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pudgecuddles · 6 months ago

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“Sitting on the floor like that, legs spread to let his big belly hang in between, he looked so good. His stomach sitting on the floor, on his legs, just taking up so much space as well as his thighs. An arm on the dome of his belly and the other shakingly trying to help him stay up.”

Omigod wow 🥵 Worth the wait!

Old friends, new discovery pt.3/3

It's only when Seokjin got home that he realized he'd forgotten his handbag at Namjoon's house. It wasn't that huge of a problem since his apartment door opened with a keypad and he had his phone on him, but he needed his wallet, he couldn’t just leave his bag there. And it was his favorite bag.

So he sent a quick message to Namjoon, asking if he had time to come over tomorrow after Seokjin was done with his work. The older will never admit that it's also because he got curious about how Namjoon would look in his apartment. When Namjoon agreed to come and give his bag back to him on said time, asking if they could share dinner then, Seokjin pushed down all the horny thoughts that this suggestion brought out to him and agreed to dinner.

The next day, Seokjin went and got groceries right after work to start cooking some dinner for them. Seokjin gloated about his cooking again to Namjoon as he suggested he cooked for them and not order takeout.

After he was done cutting the vegetables he needed, he put them in a big pot to let it cook. He put basically all the rice he could fit in his rice cooker, before getting back on the vegetables and adding water and curry cubes to make Japanese curry. A whole lot of Japanese curry. Enough to feed him for days if he was the only one eating it.

Some time after, as the curry was almost done cooking, someone rang at the front door. Seokjin took a steadying breath and he smoothed out his shirt, walking briskly towards the door to open it.

He smiled at Namjoon standing in front of him, panting as always, wearing a button up shirt that was stretched thin around his stomach, not able to cover the hanging part of it and leaving at least 5 centimeters of belly visible, and his pants looked snug like they hadn't been worn in a while.

He greeted him and forced himself to not let his gaze linger too long on his body and let the younger enter his home. Though it wasn't so easy.

Namjoon tried to enter head on like normal, but his hips were too wide for the narrow entry. Seokjin just stared at him as Namjoon sent him a bashful glance, turning sideways to try it that way. His stomach was close to getting caught in the doorway but he was able to slip through. Seokjin closed the door after him and led the way, being extra cautious on looking straight in front of him as he was hearing Namjoon waddled his way behind him. He could clearly hear his heavy breathing, constant every time they saw each other, and he could only imagine his underbelly jiggling like crazy as his thighs continued to hit it at every step. Once he reached the living, he turned towards the younger only to see him maneuver himself slowly sideways to slip through the living room's doorway, the frame of it was smaller than the main entrance. It was a tight fit but he passed the doorway with no damage. Namjoon sighed and walked as quickly as he could (it was very slow) to the couch, sitting his gigantic ass on it. Both men heard the dangerous cracking noises it let out when Namjoon was finally seated, exchanging a silent glance. Namjoon smiled at Seokjin then and settled his handbag on the coffee table with a bit of a struggle reaching it around his belly. He basically had to throw the bag on the table since he couldn't reach it enough to put down the object gently.

"How's it been since yesterday?" he asked Seokjin with a laugh that made his entire body jiggle once he leaned back against the couch. It creaked again, like it was suffering under his weight.

"It's been good" Seokjin responded, voice strained. He gulped down his arousal, always coming back intensely whenever he just saw Namjoon. But now, after seeing how his couch was struggling and how close he was to getting stuck in his doorways, it was hard. Hah. "How about you?" he finally said, plastering a sweet smile on his face that was half genuine, half there to keep his thoughts straight.

"Good too." Namjoon put a hand on his stomach as he was still trying to stop panting. Seokjin thinks it’ll never be possible with how massive he was. "Though since you mentioned your cooking I can't stop thinking about it. My stomach misses it"

Seokjin blushed as he was brought back to his highschool self, cooking for Namjoon for almost every lunch. It was a way to show his affection to the younger at the time, and even back then seeing him eat was… An experience.

He sent him a shy smile and got up, retrieving all the food he made earlier to put it on the dining table. He put all the rice inside a bowl and settled it beside the pot of curry, then set the dishes. He served their respective bowls, putting a way bigger portion in Namjoon’s.

He brought out bottles of soda too, but not the dessert yet. He's keeping that secret for now, a bit embarrassed about his idea. He didn’t want to admit he had one before they even got to eat, he didn’t want to seem like he was pushing it onto Namjoon. He didn’t want the younger to connect the dots and understand that him eating was the ultimate turn on for Seokjin.

"Well I hope you're hungry. Here it is, I made curry" he said, pointing to the big pot filled with food, beckoning Namjoon to come sit at the table as he first served himself his small portion of food.

Namjoon got up, struggling. He had to grip the armrest with a deathgrip to help him get up. After he was finally on his feet, he walked heavily to the chair Seokjin had left for him, looking worried at the tiny size of it. He still scooted it back enough for him to fit, and he sat down slowly onto it. His thighs and ass were spilling out of the chair, Seokjin couldn’t even see it anymore, engulfed in Namjoon's fat body. It was so hot seeing a man this huge trying to fit in a tiny chair like this, but he looked very uncomfortable. So Seokjin got up, took the chair beside Namjoon's and he brought it beside him.

"Take this one too." He said quietly. Namjoon just looked at him quietly, before settling his obese body on the two chairs with the help of Seokjin. It was finally more comfortable, even if he was so huge his thighs were still spilling out of the chairs slightly. At least it was more stable than just sitting on one chair.

Seokjin took the ladle for the curry and started to serve Namjoon, asking the younger to say when to stop. Namjoon waited until the curry was filling the bowl entirely before saying stop, grabbing his spoon already.Seokjin assured Namjoon that he was free to take more if he was still hungry, digging into his own food.

Namjoon for once seemed to be taking his time savoring Seokjin's food as it's been a long time ever since he tasted it. But he still finished his share before Seokjin did, even if the older had a smaller portion. Seokjin simply didn’t realize that he's been staring at Namjoon for far too long until that very moment when the younger looked at him in the eyes questionably. Seokjin quickly looked down at his bowl, ashamed, and resumed eating what he served himself. It was almost cold, and that made him feel even more humiliated. Just for how long has he been staring at the younger? He decided to just not look at him again until he finished his own share of food.

Although that decision lasted shortly and he couldn’t help looking back up when Namjoon complimented his food with the same enthusiasm as when they were younger, making Seokjin feel very endeared by that. The younger then reached out to get seconds, having to get up to do so, his uncovered underbelly sitting on the table when he leaned over the pot of curry to get his second helping. He poured a hearty amount of it into his bowl and packed the remaining space with rice. After he settled his gigantic butt back down on his two chairs, Seokjin had to look away. He determinedly finishes his plate before he starts staring again and making the younger feel creeped out by him.

They didn’t talk about what happened the last time they were together and when Seokjin helped Namjoon rub his belly. And since Namjoon didn't mention it, Seokjin didn’t, feeling like the reason the younger didn't talk about it was because he felt uncomfortable about it but he let it slide because he was too kind. So Seokjin thought he wouldn’t add fuel to the fire and ruin his second chance like that.

Sadly, his primitive instincts were burning up by themselves as he watched Namjoon gobbled down all the food he cooked. Gobbled was the right word, as when he ate his first bowl he was taking his time, when he was serving himself for the fourth time he was eating his food like there was no tomorrow, eating at the pace of someone possessed by a very hungry pig. He was drinking soda glass after glass, drinking more than a liter of it by himself. And when he finished his bowl, he half tried to reach for the pot again, but his stomach was too full for him to do it. He was leaned against the backrest, a hand on his stomach and the other one reaching out for the pot halfheartedly. He looked so big, so tantalizing with his stomach spilling out the bottom of his shirt and straining the buttons, with some curry at the corner of his lips, sitting on two chairs but still asking for more. He couldn’t hide his fat rolls emphasized by his tight shirt and pants, but it was like he didn’t want to.

He sent an asking glance at Seokjin and the older understood that it was now his job to serve him the food he wanted.

Seokjin got up from his chair and he scraped the remnants of the pot to fill Namjoon’s bowl with it. It was more than the portion the younger had put in his previous four servings but he didn’t say anything. Seokjin also gave him the rest of the rice.

They were silent, and the older couldn’t help but feel some sort of tension between them, mostly because of how intensely Namjoon was staring at him now. God, did the younger feel that when Seokjin did that to him earlier?

Seokjin settled back down on his chair, suddenly unable to make any eye contact with Namjoon. He didn’t know what to feel about it all. He stared down at his hands, trying to act nonchalant.

He could hear Namjoon finishing the dish he cooked, the small sounds the two chairs made everytime he leaned towards his plate, and he thought that if Namjoon really was uncomfortable here with him he wouldn’t be doing that right now.

He looked up at him slurping down the rest of his curry to eat faster, bringing full spoons of rice in his mouth and barely chewing before swallowing. He apparently set his mind on finishing the 2 liters bottle of soda, seeing as he was finishing it along with his meal.

Quickly enough, not a crumb was left on his plate and Seokjin, because of the silence between them and the eye contact they shared after Namjoon put down his plate, felt a sudden surge of bravery.

“I still have feelings for you Joonie” he sputtered out determinedly, even if he was blushing and fiddling with his fingers. He was looking straight into Namjoon’s eyes, so he clearly saw how they widened slightly at the confession.

“Oh. Really?” Namjoon asked, a bit incredulous. Seokjin only nodded in response. “Me too” the younger added.

They stared at each other silently, taking the time to understand what that meant for them. They started laughing together, thinking of how silly it all was right now. And they laughed for a little while, caught up with it until it was cut by an abrupt belch coming from Namjoon. He sheepishly put a hand on his mouth, and Seokjin blushed as he thought back of how much that man ate tonight in front of him. And all the other times.

“Right hum, is it a body thing?” the latter asked. Seokjin blinked at him.

“What do you mean?” he asked, but he thinks he knows. He’s already started blushing even more.

Namjoon rubbed the side of his belly mindlessly, muffling another burp.

“I think you know what I mean. I’ve noticed your stares. I kinda thought it was out of disgust but hum…Your boner last time wasn’t all that discreet. Or your suggestion to help rub my stomach” Namjoon responded, a bit sheepishly but also smug.

Seokjin chuckled nervously, hiding his face behind his hands.

“Shit, I’m sorry… I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. And it’s not just a body thing, not at all” he was quick to justify, tone assured.

He felt a chubby hand gently pry his hands off his face and hold them, so he had to look at Namjoon again. He was looking at him earnestly and with eyes full of kindness.

“I believe you. And you didn’t make me uncomfortable.” he said with a smile that Seokjin reciprocated.

They stared at each other in silence before Namjoon shuffled awkwardly on his seats.

“Could you help me sit on the couch please? The chairs are starting to hurt” Namjoon asked, and Seokjin was quick to be on his feet and ready to help him up.

The younger smiled at him and accepted the help. While he was lifting himself up with his left arm on the table, Seokjin was helping him from the right. With great teamwork, he was up quickly, and the older didn’t let his arm go until he was sat again.

He escorted him as he slowly walked to the couch, turning around with a bit of difficulty before sitting at the seat he was on earlier. Seokjin held on tight for him to sit as gently as he could.

The couch made noises of complaints again and the older slightly feared that it wasn’t strong enough to hold Namjoon’s weight. But since it only seemed to make noise and wasn’t budging at all, he brushed it off for now. He attentively looked at Namjoon sitting on his couch, in his home, and excitement simmered more intensely inside his stomach as he felt a new kind of thrill had started after their confession. That thrill amplified as he saw how massive Namjoon was on his tiny couch, something that didn’t look so apparent in the younger’s apartment that is furnished adapted to his weight. His belly was hanging out the seat and he almost was half on and half out the couch, but it didn’t seem to bother him. He seemed more content on this seat than on the two chairs, which is fair.

He was unsurprisingly out of breath, but it did look like he was constantly because of all the fat he had hanging on his body.

Right before Seokjin could open his mouth and say something along the lines of you look so hot right now or anything else like this, a loud cracking noise resonated in his apartment, followed by a loud thunk.

The couch broke right under Namjoon. And he was now lying awkwardly on the floor, belly up.

Seokjin didn’t linger too long and the view of this beached whale on his floor, belly so big that even while lying down it covered half his thighs and obstructed his view. Seokjin, from where he was standing, couldn’t see Namjoon’s face because of it. But he saw his struggle trying to get up, and again, he was quick to help him.

This time, it was harder to get him up. Seokjin could only grab one of his arms, and he gathered all his strength to try and get him up. His fingers sunk in his flesh as he tried to pull him up, and Namjoon tried to use his other arm to push him up on the floor

With all their strength combined, they were able to get Namjoon into a sitting position. Seokjin’s arms were straining and they went a little numb with hurt, and he was panting as well as Namjoon. The younger was also sweating, patches of sweat visible on his tight shirt.

Sitting on the floor like that, legs spread to let his big belly hang in between, he looked so good. His stomach sitting on the floor, on his legs, just taking up so much space as well as his thighs. An arm on the dome of his belly and the other shakingly trying to help him stay up.

Seokjin couldn’t resist. He crouched down next to Namjoon and he extended his arm to cup one of his cheeks to make Namjoon look at him. They exchanged a knowing look and Seokjin leaned in to kiss him fervently. He had to be flushed against his stomach to be able to do it, and it only added up to his pent up excitement.

God knows for how long they kept on making out. And how long it took to make Namjoon stand up and walk to Seokjin’s room to follow up with… Other things.

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