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Disclaimer: WG fic. Very gay. Don't like, don't read.

Yoongi loved his food, especially when dessert came around. Luckily for him his boyfriend, Hoseok, was a baker even though he didn't care much for sweets himself. Yoongi was his personal taste tester, and was very good at it. You see, when you have a boyfriend who is a baker who doesn't really care for eating sweets and needs a taste tester, you're bound to get the job. Yoongi got the job and was apparently so good, the effects had begun to show more and more. However, neither seemed to mind. Hoseok quite liked the idea of the older becoming softer, his flat and bony features rounding out. Yoongi quite liked the idea of teasing Hoseok about this kink of his. Hoseok liked feeling Yoongi's soft features and found certain aspects quite arousing to him. Yoongi found the feeling of being stuffed to the brim at least 3 times a day to be quite exciting as well.

"Yoongi, I made dessert. I'm gonna bring it in there." Hoseok called out, alerting the older. Yoongi's face lit up, though his belly was kinda full from dinner. He figured dessert wouldn't hurt. Hoseok made multiple trips back and forth from the kitchen to the dining room, bringing out many different kinds and assortments for Yoongi to try. Trays of double chocolate fudge cookies, a chocolate marble cheesecake, and honey buns all now laid out in from of Yoongi for him to eat. Just looking at the confectionary treats made his mouth water.

"So, what do you wanna try first?"

"Hmm, the cookies"

"Do you want me to feed you?" The younger asked, his hand hovering over the giant tray of cookies.

"I got it for right now, Hobi. Thank you though."

Yoongi reached for the first cookie. As he popped it in his mouth, he moaned over the taste. It was soft and gooey on the inside. Warm, gooey chocolate fudge threatened to ooze out of the dessert and out of his mouth. Yoongi moaned at the taste.

"Mm~" Yoongi licked his lips, "Hobi, these are... FANTASTIC"

"Really? I'm glad you like them."

Yoongi wordlessly finished the tray of cookies and moved on to the honey buns. He took a bite and his eyes went wide. Without an additional word, the older polished off the honey buns, bite after bite after bite. The protests his stretched belly were making were not enough to deter the older from at least scarfing down two out of the 3 treats his beloved made for him. Hoseok stared in awe at how well his taste tester was doing. His eyes glued on Yoongi's gut, heavy and full. The older was becoming very stuffed indeed, but he wanted to finish that cheesecake.

"Wait." Yoongi halted the younger, "can you bring me something to drink?"

"Sure, we have milk. I'll bring that." Hoseok beamed as he left, but not without placing a kiss on the older's lips and giving the taut, doughy mound of flesh a nice pat.

Hoseok returned with the milk, placing it on the coffee table in front of Yoongi. The older opened the full jug and drank from it, the cold milk sloshing around in his full belly.

"Hobi." He called, "I'm getting full. Can you feed me the cheesecake?"

The younger was caught off guard. "S-sure, I can do that." The younger wasted no time grabbing a chair and sitting across from Yoongi to feed him. He picked up the fork and got a large piece of cheesecake, deciding it wasn't even worth cutting into it when he just knew Yoongi was going to finish the whole thing.

"Open up, hyung." Hoseok instructed. Yoongi complied with a cute "Ahh" as he opened his mouth for the first bite of cheesecake. His double chin had become all the more apparent as he opened wide. His eyes rolled back at the almost orgasmic taste of the cake. The younger noticed this and felt a certain pool of heat flood his systems down below as well.

"I guess you like it, huh?"

All the older could do was nod as he continued being fed. Hoseok wanted to give everything to pinch the chubby cheeks of the man before him. Even they jiggled as he nodded.

Yoongi took a break to speak between bites of the dessert.

"You know.... this is really good. Something's missing though."

"What is it? I can make another one." Hoseok replied looking down nervously. Suddenly and wordlessly, Yoongi grabbed the younger's empty hand and placed it on his round, taut belly. He moved the other's hand in a circular motion over the area as he closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep, soothing breath, and opened his eyes again. Just like that, Hobi understood.

Hoseok took the fork and began to continue to feed Yoongi, his spare hand rubbing and caressing the large expanse of flesh before him. Yoongi moaned at each bite and rub. This was a euphoric sensory overload for the older. So much so that he began to feel that infamous pool of warmth within him too.

Yoongi powered through the calorie laden cake and ended the stuffing with a loud burp. He finished off the rest of the milk jug and was now faced with a moral decision as he rubbed the top of the massive dome he sported called his belly. Would he make the move or go to sleep? A nap was sounding very good at the moment, but his boner wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. To make things worse, the younger was not planning on moving his hands any time soon. He continued to caress, rub, squeeze, pinch and jiggle the large round stuffed dome in front of him. Jung Hoseok, being a small man himself, managed to find a good seating space straddling the older, despite Yoongi's packed belly filling most of the space on his lap. Yoongi was already in euphoria however, the hickeys he was now receiving sent him higher. Hoseok's fiery passion was taking new heights as well. He lifted the older's belly while playing with it. Yoongi's belly was just so heavy and full. It was taut as a drum everywhere but the underbelly. Hobi loved this part, it made for the most delicious looking overhang, thus he always gave that area a bit more attention. Hoseok struggled slightly to lift it to see the raging boner that matched the state of his own. The fire in Yoongi's eyes burned bright and desperate just as Hobi's eyes darkened in desire.

Not being able to take the heat, Yoongi brought Hobi to his lips by the collar. The younger wrapped his arms around the older as he deepened the kiss. Yoongi snakes his hands around to the hem of the other's shirt, then removing it, the younger's abs now pressing against the older's soft, fleshy, full gut. The two finally broke the kiss, panting for air.

Hoseok let out a dark chuckle

"Bedroom?"

"Maybe after we get done down here."

"You're so naughty Yoongi"

"I know.... but you love it."

"When the nice guy lost his patience, the devil shivers"🕷

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Open Wounds

–sope / yoonseok  –angst, injury, harsh words

“It’s like you never have time for me anymore.”

 "I’m just trying to do what we always wanted.“

"WE? In case you haven’t noticed, ‘Seok, there is no we anymore. it’s just you on that stage.”

*** 

Hoseok and Yoongi met during an audition that neither of them got. Fresh out of high school with no prospects and no money for higher education, not to mention no real talent in dancing, they were both laughed out of the building.

So Yoongi asked Hoseok if he wanted to go for a drink. Sure, they had no money to pay, but there were ways to get out of that. The bathroom windows in the bar were big and Yoongi knew for a fact he could fit through them. They deserved a pick-me-up after such a crappy day.

Within the month, they were roommates. Within the year, Hoseok had realised the hoard of girls he’d been traipsing through the apartment might have more to do with Yoongi than anything else. Within eighteen months, they were dating. And within two years their career was finally going somewhere. They were background dancers, improving, learning constantly, dipping their toes in the possibility of singing and acting. They were planning to conquer the world, produce albums, perform in stadiums.

And that was just what they did. They grew together, released songs, and signed with a music company. They were blissfully happy, in perfect sync. 

Until they weren’t.

It was their seven year anniversary and Yoongi had been planning the evening for weeks. He could have sworn he’d bought everything he needed to make dinner, but at the last minute he had to run down to the corner shop.

That was when the car hit him. And everything changed. Dancing, walking, singing, sometimes even speaking–he just couldn’t do it. He slurred his words, got lost in the middle of sentences, He mixed up dates, forgot they had eaten dinner less than an hour after they’d finished it

Hoseok supported him through it all. He cancelled his performances. He put his solo album on hold. For two, long years. But, eventually, he had to work again. For himself and for money.

Yoongi went with him sometimes, when they could arrange it. He could walk now, although never for long without exhaustion setting in. But as much as he loved seeing Hoseok in his element on stage, the travelling wore him down and it hurt that he couldn’t be out there too.

So he stayed home more often. Hoseok, steadily gaining success, was with him less and less. It wasn’t perfect or what he wanted, but it was okay. He cooked dinner for Hoseok every night and they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Then Hoseok began missing dinner. Yoongi found himself falling asleep on the couch waiting for Hoseok to come home. His dinners went cold. Eventually, he stopped bothering to make them. They all ended up in the bin or being his lunch the next day.

The arguments were small at first, over petty little things. Then they got bigger. Until one night that blended into the long list of nights Yoongi ate dinner alone, sat up alone, and showered alone, he drank two coffees and waited in the dark.

Hoseok got home at three in the morning and the fight they had was loud enough for the entire building to hear. 

“It’s like you never have time for me anymore.”

“I’m just trying to do what we always wanted.”

“WE? In case you haven’t noticed, 'Seok, there is no we anymore. it’s just you on that stage. The most I’ve done in the last three years is help produce a couple of songs. I can’t even sing in them. There is no we, so don’t try to make this into something you’re doing 'for me’.”

“It’s not my fault you didn’t look both ways when you crossed the road. I can’t put my life on hold anymore just because you were careless.”

It was those words that ended their relationship, Hoseok’s burst of cruelty so vile and sudden that if he’d run Yoongi over with the intention of killing him it would have hurt less. They parted in hatred, bitter and proud.

Yoongi moved on with his life, forcing any reminders of Hoseok out of it. In some ways, it was easier than he expected. After all, he’d spent the last year with Hoseok working all the time.

Sometimes he saw Hoseok on the news. And it hurt, but it was okay. His life was better without Hoseok in it. He found a job he enjoyed, far removed from the world of performance. He went on dates, had sex. It was good. And he was only half faking it according to his therapist.

It was late at night, during a quiet get together with his close friends, that the doorbell rang, and he found Hoseok kneeling on the mat. 

“I know this is five years too late and I don’t expect you to ever forgive me, but I am so, so sorry.”

Pregnant Yoongi Ff (Part 1)

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Yoonjin

Pregnant Yoongi Ff (Part 2)

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