You and Hoffy were hanging out at your place again, lounging on the couch as the soft glow of the evening sun filtered through the windows. The air was warm, and the atmosphere between you felt light and easy, as it always did. Hoffy stretched out, her long legs draped casually across your lap, and she looked at you with that familiar teasing smile.
"You know," she began, her voice clear and playful, "I bet you're still not ready for what I can do with a can of soda."
You raised an eyebrow, knowing where this was headed. "Oh, really? You think I'm not prepared? Please, Hoffy. I've seen you burp after just one sip of Sprite."
Hoffy chuckled, a low, confident sound. "One sip? Babe, you underestimate me. Hand me that soda, and I'll show you."
You reached over to the coffee table, grabbed the can of cola, and handed it to her, your heart doing a little flip at the way her eyes sparkled with mischief. She popped the tab, the familiar hiss of carbonation filling the room. Without hesitation, Hoffy brought the can to her lips and chugged the soda down in long, deliberate gulps. You couldn't help but admire how effortlessly she could do something like that—and how confident she looked while doing it.
Once she drained half the can, she leaned back, a satisfied smirk on her lips as she pressed her hand to her stomach. You watched her chest rise and fall, her pretty face still holding that sarcastic smile as she waited for the inevitable.
And then, it came.
A loud, deep burp rumbled from her throat, filling the air between you. Hoffy didn't flinch, didn't hide it. Instead, she looked straight at you, her eyebrows raised in mock challenge. "Told you I wasn't playing around."
You laughed, both impressed and amused by her boldness. "Okay, okay, that was impressive. But can you top that?"
"Oh, you bet I can." She took another long gulp, draining the rest of the soda before leaning back again. This time, she exhaled, her stomach visibly expanding before she let out an even longer, louder burp. It reverberated through the room, deep and unapologetic. Hoffy glanced at you, her eyes gleaming. "Better?"
"Way better," you admitted, feeling the warmth between you two growing as her confidence seemed to radiate. You loved how Hoffy could take something as simple as burping and turn it into a moment of playful intimacy.
But then, without warning, she leaned closer, her face just inches from yours. "Want to hear something even better?" she asked, her voice low, teasing.
Your pulse quickened at her proximity, your breath catching in your throat. "Sure," you said, your voice barely a whisper.
Hoffy didn't break eye contact as she gently took your hand and placed it on her belly. You could feel the slight rumble beneath your fingers, her stomach working on the soda she'd just guzzled. "You're gonna feel it before you hear it this time," she said, her voice soft but laced with that familiar teasing edge.
You pressed your hand against her, feeling the tightness in her belly, warm and slightly distended from the carbonation. And then, right beneath your palm, you felt the vibrations as Hoffy let out another burp, this one quieter but still powerful, the sound rising from deep within her chest.
"There it is," she whispered, her breath warm against your cheek.
Your heart raced, the closeness between you two suddenly electric. You couldn't help but smile at the way she could turn even this into a moment that felt...intimate. Hoffy's eyes softened just a bit as she watched your reaction, and then, with a small, genuine smile, she pulled you in closer, her lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss.
"You're not so bad yourself," she murmured as she pulled away, that teasing glint still in her eyes.
You blushed, both from the kiss and the fact that you couldn't stop thinking about how easily she made your heart race. "You're full of surprises."
"Always," Hoffy replied, leaning back with that same confident smirk. "But you knew that." She reached for another soda, clearly ready to keep the teasing going.
You couldn't help but laugh, leaning in closer to her, knowing that this little game of hers was far from over.
