#steve either finds a way to incorporate that button into a ring to propose or turns it into cuff links to wear at their wedding

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Last part! This was so fun to write, thanks everybody who’s been following along. I’ll put it up on ao3 one of these days.

🔞 Seven Christmases pt. 8

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Home pt. ii (951 words; total fic length 11,913)

rated: T | tags: chubby eddie, established relationship, weight gain, belly kink, stuffing, fluff, they’re in love, little bit of soft d/s dynamic, subby steve

He comes back to himself still lying on his back, but blissfully naked and cleaned up because his boyfriend is a literal angel. Steve is already plastered against his side, naked except for a pair of Hanes, and rubbing his belly with trembling hands. One thumb brushes around the soft rim of Eddie’s deep belly button, making him shiver in spite of how sated and boneless he feels. Petting soothingly over ribs that haven’t made an appearance since just after the last gate was sealed, across his lower belly with just the faintest scratch of fingernails that would make Eddie arch if he could still move. 

“‘Tevie,” Eddie mumbled, still panting to catch his breath. He might never catch it again, and that’s okay; right now there are too many feel-good body chemicals swirling around in his system to feel as though anything bad ever has or ever could happen to either of them. 

The sensation is so complete, backed up by his heaviness and how cozy he feels and how expertly his boyfriend is taking care of him. This is what it feels like to truly hit his limit and come out the other side; now he knows. 

“That was,” Eddie sighs dreamily. 

“Incredible,” Steve finishes for him in a rough voice, sounding like he’s barely holding himself together. He kneads gently at Eddie’s belly again, brushing down over the tattoo of a dagger on his hip that’s grown broader along with him. “Six meals in here. You ate all day, baby. You just didn’t stop, everything in front of you, it’s, you’re so…”

Eddie shushes and draws him in for a kiss. It’s delicate, like Steve is worried that even his tongue would be too much to force inside Eddie’s body right now but also shuddering at the very thought with a muffled moan. “You’re good, Stevie,” Eddie sighs back, eyes closing again. “Been so good today. Take what you need now.”

“C-can I…?”

“Yeah baby, anything you want.”

As food-drunk and fucked out as he is, Eddie already knows what Steve wants. They’d talked it through in the days leading up to this, Steve making the request almost shyly at first but building confidence when he saw how much Eddie liked the idea. (As long as he can tap out if it makes him too queasy to keep going, which was also part of the conversation.)

Now, Steve scrambles out of his underwear and straddles him. The stance he has to take to kneel to either side of Eddie is wide and wanton, his bare cock rubbing and grinding into the stretched but still jiggling underside of Eddie’s belly and fuck. Yes. 

The top of his belly is still packed mind-meltingly tight and every thrust that jostles it lights his whole body up like a goddamn Christmas tree in a decadent twist of pain and pleasure. He’s warm all over, almost too warm despite being completely exposed, so tired and stuffed to the brim that he’s just letting it happen, wheezing as the overwhelming everything of it all nudges him towards a second peak. 

It doesn’t take long for Steve to finish, spilling and shuddering and smearing his come over Eddie’s belly. He shifts down immediately to lick it clean with a moan, pausing only to spit in his palm and stroke Eddie’s cock while he does. Mouthing, biting, kissing, nibbling, fucking his tongue through every fold and into his navel, wet and slurping—and Eddie tips over that blissful edge again with a broken cry. 

Steve devotedly licks his softening cock and underbelly clean while Eddie wobbles his way back to exhausted stillness. Just lays there trying to catch his breath, so ready for a really long sleep that he can barely keep his eyes open. 

“Good?” Steve asks after a moment, crawling back up at his side and dipping in for a soft kiss that tastes of both of them. 

“Good,” Eddie moans. “I gotta—ha, help me roll over, would you sweetheart?”

When he does, Eddie can breathe easier, melting into the mattress like a butter pat on warm bread with a deep and sated sigh. Feels Steve snuggle up against him from behind, not caring that he’s all sweaty or that his stomach is still grumbling as it settles down to digest for the night. He wonders distantly if he’ll be hungry again by morning, a curious tickle at the back of his head that would make him twitch if he weren’t so spent. 

Because yeah, he doesn’t do this every day, isn’t actively trying to put on weight… but it’s definitely happening, and he definitely likes it. So maybe that will change at some point, but for now he’s content to coast along purely on impulse, no goals or thinking of it as progress, just amazement (for both of them) at how much he can put away and still be insatiable. 

For now, he’s exhausted. All he wants to do is be cuddled into oblivion and Steve, fitted snugly against his curves like a matching puzzle piece with one arm draped over his side and fingers tracing whisper-light over the red indents from his pants across his engorged belly, is already doing a wonderful job of that.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” Eddie murmurs, sinking deeper and deeper towards sleep. 

“Mm. Best Christmas ever,” Steve mumbles. 

Eddie drifts off with a smile on his lips, because it really, really was. 

(And Eddie doesn’t know it yet, but Steve still has that pants button. He’d stowed it somewhere safe while Eddie wasn’t looking and intends to bring it back out on some special occasion. He has a plan.)

… Maybe they should do this again for New Years.