Jordan

Dessert

TW: Alcohol

I sit at the table moving the ice cubes around in my glass while Jordan is off getting me more food, I'm afraid to know how much he expects me to be able eat.

My eyes widen when I see Jordan come back with the two plates stacked high with food, one plate is just desserts.

I whine when he sits down next to me and makes me scoot over in the booth, having to move just jostling my belly around. He takes a second to look over me and I can tell his hands want to go to my belly already, they're shaking.

He hums and picks up some of the food, moving it to in front of my mouth.

"I- I can feed myself..." I say quietly.

"D... I don't think you're quite in the position to be saying things like that, now are you?" He questions in a firm tone.

I quiet down and chew inside my mouth, not a good idea after alcohol though, I hiss through my teeth and put my hand over my mouth.

Jordan immediately gives me a worried look, "What was that for, you okay?"

I nod at him and lick my lips before looking at him, "Yeah... Yeah I'm fine, I just... bit my cheek, the alcohol stings just a little..."

He chuckles, "You dork."

Jordan goes to pick up the piece of food but I stutter and stop him, "B-Before you d-do that... Ah, uh, can- can you undo my belt? Please?"

He looks down and notices how my belly is practically bubbling out from the top of my jeans, the fabric wrinkling against the tight belt. He runs his hands along the waistline of my jeans and he coos softly at me, "Ooh... That thing's looking pretty tight..."

Jordan undoes my belt, but struggles when trying to get the buckle undone. I sigh in relief when the belt stops constricting my belly and I look down, surprised the button didn't pop off.

"Hah~ Th-Thank you..." I pant, really feeling just how full I am.

He pats my belly lightly and starts feeding me, "No problem, don't want you cramping up, now do we?"

I groan softly in response, my mouth too full to make any intelligible noises.

I hear the clink of glass on the table and Jordan smiles back on the waiter, I roll my eyes realizing he refilled my drink again.

I sigh in relief when he pours water instead of more whiskey. Once my mouth is clear I speak, "Jesus, Jordan, I thought you were gonna make me drink more whiskey..."

I look down in his hands and see the caramel colored liquid, fuck. I look up to see Jordan just smiling at me. I roll my eyes and grab the glass from him with an attitude, downing the liquid.

He raises an eyebrow and smirks at me, "So that's how you want to play this..." He pokes at my belly.

I groan and swat his hand away, making him chuckle and sip his tea.

He then tries to continue feeding me but I refuse, turning my head away. Jordan grumbles and pokes my belly harder, making me grunt.