A/N: enjoy this absurd premise lol
Nino's sensitive attitude was sometimes an issue as sisters, but this fallout into leaving home and staying at Fuutarou's made Itsuki more fatigued than anything she'd ever done in her life. The rush of the day, to her luck, dwindled into a nice slumber by night. Resting on a futon with Raiha between her and Fuutarou, the red-haired girl couldn't have been more delighted when her drowsy eyes reopened to a buffet.
It's more ornate than any restaurant she'd ever been to as food connoisseur May. The walls are gilded and marble, essentially a long hallway with a near endless table full of food containers laid neatly out. Her eyes sparkle and mouth waters as she's standing in the middle, a fancy dining table with one seat behind her. Best of all, she was the only person in the restaurant with everything there for her taking alone. Dressed in a white lace dress with star adornments in her bright crimson locks, the gourmet quintuplet prepares to gather a meal.
"Haa... mhmm... all you can eat..."
Is she dreaming about a buffet or something? He thinks. In the real world, Fuutarou can't sleep. A myriad of future homework assignments and mentally reviewing the notes he took today, among the sisters' squabble and job as their tutor, keeps his mind active.
He focuses his attention on the murmurs by Itsuki as she shifts from side to side in the bed. Uncertain if she had any bizarre sleeping patterns like her Ichika, he watches in bewilderment as the girl rolls out of the blanket away from Raiha and nearly rises up to sleepwalk. Before she can, he's quick to action, goes to her side, and touches her shoulders. He shakes her through her red tracksuit.
Minutes later - seconds in real time, she amassed plates of food on her personal table. Strawberries, orange slices, yakisoba, pizza slices, and wagyu beef were among the ones that caught her fancy while browsing. The selection was a little odd for a buffet, but her palate didn't care - unnatural weight on her shoulders included.
Half-sitting, the sleeping girl simply holds up her hands and grabs Fuutarou's pants.
She was hungry, after all.
Clapping her hands and holding her utensils - disposable chopsticks by a golden fork, spoon, and knife, she speaks in a joyous tone.
"Alright, time to eat~!"
Hands still clinging onto Fuutarou, she drags him down to the floor in an unceremonious, somehow quiet drop.
"Itsuki?! Hey, Itsuki!" He whispered.
It felt like someone was calling her name, but that didn't make sense since no one was here. It was a dream anyway, albeit somewhat lucid, she told herself. She rips open the chopstick wrapping and then tears the two sticks apart, unknowingly undressing the boy.
Starving, drooling, she eyes the strawberries as healthy appetizers. In her mind, the best way to savor them was to suck on their tips before a soft suckle and licking their sweet juice. Picking them up with chopsticks was a habit she randomly had.
Articles of Fuutarou's clothes lay on the floor, essentially naked to Itsuki's delight. Her warm, clothed body tangles his limbs, straddled atop him, yet no action from tapping her to calling out her name ceased these movements. But in the darkness, her lips pucker as they kiss his left nipple, turning deep and wet as she suckles them. He flinches. An erection begins forming in his pants, which hardens at a light bite arousing his whole body. The loud noises of Eatsuki's salivating tongue going deeper absolutely engulfs his upper chest, causing a shiver throughout his body as well. His legs weaken as she overpowers him, finding it much harder to resist this ineluctable attack.
"C-Can you even hear me...?!"
The orange slices are delicious to suck on, and a deep moan from Fuutarou after a barrage to his right nipple subconsciously fills Itsuki's heart with indescribable satisfaction, satisfaction merely beginning foreplay. He can barely see her move back and forth with her tongue, up and down his chest, saliva turning chilly in the silence of night, as this mood intensifies. There's a couple or so she eats with ease, enjoying their citrusy mouthfeel bring Fuutarou's knees to their limit.
Chopsticks in hand, she takes a whiff of the nearby noodles. It's the steam, the exasperated breaths of the tutor as her head rises to meet his, that makes her dig in with a smile on her face. Greedily prying open his mouth, sloppy slurps unite the both of them in a kiss. Itsuki doesn't hesitate. Her boobs are seductive as they lay on his sensitive chest. Their tongues interlock, the quintuplet sucking on Fuutarou's so loudly and shamelessly it was the only sound in his hot red ears. From her closed eyes to lips, all he could really take in was her. Messy locks over his dumbfounded face seeing his classmate so enamored in him completely stops any attempt to wake her up.
"Sh... ohh... taa~tasthyy..." she mumbles, mouth full of his sweet, sweet taste and body soaked in his feverish scent, the two of them absolutely stuck on each other. Her somewhat chubby belly pushes on his erection, but muted sated giggles as her slurping continues thinks little of the sensation. She's in love with the umami flavor, in love with his repressed gasps making a dribbling mess out of their faces without even knowing it.
She pulls back - she's done with that large serving of yakisoba. Still, trails of his saliva over her agape, smirking mouth Fuutarou embarrasses when that just makes his penis even harder. Itsuki's eyes waver just a little bit, revealing those hazy baby blues reflect the moonlight shining on. Thankfully, the scarlet-haired girl has some scrumptious pizza and wagyu beef as the last main entree. Painted on her face was an expression of drooling glee as she picked up a slice, unaware that the pleasant dream she was having involved him as well.
Given the hot summer day at the buffet, however, Itsuki just had to put the junk food down to take off her lace dress. It's fine though, since a t-shirt and shorts manifested out of nowhere. Eating the pizza now ought to be less dirty is a thought of hers that, by the looks of what she did to Fuutarou, is not true.
Braless, fully nude minus the panties covering her aroused vagina, it's an absurd miracle that this deviancy is their first bout of young love. What happened to being just strangers, anyway? There's no time to answer that rhetorical question. She'd been simply standing there, chewing on nothing but his saliva, but now the quintuplet dove back to the boy. Her hands trace his thighs, sylphlike fingers moving up and down as she cuts the wagyu beef into sizable pieces, tingling Fuutarou's lower body with their softness. The prongs of the golden fork in her hand is as titillating as the cut nails marking his inner thigh skin.
The wagyu is just so delectable. How else could she say it? It was the biggest item from the buffet by far, in all of its meaty length. Even the bite-size cuts she made were dripping with spices, juices, and just about anything a chef could do to turn the highest quality of a beef into flavorful perfection. And, when her subconscious wanted a substitute, there was nothing better than the cock right in front of her.
A moment of clarity in this situation hit Fuutarou when those dainty hands grabbed his penis, but it was far too late. This was the best meat Itsuki ever had, and even if it was a dream, and she was going to enjoy it to the fullest. A droplet leaked from Itsuki's wide open mouth down to his member, but by the time it splashed, her lips wrapped on his cock with only one goal: fully satisfy her hunger.
"This is sooo good!" she squeals inside the restaurant as Fuutarou rolls his head back in unimaginable pleasure.
If the suction between her mouth and his earlier was trapping, this domestically violent meatbun monster was absolutely inescapable. His feet turn numb, hands tighten to pure white, and mouth quivers out moan after moan as the quintuplet devours his meat like it was the tastiest thing in the world. Her famished tongue wraps on his uncut frenulum, those sloppy sounds previously incomparable to this technique. Swallowing his dick whole, hot breaths by both clouding the midnight air as bubbles of cum from on his girth and her nose, with nothing but each lick descending Fuutarou further into ecstasy warps reality into a rosy dream. He grabs her head, lost in his own salacious hunger, and bobs her head up and down; her little ahoge follows. In the dream world, Itsuki's steak is dwindling by the seconds, but her head suddenly feels lightweight. She doesn't know what's going on, but she presses on, determined to have her fill. The steak's steaming, firm texture is mouthwatering. So is the spit and pitter-patter erupting from her deepthroating as what reverberates around the small room are carnal, juicy sounds. Her cute face, identical to her other sisters, is smeared in a myriad of their sweat, her saliva, and his musky pre-cum. The beef is finished now, and an inhalation of respite by Itsuki becomes a stifled moan that bubbles on his cock. While she thought the wagyu smell would dissipate, it remains. The pleasant aroma is stuck on her, mixed with light sweat, in juxtaposition to her soaked-in-sweat figure that replaced her scent with Fuutarou's own masculine fragrance.
The fellatio pauses for a few seconds in real time. For Fuutarou, her being stuck on his cock with not an ounce of movement was dragging him closer to ejaculation. He used her head like a personal fleshlight, having Itsuki choke on his girth, but it wasn't enough. He needed her.
"I can't... Itsuki...!"
The next set of dishes was dessert, obtained when she left her table and went to the end section of the long one. Cube-cut red velvet cakes and a vanilla ice cream cone were all she needed. With all her utensils used except the shiny gold spoon, she begins.
It looked so fucking dazzling, those six miniature cakes and their sandwiched layer of fine bread and cream filling, a cute side swirl with powdered sugar scattered and a small milk chocolate square tucked in at the top for the gourmet's joy, matched with an exquisite caramel cone bourbon vanilla scoop sprinkled with some warm white chocolate drizzle held upright by a gold stand all with the knowledge that this was a deep fantasy, likely to be forgotten in a few days after waking up -
She looked so fucking ravishing, sandwiched between him and his hard-on, as real as can be, already leaking milky pre-cum out from those kissable lips, that hypnotic sway of her swirly side hairs and cock-hungry bobbing, appetite as a gourmet completely engulfing him, and each warm and wet lick convulsing Fuutarou's member all at her mercy, one exquisite slip of her tongue away from filling her damp pussy of a mouth with drizzles of warm white cum, the quintuplet deep in her sleep with him hoping she'd wake up minutes ago -
- but they wanted this to last forever.
Itsuki reciprocates his rash desires, nibbling on his rich cock at the same time he uses her. Almost at a rhythm, the gulps of her sultry, inviting, velvety mouth are nearing Fuutarou's limits. When her dream form rubs her stomach in delight and she mimics it for him to see, the adorable-turned-naughty gesture is almost enough to make him lose. In this intoxicating, syrupy, cum-stained bliss, an addictive craving forms. He lets go of her head, the two of them basically collapsed laying on the floor by now. The little cakes are done with, but something in Itsuki's half-awake mind feels off. Why does she feel exposed despite having clothes on? Might as well wrap this up, she thinks, washing those questions away with vanilla ice cream. Holding it up horizontally to her mouth, she starts sucking on the entire scoop. It's cool, refreshing for the heat around her in the buffet. On Fuutarou's side, everything is burning with sexual passion. Her sugary kisses on his cock lead to tight noises out of the already erotic embrace, draining his balls and willpower, meeting his lecherous moans and countless calls to her name. He can feel the throbbing of his member deep in her as he finally unleashed his load, squinting at her closed, unaware eyes in anticipation.
"Yummy~!"
So chirps Itsuki in her head as Fuutarou shoots a monstrous, massive load of hot cum straight down her needy throat. Ropes of it flood everything inside Itsuki as her lapping of the fictional ice cream licks his real pearly white spunk. It takes several seconds, minutes to the boy, for these bursts of his seed to slow down. Ripples of pleasure leave him utterly worm, biting his lip to hold on. Whenever her tongue stops moving, foggy-colored, delicious semen collects. She's eating so much cum without a word, scarfing it down just as she did with fantasy foods, but the filling of her mouth isn't fake. Her licks, breathing, and consumption take in every single drop. She just doesn't stop, and it's a pure erogenous zone as he just keeps cumming until he can't. His length is still there, shaking at the release, the tip of it utterly sensitive and helpless to her unbeatable tongue. If he'd came on her face, just how would she look, covered in his messy essence mixed with her silky hair? He moans out her name, louder than the times before, the sensation of his used wet nipples and slick cock heightened at their climax.
"I... It-Itsuki! Itsuki!"
Her eyes are closed. Did this ice cream always have a salty tang and have so much viscosity? And why did she hear Fuutarou clearly call out her name? She thought about it for a moment, but kept sucking on her dessert.
... Is what she would have done, but her eyes open back to the apartment with her mouth on his erect dick, hot semen draping the insides of it. The fluid, deep in her throat, covering her tastebuds alongside the meaty aroma of his girth, overwhelming her senses, as real as the numerous layers of sweat on her body and shock of his face, was no dream.
"Uhueehh... shueghi-kunh...?!"
"You're finally awake...!"
Instinct and a gag reflex makes her jump back, freeing his saliva-coated cock. She coughs, looks down, and nearly screams at her naked body. Her mouth is sore, breath and nose overwhelmed by the aftermath of swallowing his raw meat, petrified by the strongest taste she'd ever indulged in: his succulent cum.
She does, though, hide her cleavage and scream at Fuutarou, who has nothing on. Raiha, meters away from them, starts to wake up. However, Fuutarou takes the initiative and drags her to the bathroom with their clothes in hand, and while they're wordless and flustered, the reality of the situation is far too bizarre to explain briefly. He's ridden in sweat, worn stamina-wise at losing his virginity like her, still dizzy from the entire counter. He gives her a moment to wash her face and mouth, cleaning himself and his conscience too, before choosing to break the silence once their clothes are back on.
"W... Would you believe me if I told you that you had sex with me while sleeping?"
He tells her everything, from start to finish, of how this event took place. By the end of his exhaustive speech, Itsuki understands with the reddest shade of blush on her visage and shares her dream in full detail, comparing notes.
"I... tried stopping you, but I got caught up in it. Honestly, I can't tell what the hell is wrong with me. Or you. How did you dream that up?"
"I don't know...!" she covers his face with her sweaty palms.
"Well, uh, don't tell your sisters about this."
"I-I-I won't!" is a rushed reply.
- Oh, but how she wished she could tell them that she tasted love for the first time.
A/N: remember ur table manners. food - mouth, not mouth - food. gordon ramsey is crying rn fr, just wrote a 4 michelin star story