Archive of Our Own ^beta

WARNING: this is a fic about feedism, a kink which glorifys mainly weight gain and may include feedings/stuffings, degrading terms and teasing. Please be aware of that before reading, readers discretion is adviced.

The relationship they had with Seokjin was special, with whoever it was, the eldest always found a way to be both supportive and teasing at the same time; he reacted like that when the six of them came out to him and their relationship. There was something missing though, they all thought so. But Seokjin is in a relationship, they respected that. And by the looks of the oldest member’s body, he seemed to be very settled in with his partner.

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With all the time the seven of them spent together, it was impossible not to notice. The way the sharp angles on his face had softened, and his chin had grown. He filled his shirts out, chest puffing out, with fattened pecs. His once hard abdomen now sat happily on his lap; the bottom hanging ever so slightly from the waistband of his tight jeans. It wasn’t too much, but big enough that now most of the time you could find Seokjin resting his hands on the very top of the soft dome. He lost his former upright sitting position, due to having to part his fattened thighs, also making room to the swell of his grown stomach. The six of them had always been aware of Seokjin’s presence, but now more than ever it was becoming difficult to ignore. So of course, they turned to the easiest alternative; teasing.

It wasn’t planned, rather each member picking it up form on of their boyfriends. Maybe Yoongi placed a discreet hand on his much plusher hip, or Hoseok would pinch the underside of his growing double chin, sometimes Namjoon would hug him from behind, his hands staying comfortbably on top of the swell of his belly, or how Jimin’s head always seemed to be resting on his softened pecs, or Taehyung’s large hand rubbing up against his fattened thigh, and the not so subtle slaps his ass got form Jungkook in their play fights. They thought about stopping, but Seokjin’s flushed and loud reactions only fueled them even more to continue; and along with their teasing, his body only grew.

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His cheeks had filled out, making his face round, and by now he had developed a proper double chin. His neck became girthy and his collarbones and sharp angles had completely faded under layers of fat. His chest had puffed, resembling what would be a pair of small boobs. His hips and ass grew wide and jiggled as he walked, and pushed outwards when he sat, his thighs rubbing together entirely even when he stood up. His stomach pushed forward and made all of his shirts cling to him sinfully, every crease and roll shown as if he were shirtless. He had even begun to fill out the sleeves of his shirts. Though that wasn’t what they first noticed when they saw the eldest walk through the door into their shared apartment.

He didn’t look like Kim Seokjin at all, his usually confident way to carry himself gone completely and had been replaced with someone who looked like well; shit. His eyes were zoned out and blank, and his face was expressionless. He stood there without saying a word or doing anything, as if thinking about what to do with himself, like this wasn't his own house, earning a lot of weird stares form the other six men cuddling in the living room.

“Uhm, Earth to Seokjin-hyung?” Jungkook’s voice snapped him out of his trance; though his face remained void of any emotion.

“Oh, hey.” He answered simply.

“What’s up with him?” Hoseok asked more to his boyfriends than to Seokjin.

“Maybe he stuffed himself to an almost food coma.” Taehyung answered playfully. That had been something that's had started recently too; the jokes. He always seemed to laugh along so they didn’t put any effort into stopping them.

“Whatever.” Was all he answered as he walked up the stairs into his room; leaving the rest of his bandmates dumbfounded where they sat.

That night, Yoongi came into their still shared bedroom; though since he got into this relationship with the others, he thought it would be best for Seokjin to have his own space. Slowly, he opened the door; it wasn’t often when the eldest visibly showed discomfort or annoyance.

“Hey, hyung?” He was laying on his bed, with clinging silk payams hugging his every curve; he looked up at the voice of his roommate, a frown still adorning his face. He didn’t answer so Yoongi continued. “Is anything bothering you?” He asked calmly; heart clenching at the way the oldest shrank into himself. “It’s okay, you know you can tell me anything, big guy.” The nickname slipped out of Yoongi’s mouth automatically; it had been a recent addition to their teasing and Seokjin seemed to thrive on the pet names. However this time, his eyes became sharp.

“It’s nothing, okay?” Yoongi could feel his eyes widening in disbelief, though he knew something was up with his only hyung; so he didn’t find it in him to get mad. He silently stood up and left, not without placing his hand on Seokjin’s shoulder.

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They all had rough days, the eldest just needed a good night’s sleep and some time to himself; that’s all. Or at least that's what Jungkook thought when he entered the kitchen. A few of the others were awake, Seokjin included. It had become way too easy to spot his bigger frame even if all the maknae could see was the back of his head. It was specially easy as Seokjin ate scrunched down close to the table, a variety of soon to be empty plates as he ate with incredible speed. Everyone had grown used to it by now, less shocked and now more intrigued to see how much could he actually eat. The youngest couldn't contain the smile on his face as he walked towards him; his banter with Jin always helped him get energy for the day.

“Someone’s hungry!” He exclaimed, a playful hand patting on his soft yet still wide shoulder. Though he was taken aback when the only thing he got as an answer was a light shrug as he continued to eat. Jungkook now gave a proper look at the eldest, perplexed by the change. When Seokjin ate, he ate with emotion, facial expression making him easy to read, if the food was bad or if it was delicious; he looked radiant when he ate, anyone could tell he enjoyed it. Now, he just looked like he was eating to avoid thinking at all, his expression blank, his eyes staring at nothing. “Um, hyung?” He leaned closer, a frown on his face.

“What do you want, Jungkook?” He turned at him. There wasn’t annoyance in his voice, rather what the maknae could only interpret as someone who wanted to be alone. So he did just that, hoping that later in the day, he could get his daily dose of bickering with his oldest hyung.

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It wasn’t hard to notice something between Jungkook and Seokjin had happened that morning, not to Taehyung at least. The maknae was an open book when he came looking to him for reassurance. And now working the seven of them together, it was easy to see Seokjin wasn’t having a good day either; professional as always, he followed and collaborated with everything; but a part of their eldest was missing. There was no talking between them, no jokes, no smiles, no comments. Even if he was dedicated as always, but Taehyung could tell he wanted to get this over with.

They were given a break and he took the opportunity to follow Seokjin towards the bending machine nearby. SIlently enough that it appears that he had not heard the younger, or maybe he was just ignoring him; that sure has began to happen a lot more recently. Silently he allowed his long arms to slide around the rolls on his waist, hugging him tightly. Although he flinched at the touch, Taehyung was determined to get to the bottom of what had happened with their eldest.

“Seokjinnie hyung!” He whined, earning an unamused hum from the larger man. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing, Tae.” He answered defeatedly. He didn’t buy it.

“Aww come on! If you tell me, I can give you some nice cuddles after work?” He said, his voice cheerful as his large hands got a handful it the mans massive stomach, jiggling it lightly. At that, the younger finally got a reaction out of him.

“I told you it was nothing, okay?!” Seokjin freed himself from his grasp turning to him with annoyance clear in his face. Taehyung was taken aback as he walked dejectedly towards where his boyfriends were.

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Hoseok considered himself quite good at reading people and what they were going through; though, there wasn’t much to analyze at lunch as Seokjin shoves food down his throat with rage. Everyone was keeping a light hearted conversation, ignoring the way he was scrunched over, devouring plate after plate at speed record. He knew both of his youngest boyfriends had tried to get to him and failed miserably, but he didn’t let that fact put him down as he walked towards where he was sitting.

“Hey hyungie.” The simple hum was enough to say he acknowledged his presence. “What are you eating?” Seokjin turned his head to look at him confused, as much of a good reader as he could be, it was always hard to keep an act. “Guess it doesn’t really matter at this point now does it?” He began to laugh nervously, and by the unreadable emotion in the older eyes, all Hoseok could make out was that he had fucked up.

He didn’t notice he was holding his breath, until he sighed relieved at the fact that, whatever the eldest was thinking, he had kept to himself; as he turned around and continued with the food he was finishing.
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They were walking towards the van now, and it had been a hard day for all of them. Rather than trying to get in Seokjin’s way, Jimin had focused on trying to keep his boyfriend’s spirits up even with the tension in the group. He noticed the eldest walking towards the co driver’s seat, and then going back to the back with the rest of them annoyed after seeing that one of their managers had already taken that spot. It was really just by chance that he and Jimin sat next to each other. After all, the younger’s plan was to give him time to himself instead of bombarding his space; so that's what he did. The van drove in comfortable silence from the two at the very back.

Yet, Jimin couldn't say he was enjoying the ride. Even without looking in Seokjin's direction, he could practically feel the size difference between them. He could feel his fattened tigh push out towards his side of the back seat, his plusher side, pressed against Jimin’s firm torso. The contrast his body warmth had with the cold weather and the long working and emotionally demanding day, had Jimin feeling drowsy. He found himself having to contain himself, from his eyes closing and his head resting on their taller man’s plush chest. But it was just a matter of time before the soothing movements of the van and Seokjin’s warmth got the best of him; he didn’t even notice.

“Can you get off me please, Jimin?” His tone was dry and snapped the younger out of his sleep. He tensed immediately, sitting as far as possible form the eldest until they arrived home.

There was always a trail of guilt when it came to Jimin interacting with Seokjin, he had been the first to develop feelings for him, even if he was not a part of their relationship. The first to talk to his 5 boyfriends about it, probably the one who triggered everyone else’s feelings for Seokjin. Now he can’t help but feel that this has something to do with that.

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Namjoon felt helpless as the seven of them walked into their apartment. A long sigh escaping his lips as he waited for everyone to get of the van. It was impossible not to notice the way Seokjin took longer than the rest to get out from the far back, his mass playing a huge part in his movements. Though that thought didn’t last long, not without the tension that the eldest had been bringing to their dynamic. He of course knew of his boyfriend’s attempts and failures throughout the day; so he couldn’t help fear building up in his chest when he stopped him in their living room.

“Seokjin hyung?” He turned around at the leader’s voice, and Namjoon was relieved to see that he didn’t look mad. In fact, he could have sworn he saw something tender forming in his round face. “I know you are going through something right now. And I am not going to ask you to tell me what it is.” His face was lighting up, good; good! “But you know, whenever I am going through some stuff usually hat i need it's just a long bicycle ride.” He felt his heart drop as Seokjin’s expression sharpened.

“If you want me to lose weight you can just tell me, Namjoon. I don’t need you being all passive aggressive on me. I don’t have my head stuck in my ass.” He snapped, eyes glinting with annoyance. Namjoon stared petrified.

“No- hyung that’s not what I meant at all-”

“No no! I get it. You have all been teasing me like this! Like I’m blind and fuicking stupid too!” At the raise of his voice, the rest of the members began to gather around the scene going on in their living room.

“Our teasing only started to bother you yesterday.” Yoongi stated simply.

“Well what was I supposed to do?! I had to end my relationship because I realized that I didn't love her anymore. But that I am attached to these six men, who find me disgusting!” Seokjin’s self realization of what had just escaped his lips, was obvious, and you could see his entire face fall. “I-It was hard to accept it, since you guys are already so settled just the six of you…” His voice began to shake. “But I couldn’t keep lying to myself, let alone her.” By the time he said that sentence his voice sounded small and broken. The six men stood there perplexed by Seokjin’s outburst. Staring at one another without being sure of what to do next. Although the silent sobbs from the eldest made everyone’s head snap towards him.
“Jinnie?” Taehyung was the first to talk. The older sniffed finally looking up at the younger six.

“No, no.” He spoke with a much calmer voice; clearly trying to recompose himself. “It’s fine guys.” His eyes were still watery.

“No it’s not fine.” Hoseok said with a stern voice, unnatural to his usual self; the authority onit made Seokjin shrink into himself, which made the dancer’s eyes soften. “We never found you disgusting, neither when you didn’t have the weight, nor when you gained it.” He began to slowly approach the stunned older man.

“In fact, you could say the teasing was our way of coping with the fact that we did not find you disgusting.”Yoongi continued cheesily.

“At all.” Jungkook finished with a shy voice and rosy cheeks.

“You were in your own relationship, hyung. We didn’t want to ruin that.” Namjoon said with a reassuring smile.Seokjin could feel his eyes watering, though for a different reason completely. The tension was rising between the seven and the eldest was becoming overwhelmingly warm with all the pair of eyes staring at him lovingly.

“Do you want to be with us, hyung?” Jimin asked with a small voice, they were standing really close to him now; with expectant and vulnerable eyes. The intimacy of it all left him breathless, he could only reduce himself to nod and hope the others understood how bad he had wanted this. He had to hold himself from closing his eyes as they got even closer to him if possible, skin touching skin and even the warm breath from their lips hitting his skin. “Are you comfortable with this, Seokjin?” The elders didn’t mind the lack of honorifics, not in this situation. He nodded along,staring deep into Jimin’s eyes.

“I want you. All of you.” Seokjin made sure he got to look into every pair of eyes staring back at him as he said that. A tickling warmth spreading across his whole chest as he saw the way a smile broke into each of their faces. Jimin was the first to connect his plump lips to Seokjin’s, short and sweet and complemented with five other lips caressing different parts of him. He could feel Yoongi and Jungkook below each of his ears, Hoseok and Taehyung on the flag of his neck and Namjoon holding both of his hands pecking them gently. Everyone got a turn at the eldest lips, each kiss translating perfectly into the relationship Seokjin had with them: Jungkook’s had been playful and almost childish, Taehyung had been short but teasing, Hoseok had been in between giggles with smiling through the kiss, Yoongi’s had been chaste but deep, and Namjoon’s was longing and slow. Nothing had changed, not really. Seokjin could feel himself relax at the epiphany.

“Let’s go.” Namjoon had barely whispered, with his lips still grazing Seokjin's. He nodded dazed by the men around him. Yoongi took both of his hands as together they all walked to Hoseok and Jimin’s shared room; it was the biggest. Seokjin clearly hadn’t been in there in a while as now the two king size mattresses had been pushed together; this was were the couple spent most of their time, after all. The six of them guided the eldest to the very center of the set of beds, surrounding him entirely.

A moment passed where it was just silence and intense staring at Seokjin, he could feel himself becoming uneasy under the six pairs of eyes; becoming tense under their sharp stare. But suddenly he could feel himself yelping loudly as he felt a pair of thin lips mouthing shyly at the nape of his thick neck through a bunny like smile; Seokjin couldn’t hold back the relieved smile that broke into his round face, every inch of him relaxing at the youngest’s care. His large hands began to shake their way around his pudgy waist, settling securely at Seokjin's plump hips. This alone had his mind in a haze; Jungkook’s actions occupying his every thought. That was until he felt two pairs of lips, one on each side of his girthy neck; although the action was simultaneous, the two mouths were very different. On his right slow and heartfelt pecs were being plastered on every inch of skin, delicately and with patience; whereas on his left sloppy open mouthed kisses were roaming over his skin fervently, taking the eldest by surprise with a few bites on the most sensitive spots. Yoongi and Taehyung; he could feel their large hands travelling towards his love handles and his breath becoming quicker with the way they kept pinching them. His skin was warming up everywhere and his breath already irritated; and all of this was intensified when Hoseok’s heart-shaped lips attached to one of his fattened pecs, a dainty hands grabbing handfuls of Seokjin’s wide stomach. Namjoon followed soon after, his plump lips circling everywhere around his puffy nipple, and the hand on his middle was gentler, rubbing it strongly but with utmost care. Seokjin hadis eyes tightly closed now, the sensations becoming overwhelming in the best way possible; so this means he couldn't have predicted when Jimin sat promptly on his large thighs. His mouth open wide with a loud gasp, and his eyes stared at Jimin’s with need, as the younger had nothing but hunger in his eyes. There was this second where the two of them just stared at each other with such emotion, their surroundings disappearing for only a moment before Jimin crushed into his with force. Seokjin tried to concentrate into kissing back as best as he could, thought it was hard when the dancer's tiny hands had already travelled down into his overhang, holding it up and letting it fall with speed onto Jimin’s strong thighs.

It was all so much, Jungkook's slow but definitely noticeable grinds against his back with the gentle mouthing of his teeth on the back of his neck, Taehyung’s and Yoongi’s teamworks that even with different methods, covered all of the expanse of his neck and collarbones with purple hickeys. The way his skin tingles at Hoseok’s and Namjoon’s touches and the way the saliva from their kisses soaked the shirt reaching his nipple hardening it almost completely. And Jimin's full lips on him, the weight of his body on his lap, the way his small hands made him appear even bigger than he was in comparison to him, his slim torso sinking into the fat of Seokjin’s. He couldn’t concentrate at all on what was happening, he couldn’t think about anything but them. The eldest only noticed how hungry he was when his large stomach gurgled loudly interrupting the scene.

Everything stopped, and he didn’t have to check to know his ears were probably a crismon shade of red. And as to make things worse, the large mass of his middle roared again. Seokjin could feel all the heads that were formally on his skin, perk up.
“You are hungry.” It was Jungkook’s quiet and deep voice from behind him that sent shivers down his spine. As much of a simple statement as it was, it explained so much more ot Seokjin. They like this, they liked the fact that he had gotten hungry now, out of all times, loving the fact that they would have to stop everything to spoil him. His train of thought alone had him gasping for air.

“Y-yeah, I’m starving” He admitted breathless, letting his weight fall into the maknae strong chest. He was about to speak again but then Jimin still on top of him interrupted.

“Don’t move, we’ll get everything.” Jimin said, a wicked smile and a small hand caressing his and puffy cheek. He hopped off the eldest fat thighs, and Taehyung, Yoongi and Hoseok followed him; after giving Seokjin a little peck.

He took a minute to close his eyes and compose himself after all that has happened; that was until he realized he had been left to Jungkook and Namjoon’s mercy. He could feel the maknae strong thighs wrapping around his middle from behind, his grinds slow but strained. Seokjin could feel his agitated hot breathes against his ear. He yelped comically as he felt Jungkook bite on his earlobe.

“K-kookie.” He spoke breathless, already feeling himself become overwhelmed.

“We are gonna fill you up so good hyungie.” The youngest’s voice was hoarse and raspy. “Isn’t that right, Namjoonie hyung?”

“Mhm.” The leaders deep voice, made Seokjin snap his eyes open, pleased to find Namjoon’s big hands spreading his wide thighs apart so he can kneel in front of him, faces miles apart and a slight smirk that made the elders squirm where he sat. He didn’t notice he was scrunching up his face until he felt the leader's full lips kissing his temple. “Don’t worry Jinnie, we’ll take care of you until the rest bring your food.” He couldn’t help the shaky breathe that came out of his mouth at Namjoon’s words. Jungkook's hands begin to wonder further forwards and grope strongly the flab at the bottom of his stomach. The leader began to lean closer to Seokjin’s flabby middle, his slim torso sinking into the fat. His large slender fingers began to knead intently each one of his saggy chest; his hips pressed firmly against the very top of his massive dome and began to slowly grind against the flesh as well. Seokjin felt warmth of the two bodies all over, and cold do nothing as he felt himself become overheated; his face was scrunched up in pleasure; lost in the way Jungkook mouthed on his lips and Namjoon’s agitated breaths pressed against his lips. He couldn't control the noises escaping his thick lips, filthy strangleded moans, and weak thrust towards Namjoon’s muscled thighs.

“You can’t even move without your entire body jiggling.” Jungkook spoke without any malice to him. Strong hands groping his overhang, using it to push himself even further against Seokjin’s soft back. The eldest yelped, as he felt what clearly was Jungkook’s erection pressed against him. He couldn’t control the gasp. The maknae clearly noticed, a playful smile pressed against thick neck.

“Seokjinnie.” Namjoon mumbled against his lips “We’ve wanted to have you for so long.” He pecked his lips softly. “Have you like this, warm and needy.” He separated their faces, leaving Seokjin desperate for more. The leader placed one of his hands on his fattened jaw making him look up at him. Seokjin’s eyes were half lidded and his breathing was heavy, his stomach made another angry rumble; making Namjoon’s eyebrows raise teasingly and Jungkook’s grip tighten around him.

As if planned, four other men stepped through the door, making the trio look at them startled. Seokjin’s eyes widened in shock at the amount of food that had been prepared. And to know he’d be the only one eating; he tried to contain the need to squirm where he sat. He felt at loss as he saw the two men untangle his legs and arms from around his thick frame; though it didn’t last long given that Hoseok and Taehyung took a seat each on one of Seokjin’s fattened thighs. Yoongi settled in between his legs, hooking his thin ones over his pillowy hips, pressing himself firmly against the fat of his middle, hiding his neck on the crook of his girthy neck.

“You are so much bigger than me, hyung.” The second oldest spoke breathless against is hot skin. “I am a twig compared to you.” His slender fingers groping both of his pecs, making the oldest jaw drop open in an expression scrunched up in pleasure. His eyes snapped open as he felt mouthful of foreign pushed towards started lips; Taehyung held it close to his mouth. He hesitated, he could feel all pair of eyes on him, Seokjin could only focus on the younger’s intense eyes. He did not break eye contact as he leaned forward and ate the entire mouthful, chewing on it slowly. The silence should have been suffocating, but with the six of them the eldest found comfort in their stares and closeness. He opened his mouth obediently after finishing that first mouthful and it was almost instantly that food was being pushed forwards to him, he hummed at the different flavour smiling through filled round cheeks; he opened his eyes, Hoseok. he felt warm and guiddy as Jimin sneaked behind him, cooing with a soft peck on his cheek, smiling through the kiss. His small hands made Seokjin’s love handles seem even bigger, he moaned around the food in his mouth at the thought. His neck snapped when he heard shuffling in the corner of the room; Jungkook was scrambling desperately into Hoseok’s drawer. the maknae’s eyes glinted in victory once he had a package of lube in hand. Almost desperate, he sprinted towards the bed, pressing his solid frame to Seokjin’s flabby side. The youngest handed the lube to Namjoon, who with all the heat of all the bodies around him and he constant stream of food going into his mouth he didn't even notice was next to him.

He turned to him, his cheeks full of food, and was confronted with Namjoon’s dark eyes. The younger smirked maliciously as he lubed his hand; all of Seokjin’s attention was on him. He only noticed Jungkook’s actions when he felt the heel of the youngest’s palm on his crotch. A broken moan escaped as his parted lips. Yoongi took this as an chance as he leaned forward his soft lips nibbling on his; it was quick and chaste, but long enough that Seokjin got his guards down for Taehyung to shove another mouhfull into him. Behind him, Jimin’s small hands were holding as much as he could of Seokjin’s overhang; hands sinking into the fat. Jungkook began to unbutton his pants, his cold hand grazing his dick, sending shivers all over his body. He had not noticed how hard the entire situation was making him; but the he started thinking. The stares, all of them watching him pig out. The size difference, the way he had let himself go and they didn’t, they had self control, and he didn’t and they, loved that. He could feel his cock twitch under Jungkook’s cold hand. The broken moan that he let out was uncontrollable, and an open opportunity for Hoseok to shove yet another mouthful into his parted lips. The maknae’s hand only got further down, Seokjin yelped at the cold hand holding his balls. He tried to look down, but then he realized; even with Yoongi not pressing himself entirely to his middle. He wouldn't be able to see his crotch. Just that thought alone impulsed him to swallow his food and a loud whine.
“What is it hyungie?” Jimin’s firm fram pressed tightly against his back, he spoke to his ear with a soft voice. Seojin had to hold back a smile.

“I’m hungry.” He pouted, trying to see where this would lead him to...See if it got him what he wanted.

“But, Sookie and Tae are already feeding you, hyung.” Jungkook's voice was small, but he tighter grip on him sent the message loud and clear, making the entirety of Seokjin's mass tremble.
“I want more” His voice was breathier, he was beginning to genuinely feel desperate. His act, slowly turning into a reality.

“More?” Namjoon’s voice sounded actually amused. “You greedy little thing?” He gasped, Namjoon’s lubed hand gripping tightly at the base of his hardening length. He was going to answer, but his words were caught in his throat.
“He still has so much room guys, no wonder he is still hungry” Yoongi spoke with a dramatized voice as his lithe frame sinked into his pilant stomach, voice muffled as his face sneaked deep into his chest.
“He wants more, we’ll give him more.” Hoseok’s voice sounded authoritative, it sounded almost threatening; sending shivers down his spine. Seokjin couldn’t be more thrilled.

“Just, tell us when you are full, okay?” Taehyung’s caring tone contrasted the whole scenario, and regardless of that, the eldest could feel his chest grow warm. He looked up at him with a gentle smile.

“Don't worry, Taehyungie, I will.” After that, something changed inside the younger, his eyes turned dark and his smile playful as he shoved with speed another mouthful, taking him by surprise.

With newfound determination he ate as fast as he could, and with his own speed he could feel the younger men growing desperate around him. Taehyung and Hoseok had beggan swinging his hips back and forth against his thighs; a constant stream of food coming his way. Yoongi pressing himself completely against him with force, his hisp rocking weakly but his large hmds frantic groped as big handfuls of fat that he could, the flesh poking out from in between his long fingers. Jungkook and Namjoon’s hands switching from over stimulating him from neglecting him, wet mouths kissing alongside his almost totally faded jaw. Jimin stayed behind him, his athletic legs ciring Seokjin’s plush hips, the thrust of his hips slow and smooth against his soft back , his small hands kneading the fat collected in the eldest chest. It was so easy to get lost in all of this. Seokjin could barely keep track of everything going on around him. He had only realised how much he was eating when he felt a shock of pain from his hardened mid-section. He flinched and everyone around him was quick to notice.

“Jinnie? Are you okay?”

“Do you want to stop, hyung?”

He thought about it for a second, his breath heavy, his cock pressing against he bottom of his overhang. Sure, he was beginning to feel uncomfortably tight; but, he did not want this to ever end. The feeling of stuffing hit him suddenly, so warm and taken care of...So big and lazy.

“No no, I’m alright.” The eldest tried to look at all of them in the eyes to show reassurance. And then he looked straight to Yoongi. “But do you think that you could…? Um.” The shorter man was staring at him expectantly when his eyes grew wide.

“Yes! Yes hyung of course.” He said quickly. Yoongi unpeeled himself from his hardened dome, his large hands beginning to massage the taunt flesh tentatively. Seokjin closed his eyes in pleasure. Soft whimpers came out of his mouth, everyone around him stayed still, all he could focus on was Yoongi’s hands. It took a couple of minutes before Seokjin opened his mouth again, towards Hoseok; indicating him to start feeding him again. It was slow and careful, but the eldest wasn't having it.

He took it upon himself to speed up the process, needy for that feeling of fullness again. Taehyung and Hoseok were quick to catch up, his bites coming in quicker and quicker until it was similar to how it was before they paused; though with Yoongi’s kneading, they didn't have to worry of him bloating. Though, with Namjoon’s slow stroke on his dick, Jungkook's secure grip on his balls and the outline of Jimin's erection against his plush lower back, were giving another thing to worry about. His pants, even unbuttoned and unzipped, were sinking painfully into the flesh. He whined uncomfortable and soon the trio got the message, helping him lift his hips as he wiggled his way out of his pants; though he only could last so long before he plopped himself against the bed; his pants only halfway down his thighs and his entire mass still jiggling form the aftermath. The fate of his stomach pulled out, occupying a large portion of his lap, but Yoongi didn’t let that discourage him, as he only press himself further into the softening flesh.

The tension kept growing up, Taehyung and Hoseok kept riding his thighs, their faces relaxed and close to Seokjin's, the warm agitated breaths of the three mixing together. Yoongi’s thrust against his overhang, his face buried in the fat of his middle and hands groping his sides. Jungkook’s strong hand kept playing with his balls, his soft lips mouthing his ears,a stream of “Hyungie”s being murmured quietly. Namjoon's slow stroked on his dick and thick nibbling his girthy neck. Jimin’s hard cock brushing against the crack of his ass, small hands grazing his nipples and mouth biting his earlobe. He was barely paying attention to the amount of food he was eating; Or how fast he was doing so; chewing mindlessly rather being overstimulated by the six men indulging him. He didn’t know how much time has passed, all he could sense where the bodies around him, the change of flavour in what he was eating. He couldn’t even tell when he had come, or how many times he had done so. But he certainly noticed when the stream of food suddenly stopped, he peaked his eyes open, staring into an awed and definitely aroused pair of eyes.

“You finished everything.” Hoseok stated a wicked heart shaped smile adorning his face.

“It hasn’t even been an hour.” Namjoon continued eyes dark staring into Seokjin's.

“Fuck hyung.” Taehyung sounded impressed. “It was over way too quickly.” Seokjin couldn’t agree more. He could feel his own smile creeping on him as an idea popped into his head.
“It doesn’t have to end now. I mean, I haven’t gotten any of you off yet.”