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Kinktober '22 #31: Sleep Eating
🕑 Added 2023-01-04 04:48:43 +0000 UTCIt's the LAST Kinktober(-vembercemberuary) for 2022! I had a lot of fun with these, and I'm also very glad to say I'm finally done with them for a while. This last one is real short and sweet. Enjoy!
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It was the noise that woke Suna up. The sound of the fridge door opening and closing, things being set down. She reached out to feel for Floriana, but she wasn’t there. Suna went from worried to annoyed. She checked her phone. It was 3:26 in the morning. Why was Flor even up at this hour?
She hauled herself out of bed, grumbling her wife’s name as she dragged herself to the kitchen. “Jagiyaaa,” she whined, drawing out the word. “Why are you up?” As her eyes started to open, she realized the kitchen light wasn’t on. No lights were on. The only light was coming from the fridge, which had been left wide open. Floriana was standing in front of it, holding a tupperware of bulalo to her lips and chugging the broth.
Suna’s brows knit together as her wife finished the broth and started eating the beef and vegetables left in the container with her bare hands. “Flor?” she said quietly. This behavior was so unlike her. Floriana was a little fitness queen who ran personal training company. She was naturally slim on top of being incredibly petite, barely five feet tall. She was pretty careful about what she ate. She wasn’t a complete “clean eating” weirdo, but still. Careful. She was so short she had to be, if she wanted to look like what people expected out of a personal trainer. It wouldn’t take much for her to go from toned to chubby.
When Flor didn’t answer, still eating messily in front of the fridge, Suna looked around. There were empty food containers and wrappers all over the counter and floor: empty tupperware, protein bar wrappers, a bunch of individual rice cracker wrappers, banana peels. The big jar of peanut butter that usually lasted them a few months was open and most of the way empty.
Suna looked at Floriana again. Her usually gently muscled stomach was bowed out in a rounded arc, pooching out over the waistband of her sleep shorts. Her tank top had ridden up above her belly button. Suna had never seen her like this before. Even when she really let loose, it was never like this. “Floriana,” she said again, a little louder. Her wife didn’t respond. “What the fuck?” she murmured under her breath.
She walked closer to her, stomach flipping a little as Flor set the now-empty container on the counter and sighed as she sucked every stray bit of broth off her fingers. At one point, she turned enough for Suna to see her face. Her eyes were closed, face slack. Oh my god, she’s sleepwalking, Suna realized.
Suna tried to remember what you were supposed to do when someone was sleepwalking. Wake them up? No–maybe that was supposed to be dangerous?
As she stood there trying to figure out what to do, Floriana kept eating. She was like a machine, getting every possible calorie down her throat. It was… mesmerizing. Maybe even kinda hot? The outward curve of her belly definitely was. Suna had always had a thing for girls with round bellies, though she’d never really explicitly told Flor that. It wasn’t a secret, just something that felt rude to share when you were with someone who was all about abs and muscle tone.
After a few more minutes, with her wife trying to shovel every edible thing she could find into her mouth as quickly as possible, Suna figured it would be best to wake her. That was what she’d want. “Floriana,” she said, louder now, reaching out her hand to gently touch her shoulder. “Baby, you gotta wake up.”
It took several moments of prodding and light shaking for Flor to finally start to open her eyes. “Suna?” she asked, her voice thick with sleep.
“I’m here, love,” she said, wrapping her arms around her. Floriana’s stuffed gut pressed them even closer. “Let’s go back to bed.”
