ok maybe I need to admit that burping jade is my new kink 👀 few people write burp HC about him so do you mind if writing a scenario with reader and a somehow bloated jade? or if you dont write scenarios, maybe just headcanons?
I don't take fic requests unless I specifically ask for 'em, but far as scenarios go, I can imagine the Prefect alone with Jade, who's squirming uncomfortably on the couch with his S/O. He'd have a look of discomfort on his face while his stomach groans noisier than he'd care to admit. The Prefect would look over and see Jade's usually concave middle pushing out rather noticeably against his dress shirt.
Jade would be covering his stomach as best he can, insisting that he just ate a little too much, then bring a fist up to his mouth to stifle an incoming burp that stains his pale cheeks red with mild embarrassment. The Prefect would respond by unbuttoning Jade's shirt, exposing his pale, visibly bloated belly, and revealing that Jade ate a LITTLE more than "too much." It wouldn't be full on balloon belly like Floyd or most NR students. But it would be visibly pooching out and looking uncomfortably tight.
Naturally, he'd try to insist he's fine, but then his stomach would groan again and Jade would bring a fist up to his lips, turn his head and burp heavily into his mouth, puffing out his cheeks as the gas rumbled very audibly inside. He'd blow the gas aside and blush again, excusing himself.
So, the Prefect would help by putting their hands on Jade's belly. And before the twin Leech can protest, the Prefect would begin to gingerly stroke his stomach and get the normally measured man to groan to himself. In that moment, Jade would huff breathlessly and sort of begin to melt on his side of the couch while the Prefect's hand gingerly runs up the rounded crest of Jade's stomach, and all the way down to his softer underbelly. They would let their fingers delicately slide up his warm flesh, almost fluttering against his pale skin, especially around Jade's bellybutton. Then, they would knead into that taut surface, undoing what knots they can feel forming in his stomach muscles.
This action would ease some of the tension in Jade's overstuffed stomach, and result in another pressure pocket audibly bubbling its way up his throat. Yet again, Jade would turn his head and muffle the burp deeply within his mouth. Only, afterwards, the Prefect would apply more pressure to Jade's belly and tell him not to hold back; that he'll feel much better if he lets it out.
The added pressure against his stomach would cause a big pocket to work its way up. And despite Jade's natural inclination to be well-mannered, he'd take the Prefect's advice. Dipping his head back, Jade's jaws would part open and he'd let out the biggest, deepest belch the Prefect had ever heard him utter...
"BRRRUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUURRRRRRCH!!!!!!!!!!"
It would be this hefty, LOUD eruption, one that burbled from the very depths of Jade's stomach and came roaring out for several seconds straight. The eructation would leave Jade gasping breathlessly when it ended, but with it, would come another huge, throaty belch, followed by another one, and another after that.
All that pent up pressure in Jade's belly would come roaring out in a series of throat-rattling burps, one after the other, leaving Jade breathless and even drooling a little from how hard and sometimes painful they were.
At the end, Jade would slump back in his seat, panting and gasping while his distended stomach rises and falls with his labored breathing. He'd be blushing, not used to letting loose like that around anyone, not even Floyd. But his blush would be nowhere near as intense as the Prefect's, who'd lean in close and ask if Jade feels any better.
Once Jade was able to catch his breath, he'd look down at the Prefect and smirk with a more 'in-character' sort of cunning. He'd subtly gulp down some air, lift the Prefect's head up by the chin, then proceed to let out one final, low & lengthy burp right in the Prefect's face, clutching his stomach and pushing down to make the burp as long as possible. Then, he'd delicately smack his lips, chuckle softly and say, "...Much better."
