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Warning: NSFW.

The Joy of Cooking

The smell of something delicious wafted down the doorway and greeted him as he stepped off the elevator. Kuon Hizuri, known to the rest of the world as Ren Tsuruga, smiled to himself. Truly, giving Kyoko the key to his apartment had been one of the best ideas he'd ever had—though really, this step only made sense. Kyoko had been coming over more and more often lately, especially now that they were doing…that. Though he truly hadn't minded picking her up for their dates, he had to concede the point when she pointed out that they couldn't always claim to have the same schedule. And he certainly didn't want her waiting outside in the cold like a stray cat.

They were still resolved on keeping their relationship secret, but all their close friends knew. And he was no longer fake-dating Kana. He was living the life of a fairytale prince, and he still couldn't believe his luck. Kyoko having a key to his apartment had unexpected side benefits, entirely unrelated to the convenience of having her come and go as she pleased. The most unexpected moments surprised him with their sweetness. Finding her toothbrush in his bathroom, for example, and her slippers by his door. Having her bring a change of clothes to put in his spare closet, and her favorite fruit in the fridge. Though she protested the fact that he was always buying her gifts, the fact that she was over more and more often meant even more opportunities to spoil her. Best of all were the nights when she got home early enough to make dinner. It was enough to almost make him hungry.

He bounded over the last few steps between the elevator and the door—he couldn't wait to see her. A kiss, a hug, the scent of her enveloping him—he was seconds away from that, and he fumbled with his key as he got to the door.

"Tadaima!" he called out, entering.

"O-o-kaeri," she replied.

Kuon paused. Kyoko sounded—shy. Hesitant? Terrified? It certainly wasn't the cheerful "okaeri!" he had learned to expect. Was something…wrong?

"Kyoko?" he asked, peering around the corner. Perhaps she'd had a bad day while shooting her latest drama.

And then he saw her, and everything was clear in an instant.

She was in the kitchen, with a wooden spoon in her hand. Her eyes were gazing intently at the wall above the sink, as if she was afraid to look at him. She was standing in front of a pot of whatever it was he'd smelled in the hallway…

And she was dressed in nothing but a frilly pink apron.

His mouth went dry. His eyes went wide, taking in the sight of her, observing the fact that she was wearing her normal fuzzy-panda slippers with it. Kyoko was an eager, if shy lover, one who learned very quickly. But this physical aspect of their love was still new. They were still getting to know this aspect of each other better and, well—

She'd blown his fucking mind.

Maybe in his wildest fantasies he'd thought about a naked Kyoko in his kitchen. Maybe.

But the apron—holy shit—it was the apron that melted down his brain into its absolute base components. It was a novel touch, something only Kyoko would ever think to do. It was so cute and yet so fucking hot—

Fuck. The sight of her had him hard instantly.

Technically that thing covered everything—those delicious nipples of hers weren't visible, and neither were her nether regions. But while it covered those…bits…of hers strategically, it also left the curves of her nubile body entirely visible. He could see how the apron's straps strained against her waist where she'd tied them in a bow. He saw how the straps going around her neck only covered her nipples but left the rest of those tantalizing breasts visible to him. He could see the line of her leg continue unbroken from her ankle to the swell of her hips and then upwards and inwards, curving towards her slender waist. He could see the barest hint of the crease between her thigh and her pelvis. All it would take was one tug on the bow behind her and it would come free…and then all of her body would be available to him.

She saw him looking and then uttered a half-strangled squeal before turning a shade of red so vibrant he was surprised steam wasn't coming out of her ears. She pulled down the hem of the apron, only to realize that doing so exposed the very top of her areolae to his view, and then attempted to turn and around to hide them before realizing that there was nothing hiding her pert little ass—which made her turn around again to face him in a panic.

Her embarrassed eyes flashed gold and in a second, he was a hair's breadth away from her, pinning her between his body and the counter. She had begun to pant. Kyoko looked into his eyes just then and squeaked as she saw the Emperor staring down at her. "I—I thought—"

She stopped, turned even redder, and held onto her wooden spoon for dear life.

"Yes?" he growled.

"I…umm…" She blinked helplessly, her tongue refusing to move in her mouth.

He grinned at her. Her reaction to his gaze told him that she was desperately turned on. He marveled at her—at her boldness, at her initiative, to do something so unapologetically sexual—

He plucked the wooden spoon from unresisting fingers, and before she could say another word, crushed her mouth with his own. She melted into his arms as he lifted her up onto the counter—the slippers fell off her feet as she squirmed against him. And then he had her lock her ankles around him before he lifted her again up and out of the kitchen. She expected him to take her to his bed; instead, he sat down on the couch. She found herself straddling him, her naked pussy open against the fabric of his pants as he leaned back.

She looked at him, puzzled.

He smirked at her. "To what do I owe this pleasure, Kyoko?" he asked.

"I—I—" He gave her a peck on the curve of her neck and then nuzzled her, encouraging her to keep talking.

He waited patiently as she fought through her native shyness. His hands began roving up and down her body, down to her calves and then up to her back, exploring upwards underneath her apron to tease at the nipples so cleverly hidden by the straps.

She arched backwards as he casually pushed the apron to the side and took a nipple into his mouth. "Mmm—ahh—" she moaned. She grabbed at his shirt as he circled the nipple with his tongue and then sucked it in. "I…wanted you…" she said, in a near whisper.

He felt his cock jerk in response. But the words seemed to open a floodgate. "I…thought…maybe…if I did something…sexy you…would want me too…" She was beginning to move her hips against him, seeking her pleasure. But he let her nipple go, only to place his hands on her hips and hold them still. Once she stopped moving, his hands came down to her ass, and cupped a globe in each palm. She leaned forward, placing her hands on his shoulders to keep her balance.

Silly Kyoko. He always wanted her. More often than not he resisted his own desire to have her, to take her over and over again. He was afraid he'd hurt her—he never wanted to put her in a position where she felt pressure to give in to him, or to push her so hard she'd be sore. There were days when he was nearly out of his mind with lust for her—but his love far outweighed that lust, and he refused to jeopardize what they had for the world. And so he controlled himself, feeling fortunate that he could have her at all.

He kneaded her flesh as she squirmed against him and he let out a small laugh. "I want you all the time," he told her. "All you needed to do was ask." He licked her neck before sucking her skin into his mouth. "But I'm not complaining," he said. "Who knew my Kyoko could look so hot in this apron?" He grinned at her. "If I had my way, I'd never let you leave my bed, and you would spend every single day with my cum leaking out of you."

She moaned at the thought, but he wasn't done. "Is that what you want, love?" he asked. She was beginning to pant against him, nuzzling at his neck now—her little hands were shaking but she was pulling at his shirt. "Is that why I came home to this?"

She made the smallest of mewls as his finger twiddled her nipple gently.

"Tell me more," he said. He leaned back and allowed her to untuck his shirt from his pants. His large hands came around to her hips and he held her steady against him; her fingers were fumbling at his shirt buttons. "Tell me what you were thinking of when you decided to do this…"

She breathed in and trembled as she spoke. "I…was thinking about how your…umm…"

"Cock," he said.

"Cock," she repeated, "How it…stretches me…"

She'd managed to get all of his shirt buttons undone, and now he was sitting under her with his muscled torso exposed. He grinned as she placed a hand on him—and kept grinning as it wandered down his body. She was so cute, fumbling at his belt buckle, and again he felt how terribly lucky he was, to feel how Kyoko lusted after him.

Her hips were beginning to grind, but still he kept her immobile. He obliged her by unbuttoning his pants, but didn't indulge her further by taking his clothing off. She was suspended over him, unable to hump against his firm body or touch his hard cock. "Mmhmm" he said. She moaned in frustration and then gasped as both of his hands began gliding along her inner thighs. He stopped for a second and stretched the span of his hands to part her outer lips gently with his thumbs. He stared at the obvious moisture leaking from her and then proceeded to trace the outline of her vulva using just the lightest of touches. She strangled a moan as she felt herself open for him—the feel of him just grazing her flesh with the pads of his fingers was maddening. "Stretches your what, Kyoko? What does it stretch?"

"My—my…" She stopped, choking on the word again. She knew what word he wanted her to use, but it felt so filthy.

"You want me to stretch this, right?" he asked. He touched just the outline of her slit and found his finger coated in her wetness. "This is your cunt," he finished. "Or pussy."

She whimpered, writhing in an effort to stop the desperate need, but she was frustrated—so very frustrated. He was discovering a wicked glee in hearing that polite voice of hers saying filthy words to him. He wanted her to submit to him—to give herself to him, and before tonight, he hadn't even known he'd wanted that. He looked at her and waited, stroking her ever so lightly. He didn't try to enter her, refused to add any pressure to his touches. He knew he was torturing her like this—the fact that she was so wet was testament enough to her desire.

Kyoko's eyes were glazing. "I want your…cock…in my pussy…" she moaned. His finger found her clit and started drawing gentle circles around it.

"Ah—!" she said, and bucked against him. But his fingers didn't move any faster. Instead, they circled her clit in an unhurried pace. He was refusing to give her satisfaction, and the sheer need for him made her want to cry out and throw a tantrum in frustration. As if impervious to her desire, though, those infuriating fingers of his drifted downwards along her slit to gather the wetness seeping from her.

He looked her in the eyes as he sucked his Kyoko-covered fingers into his mouth.

She squirmed against him as he slowly undid the little bow that held her apron in place, and then with a flick of his arm, he'd taken it over her head and flung it onto the floor. "So beautiful," he murmured. He left her aching pussy quivering for his touch as his hands stroked up and down her body instead. She was arched over him like an offering, her legs parted on either side of his hips as he kept himself still on their couch.

"Mmmm," she said, as a hand clutched at her hip. He held her steady as his other hand caressed her mons—and this time he didn't stop outside.

"Ungh…Kuon—" she moaned—a single finger was inside her, curling to find the bundle of nerves within. But he had coupled that entrance with his mouth on her nipples, and she was trembling on her knees.

"Yes, Kyoko?" he asked. She felt him breathe the words out on her skin. He was alternating between her nipples as her pelvis rolled towards him. "What is it?"

A second finger joined his first and now she was feeling full—but not full enough—

"Please—please—I need you—I need you—"

"Do you?" he asked. Abruptly he stopped thrusting his fingers inside of her and she whimpered in utter frustration.

He held her gaze while she felt his hands undo his fly—he kept her staring into his eyes as he wriggled off his pants and his boxer briefs, and when he had flung them off, he held his hard cock upwards with a fist.

"Then you had better take what you need," he said.

Kyoko let out a long breath, feeling the heat from his body. She felt him, just an inch or so away from her leaking pussy, and when she looked down, she saw how hard he was for her.

"How?" she asked.

He showed her without words, thrusting upwards slightly until the head of his cock grazed at her folds. "Mmmm," she said. He lodged his cock at her entrance and then stayed utterly still.

"Take what you need, Kyoko," he told her. She paused, her heart racing. Every other time before, he'd entered her. He'd thrust into her and she'd been the willing receptacle for his cock. But now, she realized, she would be taking him.

Hesitantly, she moved herself downwards. He was wide as well as long, and she felt his head distend the lips of her pussy as she moved. This was what she'd done this for—this feeling. He was stretching her…filling her…satisfying the need that had kept her distracted all day but also stoking her lust. What kind of lewd woman was she, to crave this so much?

Kuon kept himself from moaning at her long, slow descent. He wanted her to take her pleasure this time—wanted her to know that she was always within her rights to use him like this. She hesitated, moaned, and then moved downwards onto him, and when his entire cock was encased inside her velvet heat, they both groaned.

She was so tight he was worried he wouldn't last very long—he could feel her walls pulsing and moving against him, her wetness beginning to coat his balls. "Kuoonn," she groaned. To his surprise, her arms came around his neck and she kissed him. Her tongue was insistent on his lips and he didn't protest when she entered his mouth. The feel of it was electrifying—being encased in her liquid warmth, kissing her, holding her flush against him as her fingers ran through his hair—all of it would have been enough to drive him to absolute distraction. It was the closest he could ever come to melting into her, and he couldn't get enough. He was determined to hold on as long as he could, but then she began to move her hips against him and he nearly lost it.

He kept his hands on her hips, guiding her until she didn't need guidance anymore. Their pace quickened as a matter of course—her body knew what it wanted, what it needed, and he was simply along for the ride. His hips drove upwards according to her rhythm; she rode him hard, taking his entire length and considerable girth in her tender little pussy. He stopped worrying about hurting her and held onto her tight—his hands gripped her tight as their pace increased. She cried out when he bit into her neck, whimpered as her body grew slick with sweat. He thrust upwards, losing himself in the feel of her cunt. The sounds of their bodies coming together filled his condo—she stopped trying to control the moans and whimpers coming out of her mouth. "Louder, love," he told her, and gripped her harder. She cried out and rode him, and when he felt her pussy begin to spasm, he thrust upwards as far as he could and emptied himself into her.

Aftershocks kept her legs trembling as she snuggled into him. He let her lounge on him, enjoying the warmth of her body. He was a mess—his shirt unbuttoned but still on, his pants halfway down his legs. She was fully naked, and quickly becoming aware that he was still quite hard inside her.

He laughed at the expression on her face. "Yes, love, it happens," he said. He kissed her again, gratified at the ease with which she took his tongue in her mouth. He wanted more, but he wasn't going to press her for it, especially not after she'd cum so prettily on his cock.

But she rose up and off of him, aware of how his cum leaked out of her pussy. His cock slid out of her but jutted up and off of his body obscenely, and she took the opportunity to strip off his pants, his socks and his shirt. He stayed seated on the couch, looking up at her with a lazy smirk. He reached for her hips, wanting her on his lap, but she surprised him.

Kyoko descended to her knees between his legs.

Shyly, she looked up at him. "I'm sorry, Kuon," she said. "I…just…want to taste you…"

Before he could say a word, she had his cock inside her mouth, taking as much of him inside her as she could. She tasted his cum and her own pussy, bobbing up and down, laving his head and the hard ridge underneath with her tongue. He arched upwards into her mouth and then laced his fingers through her hair.

"Fuck," he said. Gold eyes looked up at him, filled with lust. He didn't know what possessed him to thrust further into her mouth, but he did—he fucked her mouth, feeling her gag on his cock. He almost lost control when he realized she was touching herself, using her dainty little fingers to play with her clit as she sucked him.

"Enough," he said, and pushed her off of him. For a second she looked disappointed—but only for so long as it took him to grab her up off her feet and then flip her bodily onto the couch's arm. It was enough to knock the breath out of her body.

She was bent over in front of him—he ran his hands over the smooth expanse of her back and the swell of her ass. She whimpered as she rubbed her thighs together, craving him. He understood, the animal part of him responding to her heat. He kicked her legs apart and positioned his cock at her entrance, noting how his cum was still leaking out of her pussy. He had never been so rough with her, but the evening's events had driven him to this. "Do you want this?" he asked.

"Yesssss," she hissed. "Please, Kuon," she moaned, "please…"

He entered her with a roar, plunging all the way into her in one go. He pulled her arms behind her with his hands and fucked her, thrusting into her without restraint or pause. He could see how her flesh shook as he pushed into her. Her voice rose as she shook underneath him, helpless under the onslaught. "You…make…me…crazy," he panted. "You…fuck…Kyoko…my…girl…"

"Cum inside me," she said, "Please, Kuon—"

He let go of her hands and she used her freedom to leverage her body against the sofa, thrusting back into him with such force that their bodies slapped together. He took a hand and found her clit, stroking her as he fucked faster and faster into her pussy. She saw stars as she squirted out, and her clenching pussy brought on his own orgasm.

This time, it was him who trembled in the aftermath.

He fell to the floor, leaning against the couch. She crawled onto his lap, looking into his eyes shyly.

She was blushing. "Was it—was it too much, Kuon?"

He laughed, bringing her face close to his and kissing her kips softly. "Never," he said. "And if you want more, I'll be ready again in a few minutes."

"I thought…maybe it might be too much—I did some..umm…research…"

The thought of her doing research had him thinking it would be less than a few minutes. His cock twitched against her leg. "Research?" he asked.

"Well…umm…you know…"

"Hmm?" he asked.

"I wanted to please you," she said.

"You always please me," he responded. "And if you ever want more, you can always have more." Sheepishly, he said, "I don't want to hurt you. Or pressure you in any way—"

"Did you mean what you said?" she asked. She was blushing again—lobster Kyoko, with steam coming out of her ears. "About…never letting me leave your bed…"

He grinned. His cock was fully hard again. "Oh yes," he said. "I would tie you down with your legs open and fill you over and over again—"

She moaned in open desire and he tilted her face upwards so he could kiss her.

"You…want that?" he asked, hesitating.

She couldn't meet his eyes. The answer, when it came out, was whispered into the air between them. "Yes," she said. As her courage rose, she asked "Have you—have you been holding back with me?"

He held her even closer. "A little," he admitted. "I didn't want to scare you off."

"Don't hold back," she said. "Please."

The smile he gave her this time was one she hadn't seen before—the brilliant, joyful one matched to his Emperor.

They were kissing again when she gave a little jolt—

"Oh no!" she said, and jumped up and off his lap. "I was cooking—"

He got up too, his legs still shaking. He followed her into the kitchen, watching as she checked the stew. Kyoko was still Kyoko, giving him whiplash—a succubus one moment, his wifey the next.

"Oh—thank goodness," she said with relief. "It hasn't gotten too dehydrated. Or burned."

She was holding out the wooden spoon for him to taste. "Mmm," he said. "What is it?"

"Boeuf bourguignon," she responded. "I got the recipe from The Joy of Cooking."

He let her bully him into setting up the table as she plated their dinner. He figured he had the rest of the evening to fulfill the rest of her request.

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