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soft-bellied-tannies · 1 year

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Baked with Love

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“Hey, did you see that a new bakery is opening downtown?” Taehyung asked as he got back from class.

Jin and Jungkook both turned from where they making lunch in the kitchen. Jin, a lover of anything food related, said, “No, I didn't. Does it look nice?”

Taehyung shrugged. “I only saw the flyer. It says it’s a Seoul location for some popular bakery in Busan.”

Jungkook looked up with newfound interest. “Pretty Minnie’s?”

“Oh, yeah, you’ve heard of it?”

“Heard of it? Pretty Minnie’s is the best place in Busan. We went there at least once a week when I was a kid. They had a location in my neighborhood,” Jungkook answered excitedly.

Taehyung and Jin both seemed more intrigued by the alpha’s excitement. “I guess we will have to try it then. The grand opening is next weekend.”

—

“I promise, Appa, I got this,” Jimin said as he pulled on his apron. His father was on speakerphone for the third time that morning, ready to get on the next train from Busan to come help his son open their new location.

The omega smoothed over his yellow apron, tying it around the front in a way that made him look even curvier than he already was. Jimin had donned his favorite black overalls with yellow and white daisies for his special day - the grand opening of his own location of the family bakery.

Jimin had dreamed of this day since he was a young pup in his parent’s main bakery. He loved spending his days helping his father in the kitchen and serving customers with his mother - the namesake of the family business.

“Ah, I know, Jimin-ah. You have been working your whole life for this, but I worry about you. It’s hard to be alone anywhere but especially in Seoul. You will handle the bakery just fine, I just don’t want you to be lonely, son,” his father explained, sounding a little choked up as he spoke.

“Appa…” Jimin replied quietly, getting emotional himself. He knew his parents never meant to coddle him, they loved him and wanted the best for him. “I promise, I will tell you if I want you and Eomma to visit. I just want to do this part on my own, prove to myself that I can do it.”

“Of course, you can do it, you’ve been doing it since you were sixteen. That was never in question,” his father said confidently, voice full of pride for his son.

Jimin smiled brightly and picked up his phone to take it off speaker, holding it up to his ear instead. “Thank you, Appa. I love you.”

“I love you too, Jimin. Keep us updated throughout the day. I want to hear all about your wonderful grand opening.”

After hanging up the phone and bolstering himself with the long-distance support of his parents, Jimin left his office to give the opening staff a pep talk before they unlocked the doors. He was shocked to see the line out front and felt a new wave of energy.

The first three hours of the day went by so fast, Jimin had no idea what time it was and how much they had sold, but it was undoubtedly a successful grand opening already. Between college students from Busan and families with kids drawn to the cute exterior, they well exceeded their expectations for the big move to Seoul.

Just as Jimin was about to tap out for a break, the bell above the door rang once again. He turned to greet the new customers and let them know that one of his staff could take care of them when he stopped still, instantly overwhelmed by the group that just walked in.

Six college students, clearly a mix of alphas and betas that seemed close enough to possibly be a pack. Jimin felt instantly attracted to them, something in their presence drawing him, but he forced himself to be professional and put on his customer service smile.

“Hi, welcome to Pretty Minnie’s! My name is Jimin, what can I get for you?”

Jimin almost shrunk under their heavy stares, all of them remaining silent for almost an uncomfortable amount of time. He decided to try breaking the ice a little more. “We have quite a few options so it can be overwhelming to choose. I can help you pick some out if you would like.”

Jungkook stepped forward first, already having been the designated orderer since he was familiar with the bakery. “Um, I’m from Busan so I’ve actually been here before. Well, not here, but you know…yeah…”

Jimin nodded with an endeared smile, finding the alpha adorable in his nervous introduction. “Thank you for supporting us! What is your favorite? I’ll give you one on the house.”

“Oh, no, I couldn’t. It’s your grand opening!”

“I insist, especially if you all plan on buying something. Consider it a gift from me,” Jimin replied firmly, hoping that he wasn’t coming on too strong.

Jungkook gave him a shy smile and said, “Okay, thank you. I love the red bean sweet buns.”

Jimin grabbed one from the case and handed it over to the alpha. “Those are my favorite too!”

“Let us buy one for you then,” Namjoon said, suddenly finding his voice and stepping up beside Jungkook at the counter.

“Oh, um, wow, if you would really like to,” Jimin responded, cheeks filling with a pink blush.

Namjoon insisted and the rest of the group placed their order. Jimin filled a pastry box with all of their selections, setting aside one sweet bun for himself. As he slid the box across the counter, he looked up to find all of them with their eyes on him.

Clearing his throat slightly in hopes of hiding his interest, Jimin thanked them for visiting the bakery. “Thank you all so much for coming in and thank you for the bun. No one has ever done that for me before.”

Taehyung stepped forward, making such direct eye contact that Jimin felt his knees get a little weak. “You deserve much more than a sweet bun. We will have to come back again.”

Jimin knew that his blush returned ten-fold, never having been so directly flirted with by an alpha like this. He ducked his head slightly, lips forming a soft smile. “I hope to see you soon.”

Before the group could say anything else, Jimin’s attention was called by one of his staff members. He gave them a parting wave and turned away from the counter. They all watched him until the woman at the counter called for the next customer.

The walk back to their apartment was a quiet one, full of processing thoughts, but the second Yoongi opened the door and everyone got inside, all the emotions burst forward.

“Oh my God, he was adorable!”

“Did you see his cheeks? They looked softer than the mochi in the case!”

“He looked so cute in those overalls.”

“I was looking at a different set of cheeks, honestly.”

“Yoongi!” Jin scolded as he smacked the beta’s arm, although he was trying to hold back his laughter. Even if Jin wasn’t so crass himself, he also wasn’t going to disagree.

“What? We are all thinking it. He was curvy as hell,” Yoongi said, shrugging off Jin’s response. He smirked and continued, “Also, don’t come at me. What about Tae with that whole ‘you deserve more’ shtick?”

Taehyung laughed and waved him off. “I was just speaking my truth. Joonie is the one who bought him something. A little courting jumpstart, o alpha, my alpha?”

Namjoon rolled his eyes, deciding to focus on the pastry box in front of him. “I was returning his nice gesture, that’s all.”

“Mhmm, sure, definitely wasn’t your alpha wanting to provide for him,” Taehyung quipped, enjoying the light atmosphere in the room. It was rare for all of them to be on the same page about something like this so it seemed obvious that they would pursue the sweet omega.

Hoseok grabbed his selection from the box and took a bite. “Wow, I’ll keep going back no matter who works there. This is incredible.”

The next few moments passed in silence while all six of them enjoyed their pastries. Making quiet sounds of enjoyment, the baked goods were gone in minutes and they all shared knowing looks.

“Well, damn, I guess we have to go back to the bakery again,” Yoongi announced, making his way out of the room with the other’s laughs trailing behind him.

—

Two weeks after the opening, Jimin felt over the moon. The bakery was thriving, his parents were proud of him, and he finally had his entire apartment unpacked. All he wanted now was to see that pack of handsome men walk back through his door.

They apparently had returned two times since the grand opening, but Jimin missed them both times. The first time was a few days later while he was back in his office on the phone with an ingredient vendor. The second time was during his parent’s visit to Seoul; he was with them at his apartment above the bakery while his trusted staff ran the morning shift.

It would be more than welcome to have a visit from them today as Jimin was by far, having his worst day in Seoul yet.

Jimin knew that his style wasn’t for everyone. He dressed more like a kindergarten teacher than anything else, his patterned overalls and thick-rimmed glasses being his favorite things to wear.

On top of his fashion sense, Jimin was also aware that he was considered plus-size. His wide hips and plump ass filled out his overalls quite nicely. He was the child of bakers and a baker himself, of course, he was on the softer, curvier side.

What Jimin was not aware of was the fact that people were much freer with their words in Seoul than back home in Busan. He tried not to let the comments get to him, but some people were blatantly rude.

Some alphas mentioned that he must taste-test all of his work while older omegas directly addressed his size - telling him that he would never find a pack if he was already ‘letting himself go’ so young. There was even a specific group of women who came in and gave him a business card for their gym every time he was at the counter.

Usually, Jimin could shrug it off. ‘Never trust a skinny baker’ became his catchphrase and certain people were simply ignored, letting his staff handle them while he found another place to keep himself busy.

That morning, however, was just a bad start to his day.

The first round of sweet buns somehow ended up in the oven without a timer and burnt to the point of being inedible. One of his favorite coffee mugs slipped off the counter and shattered across the floor. He had to send an employee down to the grocery store for butter because their shipment was late.

Then, his bad day became terrible. He was at the counter alone - one employee at the store, one back in the kitchen, and one on break - when an absolute wretch of a woman came in.

There were two other customers in the bakery eating at the window counter and one at the case that she completely breezed by, cutting them in line. She ignored Jimin’s greeting and his offer for assistance while she stared at the case in disdain.

Without even a simple hello, the woman looked him up and down and said, “I guess the bakery must be pretty good if the baker is fat, right?”

Jimin stared at her in shock. He knew the implication behind his words whenever he mentioned the skinny baker thing, but this woman had straight-up called him fat to his face.

Considering himself strong-willed, Jimin was surprised to find himself a bit teary-eyed from her words. It was likely the already-stressful morning burdening him and his impending pre-heat, but the words cut him like a knife.

“I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” Jimin said firmly, trying to limit the scene from developing or making the other customers uncomfortable.

She glared at him, unmoving from her spot at the counter with her arms crossed. “You are denying me service for speaking the truth. Some business model you have here.”

Jimin straightened his posture and took a deep breath, pushing down the insecurities that she had unearthed from somewhere he hadn’t even known. “Yes, I am denying you service. Even though you are a customer, that does not give you the right to disrespect me or my business. I am politely asking you to leave, ma’am.”

In an attempt to break his composure, the woman stared him down for another tense moment before dramatically spinning on her heel and stomping out. Jimin watched her leave, ensuring the door fully shut behind her. He then took quick steps to the kitchen door, not even acknowledging his other customers and asking the staff member in the kitchen to take over.

As he sought refuge in his office to process what just happened and probably call his mom, Jimin had not noticed that a few more customers had entered the bakery to view the intense exchange.

Hoseok and Jin had stepped inside, excited to see the omega only to be met with the horrible woman and Jimin’s strong reserve. They watched and waited, hoping to comfort him and leaving once he disappeared into the back - heading home to inform the rest of what had happened.

—

A few days later, all six decided to visit the bakery together on their free afternoon. The bell over the door greeted them instead of a lovely, welcoming voice as the counter was empty. Jungkook looked around the corner, trying to see if anyone was around but found no one.

“I’ll be there in just a moment!” the omega’s voice called out from his office.

They smiled and decided to look over the selection in the pastry case while they waited. It was barely a minute before Jimin came quickly toward the counter, covering his mouth with one hand.

After chewing and swallowing, Jimin smiled and said, “I’m so sorry for the wait! I knew I should’ve just taken my lunch out here.”

Jin and Yoongi both frowned, not liking the implication that the omega was skipping his breaks. The betas already felt protective over him just from their limited interactions.

“Well, we’re sorry for interrupting,” Namjoon responded, trying to comfort the omega.

“Don’t be silly! I’m happy to have such nice customers,” Jimin said as he looked down to make sure he didn’t drop any food on his shirt. He realized that he had one overall strap undone and he had forgotten his apron. “Oh goodness, I am a mess today. I will be right back.”

They all watched him speed off to the office while clipping his strap back together. His overalls were lavender with white polka dots and a little more form-fitting than others they had seen him wear. Without the apron covering most of his body, they were able to appreciate his curvy waist and plump thighs.

“God, he’s so adorable. We need to ask him out already,” Hoseok whispered as they all had their eyes on the office entrance instead of the baked goods.

Jimin returned with his apron tied neatly around his waist, looking calmer and put together instead of rushed as before. “Okay, thank you so much for waiting. What can I get for you?”

After giving their order, Jin and Hoseok were torn on addressing the moment they witnessed earlier in the week. They wanted to show their support and try to dispel some of the omega’s potential worries that lingered from the interaction.

“Um, Jimin?” Jin asked, realizing it was the first time he had addressed him by his name directly.

The omega looked a little startled, pausing his motions of putting their box together. “Yes?”

“I just wanted to say that I’m really sorry about what happened with that woman this week. I know it isn’t my place to apologize, but no one should ever speak to you that way. I think you did the right thing by kicking her out; it was very respectable,” Jin explained.

Jimin’s face paled, trying to stop his eyes from widening and tearing up. His omega was begging him to get out of there as he felt pure embarrassment at them witnessing that conversation. It never really hit him before that moment, but now something in him shifted at knowing they had heard someone call him fat.

Although Jimin didn’t consider himself to be fat per se or fat to be a bad thing in general, his thoughts were spiraling as his brain was screaming that this pack he daydreamed about probably had no interest in someone like him, especially after hearing someone speak about him in that way.

Trying to ignore those feelings, Jimin attempted a smile and stuttered, “I…uh, thank you. I didn’t realize you were here to see that.”

They all sensed the omega’s switch in demeanor and immediately wanted to comfort him or possibly scold Jin for bringing it up. Rather than his typical drawn-out packing of the box with light conversation, Jimin made quick work of gathering their chosen baked goods and ringing them up on the register.

Suddenly, Taehyung made a decision and spoke up. “Jimin, would you like to have dinner with us tonight?”

Jimin’s head snapped up, owl-eyed with surprise as if he never expected that to be a possible question from them. He considered turning it down purely out of his own insecurity before he decided to accept. Even if it was out of pity for witnessing what Jimin saw as humiliating, the omega was grateful for their kindness.

“Oh…um, yeah…yes, I would love that.”

—

After their dinner together, the pack knew they could never let Jimin go. The courting started immediately and the omega was blown away. Even though this group courting him was in college, they all clearly were mature and secure both financially and emotionally.

His parents were thrilled, happy to hear that the bakery was thriving and Jimin was not alone up in the big city. He was spending his evenings at their shared house and at least one or two of them would visit the bakery throughout the day, even offering to help behind the counter.

The courting process also taught Jimin a few things.

Pack relationships were more beautiful and loving than he had ever expected after coming from a single couple home.

Jimin very much enjoyed being spoiled, constantly receiving gifts of all sizes from all six pack members.

And most importantly for him, they fully supported his aspirations to be an omega business owner and had no intention of limiting him once they mated.

Something else Jimin realized that went hand-in-hand with spoiling him was their encouragement and dedication to keeping him well-fed. Jin and Yoongi were wonderful cooks, always bringing him prepared lunches and serving him healthy portions.

All of them had jumped behind the counter at the bakery to help in different ways. Jin and Yoongi learned house recipes and helped Jimin prepare batches for the oven. Taehyung and Hoseok were fantastic with customers, willing to serve tables and fulfill orders. Namjoon could man the register with ease and Jungkook was able to do a bit of everything.

No matter what position they were filling at the bakery, all of them would make excuses to feed Jimin throughout the day. Under the guise of taste-testing or ‘sharing’ the baked goods with him, the omega quickly realized that he was eating much more of his products than ever before.

As they were the ones initiating and the never-ending praise Jimin received from them, the omega couldn’t bring himself to worry about the effects of his indulgence because he was not naive to it. He caught on pretty quickly to them making excuses to give him bites at the bakery or the extra spoonful in his portion of dinner.

Jimin felt the effects after the first few months of courting. He had always been on the curvier side, but he was definitely filling out more and more as time went on.

His overalls which had fit the same for years started to get tighter on his hips, hugging his body and highlighting the new softness on his frame. His cute, little tummy being constantly filled with sweet treats had started to become rounder, taking up more space and pushing out against his clothes to the point of needing to extend his straps.

With the way his new pack took any chance to have their hands on him, Jimin found that his confidence and appreciation for his body actually grew in tandem. Between his strong composure and the new scents he wore like perfume, those comments from rude customers were things of the past.

Their months-long courtship came to an end and Jimin accepted their mating proposal - all of it lining up perfectly with the pack’s graduation. They planned to move in together and mate within the next year.

All of the excitement fulfilled Jimin’s desires and he had to admit that he had never been happier - a successful business from his own hard work and a pack of six incredible future mates.

However, there was one thing that nearly brought him to tears, admittedly a bit dramatic but still painful. Jimin outgrew his beloved pair of black, daisy-print overalls.

He had been getting ready for his opening shift one morning, having slept at his own apartment the night before. Jimin grabbed them off the hanger and noticed the resistance as he tried to pull them over his thighs and hips. Once he managed to wiggle them up his waist, even unbuttoning the two extenders on the side didn’t help them sit comfortably on his body.

Jimin was already running behind so he threw on a pair of leggings and a hoodie he had stolen from Namjoon, feeling wrong to be entering his bakery without a pair of overalls on. He tried his best to tamp down his distress knowing that Jin and Taehyung would both be in that morning to help him open.

Due to his already heightened emotions, Jimin finally let the tears fall when he put on his apron. He always tied it around the front, making a lovely little bow that sat on his middle, but this morning, the ties on his favorite yellow apron didn’t have enough give to be tied when he wrapped them around front.

Jimin’s brain tried to offer him some excuses like his upcoming pre-heat causing bloating and the thickness of the hoodie he was wearing compared to his normal clothes, but he knew that wasn’t the case. The apron faced the same fate as his overalls due to his growing figure.

And, in any other moment, Jimin would have found the apron realization endearing - a physical representation of how well his pack loved him. However, outgrowing his overalls hurt as they had become almost an armor in a sense, a part of who he was and a connection to the success of his bakery. They were also a gift from his mother, one of the first patterned pairs that he treasured.

Jin and Taehyung nearly sprinted inside once they caught the bitter, burnt smell after opening the back door. They both became concerned that Jimin was sick considering his dressed-down outfit and disheveled state.

“Jimin! What’s wrong, baby?” Jin called out as he entered the kitchen, Taehyung a few steps behind him.

Jimin hiccuped and tried to stifle his sobs, allowing both of them to wrap him in a tight embrace. He was instantly comforted by their scents and gentle touch, an oddly familiar sense of embarrassment now that he was preparing to explain the reason behind his tears.

“I…uh…” Jimin started before letting out a wet laugh, toeing the line of self-deprecating. “Sorry, I’m being ridiculous.”

“Hey, don’t say that. Talk to us, what’s going on?” Taehyung replied, refusing to let go of the omega until he had answers.

Between his quiet tone and his face tucked up against Jin’s broad shoulder, Jimin’s words were mumbled. Jin and Taehyung both asked him to repeat what he had said, still slightly tensed with the expectation of something horrible.

Jimin pulled away with a pout on his face, bottom lip almost quivering. “My favorite overalls don’t fit anymore.”

Jin kissed his forehead, continuing his gentle massage on the omega’s back. “Oh, Min, I’m sorry.”

Taehyung really tried his best, but he could not hide his smirk from knowing they were the reason their omega had filled out so nicely. Although, the alpha was aware that Jimin truly loved his adorable wardrobe and instantly put that in his pocket for later.

“Why don’t Jinnie and I go get started in the kitchen while you head back upstairs and change? It will make you feel better, babe,” Taehyung offered, trying to sound light and encouraging.

Jimin thought it over and nodded, removing his apron and handing over the day’s menu so they could get prepped. Jin collected the ingredients they needed while Taehyung texted the group chat about the tense morning.

The mood had completely shifted when Jimin returned from changing. He had picked a simple pair of regular denim overalls that did fit but were reaching the same fate as his other pair. The omega looked perfectly content though as if just simply wearing his preferred clothing was all he needed to feel better.

—

A month after that harrowing morning marked one year since they started courting Jimin and it was the day they had all been awaiting. They were moving into their shared home, albeit, a little stressful for Jimin who had entered pre-heat a few nights prior and would be in heat two weeks from now.

His pre-heat was a nice incentive to move quickly since Jimin was desperate to pull the others into a comfortable nest with him. Thankfully, the tears had been a one-time thing as the omega explained it wasn’t his confidence or body image that was affected, it was truly the loss of his favorite outfit.

Jimin was in the living room helping Hoseok and Jungkook hang up pictures when the others joined them. Taehyung was holding a pretty large gift bag out toward him with a wide smile which Jimin accepted with a confused expression.

“What’s this?”

“Just a little housewarming gift from us. We have all been living together for a while so it felt right,” Taehyung explained, clearly excited to see the omega’s reaction.

Jimin was endeared by their sweet gesture and placed the bag on the coffee table to start opening it. Once he removed the tissue paper, he gasped and looked up at them with teary eyes. “Oh my god! I love you all so much!”

Holding them up in front of him, Jimin looked at a brand new pair of black overalls that perfectly matched the pattern of his old ones - bigger than the originals, big enough for more room to grow.

Excitedly digging through the bag, Jimin found three more pairs of adorable overalls with pastel colors and pretty patterns that were appropriately sized for him now. He looked up at all of them with a wide eye smile and crossed the room to throw his arms around Taehyung first.

“Thank you,” Jimin whispered quietly into the alpha’s ear, falling in love with them all a little more each time they make him feel so cherished. He spread his love throughout the room, ending up doing a little fashion show once Namjoon suggested it.

They watched him change without a second thought in the middle of their living room, giving the pack a lovely showing of the omega’s velvety curves and rolls. Even though the new overalls were sized-up, Jimin’s round backside and plump belly were still on display for their viewing pleasure.

What Taehyung may not have mentioned to Jimin was the fact that he purchased a few more pairs than just the ones gifted that day. Realizing how important those black overalls were to their omega and how significant his appetite was, the pack determined that buying a pair of the next sizes up was necessary.

What Taehyung may not have mentioned to the entire pack was the fact that he also found maternity overalls in the same pattern and he may have added a few of those to the cart as well. Call it wishful thinking, but he saw pups in their future and even if there weren’t, Jimin’s belly was on its way to warranting the extra support anyway.

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jktummies · 2 years

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PUMP THE GAS ⛽️

by: @bulletproofscales

@jktummies

Tw: slob, abo, feminization of genitalia, smut

Ao3 link: https:// archiveofourown.org/works/39505950

Namjoon had always been a fan of the outdoors. Ever since he was a pup his dream had been to travel the world on his own, exploring the vast expanse of the world and all its habitats. And that's exactly what his gap year was going to be for.

He wasn’t going to be stopped by baseless stereotypes about his subgender, the omega knew everything he had to know before leaving. Freshly out of college, Namjoon made it so all his graduation gifts were slowly completing the equipment he would need for his long trip.

Many of his relatives had been skeptical, if not downright worried. Even his friends, concerned about what could happen to an omega all alone in a foreign country, unmated. Namjoon didn't see what all the fuss was about. Yes he hated to see his mother worry so much, but he'd be fine. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity before he would be whisked away on arranged dates with alphas who his parents had set him up with. This was his last chance of freedom before, Namjoon tries not to shudder….. marriage and pups.

So with a big grin he kissed his mother and father goodbye as he left. His friends still gave him worried looks as they drove him to the airport, but Namjoon could care less. Instead, he adjusted his luggage, preening at what his savings got him. He didn't want to lug around much, so all his preparation and saving was to purchase a big travel bag where all his spare clothes and necessities could be stored without too much hassle.

To say Namjoon was excited was an understatement. He was fucking exstatic!! This was his dream and as he boarded his first plane he couldn't help but be thrilled for what was to come. Yes he was an omega alone, an unmated omega to be exact but he wasn't helpless. No, Namjoon had taken protective martial arts classes so he’d be ready if a scumbag tried to pull anything. Also Namjoon is smart as hell if he does say so himself, he’s going to be ok much to his family's dismay, but honestly? he thought, what could go wrong?

Everything went wrong.

This is not what he imagined at all.

He wouldn't be able to say, exactly, at what point in these two weeks did it all go to shit.

It all seemed to be going so well… Namjoon naively wastes his money away, and when he realizes he can’t possibly afford a hotel room anymore, he is met with the even scarier realization that he doesn’t know how to possibly build that new tent that he has been carrying since he left his house.

It was a straight downfall from there. He would rather not go into details, for his dignity’s sake.

But that's how he got himself here, walking in the middle of a deserted road. Recounting all of his life choices; specifically, the one where he decided that he would not be bringing his phone with him (to “connect further with nature”, he said).

He doesn’t know where he is anymore, though he can be sure that there is no civilization at least for the last few hours. He is dirty from sleeping on the dirt, sweaty from the constant walking under the sun, hungry, and sore. But his pride… It definitely hurts the most.

Namjoon doesn’t want to ask for help. He said he could do it, so he plans on doing it.

It had always been a running joke, how he seemed to have the hard-headedness of any other alpha. Maybe it was stubborn, but Namjoon wasn’t about to give his relatives and friends the satisfaction of knowing he barely lasted 2 weeks. Yet… the idea of taking another single step was uncomfortable.

There's the sound of a car coming towards the omega.

Asking strangers for help will be better than asking the people back home, he guesses.

His foot plants on the ground, and his arm extends with a thumbs up. A grin widens on his face at the prospect of hoping in and sitting down.

The car zooms past him, fast enough it pushes dirt into Namjoon’s eyes.

He wants to cry. Rubbing his eyes to get the dirt out he can feel the water works coming. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. He was supposed to be having the time of his life. Not stranded on the side of the road covered in mud

He can feel his mouth tremble as he starts to sob. Maybe he should be quiet, he doesn't want to attract killers, but he can’t. He’s just so done with this whole thing. Maybe he should’ve listened to his mom. Maybe he should’ve just listened to everyone and just stayed put and let himself be arranged with an alpha.

Through his sobs he can hear the sound of another car. Sounds big.

With a trembling breath Namjoon tries again as the car lights shine on his teary, dirty face. He sticks out his thumb and hopes for the best.

Shock paints his face as the big truck comes to a halting stop a few feet in front of him. He didn’t think this would actually work.

Quickly he gathers his things and goes to stand in front of the passenger door. He waits until it pops open and the sight is something that has Namjoon gulping.

The scent hits his nose first before anything else, the stench of an alpha scent, undescribable to Namjoon given the much stronger smell of sweat and oil. His eyes widened as he saw the driver.

A fat man, whose thick thighs had to spread to make room for the belly sagging in between them. Stomach nearly touches the wheel, and Namjoon can only guess the seat of the truck is as far back as it can possibly go; just from seeing this stranger’s profile and seeing how absolutely wide he is.

“Are you okay?” It's only when he speaks that Namjoon reminds himself that this stranger has a face that he should definitely be looking at. Round cheeks battling for space with plump cheeks. Eyes seemingly worried when he asks.

Namjoon takes a chance to look around the car, fast food wraps and glasses scattered all over, the stench, the sight of this man. The omega always convinced himself he wasn’t one to judge but… He is definitely hesitant.

Though, does Namjoon have any right to be picky in the state that he is in?

He bites his lip, shaking his head. No he isn’t okay.

The alpha clicks his tongue leaning to his side, fat arm stretching towards Namjoon for him to grab and hop on. And he doesn’t hesitate this time, taking his hand in the alpha’s chubbier one as he is pulled up into the truck along with all his stuff.

Namjoon closes the door behind him and takes the passenger seat, taking time to notice how the alpha seems to huff at the extension of helping him up. Or how the smell is even more concentrated, the oil from all the food, the sweat despite the air conditioning being on, the scent from the stranger, saturated in a way that makes Namjoon’s instincts tense.

It's weird… He never had the typical body for an omega, always having been too tall, too broad. It didn’t bother him… But Namjoon never thought the sight of an alpha in the opposite situation to him would be so arousing.

He can’t think straight. The scent of all this junk is getting to him. He gulps as takes another look at the alpha.

It’s disgusting really. At least it should be. The alpha doesn't seem to notice Namjoon’s gaze as he scratches at the peak where his shirt seems to be stuck at the dome of his stomach; the action makes it jiggle. He then proceeds to lift his arm and scratch at his pits. The alpha raises his fingers to nose, scrunching at the smell.

Namjoon can just imagine how bad they smell. He wonders how long it has been since this dude showered. His gaze breaks at the sound of the alphas' voice.

“What’s your name, little one?”

Namjoon scoffs, he’s not little, but maybe he is compared to this guy.

“Namjoon.”

The alpha nods, the same hand that had just scratched at his armpits, the same arm, reaches for a bag of chips sitting in between Namjoon and him, and brings a handful of them up to his lips. The omega feels his stomach twist, and he can’t identify if it's disgust or arousal. “You?” He asks, in an attempt at politeness, the alpha did pick him up after all.

“Seokjin.” He says with a full mouth. You would think if he was to continue talking, he’d stop eating. But his hand reaches again, leaving a trail of crumbs as the handful reaches his lips, even more so as he starts to chew and speak at the same time. “Dunno where you're heading but I’m going north. Next city should be close!” He says cheerfully; as if completely unaware of how much of a slob he is.

Namjoon guesses, you spend a lot of time alone in this line of work. He wonders if this Seokjin guy was normal before, maybe even skinny. And as he became a driver he slowly became this piggish man.

He doesn’t know how long it's been when he realizes he has to answer something. “Thank you.” His lips spread into a polite smile. It shouldn’t be embarassing, Namjoon shouldn’t reserve himself or try to make an impression on this slob. But he can’t help it. “I don’t entirely know… where I’ll go, though.” He chuckles a bit.

“You got lost? All the way here??” The shock is evident in his voice, and the way his oily lips part widened; the corners of it slightly tinted probably form other snacks he had along the way, Namjoon could find them if he looked around the disgusting truck for long enough. His surprise is just another proof of the absurdity of Namjoon’s situation.

He’d worry about his scent smelling like humiliation. But he doubts that it would be noticeable in the stench of this place.

He doubts anything but the stench of alpha mixed with sweat and- “URRRRP”

Namjoon freezes, slowly he turns his head to look at the driver who seems to have his eyes closed and fist to his flabby chest.

“Sorry about that but I just gotta let the gas out or else I’d be uncomfortable the whole ride.”

Namjoon’s about to say how it’s fine since he literally has no choice to be picky right now but he’s interrupted once again by a big belch.

“So why are you lost again? Not to be that type of person but an omega-“ he stops himself to reach for another handful of chips. “An omega like you shouldn’t be out here alone. Lots of- URP sorry… lots of dangerous critters out here that can hurt you.”

Namjoon rolls his eyes. He’s tired of all these warnings and hassle from people just for him to still end up lost and stuck with a guy who can’t even control his gas or fit in his seat since his stomach is legit touching the steering wheel.

“I think I would’ve been just fine thank you” he sneers.

“That doesn’t answer my question…” The alpha smiles entertained, and Namjoon hates the idea of this slob being amused by him. Hates even more how that idea makes heat coil in his stomach in arousal. Still, he is too proud for that.

“Well for all I know, you could be one of those many ‘dangerous critters’ you mentioned.” Maybe he shouldn’t be rude to the person that literally saved his ass, but he can’t help side-eyeing him with judgeful eyes as the alpha dusted off (or at least tried to dust off) the remains of chips clinging to his double chin.

The alpha shrugs unaffected. He reaches for the cup of soda, bigger than Namjoon's head, taking a long sip. Namjoon sees the way the alpha’s cheeks puff out with gas before letting it out, breathy in a way that sounds like even burping is a bit of an effort for this man. Or more like, an effort for his clothes with the way they distended with every breath he took. “You are free to get off if you want. I got bigger fish to fry.”

Somehow… Namjoon doesn’t have a hard time believing that.

The omega looks around the truck. “Like driving alone in here?” He has to hold back from calling this place a disgusting concentrated junk yard.

Still Namjoon decides that insulting the big man won't get him anywhere. Instead he sighs shrugging back into his seat as he buckles the seat belt.

He looks over to see the man trying to face him but his chins bunch up instead as well as his cheeks as he forms a smirk.

“Good call” The alpha moves to change the gear(shift thing lol) but instead he pauses as his fat hand hovers over it.

Namjoon watches as the alpha's eyes close and his hand goes back to his stomach. His teeth move to bite his lip as he seems to lift up his butt and before Namjoon registers what’s happening… it happens.

He can’t tell what hits him first, the smell or the sound that it came with followed by the gigantic thud and movement of the man’s jiggly body as he sat his weight back down.

“Sorry like I said I got to get it all out” he smiles as he finally changes the gear and soon enough they’re moving slowly but moving.

Namjoon feels himself tense up. A familiar heat pools around his stomach as he widens.

What was that?

He swallows thickly, clearing his throat afterwards; as he settles trying to relax into the passenger seat. It's fine, anyone would tense being with someone that's so… comfortable, with this kind of thing. It's fine.

It will be a long ride, he just has to focus on keeping the snarky remarks to himself, and be nice to the kind stranger who picked him up. Get off in the nearest town with a train station, and...figure the rest from there. Easy.

The fat alpha doesn’t even look aware that he is there, quietly driving as he goes back to taking sips of his soda. As if that wasn’t the one thing making him fart in front of a complete stranger. Namjoon reckons he must be far too much of a glutton for that; for shame.

This time, Seokjin doesn’t even attempt to raise his fat ass off the seat. Giving Namjoon no warning before his lap vibrates with the muffled, but very audible, sound of a fart. Strong enough it makes his lard-filled body ripple.

And before he can hide his reaction, that heat is twisting again in his gut. Making Namjoon’s thighs tense and lips sealed; just fast enough so the noise that was about to come out of this throat is shut out; or at least muffled. What the fuck?

His own hand sneaks slowly on top of his scent gland, subtly. Coughing again, louder this time just to try and cover the little whimper he had to muffle out.

Seokjin’s fat neck is twisting again. “You alright? Maybe you should drink some.” He offers, fat hand lifting that same large cup. The same one pushing all that gas into the alpha’s body; the same gas causing this irrational reaction in Namjoon’s insides.

He manages to smile, for the sake of his dignity and the niceness of the man. “I’m fine, thanks.” He reassures, even though it feels like he is suffocating on that smell. And very much feeling the anxiety that soon it will be Namjoon’s smell filling the truck.

Seokjin shrugs, his fat bunching, “if you say so.”

It’s as if he knows. He knows that Namjoon likes his release of gas because it seems to be non stop. He must have noticed how Namjoon squirms. How his scent will soon take over the reek the alpha is causing.

It’s too much. Too much shame. Too much humiliation. Namjoon is classy, poised, he’s god damn elegant to be so turned on at this disgusting slob that calls himself an alpha that he snaps!

He growls, catching Seokjin's attention before he spits out, “don’t you have an ounce of shame! How can you call yourself an alpha when you are a fat slob!”

Immediately he stills. Fuck! He’s an idiot! He didn’t mean to, especially when it could cost him his only chance of a ride.

He notices how the trailer has been slowing down. It’s pulling over as it comes to a stop at the side of the highway.

Namjoon can only imagine the worst. Curse him and his big mouth. Now he’s gonna be kicked out and be left alone again. He should’ve just let it be!

The silence seems to stretch. It’s deafening. Namjoon works up the courage to glance over at the alpha.

He immediately regrets it.

Seokjin is smiling at him.

“And what if I am?” His tone manages to be sweet despite Namjoon's burst. Though his head tilts to the side gently. “Do you have anything to say about that?” It's not aggressive, it's still tooth-rottingly sweet.

It's condescending, it's what it is.

And it shouldn’t sound as authoritative as Namjoon feels like it is.But he swallowed thickly trying to figure out what the fuck to say.

“Its-Its gross.” He manages to respond; focusing mostly on keeping his eyes staring at the alpha and not quivering away. It's ridiculous how such a pig could make him feel so intimidated this suddenly, stare hardened and unreadable with a raised eyebrow. He feels humiliated that this whole situation is just getting a reaction out of him.

“It doesn’t smell like you mind.” For the first time, it's like his tone lowers a bit, and Namjoon doesn’t know if his mind is fully deluding him, or if he smells a hint of something over the stench of omegan arousal and gas in the truck.

“Well I do! It’s disgusting!” Namjoon knows he doesn’t sound convincing, especially as he quivers trying to not whimper at the state the alpha gives him.

Seokjin's smile turns into a smirk as he simply hums. He’s still staring, his eyes glance down to Namjoon's lips before he shrugs and turns back to the road. “It’s getting pretty late, I’ll pull over to a motel and in the morning we can separate then since I’m too much of a slob to ride with.”

Seokjin turns to him again with that shit eating grin.

“That alright with you, omega?”

Namjoon wants to growl at the way he says his rank. He wants to scream because he likes it. Why does he like seokjin's displays?

Why is he liking this fat fucking pig?

“Yes, that arrangement is perfect.”

It takes a minute for the truck to get going once again and it feels like forever until they find a stop. Until then, Namjoon had busied himself staring out the window, muscular thighs pressed tightly closed as he focused exclusively on the sun setting on the horizon. He had to force himself to, the scent was already making him delirious enough for him to even look at the alpha. Which… Namjoon was embarrassed to admit, had also started to affect him.

“Well, we’re here.” Seokjin announces parking the truck in front of what looks like… a uhm… quaint motel. As disgusting and uncomfortable looking as the entirety of Namjoon’s journey here.

But still, it doesn't make the omega any more thrilled about his situation.

“Perfect.” He says as he begins to climb off the truck, reaching for his bags once he is down.

“Need me to help with that?” Seokjin offers, and Namjoon can’t help but look up at him, giving him an up and down look. This fat hog has trouble carrying himself around, let alone Namjoon’s bags. It's so satisfying when a smile spreads on the omega’s lips and he gets to say.

“I got it, thank you.” As he lifts them up with ease. That same deep warmth on his navel spread again at the humiliation he knew he had made that alpha feel. He clenches his jaw, it would be ideal if he stopped feeling these sudden bursts of arousal from this poor excuse of an alpha.

And it doesn’t help that when Seokjin manages to step down from the tall truck, huffing and leaning his full weight against it, Namjoon smells a hint of something sweeter on the alpha’s scent.

Whatever, Namjoon just wants to book himself a room, and forget this encounter ever happened. Seokjin’s wheezing breaths echoing behind the omega as he strides into the motel.

“There's only one room available.” The uninterested teenager working at the register tells them.

Namjoon rolls his eyes. This would be his fucking luck…

“Please are you sure?!”

The teenager gives the omega a glare. “I just said only one available. Is there a problem?”

Namjoon wants to scream. He’s about to speak when the heavy breathing alpha behind him interrupts him. “Will take the one room, thank you.'' Though he said it politely Namjoon can see how the teenager takes his eyes on Seokjin's massive frame with judgment.

His eyes go wide as he stares at Seokjin’s full side profiles. Namjon can't help but think how much bigger he looks standing. The way his big stomach has his back arching leading down to a wide, fat ass that looks stuffed in those jeans. His shirt exposes a sliver of his hanging fat barely contained by his clearly pit stained and grease covered gray shirt. How the fat on his face adds to his puffiness.

Disgusting. (sure it is joonie)

He hates how seeing the man struggle to walk to their dorm makes him feel something. What he hates even more is when he opens the door to the room and there lies one bed. He turns to look at the alpha only to see Seokjin having no reaction and taking the key from the worker with a smile.

“You look quite pleased with this arrangement.” He says accusingly once it's just them two in the small room. It's so small, the bed barely big enough for two normal-sized people. No couch, not even a desk chair in sight. The rug a suspicious greyish color… Namjoon doesn’t think it was originally that shade.

He is not sleeping on the floor.

“I’m used to sleeping in the truck occasionally, so I don’t mind being cramped.” He waddles further into the room, and the omega is grateful if they're on the first floor. He is sure they would be getting noise complaints from the heavy stomps of his waddling. He kicks off his shoes, Namjoon can’t help but wonder what the aftermath will be when he tries to put them back on next morning

“Though you are free to sleep someplace else.” He adds and the omega widens, mouth opening, about to argue against him. But Seokjin turns, fat neck forming rolls along the side. “Since I’m the one paying for this room.”

Namjoon fell silent at that. The alpha is right.

That doesn’t stop him from crossing his arms over his muscled chest. “I’ll stay here too I guess…”

Seokjin smiles again. “Good, I’ll be ordering dinner soon.” He doesn’t bother turning away from Namjoon as his fat arms try to reach underneath his belly, seemingly undoing a belt (His belly is so big Namjoon didn’t even know he had one on). His face scrunched up in concentration, and the omega can only imagine what it must be like for him to reach anything below his belly button.

It's best if he’d stop staring, now.

Even as he tries to busy himself with his luggage, looking for toiletries, skimming for his empty wallet, the rustling and huffing he hears behind him is impossible to ignore. And it's doing nothing for Namjoon’s imagination. But eventually he got used to it, for the excessively long period of time it took for Seokjin to...undress? Namjoon doesn’t know what he was doing.

However, it took him by surprise when there was a loud, concerning creak from behind him. Making the omega turn as he saw him.

Seokjin’s wide frame as he sat down, only his white stained shirt and underwear as the poor mattress dipped under him. Namjoon could see his back sweat making the shirt cling to all of the rolls stacked on his back; he can only imagine what it's like after hours of sitting against the leather seat of the truck. The omega and see how his wide fattened shoulders rose and fell, constantly out of breath even from these simple motions. It seemed like he was building up for something, regaining his energy.

Is he going to try and stand up again?

No. When the alpha starts moving again, it's with his hands at either side of himself, trying to lean his weight further into the bed. Huffing as he tried to make more room for his tree trunk leg to rise high enough to lay on the mattress; belly getting in the way. Namjoon notices, and Seokjin seems to notice too, as one of his fat hands reaches for his overhang trying to hold it back from spilling onto his lap as he slowly rises one leg and then the other.

The omega can see his face now, red, shiny with sweat, plump lips parted as he breathes heavily. Hands going back to sink into the bed as he grunts trying to push his body back against the headrest of the bed. Mass jiggling violently with each lazy and pathetic attempt, t-shirt rising up his blubber love handles and overhang, sinking in between the sweaty rolls on his sides.

Namjoon couldn’t keep his eyes off him, the sight of the man struggling making him feel like he should offer his help, yet… the spectacle was too good to interrupt.

It takes a few tries, but Seokjin sighs breathless against the headrest, fully sitting up on the bed. Chest rising and falling rapidly, sweat stains looking renewed on his armpits, under his sagged chests. In one last burst of energy, his lard-stuffed arm reaches for the nightstand beside him, grabbing his phone as his hands settle on the shelf of his belly.

Not even acknowledging the whole sequence that just happened. Namjoon guesses, with horror, that this must be a common occurrence.

“I’m going to order dinner, is there something you want? His voice casual even if completely agitated.

“N-no I’m fine!” Of course that’s when namjoon’s tummy decided to growl that he indeed was starving.

Seokjin looked unimpressed, his many chins adding to the stoic look. He rolled his eyes and began to dial.

Namjoon thinks Seokjin is trying to feed a whole country with how much he’s ordering. It’s platter after platter after platter. He can’t hide his look of shock as Seokjin finally starts to finish his order with dessert.

“Alright. Thank you”

He hangs up the phone and looks back at Namjoon. “Any channel preferences?”

This is gonna be a long night Namjoon knows this is a fact so why not at least enjoy something he likes.

“Yeah um-“

“Here.” Seokjin cuts him off as he tries to hand the remote. His whole arm outstretched showing its pillowy shape as it all hangs. Namjoon touches the chubby fingers briefly before mumbling a quiet thank you and sitting on the edge of the bed not that there’s any room.

It’s a bit nerdy he knows and Seokjin would probably want to change it as soon as he realizes but this brings comfort to Namjoon.

“The national geographic channel? Seriously?”

Namjoon groans as he watched the dolphins on tv,” you asked me what I wanted to watch on this is it. You can change it since you’re paying.”

The omega watches as the alpha seems to think it over his hand rubbing at the top of his stomach in thought. He watches as his breaths come out harsh causing them to be a bit labored just by sitting.

“No, it's been a while since I got informed.”

They sit there for a while watching how dolphins bully schools of fish.

“Damn dolphins are fucking jerks”

This makes the omega laugh. He smiles wide as he looks back at the alpha who still rubs his giant stomach. “I know! Yet everyone thinks they’re so cute when in fact they’re big bullies!”

Seokjin chuckles, “never took you for such a smartie. A smart ass yes, but not someone who enjoys this.”

Namjoon hums as he rolls his eyes, “I would watch this with my mom she loves it and so do I. It brings me comfort.”

The alpha hums in an acknowledgement and it continues like this. The back and forth banter as they make jokes about the animals on screen or how incredulous something is.

“So they just fall?!” Seokjin almost yells about the walrus on screen

“Yeah no room buddy”

“Omg that’s terrible!”

Namjoon never thought he could laugh this much with the alpha. It almost doesn’t seem real until the knock for room service gets here, Bursting their bubble.

Seokjin’s plump lips are beginning to open, but Namjoon beats him to it; already knowing what he was going to ask. “I’ll get it.”

His smile makes his face look impossibly rounder, Namjoon thinks. “Thank you.”

The man is carrying a cart, with all the different trays on it. For a cheap motel in the middle of nowhere, Namjoon is kinda surprised they could get all this food this fast; or how delicious it smells as well. He eyed all the trays and looked back up to the guy with a guilty smile.

“Can I borrow this?” He is using that tone of his voice he puts on when he needs a favor. Namjoon likes to call it his ‘omega charms’, even though he knows if it weren’t for his scent most could mistake him for anything but an omega. He nods and Namjoon happily pushes the cart inside the room, sparing him from having to make an insane amount of trips back and forth, even if it's a heavy push; he can handle it.

Inside the dim but warm lit room, Seokjin is still staring at the TV, expression horrified as they continue to show clips of the walruses falling off into the sea. Namjoon walks in front of him with an amused smile.

“You know, you’re kinda like them in this tiny little bed.” He comments, and for the first time, venom isn’t pouring out of his voice. As he pushes the cart directly next to where Seokjin is on the bed. Namjoon didn’t ask for any food so…

The alpha’s attention is definitely not on the TV anymore as his food approaches him, grunting as he sits up a bit more and starts reaching for the plates. He eyes Namjoon, before his eyes are back on the food. “Good luck trying to push me off the bed.”

He has a point.

Namjoon hasn’t even made it to the bed before he starts hearing the distinct eating noises. The omega tries to lay on the bed with a distance as respectful as the tiny bed allows. But it's hard, he didn’t even consider the constant dent that Seokjin is making with his weight, pulling the omega closer. Seokjin notices him eyeing the food.

“You can’t get away with being a smartass and stubborn too.” He isn’t looking at Namjoon at first, and the tone sounds quite unimpressed. Though Seokjin’s expression is soft when he turns his head. “Please eat something.”

The omega is a little surprised when he hears the gentle tone of his voice, pleading almost. Food is covering almost all of the scents in the room, but he notices a hint of worry coming off him.

Ah, even alphas who are pigs like him get the instinct to provide.

Namjoon can’t decide if he is infuriated by that or endeared.

So being the good omega that he is, he takes a plate. It’s chicken and pasta and for being a small hotel in the middle of nowhere it doesn't look that bad. Then again Namjoon has been living off ramen for the past month of his supposed luxurious vacation.So it comes as a surprise when he instantly moans at the first bite.

He doesn’t realize how he picks up his pace shoving down food until he hears a laugh. He looks over to see the alpha grinning while looking at him.

Namjoon notes how his big smile cause his cheeks to bunch.

He must look like a fool right now with pasta sauce all over, not that Seokjin looks better with grease surrounding his face and crumbs in his chins. Not to mention the stains he’s already spilled in what is supposed to be a shirt but looks like a bra at this point.

“What?” He asks, seeing as the alpha is staring at him.

“Nothing, it’s just you’re cute when you eat.” The alpha shrugs continue to gobble his food not realizing that Namjoon is dumbfounded.

Being an un standard like omega, he’s never really received compliments like most of his rank do. He’s always been hard headed and well abrasive so being called cute… well that’s new.

It has heat spreading to his cheeks and he shifts because suddenly he feels a strong wave of heat that causes him to whimper.

Loudly.

Seokjin pauses again to look over. His mouth is clearly stuffed with food, but still he speaks. “Uh you ok?”

Namjoon nods, “yeah fine, just gotta use the bathroom.”

URP… “sure go ahead”

The omega rushes over unintentionally slamming the door. Ok Namjoon what was that! He doesn’t know where that came from or why he’s feeling hot all of sudden. It can’t be his heat because it is not supposed to be for another three weeks. And even so, hearts aren't supposed to come in an environment that his wolf didn’t feel safe in.

Was it Seokjin? The omega groans at his inner self. That pig was not attractive, nope!

His smile was nice… Nope, Namjoon is not attracted to that sad excuse of an alpha. No Namjoon likes his partners healthy at the very least not drowning in their own fat!

Whatever. He’s fine. Nothings wrong, it's just hot in here, that’s what it is.

Namjoon sighs as he walks out. The sight he sees makes him want to lick himself all over again.

The cart of food is wiped clean. Plates finished and practically sparkling with no crumb left behind and Seokjin omg.

The omega starred in complete awe, as he held the last plate close to his flabby chest. Inhaling messily what looked like a dessert. Chocolate cake, Namjoon guesses in the back of his mind. Guessing from the way the alpha’s fat hand grabbed handfuls of the humid batter and stuffed it into his mouth, silverware completely forgotten and lips stretching over his bite sizes, as he gorged like an animal.

It was the last dish on the cart, yet he was still eating like he was ravenous.

His belly sat on his lap, pressing against the mattress even, rounded out, distended from the feast. It looked impossibly bigger with each thick swallow of the cake.

And Namjoon could do nothing but stare, feeling that same warmth pooling around his navel helplessly. Completely stuck in place until he finishes, discarding the plate messily on top of the other clean ones. Leaning back on the bed groaning. His hand is ruining at his distained gut.

The hem of his shirt sunk into the fat right under his chest, it looked restrictive. Namjoon is close to offering help but… He wants to see what Seokjin does; wants to see if he can manage by himself first.

The sight does not disappoint.

Seokjin's fat fingers struggle to get under the tightly stretched hem. They have no alternative but to sink into the fat, despite his swollen belly. His face scrunches up in what Namjoon guesses is a mix of concentration and effort; cheeks growing gradually red as he starts tugging off the skin tight shirt upwards.

His body jiggles with each tug, saggy fattened chest bouncing as more and more of them are revealed. Looking more omega-like than Namjoon ever did. He sees the way his lard filled arms struggle to keep his elbows up as he tries to get the shirt out off his armpits.

The sound of heavy breathing filled the room, accompanied by the small creaks of the bed as the alpha shifted his mass trying to get it off. But despite all that Namjoon still manages to hear the small ripping sound. That seems to do the trick as Seokjin finally gets the shirt off, his face red and even a little sweaty. Exhausted he leans back onto the bed, rubbing and pushing at his big belly causing him to burp loudly with no shame.

For the first time, he notices Namjoon’s rude staring. Hands kneading his belly letting everything out.

URP- “there you-URP are. I was getting a- URP little worried.

Namjoon only smiles.”I think I'm gonna get ready for bed.”

Seokjin nods. “I’m thinking the same. That food did a number on me.” He speaks breathless as his huge body wobbles, leaning further down onto the bed. Namjoon sees the way his fat nearly presses against his neck as he does. Bed complaining in loud creaks.

Looks like it, he thinks to himself.

“I didn’t think some motel would have food this good.” The omega says instead.

“I know which places to stop by.” His eyes are closed but he has a confident smile rounding out his cheeks.

The heat is still there, simmering at Namjoon’s navel. But he ignores it, it was a weird day. No wonder his body is acting up. And rather focuses on laying down in whatever space the alpha has left for him on the bed.

“Thanks for picking me up, and paying for the room and everything.” Namjoon says, not sure if the alpha is still awake or not.

“Don’t mention it.” He mumbles out, the beginning of a food coma overtaking him. The omega focuses on doing the same, falling asleep easily.

He doesn't know how much time has passed when his body wakes him up. Hellish warmth making his body slick with sweat, clothes sticking to his muscled frame. He feels the way he is soaking through the sheets and into the mattress. But it's all an after thought for the desperation that starts clouding his brain.

Namjoon’s sweet scent floods the small room, his hands fisting the sheets as his hips begin to spasm, grinding pathetically into the air as he feels the distinct slick and stickiness between his thighs. His legs and crotch soaked entirely by it.

His eyes widened helplessly.

No, not here. Not now.

A shaky pained moan slips past his gritted teeth. Throwing his head back at the throbbing feeling of emptiness. His insides feel hollow with want.

His head snaps to his right, as if startled by his own noise. Or rather, checking Seokjin's reaction.

It doesn’t help when he sees the alpha is already staring at him, frown unreadable on his brow. Another desperate whine slips past his lips at the sight.

He squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head. No this is not happening this just a dream and-

Namjoon couldn’t even finish his thought as another heat wave left him withering and bucking his hips. He could be hallucinating but he swears over the stench of his own slick, the greasy meals and sweat, the omega smells a hint of something.

A hint of Seokjin. Of his arousal.

His mouth starts to open automatically, ready to beg. But he doesn’t get the chance, Seokjin presses a hand to his lips; Namjoon from an hour ago might have found it disgusting. But now his eyes roll at the thickness of the scent attached to Seokjin’s skin. His delirious moaning muffled. “You're in heat.” It's not a question but the omega nods anyways, desperation obvious and pathetic.

“Namjoon I’m not gonna touch you until you say you want this.” His face remains somehow stoic even when Namjoon feels like his body is burning from the inside out.

Seokjin's firm voice had him whimpering. And when the hand was finally released from Namjoon's lips, he tossed his head to the side too embarrassed to look at him. “I want it please alpha, I want it so bad.” As he pleaded, the weight of his damp clothes became suffocating. Shamelessly stripping off his pants and boxers, legs soaked in sweat and slick. The smell of it mouth watering.

All self control is abandoned. A finger was pushed into his hole and Namjoon moaned. Feeling Seokjin's fat sausage finger took up so much space in his ass, it felt like heaven. But it wasn’t what his instincts craved, not enough. His muscular body squirmed, desperate; contorting and twisting in need. “More please alpha, I can take it!”

A yelp is coaxed out of him with a slap against his ass. Seokjin’s heavy hand making the muscle sting with unexpected strength.

“You take what I give you, puppy. Woke me up to touch your slutty hole and now you want to run your mouth?”

Instead of one more finger, suddenly Namjoon’s feeling nothing at all. He’s about to whine and question but suddenly he can’t contain the scream he lets out as three lard fingers are being pushed in.

The omega couldn’t help but let his mouth fall open. He felt absolutely stuffed right now, the way the fingers moved against his walls had him clenching.

“Fuck pup you’re so fucking tight. It’s like your cunt was made for me.”

Namjoon moans at that. God if anything he probably had more dick than Seokjin.

“Please alpha I want- I want more”

“You think you're a ready puppy? You think you deserve my cock.”

“Please alpha, I need it!”

“You pathetic pup. Treating me like shit the entire day, and look at you now. Begging for me.” His voice is venomous, rejecting stirring Namjoon’s instincts into a headspace even more feral.

“I’ll be go-good!” The omega cries out. Pleading for Seokjin as his knuckles turn white from fisting the sheets. He forces his eyes to open, glassy with desperate tears, the alpha’s expression unmoving. Nearly snarling at Namjoon. Only Namjoon’s agitated breathing fills the room before he speaks again.

“Breed me, alpha.” He says through gritted teeth. Helplessly staring up at Seokjin; who pulls his fingers out of him dismissively.

He smells it before he sees it. The sudden spike in arousal in the air. Before Seokjin is rolling over his body. Muscular build being swallowed and crushed by the immense weight of the fattened alpha. Namjoon gasps for air, eyes widening at the overwhelming, suffocating, feeling. His long legs instinctively spreading, making room for Seokjin’s wide hips.

The fat arms at either side of his head tremble trying to lift his lard filled body up. Namjoon’s hands grip to his soft shoulders and help him up as well. The hell-like warmth of his body was in, only worsening with the sack of fat laying on top of him.

They manage somehow, the obese alpha kneeling between Namjoon’s spread legs, caging him in as they settle on Seokjin’s love handles. Warmth not entirely settled as a big portion of the alpha’s belly rests over Namjoon crotch and some of his own stomach; fat pooling deliciously. The clothed tent of his dick pressed against Namjoon, slick wettening his tight boxers.

It makes him delirious. His own body rocking into Seokjin’s cock, making his massive gut wobble with his movements. Humping it shamelessly and pathetic.

“Please alpha! I need it!”

Seokjin huffs, just by the shaking of his mass he’s out of breath. That makes Namjoon greedy. He wants to hear Seokjin puff more, and wants to hear gasping for air.

His hands grip at Seokjin’s hips gaining more friction for him to grind and god his gigantic stomach is literally swallowing up Namjoon. He can hardly see the omegas' lean body, just Namjoon's face that is currently showing how desperate he is for this pig's cock.

He feels more than he sees the way Seokjin shimmies out of his tight boxers. From the way his fat gut jiggles on top of him. Feeling the tip of the alpha’s cock making him gasp in desperation. Fattened hands hold his thighs in place to stop him from moving,

Namjoon’s vision goes white when he feels Seokjin’s dick slam at once. Everything in his body melts at the soothing fullness. He sees the way the alpha's expression contorts in pleasure, his jaw hanging low enough that his double chin pressed against his chest; chest heaving up and down with agitated breaths already.

A smile spreads across his face. “So that's what got you to- '' Huff “To stop complaining.”

Just seeing the alpha out of breath has namjoon whining. His hands move frantically clawing at Seokjin's huge stomach. gripping his rolls.

“Harder!”

Seokjin’s trying, he really is but…. It's been awhile. He usually doesn't do this much work but this omega has him acting so out of character. He just needs a fucking break. He’s sweating with this much exercise and it’s not like he can slow down or else the omega under him will just become a whiny thing again (not that he isn't already)

It’s getting a bit dizzy with how much movement his body is experiencing. It seems like Namjoon can tell especially with how its affecting him getting fucked. The omega groans in a frustrated manner, practically growling.

“Are you serious?” The words are laced with venoms and has Jin looking up to see the omega glaring at him.

If looks could kill jin would be ten feet under.

“Is that really how fast you can fuck? God, I don't feel anything!” The omega gives his gut a slap causing him to buck his hips.

“So fucking fat that you an Alpha cant satisfy an omega like me. How the fuck would you ever mate anyone!”

Namjoon is slipping out under the alphas gigantic stomach that this him pinned he grabs at seokjin's shoulders to throw him on the bed with power he didn't think the omega could have.

To say the bed creaks loudly is an understatemednt it almost fucking breaks on how namjoon threw him on. Jin’s eyes can only widen in shock as he tries to look for words at the sudden turn of events. But he can't seem to find them as the omega moves to straddle him.

“cant even find your cock in all this lard.”

“What--What are you-?” Seokjin can't even respond to the degrading words, the shock and sudden burst of a new kind of arousal making him even slower.

“What do you think I’m doing, dumbo?” The omega breathes out, agitated from the feverish heat. But it only makes him sound more frustrated. “Trying to find your pathetic little cock and fuck myself with it.”

His hand gropes the fat pad under Seokjin's belly, making him moan speechless. The omega’s soft fingers suddenly find the tip, leaking with precum and the remains of Namjoon’s slick; they rub against the slick, and Seokjin becomes delirious.

“Though… I might have overestimated your size.” For some painful seconds, it feels like Namjoon has all the time in the world; before he is taking a hold of the alpha’s hard dick, his fingers having to slip a little under his fat pad to get a good grip of it. One that is strong enough to make Seokjin’s fat hands reach for the omega’s muscular thighs.

He feels it, the way his ego hurts a little from the humiliation of this omega. Seokjin was never known to be one of the most macho alphas, yet he still tried in his hazy mind to find some comeback, to shut Namjoon up.

To prove him wrong.

But he doesn’t get the chance, as the omega aligns himself with his dick and sinks into it with ease. Not giving Seokjin time to properly moan, he starts to bounce desperately on his knot. Namjoon’s hands sinking onto the dome of his stomach, groping it as leverage to fuck himself. Sending Seokjin's body wobbles from the movement.

Only then, do the omega’s noises become pleasured. Wailing not out of frustration but out of satisfaction.

“S-such a p--pig. Can’t even--Can’t even fuck an omega willing to beg for you.” He grunts out, letting his strong hands shake Seokjin’s stomach too strongly to be loving.

Jin is huffing. His cheeks are red not from the amount of movement but from Namjoon’s heated words.

“I’m– I’m not a” huff “p–pig”. It’s so hard to speak with the way his cock feels along Namjoon's tight walls. The way the omegas slick was dripping down his thighs, how it began to froth from his fast bouncing. He tried peaking over his chins to see more but suddenly the omegas hand was gripping his face making him look straight into his eyes

Namjoon stopped his movements, and pinched the alphas cheeks together making them squish his fat face even more. Plump lips jutting out more. He was panting.

“You’re not a pig?”

Seokjin could only shake his head as Namjoon's grip got tighter.

“Then what’s all this”

Namjoon made a little figure eight with his hips causing Seokjin’s mass to wobble and for the alpha to groan. “If you’re not a p-pig then how does this explain all this lard?”

Another swivel. “Fuck- not a pig huh?”

Suddenly Namjoons back to his bouncing. Seokjin can't stop groaning as the omega is back to the almost desperate pace.

“ Shit! n-not an alpha, not a p-pig, w-what a-are you t-then?”

The alpha was in a haze that all that left his mouth was “hog”

“Couldn’t hear you sweetheart.”

“I'm a hog!” he cried as Namjoon tightened around his member.

Nmajoon smirked. “That's right, a useless hog that calls himself alpha.”

“f-fuck, I’m close. Joon please!”

“Of course you are, bet this is the first time you’ve had an omega in years…” He says through gritted teeth, the omega’s jaw tight trying to keep his voice from shaking. His hips slowing down tantalizingly, making Seokjin groan. “Pathetic fatty alpha doesn't—doesn’t know how to last.”

The slow pace of his hips doesn’t last, his own instincts craving for more. The omega’s muscular thighs flex, bouncing on Seokjin’s dick strongly enough that the alpha’s body ripples.

Namjoon’s big hands are sprawled on the fat belly, feeling the way it jiggles under his fingertips. Pushing his hands to sink into the lard. To grope the alpha’s bloat. His voice becoming harsher with desperate moans, huffing aggitated as he tries to hawl his weight off the bed to fuck up into the omega.

“G–Gonna–Gonna fill you u–up” He argues back but it barely sounds convincing.

The omega folds over, letting his own sweaty feverish torso press against Seokjin’s. They’re faces close together as he drunkenly glares at the alpha.

“I don't think you can.” His voice is venomous, the hump of his hips even faster in this position, holding the alpha down like he is nothing more than Namjoon’s toy.

It’s odd the way the sex is rough but now with the way seokjin is looking at him the omega can’t help but cup his fat face and shove his tounge right in the alphas mouth. An immediate moan came as seokjin tried to breathe and kiss the omega back.

“J-joon spit in my mouth, Please!”

The omega grins fingers are going to bunch up the alphas plump cheeks squishing them for his mouth to be forced open. The way seokjin eyes are wide, hazed by lust. His face is practically drowning in his fat. He can't help but smirk as he spits right into Seokjin's mouth and the alphas eye roll backwards.

Namjoon is about to say something. But when Seokjin's eyes come back, he sees something else, something glint. Suddenly he’s flipped. The alpha is pushing down his face as his big stomach rests on his back, practically crushing him.

“What a disobedient slut. An omega who thought he could control an alpha” at those words a harsh thrust is delivered and Namjoon whimpers. The Pressure that's holding him under and the pace seokjin is going it’s too much.

“alpha please!”

“Are you a serious joon? you think you can degrade me and expect to be rewarded, that's not how it works. Whores like you pleasure alphas first then I might let you come. You’re just a belly rest right now omega.

Namjoon moans, breath stuttering at the alphas weight.

“fuck so tight. Such a tight thing for me to fuck”

“c-close, seok…”

He can't even finish his sentence as Seokjin leans to grab at the headboard, his entire stomach now covering and pressing joon into the mattress.

“I didn't say you could speak. Fuck- I’m gonna-”

At that seokjin seems to stutter, movements faltering as his grip on the omegas waist tightens enough to leave bruises.

With a final thrust he doubles over emptying himself inside and actually squashing the omega underneath.

The feeling of all that weight has Namjoon whimpering as the head of his cock seems to get friction with sheets underneath. The crushing weight and friction have him twitching as he cums and dirties the bed

They may be panting for a while until finally Namjoon can’t take the weight anymore and manages to raise an arm to smack thelarge alpha off of him.

The alpha plops on the side with a loud thud and creak of the bed, practically bouncing Namjoon off with the landing.

Lucidity follows, as he hears Seokjin catch his break and Namjoon realizes what he’s done. The want satisfied at least at the warmth spreading across his navel. Vastly different from the hellish heat that plagued him before. Seokjin’s knot soothing in the best way, as he turns to the fat man; who seems only now to have suffered the consequences of his physical exertion. And smiles lazily.

“I might’ve underestimated you.” It catches Seokjin’s attention just how he wants, right now having the alpha’s eyes on him is all he could really yearn for. Just his gaze making him grin, giddy in the post-orgasm haze his mind seems to be in. “Think we can stretch our stay here until your next stop?” There it is again, that same lighter tone that he usually forces to get what he wants. But it's not coming forced to him at all now.

He feels the bed dip and he sees Seokjin roll over to face him, still breathing through his mouth. “One knot and you’re already talking about ‘we’?” There's only harmless amusement to his tone, throwing a heavy arm over Namjon’s waist. “I can stay for the rest of your heat. When you’re back to normal we’ll see where else we go.”

Where else they go, a tired smile spreads across Namjoon’s face at the idea of that. Inner omega settled under the warmth of Soekjin’s arm, the softness and dampness of his belly pressed to his torso. And the promise of his disastrous trip finally getting better.

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