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kiwi head hyunibini size difference drabble 🤲🏻

Changbin is trembling.

It’s the finger under his chin that does it.

It’s the way Hyunjin tilts his chin up—just a slight pressure, the barest touch—until Changbin has no choice but to gaze up at him.

Changbin is older. He’s broader, stronger, bigger. He should be in control here, should be the one drawing Hyunjin in with such devastatingly magnetic charm.

Instead all it takes is a gentle nudge, the moment when their eyes lock, and Changbin is completely at Hyunjin’s mercy.

He’s staring up at Hyunjin, his lips parted in wonder, his eyes blinking against how brightly Hyunjin shines.

A crooked grin spreads on Hyunjin’s face. He thinks Changbin is batting his lashes at him, flirting. Changbin wishes he were that self-possessed right now. The grin becomes a laugh—beautiful, untroubled and carefree—and then suddenly Hyunjin is yanking Changbin towards him.

Changbin gasps, overwhelmed by the way Hyunjin seems to surround him like this.

“You’re so sexy,” Hyunjin murmurs, his arms casually resting on Changbin’s shoulders, his fingers teasing the curls at Changbin’s nape. “My small little hyung.”

“I’m not small,” Changbin objects.

But his head barely comes up to Hyunjin’s shoulders. He can��t look Hyunjin in the eye without raising his chin as if he’s searching for kisses from Hyunjin’s perfect lips. He’s just the right height to lay his head on Hyunjin’s chest, to press close enough to hear his heartbeat, and the way Hyunjin’s arms encircle him in response does make him feel small.

The immensity of his wonder makes him feel small. The sheer force of his admiration, it makes him feel small.

“You have goosebumps, baby,” Hyunjin says, trailing the tips of his fingers down Changbin’s forearm. “Are you cold?”

“Warm me up,” Changbin says, instead of answering.

His body sings as Hyunjin’s large hands settle on his muscled arms. Hyunjin’s fingers are long and slender, so much more delicate than Changbin’s, and his hands are much bigger too. They skim over deltoids, biceps, and triceps until they reach Changbin’s wrists. He pulls Changbin in and Changbin gladly wraps his arms around Hyunjin’s slight waist.

Hyunjin’s breath hitches as Changbin melts against him. “So perfect, baby.” His hands settle over Changbin’s love handles, the rolls of fat that budge over either side of his waistband. “Getting so heavy,” Hyunjin murmurs, massaging his thumbs into soft flesh. “Love how curvy you are.”

It’s true. Changbin would be too wiry with lean muscles like Chan or Jeongin. He wanted bulk. Volume. And he wanted to be able to eat whatever he wants, as much as he wants. Because Changbin loves eating.

So his belly hangs in front of him in a curved arc. His ass and thighs spread when he sits. His tits jiggle. His double chin yields so sweetly to the fingers beneath it every time he’s made to look up at Hyunjin.

So what if he’s curvy. Hyunjin has only seemed to fall further and further in love with his bigger body.

Changbin pushes onto his tiptoes to kiss along Hyunjin’s sharp jaw. He reaches up to card his fingers through Hyunjin’s freshly-shorn hair. The buzzcut perfectly accentuates Hyunjin’s features. His eyes are razor sharp. His cheekbones are so prominent. The low light glints off of every hoop and stud threaded through his perfect ears. It makes him look dangerous somehow. Deadly serious, like an assassin. Especially with the hair dyed such a cold shade of blonde. 

The short hairs feel somehow both prickly and velvety soft beneath Changbin’s blunt fingers. Soft like the gentle slope of Hyunjin’s nose. Soft like his perfect plush lips. Soft like the way Hyunjin looks at him and whispers about how much he loves him.

And Changbin is so in love too.

He feels Hyunjin cup the lower swell of his belly. Hyunjin lifts his bulk a little, just enough to gain access to the button on his jeans. Changbin whines at the way it feels to have his soft belly in Hyunjin’s big hand. For Hyunjin to feel the weight of it, the soft doughiness, such a contrast to Hyunjin’s toned stomach. He is truly putty in Hyunjin’s hands, and he finds himself already aching to be touched by the time Hyunjin’s deft fingers slip inside his pants.

Changbin’s breath hitches. “Hyunie,” he gasps.

Hyunjin hushes him. “Shhh. I’ve got you.”

And then Changbin has no choice but to slump against him, his whimpers muffled by Hyunjin’s chest. Changbin’s eyes flutter shut. His breaths come out in short little puffs. He’s fully under Hyunjin’s spell now, and it’s the only place he wants to be.

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i NEED chan doing this with changbin's belly 🫠🫠 my binchan 😩

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Felix pretending to whisper in Changbin's ear but actually licking it 😯

it's giving Felix looming over him while Changbin innocently overeats at dinner, licking along the shell of his ear to see Changbin fumble his chopsticks, how he gasps and shudders in arousal. Whispering to Changbin to take more, eat more, eat until his belly is aching and swollen in his lap. And then to come find Felix so he can make it all better for him

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(241211) yeonjun's tummy making a cute appearance | transl: x x

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i miss this man everything feels wrong going into winter with changbin being skinnier than he was over the summer

hes so......hes so thick

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Hiii 💜

It’s been a long time since I posted here, but as today his a special day for my friend @cutiedwaekki, I supposed it would be nice to post something !

I hope you enjoy 💜

Balloons and Birthdays

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It had been a while since Minho had hoped to fall in love again. First, because for him, loving was too painful. He had suffered too much in his past relationships and could no longer bear the way men had treated him. Being gay was already challenging enough, but being gay in Korea seemed even more complicated in his eyes. When he realized that he would never fit into the mold society had set for him, Minho gave up on the idea of finding love or ever meeting someone who would complete him. Instead, he focused on other things that had become more important in his life, like his friends, who meant a great deal to him, and his cats, who were the most important to him. He also loved his work, and after opening his own café in Seoul, he found happiness in the routine he followed every day.

That morning, as he was woken up by his cats climbing on him, Minho wrapped himself in his blanket to sleep a bit more. Soon after, his alarm went off, which he snoozed several times to enjoy his morning longer—until he heard his phone ringing and let out a groan before grabbing it to answer.

“What?” he asked groggily, his voice still rough, and he heard Hyunjin laughing on the other end of the line.

“Still sleeping? Just a reminder, it’s Jisung’s birthday, and you promised him an amazing cake!” Hyunjin said, and Minho rolled his eyes.

“You should spoil your boyfriend a bit less, or he’ll end up chubbier than me!” Minho replied as he got out of bed to make himself breakfast, his cats following as usual.

“He’ll look even more adorable to me then. But seriously, everything will be ready for tonight at the café, right?” Hyunjin asked, his voice almost trembling, and Minho understood that he was still nervous about messing things up.

“The café is ready, it’s reserved just for him, everything’s fine. Come when you’re ready. Felix said he’d come to help me with Chan. Dress up nicely, and we’ll be waiting for you,” he replied, trying to reassure him as he started preparing his cats’ food.

“Thank you, Min… Oh, and Jisung invited his friend Changbin to come; they’re working together now,” Hyunjin added, sounding more relaxed.

“Don’t worry about it; there’s more than enough food,” Minho said with a laugh, and Hyunjin laughed too before hanging up. Minho sat in his kitchen, having his breakfast while his cats ate alongside him.

Today was a special day. Normally, on Sundays, he opened the café later and enjoyed a slower morning. But since it was Jisung’s birthday, he had decided to reserve it for the celebration with his friends. Last year, Hyunjin had tried to find a place Jisung would love, but they had all ended up in their apartment with not enough food or space to dance or sit, leaving Hyunjin regretting it and promising Jisung to do better the following year—a promise he was now fulfilling. Minho got up and went to the bathroom to get ready. As he brushed his teeth, he looked at himself in the mirror and let out a small sigh. Even though it had been a joke on the phone, he’d noticed that, over the years of being single, his body had changed; he’d aged, and the pounds had piled on too easily, especially working near pastries. He stepped into the shower, running his hands over his body, feeling the curves that had recently formed—his slight love handles, his thicker thighs and hips, and the way his belly jiggled slightly when he walked. However, despite these changes, Minho had never questioned his body and liked the fact that he embraced this new side of himself. After all, he was the only one who truly loved him.

The morning passed faster than he had expected, and when he arrived at the café, he began setting up the tables and creating a space for dancing, adding the decorations Hyunjin had given him the night before. Minho had suggested setting up the decorations while Hyunjin took Jisung shopping for the day so they could spend some time together. Minho hung large “27” balloons on the wall and smiled as he thought about his own age, grimacing slightly. He then heard the café door open and turned to see Felix, who was making faces while listening to Chan talk.

“You’re wrong; Jisung definitely prefers chocolate cakes,” Felix said, rolling his eyes, and Chan frowned.

“We all know he loves cheesecakes; you can’t go wrong with that, Lixie,” Minho smiled as he watched them approach before Felix asked him to settle the matter.

“We have chocolate cheesecakes, and I made a chocolate cake. Jisung prefers anything with chocolate, but what I think he’d like best is for you two to stop arguing and help me with these decorations,” he said, pointing to the remaining decorations, and Felix grimaced before getting to work. Minho let them handle it and went to the back to check on the cakes and ensure the food was ready. He pulled out the boxes he had prepared the day before, setting them up on the tables and starting to arrange the buffet in his own quiet way, until the sound of the door opening caught his attention again, and he looked up to see a man he had never met before. Felix bounded over to him and gave him a hug before leading him over to Minho. Minho felt himself blushing without knowing why as he looked at him. His dark, curly hair fell over his forehead, and his round cheeks gave him a youthful appearance. He was shorter than Felix, with a round belly, and Minho swallowed as they stopped in front of him.

“This is Changbin, Jisung’s friend. He’s here to help us—hope that’s okay?” Felix asked with an angelic smile.

“N-no… of course not. Nice to meet you, I’m Minho,” he said, blushing and bowing slightly.

“I know,” Changbin replied with a smile before Chan called him over. Minho watched him go, replaying his words in his mind.

He knew? How did he know? Had Jisung mentioned him? Maybe Felix had told him who he was, or… Minho felt his cheeks grow even warmer and shook his head, returning to the buffet setup. He took a deep breath, trying to appear relaxed even though Changbin’s presence made him strangely want to keep looking at him and walk over to him. But he regained his focus and finished his preparations.

The day continued in much the same way, with Seungmin and Jeongin eventually joining to help Minho finish the setup, while Seungmin teased him a bit about his weight gain, as he usually did. When the sun began to set, they turned on the decorations and waited for Hyunjin to arrive with Jisung. Minho had gone back to the kitchen to get the drinks from the fridge when Changbin joined him, and he stopped suddenly in surprise at seeing him there, blushing again as Changbin helped him carry the bottles.

“It’s amazing what you’re doing for Jisung; he’s lucky to have friends like you,” Changbin said, setting down the bottles Minho had been holding on the table. Minho felt the warmth of Changbin’s hand on his own and blushed again.

“Uh…yeah, we’re just doing our best, but Hyunjin deserves most of the thanks,” Minho said, looking away.

“It’s not Hyunjin who made all this food,” Changbin said with a smile.

“Trust me, he’s put more effort into today than any of us to make sure Jisung has the best day of his life… By the way, earlier, you said you knew who I was… how?” Minho asked, biting his lip.

“Jisung showed me photos of his friends, and I never forget a beautiful face,” Changbin said, taking the bottles and leaving the kitchen. Minho froze for a moment, speechless, his heart pounding. He felt his lungs fill, and he quickly ran his hands under cold water to cool down before going back into the main room, where he saw Jisung and Hyunjin arriving just as everyone shouted SURPRISE! Jisung looked at them all in shock before turning to Minho and lightly tapping his shoulder.

“Why are you perfect?” Jisung asked, pouting before starting to cry, and Minho laughed as he watched him. Hyunjin wrapped Jisung in a hug, and everyone stepped forward to wish him a happy birthday, each taking turns embracing him.

“You guys are silly… I wasn’t expecting this…” Jisung said, pouting again as Seungmin raised his eyebrows.

“You’re the one who invited me, aren’t you?” he asked, and Jisung rolled his eyes.

“Let me pretend it’s a surprise party! You’re no fun, Kim Seungmin. Besides, I definitely didn’t expect you to put balloons with my face on them!” Jisung pointed at the balloons behind them, and Jeongin beamed with pride at his idea.

After Jisung finished thanking everyone, they turned on the music and began enjoying the party. The evening went by quickly, with plenty of food and drinks to keep everyone happy—some gathering by the buffet or the bar, others dancing or sitting and chatting, just like Minho was doing with Hyunjin. However, despite Hyunjin’s words of gratitude for all he had done, Minho couldn’t take his eyes off Changbin. His gaze lingered on Changbin’s round belly pushing against his shirt, his thick thighs rubbing together as he danced, the way his double chin appeared when he smiled, and the way he ate what Minho had prepared with such enjoyment, making little noises of satisfaction as he chewed. Minho swallowed, snapping back to reality as he noticed Hyunjin watching him and following his gaze to Changbin.

“You like him, don’t you?” Hyunjin asked suddenly. Minho froze for a moment; Hyunjin might not be the smartest of his friends, but he was definitely the most perceptive.

“What? No… We barely know each other,” Minho said, shaking his head.

“Not knowing someone has never stopped you from going further,” Hyunjin said with a smile, and Minho recalled just how confident he could be when he went out clubbing to meet people for one-night stands. He nodded, grabbed a shot glass, filled it, clinked it with Hyunjin’s, and downed it in one go. Standing up, he walked over to Changbin, slid an arm around his waist, and pulled him closer to dance. Changbin let himself be drawn in, smiling as he wrapped his arms around Minho. Minho led him to the dance floor, where they started moving their bodies slowly against each other, keeping their lips just a few centimeters apart, almost daring themselves not to kiss. But then Changbin closed the gap, pressing his lips to Minho’s. Minho didn’t hesitate, capturing Changbin’s lips in his own and starting to devour him tenderly, tasting a mix of alcohol and the pastries Changbin must have eaten just before. His lips were surprisingly soft, his body plush, and Minho’s hand wandered over his curves, reaching up to his soft cheeks. He drew Changbin even closer, losing himself in their kiss, and without realizing how, or understanding why, when he opened his eyes again, he felt a headache pounding. He sat up with difficulty in his bed as Soonie jumped onto him.

Minho frowned, rubbing his face with his hand as he tried to replay the night’s events in his head. When he felt something shift next to him, he was surprised to see Changbin sleeping shirtless beside him. Suddenly, memories flooded back—the party, the kiss, the alcohol, more kisses, then returning to his place, their night together, Changbin’s body pressed against his, the passion. It all hit him like a bomb, and he started to panic until Changbin stirred, moving closer and resting his head on Minho’s legs, wrapping his arms around him.

“You’re not leaving, right?” he asked, still half-asleep, and Minho smiled tenderly, running a hand over his back.

“Don’t you want breakfast?” Minho asked softly, keeping his voice low.

“Dating a baker means I’ll just get fatter, doesn’t it?” Changbin said, opening his eyes, and Minho laughed.

“Probably,” Minho replied, pressing his lips to Changbin’s before getting up, slipping on his pajamas, and heading to the kitchen, making sure to fill his cats’ bowls on the way.

He could hardly believe it—it was the first time in months that a man had stayed over, and this one felt oddly perfect. He’d been gentle with him, kind, and he trusted Jisung’s knack for meeting the right people, unlike himself. Minho started preparing pancakes so they could have breakfast together, and as he flipped a pancake, he felt arms wrapping around him from behind, a soft belly pressing against his back. Smiling, he turned to see Changbin.

“Did you sleep well?” Minho asked, running a hand through Changbin’s hair to see his face.

“It was one of the best nights I’ve ever had.” Minho blushed, turning back to the stove to focus on breakfast.

“Go ahead and sit down; I’m almost done.” Changbin took a seat, and Dori hopped onto his lap, rubbing against him, surprising Minho—she was usually shy with strangers. Smiling, he watched as Changbin petted the cat. Minho placed a plate filled with pancakes in front of Changbin, along with another plate on the chair across from him, and set out all kinds of toppings so he could choose what he liked best. Sitting down across from him, Minho watched as Changbin started to eat, letting out a soft moan that filled Minho with a strange warmth.

“You’re really talented, you know… damn… that’s really good,” Changbin said as he kept eating his pancakes, covered in whipped cream, chocolate, and caramel.

“Well, I’m good at my job then,” Minho replied, smiling.

“Is it bad if I say I want to eat your food forever?” Changbin asked timidly.

“Is it bad if I want to feed you forever?” Minho asked, smiling, and this time, it was Changbin who blushed before shaking his head and going back to his food.

Minho smiled, too, understanding that while this meeting might have been fast and impulsive, he couldn’t hide what he felt inside and the chemistry that had settled so naturally between them, as simple as breathing. Talking with Changbin felt natural, and his body craved the closeness. Minho got up and moved his chair next to Changbin’s, resting his head on his shoulder and running his hand over his soft belly.

“You look so perfect… I love your body,” Minho murmured, pressing his face into Changbin’s neck, leaving kisses there.

“You’re making me horny while I’m eating? You’re playing a dangerous game,” Changbin said, turning his face toward him and capturing his lips in a kiss. Minho kept caressing Changbin’s belly, holding it in his hands and gently massaging it, a small smile on his lips. “Let me help you, too,” Changbin said, taking a spoonful and feeding it to Minho, who ate it with a smile. Changbin’s hands moved to Minho’s belly as well, and Minho blushed, realizing he was no longer used to someone seeing his body without the filter of alcohol. Yet Changbin looked at him hungrily, caressing him tenderly. Minho let him, letting out a soft moan, feeling his cheeks heat up.

“Oh, so you like it too?” Changbin teased with a small smile, and Minho nodded gently, taking a bite of cake that Changbin held in his hands. He ran his tongue slowly over Changbin’s fingers, and Changbin leaned in, pressing his lips to Minho’s, mixing his breath with his own. Just as he finished his bite, Changbin’s tongue slipped into his mouth, and Minho surrendered entirely, diving into this moment of pleasure and tenderness that he shared with Changbin. He knew he wouldn’t be letting him go anytime soon and was ready to dive into this new world with him.

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Minho entered the kitchen, slipping his hands around Changbin’s back to pull him close, feeling his soft body press against his, with their cats weaving around their legs and meowing, asking for their share of food too.

“Cooking for me? What’s the occasion?” Minho asked, kissing his cheek softly.

“Who said it’s for you?” Changbin replied, turning toward him with a laugh, and Minho smiled.

“Oh, I know you’re a big boy; you need to keep eating well,” Minho teased, running his hands over Changbin’s belly, now the largest part of his body and, according to Minho, the most enjoyable to touch.

“You’re growing too, babe… wasn’t it you who just split another pair of pants?” Changbin teased back, and Minho rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, what are you making?” he asked, looking over the pots and pans in front of him.

“I wanted to do something nice for you. You’ve been taking good care of me lately, and I’ll admit, the idea of feeding you all evening isn’t exactly unappealing to me either,” Changbin replied, blushing, and Minho smiled.

“Then I’ll let you feed me. After all, I still have a long way to go if I want to catch up with you.”

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omg only now I see you accept requests!!!!! Could I possibly ask something about Changbin and doting on him and his tummy? istg I go feral anytime a hint of his belly peaks through the clothes… I want to kiss his tummy and cuddle him with my hands on him after I prepared a delicious dinner for him

(photo credits to @/ultragedits)

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tags: changbin, changbin tummy appreciation, fluff, feeding kink, pet names, gn!reader, praise, body worship, teasing, food as a love language

note: sorry this took so long anon!! life has been a whirlwind recently and i had to step back and put my big boy adult pants on. this prompt had me very excited, so i hope you enjoy my writing. this is my second time writing a request for skz <3

summary: changbin sitting shirtless in your apartment is free reign, especially after a good meal.

 both of you were still getting used to living together. the domesticity felt like a warm and safe blanket, giving you the kind of life you’d only dreamed of before meeting changbin. though he was often pulled left and right for schedules and the looming thought of his upcoming tour towered over both your heads—nothing could erase how either of you felt when he came home at night.

you heard the familiar noise of the front door unlocking before you saw him. getting up from the couch, your feet carried you out of the living room and to the hallway. even with his dark curls covering his eyes and his black mask covering the lower half of his face, you’d recognize changbin anywhere.

“welcome home, bunny! how was work?” you asked, though you’d gotten used to hearing the same sort of answer every night. “mmm.. it was alright, but changbinnie missed you!” he spoke cutely while referring to himself, which let you know his day was the least of his worries. large arms wrapped around you, securing you in a hold you’d missed for most of the day. with your head against his chest, you could breathe changbin in and sigh in satisfaction.

he pouted once you let go, but found himself content once he’d clung to you from behind. this way, you could use your hands for whatever you needed, while still providing changbin the contact that he’d been craving from you while he was gone.

with his chin nudging at your shoulder, you walked to the kitchen. as you’d reached the counter, changbin’s hands made contact with your hips. he spun you around so that you’d face him without using any real strength at all. changbin’s face mask had been pulled under his chin, showing you the features that you loved so dearly. he’d even brushed his bangs out of his eyes, allowing you to see him fully.

if actions truly did speak louder than words, his gaze was proof enough that the man loved you wholeheartedly. 

one step was all it took to close the distance between you and your boyfriend. his right hand reached to the side of your face, using his fingers to push back a strand of hair behind your ear. his other hand rested on your hip, holding you steadily. “tell me about your day, baby. did you miss me too?” changbin smiled, before placing a soft kiss on your chin—almost like a way of encouraging the words to fall from your lips.

“it was pretty quiet. rain cancelled our plans, so i stayed at home for most of the day.”

your lack of answering his second question caused changbin to pout. he pressed himself closer to you, nosing at your neck before leaving a gentle kiss on the skin there. you giggled, unable to tease him for too long considering he was so cute. “of course i missed you, bin. you know i always do.”

though he tried to hide his reaction by burying his head into your neck, you could see the tips of his ears turning red. there your boyfriend was, in all of his bashful glory. 

“i’m sure there’s something else you miss, other than me.” you teased once again, though changbin found himself out of the loop. “hm..? what do you mean?” he asked, pulling away from you to stand straighter. suddenly, his eyes lowered on your figure, a half smirk forming on his face.

“..not that, mister. you’re dirty.” changbin whined in protest, pouting even harder than before to the point he emphasized his softer jowls. “tell meeeee!” his volume increased from before, though he wasn’t particularly yelling at you. changbin tended to be loud, and that was that.

“my cooking, silly—i made you dinner! creamy bacon carbonara with pork katsu on the side, you’re going to love it! i think i went to heaven and back after eating it myself.” you giggled. 

though he never explicitly said it, you knew food was one of changbin’s love languages. the noises and expressions he’d make while eating was enough evidence that food was the quickest way to his heart. eating always seemed to bring him happiness, whether it was during the months he’d be dieting for comebacks or bulking during breaks.

as you put on a pair of oven mitts and pulled the dish out of the oven, you remembered how proud of yourself you were when you first sampled the food. cooking for yourself and changbin was a great excuse to improve your skills. you knew that if you’d found it good, your boyfriend would find it even better.

“oh my gosh.. i think my heart just started beating like crazy.” changbin joked, though the statement definitely held some truth to it. he watched over your shoulder as you reheated and plated the food for him, his hands gently rubbing your sides. a dangerous shiver went down your spine, but that was for later.

“here, why don’t i set the living room up for a movie while you go change into your pajamas?” you offered, turning your head to look at changbin. he frantically nodded, more motivated to quickly change by the prospect of dinner, a movie, and you waiting for him.

when he returned, changbin looked more comfortable. his pajamas always consisted of shorts, so the sight of his thicker thighs wasn’t new (but highly appreciated). however, the shirt he’d been wearing seemed to fit him deliciously (also highly appreciated). it must’ve been an older one, considering the way it clung to his larger chest and left little to imagine around the curve of his belly. 

god, your boyfriend’s body drives you crazy.

“every time i see you, i just remember how lucky i am.” you mumbled, not really expecting changbin to respond since you’d sounded so cheesy. thankfully, cheesy didn’t exist when it came to you. had you been one of the members though, he surely would have cringed. 

instead, changbin found himself gently swatting at you. “this food already has my heart beating out of my chest, don’t make it worse!” he chided playfully, though the blush creeping onto his cheeks told a different story.

once he sat beside you, changbin immediately pressed a kiss to your cheek, then your lips. “thank you, baby. it smells delicious!”

and with that, changbin ate.

he shoveled bite after bite of pasta past his lips, along with the crispy pieces of pork katsu. you cooed every now and then as he worked through his plate, subconsciously finding yourself praising him for eating so well. a healthy appetite had never made you this happy—at least, not until you’d fallen in love with changbin.

the movie you’d put on didn’t hold either of your attention. while changbin was focused on the flavors of each bite, you were content with watching him eat. his cheeks were fuller, and there was a shine to his lips from the amount of times he’d bitten them while eating. you found the habit cute, and you knew if you’d pointed it out, he’d grow flustered.

“someone’s eating well.” you teased, as one of your hands moved to rest on the curve of his belly. rubbing gently through the fabric, you could tell he was getting full. the flesh of his stomach was usually soft and pliant under your touch, but neither could be said for the firm mound underneath your fingertips. changbin dreamily sighed at your touch, before setting his fork down and leaning back against the couch cushions.

“oh.. i definitely ate too much.”

you quirked an eyebrow, having taken changbin’s statement as an invitation. your hand snuck under his shirt gently as you moved closer to him, continuing your ministrations without the fabric between you and his skin. every time your fingers made contact with his skin, changbin had goosebumps and butterflies. your hands knew his body no more or less than your own.

your fingertips danced across his skin like feathers, causing changbin to giggle. however, just as you’d begun to pull back, changbin had reached behind his head to pull off his shirt. once it’’d been removed, you were left dumbfounded. you would never get used to how good he looked or the fact that he was all yours. when you looked up from his torso and caught his gaze, two hopeful eyes stared back at you expectantly.

“can.. can you keep going? don’t want you to stop..” changbin shyly admitted, turning his head away from you to hide his burning cheeks. you cooed, finding his demeanor cute. 

underneath his rapper persona and his confident personality, changbin was more soft and gentle than expected. the members knew it of course, but especially you.

“of course, bunny. anything for you.” you purred, nuzzling your head against the side of his larger shoulder. changbin softly sighed again, relaxing against you just the same. the movie had finished by now, and neither of you could explain what happened no matter how hard you tried.

changbin sitting shirtless in your apartment was free reign, especially after a good meal.

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I forgot I posted this 😭 i still should tho in observance of new hyunibini live

should i write something about changbin gaining an embarrassing amount of relationship weight since he and hyunjin are still doing the married bit hehe

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should i write something about changbin gaining an embarrassing amount of relationship weight since he and hyunjin are still doing the married bit hehe

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WANT SO BAD

kinktober special fic

summary : were jisung's dream frequently about eating in his dream , but how can those dream have an impact in real life ?

content : weight gain , unrealistic weight gain , dark feederism , obsessive behaviour , SFW

Usually i'm not into darker fic , but here i wanted to try something different

Enjoy ♡

(^з^)-☆

Jisung had been having the same dream for several nights now.

A dream that, although strange, filled him with joy. There was an enormous buffet, stretching as far as the eye could see, with mountains of food laid out before him. To his right, steaming dishes in rich sauces; to his left, silky desserts, stacks of golden pancakes, crispy pastries, and exotic fruits bursting with juice. It was a feast fit for kings. And Jisung found himself in the middle of this paradise, a fork in hand, ready to devour everything.

That first dream was incredibly intense. Everything seemed so real. He saw himself sitting at a white marble table in an enormous hall decorated with crystal chandeliers. The sound of cutlery, the intoxicating scent of spices—it was all so vivid, he could have sworn it wasn’t just a simple dream.

Without hesitation, he dove into the dishes, tasting each one with infinite pleasure. The soft bread melted on his tongue, the perfectly seasoned meat dishes exploded with flavor, and every bite of dessert was pure sweet bliss. He ate and ate, never stopping. It felt like his stomach was a bottomless pit, yet each bite filled him with more and more euphoria.

When morning came, Jisung woke up in his bed, his cheeks round with happiness, his stomach as empty as the dream had been generous.

— "Hyung!" he exclaimed as he entered the kitchen, where his roommate was making his morning coffee.

Minho raised an eyebrow, half-asleep, as he took a sip from his cup.

— "What? What’s got you in such a good mood this early?" he asked, stifling a yawn.

Jisung was almost bursting with excitement, his eyes shining as he recalled the nocturnal feast.

— "I had the most incredible dream! A huge buffet, you’ve never seen anything like it! There was everything, gigantic dishes, hundreds of desserts… and I could eat as much as I wanted! And believe me, I ate until I exploded!"

Minho chuckled.

— "That’s so you. Even in your dreams, you think about food."

— "No, but wait, it was so realistic! I felt like I’d never stop!" Jisung replied, laughing.

— "And when you woke up, you were still hungry, huh?" Minho teased, glancing at the cookies sitting on the table.

Jisung burst into laughter.

— "You got it. But seriously, it was amazing!"

At first, it was just a funny dream, a story to share and laugh about with Minho. But over the following nights, the dream kept repeating. And each time, the buffet was even more lavish, the dishes even more delicious. Every night, Jisung found himself in front of this feast, eating with a frenzy he couldn’t explain.

Each morning, he woke up with a strange heaviness in his body but laughed it off with Minho.

— "Dude, if you keep this up, you're gonna turn into a ball with all the food you’re eating in your dreams!" Minho joked, patting his stomach.

Jisung shrugged, a smile on his face.

— "Maybe, but at least I'm enjoying it!"

However, something strange started happening. Jisung noticed that his body was changing, slowly but surely. He was gaining weight for no apparent reason. His belly became rounder, his clothes tighter. What had once been a source of jokes between him and Minho began to turn into a concern.

— "Don’t you think… I’ve gained weight?" Jisung asked, uncertain, as he looked at himself in the mirror.

Minho shrugged.

— "Well, you've always loved food, right? It’s probably just that. Nothing to worry about."

But deep down, Jisung started to wonder. The dreams kept coming, each one more intense than the last. He woke up with that strange feeling of having actually eaten. And yet, he hadn’t had anything before bed.

In the days that followed, Jisung couldn’t help but think about his dream. It was more than just a nightmare; it felt too real. And what worried him the most was how his body continued to change. Each morning, he woke up feeling a heightened heaviness, and every day, he was horrified to realize he was gaining weight.

At first, he tried not to think too much about it. After all, it wasn't uncommon for him to indulge in some excesses. But this time, something was different. He found himself weighing himself more frequently, hoping the scale would be wrong, but the numbers just kept climbing.

One morning, while trying to put on his favorite jeans, he realized he couldn’t button them anymore. The fabric, once comfortable, was now tight around his thighs and stomach. Frustrated, he pulled at the waistband several times, but to no avail. Finally, he gave up and plopped down on his bed, his hands resting on his now rounder belly.

— "Minho..." he murmured, uncertain. He got up, grabbed another pair of pants, and tried again. Those were too tight as well. His heart quickened, a dull fear overwhelming him.

He rushed to the bathroom where he kept an old scale under the sink. Heart racing, he stepped on it. He looked down: 85 kilograms. About ten more than he weighed a few weeks ago.

— "It can’t be…," he whispered, staring at himself in the mirror. He turned around, examining the curve of his belly, now more pronounced, his hips wider.

At that moment, Minho walked in, looking curious.

— "Jisung, are you okay? You’ve been in there a long time."

Jisung looked up at him, searching for answers.

— "Minho… don’t you think… I’ve changed a lot lately?" he asked, looking bewildered.

Minho tilted his head to the side, pretending to think before breaking into a smile.

— "Oh, I’d say you’ve put on a little weight, yeah. But that’s normal. Winter is coming; you’re just stocking up, right?" he joked, his light tone not hiding the strange glint in his eyes.

Jisung couldn’t help but smile, despite the anxiety knotting his stomach.

— "Maybe… but this is more than a few kilos."

Minho approached, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

— "Honestly, it looks good on you. You’re overthinking it. Come on, let’s eat."

Once again, Jisung tried to laugh along with him. But secretly, the idea gnawed at him. Every night, the buffet dreams continued, and every morning, he woke up with a slightly heavier belly, arms a bit thicker. He was now avoiding weighing himself, knowing the number would keep rising. His clothes were becoming increasingly tight, to the point where he had to start wearing looser outfits to hide the new curves of his body.

One night, after feeling that strange sensation upon waking—this persistent feeling of having eaten all night—he quietly made his way to the kitchen. He had a gut feeling, an instinct he couldn’t ignore. He tiptoed, his steps muffled by the carpet, and when he reached the partially open door, he stopped short.

He froze, seeing Minho standing by the counter, holding a plate of cheesecake. But it wasn’t the plate that disturbed him the most. Minho was leaning slightly forward, a strange smile on his lips, staring at something… or rather, someone.

Jisung followed his gaze and realized with horror that he was looking at his own body, asleep on the living room couch. He must have dozed off while watching TV. But what was even more unsettling was how Minho slowly approached, his eyes sparkling with something unsettling.

Without understanding why, Jisung slipped behind a wall, watching the scene unfold in secret. Minho knelt beside his sleeping form and murmured almost tenderly:

— "Come on, just one bite… a little more."

With a delicate, almost ritualistic motion, Minho brought the fork to his lips, and Jisung, in his sleep, slightly opened his mouth. He swallowed the bite without resistance, as if it were perfectly natural.

Jisung’s heart raced. Was it possible? Was this really happening? Every night, he woke up with that feeling of fullness, and now he was witnessing the scene unfold before his eyes.

Without thinking, he stepped out of his hiding spot and grabbed Minho's wrist, holding it firmly.

— "Minho! What are you doing?!" he shouted, his voice trembling.

Minho, far from being surprised, turned slowly to him, a smile still plastered on his face.

— "I’m helping you. I’m helping you finally be satisfied. You’ve never had enough, have you?" His voice was sweet, almost hypnotic, but his eyes betrayed something far darker.

Jisung recoiled, adrenaline coursing through his body.

— "But why? Why are you doing this?" he asked, his throat tight with fear.

Minho calmly stood up, wiping his hands on a towel nonchalantly.

— "Because, Jisung..." he murmured as he stepped closer, "if I make you big enough, make you dependent on all of this… then you can never leave me."

Those words echoed in Jisung's mind, filled with the same threat he had felt in his dreams. That wild look in Minho's eyes, that calculated smile… it all felt so real.

Suddenly, everything became a blur around him. He felt an immense heaviness wash over him, his legs weakened, and he collapsed to the floor.

(^з^)-☆

Jisung jolted awake, gasping. He was in his bed. Again. Heart pounding, he stared at the ceiling, his hands trembling. It was a dream. Another dream. But this time, he was no longer sure what was real. He instinctively placed a hand on his belly, still round, but less so than in the dream. Yet he knew. He knew something was wrong.

He gently got up, and when he stepped out of his room, he crossed paths with Minho in the kitchen, preparing breakfast.

— "Did you sleep well?" Minho asked with a smile, looking innocent as he set a plate of pancakes on the table.

Jisung remained silent, his gaze drifting for a moment to the stack of food.

— "Yeah..." he murmured before sitting down slowly. But deep inside, a persistent doubt lingered. Was it really a dream, or was Minho hiding something far more disturbing behind his smile?

Jisung, sitting at the breakfast table, stared at the pancakes in front of him. Their sweet smell filled the kitchen, and despite the nausea rising within him, his stomach rumbled. Minho stood across from him, looking as cheerful as ever, a serene smile on his lips. But something in his eyes, something Jisung had never noticed before, made him uneasy. There was a strange glimmer, a hint of unhealthy satisfaction that never left Minho’s gaze when he looked at him.

“Come on, eat,” Minho urged in a soft, almost soothing voice, pushing the plate toward him. “You need to regain your strength.”

Jisung hesitated, fork in hand. He felt the weight of his clothes against his skin, the constant pressure around his belly and thighs. Each bite seemed to add another layer of fat to his already heavy body. Yet, he lifted his fork toward the pancakes, as if driven by an external force. Minho watched the motion with a barely concealed smile, his eyes never leaving Jisung’s hand.

“It’s crazy…” Minho murmured, suddenly pensive, his tone almost dreamy.

Jisung stopped dead in his tracks, the fork suspended.

“What’s crazy?” he asked, a shiver running down his spine.

Minho straightened up, crossing his arms on the table, his eyes fixed on Jisung’s rounded belly, visible through his tight t-shirt.

“How you’ve changed. It’s fascinating.” He leaned slightly forward, as if captivated. “Look at yourself. Every day, you become a little more… full, a little more… complete. It’s beautiful.”

Jisung’s heart skipped a beat. Minho’s tone was far too intense, far too obsessed. He furrowed his brow, trying to determine if this was another one of Minho’s strange jokes. But the look in Minho’s eyes was nothing funny. There was an obsession beginning to surface, an unmasked desire that chilled him.

“Minho… don’t you think I’m becoming too… well, too big?” Jisung asked, hoping to break the tension with a hint of humor, even though his own worry seeped through his voice

But Minho merely smiled wider.

“No, Jisung. You’re becoming perfect.” His voice was low, almost a whisper, but it resonated in the room like a declaration. “You don’t understand yet, but this is true beauty. Your curves, your roundness… They are exactly as they should be.”

Jisung felt his stomach tighten, not just from the food but also from the way Minho was looking at him. His eyes slowly slid over every part of Jisung’s body, as if he were contemplating a work of art, a statue he was patiently sculpting, day by day.

“It’s… it’s strange, what you’re saying,” Jisung replied, troubled. He dropped his fork, his appetite suddenly cut off.

Minho didn’t take his eyes off him. His gaze grew increasingly fiery as he continued to examine every inch of Jisung’s body.

“You don’t understand yet, but you’ll understand soon.” His voice lowered, almost conspiratorial. “The more you become… like this, the more you belong to me. You don’t realize it, but you are becoming what I’ve always wanted you to be.”

Jisung felt a surge of panic rise in his throat. He gently pushed his plate away, searching for a way to change the subject, to escape that burning gaze.

“But… Minho, why?” he asked, his voice trembling. “Why do you want this?”

Minho remained silent for a long moment, his gaze intense and piercing. Then, he slowly stood up, walked around the table, and approached Jisung. He leaned down, placing a hand on his shoulder. The warmth of his fingers spread like an electric current through Jisung’s body. Minho gently caressed his shoulder, sliding his hand down to his arm and then to his belly.

“You know what I love about you, Jisung?” he whispered softly, his fingers gliding over Jisung’s rounded belly with a strange tenderness. “It’s that you are malleable. Fragile, perhaps, but above all… malleable. I can shape you, mold you. And soon, you will be exactly as I want.”

Jisung’s eyes widened. He abruptly pulled away from Minho’s hand and jumped to his feet, the chair scraping loudly against the floor.

“Stop it, Minho! This isn’t funny. I… I don’t understand what you’re trying to do, but I don’t like it.”

Minho stood still, his gaze still locked on him, but his smile had vanished. His face now wore a strange neutrality, a mask barely concealing the intensity bubbling within him. He blinked, then slowly, his smile returned, softer, almost soothing this time.

“Jisung, calm down,” he said in a voice so sweet it became unsettling. “I just want to make you happy. You’ve never been so well-fed, so satisfied, have you? Think of all those dreams. You’ve never lacked anything in those feasts. Why not accept this abundance? You’ve never been so complete.”

Jisung shook his head, stepping back. His heart raced too fast, a visceral fear overtaking him. He didn’t know what to believe anymore. Was it really Minho who fed him in his dreams every night? Was it he who was making him gain weight, transforming him slowly, like some sort of secret project?

The silence between them became suffocating. Minho took another step closer, still calm, still smiling. He reached out to stroke Jisung’s arm, but Jisung quickly recoiled.

As Jisung stood by the door, ready to escape the oppressive atmosphere of the apartment, Minho let out an amused sigh and leaned back against his chair. He cast an almost possessive glance at Jisung, and his smile widened.

— "You know, Jisung..." he began softly, his tone oddly soothing despite the palpable tension. "Look at yourself."Hesitant, Jisung glanced down at his own body, his rounded stomach under the tight stretch of his t-shirt, his thick thighs that now seemed larger than ever. Minho didn’t look away, observing every detail as if he were admiring a work of art.

— "It’s fascinating, really. How your body has changed," Minho continued, his voice full of admiration. "Look at your stomach… it’s already quite round, isn’t it? And your thighs… they’re starting to fill up the space around you."He stood up slowly, the chair creaking under his own weight, and approached Jisung, his gaze fixed on every curve, every mark. His fingers hovered just inches away from Jisung’s stomach, but he stopped just short, his eyes gleaming with a strange light.

— "Soon, Jisung… you’ll be so big you won’t be able to fit through this door." He let out a soft laugh, almost tender, before continuing. "Look at yourself already… your belly, your double chin that shows every time you lower your head… and those stretch marks on your skin, they tell a story. The story of your transformation."Jisung, petrified, didn’t know what to say. His body, now so heavy and cumbersome, felt even more foreign under Minho’s unrelenting gaze.

Minho stepped closer, his smile more intense. "And you know what? I want you to keep going. To grow even more. To become even more… mine." His voice was low, almost a whisper. "It’s never enough. You think you’re already big, but I want to see you even rounder, even more... perfect."

A cold shiver ran down Jisung’s spine. Minho took a step back, leaving him standing near the door.

— "You won’t escape me," Minho whispered, his gaze piercing. "You’ll always come back. Because, even if you don’t admit it yet, deep down, you know you love it. You love what you’re becoming."

—“I… I have to go,” Jisung stammered, grabbing his phone from the table. “I’ve… I’ve got things to do.”

Jisung didn’t wait another second. He flung the door open and rushed out, his heart pounding, leaving Minho behind with that inscrutable smile.

Minho didn’t move, but his gaze followed Jisung to the door, still intense.

“You won’t be able to escape me, Jisung,” he whispered almost tenderly. “You’ll come back. And when you do, you’ll know you’ve always wanted this.”

Jisung felt a cold shiver run down his back. He opened the door with a quick motion and left the apartment without another word.

(^з^)-☆

Outside, the cool air hit him, but it wasn’t enough to dispel the anxiety gnawing at him. Minho’s words still echoed in his mind, like an obsessive echo: “You won’t be able to escape me. You’ll come back.”

Was he truly under Minho’s influence? Was it him who fed his dreams every night to change him physically? Or was it his imagination playing tricks on him, influenced by his own insecurities and unacknowledged desires?

He looked down at his belly, rounder and heavier than ever. Maybe this was all just a dream. Maybe Minho was only joking, and his tired mind was exaggerating everything.

But then, why did it feel like all of this was terribly real?

And as he walked away, in the silence of the apartment, Minho stood by the window, his eyes still fixed on Jisung’s disappearing silhouette. A slight smile played on his lips, and he murmured to himself:

“He will come back. Always.”

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need dance practice changbin in his shirts and shorts dancing. he gets hot so he goes to take his shirt off since he has a tanktop underneath, but when he goes to remove the shirt, he accidentally pulls both up. his tummy pooches out, maybe a handful of stretchmarks on display, and immediately flushes. doesnt help that the members were all sat on the couch behind him, facing the mirror like he was—meaning they all just saw his belly's reflection. hes just so cute and soft to me.. i need him blushing and flustered, trying to play it off meanwhile half the members are smiling and the other half are smirking