.
"okay, at the count of three, tæhyung-ssi."
at that, th sucks it in, smiling and bunching his cheeks higher as his belly looks kind of flatter.
one, two... three.
the camera clicks and with it th puffs out the breath he was holding. his belly bloating so much that the button of his slacks give up, hitting the floor and making his belly round out over his lap heavily.
th curses under his breath as he burps once more. yg doesn't even realize he moved from his camera when he's taking the button from the floor. yg stares at him, handing the button to th when he realizes he's already staring with a deep blush and panting.
"here, tæhyung-ssi."
th takes it, rubbing his belly. "thank you, uhm..."
"yøongi."
th smiles, and attempts to stand up from the little chair. is not that his ass is trapped, no, it is too big to even fit in the chair in the first place. it's his stubborn belly, getting on the way for him to bend forward.
yg notices this and helps him by holding his hand, but just when he stands with a loud thud, the side of his slacks cracks open. "bye to the last pants i had," he whispers to himself.
"if you stay until the end of the shot i will sew them for you," yg is quick to say.
"really?" yg nods. "for what price?"
"for your number and a meal."
th rubs his belly with his tubby hands. "you've got yourself a deal, yøongi-ssi."
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
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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.”
