Another empty package of cookies were thrown onto the floor. That made ten. Ten packages of cookies that Jimin had eaten and it’s not like he was hungry. He had been snacking all day in between meals.. and these meals weren’t small either. He had eaten a large breakfast and lunch and and even larger dinner. His stomach was overly stuffed, taut and sore. With a small whine, he reached his chubby hands out to try and sooth his stomach, but he couldn’t reach all of it and his hands were too small to help much anyway. Maybe Namjoon could help? He was in his studio but Jimin knew his boyfriend wouldn’t mind rubbing his tummy for a bit, right?
Stifling a small burp, he managed to pull himself out of bed and started to waddle out of his room and down the hallway to Namjoon’s studio. God, he hated walking. The bigger he got, the more tiresome it got to move. By time he even got to Namjoon’s door, Jimin was panting and sweat started to slightly bead at his forehead. If he didn’t need this belly rub so damn badly, he’d have just gone to bed and slept his meals off. With a small huff, Jimin knocked on the door, it only taking a moment before Namjoon to answer.
“Door’s unlocked, you can come in!” He called out.
Jimin wasted no time in tugging the door open, his hips slightly brushing the doorway as he waddled inside. Upon seeing his boyfriend completely stuffed, flush and panting, Namjoon grinned, standing up.
“You ate too much again, didn’t you baby? C’mere..”
Namjoon cooed softly as Jimin let out a soft whine and waddled over to the taller male whose arms were outstretched and waiting. Jimin sighed softly as he pressed his face against his boyfriend’s shoulder, his taut belly pressing right up against Namjoon’s flat one. Instead of his arms wrapping around Jimin for a hug, Namjoon’s hands went directly to Jimin’s overstuffed gut, slowly pressing down and massaging over the exposed skin. God, was he thankful that this shirt Jimin was wearing couldn’t stretch to cover his stomach. It would only be a matter of time before it would wouldn’t completely fit him.. and he could not wait for that.
He was snapped out of his thoughts by Jimin huffing and whining that he was getting tired of standing and his legs hurt.Namjoon smiled softly at him, cupping his chubby cheek.
“Hold on, angel.”
Namjoon took Jimin’s hands, leading him over to the couch on the other side of the room that he added for Jimin when he wanted to watch him work. He sat down carefully, reaching out to Jimin and at this point, Jimin was way too tired to try to sit in Namjoon’s lap nicely so he ended up plopping down onto him, squishing Namjoon into the cushions. Jimin.. pretty obviously didn’t fit perfectly in Namjoon’s lap anymore. He had outgrown it a few months ago, not that the taller male minded. He loved being pinned under Jimin’s weight. Once he was situated, he reached to rub over Jimin’s stomach again, earning soft moans from the other.
He pushed down gently in a few places, eliciting a few tiny burps from Jimin, who immediately groaned afterward.
“Feeling any better, baby? You know.. if you keep eating like this, you’re not going to be able to come to me for belly rubs when I’m working. You’re going to end up being stuck in bed.”
Jimin just shrugged, his eyes lidded at the soothing feeling of Namjoon’s large hands. He started to slump a little further onto him, pushing Namjoon that much more into the couch cushions.
“I can just.. mm.. call you Joonie.. can come to give me belly rubs instead.. instead..”
He yawned and smiled as Namjoon continued to work his fingers over his stomach, giving it a few gentle pats and jiggles. As much as he wanted to play with Jimin’s belly more, he knew now wasn’t the time. This was a nightly thing for them. Jimin stuffed himself silly all day, then after his last snacks, he came to ask Namjoon for belly rubs and then he fell asleep. This would leave Namjoon pinned under Jimin’s massive form, but it’s not like he minded. Hell, it was honestly his favorite part of the day.
He only managed to massage for another minute or two before Jimin had fully leaned against him, pinning him between the couch and his soon to be soft, squishy tummy, soft snores coming from the smaller (in height obviously) male on top of him. Namjoon smiled as he closed his eyes. He wouldn’t have this any other way.