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Double And Then Some - YoonKook(?)

Temporary immobility, stuffing, butter eating, big sizes, slight gas.

Yoongi loved food.

All food. Good, bad, mediocre.

As long as he could eat it, it was in his belly.

It wasn’t always like this, back when he was younger and had a better metabolism he would just pick at his food, not really interested in things like flavor or texture. But as soon as he hit age thirty, suddenly his appetite skyrocketed while his metabolism nose dived.

Now, over twice the size he used to be, with his lower belly, thighs and ass soaking up the majority of the weight, Yoongi couldn’t stop himself from eating everything put in front of him.

And boy did he always have food available, thanks to his younger culinarily inclined roommate, Jungkook.

The boy loved to cook and was even in school to become a pastry chef. So when he needed someone to eat his mistakes or left overs, he just put them within reaching distance of Yoongi and by the end of the hour they were digesting in his big doughy stomach, turning the empty calories into more and more fat cells ready to settle into his wide body.

Exams were coming up and Jungkook was practicing like crazy. Even Yoongi with his bottomless appetite and stretched out stomach could barely keep up.

Yoongi hiccupped as he felt his belly balloon even further, full of Jungkook’s never ending macaroons, eclairs and croissants. Today had been challenging for them both.

Jungkook, despite his perfect scores all year, was panicking over his dessert execution. And Yoongi was struggling to keep up with his roommates rejected batches.

Could he just put them in the fridge for later, give himself time to digest? Well, yes. But Yoongi was thinking with his taste buds at the moment so the thought never even crossed his mind.

The obese man sees food, food goes in belly. Simple as that.

Yoongi’s thick fingers shove more sugary desserts into his fat face, getting cream and crumbs all over his chins and shirt.

As the volume of food in his belly increased, so too did the strain of keeping up with the stream of baked goods. Yoongi broke out into a sweat, coloring his already dirty, too small T-shirt with sweat stains under his pits, neck rolls and flabby breasts.

He was struggling but the sheer volume of food in him formed a warm tingling sensation that only grew more pleasurable as he over indulged. His gut, when empty, was already large enough to more than cover his knees while sitting, now hung low only a couple inches away from both the hardwood floor and the pushed out coffee table as he stuffed it further.

His huge thighs were pushed apart in an attempt to make room for his pendulous belly to grow, but their sheer size made it so that they still touched no matter how wide he split them apart. The insides of where his thighs and crotch met was perpetually rubbed red from the friction of waddling around while being so fucking overweight.

Yoongi knew he was out of control, but he just couldn’t stop himself anymore. Food tasted so good, being stuffed felt so good, growing bigger made him feel happy.

Last he had weighed himself, he was creeping up on five hundred pounds. Yoongi couldn’t help but wonder if he’d hit that milestone yet. Or maybe even passed it?

“Here, Hyung! I totally fucked these up, I accidentally put double the sugar into them cause I wasn’t thinking.” Jungkook placed a bowl of thick frosting in front of Yoongi on the coffee table. “I’ve gotta go check the cake in the oven and make a new batch. Enjoy!”

Yoongi couldn’t even get a word in before the younger man was off like a shot back into the kitchen.

Mentally shrugging, he eagerly reached for the bowl of frosting but-

He couldn’t reach it.

Jungkook had placed it too far away from him. Probably because the side tables that were easier to reach were all covered with empty and dirty dishes.

Yoongi huffed in annoyance before rocking his large wobbling body back and forth before attempting a second reach.

His chubby fingers graze the edge of the bowl before the bulk of his bloated gut forced his out of shape body back into a reclined position.

That’s fine then, he’ll just stand up and grab it.

Gripping the right side of the two person couch his lower half now completely filled up, Yoongi rocked a few times again before gaining the momentum to stand up.

Except instead he plopped back down on the couch causing it to creak ominously.

A loud belch was jostled out of him from the impact, startling himself.

What?

He was stuck?

Yoongi had eaten too much food it seemed and was so full and heavy that his center of gravity changed temporarily. Standing seemed to be impossible without assistance for now.

Time to call in reinforcements.

“Jungkook! Kookie! I need you for a bit!”

Yoongi felt kind of pathetic, having to beg his younger roommate to help his fat ass grow fatter. But that frosting, so thick it looked like play dough, was calling to him.

“What, Hyung?! I’m a little busy right now!”

“I can’t reach the frosting, I’m too fat!”

In for a penny, in for a pound.

It took a couple minutes but Jungkook eventually made his way back to the living room. He blinked a couple times as he looked, really looked, at his roommate for the first time in months.

“Oh wow, you’re not kidding… since when did you get so big?”

Yoongi gave him a flat expression. How did the kid not realize Yoongi had blown up over the last few months of his kitchen experiments?

“Since you started freaking out about finals. Now help me get the frosting, I’m starving.”

It wasn’t true. Yoongi was stuffed to the brim with sugar, his upper belly rock hard, sensitive and flushed pink, but his brain told him he needed more, more, more.

Jungkook poked and prodded various parts of Yoongi’s fat body, as if inspecting the damage his cooking did to his Hyung.

“Wow, your tits are bigger than my ex-girlfriend’s!”

“Aish, enough of that you brat.” Yoongi swatted his hand away from pinching his perpetually hard nipples. “Make yourself useful and give me the frosting already.”

“Fine, fine. Here you go.”

Now with the mixing bowl in hand, Yoongi didn’t even bother with the spoon Jungkook handed him and began eating the frosting with his chubby hands.

The frosting really was dough like from all the extra sugar. Very convenient if you asked Yoongi.

Jungkook watched in amusement and vague disgust as his older roommate made a pig of himself. Yoongi’s chins and jowls made his breathing sort of sound like snorting, so the comparison wasn’t inaccurate.

Yoongi suddenly moaned, his belly slowly extending further towards the floor.

Wow thats weird. Jungkook stared.

“Do… do you want more?” Jungkook offered hesitantly.

Yoongi grunted what Jungkook assumed was an affirmative.

Soon the bowl was empty and Yoongi’s stomach was screaming at him in both pain and pleasure.

He trembled from the pressure in his belly, damn he needed a belly rub…

“Jungkook! Where are you?!” Yoongi realized his audience was gone. “I need you to rub my stomach.”

Jungkook popped out around the corner with a platter of what looked like… sticks of butter? “Gross Hyung. You know I’m not gay.”

“It’s not gay.” Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Just rub my- wait, what’s that?”

“Butter.”

“I know, dummy, but what are you doing with it?”

Jungkook smirked. “Feeding it to you!”

Yoongi paused and thought about it. He was already morbidly obese and unhealthy in a multitude of ways. He logically knew that eating the butter would wreck havoc on his system at best, but would consuming pure fat taste good? He needed to know.

“Fine. You can feed me the butter.”

“Hell yeah!”

“Why are you so excited about this? You’re not like, getting off on this are you?” Yoongi felt a little like a hypocrite by accusing him of that, when he himself found an odd sort of pleasure from this.

“Nah, I don’t swing that way, and even if I did you’re more like a brother to me than anything. I’m just curious. Never seen anyone eat straight butter before!”

Yoongi attempted to cross his arms, but the flabby limbs were too large to fully cross so he gave up.

“Fine, but you have to rub my belly as you feed me, or I won’t let you.”

“Deal.”

They shook hands on it.

What followed was the most erotic thing Yoongi had ever experienced.

Jungkook expertly kneaded his immense spread of belly fat like it was the bread dough he made every day. His fingers were dexterous, so similar to how Yoongi’s used to look hundreds of pounds ago. Yoongi grunted and groaned between the burps that Jungkook massaged out of him.

Good, he’s making room for the butter. Jungkook thought, mostly unbothered by the gas.

It was only after Yoongi’s flushed face turned red after he let out an unexpected rumbling fart that Jungkook decided he’d made enough room for the ten sticks of butter to enter his friend.

“Here you go, Hyung. The first one.”

Yoongi obediently opened his mouth for the first stick and took a bite out of the offered treat. Half the stick was now in his mouth, melting. It was salted butter it seemed. Yoongi would need a drink to wash it all down soon.

Chewing butter was weird, he decided. It was hard, mushy and slimey all at once. The experience should have ended there, with his curiosity. But the grossness of the butter was soon pushed to the back of his mind as he swallowed. The fatty bar had mostly turned to liquid in his mouth, and as the grease slid down his gullet Yoongi’s brain couldn’t help but wonder just how much fatter the entire tray would make him?

He suddenly, desperately wanted to find out.

“So, how is it?”

“Greasy.” Yoongi said. “Now gimme more, I’m hungry.”

Jungkook laughed before feeding him the rest of the first stick.

It went down faster this time, as Yoongi was more focused on the action of eating than the sensation or experience.

The next two bars were eaten in a similar manner, liquid butter was dribbling out of the corners of his mouth and down into the rolls of his neck.

Jungkook was in awe of his obese Hyung. He wasn’t really into fat dudes, but something about feeding Yoongi pure fat and playing with his gelatinous gut like this kinda felt nice. Therapeutic?

Was force feeding your already fat roommate literal lard considered a war crime? He wondered deliriously.

Yoongi was now taking three bites per stick by the fifth one. He slowed down in his gluttony as his belly filled up once more.

It hurt again now, and the hiccups came back.

“M-Moh behry -hic!- wubs… pleashe.” Yoongi slurred while chewing the sixth stick of butter

Jungkook didn’t need to say anything as he held the seventh stick up to Yoongi’s plush lips with one hand and pressed into his doughy belly again with the other.

Yoongi moaned, sweating hard now as he slurped up the seventh stick and swallowed with minimal chewing.

It wasn’t even about curiosity anymore.

Yoongi just needed to eat. To consume. To put more calories into his body.

Whatever it took.

Eyes half lidded, Yoongi grunted something unintelligible at Jungkook and suddenly the eighth stick of butter was in his mouth.

He automatically chewed and swallowed, butter squirting out of his greasy lips and onto his ruined shirt.

Jungkook dabbed his palm into the butter stain and used the grease to better rub Yoongi’s belly with. The older man was filling up even more than he was before he started rubbing. Peaking down to where his massive belly hung over the couch, Jungkook saw only a couple centimeters of space sat between the cold flooring and the saggy bottom of Yoongi’s gut.

Jungkook grinned, something nasty in him stirring. He wanted them to make contact so badly. To see the look on Yoongi’s face when he realizes just how massive he’d grown. To know how far gone he is.

The ninth stick took four bites, the globs of fat mushing in between his teeth.

Yoongi panted and moaned in discomfort. His thick arms hugged the sides of his belly, too fat and too short to reach around the mountain of his gut.

He tried to press his hands into the sides of his beanbag sized belly but he was so fat that all he could do was squish it around uselessly.

Giving up, he set his palms onto the sides of his vastly bloated thighs and began squeezing them for comfort.

Jungkook watched greedily as his Hyung groped himself desperately, snorting and moaning and sweating like a pig.

It was strangely exhilarating knowing that it was his own doing that made him into this. This obese hog of a man.

The tenth and final stick of butter breached Yoongi’s lips slowly, sensually.

Half way through the stick Yoongi started shaking.

He quivered as he palmed and gripped at the sides of his beyond swollen gut, unable to do anything to help the sensation of pure fullness.

The last bite he let sit in his mouth until it was fully liquid. Yoongi then let the butter trickle down his throat, letting gravity do the work he himself couldn’t anymore.

Ten sticks of butter.

Downed.

Jungkook stared in awe as Yoongi gasped and squirmed before freezing, a shocked expression on his fat face.

“Wha-?” Yoongi’s hazy eyes widened. “What’s that feelin’? M’ belly’s cold…”

Jungkook threw himself to the floor and ducked his head.

There it was, the bottom of Yoongi’s flab had finally rested itself on the cold, hard floor. Jungkook excitedly popped back up.

“You got so big, Hyung! Your belly’s touching the floor!”

Yoongi froze, reality crashing over his fucked up state of mind.

He was a super morbidly obese, temporarily(?) immobile, gluttonous excuse of a man, who’s belly has sagged so low that it has now begun to rest on the floor.

His cheeks reddened as hot humiliation flooded his butter filled system. Fuck he was so fat.

“Don’t worry, Hyung, I've decided that even if you become immobile, I’ll help you out.” Jungkook couldn’t help but offer. “You won’t have to lift a finger!”

Did Yoongi want that though? His temporary immobility was one thing, but the way that Jungkook was talking it felt like he was aiming for something more permanent?

Whatever it was, Yoongi no longer had the self control to say no.

“M’kay.” He mumbled.

“I'd prefer a yes or no from you, Hyung.”

Yoongi’s eyes glistened as he wiggled in place attempting to see if he could stand or not.

Nope, he was too heavy.

Fuck it.

“Yes… I want it.”

“Want what? Use your words.” Jungkook began rubbing his overstuffed belly again.

“Yes! -URRRRRRP- I wanna get so much fatter! M-Make me immobile, please, Jungkook.”

“Sure. I’ll help then.” Jungkook smiled at the pathetic display in front of him. “You must be thirsty, I’ll go grab you some soda.”

Yoongi’s face heated up even more, a blooming warmth flooding his body.

Soda.

Sugar.

Calories.

Fat.

Yoongi.

And Jungkook was there to help.

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how it feels to have no social media presence as an artist

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BTS nsfw one shots

same page, same number on the scale (ot3 - taejikook - fat maknae line - hurt/comfort - misunderstandings )

a reason to eat (ot7 - jimin centric- fat jimin - kinda angsty at first - bpdy worship)

happy relationship weight (ot7 - seokjin centric - chubby seokjin - hurt/comfort - overstimulation)

what to do on free days (established ot7- namjoon x seokjin x yoongi x hoseok x jimin - namjoon centric - stuffing - overstimulation - sub/dom)

part 2 (namtaekook - public place)

dense and persistent (taekook - chubby jungkook - slowburn-ish - hurt/comfort-ish)

lunch break (yoonjin - obese yoongi - stuffing - pinning - public place - degrading)

BEANS (unfinished- taejin - obese seokjin - farmer taehyung- stuffing - sexual tension - nsfwish

seven days a week ( OT7 , Jungkok centric , fat ot6 )

draw me like one of your fat boys (taejoon - obese taehyung - professor namjoon - model taehyung - explicit - lots of flirting, pwp )

A nice middle ground (prequel draw me like one of your fat boys) (taekook - jikook ar ein an open relationship - mentions of jihope -kink discovery - stuffing - ripping clothes - getting stuck - breaking chairs - slight nsfw )

i wanna be keeping you warm (namgi , plumber porn cliche au , fat namjoon, breath play, body odor)

a spooky dick apointment 7/7 (ot7, hoseok centric, monster fucking, noncon-roleplays, every chapter is tagged individually)

i can smell your lies (minjoon , fat namjoon , sweat, underwear sniffing , handjobs)

pump the gas (collab with @jktummies !! namjin, a/b/o, fat seokjin, heat sex, strangers to lovers , stuffing , gas, body odor)

room for three ( jihopekook , threesome , rivalry , pwp , semi public space , fat jeon jungkook . part one in sfw! )

a helping knot (taegi, a/b/o , alpha taehyung, omega yoongi, heat sex, fat yoongi)

making ends meet by making clothes brust (sope , chubby yoongi , pwp , maid cafe , semi public sex , mentions of drug use/selling , sex work, stuffing , handjobs , d/s dynamics )

a shift in the balance (ot7 with vmin centric, feedee taehyung, feedee jimin, mutual weigth gain, kink discovery)

flowerworks (namkook , established relationship witch namjoon, miscommunication, hurt comfort, power play, magic sex) 

first times (drabble, taegi, trans FTM taehyung, fat yoongi, oral sex, eating out) 

a live reaction to old crushes (jikook , bjs , fat gamer jk , humilaition , body shaming )

a sudden promotion (jihope , maid/boss , degradation , dirty talk , d/s dynamics , body shaming )

ironically, no fucking before the aftercare (namkookmin , idol jimin , managers namkook , fat namkook , daddy kink , car sex , blowjob )

stuck between a chair and a (rock) hard place (2seok , fat hoseok , getting stuck in chairs , mocking, hurt comfort , body worship )

bury your instincts (jikook, omegaverse, noncon, forced submission , forced gaining , fat alpha jungkook )

feeding on instincts... and cake (yoonmin, hyrbids , omegaverse , pig hybrid jimin , snake hybrid yoongi , rapid weight gain , food play)

pomodoro snacking (taegi , public space , indigestion noises , blow job)

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this is bit of a different request so I’m absolutely okay if you don’t do it but I would love to see a story focused on belly noises. something about them to me are the best part whether they’re hunger growls or digestion - especially if they’re bigger. I literally don’t mind what member it is if you would be be okay writing something like that

i saw this request and its one of the most original things ive gotten in my ask box!!! i was so excited to give this a go, hope i did well!! >_< <3

pomodoro snacking

tags: taegi , nsfw , university au , fat kim taehyung , perv min yoongi , public space , blow jobs , inidgestion , belly noises 6.9k words (nice.)

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Yoongi is definitely re-considering all his life choices right now.

Mindlessly choosing a degree in Sociology.

Falling in love with it.

Trying a job in corporate anyway.

Having it suck all the life out of his soul.

Going back to his thesis tutor for a job.

Getting back into academics as a TA and as a Master student.

And having all the stress of deadlines, without any of the stability and money from a corporation.

Now, Yoongi walks into the Sejong Library at 10pm. Backpack heavy with two cans of RedBull, all the academic papers and books he could find on the bastardization of the Korean language (or any language), his laptop, and an industrial amount of candy.

He is hoping the caffeine and sugar will ease the heavy feeling in his heart. The one that always comes when he is riddled with stress.

Yoongi has to show advances in his investigation, or else.

He takes a seat from the ample display of empty tables. Very few people are willing to spend their Friday night stuck in here.

Monday… that's how long he has to bring any progress. If he wants to even begin to be considered as an investigation assistant to his professors.

Trying to be as quiet as possible, he sets everything down. An impressive yet dreadful display.

Cracking his neck one last time, he sits down and gets to work.

It's easy at first, Yoongi does love studying. Especially for something that isn’t tied to any of his classes but something he is looking forward to learning about.

But time slips by quickly, and with each passing hour, his sleep deprived brain becomes sloppier and slower.

He struggles more to connect dots between the authors he is researching.

His scribbles become progressively more incomprehensible as his hand becomes cramped and sore.

And his eyes glide through long, intellectual words, lazily; one word at a time. The amount of times he has to restart a sentence, sometimes even a paragraph (sometimes even a PAGE), to comprehend what he just finished reading.

Yoongi knows he is falling asleep. No matter how hard he pinches at his thigh, his eyelids are heavy with exhaustion. Even if his mind races with caffeine and stress, it can’t make up for the other 8 hours of the day Yoongi spent studying before coming here.

His body is quitting on him. He needs to snap out of it.

The clock strikes midnight, and out of the corner of his eye, Yoongi catches the librarian leaving. Her shift must be finally over.

That's when he… hears more than sees, her replacement walk in.

The old wooden floor creaks and squeaks. Yoongi only offers a quick glance at the person responsible for the noise.

Before needing a much more obvious double take.

This librarian waddles towards the desk. Hips swaying from side to side with each step. Belly sloshing in similar motion, as it drags across his lap.

He walks belly-first, jutting forward and bouncing with each slow step. Slow probably, not only because of all the weight he is dragging across the library… But because his range of vision is mostly likely obstructed by the shere mass of his gut.

It pushes forward, but to the sides as well; in the form of buttery love handles and girthy rolls that his shirt struggles to cover. Poor fabric sinking into the folds and threatening to ride up the circumference of the mystery man’s torso.

The groaning of the wooden planks is accompanied by the sound of the fabric of his pants rubbing in his inner thighs at the leisured drag of his walking. But also harmonizing with the loud mouth-breathing that leaves his lips.

He breaks through the library’s eerie silence without uttering a single word.

Yoongi is just close enough to the desk to get an earful of the chair’s complaints as the new librarian takes a seat. A loud squeak as the poor back support bends under the immense weight.

He can’t see over the librarian’s desk, but Yoongi still finds himself surprised that he even fits at all.

That definitely woke him up.

For all the wrong reasons.

How shameful is it to admit that only now, with most of the mystery man’s torso covered by the desk, does Yoongi notice his gorgeous features?

A round face, where, in the tan expanse of skin, both masculine and feminine collide into something beautiful.

The librarian looks up, and their eyes meet for a split second. Before Yoongi quickly looks back down to his notes.

Fuck.

He didn’t give himself the time to catch the librarian’s reaction. But Yoongi knows for sure…

He’s been caught.

His cheeks burn in embarrassment.

Yoongi has definitely never seen him in the library before.

But, then again, Yoongi has never been desperate enough to come on a Friday night.

Right. Yoongi is desperate.

Yoongi needs to concentrate.

He folds back into his desk, with his signature bad posture, burying himself into his studies. Or trying to…

It seems the mystery man’s breath, or lack thereof, wasn’t just due to the walking. The loud mouth breathing, especially caudiable in the dead quiet library, continues on. Heavy sighs, and borderline panting coming from the desk just a few meters away from Yoongi.

He is so winded… And he soon discovers why.

A loud gurgle resonates through the empty room. Followed by a higher pitched whine…

Not one that comes from the librarian’s mouth… but from his gut.

Yoongi doesn’t need to turn to know. But his eyebrows still rise at the noise, his note-scribbling pauses.

And he doesn’t even get to resume. As he lifts the pen, the loud sound of gas making its way up the librarian’s throat, that the librarian is just quick enough to cover with his hand before burping into it.

But the library is quiet enough for it to be very clear.

Or Yoongi is just acutely aware of this new librarian’s noisy existence.

Yoongi glances as subtly as possible, to see the man behind the crime. Though he only sees him shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Chair groaning in complaint.

Sure, Yoongi might not have caught him burping. But he severely doubts it was anyone else.

He forces himself back into his paper, doing his best effort of ignoring the sounds of the librarian settling into his chair, much to the chair's dismay.

But the symphony had just begun. As this would only be the first of the stranger’s gut noises. Loud enough to make his gut vibrate where it sat on his lap.

The more it went on, the more the librarian seemed to struggle to stay put. Holding back a noise of complaint, or having it stutter his breath.

And everytime, it would hinder Yoongi’s research.

And his sanity.

A mix of frustration and warmth building up in his body. It tugged at Yoongi0’s head to turn and look. Get a better sight of the state the librarian was in.

It gained strength with each grumble and squeak that emanated from the librarian’s belly.

Maybe Yoongi was able to control his head from snapping in the stranger’s direction, but he could not stop his mind from wandering…

Antil & Sharma (2017) first pondered what SMS and the unrestricted connection to english speaking netizens and media was doing to India’s youth of their language-

A loud growl would resonate from the stranger’s belly. And Yoongi would spot from the bottom of the librarian’s desk, how his legs spread further apart to make room for his belly to sag further between his legs.

He is clearly having indigestion….

Anyway… Language intermixing dates back far before the internet or the state of globalization the world is in right now. Delaney (2015) studied the assimilation of the irish-argentine community through language and literature throughout the last half of the XIX century up to the 1920s-

A higher pitched whine shakes his stomach. Yoongi notices the way the librarian’s hand reaches under the desk to possibly reach the sides of his discontent belly.

He probably stuffed himself… Though he looks like most of his meals must look like stuffings to everyone else….

But he pushed his limits this time, huh?

Yoongi’s teeth sink into his bottom lip.

Where was he?

Uh…

His eyes stray back to where they aren’t supposed to.

Yoongi’s will growing feeble as he loses his grip.

And luck must be on his side. Yoongi’s eyes catch the moment the librarian shifts a bit on his seat, face scrunched up uncomfortably before it melts into the closest its look to bliss; shoulders slumped in relaxation.

Yoongi’s eyes dart downwards. A sliver of tan naked belly spread along the librarian’s lap. Wobbling as he finishes tucking in the waistband of his pants under his gut.

It looks soft to the touch, but it doesn't pool out, pillowy like the rest of him. It holds its shape, hardened and round despite the padding that surrounds every inch of him.

His breath stops as he catches the perfect view of said belly jiggling gently as another growl erupts from inside it.

And then… a noise Yoongi could never have predicted…

Someone clears his throat.

No, not ‘someone’… Him.

Yoongi’s eyes snap up. And there he is…

The librarian staring right back at him.

The movements he executed right then and there, are the fastest Yoongi has ever moved in his life. Standing up abruptly, eyes glued to his own desk as his hands scramble to grab everything and shove it in his bag.

It's only 12:24, but he doesn’t care. He is out the door, without daring to look back at the librarian and his reaction.

With a sour taste in his tongue, from the disappointing amount of work he got down.

And… a tight feeling in his pants

He knows why.

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Exhaustion got the best of him. Not even that amount of academic frustration (and sexual frustration) could hold him up.

Which is just another way of saying, he got absolutely no work done when he got back to his apartment.

Now it's Saturday and he has even less time to progress on his research.

And he tries to avoid the library, and all thoughts regarding it and the fat librarian that works the weekend night shift.

But, in the rush of escaping his awkward encounter last night, Yoongi forgot his notes on that Delaney paper.

He tried to go without it… Until eventually going without consulting his previous notes was downright counterproductive.

Yoongi will be smart about it. He arrives at 9pm, much earlier than yesterday’s mystery librarian’s shift. It's almost a relief when he walks up to the desk and someone else is sitting behind him.

He asks for his notes but… someone must have cleaned them up when he left. A bummer, but not the end of the world.

With maybe exaggerated determination, he walks right into a desk that's settled deep in between the shelves. Isolated from the rest of the world.

And especially, far away from the librarian. Who may or may not work Saturday nights too.

Maybe Yoongi is safe.

No, he is safe. Even if he did come around at midnight…. He didn’t look like the type to walk around.

And, as he sits down and gets to work, Yoongi truly does believe it.

Each hour that passes by, a deeper sense of security takes over him. The more he becomes lost in his work, the easier it becomes for ideas to flow out, for authors to interconnect to one another.

Lofi music pouring from his headphones, drowning out the world around him.

Maybe that's why he is taken quite by surprise when he feels the old wooden plates shift under him. Feeling the back legs of his chair shift backwards.

What?

Something actually brushes the backrest of his chair.

Yoongi tugs his headphones off and turns around before he can properly think it through.

And right then and there, he is greeted with the wide expanse of the librarian’s ass staring right back at Yoongi. As he shifts from one foot to the other, reaching to arrange the books he carried with him.

Right behind Yoongi.

Almost cramped between the desk and the bookshelf, the mystery librarian, who slowly accommodates books onto the shelf.

He doesn’t get a chance to quickly turn back, and spare himself from the aftermath of the humiliation he was subjected to yesterday.

Because the librarian’s eyes are meeting his.

“Sorry.” The stranger says quietly. Voice uncharacteristically deep for such beautiful features. “Did I bump into you?”

It takes Yoongi a second to respond, a little starstruck. Both by the man’s closeness, his looks, his voice; and also by processing just how unlucky he is.

“Oh… It's okay.” He fights the lump in his throat. “I’ll just scoot u–uhm…Scoot over.” Yoongi says eloquently.

Quite frankly, distracted by the way his double chin folds into his neck as he looks at Yoongi from over his shoulder.

He clears his throat and tries to press himself and his chair as close to the desk as possible.

It's not much. But at least the librarian’s belly doesn’t have to press against the bookshelf; the way Yoongi imagines it must be.

“Thank you, Yoongi.” A gentle smile grows on the stranger's face.

His heart completely halts.

“How do you know my name?” All subtlety leaves his body.

There is no way he has met him before.

Yoongi would remember him.

The librarian turns to the card with books and pulls a handful of papers.

More specifically, yesterday’s notes on Delaney (2015).

His notes.

“You left these yesterday.” He explains, but Yoongi only feels more unsettled.

“Those don’t have my name.”

The librarian is unfazed. “Yea, but they talk about Delaney. I just looked up in our records if anyone burrowed their paper. And you had.”

Somehow, the explanation soothes Yoongi even less.

“Should I be scared?” He asks with a little humor in his voice.

“Tsk. I take lost research very seriously. And you should too.” The stranger doesn’t seem to take offense to Yoongi’s (half) joke.

Instead smiling and crossing his arms over his chest, it squishes his moobs and creates a sort of cleavage through his knit sweater. Yongi can even notice the way it rises and falls with Taehyung’s heavy breathing.

Well, it's a pretty long walk from the front desk to where Yoongi had secluded himself.

That's probably why he is leaning back against the bookshelf behind him.

Yoongi does his best attempt to hide his concern for the faculty furniture.

His eyes snap back up. “I guess you're right,” And to avoid any opportunity for the librarian to notice his staring, he takes his notes. “Thank you.”

The stranger beams at Yoongi’s gratefulness, boxy smile rounding out his cheeks. “You’re welcome. You looked like you were in a hurry, so I’m happy to be able to help.”

Yoongi isn’t entirely sure whether the stranger means hurried in his research, or hurried in his fleeing from the library.

And he doesn’t ask.

“I was.” He says instead. “And what’s the name of the hero who saved me from re-reading that paper again?”

“Taehyung.” He smiles.

“Well, thank you, Taehyung.” He makes a point of keeping it casual.

But Yoongi is also… a bit too awkward to figure out what to say next.

Not with Taeyhyung standing so close to him. Yoongi is pretty sure his belly is brushing against Yoongi’s backpack.

If Taehyung leant any closer, his overhang would sit on the back rest of his chair.

“Don’t mention it.”

Fuck, he is staring, isn’t he?

When Yoongi looks up, Taeyhyung is already looking at him.

“Though… I should leave.” A smile grows in the librarian’s lips. “I wouldn’t want to distract you…”

“Oh…” He has no idea just how distracting he is.

How much of Yoongi’s physique has gotten lost in the wide expanse of Taehyung’s body.

Or maybe, he does.

And this is just his way of torturing Yoongi.

He soon realizes he hasn’t said any actual words yet.

“You don’t have to…” Yoongi adds, in spite of his investigation and deadline.

Taehyung binks, seemingly surprised by Yoongi’s answer too.

And, since he doesn’t dare to share his judgemental (albeit arousing) thoughts about the librarian’s physical state. So, he just gestures towards the chair in front of him. Hoping Taehyung won’t take offense to his suggestion.

He isn’t telling Taehyung to sit down because he is out of breath. Yoongi is suggesting it because he enjoys looking at Taehyung being out of breath, more than he should.

But, luckily, Taehyung perks up. “You don’t mind?” He asks, but is already waddling around the desk towards the chair.

As he lifted his weight from where he was leaning on the bookshelf, Yoongi swears he heard it tilt back into position.

“My back is killing me.” The librarian ads, before unceremoniously plopping down in the chair in front of Yoongi.

Its creak is quite possibly the loudest thing in the room.

Yoongi can only offer a half mile. Before quickly forcing himself down un his studies. Trying to read, despite Taehyung's heavy breathing.

He had expected said breathing to calm down the longer Taehyung spent sat in front of him. But Yoongi was wrong.

It seems the deep huffs and puffs of air are Taehyung’s constant state.

It 's okay, though. He can get past it… Yoongi tells himself.

In spite of the way his eyes glaze over the words in the paper he is reading, without being able to pick up any words from the text.

Fuck… He hasn’t been reading the past 3 paragraphs.

As if to make matters immediately worse, Taehyung shifts in his chair uncomfortably.

Yoongi isn’t looking, but he hears the poor wooden chair creak in complaint.

And he assumes its uncomfortable from the loud groan that comes from Taehyung’s stomach. Seemingly upset from all the jostling.

His eyes glance up before he can stop himself. Catching the librarian’s hand slipping under the desk, presumably rubbing his belly.

And, just like Yoongi had caught him, he was caught right back. Their eyes meeting each other.

“Sorry.” Taehyung apologizes with a smile.

Before Yoongi can be normal about it, his tongue works ahead of him.

“Had a big dinner?”

Surprise shows in the librarian’s face. But not in distaste.

“Yeah…” A shy chuckle slips Taehyung’s lips. “I can’t eat on the job, so I kind of overdo it on the weekends before my shift.”

Then this doesn’t sound like the job for him.

Luckily Yoongi is lucid enough to hold himself from saying that,

“I see…” He says instead quite dumbly.

Not much better.

It's Taehyung’s time to surprise him. “You probably heard these yesterday too, right?”

Yoongi does his best to hide it, but he knows he must look like a deer caught in the headlights.

But saying ‘no’ would just be blatant lying, wouldn’t it?

They both know Yoongi was staring yesterday.

“Yeah…I didn’t mean to be rude.”

Its a symbolic weight off his shoulders to admit that openly to Taehyung.

“I didn’t think you were rude…” He purses his lips. As he leans a little closer to the desk, his stomach whines in complaint before it sinks against the edge of the table.”

Taehyung’s smile is unwavering on his face as he whispers.

“I thought you were obvious.”

What?!

His expression contorts in complete horror. Mouth begins to open and close.

“I–I’m sorry like… like I said I didn’t- I wasn’t trying to– I didn’t mean-”

A genuine chuckle leaves Taehyung’s lips “Stop apologizing.” His tone is gentle.

Yongi shuts his mouth. Feeling his face burn and his mind completely blank in terror.

“I don’t mind you staring…” Taehyung continues with a shyer shrug.

“You don’t?” He can’t hold himself and his shock.

It seems to entertain the librarian even more.

“Its really cute. Seeing you try to concentrate.” He whispers, looking down at Yoongi’s scattered notes.

“And failing.” Taehyung smiles back up again.

A small chuckle leaves his lips. “Yeah…. Yeah it’s been tough.” It feels liberating to admit. “I have a deadline on Monday and I don’t know if I’m even gonna make it.”

“Oh, no wonder you’re here so late.” The librarian muses, expression shocked. “I should really leave you alone then.”

Yoongi widens, a protest clinging to his lips, as he stares at Taehyung, puts both hands on the desk and slowly lifts himself up. Overhang sitting on top of his desk.

“What are you doing Monday night, though?” He can’t help his bluntness.

But it's rewarded with a bright boxy smile.

“I happen to be free.” He says innocently. “Why?”

“We could… have a study date?” A giddy smile takes over his face. “In one of the private rooms?”

Taehyung seems surprised by this proposal, seemingly more innocent than their conversation allowed for. But his smile remains wide.

“You don’t even know my major.” He laughs softly.

“Do I have to?”

“Guess.” Taehyung’s smile is daring. Yoongi finds himself smiling back.

“A Philosophy major, with an interest in Kafkian existentialism and deontology.” He says with playful confidence.

Taehyung has to cover his mouth to hold his cackle.

“Not. Even. Close.” Enjoyment pours from his voice, telling Yoongi he is wrong.

He can roll his eyes, but he doesn’t look annoyed in the slightest. “Enlighten me.”

“Mechanical engineering.”

“Damn…” He can’t help but say. And Taehyung looks quite pleased with Yoongi’s reaction.

Just when he thought this librarian couldn’t get any hotter.

“So… Is that a yes?” Yoongi continues raising his eyebrows.

“In a private room.” Taehyung states, as if to make sure the meaning behind his words is clear.

“Yes…” The room is filled with tension. “So nobody can hear your indigestion.” Yoongi adds jokingly, making Taehyung giggle.

He is getting used to the sound of it.

“Deal. Meet you Monday at 8, I’ll book a private room.” The librarian turns to leave, almost hesitant.

“See you then.” Yoongi gets it, he doesn’t want Taehyung to leave either.

But he does. And Yoongi feels a newfound need to reach his deadline as quickly as possible.

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Mr. Kang is quite impressed with Yoongi on Monday. But he can hardly bask in the academic validation. Too excited about his study date later today.

He didn’t even get Taehyung’s number. Or surname. Yongi has no idea how he’ll manage to meet him.

Or how to find that room they wanted to reserve.

But one thing is for sure, Yoongi knows what he will do once they’re there.

It's hard though, Yoongi has never been a rule-breaker. And even if he has never seen any “no fucking in the library” signs, he guesses it must be somewhere in the university’s rule book.

He tries to be casual, walking around the private rooms and glancing inside each one. Yoongi is skittish, looking around behind him after every step.

No sight of Taehyung.

Beelining his way to the last hallway lined with private studyrooms. Most of them are empty, a few students chatter quietly inside. Barely audible even in the quiet ambiance of the library.

They must be soundproof.

Nice.

It's only once he makes his way to the end of the hallway, that he catches a glimpse of the librarian.

Their eyes meet through the little glass at the door, and Yoongi already feels himself begin to smile.

“How did your feedback go?” Taehyung asks, leaning back smugly into the chair.

Maybe a little too smugly for the way the chair creaks in complaint under him.

“Really well. I still have a lot of work to do… But I’m not in a perpetual state of stress.” He says quietly, closing the door behind him.

Taehyung is able to laugh heartily without worrying about distracting his fellow students. “I’m glad.” He smiles warmly. “You’ll be able to study with a bit more ease then.”

Yoongi’s expression shifts into something more mischievous. “Right. Studying.” He deadpans.

“You did invite me to a study date.” The librarian objects. But his smile grows playful too.

“Right, of course.” He chuckles, setting his backpack down and sitting next to Taehyung. “That’s why you picked the last room in the hallway, right?” Yoongi raises an eyebrow. “So that we can focus on our studying?”

A blush makes its way up the librarian’s face. But his smile stays unwavering. “Exactly. What have you got there?” He nods towards Yoongi’s backpack.

“Just some snacks… for our studying.” He opens the bag and pulls out a few of the snacks he brought on his way there. And sets them on the table.

“We aren’t allowed to eat here.” Taehyung objects quickly.

“No one will find out.” Yoongi dares.

“You just want to get me into trouble.” The librarian leans closer, matching his energy.

“You don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to.” He shrugs simply. Saying the quiet part out loud.

He doesn’t think Taehyung can hold himself.

“Perfect.” Taehyung beams sarcastically. “Cause if I’m gonna get into trouble tonight for anything, I don’t want it to be eating.”

“Why can’t it be both?” Yoongi’s voice becomes softer, noticing just how much closer he has leaned towards the librarian.

Taehyung shakes his head. “Can’t believe I hinted at the idea of fucking here. And you seem more excited about the food.” He muses with an endeared smile.

“I’m too full. But… you’re really into it huh?”

“Yeah…” Yoongi confesses earnestly. “I’m into you, though. So whatever you wanna do…”

He knows he is being a bit too open. But he can’t bring himself to care. Not now that his attraction is already known.

Taehyung welcomes it, though. “Fuck. Don’t say that.” He chuckles lowly. “We won't even get to pretend to study.”

“We don’t have to.” Yoongi whispers, heart skipping a beat.

They stare at each other in a brief moment of silence. Noticing just how ridiculously close they’ve leaned towards each other.

Before closing the gap, leaping closer. Their lips pressing together messily.

Yoongi leaps out of his chair. Crowding Taehyung’s space as he hunches over; both hands settle on the armrests. He feels Taehyung’s fingers intertwine behind Yoongi’s neck, locking him in place.

Not that he would wanna go anywhere.

His knee sits on the librarian’s lap, leaning more of his weight onto Taehyung.

A weak attempt to squeeze himself on Taehyung’s lap. Or whatever is left of it.

Yoongi’s knee sinks gently onto the front of the librarian’s stomach. Pillowy and with no resistance. Except for Taehyung’s low whine , that gets lost vibrating against Yoongi’s lips.

“C–careful…” He whispers, leaving barely enough space for their ips not to graze each other’s as they speak.

Yoongi widens for a moment, worried. Before his eyes follow his knee, lightly sunken against the right side of Taehyung’s gut.

He gently presses it further in.

“A-ah…” Taehyung whimpers.

And, oh, how good does his deep voice sound when it's breaking apart.

His stomach responds back too. Grumbling and vibrating underneath the thick layer of fat.

“I know you said you were full… But I didn’t think you stuffed yourself.” He grits through his teeth.

“I w–wasn’t planning on b-breaking library rules.” Taehyung purses his lips, and Yoongi’s face breaks into a smile.

“Bullshit.” He whispers. Before his knuckles caress along Taehyung’s softened jaw. Tilting his face upwards towards him.

Yoongi catches himself admiring the librarian, the way his long eyelashes cast a shadow on his face,eyes wide and eager up at him.

Fuck.

He can’t help but lean back in, taking Taehyung’s lips.

And if his knee has to sink a little further against his stomach to angle his face to deepen the kiss. Then so be it.

Taehyung’s whining in his lips is only a bonus.

That and the choir that emerges from the librarian’s stomach.

Taehyung’s hands slid down from where they tangled in the hairs of the back of Yoongi’s head. To instead grip at the collar of his shirt.

“You–You act all cocky now.” Taehyung whispers. “But you were getting hot and bothered by me just sitting there a few days ago.” A little smile takes over his face, even through his panting.

“You were not just ‘standing there’” Yoongi breathes out a chuckle.

“Wasn’t I?” Taehyung asks entertained, his grip strong on Yoongi’s collar; toying with it.

The pressure of it tightens the collar of his shirt around the back of his neck. Making Yoongi all the more aware of how breathless he is himself.

And Taehyung’s words fill Yoongi’s head all the more with images of his first time meeting the librarian.

He definitely was just standing there.

And Yoongi is just that much of a goner.

He sighs, for lack of a proper comeback. Instead choosing to invade Taehyung’s personal space. “Just kiss me.” Yoongi even dares to pout, earning a chuckle out of the librarian.

“You’re pathetic.” Taehyung’s voice sounds endeared, even if Yoongi’s insides feel ready to melt.

That same heat only heightens when their lips meet again.

Greedier and hungrier. Both men seem eager to control the other.

Yoongi is not ready to concede.

His hand leaves the chair’s armrest, to settle directly on top of Taehyung’s stomach. Leaning some of his weight onto his poor bloat.

Not that Yoongi can feel the bloat under all these layers of fat.

But Taehyung can. His whimper against Yoongi’s lips is very evident.

“You’re the pathetic one.” He smirks, enjoying the librarian's beautifully gone expression.

Eyebrows pinched upwards, eyes fluttered close and his lips panting agape.

“Stuffing yourself to avoid going without eating for a few hours. Making a spectacle of yourself.” He smiles, thumb rubbing gently where his hand sinks.

“I might have been the only one obvious enough. But I can assure you…” Yoongi takes a moment to sink his hand in a little harsher.

“Everyone notices it.”

If Taehyung wanted to respond, he wasn’t able to. Mouth opening and closing but only mumbled pleas slip out.

“A–ah… I–I would make noise e–even if I didn’t e–eat…” His low voice raises a few octaves. Becoming broken and airy.

“And you wanted to do it before seeing me too…” Yoongi shakes his head in feign disbelief. The hand on the librarian’s belly becoming gentlest as it caresses the shelf of Taheyung’s gut.

“O-of course I did.” He manages to breathe out. Without the added pressure of Yoongi’s palm, he is even able to smile. “Cause I know it drives you crazy.”

A smile takes over his face too. “You drive me crazy.” Yoongi corrects him, but his heart isn’t in it.

Letting his eyes ogle Taehyung’s body, lust evident on his face.

“You keep saying that… But are you gonna do anything about it?” Taehyung’s voice is innocent, but his hand takes a hold of Yoongi’s.

He begins to guide it downwards. Following the slope of his gut. So far down, it forces Yoongi’s knee off the librarian’s lap. Yoongi lets it fall, instead interested in what Taehyung is suggesting.

“And what would that be-oh..” Words die in his mouth as his hand finally reaches its destination.

Taehyung, the librarian, is hung.

And hard.

A blush must be taking over his face, from the way Yoongi feels it burn. His mouth suddenly dry and at a loss of words.

“Anything you wanna do.” Taehyung finally answers, looking entertained by Yoongi’s state. The librarian’s eyes glancing up and down his body. Yoongi follows, stealing a quick look.

He himself is carrying a semi.

Yoongi smiles playfully. “Are you actually giving me control? Or are you just too full to do anything yourself?” He begins to lean down, kneeling in between Taehyung's spread legs. Hands on his thighs.

“Defenetly too full.” The librarian says shamelessly. Lazily shifting on the poor chair, spreading himself wider in spite of the chair’s complaints.

“So you’ll let yourself be at my mercy because of it…” Yoongi concludes, face to face with the very bottom roll of Taehyung’s gut.

It spills over his lap, and between his legs; sagging towards the chair.

“Quite pathetic.” He adds, looking up. Noticing Taehyung’s cheeks dusted pink.

He must be enjoying the view.

Whatever he is able to see over his stomach.

Yoongi sensually sets his cheek on Taehyung’s thigh.

Hands caressing the stretched waistband of the librarian’s stomach, hands buried under Taehyung’s overhang. He gently tugs at it.

And the librarian’s stomach bounces in response, slapping against his lap.

Much to Taehyung and his stomach’s dismay. Both him and his stomach whine in complaint.

“I will do something about it then.” Yoongi smiles innocently at Taehyung, who seems to become more breathless the more his body gets toyed with.

Yoongi will make sure he only becomes shorter of breath from now on.

His hands help, by sliding down the inside of Tahyueng’s thighs. Brushing against Taehyung’s bulge teasingly.

Since he can’t see under his belly, Yoongi’s fingers have to feel their way around.

Stripped of a witty response, Taehyung moans shakily. Frail almost. Only able to nod quickly.

With one last quick chance for their eyes to meet, Yoongi smiles flirtily, and lowers himself towards the librarian’s crotch.

Now that he is done with his work for the week, Yoongi has his own personal investigation.

Somewhat of a passion project.

How many noises, both vocal and internal, can he get out of Taehyung?

He gently spreads Taehyung’s thighs further apart, just to make room for his face to sink in.

The gentle pressure of the librarian’s underbelly sits at the top of Yoongi’s head. Instead of its usual spot sat between Taehyung’s legs.

As he sinks down, the tip of Yoongi’s nose presses against a pillowy fupa right under the librarian’s belly.

The cramped space is noticeable in many ways. Firstly, Taehyung inhales sharply in anticipation, his thighs tensing up; and showing the slightest bit of resistance as they close up around Yoongi.

Then, there is a noticeable lack of air under Taehyung’s gut. Similar to covering yourself under a weighted blanket.

Well, it that weighted blackened had a particularly musky smell, that comes from Taehyung’s crotch. And clouds Yoongi’s senses entirely.

And, most noticeably, his belly’s rumbling vibrates against Yoongi’s head. Engulfing him in all directions.

Yoongi’s investigation might be easier than he had previously thought.

Heat pulls at his stomach with want. He lets his lips begin to mouth at the visible bulge. Hot open breathing and kissing the already damp and enclosed space of Taehyung’s groin.

“A-ah- W-wait!” Taehyung mewls. His entire body twitching as a reaction.

Yoongi can feel the librarian try to reach for his head, from the way the pressure of his gut against Yoongi’s head increases.

But it doesn’t seem to be an easy reach. The hands never get to tangle in his hair.

And that only encourages him to sink in deeper. Letting spit ruin Taehyung’s pants.

Not like anyone can see his crotch anyway, with this belly hanging over it all the time.

Only if they found themselves in Yoongi’s spot… Which, they’ll have to pry him off from.

“I–I need to strip, b–baby-” Even Taehyung¿s voice comes muffled from under his belly. But no amount of muffling can hide how shaken the librarian sounds.

“You’ll have to lift your hips…” Yoongi warns.

There’s a beat of silence. As Taehyung considers his options.

“I–I think I can…” It's not quite reassuring. “Do you think you can… take them off?”

Yoongi could never refuse that. “Yes.” He says determined, letting his fingers hook once again onto the waistband. “I’ll pull them down, hm?”

If Taehyung’s hands were still trying to reach Yoongi, they stop. Instead setting on the desk in front of him. Bracing himself to stand.

With a small grunt, Yoongi feels the weight on top of his head lessen,before he sees Taehyung lift up from the poor office chair.

He doesn’t waste another second, Yoongi tugs at the pants down the librarian’s girthy thighs. Making sure he is forceful enough so that they don’t cling to Taehyung’s fat pad.

Or, more importantly, his bulge.

His pants and underwear pool by his ankles just in time for Taehyung to plop back down onto his chair.

Giving Yoongi front row sits to the sight of the librarian’s body ripping with the impact. Feeling first hand on his nape the weight of all of Taehyung’s gut slapping against him. His dick bobbing hard against his fupa, stiffened in the sea of pillowy fat.

The harshness of Taheyung’s movement might have been a relief for the librarian, but his stomach makes sure to reprimand him

He barely gives Taehyung any time to sit back down, before he reaches for his dick, now without any restrictions.

The musk and dampness is even greater. Yoongi finds himself moaning just from the smell alone. Making room for himself as he adjusted Taehyung’s stomach on top of him.

The upset sounds of Taehyung’s gut accompany Yoongi’s own low rumble. Sticking his tongue out to lick a fat stripe from the base of the librarian’s shaft, up towards his tip.

And then, Taehyung's own moans join the choir too.

“F–fuck, Yoongi…” He breathes out. Feeling his tongue flick against the slit.

Taehyung’s voice becomes a breathy sigh. And Yoongi feels the weight shift on top of him, before a big hand finally tangles into his hair.

Yoongi barely separates from the tip of Taehyung’s dick to say. “Thought you couldn’t reach.” He whispers, warm breath hitting directly against his cock.

His teasing earns him a rough pull at his hair. “W-well you thought wrong.” Taehyung’s voice sounds delighted even through his panting.

Maybe it has something to do with the way Taehyung’s hand tugs Yoongi back onto his dick. But he is happy to comply.

Relaxing his jaw, he manages to take most of Taehyung in. Relishing under the weight above his head and under his tongue. Using the librarian’s moans as encouragement to give more and more of himself for his pleasure.

The further he reaches in, the more his forehead presses against Taehyung’s belly. And, as if poking a bear, the more Taehyung’s gut vibrates and growls angrily above him because of it.

His breathing is compromised, nose burying against the scratchy pubes of Taehyung’s fupa.

But he can’t bring himself to care, the dizzying sensation only more arousing. Yoongi begins to bob his head vigorously. Ravenous almost.

“T-thats–Thats it fuck-” Taehyung’s encouragement ony motivates him further. “I–I’m so fucking full, Yoongi, you hear that?”

Oh, Yoongi does more than just hear it.

His reward comes in the form of irritated rumbles, growls, and whines that emanate from all around him. Shaking with the rest of Taehyung's body.

Angered by the aggressive jiggling Yoongi's movement produces. Rattling Taehyung’s belly, it bounces against Yoongi’s head.

But he sucks the librarian back onto his chair, hands pressed to his hips and keeping him in place.

The symphony coming from his belly is outshined by the noises coming from Taehyung’s lips, moaning brokenly, voice hitching in rhythm to his body’s wobbles.

Sentences become incoherent, his attempts to praise Yoongi are lost to pleasure. Although Yoongi isn’t sure if he’d be able to answer anything back, foggy with lack of air and arousal.

And then, not even Taehyung’s moans of pleasure become interrupted by a burp.

It startles Yoongi’s rhythm and Taehyung must notice, mumbling a weak: “S-sorry.”

He takes a break, a string of spit and precum connecting his lips to the tip of Taehyung’s dick. “F-fuck don’t apologize.”

Yoongi’s own voice is hard to recognize, hoarse and thick with precum. Hands already groping at Taehyung’s hands, bracing himself to sink back in.

Hungrier than ever, urging more sounds out of Taehyung.

It's addictive to hear the way the librarian tries to want him. Failing as hiccups and burps coax their way out of his open lips.

So addictive, in fact, Yoongi’s hand leaves where he was supporting himself on Taehyung’s thigh and reaches straight for the center of his gut. Groping it mercilessly, making the librarian's stomach churn under Yoongi’s grip.

And Taehyung’s attempts to warn him get completely lost to lust and pain.

Yoongi takes his orgasm. Feeling himself make a mess on the library floor, as cum drips down his chin.

Even through his own hazy state, he hears the way a burp resonates through the librarian’s otherwise sweet mewling.

He might have caught a piece of heaven at that moment. Pulling out slowly as he catches his breath too.

Once he is far enough from Tehyung’s groin, out of the crevice under his gut, their eyes meet.

Yoongi knows he must look like a mess, he feels his own hair wet and moist with both their sweat, his cheeks burn and his brain feels like it's getting its first few breaths of fresh air.

“Why are you… Looking at me like that?” Taehyung asks.

And he doesn’t even know where to begin to answer that question.

The librarian looks completely disheveled. Cheeks pink and shiny with a layer of sweat coating his face; making his fringe stick a little bit to his forehead. Plump lips agape as he pants slowly; chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. His eyes glossy and drunk.

Yoongi can’t think of a single reason to not look at Taehyung.

“Research.” He jokes instead, smiling lazily.

Taehyung smiles back, biting his lower lip. “Another one of your researches, huh?”

“Very important.” Yoongi nods.

“I got an investigation of my own too, you know?” Taehyung’s eyes scan Yoongi up and down.

“Think you can help me with that?” He raises an eyebrow.

Yoongi smiles, feeling his thighs press together in anticipation.

“Anything for science.”

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feedism fic prompt generator is done! I used a kinktober prompt generator as the template for this & heavily (ha!) edited it to have a primary focus on feedist tropes, settings, dynamics, etc.

since I made this mostly for my own use a few things I'm unwilling to write about are missing including death feedism, slob, preg, health issues, etc. most everything else should be included thanks to suggestions from you guys & some time spent browsing ao3 to make sure I wasn't forgetting anything! if your favorite trope isn't in here it's super easy to create your own personalized version by clicking edit & then saving your own copy with any tweaks.

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In which it's Jimin's turn to feed the pack's leader Alpha.

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This is relatively short but I am kind of proud of it? If people like it, I may try to write more of it. I have a whole day planned out for J1min to feed Namj00n and pleasure him. Anyway, please enjoy my first actual drabble since 2022.

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Tipping The Balance

Jin/Tae

Fat to Immobile | Power Dynamics | Weighing and Measuring (prompts gotten from a generator)

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Jin had always been fat.

He met Taehyung when fat, he went to college when fat and they moved in together when fat.

It was only after they cohabited that Taehyung realized he liked Jin more than fat.

So Taehyung decided that Jin needed to eat more. And because Taehyung told him to, he did.

Jin had always plateaued around two hundred and seventy pounds. He’d been that weight since high school for Pete’s sake.

But with the help of his boyfriend, Jin broke his limits and began gaining again for the first time in a decade.

It started slowly with his clothes getting tighter. Then he popped the buttons off his shirt. Then his pants. Then ripped a hole in his underwear.

Taehyung was ecstatic that Jin was gaining so smoothly again.

Jin was a little nervous, but the heat in his lower belly every time Taehyung told him the newest set of numbers from the scale and their measuring tape made it all worth it.

Soon he began to see a change in his appetite. He was always eating something these days.

His stomach was successfully stretched out by all of Taehyung’s stuffing sessions.

He soon reached three fifty.

Taehyung liked to hold him in front of the mirror, to show Jin the ever increasing space between the hands cradling his expanding gut.

His clothes quickly became just tshirts and sweatpants.

Then just sweat pants.

Then just underwear.

Jin would be embarrassed but it wasn’t like Taehyung let him leave the house anymore, citing too much exercise being bad for his gains.

“Strip.”

“Yes, Taehyung.”

Jin, now four hundred pounds, attempted to take his tight underwear off, but only ended up sweaty and huffing in exertion.

He was too out of shape to take them off.

“Can’t get them off?” Taehyung slapped Jin’s globular ass. “Is my Fatty too big to get naked anymore?”

“Yes. I’m- I’m too fat to take off my underwear.” Jin panted from exhaustion and excitement. “Please help me!”

“I don’t think so… I think I’ll have you grow out of them. Don’t you think it would be hot to grow so fat you rip your underwear off?”

Jin shuddered at the thought. Was it revulsion or pleasure he was feeling? These days, with his decreasing health and mobility it was hard to tell.

“Yes, I want that.”

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It was fifty two pounds later that Jin’s huge ass spontaneously ripped his now filthy underwear to shreds.

Taehyung celebrated that night with introducing something called a gainer shake to their stuffings.

Jin loved the taste, but he loved the pleased smile that Taehyung gave him even more.

With the addition of gainer shakes and the lack of exercise, Jin blew up with fat.

Now six hundred pounds, it was difficult for him to stand from the couch he spent most of his time these days.

He’d grown bigger than he’d ever thought imaginable.

Now that he was nearly double his already huge starting weight, Jin was anticipating the day that Taehyung stopped stuffing him and started up a maintenance diet.

His boyfriend must be satisfied by now?

Right?

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Taehyung bought a new bed. One that could measure Jin’s weight as he reclined.

Now that Jin was nearly seven hundred pounds, he found movement extremely difficult.

Walking was becoming increasingly impossible for the severely obese man. His waddling caused his huge belly apron to slap against his shins with each stuttering step.

So, Taehyung decided that he shouldn’t struggle anymore.

“Just lay down. It’s nice and soft I promise.”

“But what if I can’t stand back up again?”

“It’ll be fine, I’ll help you get up if you need to. You worry too much.”

“You promise…?”

“Promise.”

Jin never stood again.

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The bed read eight hundred and fifty pounds.

Or at least that’s what the grinning Taehyung said, since Jin couldn’t turn his thick neck to read the screen anymore.

Jin opened his mouth obediently for the tube that Taehyung held out.

Real meals were becoming increasingly less common, with the upgraded gainer shake taking over his diet.

Jin wasn’t sure what upgraded meant, all he knew was that he was always ravenous these days.

Taehyung turned on the machine that sent shake through the tube and Jin relaxed his throat to let the liquid slide down like usual.

Tasting things had taken a backseat these days, growing bigger was his only goal.

Did Jin expect that this was what his future would entail living with Taehyung?

No.

Was it what he wanted?

Jin pondered this as his fat lips continued to suck at the tube.

He almost could feel himself growing fatter with each gulp.

Taehyung pet his expanding belly fat as Jin drank his concoction.

“You’re beautiful.”

Jin supposed it didn’t really matter what he wanted. As long as Taehyung was pleased, so was he.

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One thousand pounds.

Jin stared at the picture that Taehyung had showed him of the bed’s scale screen.

A spike of fear ran through Jin.

Was he really that big?

Looking down as much as he could through the fat on his face and neck, Jin took it all in.

His body was immense, and full of stretch marks indicating that he hadn’t stopped growing and most likely never will.

He whimpered, scared.

What had happened to him?! Why did he let it get this bad?!

“Fuck you’re so hot, Jin.”

Jin was snapped out of his pity party at Taehyung’s words. The slim man who ruined him was jerking off to the sight of the blob that made up Jin’s body these days.

“So fat. You’re so fucking fat, Jin. And you’re only gonna get fatter-“

Taehyung came twice that day, once just looking at Jin and again while tube feeding him.

Jin’s mind relaxed. Taehyung seemed so happy that Jin was half a ton. And if Taehyung was happy then so was Jin.

I guess another couple hundred pounds couldn’t hurt?

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the way you can write the most mundane scenes and make a masterpiece out of them. this was a treat to read

Dumb with Greed

When Jimin arrives home, he's greeted with the sight of his chubby boyfriend lounging lazily on their couch and stuffing his cheeks full of noodles. Jungkook sports a heavy gut framed by a too-tight waistband and an equally snug shirt, one that's currently straining and rolled up above his navel. The poor little Hello Kitty printed on it looks stretched tight, like Jungkook's weight gain has caused the cartoon character to widen substantially. Jungkook scrapes out the bottom of his ramen bowl, where it rests on the distended curve of his belly like a table. From a glance at the wrappers messily littering the countertop, it's his fourth helping.

Jimin leans his hip against the doorframe and admires how round his boyfriend is growing. The hefty swell of gut is dominating his lap, stuffed thick with fat and bloated with ramen.

What if I tried gaining a few pounds... Jungkook had said. I only want to get chubby.

Jimin snickers as he pads over to his cute, fattened ham of a boyfriend. Jungkook finally notices Jimin's presence now that his food is devoured, and he makes the cutest squeal of delight that his feeder is finally home.

Jimin can't help but indulge him, cutting off his piggy squeals of delight with a kiss, before settling his hands on Jungkook's gut, currently gorged with noodles.

"Someone's stuffed themselves silly," Jimin teases between kisses, rubbing his palms into the heat of Jungkook's upper belly. His boyfriend's middle practically radiates warmth as his stomach attempts to digest the onslaught of food now sitting in him. An angry little gurgle bubbles against his hands.

Jungkook tries to suppress a burp as Jimin's fingers hit just the right spot, and instead, he hiccups so hard it looks painful. His entire gut jostles from the movement, and his cheeks heat up as he hiccups again and again. A classic sign that his feedee stuffed himself too fast and too heavy.

"S-sorry I- hic- was too hungry to- hic- to wait."

Jungkook's rounded cheeks are flushed a pretty cherry red in deep-seated embarrassment. Jimin thinks it's so cute how his chubby pet of a boyfriend gorged himself on noodles because he couldn't stand the ache of an empty stomach for even a second. Jimin kisses him all over his cheeks, nose, and lips in reward, soothing over Jungkook's full middle with gentle rubs to calm the heady gurgles of protest at being so overfed. He hums in pleasure as Jungkook squirms.

"Hyung is glad that you ate well, baby. You're so pretty when you're too fat to move." Jimin cooes in his praising voice, patting Jungkook's stuffed belly before standing up to make his own dinner.

The whine of delighted protest at Jimin's words tugs the corners of his lips up even further. The feeder pushes down the temptation to slap the side of Jungkook's gut to force out the belch he's clearly struggling to keep in, and instead, he pinches Jungkook's pudgy bunny cheeks.

Jungkook's eyes follow him to the kitchen, a pout on his plush lips at being left to tend to his glutted body himself.

Jimin cooks, humming to himself and periodically glancing over to check on Jungkook, who is still resting on the couch with his palms rubbing into the obscenely large bulge in his middle. Jimin wonders if Jungkook really is that full, or if he just looks that stuffed from his new weight gain, causing his belly to fill up and push out.

Too much fattening up in too little time. Not that Jungkook feels that way about it. He'd grow even faster if his body would let him.

Casually, from the couch, Jungkook's voice rises to compliment Jimin's thoughts, "That smells good."

Greedy.

Jimin grins into his frying pan. He intentionally cooked up much more than necessary in anticipation of Jungkook always thinking with his appetite. His sensitive nose had a direct line to Jungkook's stomach. Anything that he smelled and deemed yummy, he wanted to stuff down his gullet.

Jimin dishes up a small amount for himself and settles back on the couch, pointedly ignoring how his boyfriend's tongue wets his lips, just like a drooling puppy. He strings Jungkook along with conversation while he eats. "Did you have a good day, baby?"

Jimin leans back into Jungkook's open arm. It's one of his favorite spots on his squished-up teddy bear of a boyfriend. He snuggles against Jungkook's warm side as the chubby limb wraps around him and keeps him close. He doesn't miss the way Jungkook uses pulling Jimin closer as an excuse to maybe sneak a bite or two.

"It was fine," he dismisses, focused only on one thing. "What did you make? It smells delicious," Jungkook peeks into Jimin's bowl. Jimin slowly lifts a bundle of sautéed meat and vegetables to blow on them. It cools the bite off and wafts the scent to his greedy boy.

Jungkook leans a little bit closer.

"Just some dinner I whipped up," Jimin nonchalantly replies as Jungkook's eyes widen like a puppy, clearly wanting to be fed from his master's bowl.

"Looks yummy," Jungkook mumbles, entranced, and Jimin hums in approval. He stirs his food and pretends like he doesn't notice how Jungkook is practically begging. The only way that he could make it more obvious is if he were on his hands and knees, drooling, with a wagging tail.

Jimin smiles into his steaming bowl as his adorable, chubby feedee shifts his weight with how much he wants Jimin's cooking.

In seconds, Jungkook will be whining with need.

Jimin blows on another bite and enjoys teasing him right down to his core. Jungkook has gotten so greedy that it's a delight to deny him any treats. Ever since he started gaining, Jungkook has grown so needy about food, so dumbed down and lusting after any morsel that he can push past his lips. He's clearly already forgotten that he currently has a feast for a whole family settled inside his gluttonous gut.

Just because Jimin is a menace, he makes a low, contented noise after taking another delicious mouthful. Jungkook practically squirms next to him, watching the contents of the bowl slowly disappear. There are only a few nibbles left, and Jimin purposefully pushes them around for a few seconds, waiting patiently.

Jungkook breaks.

"C-can I have some?"

Jimin looks over at Jungkook square on for the first time since he sat down and began teasing him. His boyfriend is staring at Jimin's bowl, eyes big, cheeks rosy, and pouty lips begging. He really does look just like a puppy.

Perhaps if it were another night, Jimin would indulge his baby and feed him every last bite. However, Jimin knows how much Jungkook loves being teased. He's not getting off the hook so easily.

"But this is my dinner, baby," he grins, eating another piece and watching Jungkook's hungry gaze follow the glazed chunk of chicken in his chopsticks. "You already had yours," he pats Jungkook's belly meaningfully, distended and giving a little jiggle from Jimin's hand petting his blubber.

Jungkook pouts even as his ears flush. "But- m'not full," he counters, and nibbles on his lip anxiously as Jimin eats the second-to-last bite.

"Your stuffed, gurgling belly says differently, pudgy pup," he teases more, giving Jungkook's rounded belly another little wobble. A burp bubbles up, but Jungkook doesn't even have half of his mind to suppress it like earlier.

"Not stuffed," Jungkook's eyes are hazy as he stares with longing at the last bite, "m'tummy is fatter than before. Can hold more food. I promise I'm not stuffed."

A laugh tumbles out of Jimin at that confession. He decides to not torture his feedee anymore after such a cute admission of Jungkook's hedonism. He dotingly gives Jungkook the last bite, and his boyfriend excitedly opens his mouth to receive it. Jimin quirks an eyebrow as Jungkook chews and swallows.

"Is it everything you wanted and more, greedy boy?" He teases, and Jungkook's cheeks darken as he realizes how deep he fell into begging for a single, measly bite. Jimin pecks his blushing cheek, nuzzling him and lowering his voice, "You're so cute when you get dumb with greed." He rubs Jungkook's belly as his boyfriend whimpers with humiliation at being broken down so easily.

Jimin leans into it.

"All of those stuffings are starting to really fatten you up, huh, baby?" He smiles against Jungkook's neck, kissing him and giving his padded belly a firm squeeze. His fingers sink in.

"I... I've gained a lot since we last weighed me," Jungkook mumbles breathily as Jimin thumbs his deepened navel.

"How much? Did you weigh yourself without me? You know the rules, baby. Your self-control is degrading faster than that pretty head of yours." He gives the bottom of Jungkook's belly a teasing squeeze. His boyfriend feels so plush and plump, his doughy form is definitely fuller with added fat.

Jungkook slurs, syrupy in his headspace. "Can't help it. I popped open the button of my pants today at lunch and needed to know... It was all I could think about today. Ran right to the scale when I got home after work-"

Jimin nips at Jungkook's pudged up chin as he imagines that. "And? How much fatter are you, puppy?"

"Twenty six," Jungkook confesses on a breathy moan.

Jimin could purr with satisfaction. He pulls away from Jungkook's neck before he can start sucking hickeys, and he takes a good look at him.

His boyfriend looks rich and rounded. Eyes lidded and hazy as he admires his own full belly. Jungkook's chin is heavily doubled as he looks down at himself. His lips and cheeks are flushed with heated pleasure, his arms are hefty and squishy, and even his fingers look chubbier, like cute plump sausages.

Jimin slowly licks over his lips with hunger as his gaze slides down Jungkook's rolls. Jungkook's chest is soft and plush. His sides crease into thickened stacks of tub. Even though he has a big dinner stuffed inside of him, his gut is spilling over his waistband to settle across the tops of his wide thighs. The skin around his navel is stretched tight, and flushed pink marks fan along the thick roll of creamy fat. New, bright red stretch marks kiss over his ample love handles.

Jimin reaches forward and slides his fingers up underneath Jungkook's snug shirt. He gets two handfuls of thick chub on his sides and squeezes, rubbing his thumbs back and forth.

The adoring touches drag Jungkook's melted gaze back to his.

"Twenty-six pounds," Jimin murmurs with praise, squeezing the pooling of buttery chub in his hands. "What a good boy. You're fattening so well for me."

Jungkook's cheeks darken even more as the flush travels to his ears and down his neck. Jimin pushes up the shirt that clings to his rolls to free the suppressed blubber underneath. Jungkook's belly jiggles forward with freedom, plump and rolling even further onto his thighs to relax. Pushing up his shirt reveals even more red marks that cut through the flushed pink swell of his upper belly. Jimin gently pets over them, feeling just how snug Jungkook's skin is, laid over a bulky layer of padding.

Jungkook is outgrowing his own limits.

"Sweetheart," Jimin softens, gently rubbing a palm over the divot of his belly button and down the tender stretch marks decorating the rich rolls. "Haven't you been applying that lotion I got you? It's supposed to help your skin from hurting so much. You're even more pink. These stretch marks must be sensitive, baby." He holds his palms against Jungkook's belly as comforting weights.

"I- I have," his boyfriend mumbles, chubby fingers playing with the stretched hem of his shirt, sitting limp on the top of his belly. "I think I've just gained too quickly for it to make much of a difference. You're feeding me so well." His shyness is permeated with arousal as his voice trembles, and his hips squirm. Jimin cooes again and rubs his feedee's gut: stuffed twenty-six pounds fatter and counting.

"Well, then, you're just fattening right up, aren't you? Those numbers on the scale are only going to climb higher with how well you're gaining." He lets the teasing seep back into his voice. The feeder knows just exactly when Jungkook needs it. His boyfriend's needy whine confirms his thoughts.

Jimin leans forward against Jungkook's weight and presses a kiss to each of his chubby cheeks, then to the pudge beneath his chin, then finally to his pouty, bitten lips.

"My good, fat boy deserves a long, heavy feeding session tonight, don't you?"

Jungkook's whimper spills up and out of him before his mind can form a coherent reply.

Jimin gets up and grabs his bowl to refill it. Jungkook stares up at him with his mouth hanging open, dumb and shocked at being abandoned so suddenly after having those words poured over him like syrup on pancakes.

Jimin giggles and ruffles Jungkook's hair. "Don't worry puppy, I'm coming right back."

From Jimin's view in the kitchen, Jungkook looks like a round dollop of whipped cream. His clothes and hair are rucked up, and his chubby hands rest on the sides of his fat-filled belly, subtly feeling his own weight while he keeps himself entertained in Jimin's absence. The red stretch marks appear more pronounced from a distance, disrupting his silky skin. Jungkook's big doe eyes are dazed from lust as he just blinks, clearly too deep in his headspace from Jimin to even attempt to clear his mind. Jimin grins at how adorable his chubby boyfriend is. He loads up the rest of the food that he made into the bowl, walking back over to the couch and grabbing his discarded chopsticks. Jungkook slowly blinks up at him, adorable and fat.

"Of course, I made enough for you when I cooked. Hyung planned on stuffing you tonight, baby." Jimin settles back down, sitting on his chunky thighs and straddling him.

Jungkook's eyes light up at the words, and his nose twitches at the delicious scent. He lets out a dazed noise halfway between a mewl and a moan. The promise of being fed and stuffed always does this to him. It reduces Jungkook down to a greedy little pet, dumb and begging for anything that Jimin will give him.

Jimin grabs a mix of meat and veggies, and Jungkook automatically drops open his mouth to be fed.

"My good, greedy boy."

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Yeah feeling totally normal about this 😵‍💫

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People on ao3 are getting WAYYY too comfortable posting ai slop fics 😒😒😒 like we do NOT want your garbage clogging up the wg tag

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just realized my two last fics have "instincts" in the title, fuck my stupid feedist life

BTS nsfw one shots

same page, same number on the scale (ot3 - taejikook - fat maknae line - hurt/comfort - misunderstandings )

a reason to eat (ot7 - jimin centric- fat jimin - kinda angsty at first - bpdy worship)

happy relationship weight (ot7 - seokjin centric - chubby seokjin - hurt/comfort - overstimulation)

what to do on free days (established ot7- namjoon x seokjin x yoongi x hoseok x jimin - namjoon centric - stuffing - overstimulation - sub/dom)

part 2 (namtaekook - public place)

dense and persistent (taekook - chubby jungkook - slowburn-ish - hurt/comfort-ish)

lunch break (yoonjin - obese yoongi - stuffing - pinning - public place - degrading)

BEANS (unfinished- taejin - obese seokjin - farmer taehyung- stuffing - sexual tension - nsfwish

seven days a week ( OT7 , Jungkok centric , fat ot6 )

draw me like one of your fat boys (taejoon - obese taehyung - professor namjoon - model taehyung - explicit - lots of flirting, pwp )

A nice middle ground (prequel draw me like one of your fat boys) (taekook - jikook ar ein an open relationship - mentions of jihope -kink discovery - stuffing - ripping clothes - getting stuck - breaking chairs - slight nsfw )

i wanna be keeping you warm (namgi , plumber porn cliche au , fat namjoon, breath play, body odor)

a spooky dick apointment 7/7 (ot7, hoseok centric, monster fucking, noncon-roleplays, every chapter is tagged individually)

i can smell your lies (minjoon , fat namjoon , sweat, underwear sniffing , handjobs)

pump the gas (collab with @jktummies !! namjin, a/b/o, fat seokjin, heat sex, strangers to lovers , stuffing , gas, body odor)

room for three ( jihopekook , threesome , rivalry , pwp , semi public space , fat jeon jungkook . part one in sfw! )

a helping knot (taegi, a/b/o , alpha taehyung, omega yoongi, heat sex, fat yoongi)

making ends meet by making clothes brust (sope , chubby yoongi , pwp , maid cafe , semi public sex , mentions of drug use/selling , sex work, stuffing , handjobs , d/s dynamics )

a shift in the balance (ot7 with vmin centric, feedee taehyung, feedee jimin, mutual weigth gain, kink discovery)

flowerworks (namkook , established relationship witch namjoon, miscommunication, hurt comfort, power play, magic sex) 

first times (drabble, taegi, trans FTM taehyung, fat yoongi, oral sex, eating out) 

a live reaction to old crushes (jikook , bjs , fat gamer jk , humilaition , body shaming )

a sudden promotion (jihope , maid/boss , degradation , dirty talk , d/s dynamics , body shaming )

ironically, no fucking before the aftercare (namkookmin , idol jimin , managers namkook , fat namkook , daddy kink , car sex , blowjob )

stuck between a chair and a (rock) hard place (2seok , fat hoseok , getting stuck in chairs , mocking, hurt comfort , body worship )

bury your instincts (jikook, omegaverse, noncon, forced submission , forced gaining , fat alpha jungkook )

feeding on instincts... and cake (yoonmin, hyrbids , omegaverse , pig hybrid jimin , snake hybrid yoongi , rapid weight gain , food play)

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i know that you are closed for requests but i was hoping maybe sometime in the future you could write another scene where one of the boys- j/m maybe- gets fatter while they are being fucked? you were just so good at it i love your writing

im alive!!! this little one shot took me forever, T-T life has been so hectic i havent been able to have my routine. im really working to build my writing rhythm again. hope you enjoy!!

feeding on instincts... and cake

tags: yoonmin , hybrids , omegaverse , breeding season , pig hybrid jimin , omega jimin , snake hyrbid yoongi , alpha yoongi, rapid weight gain , hormones , sub-space , food play

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Yoongi bites his lip. He can’t believe they’re trying this. 

He can’t believe Jimin agreed to it. 

After 2 years as a couple, Jimin will let Yoongi spend this breeding season with him. 

And let Yoongi see what that entails. 

Jimin was never proud of being a pig hybrid. 

Most people couldn’t even tell if it weren’t for the pink floppy ears and the little curled tail. 

But it wasn’t casual, Jimin dedicated so much of his life to suppressing as much of his instincts as he could. 

Yoongi quite frankly didn’t know how the pig hybrid did it, and still managed to be the absolute source of joy he is in his life. 

If Yoongi doesn’t let himself have at least a bit of his snake-habits during the day, he becomes the worst version of himself. 

If he doesn’t rest under his heat lamp in the winter, or block away all the sun during the summer, he will feel his skin crawl until he does. 

Snakes don’t have the best reputation either, but Yoongi’s never minded his species. 

He likes being a snake hybrid. 

And Jimin certainly never judged him for it.

Yet he was never able to extend that same empathy for himself. 

It definitely felt like a victory when Jimin shyly suggested it. 

As breeding season was approaching, they were spending their last days together before completely isolating each other for the next two weeks. 

Yoongi was packing up when Jimin first uttered the words. 

“Y–you know…” His voice was uncharacteristically small. “If you wanted… You can stay.” 

If he wanted? 

He can’t show his true excitement, he wouldn't want to scare Jimin away. 

Still, a small smile grows on his face. 

“I’d love that.” Yoongi whispers, heart seizing up at his boyfriend’s shy smile. 

He sets his duffel bag back on the floor as he walks towards Jimin; whose smile only grows. “Don’t toy with me, though…” He warns, his own smile growing on his lips. 

Jimin blinks. “W-what do you mean?” 

He relishes on the way he towers over Jimin now, as the pig hybrid lays on the couch. The way Yoongi’s frame casts a shadow over his boyfriend. 

“I just wanna know you’re sure about this…” 

“Because once it starts, I don’t trust myself to leave.” Yoongi confesses, biting his lower lip. 

A week before mating season is definitely not the best time to have this conversation, he feels his hormones affecting his reasoning. 

Of course he would leave if Jimin asked… 

Or at least he likes to think so. 

Jimin doesn’t seem to be put off by his warning, a timid smile grows in his face. “I’m sure… I think… I think I’m ready to let you see me like that.” 

He can’t think of a single way Yoongi wouldn’t love to see him. 

But instead he nods. 

“I’m ready too.” His hand combs through Jimin’s hair, letting his thumb graze over the soft pig ear. 

Yoongi tries hard not to make a big deal out of it, he really doesn’t want to scare Jimin off. So the rest of their day goes normally, they finish watching a movie, Yoongi makes some dinner for them, and he falls asleep in Jimin’s arms; relieved he even gets to be here at all. 

The first shift comes in the middle of the night… Where his arms hug around nothing and his head is resting on a pillow instead of Jimin’s chest. 

With slow blinks, Yoongi looks around, the bathroom light is off…

Where’s Jimin?

He gets up quietly, rubbing his eyes as his feet drag across the hallway. Where noises make themselves apparent, hushed and muffled, plastic rustling…

“Baby?” Yoongi's voice doesn’t sound like his own, raspy and low from sleep. 

As his eyes blink open, in the dark of the hallway, his eyes struggle to adjust; resorting to his python’s thermal vision. 

The light of the fridge is a blinding yellow under his snake’s eyesight; barely catching the silhouette swallowed by the dazzling light. He winces and blinks repeatedly as his eyesight goes back to normal.

There, by Jimin’s kitchen entrance, he sees it.

Him.

Jimin kneels in front of the fridge, in reverence almost. 

Though what he is doing looks furthest to holy. 

Ravenously, his boyfriend gnaws away at the insides of the fridge. Little curled tail wagging in excitement. He brings handfuls of food with a desperation Yoongi has only seen in horror movies. 

Jimin’s heavy breathing comes through his nose, his mouth stretched far too tight to emit any noise other than the messy, and famelic chewing. 

A lump forms at his throat as he takes quiet steps toward his boyfriend.

He realizes then…That there must have been a reason for Jimin to hide his pre-breeding instincts for so long. 

Not that Yoongi considers it a good reason. 

He gently places his hand on Jimin’s shoulder. Making the pig hybrid jerk awake. Jimin looks over his shoulder, petrified. 

“Y–yoongi- I–I…” His speaking comes not only whispered into the dark and quiet apartment, but breathless from the food. 

It's such an odd sight, to see Jimin so… vulnerable. 

Yoongi quickly puts a warm smile on his face. Putting his hand, that had retracted, back on Jimin’s shoulder. 

“Hey, baby.” He whispers back, not wanting to break the moment of overwhelming intimacy. “Mind if I join?” 

A frown takes over Jimin’s face, eyes subtly glancing towards the mess of opened tupperware and packaging and back at Yoongi. 

The snake hybrid can pretty much see the gears turning in his boyfriend’s head. 

“S–sure…” 

Yoongi will take it, his smile widens as he sits cross legged next to Jimin; who seems to shrink into himself. 

He gets a proper look at the masacre then, Jimin had definitely stocked the fridge in preparation, judging by the wrappers of pretty much anything he can think of. 

From this angle, Yoongi is able to see the curve of the bloat. 

Unfamiliar in Jimin’s lithe torso, taut and round. 

His eyes catch the way Jimin fists at his pjs, as if in restraint. 

Yoongi is coming face to face with the realization he doesn’t know much about pig instincts at all. 

Unsurely, he asks. “Would you like me to feed you, Min-ah?” 

His head snaps towards Yoongi, eyes wide like plates. 

For a moment, the snake hybrid wonders if Jimin is there at all, or if he has been overrun by instincts already. 

To be fair, he feels a little on the edge just from this already. 

Seeing his boyfriend in such an… unfamiliar and carnal position.  

“Y-you would do that?” Jimin’s voice sounds small, yet thick with food he hasn't been able to wash down. 

Yoongi smiles. “Of course I would.” 

He eyes the mess, there's no telling what food Jimn was munching on before getting caught, everything looks equally annihilated. 

But he reaches towards the pizza box, still a few slices left. “I wanna be there for you.” 

Yoongi can feel his boyfriend’s eyes focus on his hands, gently picking up the pizza slice as he brings it up. 

Jimin may have hidden this part of himself all this time, but Yoongi can still read him pretty well. 

“Come on.” He whispers. “Open up.” The snake hybrid instructs gently, as the slice reaches slowly to Jimin’s lips; whose hesitation begins to melt away. 

Only the first few bites are gentle, then, it becomes apparent that Jimin needs to quicken the pace. Taking bigger and more clumsy bites out of Yoongi’s hand. The pig hybrid stretches his lips to fit in as much as possible. 

From this close, Yoongi can see his boyfriend’s cheeks tinted an intense pink. 

He feels his own endeared smile grow on his face, as he begins to push harder against Jimin’s lips too. Encouraging him to eat more. 

“That’s it…” The encouragement slips out tentatively, but Jimin only seems to preen at it. A chuckle slips from the snake hybrid’s lips. 

“You’re preparing for the breeding season, aren’t you?” He feels more comfortable asking when Jimin seems so preoccupied chewing through mouthfuls of dough.

As if he were less likely to make his boyfriend uncomfortable when in the midst of eating. 

Hoping the headspace he was clearly in helps them navigate this first time together, and all of Jimin’s insecurities, with a bit more ease. 

Jimin nods shyly. His plump lips now brushing Yoongi’s knuckles where he holds the pizza crust. The snake hybrid feels himself tense a little. 

There’s something so obscene about Jimin’s expression, eyes closed relaxedly, but ravenous all the same. Chewing through the last bits of pizza, practically eating off Yoongi’s hand. 

He finds himself reaching for another slice quickly, not willing to let Jimin go without a constant stream of food. 

And the pig hybrid is already waiting with an opened mouth, eyes opened.

Eager. 

Cute. 

Yoongi smiles. “Good. Cause you will need to be well fed if you’re gonna spend it with me.” His voice becomes more confident.

How couldn’t he be? When Jimin is giving him all this control. 

His hand reaches for Jimin’s cheek, cupping it with his thumb caressing it. His boyfriend hums in acknowledgement, without stopping the starved chewing. 

“You know I won’t go easy on you, Jimin.” He purrs lowly, scooting a little closer to the pig hybrid. As his hand caresses down his jaw and settles on Jimin’s neck. 

Yoongi is getting worked up, even if nothing specifically erotic is happening. 

The sight of Jimin so vulnerable. 

Only for him to see, and take care of.

And it's not a bad sight either. Yoongi’s hand continues to caress down his chest, feeling the hard muscle of his pectorals; before he reaches the curve of his bloat. 

He widened, it feels so much bigger than it looks.

Yoongi’s palm stretched over the curve from the waistband of Jimin’s boxers up to the edge of his ribs; curved by the swell of his bloat. 

A rush of heat tugs at his navel. 

“S–so… So you have to eat a lot, for me, okay?” The way his voice stutters catches him by surprise.

But the words that come out of Yoongi’s lips surprise him more, encouraging Jimin to eat. 

“For… For me.” His voice and breathing seem to match Jimin’s panting breath and shaky hums. 

It's in his boyfriend’s instincts to gorge this much, but for Yoongi to feel so hot and bothered about it… 

That’s completely on him. 

Jimin is nodding eagerly to everything Yoongi says, and it is not helping the snake hybrid’s heating body. 

A bit of his fingers slip into his boyfriend’s plump lips; sentencing Yoongi’s sanity. 

“F–for you…” Jimin whispers shakily, having gulped the last bits of the second slice. Yoongi’s eyes follow downwards from Jimin’s parted oily lips to his distended bloat. 

It already looks so tight, the outline of the pig hybrid’s belly button showing through, the hem already threatening to lift under the stretch of the bloat. 

“A–and…” Jimin speaks and makes Yoongi’s eyes snap up guiltily. 

The smile his boyfriend greets him with is playful and a little knowing. 

“And I… I can handle a lot more than what I eat normally.” He admits shyly, but a smile grows on his face. As if aware of the effect he has on the snake hybrid. 

“O-oh…” Is Yoongi’s elaborate response. Making Jimin’s smile widen. 

“Wanna feed me more?” He asks, playful. And Yoongi finds himself nodding just as eagerly, smile taking over his face too.

They empty the fridge. 

Well, Jimin does. Yoongi helps, unable to put a stop to it. 

How could he stop? When his boyfriend takes and takes and takes…

Even with his labored breathing, or the way he has to lean back on his hands to sit upright….

Or the concerning looking swell on his belly. Bloated and taut, sitting over the waistband of his boxers; reddened and expanding with every heavy wheeze for air. 

Blushed cheeks and puffy lips, similar to the sight when Yoongi kisses him. 

He looks like something out of his dreams. 

“T–that was everything.” Yoongi whispers, body close to his boyfriend’s; practically feeling the warmth that emanates from the pig hybrid. 

One of his hands settles on top of Jimin’s on the cold kitchen tiles, while the other timidly reaches to caress over the bloat. 

And his boyfriend rewards him, melting under Yoongi’s hand. Leaning his head against the snake hybrid’s shoulder and arching his back to get more of his belly rubbed.

“Feel that?” Yoongi feels himself becoming confident with Jimin’s preeing. The pig hybrid nods quickly, eyes closed shut in bliss. 

“You ate so well for me…” He nuzzles closer against the pink floppy ear on top of Jimin’s head. His hand begins to knead at the swollen bloat, only encouraged by Jimin’s soft whimper. 

Yoongi’s hand on the floor wraps around the pig hybrid’s waist, pulling him closer to his lap. 

Maybe it's Yoongi’s imagination, or the fact he witnessed his boyfriend empty the entire kitchen, but Jimin feels heavier on his lap. 

And if he feels dampness against his crotch, that must be just Jimin’s ass being  on the cold kitchen tiles. 

He smiles up at Jimin, whose lips are puffy from eating, eyes drowsy and sleepy. 

Has he even been conscious throughout this? 

Yoongi leans up to kiss his cheek, trying to ignore the heat spreading throughout his body. “Come on, let's get you to bed.” He holds both of Jimin’s hands as he stands up, bringing his boyfriend up to do the same. 

He drowsily follows Yoongi to bed, pretty much hearing Jimin’s snores as soon as his head hits the pillow. 

The snake hybrid wishes sleep came so easily to him. 

How could it? When breeding season has barely begun and he’s already seen a side of his boyfriend that he had been hiding all these years.

Jimin… is a glutton. 

And Yoongi… Yoongi isn’t quite sure he is having a normal reaction to that fact. 

He stays up a little later, phone close to his face as he looks up ‘pig breeding season needs’. 

Just… you know… so he doesn’t get caught by surprise anymore. 

Omega Pig Hybrid Breeding Needs

A safe nest An Omega’s heat can be a very vulnerable position to be in. So it's important they have a safe and secure environment for their defenses to lower properly and assure a satisfying and fulfilling heat. 

Yoongi knew that, obviously.

Adequate furniture Pigs are a heavy species, and with all the jostling that comes with breeding, it's important for pigs to have furniture able to sustain their weight. Avoid any mishaps with a sturdy bed.

Well this doesn’t apply to Jimin. 

Lots of food! It’s a pretty common fact, pigs are at their most fertile when heaviest. That’s why it's completely common for them to crave more food than typical. As their instincts try to get them to gain weight as quickly as possible.  Note that if the Omega isn’t at a weight that their instincts deem properly fertile, his body can go beyond human biology to get them there. This includes: * Eating beyond their normal capacity. * Obsessive resting.  * Sleep eating.  * Rapid weight gain. 

Needless to say, Yoongi can’t sleep much at all after that.

The next morning, Yoongi wakes up first, and follows the webs instructions by ordering groceries and preparing a hearty breakfast. 

Scared that if he asked Jimin if he needed a big breakfast his boyfriend would tell him otherwise. If Yoongi just prepared it for himself, Jimin might feel less guilty. 

“Morning…” The raspy voice emerges from the hallway as the puffy image of Jimin appears. Blond hair fluffed up and rubbed his eyes and…

Definitely… softer. 

It's hardly anything, just his boyfriend’s sharp angles rounded out, softened. 

Yoongi has his face pretty much memorized, he could easily tell the way Jimin’s cheeks filled out just a little rounder, and made his lips just a tiny bit poutier. 

Or the way his shirt clung just a little bit firmer to his otherwise slim hips. With a hint of a tummy pressing to the soft material. 

“Morning.” Yoongi smiles at him over his shoulders. Extending his arm for Jimin to sleepily drag himself into the snake hybrid’s embrace. 

And as he does… Yeah, definitely softer. 

Just a little bit of padding around his otherwise hardened lithe waist. 

“Smells good.” Jimin mumbles, finding refuge in Yoongi’s neck; even if the pig hybrid has to make himself smaller to fit in. 

“Yeah?” It's not the first time Yoongi cooks for them, although usually he had to do a few adjustments for the meal to fit Jimin’s standards. “I was craving a big breakfast.”

It's not necessarily a lie, but it's not necessarily a truth either. 

“I might just have some eggs…” Jimin mumbles. 

So they’re not going to acknowledge last night. 

Okay…

Maybe Jimin wasn’t even aware that last night happened. 

It's not Yoongi’s place to call him out. So he just leans to peck his boyfriend’s cheek. “Go get the coffee started, hm?” 

He finishes plating everything and setting the table as his boyfriend emerges with a black coffee for himself and a latte for his boyfriend. Watching him walk towards him, Yoongi really sees the extra pudge that clings to his boyfriend. 

The website’s description comes to mind. 

Followed by the image of Jimin last night,

Yoongi feels a shiver run down his back. 

“How did you sleep last night?” He asks instead, not that Yoongi is ever uncomfortable with silence. But he wants to quiet the thoughts, making his cheeks burn and his stomach tense. 

“Oh I slept like a baby.” Jimin smiles, serving scrambled eggs on his plate, just like he had told Yoongi he would. “You?” 

The snake hybrid does the same, but piles his plate with the bacon and pancakes too. 

“You woke me up at one point of the night.” He smiles shyly. 

Jimin agreed to let him in, to see him in this state. 

There shouldn’t be a point in lying, right?

“You got up and I followed you to the kitchen, don’t you remember?” And still, Yoongi is too much of a coward to specify what really happened. 

He doesn’t think he could do that without thinking about his own reaction to last night’s events. 

“Oh…” Jimin looks down at his plate. “Yeah, no.” He shrugs, but his shoulders are slumped and heavy, as if trying to make himself small. 

The question must be obvious in Yoongi’s face, since the pig hybrid continues. “I’m awake but… not truly there.” 

“Like a headspace?”  He tilts his head. 

“Yeah… It's like my…. pig… takes over.”  It’s very visible just how much Jimin struggles to get that sentence out of his system. Riddled with shame. 

Yoongi’s expression softens. “I liked getting to see that side of you.” 

The pig hybrid winces. 

“I mean it, Min-ah.” 

“I bet it was gross.” He mumbles. 

And Yoongi feels extra perverted for enjoying last night as much as he did. 

“It wasn’t gross at all, yah!” The snake hybrid chuckles, shaking his head, hand reaching out for Jimin’s. Managing to get his boyfriend’s full attention. 

“I’m really happy to be here for your heat.” He says quiet, but genuinely. “I love you.” 

Jimin’s pout stays intact. However, he responds. “I love you too.” 

That’s enough for Yoongi, whose smile widens and takes a bite of his breakfast. Enjoying the brief silence. 

Key word: brief.

“It's just so unfair!” Jimin whines. “Your breeding season is so lowkey.” He huffs through bites; finishing the last of hsi eggs and reaching to pile his plate with a lot more than just scrambled eggs.  

Bacon, a few pancakes and potatoes fill JImin’s plate, as if in spite of himself. 

A giggle bubbles form Yoongi’s chest. Cause it's true, being an alpha reptile means Yoongi’s breeding instincts are less intense than any mammal’s. 

“The one perk.” He rolls his eyes affectionately. Jimin’s expression becomes tender. 

“I know.” Unlike the pig hybrid, Yoongi has always been very open about his struggles as a snake. 

Jimin squeezes his hand. “I’m just being bratty.” 

The snake hybrid shakes his head. “You’re being vulnerable.” He corrects Jimin with a gentle tone. 

He doesn’t get a response. But he smiles at the sight of Jimin eating more than just eggs. 

The day goes by normally after that. Almost disturbingly so. 

It's probably just Yoongi’s nerves, anticipating another encounter to happen. Another sign of Jimin’s pig instincts to show through his boyfriend’s tightly closed walls. 

Maybe the problem is Yoongi is looking for signs as drastic as the ones from last night. 

A ravenous animal eating on the floor with his hands. 

Instead his boyfriend eats at a calm pace, on his plate, with his chopsticks, like a civilized person. 

That's what made the change so hard to notice. 

As the sun sets, they’ve cleaned the house, went grocery shopping (the fridge needed a full restock, go figure), and Jimin helped him hang a UVB and UVA in the pig hybrid’s room so Yoongi can have his daily dosage. 

And Jimin had shown no signs of the embarrassment he showed at breakfast.

Not that Yoongi had made any attempts to bring up Jimin’s pig in the slightest. 

He wonders if maybe he shouldn’t have been so complicit in Jimin’s neglect of his animal side for their entire relationship. 

The line of being lovingly concerned, and crossing a personal boundary is very blurry. 

Now it's dark, and Yoongi craves warmth, and Jimin is happy to give it to him. Always quite endeared with his boyfriend’s snake-isms. 

He clings to Jimin’s entire body as close as possible and under many covers, with the Tv glow illuminating their expressions. 

It's only then, that he feels it. 

A slow, steady, and continuous growth of Jimin’s waist around his arms. It takes everything in Yoongi not to jump out in shock. 

Instead he concentrates on the sensation, soft padding expanding under his arms; thickening Jimin’s waist. 

Yoongi wants to poke, touch, grope, but he wouldn’t want to get his boyfriend’s attention. 

His eyes close and he focuses on the rest of his body. 

Lowered to fit in the crook of Jimin’s neck, Yoongi’s chest presses against his belly. And there he feels it too, a gentle pressure growing against him. Distinctly soft as it doesn’t fight back against Yoongi’s body but seems to squish outwards. 

He would do anything to peep down and see what's actually happening to his boyfriend’s body. 

But he knows already, Yoongi feels his cheeks burn just thinking about it. 

“Let's order in, I’m too lazy to cook.” The snake hybrid says instead. 

Jimin usually excludes himself from Yoongi’s indulgences; opting to have some fruit for dinner or something simple. 

He certainly hasn’t eaten like a pig hybrid today. And yet…

“Good idea, I’m starving.” 

Yoongi chuckles surprised and lifts his head from where it was hidden in the crook of his boyfriend’s neck. “We were too productive today.” 

A pout forms in his lips. “You know, even if it's subtle, it's breeding season for me too!” 

“Pfft…” Jimin smiles amused. “You’re an alpha, shouldn’t your body be pushing you to build a nest for me or something?” 

“In medieval times, maybe.” He rests his cheek on the palm of his hand, smiling down at the pig hybrid. “Now you have a perfectly good bed.”  

Yoongi seems to remember something. “And I helped you build it when you moved out!” He shakes his head in playful disapproval. “How ungrateful…” 

A hearty giggle leaves Jimin’s lips, Yoongi feels them vibrate under him. He palms the snake hybrid's cheek condescendingly. 

“Wow… Thank you, alpha.”  Jimin’s voice, however, is sweet. 

Yoongi’s facade breaks, offering a genuine gummy smile back. 

It's unlike them to call each other “alpha” or “omega”. It causes warmth to spread along his chest. 

His dopey expression must show because Jimin snorts endeared. “You’re so easy.” 

“You only call me that when you want something.” Yoongi excuses himself with a shrug, though he feels his cheeks burn; extra sensitive to the attention with breeding season so close. 

Two can play that game. 

“What do you want, omega?” He eyes Jimin with a smug smile. 

It feels like a victory when Jimin needs a moment to compose himself, widened slightly and scoffing when he looks away. 

Needing a few moments to look back at Yoongi. 

“I want fried chicken.”

That feels even more like a victory. 

“Then I’ll be a good alpha and provide.” He sits up from where he was using Jimin as a personal heat pad. Giving him a proper view of his boyfriend. 

Yoongi has to hold his expression from widening. 

His boyfriend looks… visibly softer than he remembers him being this morning. 

Hell, softer than Yoongi remembers him being when they first laid down on the couch an hour ago. 

Cheeks plumper and rounder, they were always Jimin’s chubbiest part; stubbornly so even throughout all of the pIg hybrid’s diets.

But now they softened out the sharp angles of his face, tinted with a rosy blush. 

And looking down, even in the oversized t-shirt, Jimin’s outline showed his thick waist and a small but pillowy tummy that pushed upwards where he laid. 

A little curve that didn’t hold the tautness of the bloat Yoongi had seen last night. 

Pudgy… 

His waist hadn’t been the only thing that thickened, but Jimin’s entire frame had seemed to change. 

It was subtle, but his hips had seemed to grow; giving the pig hybrid’s body to look more pear shaped than Yoongi ever remembers it being. 

It dawns on Yoongi, just how severe the transformation Jimin is going through is gonna be. 

Excitement tugs at Yoongi’s stomach. 

“Uhm… babe?” Yoongi blinks at his boyfriend’s voice and looks up at Jimin, face burning. “Dinner?” 

Their eyes meet, and by the way Jimin’s lips pout and his eyes look away, he is embarrassed, 

Or, better said, Yoongi got caught staring. 

“On it.” He tries to smile casually, but quickly stumbles to get his phone out. Keeping his eyes glued to the screen in a silence that feels uncomfortable. 

But maybe it's just Yoongi’s nerves.

Wishful thinking. 

“You know… It's alright.” Jimin’s voice sounds small. “You can stare.” 

The snake hybrid looks at his boyfriend, guilty. “I’m sorry.” His hand reaches for Jimin’s smaller one. 

His chest feels tight, the last thing Yoongi would want is to make him feel even more self conscious than he already feels. 

“It's… it's okay.” The pig hybrid doesn’t sound that convinced. “I know it must be shocking.” 

“It's definitely a side of you I haven’t seen.” A shy smile grows on his face, trying to keep his eyes on Jimin’s face instead of diverting downwards. 

“But I like it.” Yoongi shrugs, as Jimin’s expression widens. “I like all sides of you.” 

He is definitely downplaying his enthusiasm a bit, but Yoongi wouldn't want to be weird about it. 

Jimin doesn’t answer, so Yoongi tugs him closer. “That includes the pig sides.” He speaks softly, and Yoongi swears he sees the edges of his boyfriend’s lips curl upwards. 

“It's so weird having you here to see me like this.” Jimin whispers as if confessing, with a timid chuckle attached to the end. 

The snake hybrid feels his smile widen, hand squeezing where his fingers are laced with Jimin.

“I feel lucky to be here, Jimin. You're my boyfriend, I hated knowing you had all those heats locked up here alone.” 

“You so want to provide for me, alpha.” His tone becomes teasing and his expression brightens. 

Yoongi’s heart sizes up at the sight. 

Jimin’s plumper cheeks only make him look impossibly more angelic. 

The only possible answer is to bring Jimin down to a kiss, humming into his boyfriend’s lips eagerly. He can feel the surprise in the pig hybrid’s lips before he melts into Yoongi’s kiss. 

It lasts a bit longer than he was expecting, but when they separate a wide confident smile spreads across Yoongi’s face. 

“I do. Chicken is on the way, omega.” 

This could be Yoongi’s ego talking, but when he sees Jimin eat heartily and without restrictions when dinner does arrive, he can’t help but feel it had something to do with their conversation. 

He tries hard not to stare. 

But their conversation bounces back and forth in his mind. 

Yoongi has never had strong alpha instincts. 

Yes, he had always been protective of his boyfriend. 

But that's what boyfriends do. 

Typical alpha urges such as courting and providing, had never been that present in his relationship with Jimin, or anyone for that matter. 

Yet now, he couldn't bear to look at the TV screen and not at Jimin, who was happily eating the food he had brought for him. 

Getting bigger from it. Fattening up before Yoongi’s very eyes. 

Maybe that's why he is staring so much, seeing if he catches sight of the shift. 

But alas… “You’re really gonna have to work on being more subtle, hyung.” Jimin says without looking back at Yoongi, eyes glued to the screen. 

And although his tone doesn't hold any annoyance, the snake hybrid winces. Lips beginning to open to excuse himself. 

“And if you apologize it's just gonna make me think you’re staring for the wrong reasons.” He doesn’t get a chance to speak as Jimin cuts him off. 

Yoongi’s lips are quickly sealed shut, as he rethinks his options. Turns out, Jimin might be able to read him pretty well too. 

“I’m not staring for the wrong reasons.” He says after a pause; trying to sound composed and convincing. But the knot in his throat is palpable. 

Being attracted to this side of Jimin… it's not wrong, is it? Even if his boyfriend hates this about himself. 

It's not very convincing. Yoongi is still unsure, but… it's better to expose himself than to let Jimin feel self conscious. 

“I… I really really like it. 

He can hear Jimin exhale. “Yeah yeah, you like all sides of me.” The pig hybrid begins to repeat with only mild annoyance. 

“Yah, it's not that.” Yoongi argues, reaching out with a hand on Jimin’s thigh. 

Getting his boyfriend’s full attention. And wanting to shrink away under it. 

“It's…” He tries to smile through it, somehow lighten the pressure he feels to treasure Jimin’s trust of letting him be here at all. 

“I think it's sexy.” The snake hybrid mutters eyes glancing down at the couch before meeting his boyfriend’s eyes again. 

Jimin stares back, with widened eyes. “Sexy.” He repeats, completely stunned. 

“Is–Is that bad?” Yoongi’s voice comes out small. 

Jimin takes his time before answering, the snake hybrid feels his own stomach tie itself in a hundred knots. His eyes busy themselves anywhere else but Jimin’s hardened thoughtful gaze.

That’s before he catches sight of his boyfriend’s waist slowly expanding against his shirt. Which doesn’t help Yoongi’s nerves at all. 

“No… No, it's not bad.” Jimin’s voice sounds small too. The snake hybrid relishes in the sudden shared vulnerability. 

Not that Yoongi is spared from his boyfriend setting down a boundary. Telling Yoongi to take it down a notch. 

“It's just…new.” And yet, a little smile on the pig hybrid’s face.

Yoongi finds himself nodding quickly. “It's… It’s…” he struggles to find the words but Jimin comes to the rescue. 

“You’re getting used to it too…” His boyfriend’s chuckling, albeit nervous, is like music to Yoongi’s ears. 

“I’m just embarrassing myself.” He smiles back, feeling the weight lift from his shoulders. 

“You are.” Jimin giggles. “But it makes me feel better about how embarrassed I am.” 

And that's something he hadn’t considered. How closing himself off when Jimin was being so open, for the first time in their relationship, could hurt them both. 

“Then…” Yoongi feels himself a little short of breath, just for the adrenaline of exposing himself. 

“I can’t stop thinking about the way you’re growing in real time.” 

Maybe they’ve never been that honest with each other. Because Yoongi’s bluntness makes laughter erupt from the pig hybrid’s chest. 

“I can’t even feel it anymore honestly.” His hands pat at his widening waist, looking down at himself. Before his eyes snap up at Yoongi. 

“Wanna feel?” 

The snake hybrid doesn’t trust himself to sound normal, so he just nods. Though his excitement must be palpable. If the endeared laughter that erupts from his boyfriend’s chest is anything to go by. 

His hands still feel big around Jimin’s waist, same as they always had. 

But it couldn’t be more different.

Instead of the hard sensation of Jimin’s obliques, there's a softness that grows  against the sprawled tips of Yoongi’s fingers. 

Pillowy but ever expanding, the snake hybrid is entranced seeing the way his middle fingers are perfectly slotted where a roll has begun to form right on Jimin’s waist. 

His boyfriend was never one for wearing oversized clothes. And he is paying the price now. As the outline of his thickening body becomes more and more apparent. 

Not just Jimin’s waist, but his belly expands forward. Curving over the waistband of his sweatpants. Belly Button showing through the continuously stretching fabric. Looking like a little pot belly at first before the fat sags under its own weight. 

Or, better said, Jimin seems to be gaining considerably more in his lower half. 

Yeah, Yoongi confirms it by letting his hand greedily slide from his waist down, to the center of his belly. Eyes following marveled as his touch molds to the curve. 

It's still too small to cup it,  but JImin’s belly button is beginning to sink into another fold. 

Yoongi feels his heartbeat begin to quicken as his hands shamelessly sink down the curve of his boyfriend’s inner thighs. Feeling the fat that's begun to collect on his legs. 

Although baggier than his shirts, Jimin’s sweatpants struggle to adapt to the fattening. The leg holes looking tight and the waistband tautens against the growth of the pig hybrid hips. 

Pouring out from it in the form of a plump muffin top. Growing fast enough that more rolls begin to stack along his sides. 

Yoongi wants to touch there too, so he does. He caresses up to grope gently the sides of Jimin's belly. And from there, it's easy to feel the pig hybrid’s breath hitching.  

Encouraged by it, he smiles, and lets his hands wander to what's consistently been the fattest part of Jimin’s body. 

His ass. 

Big hands overflow under his boyfriend’s pillowy ass. Widening at the same rate as the rest of his hips. It loses its firm muscle, and lets Yoongi sink his fingers into it.

His boyfriend looks so… fertile. 

“A-ah… Yoongi..” Jimin´s voice sounds shaky, making the snake hybrid snap back to the reality. Only then realizing the way he was kneading into his boyfriend’s glutes. 

Or even worse, the way he completely zoned out while feeling up Jimin’s body. He looks up at his boyfriend, widened at himself, at them both. 

Staring at each other with equally blushed cheeks and agitated breaths. 

Their lips meet ravenously. 

Jimin clings to him, like his life depends on it. 

And maybe right now, it does. 

It feels like Yoongi’s life depends on it too. His moans finding home down Jimin’s throat. 

But that's okay, he is sure to host his boyfriend’s mewls as well. 

Again, a feeling of familiarity takes over the snake hybrid. UNtil he feels the seams of Jimin’s sweatpants creak tight under his hands.  

Not familiar at all. 

Better. 

“S-sit up.” Yoong sighs against Jimin’s lips, hands greedily behindind to tug at the tightening waistband. 

His boyfriend nods, eyebrows beautifully scrunched up, lips parted painting helplessly. 

“You grow so fast.” Yoongi whispers in complete awe. Marveled at how forceful he has to be to tug down Jimin’s once muscular thighs. They’re not only tight, but jiggle with each pull of his hands at the stubborn waistbands. 

“It's–It's… It's never this bad.” 

The snake hybrid doesn’t miss the way Jimin’s underwear tents against his growing stomach. 

“What?” Yoongi whispers in shock. A wicked smile growing in his face. 

“Breeding season hasn’t even started, Jimin fuck-” He groans throwing his boyfriend’s pants somewhere in the livingroom to never be found. 

“My body–My body must be reacting to you, alpha.” The pig hybrid barely manages to mumble out, voice shaky with want. 

“It's insane.” Yoongi drags his nails along the soft short hair that lines Jimin’s thighs. 

Before tugging him for another hungry kiss. 

“You’re insane for keeping this from me.” He growls into his boyfriend’s lips. 

Jimin is greedy too, smiling maniacally down at the snake hybrid. Prying off Yoongi’s shirt, not bothering with his own. 

Why would he? It clings right under the pig hybrid’s chest like a crop top. Giving Yoongi full access to his growing stomach. 

“You like it.” It's not a question, Jimin states it dumbly but pleased. Confident and flirty. 

Yoongi can’t help but chuckle. He must look very obvious. 

“I do.” He says instead. “Wanna know something?” 

“What?” Jimin smiles giddy, like someone holding onto a secret. 

The snakey hybrid does feel like he is about to confess a crime.

“I might like it even more than regular Jimin.” 

He clearly caught his boyfriend off guard, blinking widely at Yoongi as if he were a ghost. 

His stomach drops. 

“You… You do?” Jimin’s voice doesn’t sound hurt, encouraging Yoongi to double down on his statement. 

“Yes. It's more… you.” He nods to himself, trying to keep his voice from wavering. But it trembles under the weight of his confession. “I don’t like that you have to hide part of who you are.” 

Yoongi’s worries don’t have long to spread. As a hand tightens on the snake hybrid’s hair, being pulled forward for another kiss. 

Just as hungry, but all the more emotional. Jimin’s plump lips swallow the snake’s surprised moans, as the pig hybrid’s hand goes directly to Yoongi’s bulge. 

The grip on both ends is tight and nearly painful. Making his head swim in pleasure. His own cock having been neglected until now; and reading for any of his boyfriend’s attention. 

“I’ll show you ‘me’” Jimin’s tone sounds threatening, but Yoongi can’t bring himself to be scared. Instead smiling hazy and kiss-drunk. 

“Y–You’ll have to grow… to become more you.” His smile is coy and flirty, Jimin mirrors it back at him. 

“Then you gotta feed me more.” The pig hybrid answers simply. 

Yoongi smiles, his boyfriend reads his mind. “Get up, omega.” 

Even if he says it fondly, the effect the pet name has on Jimin is very much visible. 

And a danger to the snake hyrbid’s ego. 

His boyfriend shudders and nods. Though the true show starts when Jimin’s shakry legs begin to stand. Showcasing the wet mess glistening in his inner thighs. 

Jimin seems to have stopped growing now. 

Which incites Yoongi to say. “There’s some cake we brought…” Even if he says it idly, his words are charged. 

“That was meant… meant to last the whole week.” Jimin eyes him widened at Yoongi’s suggestion. 

The snake hybrid can’t help but chuckle. “Did you really believe that, baby?” He asks, endeared. Jimin looks away scoffing, but Yoongi only feels more encouraged to tease. 

“I’m just saying, I thought it was gonna be another plate in your midnight stuffings.” 

“Yoongi!” Jimin whines with cheeks bright pink. The snake hybrid can’t take it too seriously though, his own body jittery with excitement just from the thought of said midnight stuffing. 

Maybe if he feed Jimin enough throughout the day, his boyfriend won’t need to sneak out in the middle of the night, 

“I’ll go get it. Go to the nest.” Yoongi instructs, and that seems to shut his boyfriend right up. Nodding as he walks past him. 

The snake hybrid wishes he had the willpower to make Jimin wait, aroused by the image of his boyfriend riled up in the nest. Making a mess while he waits for him. 

But, ironically, that very image is the one making Yoongi’s movements clumsy and hurried. 

Picking up the tall red velvet cake, covered in frosting. He remembers his surprise when Jimin walked up to him and the shopping cart holding it. Back then the pig hybrid explained “He might have some sweet cravings throughout the week.” 

Yoongi knew better than to question it. And he sure as hell is grateful for his boyfriend’s impulses now. 

He has to watch himself not to drop the cake in the hallway, once he catches sight of the little droplets of slick his boyfriend left on his way to his room. 

“Fuck…” The snake hybrid breathes out and hurries inside. 

No image in his head could have compared to the sight. Jimin is sat on the bed. Underwear left abandoned by the foot of the bed. But the pig hybrid’s belly has begun to cover most of his crotch. 

It already sits on his lap like an obscene display of the pig’s gluttony. 

His face is covered and his arms are up. Jimin grunts, struggling to squeeze himself out of the shirt he had grown into. It leaves his entire torso out on display, Yoongi feels his heart skip a beat. 

His boyfriend’s belly sits over his spread thighs. It's cut in two big trolls that begin and end at Jimin’s sunken belly button. There is no trace of his once slender lithe waist, buried under several centimeters of fat. It piles in folds by the sides of his torso. Pushing Jimin’s arms further away from each other. Squishy and jiggling with each of the pig hybrid’s struggles. 

Belly rising and falling from the exertion with deep, agitated breaths. Jimin’s once muscular chest sags in small mounds of fat, nipples puffy and nearly reaching the shelf of his belly. 

The growth is too much even for the pig hybrid’s own body, milky skin littered in pink stretch marks, living proof of not only JImin’s eating… 

But Yoongi's spoiling too. 

“Uhm… alpha?” Jimin’s voice snaps the snake hybrid out of his trance. “Help me?” 

Yoongi is very grateful his boyfriend can’t actually see the state the snake hybrid was in. Instead able to clear his throat and walk over. 

“Aigo… Of course.” He sets the cake down by the bedside table, before kneeling ignorant of the pig hybrid. 

“We should’ve taken this off a few kilos ago, huh?” His chuckle comes out flustered. Hands slipping in the tight hem of Jimin’s shirt, now caught right at the beginning of the pig hybrid’s chubbed up arms. It cuts right by his armpits, sinking into the fat that's begun to collect everywhere. 

Jimin only offers a whine as a response, making the snake hybrid chuckle as he stands on the mattress. 

Finally able to pull the shirt off with a grunt. Sending ripples down alongside Jimin’s body. He reveals his boyfriend’s reddened face, hair disheveled as he sighs in relief. 

“There you are…” Yoongi smiles down at him. 

“How long were you standing there?” 

“Don’t worry about it.” Yoongi responds through a gummy smile. As he kneels back in front of his boyfriend. 

“Tsk…” The pig hybrid looks away, to glance down Yoongi’s naked toros. Hands following down the snake hybrid’s waist to the elastic of his jeans. 

“Your poor omega was in need and, where were you?” His anger is watered down by the trail of Jimin’s chubby hand, undoing Yoongi’s pants and tugging them down along with the snake hyrbid’s boxers. 

Jimin only looks away from his body and back at Yoongi when his dick springs up against the snake hyrbid’s navel. 

“I was enjoying my poor omega’s struggles.” He smiles shamelessly. 

“I can see that.” Jimin deadpans, earning giggles from both of them. 

“Shut up.” Yoongi’s words have no bite to them either. 

But actions speak louder than words, he reaches for a handful of cake. 

“Or I’ll shut you up myself.” 

Jimin’s eyes glance from the handful of cake back to Yoongi’s face. 

“Do it,” The pig hybrid says through gritted teeth. “Fatten me if you like it so much.” 

And hell, if Yoongi wasn’t going to oblique. He nods quickly, his free hand reaching to tilt JImin’s face up, while the other one forces cake past Jimin’s open lips. 

The changes are immediate. As the edges of Jimin’s mouth stretch around Yoongi’s hand, tongue pressing to his palm and in between the snake hybrid’s fingers, the pig’s face begins to visibly soften. 

And the rest of his body catches up quickly. Jimin’s chest pushes forward at first, fat barely holding the pectoral’s shape before it finishes sagging downwards. Flabby and omega-like. 

Yoongi can feel his boyfriend’s stomach begin to push against his torso too, closing the gap between his bodies. 

Before he can think, the next handful of cake Yoongi grabs, avoids Jimin’s mouth. 

Instead, Yoongi spreads red velvet cake along his own neck. His boyfriend blinks at him, a little puzzled. 

“Go on. Eat it, omega.” He smiles cockily, feeling his boyfriend’s hunger directed at him. 

The pig hybrid wastes no time, gripping Yoongi’s shoulders and tugging him impossibly closer. Assaulting his neck with starved lips. 

A moan leaves his lips at the feeling of warmth from Jimin’s belly envelops his hard-on. His boyfriend sucks where he knows Yoongi’s sweet spots are, earning a string of incoherent “Yes.. Yes.. Good, Min-ah.” 

With his free hands, Yoongi is greedily caressing down. Feeling instead of seeing his boyfriend’s growth. 

His fingers sprawl out as every corner of JImin’s body curves forward, sags downwards, and folds into itself. 

The snake hybrid drags his hands down the protruding sag of Jimin’s stomach, groping it by the underbelly and feeling the way fat pushes out between his fingers. 

He must be too lost in arousal, overwhelmed in every direction. Because it's his boyfriend, the one who grabs the next handful and smears it across the snake hybrid’s chest. 

A groan leaves Yoongi’s lips, throwing his head back he shudders under the pressure of Jimin’s tongue flat against his nipple. 

Hands become impossibly greedier. They travel down Jimin’s expanding thighs, feeling how they take up more and more space on the bed. And how his boyfriend’s increasing weight creates a bigger and bigger dent on the bed. 

And, especially, how the puddle underneath them both grows more and more.

“Your… your body.” Yoongi finds himself short of breath, Eyes glued to his own hands, traveling further and further up Jimin’s chubby thighs. 

He can’t quite see it over the hang of his boyfriend’s belly. But Yoongi easily reaches for his boyfriend’s dick, following the trail of slick along Jimin’s taint. 

“Its begging for me.” The snake hybrid breathes out, letting the pads of his fingers circle around the rim of Jimin’s hole. 

All the air seems to leave his boyfriend’s lungs. Lips opened in a gasp but only a choked whimper was able to come out. The pig hybrid nods pathetically, as his hands grip desperately at Yoongi’s shoulders.

He is coming undone before Yoongi’s eyes. 

And he wants to see just how far he can push. 

“Growing so big for me… Making a mess in your nest,,,” The snake hybrid leans closer, relishing in JImin’s big helpless eyes. 

His boyfriend holds his breath as Yoongi teasingly taps against his hole. 

“So fertile for me.” Yoongi mumbles, lips brushing against Jimin’s. His words earning another gush of slick to pour from his boyfriend’s hole. 

And to prove his point, the snake hybrid slips two fingers in, easily. 

“Breeding season hasn’t even officially started yet and look at you, Min.” 

Jimin gasps quietly, his entire body shivers, thighs quivering and closing around the snake hybrid’s hand. As a desperate attempt to keep Yoongi close. 

“A’-alpha…” Jimin gasps

“What?” Yoongi smirks, enjoying the mess that his boyfriend has become. Expecting an  incomprehensible string of whimpers as Jimin’s response. 

Instead,the pig hybrid smiles playful, even if drunk with his own hormones. 

“I’m not growing right now ‘though.”  He giggles. The snake hybrid feels his own smile growing in delight.

“You should do something about it.” Jimin downright demands. 

And oh. If Yoongi was gonna let his omega talk to him that way. 

Yoongi will do something about it. 

He has to separate from Jimin the slightest bit. Only to roll him over, making the pig hybrid lay on his belly as Yoongi presses from behind. 

And oh, how much harder it is to manhandle his boyfriend at this weight. 

Just how much hotter it is to struggle. 

His grunt and Jimin’s surprised moan mix together. 

The pig hybrid’s back arched beautifully, presenting himself to his alpha. The rolls on his back only accentuated with Jimin's desperate attempt to press his ass against Yoongi. 

It lurs the snake hybrid in. His hands slowly drag across the curve of Jimin’s back, and doward until it reaches the mass of his boyfriend’s ass. Smirking before he gives it a firm grope. 

“A-ahng…” Jimin sighs brokenly. 

Focus Yoongi. 

“Not big enough.” The snake hybrid smiles, pressing his front in between Jimin’s cheeks. But not to fuck his omega, not yet at least. A whimper just leaves the pig hybrid’s lips. 

Despite his boyfriend’s needy moans, Yoongi doesn’t press in. Instead, he reaches for the cake, still barely eaten and on the bedside table. 

He drags it right in front of Jimin’s face. Yoongi is willing to bet his boyfriend is salivating, if the way the blond set of hair follows the movement of the desert.

Such a pig… Yoongi finds himself smiling. 

Wth his dick still nestled between Jimin’s cheeks, the snake hybrid grinds slowly. Cock rubbing between Jimin’s balls and sliding against the omega’s dick. 

Rocking the pig hybrid’s body forward towards the cake. 

And, even as he hears Jimin’s face gently sink into the buttercream, it's not enough. Yoongi’s hand tangles itself in his boyfriend’s hair at the back of his head. Before pushing it deeper into the cake. 

Jimin’s moan is muffled by spongy batter. Yoongi knows then, he did the right thing. 

But there's still something else to do. 

He pulls back just a bit to align himself. Before he can do it , though, Yoongi notices... 

The growth had begun immediately. 

With wide eyes, Yoongi can only gawk at Jimin’s body widening before him. Back arching under the weight of his own belly. He can see the way it begins to press against the mattress, thighs spreading further apart to accommodate the growing weight. Even if they themselves thicken up rapidly.  

The snake hybrid’s body acts on its own, overtaken by instinct, Yoongi slides into Jimin. Slow but without giving his boyfriend a moment to breathe. The continuous stretch knocks the air out of the pig hybrid’s luns at a leisurely pace. 

Even as his face sinks deeper into the red velvet, it's not enough to silence his animalistic groan. 

Jimin’s entire body twitches, shoulders contracting together as his hands grip at the bedsheets. Before all that tension melts away. 

Yoongi can feel the shift. Feel the way his boyfriend’s body invites him in. 

The snake hybrid’s hand tightens in Jimin’s hair, forcing his head into the cake.

“That’s it.” He speaks instinctively. Feeling, possibly for the first time, his breeding instincts take control of his actions. His words. 

“Not gonna breed you until you’re big enough.” Yoongi grits through his teeth. A mixture of his own desires and what he’s come to earn about his omega’s needs. 

“Until you’re fertile enough to take it.” 

As if responding to the snake hybrid’s commands, Jimin’s body reacts immediately. 

His ass begins to widen in every direction. The sound of fat slapping takes over both their cries of pleasure. Jimin’s belly sags downwards, his bottom roll starts dragging forward and back against the mattress with each thrust. 

All of the pig hybrid’s angles soften, padded with lard. 

Yoongi admires the way his boyfriend’s arms grow fatty. Bíceps pillowy with wings that flap just like the rest of him. Fat hangs from his elbows, too.

Visibly heavier they tremble as Jimin struggles to hold himself up to eat the cake. Fattening hands tightening their grip on the sheets at either side of his head. 

As his entire body expands, Jimin’s back rolls thicken and bounce in unison. The expansion of milky skin shimmering with sweat. 

“Don’t you dare stop.” Yoongi purrs breathless. 

Watching his boyfriend’s body is not enough, he leans closer, pressing his chest against Jimin’s back. 

Allowing each thrust to go deeper, and to get a proper feel of what he’s done to Jimin’s body. 

But, Yoongi’s body is the final bit of pressure the pig hybrid’s fattened arms can take. He faceplants into the cake. 

The snake hybrid would consider checking on him, if it weren’t for the way Jimin’s moans grow louder and his chewing, impossibly more frantic. 

Now, Yoongi can allow his hands to wrap around his boyfriend’s body. Palms scooping up handfuls of underbelly, feeling how it slaps against Jimin’s newfound fupa. 

The pig hybrid’s hard-on bounces uselessly, it drags against the mattress. And that's the only stimulation it gets,  accompanied by the runaway slick that pours down the base of Jimin’s dick. 

Yoongi finds himself moaning into his boyfriend’s neck. His hands caress upwards, feeling how the pig hybrid’s gut expands and ripples with each thrust. 

He doesn’t need to see, to know how much Jimin is growing. 

Hell, Yoongi can even feel how much harder it is to rock Jimin’s body forward and back. 

And with it, he can feel his own knot beginning to enlarge at the base of his dick. Slapping against Jimin’s entrance. 

If the snake hybrid was already feeling the unfamiliar effects of a breeding instinct, now he feels his sanity begin to slip. Replaced with the cravings of an animal. 

“Think you’re ready to take it.” He can hardly recognize his own voice through his painting. 

Yoongi’s hands travel upwards where they hold Jimin’s jiggling tits, groping them harshly. Fat overspilling from in between fingers. 

“Plump and ripe, aren’t you, pig?” The pet name slips out before the snake hybrid can consider stopping himself. Worried about his boyfriend’s relationship to his animal. 

But Jimin mewls delighted. For the first time, he seems too lost in pleasure to continue eating. Lips opened against the cake, and cheek squished against it. 

“Yes!! Yes I’m–I’m a good pig.” He whispers brokenly. 

“Yeah you are. .” Yoongi’s voice sounds hoarse. “All that effort trying to hide what a gluttonous pig you really are.” He smiles, confidently.

“I was an i–idiot.” Jimin shakes his head urgently. “F–feels so good to… to let go.” 

“Cause this what you were born to do.” His hands grope at his belly. “Fatten up to my liking… pinned to bed and taking it.”

“M–made for you…” Jimin echo’s dumbly. 

“Can you take it?” Yoongi’s fangs nip at the soft pink ear. 

“I–I do..I do, alpha I’m ready!” He cries out. “Need it.” 

“Need you.” Jimin sobs into the leftovers. 

How did they ever go this long without each other? 

Yoongi’s last bit of self control leaves him. Pushing his knot past Jimin’s rim. Locking himself inside. Short grinds being all the snake hybrid can do to milk his orgasm inside. 

He pants into the omega’s neck. He feels Jimin clench around him, their broken moans weak in the suddenly quiet room. 

There’s a brief moment of silence. 

“Lasagna.”

It takes a moment for Yoongi’s brain to come back to reality. His own voice slows when he asks. “What?” 

“When you’re done.” Even if Jimin’s voice is thick with cake batter, it's firm. “Bring it.”

A smile grows on his face. “Still hungry?” 

“Not big enough for the second load.” His boyfriend looks over his shoulder lazily, with a playful smile. 

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frisky february 2025 masterlist

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day 1. under the table (jinkook): idol x manager , fat kim seokjin , public space , handjobs , teasing

day 2. humping/groping (namgi): personal trainer x client , muscle chub kim namjoon , chubby yoongi, public space , groping

day 3. toys under clothes (hopekook): boss x asistant , ceo hoseok , assistant jungkook , fat jungkook , vibrato runder clothes , public humiliation

day 4. being a tease (taegi): chef x food critic , fat taehyung , food critic kim taehyung , chef yoongi , public teasing , competitive , public stuffing , sfw

day 5, victim blaming (vmin): noncon , vampire x human , chasing , fat park jimin , vampire taehyung

day 6, hidden identity (2seok): cop x criminal , roleplay , consensual non consent , cop seokjin , criminal hoseok , body shaming , dry humping

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frisky february 6 - hidden identity (2seok)

im not sure if i did this one right, also its not february anymore. enjoy!

tags: police x criminal , roleplay , consensual non consent , body shaming , cop kim seokjin , fat kim seokjin , criminal hoseok , dry humping

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Every time Seokjin finds himself in this situation, he re-thinks all the choices in his life that lead him to this point. Feeling a tension at the pit of his belly the entire ride to the remote location.

He never thought of himself as a corrupt cop.

Yet here he is… At Seoul’s most wanted criminal’s house. 

And he is here for all the wrong reasons. 

Seokjin feels suddenly all too aware of his officer uniform, which not only exposes him to Hoseok’s men. 

But that also… has not been fitting right. 

Especially as his visits to Hoseok’s became more frequent. 

The buttons strain, showing his undershirt in between each button. And it threatens to ride up his love handles from the slightest movement. Usually Seokjin managed to keep it in place by tucking it under the increasingly tight waistband of his pants. But recently Seokjin has had to button them under his belly instead of straight across.

Since his belt with his badge and fun was becoming impossible to squeeze his belly into… 

Even after he poked bigger holes into it. 

With one last futile adjustment of Soekjin’s suffocating belt, he steps out of his car. Catching the eyes of the two guards standing by the main door.

God. His face burns, already feeling the judgement on their faces. Seokjin even wished they thought he was coming in for an arrest.

What he came here to do is not nearly as noble. 

“Mr. Jung is waiting for you, officer Kim.” Is all one of them says, opening the door for him. 

This is wrong, this is so wrong.

Regardless of the all too familiar voice in his head. Seokjin walks into the house, already knowing his way around, he takes the opportunity of walking the luxurious halls to get into character. And with a sigh, he opens the door to the office. 

“Officer Kim.” Hoseok’s voice resonates calmly in the deeply lit room. The criminal sits on his office chair menacingly watching Seokjin, waiting for him. 

“Jung Hoseok.” He whispers, excitement already melting away at all of his doubts about coming. With a seamless automatic movement, he reaches for the gun strapped to his belt. “Put your hands where I can see them.” 

Hoseok complies, surprisingly, but he does so with the same calmness with which he greeted the officer. Not the kind of fret one would expect for being caught at your own home. 

Seokjin smiles pleased, taking cautious steps towards the desk. “Your days of terrorizing Seoul are over.” He speaks stoically, rounding the desk and catching the way Hoseok¿s eyes follow the officer's movement out of the corner of his eyes. 

He hasn’t loaded the gun. But Hoseok doesn’t know that. Every time they meet, doubt hangs in the air…

When will one of them snap and finally betray the other?

It fills him with confidence, the power he holds over the situation. Seokjin even manages to press the gun against the side of Hoseok’s head. Cockily pressing and making the criminal budget. Relishing the small grunt that comes from the back of Hoseok’s throat. 

“You are coming with me.” He smirks, but is only able to enjoy the control for a moment, before Hoseok is swiftly slapping the gun off Seokjin’s hand. Gripping the collar of the officer’s shirt and pulling Seokjin face-first to slam against the desk. 

He grunts in pain, cheek pressed against the expensive wood, his belly sunken into the edge of the desk, and pants feeling uncomfortably tight as he is folded over. 

“I’m not sure about that, officer…” He can practically hear the smirk in Hoseok’s voice. And when he checks out of the corner of his eye, Seokjin is right. 

The criminal towers over him menacingly, his hand leaving the collar of his shirt to tangle tightly along the short hairs of Seokjin’s nape. 

Even if heat pulls at his stomach, he continues to struggle, like he imagines an honest officer would in this situation. But Hoseok’s arm doesn’t budge. 

“Oh, I think you’ve had one too many donuts to pull off this one, officer Kim…” His voice shows genuine amusement, but his hand harshly angles Seokjin’s head to properly look at the criminal; earning a grunt from Seokjin’s chest. 

Now, he can properly appreciate the way Hoseok bites his lower lip at the sight of him. 

“Look at you… What happened?” He presses his front slowly against Seokjin’s ass, his front sinking into the tightly packed padding of his asscheeks. 

“Fuck you…” Seokjin snarls even if the pressure makes him shiver. 

“You fucked yourself over.” Hoseok laughs. “What happened to that fierce officer?” His tone becomes mocking. “Mellowed out under all this lard?” 

“I didn’t mellow out!” Seokjin barks. Groaning against the scattered paper of Hoseok’s desk as the criminal grinds leisurely. 

“Then what’s all this?” Hoseok asks with feign gentleness. The hand that isn’t gripping his hair and  keeping him in place, caresses down the side of Seokjin’s stomach. Packed tight into the shirt, seams stretched too thin. 

The criminal’s slim fingers grope harshly onto Seokjin’s hip, and give it a strong jiggle. His entire stomach bounces as one. 

A twitch nudges against Seokjin’s ass, making his body tense in anticipation. Hoseok folds over him, pressing his lithe body to the ample expanse of the officer’s back. His breath brushes against the shell of Seokjin's ear. And he is sure Hoseok can feel the way his own panting stutters. 

“You barely fit into your uniform anymore, fatso.” The criminal’s hand continues to caress downwards, feeling up the stretched material of his belt right under his hips, reading the most prominent, squishy, muffin top. 

“Let me help with that.” A smile spreads against Seokjin’s skin. 

Hoseok finds the belt buckle, having to wrap his arm around the girth of the officer’s gut, and undoes the belt with one hand. 

“I don’t need your h–help-ah~” His resistance is cut short as he feels the release of his gut, pushing forward with more liberty. Sinking further into the edge of the desk and sagging lower against his crotch. 

“Don’t you?” Hoseok sing-songs his question. “You can’t even do your job right.” He chuckles, fingers delicately caressing further down, following the line of Seokjin’s zipper. 

“Someone is past their prime…” The officer gasps as the tips of Hoseok’s fingers brush his tent. 

“You’re only two years younger, idiot.” He huffs, snapping a bat out of character from the mocking. Hoseok, luckily, doesn’t take it seriously as he giggles melodically. 

“But I’m not the one outgrowing his clothes, am I?” His point is only accentuated by the way Hoseok pops the button of Seokjin’s pants undone, and his belly pushes the zipper down all by itself. 

“Fuck…” “I wonder if you can even reach down here…” The criminal muses, fingers beginning to slip underneath the stretched elastic waistband of Seokjin’s boxer briefs. 

“Y–yah! I’m-I’m fat, not obese!” Of course he can, his hand reaches for Hoseok’s wrist just to prove it. 

But… he is gaining weight so quickly…

How long does he have left until he actually does start to struggle?

Hoseok’s train of thought must be going in the same direction as his. “For now…” Is all he says. 

And Seokjin can’t think of a response, a moan slipping past his throat; as Hoseok grips on his dick. 

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frisky february 5 - victim blaming (vmin)

kind of proud of how this one turned out

tags: vmin , noncon , vampire taehyung , human jimin , fat jimin , feeder taehyung , manipulation , chasing , gaslighting , body shaming , biting , in the woods

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Jimin gasps for air. Heart thrumming in his ears as he struggles to waddle out of the manner into the woods. Letting the darkness overtake him, and the sharp winter wind scratch at his throats with every pant. 

His body jiggles with each clumsy but hurried step, stumbling over the overgrown tree roots of the forest. Jimin doesn’t dare to look back. 

He feels so out of shape, but it wasn’t always this way.

A whimper leaves his throat, as the maniacal laughter resonates behind him, coming from the manner’s open doors. 

And a sense of dread takes over his stomach. 

When he met Taehyung almost 2 years ago, he hadn't thought much of it. But so much has happened since then, Jimin was a different person then. 

In every sense of the word. 

Fit, for starters. And looking for a fun night, he walked right into Taehyung’s arms. His undivided attention and constant spoiling were addictive, mixed perfectly with Taehyung’s dark and mysterious nature. Jimin found himself in a trance. 

Soaking up all of his attention, letting himself be spoiled by Taehyung’s loud luxury life. The lifestyle of a settled relationship taking over every aspect of his life… And body. 

No, he didn’t think much of the weight he quickly started to gain after just a few months of dating Taehyung. 

Why would he?

When it seemed to only keep his boyfriend’s hands on him, encouraged to touch as much as they could. Adorning Jimin with constant affection. 

Too good to be true, that’s what it was. 

“Jiminie!” Taehyung’s beautiful voice sing-songs from the distance. He makes the mistake of turning over his shoulder, catching sight of his boyfriend’s silhouette by the door, drawn by the light coming from inside the manner. 

He trips over a root, grunting as Jimin falls against the cold dirt. Wheezing for air, his chubby arms struggle to lift himself up. When he turns his head back again, the silhouette is gone. And in what feels like an instant, Taehyung is pressing the weight of his body against Jimin’s back. 

“There you are…” Taehyung purrs. Big hands gripping at Jimin’s wrists, pinning them back against the mud. 

He tries to free himself. But it's no use, squirming and grunting through heavy breaths. 

Even without the force of Taehyung’s supernatural force, Jimin had been struggling to lift himself up even in ordinary situations. Let alone now. 

“L–Let me g-go…” He whimpers, his shirt riding up his plump love handles the more he withers against the ground. 

“You shouldn’t run off into the woods like that, baby…” Even if Taehyung’s voice sounds sweet, his torso pressed against Jimin’s body feels cold. “Something could come out and snatch you…” He scolds. 

Something already has. 

“T–Taehyung, ple-pelase…” A quiet sob leaves his lips, heart skipping a beat or two as he feels his boyfriend drag his teeth along his shoulder. “L–let me g-go- ah!” All attempts of standing firm dissipate when he feels them. 

Fangs. 

A boxy grin spreads against Jimin’s sweaty skin. 

“Why would I do that?” He asks with a giggle attached to the end of his sentence; feeling it die down as his voice becomes more sinister. “When you’ve made yourself into the most perfect prey?”

Prey… 

“I’m not your… your prey.” Jimin tries to spit it out. But winces as he feels the gentle pressure of two sharp teeth. 

“Oh please…” Taehyung chuckles, his cold breath uncomfortably close to Jimin’s skin. “I’ve been hunting you for the past year.” 

Jimin’s heart stutters hearing those words, as glimpses of his relationship with Taehyung flash before his eyes. The big lie he caught himself in. 

“I fattened you up, and you just took it.” 

All the sweet moments shared with his boyfriend, who expressed his affection spoiling Jimin with chocolates and dinner dates, and takeout. A quiet sob leaves his lips as he feels the weight of Taehyung’s crotch against his ass, pinned in place.

“I bet I couldn’t have caught you back when we first met…” Humor clings to his voice, hands leaving where they gripped JImin’s wrists to caress down the fatty sides of his torso. “But now…” 

“You grew deliciously.” Taehyung’s voice becomes raspier, as his fingers follow the dents of Jimin’s rolls. 

“G-get off me, you m-monster!” He cries. His voice breathless from the constant struggling against Taehyung’s strength. 

“Big and helpless to the point you couldn’t escape even if you tried, Jimin.” Taehyung whispers, fangs brushing against the shell of his ear. Causing a whimper to escape from his lips. 

Jimin is beginning to struggle to distinguish the way Taheyung’s touches usually make him feel, the familiar adrenaline of arousal, between the fight-or-flight instinct pumping up his heart. Mixing the signals of his boyfriend’s harsh grip and his seductive voice and words. 

He’s become so used to Taehyung's loving teasing of his body, pointing out Jimin’s breathlessness, or even uselessness when he is feeling more dominant, that it's impossible for these words to not produce a shiver run down his spine… Even if he doesn’t know if it's fear or arousal triggering the reaction. 

“And look at you…” His voice shudders with want, not helping Jimin’s confused but eager heart.Hearing Taehyung’s otherwise calm and controlled persona slipping away for the first time in their relationship. 

“You fucking loved every second of it.” Long fingers sink sharply into Jimin’s belly. 

“Loved plumping yourself up for me.” Taehyung breathes shallowly. “You were made for this…” 

Praise… He’s always been a sucker for praise. His entire body tenses. 

“Your body is practically begging for me.” 

Jimin tries to move his neck away from Taehyung’s sharpened teeth. But he can’t help the way his body struggles to respond, clouded with mixed thoughts. 

He was fattened just for Taehyung,

“Its practically asking for me to take it.” His voice shows the same desperation and want Jimin feels. 

“To take you.” His eyes closed, overwhelmed. 

He walked right into his boyfriend’s trap. Jimin saw his weight skyrocket day after day… Plumper and heavier under Taehyung’s hands, and he could have walked away… But he didn’t. 

He asked for this. 

For the first time in a while, he finds the words to speak. 

“P–please…” Jimin’s voice is unrecognizably weak.

“Please what?” Taehyung sounds like he is barely holding back. It encourages him even more. 

“Ta–Take… me.” He whispers brokenly. Overwhelmed by his stammering heart and the cold layer of sweat coating his body. Panting into the tall grass against Taehyung’s unwavering pressure. 

A menacing, boxy, smile spreads slowly against the exposed skin of Jimin’s nape. 

With a sudden, almost uncharacteristic sense of calmness, Taehyung sinks two fangs into the side of Jimin’s neck. 

First, he feels the vibrations of Taehyung’s moan against his skin. Before a sharp stabbing pain starts to spread from the wound, making Jimin gasp and his body wither in pain. 

Though, it only lasts a moment, as the discomfort is replaced with an indescribable sense of euphoric pleasure. That takes over his senses, tension leaving his body as Jimin melts against the ground, chest against the floor and ass up. 

“Y–yes…Yes!” His wails of pleasure are shouted into the empty rooms. A feeling of lightheadedness takes over him as blood is drained from his system. 

Taehyung was right. 

This is what Jimin wanted. 

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frisky february day 4 - being a tease (taegi)

more like day 160 am i right? with how long this took me to produce. also kind of unfinished but slightly longer than all the rest, sorry T_T

tags: taegi , fat taehyung , food critic taehuyng , chef yoongi , feeder yoongi , public teasing , public stuffing , sfw

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Yoongi is very strict in the kitchen, but especially so when a critic is coming over. 

Especially if that critic is Kim Taehyung. 

He knows he might be acting a bit harsh on his chefs. But it's no easy feat to satisfy Kim Taehyung.

Let alone leave the critic not only satisfied…

But full. 

Almost the entire restaurant’s atmosphere shifts when Mr. Kim waddles inside. HIs heavy steps clicked slowly through the room. Even without recognizing him as the most prestigious food critic in Seoul right now, he still manages to turn heads. 

And how could he not? 

Such a beautiful man, a mixture of angelical appearance and complete hedonism. Somehow elegant and expensive even as he clumsily waddles into the restaurant; patiently escorted by the hostess. 

Yoongi catches himself watching in awe from the safety of the kitchen doors. 

“Okay, he is here.” Is all he tells his team. Mumbling without turning to any of them. Instead laser-focused on the way Taehyung lowers himself onto the chair provided for him. 

Cushioned and no armrests. 

They don't want to repeat last time’s incident. 

Yoongi can’t tell behind the kitchen doors. But he is sure the chair creaks in complaint as Taehyung sits on it, judging from the way the other customers turn their head towards him. 

That or he is grunting in effort. 

He definitely looks bigger than last time he came… Yoongi is willing to bet he can fit anymore now. 

How exciting.

This isn’t his team’s first rodeo, two waiters already approach Taehyung’s table moments after the hostess left. Already bringing a complimentary drink, some appetizers and the menu. 

But he knows Taehyung won’t  be satisfied with anyone taking his order. It has to be Yoongi. 

It's almost timed, he begins to approach Taehyung’s table. Just as the critic begins to reach for the last few finger-food appetizers. Yoongi smooths his uniform and walks over. 

“Mr. Kim, I’m happy you’ve chosen to visit us once more.” He smiles politely. 

“It’s been a while.” Taehyung admits looking up from his menu. “But I can’t get enough of this place, chef Min.” A smile spreads across his face, handsome as the last time Yoongi has served him. 

“Though, I wonder if this palace has enough for me.” 

Yoongi’s polite smile turns wider and more genuine. “Have you ever left this restaurant feeling anything but satisfied?” 

‘Anything but satisfied’ is an understatement, last time two waiters along side Yooni had to help Taehyung out of his chair. Too full to push himself out of the chair he had squished himself into. 

“No, that’s why I keep coming back.” He admits. “No one fills me up like you do, Chef.” 

Yoongi’s chest feels warm all over. 

“But… I can handle a lot more now…” Taehyung’s smile turns more playful. 

“Let me take your order then, sir.” The chef can’t help but keep his tone cort. He usually can manage to keep his cool, but something about Taehyung strikes at his competitive side. 

And order he does. Yoongi quickly scribbles through the 5 first dishes Taehyung wants to start with. Already familiar with the critic’s way of working. 

Taehyung will order a bit of everything, like most critics do.  

Except, unlike any of the critic’s Yoongi has dealt with. Taehyung actually finishes everything set out in front of him. 

He doesn’t waste any time, rushing to the kitchen to get his order started immediately. His tema knows that this food is the first priority, and even Yoongi himself rolls up his sleeves and gets to work. Only remerging from the kitchen once everything is ready. It's so much food, he even needs one of the waiters to carry another tray of dishes. 

And these are only Taehyung’s appetizers.

“Here you go, sir.” The critic immediately perks up at the sight of food. 

“Thank you, in the meantime, I’m ready to order my entrees.” 

The waiter accompanying Yoongi widens, but the chef can only snort. 

“Mr. Kim, shouldn’t you wait until you’re finished with these?” An amused smile spreads across his face. The critic is already tucking the cloth napkin by the collar of his button up, accentuating his thick double chin even more. And before he replies to Yoongi’s accusation, he has his knife and fork digging into the salmon tartar. 

Taehyung raises an eyebrow, speaking with full cheeks. “Chef Min, this is not nearly enough.” Smiling as if Yoongi was trying to be funny. 

He wasn’t… But maybe he was trying to get Taehyung to prove himself. 

He swallows. “How about this, you let me do the professional eating. And you focus on doing enough of the professional cooking, hm?” 

If Taehyung is easy to rile up, Yoongi is just as easy. The chef clenches his jaw and pulls out his notepad. 

Yoongi wants to make sure he struggles to do his job. “Sounds great, what will you order then?” It's another feast of plates, a lot of their seasonal items. But also a lot of Taehyung’s personal favorites. 

He never misses out on their pork ribs. 

“You know this place frowns upon leftovers…” Yoongi teases as he finishes writing down the humongous order. 

“What are you implying?” He relishes in the annoyance of Taehyung’s tone. 

“It’s a lot of food. That's all…” The chef shrugs innocently. His eyes glance down and up from where Taehyung’s chubby hand brings forkfuls of food to his eager lips. 

“You couldn't make enough food to make me full if you and your whole team tried, chef Min.” Taehyung scoffs through full cheeks. And Yoongi hates how he is just as easy to rile up too. 

“Yeah? Well I will add a side of the truffle risotto, then.” 

“Good.” A cocky smile spreads through the critic’s lips. “Now you’re getting it.” 

Yoongi can’t trust himself to reply back politely so he only scoffs and turns back to the kitchen. Hearing Taehyung’s amused laughter, only muffled by his own gorging of the appetizers. 

He has so much work to do. But Yoongi spends the entirety of his time cooking thinking about Taehyung, imagining him. 

The sight of Taehyung hunched over his table, stuffing his face as if tyo make sure there’s no food left by the time Yoongi is done with his entrees. Belly pressing to the edge of the table, growling in protest at the amount of food he is pushing in. Pridefully. Yoongi imagines the other customers, looking at Taehyung with disdain. As he loses his prestige as his manners become sloppy the more he hurries to eat. Not willing to admit defeat, even if it means making an absolute spectacle of himself. 

Well, Yoongi is not willing either, pushing himself and his team to finish everything in record time. 

He is sweaty, out of breath and his forearms are a little sore. But it's worth it for the shocked look on Taehyung’s face. Cheeks stretched halfway through a mouthful of food, yet the critic forces the last of the dish as Yoongi and a few waiters begin to approach him. Trying to finish his feast in the time it takes for the chef to walk over. 

Napkin under his chin, stained with sauces and crumbs. The corners of his lips stained too, confirming Yoongi’s suspicions about the critic’s manners. Definitely didn’t have time to bother cleaning, when he was busy trying to scarf every plate clean. Taehyung looks almost indecent for the restaurant he is in. But he is too prestigious to be kicked out of anywhere. 

The critic is still chewing by the time they make it to the table. But he manages to smile confidently as the waiters begin to pick up the massacre of empty plates. Swallowing thickly. 

“Oh… I was wondering when…” Taehyung has to huff in between his words.  The hand that isn’t stuffing his face, subtly under the able; possibly massaging his distended gut. “When you were gonna finish my meal.” He dares to say, even when his cheeks are dusted pink with exertion. 

Yoongi isn’t having it. “Yeah? Cause it looks like you barely managed your appetizers.” He smiles delighted, pride taking over his chest. 

Such a fat man, and he can make him full so easily.  

“N-no…” Taehyung begins to speak. 

“Need a breather?” The chef interrupts teasingly. “Should I take these back to the kitchen, Mr. Kim?” He says in a gleeful tone. 

“No.” He nearly pouts at Yoongi. “I’m– I’m fine, thank you for your concerns, chef Min.” 

“Well, if you need anything else, I’ll be waiting for your next order… If you even have room for anything else after this.” Victorious, Yoongi chuckles and excuses himself back to the kitchen. And even as he turns on his heel, he doesn’t hear Taehyung answer, already producing a choir of chewing suns as he sinks into the first dish. 

And as confident as he may feel right now, Yoongi can’t brush the  tense sensation in his stomach. In what state will he find Taehyung when he walks back…?

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frisky february 3 - toys under clothes (hopekook)

if you saw me skip a day, no you didn't.

tags: hopekook , ceo hoseok , assistant jungkook , fat jeon jungkook , vibrators under clothes , dom /sub relationship , public humiliation 1k words

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Jungkook’s boss could be considered a micro-manager- 

But he likes to think Mr. Jung just has a very specific vision he wants to fufill. 

A very pretty vision, if Jungkook might add. Scanning the gorgeous suit Mr.Jung has chosen for him to wear this next charity event. 

The navy material feels expensive under Jungkook’s hands. And it shines so pretty. 

Mr. Jung really thought about everything… He thinks as he holds the small box that was displayed next to the suit. 

It had a small bullet-shaped vibrator inside. 

Really, he thought of everything…

It took a bit of working himself up, and then working himself open. It's definitely been a while. They’ve all been very overworked with this event coming up. 

And having to do it right before getting dressed does seem a bit strange… But Mr. Jung’s instructions are wordless yet clear. 

He puts it on, tailored for his body, the suit hugged comfortably around Jungkook’s curves. Button up stretched decently over his softened chest, and blazer buttoned over his belly without hiding its roundness. His slacks fall gracefully down his chunky thighs. And when he turns to the side, these pants are doing wonders to his ass too. 

It highlights Jungkook’s body perfectly. 

Now, in the car to pick up his boss before the event, Jungkook feels the comfortable stretch from inside him. It keeps him a little extra alert, more aware of his movements; since every slight shift makes the vibrator move inside him. 

Which is good, since this is the first event of this magnitude since Jungkook started working for Mr. Jung. 

See? He really thinks everything through. 

Jungkook is craving to see his boss, even if Mr. Jung gets so serious when he is in “work-mode”, he always spares some soft praise for Jungkook. 

He exudes so much power waking down from his apartment to the car. One of Mr. Jung’s own designs tailored to his body perfectly. 

He looks divine. Jungkook holds his breath for a second just from the sight of him as his boss walks inside and sits next to him. Even after a year working with and getting to know Mr.Jung personally, he still holds so much admiration for him. 

“You look lovely.” Is all Jungkook gets as a greeting. But he will take this over a ‘hello’ anytime. 

“You have really good taste, sir.” That makes Mr. Jung smile. 

“I do.” Their eyes meet, and Jungkook is sure he has a dopey fanboy smile spreading from ear to ear. 

“Did you put on everything?” Mr. Jung doesn’t need to specify. 

Jungkook’s smile becomes more timid. “I did…” He keeps it subtle too. And yet the way Mr. Jung’s eyes scan up and down his secretary’s body, is anything but. 

The edges of his lips curve the slightest bit upwards. Pleased. 

“Good.” Is all he says before he looks away. 

But Jungkook has become an expert at reading his boss’ expressions. And this interaction is enough to make heat pool at his navel. He already finds himself wondering when will they get the chance to sneak away together, and have Mr.Jung finally take action about this vibrator. 

But his speculation is cut short as his boss pulls out a small remote control. And clicks on one of the buttons. 

All the air leaves Jungkook’s lungs suddenly. As pulsing vibrations begin to emanate from the small toy. 

A stuttered moan leaves his lips before he cups his mouth quickly in embarrassment. Jungkook’s head turns violently towards his boss, who is decisively looking down at the remote control, idly fiddling with it in his hand. 

“Tonight's your first public event. And the company’s first public appearance after my little comeback…” He speaks so casually, while Jungkook’s thighs begin to squish together in resistance.

“So all eyes will be on us.” Mr. Jung continues, looking at him once more. His expression serious enough it sends shivers down Jungkook’s spine. Unable to say anything, mesmerized by his own arousal crippling his motor functions. 

“Do you understand?” 

Jungkook barely manages for any sound to come out. Let alone to coordinate a sentence. “Y–yes, sir.” 

Only then does Mr. Jung look away. Becoming uninterested in Jungkook with such ease that it makes the assistant feel a carnal kind of desperation.

“So you better control yourself, yeah?” His eyes laser focus on Mr.Jung’s finger, circling the button of the remote control. 

“O–of course…” His voice trembles, lump in the center of his chest from all the moans he is using all his willpower to hold back. 

Mr. Jung frowns. 

“Of course what?” He presses the button. The vibrations intensify against the increasingly swollen nub of Jungkook’s prostate. 

“A–ahng…” Jungkook tries to speak, he does. But nothing but a shaky whimper comes out. “O–of course, s–sir…” He barely manages to whisper. 

“This is exactly what I mean, Mr. Jeon.” His boss clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disapproval, barely sparing Jungkook a glance. “You have to learn to control yourself.” 

His teeth sink into his bottom lip, the only way Jungkook finds to silence his cries. As he nods rapidly. 

“You know… I won’t always be there to offer you release.” 

Yeah, but this is one of those times, right?

Jungkook’s hips begin to grind into the car seat, letting the movement shift the vibrator brushing against his insides. Thighs squeezed so tight as if to hide his growing tent from Mr. Jung’s driver. 

As if he wasn’t already aware of Mr. Jung’s little tests.

Or as if Jungkook’s belly didn't already do a good enough job hiding his growing hard on. 

“Y–yes… sir.” He sighs, throwing his head back, preparing himself for a quickie. The way he was accustomed to for his entire year working with Mr. Jung. 

“Then what are you doing?” 

Mr. Jung’s voice is too serious for Jungkook’s liking. But he can barely concentrate, as he hears the click of the control remote once more. And then feels the vibrations become nearly violent. 

“A-ahn!” 

Even more mortifying. He feels the car come to a halt. 

“We are here. And you better control yourself, Mr. Jeon.” He opens the door. “Come on, lets go.”