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And… there.
Makoto set the last plate of food on the table and then stood back, admiring her work. She’d never considered herself much of a cook before, but even she could admit that this was a feast fit for royalty — rice, vegetables, meat… Maybe she and Haru ought to throw a little party sometime, invite their friends over, and she could cook for them. It was certainly enough to feed a couple of people.
But no. Not tonight. This was all for one beautiful girl.
“Haru, sweetheart,” Makoto called, “it’s ready.”
A hum came from across the apartment. “Bring it here.”
“It’ll be a few trips.”
“That’s okay.”
Makoto nodded and loaded up her arms with four plates of food. She teetered a little, but caught herself before anything could fall; how on earth did waitresses make this look so easy? At least it was a short walk from the kitchen to the bedroom. She walked slowly, precisely, careful to keep everything balanced. When she reached the doorway, she saw Haru sitting there in her low-neck sweater and short skirt on the edge of the bed, and she felt a rush of blood through her body that almost made her lose her balance.
Fuck, she was beautiful. And she’d be beautiful as she ate, too.
“Here,” Makoto said, and she put the plates on the table they’d set up in the middle of the room. “I’ll go get the rest…”
“Mako-chan?”
Makoto turned and looked at Haru over her shoulder. “Hm?”
Haru smiled and kicked her feet. “I love you.”
Makoto’s face turned as red as the tomatoes on the table. She smiled softly and looked at the floor, then back up at Haru.
“I love you too,” she said. “Let me go get the rest of your dinner, okay?”
“Okay.” Haru blew a kiss and giggled, her cheeks pink like the peaches Makoto had prepared for dessert.
Makoto headed back to the kitchen and got the rest of the plates, three of them. She grabbed a bottle of water as well — had to make sure her beloved stayed hydrated, after all — and walked, a bit more quickly this time, back to the bedroom.
“Okay…” She set the plates down and put the water bottle closest to Haru, so she could reach for it any time she needed it. Makoto then grabbed the chair she’d put in the room earlier and sat down, scooting forward so she and Haru were facing each other, almost knee-to-knee.
“This looks so good, Mako-chan…” Haru said. She looked over the plates with bright eyes and wiggled excitedly where she sat. “Where am I supposed to start?”
“Do you want me to choose for you?”
“Hm… No.” Haru shook her head, and Makoto obediently sat back. “I think I’ll start with… Some of that rice, please, dear.”
Makoto nodded and reached out with her spoon. She scooped up some of the rice and then, turning back to Haru, held out her hand.
“Ready, beautiful?” she asked.
Haru nodded. “Ready.”
Makoto offered a little smile. “Let’s see how much you can take, then.”
With that, Haru took the first bite of the seven-plate feast before her.
The rice was a plain way to start out, sure, but it was, hopefully, a sign of things to come. Makoto had taken great pains to make sure it was cooked perfectly and that it was seasoned just enough, and judging by the hum of pleasure Haru let out, she had hit the mark.
“That’s good,” Haru murmured once she swallowed. “More.”
“Yes,” Makoto said, and she loaded up the spoon.
Haru took another bite. Her lips closed around the spoon and pulled back, savoring each second as she slowly chewed and swallowed the rice. Makoto could smell all the food’s aromas mixing together, forming one symphony of scents, and Haru took in a deep breath, suggesting she, too, was interested in the smell.
“Mm…” Haru murmured. “Some of the pork next.”
The pork required chopsticks. Makoto put the spoon down, swapping it out for chopsticks, and grabbed some of the pork. She held it up to Haru’s mouth, and Haru bit down, a bit of her saliva glossing the end of the chopsticks as she pulled back to chew.
Makoto heard Haru’s stomach growl. She must really be hungry.
“Cabbage,” Haru said. “And pork. Both at the same time.”
“Uh-huh,” Makoto murmured, and she picked up some cabbage and pork before turning to feed it to her lovely, lovely girlfriend.
God, the way Haru moved when she was eating was so cute. She really seemed to savor every bite, like she was thoroughly enjoying every bit of the experience. It made Makoto feel a bit proud of her cooking, how Haru was clearly loving every morsel. She bit her lower lip and just admired her for a moment, admiring the way she ate, the way her jaw moved, the way her neck and collarbones moved as she swallowed.
“You’re so cute when you eat,” Makoto whispered. The words brought a blush to Haru’s face, though that also might have been the heat of the pork.
“...More rice,” Haru said, and Makoto obliged.
The amount of food on the plates slowly but steadily decreased. Bread, vegetables, gyoza… Everything was going into Haru’s mouth, and she showed no sign of stopping. She chose each bite deliberately, utterly in control of her every move, and it was enough to make Makoto melt. Getting to see exactly where her cooking went and how much it was enjoyed… fuck, it made her weak.
Haru was about halfway done when she started to shift around. Her eyes were softening, soft like the center of her stomach, and it was becoming clear to Makoto that they were entering a new phase of their dinner, the phase when Haru would start to get a bit less demanding and more needy. She’d had so much at this point, a quick look at the plates could tell one that; the dessert was the only thing that had been left untouched, since she always loved to save that for last. The rest of the feast was half-depleted, but there was still plenty of food left, plenty to fill Haru up.
“What next?” Makoto asked once Haru was finished with a bite of gyoza.
“...Anything.”
“Anything?”
“Whatever you think is best.” Haru let out a soft noise. “It all tastes so good, I can’t choose…”
Makoto hummed, then grabbed some rice and held it up to Haru’s mouth. She tapped Haru’s lower lip with it, and Haru obligingly opened her mouth to take a bite.
God, her skirt looked so tight, her sweater not nearly as loose as it had been when she bought it. When had that happened? Was that all because of Makoto’s cooking?
Fuck, she was so gorgeous. The roundness of her face, the way her chest rested on her stomach, it was all so beautiful. Makoto bit her lip, then decided in silence to make a request of her own.
“Before I give you any more,” she said, “can you take your sweater off?”
“Mmm…” Haru blinked her big, beautiful brown eyes. “Why?”
“I want to see you.” Makoto felt something twitch between her thighs, and her face ran red. “I want to see all of you while you eat.”
Haru smiled softly and nodded, but as she moved to take off her sweater, she let out a tiny noise of discomfort. Raising her arms seemed to make the pressure in her stomach feel worse, and she gave Makoto a little look of neediness.
“Help me?” she said.
Makoto could have melted into the floor right there, turned into an ice-cream puddle, but she managed to keep herself together. She reached out and lifted Haru’s sweater over her head, pulling it off her arms, and then all of a sudden there she was, all of her, every inch.
Oh, fuck.
Her midsection’s softness spilled out from over the top of her skirt; it was only now that Makoto could see that her skirt was slightly unzipped, maybe a quarter of the way, and it still looked so damn tight it was about to break. Her chest overflowed from her bra in a way that made Makoto’s ears feel hot, and in a moment of weakness, she leaned forward and kissed the center of Haru’s stomach a few times, one, two, three.
“You’re so gorgeous,” she whispered. “So gorgeous.”
Haru hummed, a shy little noise. “So are you.”
“We’re not talking about me, though.” Makoto kissed Haru’s stomach once more, then placed one kiss on her chest, then one on her lips. She tasted of pork, cabbage, tomatoes, rice, gyoza, bread, zucchini, sweet potatoes.
Soon, she would taste like peaches. But that was for the end, the sweet ending; for now, the ube and bread cut the savory bits enough for Haru to keep eating. Makoto resolved to be sure to layer everything, to keep her girlfriend from getting bored, to keep her eating until she was far past her limit.
Haru took a sip of water, then gave Makoto a needy look, one that begged for more food even though she was surely full at this point. Makoto obliged, taking some of the zucchini and pressing it to her mouth. She eagerly bit into it, chewing and swallowing even as her stomach made a quiet but audible noise of protest.
“Hush,” Haru murmured, and she and Makoto both giggled.
“Ready for dessert already?” Makoto teased.
“No, no, not even close,” Haru said. “More, fuck, please…” She shifted her hips, and the zipper on her skirt came a bit more undone, now halfway down. “It all tastes so good, Mako-chan, I can’t control myself.”
The phrasing made Makoto’s stomach flutter. She smiled and gave Haru a kiss on the nose before offering her a bit more ube, soft and starchy and just sweet enough. Haru took it and hummed as it entered her, adding to the pressure and weight growing in her core.
Time ticked on. More and more bites were taken, and one by one, Haru cleaned each plate. First went the pork, then the rice, then the bread, then the gyoza, then the tomatoes, then the zucchini, then the ube, then lastly the cabbage. She went from needy, begging for each bite, to quiet, then to groaning softly every time she swallowed, holding her stomach as if it was swelling, too heavy, not equipped to take in so much delicious food.
By the time it all was said and done, Haru was shifting from side to side, stretching and bending in meager attempts to relieve the pressure inside her, but nothing seemed to work. Nothing, nothing, and even now there was still more food to be had, still a final course to finish off the night.
“Please,” Haru whimpered; her skirt’s zipper was fully undone at this point, her bra on the loosest setting. “Please, Mako-chan, it’s too much, I can’t take any more…”
“Aw… But I cut up these peaches just for you.” Makoto brought the plate of peaches closer. It was four white peaches, cut into slices and sprinkled with sugar. “Don’t you want your dessert, sweetheart?”
“Mmmhh…” Haru whined and squirmed a little, but the movement was too fast and she grimaced at the feeling; however, she couldn’t resist moving her hips just a bit more, almost grinding against the bed. “I d-do, but it’s so much…”
“Well… Okay, then…” Makoto tilted her head, picked up a peach slice, and tapped Haru’s lips with it, leaving a little trace of juice there. “Just one bite, then. One little bite, that’s all you have to take. You can do that, can’t you, beautiful?”
Haru whimpered, but as soon as she opened her mouth to reply, the peach was already in there. She bit down, taking half the slice, and once she had swallowed there was a tiny bit of juice on her chin, which Makoto wiped away with a fingertip.
“There,” Makoto said. “That wasn’t so bad, was it? Do you think you can take one more?”
Haru gazed at Makoto like she was the moon, awestruck and adoring. Soon, she was leaning forward and eating the other half of the peach slice, the sugar on her tongue tasting almost as sweet as a kiss from Makoto.
Yes, yes, she would taste like peaches when Makoto kissed her next. She would do that once they were done.
“...Another,” Haru murmured breathlessly.
“Really?” Makoto teased. “You’re sure you can take it?”
“No,” Haru said, “but I want more.”
Makoto felt her face flush at the sight and sound of Haru practically begging. She lifted up another slice of peach and held it to her girlfriend’s lips, and she bit down, juice spilling back into her mouth as she did so.
The peach slices went one by one. Haru had certainly slowed down, unable to eat as voraciously as before, but she seemed determined to finish her dessert. Makoto watched her with loving eyes, her heart utterly full as Haru ate bite after bite. “Just one more” had turned into three, four, five, six, seven, eight. If she was trying to stop herself, she wasn’t showing it.
Finally, they were down to the last few slices. Haru was breathing hard, like eating this much was exhausting, but the soft neediness in her eyes hadn’t gone away. She took another bite and swallowed, and just as she did so—
Rrrrrip.
The two girls looked at each other. Slowly, both their eyes traveled down to Haru’s skirt, which was now looking noticeably looser than before.
The seam below the zipper had undone itself. It had ripped completely down the side, leaving Haru with a broken skirt and a blushing face.
“...Oh,” she whispered, and she hid behind one of her hands. “I… really ate a lot, huh?”
Makoto wanted nothing more than to pounce on her right then and kiss her senseless, maybe take care of the reason she was shifting her thighs so much, but she stopped herself, not wanting to stop the feast prematurely. “We can go shopping tomorrow. I have the day off from work.”
Haru nodded, her cheeks peach-pink. “Yeah,” she said. She stared at the broken seam for a moment, then looked back at Makoto and the plate of peaches. “...Let me finish that, please…”
“Oh!” Makoto nodded and picked up the last slice of peach. “Of course… Here you go, sweetheart.”
Haru swallowed the last slice and, triumphantly, she smiled through it. Then she fell back on the bed, her exposed stomach heavy and stuffed with the contents of tonight’s extravaganza.
“Rub me, please,” she whispered. “I can barely move.”
The dishes could wait. Makoto got up and sat on the bed, right next to Haru, where she reached down to rub her swollen stomach. Haru sighed with relief at the feeling, and gave a loving look to Makoto.
“I love you, Mako-chan,” Haru whispered. “Thank you for tonight.”
Makoto smiled softly. “I love you too, Haru.”
She leaned down to kiss her. Sure enough, her full-to-bursting girlfriend tasted like white peaches, sprinkled with sugar.