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If there’s one thing Lingling knows and loves, it’s food.
The phrase, “a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach,” resonates with Lingling. Give her (good) food and she’s the happiest girl.
As much as Ling loves to eat, she absolutely loves feeding. She loves to order dishes for the table, loves to share her favorites. She wants to make sure no one leaves the table without having to unbutton their pants. That’s how she knows everyone is satisfied.
But there is one person she always aims to please. There is one person who Ling always tries to feed. Whether she has to hand feed her (this is one of Ling’s favorite things to do with her) or place food on her plate, Ling will do that and she will watch with a heavy beating heart.
This is a special day. They’re in Hong Kong for a fanmeet and Ling has taken them to a favorite restaurant she couldn’t show them the last time they were here. Ling is beyond excited.
She orders dish after dish - appetizers and entrees and dessert. She tells everyone what each dish is and what she likes about it. She grins and laughs and hums at each delicious bite. She is filled with happiness at the way the group hums approvingly. This is what Ling lives for.
Ling pays special attention to Orm. She picks a few dishes that she knows Orm will like. Things that are light and juicy and not spicy. Orm doesn’t stop her from adding food to her plate - the only thing she says is to not put too much of one so she has room for other stuff. Ling nods at that, loving the way Orm picks up every portion and eats it.
A list forms in Ling’s head, noting which dish causes a positive reaction and things that made Orm twist her lips in displeasure. Surprisingly there are more positive reactions than not.
Ling knows that Orm is getting tired because she just opens her mouth as she points to something she wants more of and it makes the table laugh. Ling has no issue feeding Orm. She relishes these moments - with Orm’s tilted head, her eyes hooded, a soft smile pulling at the corners of her lips…
This Orm always does something to Ling, always making something wild flutter in her chest. The way she trusts Ling to take care of her, to make sure she’s well and cared for. Ling always makes sure to do what she can, and feeding her is something she can definitely do.
So Ling took care of Orm. She kept her happy and full. She let the flutter in her chest flutter down to her stomach. It sat there for the rest of dinner.
And when Orm sighed contentedly and reached for Ling’s hand, threading their fingers together, Ling felt the flutter lower. She could only thank the universe that everyone was finished with dinner.
Especially when Mae suggested they go for a walk.
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Ling is vibrating. They left the restaurant about an hour ago and have been walking around the city to help the food settle but Ling is…
K’Dew, K’Cherry, K’Mam, and Mae Koy are all up ahead. Ling and Orm are a bit behind, enjoying the cool night. They aren’t really talking and it’s comfortable but Ling feels like she’s going to vibrate out of her skin.
Dinner was good . Better than good.
Orm was eating and enjoying it. Ling couldn’t be happier. Food was her favorite thing and so was Orm. And having dinner with a willing Orm? Now that is a way to Ling’s heart…
And apparently, a way into Ling’s pants.
Even an hour later, Ling is still feeling it. It’s a bit concerning but Ling is clouded. Images of Orm sitting next to her, talking and eating and laughing and asking Ling for more are flooding her head. Orm’s smile and little hums of approval as she ate something particularly good. Orm’s grasp on Ling’s arm as she points at something on Ling’s plate before she takes it.
An hour later and Ling… she slips her hand into Orm’s and squeezes. Ling can see Orm look at her, can see the corners of her lips pull into a smile. Ling doesn’t dare look, not yet. She won’t last long if she sees it.
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Ling asks Orm softly if she’d like to head back to the hotel, stating with a yawn that she’s tired.
Orm quickly nods her head and pulls Ling with her to catch up to their elders. She tells them that her and Ling are heading back, that they should all enjoy themselves.
Mae tells them not to get into too much trouble with a wink. Orm rolls her eyes and laughs, telling her mom that what she and Ling do is of their own business. Mae looks past Orm and stares at Ling, tells her to keep Orm in check. Ling can only nod, a blush creeping up her neck. K’Dew wishes them a good rest, to call if they need anything.
They walk away from the group and head in the direction of the hotel. Orm is talking about dinner, about her favorite dish and how she’s glad what Ling did for her.
It’s a lot of Orm talking and Ling listening - trying - and by the time they make it to their floor and walk to their rooms, well…
Ling is almost panting. She’s flushed. She’s on the verge of melting into a puddle. Ling is trying really hard to not run.
Instead she focuses on the pace Orm has set. Instead she tries to focus on what Orm is saying but it’s all muddled. Ling is trying really hard to continue listening but the thrumming under her skin is making it difficult. Her voice is barely heard through the blood rushing through Ling’s head… Ling’s everywhere .
She’s in trouble.
Ling looks behind her, no one is there. There’s no one in front of them. They’re alone. It’s a good thing because Ling is needing contact but also a bad thing because Ling is needing contact.
Ling places her hand on Orm’s back. Ling forgot that Orm was wearing a cropped jacket because her hand makes contact with warm skin. Ling has to fight to not press her hand flat against Orm’s back.
That doesn’t do any good because Ling is now dragging her fingers across warm skin. She can feel the goosebumps underneath her fingertips. It sends an electric shock down her spine, pooling heavily at the bottom. Ling hopes her gulp wasn’t as loud as heavy as it felt.
Ling manages to grip tightly at Orm’s hip before Orm stops her. Ling knows she’s flushed, she knows it’s shown plain as day on her face. Ling hopes Orm doesn’t mention it.
Which surprisingly she doesn’t. Instead she pulls Ling’s hand away and holds it tightly. She looks at Ling a little curiously, her smile small, something questioning at the corners. Ling inhales a soft breath.
Ling’s smile is a little too forced as she tries to swallow away the overwhelming feeling of want. She wants to pull her hand away, wants to grip Orm’s waist, wants to push her up against the wall, wants to kiss the breath out of her. She wants to taste their dinner in Orm’s mouth, wants to taste the full force of Orm.
The hallway seems never ending. The walk to their respective rooms never coming into sight. It makes Ling thrum, makes her antsy. She feels like if they don’t get to one of their rooms soon she’ll yell. Which she knows is dramatic but images of a happy Orm enjoying a good meal, enjoying good company, enjoying herself…
Slipping her hand out of Orm’s, Ling shoves her hands deep into her pockets, balling them into tight fists. If she could keep her hands still, keep her mind focused on reaching their rooms…
But holding back is even more difficult because Orm stretches her arms up, letting out an inappropriate groan, a smile growing on those pretty pink lips, her cropped jacket rising too high. Ling’s fists are shaking. She closes her eyes and tries to think of something other than Orm.
Nothing comes to mind. Soft pale skin, turning pink underneath Ling’s touch, a heaving chest pushing against Ling’s, mutters of arousal filling the space around them… no, Ling can’t do a single thing but let out a shuddering breath.
When she opens her eyes, Orm is a few steps ahead. It’s like she knows Ling is staring because she turns her head enough to look back, a wicked little smile taunting Ling. A thought of Orm’s earlier curiosity and questioning look was a ploy to throw off Ling. Maybe she knows what’s bubbling underneath Ling’s heated skin.
Orm turns away, continues walking ahead of Ling. If Ling wasn’t completely focused on Orm, she’s sure she would’ve missed the sweeping sway of Orm’s hips. Ling is in trouble, so much trouble .
Because then Orm stops walking and she bends down to tie her shoe and Ling can’t swallow. She can’t look away from the notches of Orm’s spine, how they disappear into her sweatpants, how the curve of her…
Trouble.
Because then Ling is right behind Orm as soon as she stands up and she finally gets to grip Orm’s hips. Orm tenses under Ling’s hold but she doesn’t pull away. Ling presses closer, presses her face into the back of Orm’s head, inhales her sweet scent. Orm covers Ling’s hands and pulls them around her waist.
There’s a moment of stillness, a moment of panic. Ling can’t pull away, she can’t move, she can’t breathe. Because their rooms are nowhere in sight and Orm is breathing hard against Ling’s hands. Her soft belly trembling under Ling’s touch.
Stillness. Trouble .
Because then Ling is pushing Orm up against the wall. She grabs Orm’s hands and holds them against the wall above her head and she lets out a shaky sigh. Ling holds on tightly, not sure what she’s doing but knows exactly what she wants to do.
With her free hand, she draws soft circles, soft lines, a soft path up Orm’s abdomen. Her cropped jacket is not at all a deterrent. It gives Ling the access she needs to get to the soft under swells of Orm’s breasts. Orm shudders out a breathy Ling and Ling could melt on the spot. She could combust under the heat of the body she’s pressed against.
Ling kisses the skin at the curve of Orm’s neck. Nothing can stop her. Ling wants to do so much to Orm, wants to… She kisses the soft skin, lingering, sucking, scraping her teeth on the wet skin. Orm pants something wet. Ling groans quietly.
Orm breaks out of Ling’s loosened grasp and grabs the back of Ling’s head, holding her against the bruising skin. She presses back against Ling, her ass pressing hard as she arches her body. Ling cups both breasts now, squeezing the soft flesh, her thumbs stroking Orm’s nipples. Orm gasps as she drops her head forward, thudding loudly against the wall. Ling chuckles softly as she kisses along Orm’s shoulder, continuing her ministrations on Orm’s breasts.
It’s getting too heated, too much for where they are. Ling has just enough wherewithal to know where they are but arousal is beating hard everywhere . Arousal is clouding her fully and when Orm takes one of Ling’s hand and drags it down her abdomen, pushing it past the waistband of her sweatpants…
Trouble .
Because then Ling is turning Orm around, pressing her back against the wall roughly.
Because then Ling is dropping to her knees, pulling Orm’s sweatpants down with her. And this is not the place nor the time but Ling pushes Orm’s underwear aside and moans deeply at the mouthwateringly glistening sight. She drags a finger through slick folds, the soft skin setting Ling’s fingertips aflame. Soft, soft, soft… wet . So wet.
Orm moves her hips to push onto Ling’s fingers that are slowly, so slowly , circling Orm’s clit. She’s panting as she rocks her hips, body begging for Ling to do more; touch more, give more, use her mouth. Ling will give her whatever she wants but right now , she needs to taste Orm, needs to feel Orm,, needs Orm to fall apart.
Ling fully takes off Orm’s sweatpants and tosses them aside. She takes Orm’s right leg and throws it over her shoulder and leans in. The taste of Orm on Ling’s tongue makes her whimper. Orm grabs Ling’s head and grips hard as she as groans out a raspy fuck .
Flattening her tongue, Ling licks broad strokes over wet folds. The tip of her tongue swirls around a hardened clit, licking and flicking. Orm is rocking her hips on Ling’s face, panting heavily. Ling can tell that she’s trying not to be too loud.
Ling looks up and sees Orm’s head down, chin to chest, eyes closed, mouth slightly open. Chest, neck, cheeks colored the prettiest pink. Ling wants to see that pink darken, wants to hear that pretty mouth make the prettiest moans.
So Ling wraps her lips around Orm’s clit and sucks. She almost comes at the way Orm reacts - harsh inhale, lips forming a perfect O, a shaky, rough exhale, her grip on Ling’s head tightening. Ling ignores the pain, revels in the whimpering moans Orm is making. If Ling could, she would capture those knee buckling noises.
Orm is rocking her hips harder now, pushing down on Ling’s face. Grabbing her hips to steady her, Ling pays special attention to Orm’s clit. She laps and sucks, swirls her tongue. A rough please fills the space between heavy breaths. Orm barely manages to open her eyes - lidded and dark - and says fingers .
Ling slowly drags her fingers through wet, slick folds, fingertips circling Orm’s entrance. Orm’s hips stutter and push down onto Ling’s fingers, needing to be filled. Ling has no want to tease her so she thrusts her fingers in and moans at the same time Orm roughly rasps something deep and close, so close .
Yes, yes . Trouble.
Because then Ling is thrusting hard into her, fucking her breathless. She tongues at Orm’s clit, sucking as she pumps quicker.
Please Ling , wet and desperate, settling deep in Ling’s belly. She’s throbbing herself but it does not matter. It doesn’t matter because Orm is shaking and panting and her hips are losing rhythm…
Trouble .
Because then Orm tenses. Because then Ling feels Orm’s pussy contract around Ling’s fingers.
Because then Orm is moaning a little too loudly, her body shaking, hips rocking messily on Ling’s face as Ling continues to thrust.
Because then Ling can feel Orm tense again as another orgasm takes her over. Orm groans something guttural, her pussy contracting tightly around Ling’s fingers, making it just a little tough to keep fucking her.
Okay, okay Orm breathes as she pushes on Ling’s head. She somehow manages to grab hold of Ling’s wrist, stopping her from continuing to thrust into her. Stopping her from coming again.
Orm’s legs are shaking and Ling holds her up as she presses wet kisses all over her inner thighs. Orm’s heavy breaths are slowing down, legs shaking less. Ling has half a mind to grab Orm’s sweatpants and help her step into them. She pulls them up as she stands up, humming contentedly when Orm covers her hands that are resting on her hips.
They stay still for a moment, letting what just happened settle in the empty hallway. Orm exhales loudly as she leans her head against Ling’s. The air around them tense but not in a way where they need space. No, no. It’s tense in a way where they both know that they need to get to a room as soon as possible.
Because Ling is a wet, throbbing mess. Because Orm is looking at Ling with unbearable lust. Because they need and need and need and if Ling isn’t touched soon, well…
Trouble .
They hear laughter from down the hallway. Ling steps away from Orm, her mouth and fingers coated and sticky with Orm. She wipes at her face and cleans her fingers off on her pants. Orm quickly fixes her disheveled appearance just in time.
A couple round the corner. Ling watches them and sighs gratefully as they enter a room. Orm chuckles quietly as she steps up to Ling. She cups the back of Ling’s neck, scratches at the small hairs at the base. Ling drops her head onto Orm’s shoulder, body breaking out into goosebumps.
Orm tugs on her hair, bringing Ling’s head up and she kisses her. Ling whimpers at the feel of soft lips pressing against hers, at the feel of her bottom lip being sucked on. Orm hums as she pulls away, licking her lips. She kisses at the corner of Ling’s mouth, whispers need to touch you , grabbing Ling’s hand and leading them to their rooms that were a lot closer than it felt.
Ling pulls out her room key and she lets Orm in first. She puts the do not disturb tag on the door handle before locking it. She turns to address Orm but finds her sitting on the bed topless. She’s still flushed, pretty pink coloring pale skin beautifully. Ling groans at the sight.
As Ling walks up to Orm, standing between her spread legs, thoughts of what led Ling and Orm to this moment flood her. Orm happy and laughing and eating. Orm’s eyes sparkling. Orm’s hands patting her full belly. Orm leaning her head on Ling’s shoulder as she thanks Ling for a great dinner.
Orm grabs the back of Ling’s thighs and pulls her closer. She leans her head on Ling’s stomach as her hands rub up and down Ling’s thighs, up to the swell of her ass, down to the back of her knees. Ling runs her hands through Orm’s hair and holds her in place.
Please Ling breathes as Orm lifts Ling’s sweater enough to kiss her tense stomach. She swirls her tongue around her belly button, pressing open mouthed kisses on wet skin. Ling trembles under Orm’s mouth. Please …
This is not something Ling expected to happen. This is not something Ling ever thought would happen. Especially not in public. This is not something Ling regrets though.
Because she knows that when her and Orm have kissed - outside of filming, in the quiet rooms they have found themselves in - there was always something thrumming under her skin. She knows Orm felt the same way because she’d tremble and press hard into Ling - like she needed to be in her - before coming to her senses and pulling away before anything could happen. Ling never pushed, would never, would only suffer in her arousal in silence until she could be alone.
Ling moans as Orm unbuttons her jeans, at the kisses Orm presses at exposed skin.
And when Orm looks up at Ling from between her legs, well…
Maybe Orm eating is something Ling will have to work on more.