Session 510
Selam, everyone!
Wait, wait, wait, hold up a sec! 2 short stories in a row? What?! Damn! I swear I'm not crazy! You know another session had to come up eventually!
This one is, uh… well, see for yourselves. I'm not tellin'.
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When Soma makes his way to Nakiri's spacious apartment in Madrid, he's pretty sure his heart is about to do him in. Exhilarate at first. Then stop beating altogether.
It's not the first time he's going over there to have her taste his newest Squid failure- not by far-, but it still doesn't make his stomach clench any less. Anticipation is the word he would be looking for if he'd have the concentration for it. Right now, however, he's on the verge of getting beat up by his own nerves, and the fact that he's already climbing the few steps to her front door only adds more fuel to the fire. He's arrived here too soon. Way too soon.
He breathes. In and out. Just to make sure he's calm enough to ring her doorbell and be face-to-face with her. It's been about a month since he'd last seen her, having taken a short trip back to London while she'd stayed to oversee things at her restaurant. And Soma knows, somewhere around tonight, he's going to get an earful for having taken so long to return to her. His girlfriend is not to be taken lightly when she's upset- and he's pretty sure she is upset. He'd said he would be back within a week. Not four.
Regardless, Soma still hopes for some mercy. It's been a month. He's missed her. And he'd love to at least feed her a 'delicious' worthy dish one of these days before getting ripped apart.
"Yo, Nakiri," he greets her when she opens the door- like it's the most natural thing to do. Because that's all he can do to cover up his trembling hands. "You've got some time for me?"
"Hm. It depends on what you intend to do with that time, Yukihira-kun. I'm kind of busy." Damn, he really did miss her. Even that cold tone in her voice.
"Ah, well," he lifts his hand to show her the paper bag, "The usual, I guess." And she folds her arms in return, rolling her eyes as if having seen this coming. It actually gets him to relax to some extent, and he's laughing before he can suppress the urge. At least she's acting normal.
"You're not serious about this, are you?"
"I am." She steps aside while he speaks, letting him in without him needing to convince her first. A good sign so far. "It's gonna make ya admit defeat for sure. I guarantee it."
"As you always do. But we'll see how far your confidence can take you until you give up trying the impossible, Yukihira-kun." Nakiri smirks when she takes his coat, slowly. Too slowly. Shit.
"Aren't you a bit too sure of yourself there? For all you know, it could be truly disgusting this time."
"So? I'm not going to eat this tonight anyway. I promise you that." She turns to place the coat on the counter next to the door and smiles. And whether it's subconscious or not, Soma finds himself blinking at the closed door of her bedroom, feeling the heat of her words on his face. In his stomach.
He swallows hard. Composure. He needs composure or else he's not going to get his win tonight. He has a purpose, and if Nakiri is hell-bent on denying him the victory he knows he'll finally get, then he will do whatever he can to resist. Even if it's hard with the way she looks at him over her shoulder- haughty as always.
"…We'll see how far your stubbornness can take you, Nakiri," he repeats her words and smirks back at her. Only to try and cover up that merciless thumping in his chest. The temperature in the hallway seems too high all of a sudden, and if he wouldn't be in a thin shirt already, he'd definitely taken off whatever he was wearing.
"Hmph. Yes. Let's see. I don't intend to eat this tonight. Try whatever you like."
Oh. Right. He remembers all too well what happened the last time they'd made a silent bet like this. It had ended in that exact bedroom he's passing right now. The tension. The heat. The scratch marks on his back. He remembers them all.
It had been a new experience for both of them. A first. And Soma had felt like the luckiest man alive to know that they both have subconsciously waited for each other for so long.
"Planning to. Thanks." Looks like this is going to be harder than I thought. Not only because Nakiri is making it hard for him to concentrate on anything other than her, but because he's missed her way too much to ignore the way her hips sway from left to right when she steps by him. The haughty queen of cuisine is challenging him, and he realizes he has accepted long before the words would leave his mouth.
"So, uh," he scratches his head when they're in the kitchen, Nakiri taking a seat on the chair that's closest to the stove and watching him with her arms folded over her chest, "Need me to take out some squid for ya again before we start?"
"No. It's already there," she gives the counter beside him an upwards nod, making him whirl around and stare at it with parted lips, "Pay attention, will you?"
"Oh…" And he tilts his head back to her, smirking even though he knows it's probably not genuine enough. "I thought you didn't wanna eat that tonight?"
"Yep. I don't."
"Then what's the squid doin' there?"
She shrugs, "I'm just leveling the playing field. We wouldn't want you to feel like you don't stand a chance at all, now would we?"
"Heh. How very generous of you." Focus, damn it, he tells himself. But Soma already knows there's no focusing for him.
Her nightgown is distracting him. That cold smirk is distracting him. Her furrowed brows and the way she crosses her legs ever so slowly are distracting him. She's not playing fair. How would any of this be fair?
"A plate, Yukihira-kun?"
"H-huh?"
Nakiri quirks an eyebrow and raises her chin over to the cabinet next to the window. "You don't want to use a plate for your," her face twists with disgust for a moment, "dish?"
"Uh… Oh! Yeah, that's right." Putting his initial confusion aside, Soma makes his way over. He feels Nakiri's eyes on the back of his neck, knows that her smirk has probably widened by now, and he can't help but swallow down the lump in his throat. He's making a fool of himself here and it's not even funny anymore. That confidence he had shown the first time he'd visited her in Madrid; where is it now?
Clearing his throat- a much better method to compose himself-, he takes out two plates from the cabinet she'd pointed at. Not that he doesn't know where to find them already, but Nakiri must've sensed his drowsiness somehow.
"What's wrong with you, Yukihira-kun? You seem a bit distracted."
"Oh wouldn't you want to know… I don't think you can look so smug once you eat this," he grins at the paper bag on the table, then back at her, "so enjoy it while you can."
"I told you. I'm not eating anything tonight."
"Fat chance, sweetheart. I've got a bet to win. My pride as a chef is at stake here." He watches Nakiri huff when he takes the paper bag from the table and pulls out the small bento box inside it. It smells disgusting. Perfect.
"Oh please. What kind of pride makes you want to torment your customers by feeding them disgusting tentacle dishes like that?"
"Squid."
"W-whatever!"
He's barely able to contain his laughter when he comes back to her, one of the full plates in hand, eyes squinted. "Now, now, Nakiri. Don't be like that. I've picked up some tea recipes from Arato a while ago. I know how to treat that sensitive stomach of yours now, so don't worry. You're not gonna get poisoned. Probably." Her smile fades and she glares at him.
He's starting to feel a shift in the air now, making him feel all the more excited than he already is. Finally. He's in control.
"I-I don't care about that. You're just too stubborn for your own good sometimes."
"Look who's talkin'." Smirking, he leans down and places both hands on the chair's arm rests. And he watches with satisfaction as a faint dust of red appears on Nakiri's cheeks. "I'mma make ya admit defeat this time."
"Aren't you underestimating me again, Yukihira-kun? No matter how awful your dish is, in my hands, it will become a masterpiece. Always. And you should know that better than anyone by now, don't you think?"
"Oh, I do. That's why I've come here fully prepared. There're two dishes I want ya to try."
"…Two?"
"Two."
"…A-as in two different dishes?"
"Yep."
She bites her lip, frowning up at him. But instead of sighing, flinching, rolling her eyes- literally any reaction he would've expected her to give-, Nakiri smirks again. She leans forward in her seat, arms still folded, legs still crossed, and tickles his skin with her warm breath.
"Doesn't matter anyway," she says, "I'm not going to eat them." How can she be this confident again? Soma doesn't understand, but it brings him to the verge of insanity.
Her lips are very close to touching his. He's sure if he moves an inch, he could kiss her. He's tempted- very tempted-, but the moment he does lean in, his purpose for this night will be gone. Done for. He would be utterly defeated.
"Are you really that sure of yourself, Nakiri?"
"I am." She tilts her head to one side, rising her chin and smiling directly into his face. "Unless you plan on being here for a while longer this time."
"I think I can arrange that. How much longer are you gonna stay?"
Nakiri hums, and he swears he can feel the vibration of her lips as well. "Just a couple of days, actually," she breathes, "I don't think the staff needs me to look after things anymore."
"I see." Soma takes a deep breath through his nose, then swallows before his throat gets too dry. He's not sure for how much longer he can resist these plump lips- he thinks he's reached his limit quite some time ago-, but this topic is just as important. He needs to know when he'd get to see her again before his brain would shut off completely for the rest of the night. So he asks, "Where are ya headed to after this?"
Nakiri closes her eyes, her long lashes barely brushing his skin and making him shudder. "Back to Japan, I think. I haven't visited Grandfather in a while. I-I need to see how he's doing before I fly to Brazil."
"Alright then." A smile. Relief. Then, he places his forehead against hers, "Let's go see him together. Brazil's my next stop too. I can work something out to go back home before that."
"Y-you too?"
"Yeah."
He hears Nakiri sigh when he leans a bit closer and gently rubs their noses together. Then, "Thank you, Yukihira-kun," he feels his heart pound again. Faster this time because Nakiri's smile is a bit brighter than it had been before, her eyes warm when she opens them again.
"I'm still not eating that though." She winks. And that's when all the connections in his brain get cut.
He kisses her. To the point where he might even be bruising her lips. She doesn't seem to care. She pulls on his neck and tilts her head further to the side, already breathing heavily against his mouth. The grip he has on the arm rests is tightening without him realizing it, his eyes close before he can resist. Feeding Nakiri his gross dishes had been on his mind ever since he'd stepped into this apartment, and now, he's not even paying attention to the plate beside them anymore. Fuck victory. This is what true victory tastes like.
Teeth begin to nibble, tongues dart out to dance, hands wander ever so slowly over exposed skin. It's happening fast this time, his pent up energy and her need shown in every touch, every bite. He's moving down to her neck, she's pulling on his hair, hissing and panting.
Then, Soma has enough. Her moaning is driving him insane. So he straightens up again, taking her with him and knocking over the chair in the process. His hands disappear under her nightgown while hers pull on the brim of his shirt. It's like a switch has been turned, and now, there's no stopping him.
Bumping against the table, almost tripping over the knocked down chair, hitting the wooden doorframe, they eventually stumble towards Nakiri's bedroom. Just because there's this one unspoken rule ever since their first time together: No indecency in the kitchen. And he's sure they both take that rule very seriously. Otherwise he would have ravished her right here on the table.
"Y-Yukihira-kun… The door." Nakiri's lips brush his when she whispers, sending one shiver after another down his spine. Breathless, she sounds even more endearing than usual. Her words don't even register until he watches her throw her head back, hitting the wood of the door with a thud as he rips her underwear apart and begins to stroke her.
His hand is trembling when he tries to turn the door knob. Nakiri's back is pressed against it- his body is what makes it impossible for her to step aside. Her hot kisses on his neck that make him refuse to move. He hears her suck in a breath as his stokes turn more forceful, and Soma, for the life of him, can't think of anything else that could bring him closer to the edge than this- not that he's able to think right now.
His shirt is thrown out of his sight as soon as Nakiri pulls it over his head. Aggressively, because that's how she gets when he's using not one but two fingers to pleasure her. He's learned that very quickly on his last visit.
Her nightgown is next, landing somewhere behind them. Then, finally turning the knob, Soma throws the door open and shoves her inside- up against her large closet mirror. Their light source? Only what's burning outside in the foyer. Nothing more. But it's all Soma needs to know where they are, and it's more than enough to illuminate the hunger in Nakiri's eyes that he's learned is able to drive him up a wall a thousand times over- the fire that he can see in his own through the mirror.
He hears her breathing hard against his ear, feels her nails digging into his back again when he quickens the pace. She's shaking like a leaf, and even if they're new to this- still new to all of this-, Soma can tell that she's close to getting undone. Very close.
And when she finally hits that peak, making his own erection twitch almost uncomfortably inside his jeans with the way she gasps his name, he presses her hard against him. Holding her up on her feet. Inhaling her scent over and over again.
"Y-you," she takes another breath, bringing one hand back to the back of his neck and gazing into his eyes, "you sure know what you're doing, don't you, Yukihira-kun?"
"Guess I'm a fast learner. Or a natural. Whatever the lady likes to call it."
"H-hmph. I am as well. Let me show you." And she unbuckles his belt before he can blink, reaching inside and stroking him through his boxers. Fuck.
"N-Nakiri, wait. I don't think I-" he bites down on his lip, close to drawing blood when she pushes him away and onto the bed, pulling both his jeans and his boxers down his legs. Then, she climbs on top of him- slowly, because she wants him to watch. She's still trembling from her own pleasure, but the grip she has around his erection is strong regardless, and Soma finds himself leaning on his elbows just to see what she's up to.
"You were saying?"
He smirks, "I think you should stop before an accident happens, is what I'm sayin'."
"Hisako makes sure I take my pills every day. You know that."
"No… Not that kinda accident." And he chuckles when she arches a brow at him. "You're slow today, Nakiri. What happened? Have ya missed me that much?"
"A-as if." But she leans in to kiss him anyway. That's answer enough for him. He can feel the longing in her every stroke, and it's what causes him to break the kiss and throw his head back against the bed. She's better at this than she'd been last time. More confident. If he hadn't been close to his peak before, he sure is now, his body trembling, his eyes squeezing shut.
"S-seriously, Nakiri. Stop." He takes her hand gently, pulling her towards him before he turns them around. Waiting for permission? He can't anymore. He's done.
Before Nakiri can open her mouth to speak, he kisses her. And as he does, he pins both her wrists above her head with one hand, able to hold that grip without much effort as he thrusts inside her. Once. Twice. More and more until he has her arching her back and moaning his name.
It's not sensual this time. It's not slow or gentle. He's thrusting with quite a bit of strength, always sure to hit that one spot that gets her gasping. Nakiri is trying to meet him halfway each time, their pace getting unsteady the longer they keep going. Their kisses become sloppy, their touches rough. His lips travel from one place to another- her neck, her chest, her ears, her shoulders. Always close to her. And all Nakiri can do is moan, arch her back, shiver as she struggles against his strong grip.
And then, he lets her go- just to make it fair again because her eyes seem to demand she touches him too. And she does, hugging him against her, pulling on his hair, scratching his back, biting his shoulder. Everything she'd done last time, only more forceful. If Soma didn't know better, he'd say she's taking revenge for having been restrained before.
He doesn't mind. It's like she owns him- all of him- and he doesn't mind one bit.
She reaches her climax first, choking on air and arching her back the furthest it has ever been as he keeps thrusting. The pounding of his heart is overwhelming, the sight of her squirming under him intoxicating. If he'd be able to actually think, he'd compare her to the world's best dessert that only he is privileged to taste. And he follows her into her peak with only that in mind: She's his. Only his.
Dropping on top of her, he tries to get his breathing under control. At one point, he thinks it even matches hers, but Soma is too focused on every curve of her body that he can trace with his fingers to pay attention to that. He smiles when he even makes her twitch, knowing that the side of her stomach is a sensitive spot. And he relaxes at the feeling of her hand lightly massaging his head, fingers running through his hair, caressing his cheek.
"I-I," Nakiri swallows, taking a deep breath before trying again, "I have missed you, Yukihira-kun… O-only a little."
He turns to face her, smiling because she continues to pout at the ceiling instead of him. Too embarrassed to meet his eyes. Typical Nakiri.
"Me too," he says eventually, bringing up his hand to brush a few strands of her hair out of her forehead, "Sorry it took me this long to get back. Things didn't go that smoothly with the restaurant."
"A-as if I need an apology from you. Who do you think I am?" She finally tilts her head towards him, pout gone despite the harshness in her tone. "We're both busy. It's only natural for us to be on the road constantly. I'm not petty enough to get angry at you for doing your job."
Soma blinks. Rapidly. Then, he grins again. "Yeah. You're right. Guess we need to make the most of the time we get to spend together, huh? Until we're done with our business in Brazil."
"Yes, we should."
His grin widens, eyes squinting when he leans in and kisses her. When they part and she gives him a questioning look, he chuckles, "Then let's have ya taste my masterpiece too."
"W-what?!"
"Yep. You heard me. First thing tomorrow. I still got a chance at winning this thing. I'm not giving up until I find that one catastrophe of a dish that you can't turn into a good one."
He watches his girlfriend sigh. Then, "Wait," she blinks at him, lips parted, brows quirked, "Tomorrow?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, I gotta hand it to ya. You did kinda win. You said you wouldn't eat anything tonight and in the end, you really didn't. Fair enough. But tomorrow…" He chuckles again at the horrified look on her face before rolling over and pulling the blanket up to cover them both. "That's a whole different story. Tomorrow, I'm gonna get cha, Nakiri. Count on it."
And just when he thought she would huff, Nakiri surprises him, laughing wholeheartedly and shaking her head. "You're insufferable," she says and blesses him with another soft smile, "looks like I don't have a choice. I have to teach you a lesson once again."
"We'll see about that."
"Yes, we will."
Yes. Tomorrow, he'll claim victory. Tomorrow, for sure. And the day after, and the one after that. Until they have to part ways in Brazil. He'd have to do something about this arrangement they have at some point, he knows. For right now, however, he'll make the most of the time he gets to spend with her.
Because he doesn't know how long it'll take before they see each other again or who is going to have to leave first. Probably him. As always.
Aaaaaand cut!
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