Erina watched Soma's face as he hovered over her, sweaty, flushed, his eyes avoiding hers as she laid frozen on his bed. She was breathing hard, her bountiful chest heaving as he worked to untwist her hands from the knotted dress that had helped to make the last forty minutes a torture for them both.

There was tension on his shoulders as he pulled the knot one by one, his usual playful gait, almost reckless, was nowhere in sight. It was like his usual goofy demeanor was camouflage, a pretense. Erina should have known from the beginning that he was no regular diner boy. Not just a plebeian like she liked to call him with, rough around the edges, uncomplicated, uneducated, and unworldly. Bullshit.

It was a lie. Once he took off his mask, nothing could ever prepare her for the real him emerging from the shadows. No wonder he had a gaggle of girls following him like a maiden cursed. He knew his way around a women and he knew it well.

Yukihira Soma had broken her and Erina didn't know what to do.

As she dealt with the wars in her head, Soma wasted no time to discard his trademark Yukihira's shirt aside and sits back down between her legs, casually running his calloused hands down the tops of her thighs, his wrists twisting as his hands circling her knees then back up in a slow, excruciating manner. His brows were furrowed as he looked at the contrast between their skin. Clearly something else is on his mind.

"What's wrong?" she asked with bated breath. "W-Why… why did you stop?"

Erina was painfully aware of the late afternoon air pooling around them, cooling the sweat and goosebumps forming on her body. He closed his eyes and inhaled deep, lips twisting into a smirk. Erina watched his chest move up and down, sinewy muscles rising and falling, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on his skin.

"Nothing, princess." He finally spoke, his voice low and breathy. "Just admiring the view."

And he didn't lie, Soma looked at her with so much hunger and want. His eyes were blazing, absolutely on fire now, burning bright like amber. He licked his bottom lip and in that moment, Erina immediately knew what he wanted – what he needed.

Erina pushed herself up, her hands behind her as she sucked in the corner of her lower lip, blinking slowly. Her hands moved to his chest before she sat up fully and pushed him down, slowly tumbling over with him, crushing to him as he landed on his back, his long legs spread slightly. She was on top now.

With trembling fingers, she ran her hands over his chest in gentle sweeping movements, massaging and kneading the muscle beneath. When Soma let out a rumble-like moan, she started kissing where her hands roamed, open-mouthed, leaving little trails of saliva cooling in the air. She worked her way down his chest, then his ribs, across his tight stomach, following the line of sparse dark red hair from his navel before tracing her fingers against the hem of his gray boxers. Slowly, she pulled the fabric down, sliding inch by inch as her tongue danced through the fine scrub. He lifted his hips slightly as she pulled it past the bulge that was too noticeable for him to even try to hide or even be embarrassed about.

Soma sucked in a slow breath as she freed his length from the constraint of his boxers, the cool shock of air causing him to stiffen even more. He must have seen the look of sheer delight when she looked at him for the first time, but she didn't care. Erina could hardly contain her glee, a slow wicked smile spread across her slightly parted lips as Soma snorted. If he didn't know, well, he knew now.

He propped himself up on his elbows, his eyes still fixated on her as she returned her ministration to the area just below his navel before resuming the downward journey of her slow kisses. And as she did, not even a second that her eyes left him, watching him watch her. It was turning her on as much as it was him, she thought.

As soon as she worked her way around the towering length she stopped, smiling up to him for a moment before her mouth parted slightly. She licked her bottom lip, her eyes telling him all he needed to know.

"Impressed, huh?" he asked with a small laugh.

Erina huffed. "Be grateful that you had something to be impressed about."

"Whatever you say, my queen." He grinned, his long fingers caressing her bottom lip sensually. "Now let me judge if that tongue of your really deserve its moniker."

She rolled her eyes. "So impatient, but fine."

Her mouth hovered above his hard length as she opened her lips and let her tongue taste him for the first time. "Hm," she hummed, giving another experimental lick. "Not bad, for a commoner."

Soma rolled his eyes teasingly, "Well, maybe this commoner ca—"

He jolted when her tongue suddenly bent all the way down as she took him into her mouth in one sweep of a movement, his hands coming up to latch themselves onto her hair in a tight grip. Closing her eyes, she began moving slowly, working her way up and then back down. Erina opened her eyes when she got to the top a second time before she stared right at Soma. Gone was the playful grin on his lips, now they were pressed together tightly, the muscles in his neck tight like steel cords, his eyes burning with so much want, so much desire. His breathing was labored, strained, like he was struggling. Erina smirked at the image.

Erina made another pass, slowly moving her tongue side to side as she went, her fingers playing softly underneath, feeling him begin to thicken more with every minute if that was even possible. She watched his head fall back and then pulled forward suddenly as he growled, low, menacing.

"Nakiri, you—" he hissed through clenched teeth as he sat up with a jolt, his hands grabbing her arms and pulling her to him, turning them over, his arms around her waist as he jammed a pillow under her. "Your game stop now."

Soma pulled her hips back, forcing her to her knees, and Erina heard him hiss again. This time there were no words, just a low, growling sound that reminded her of Kurokiba's berserk mode. When she thought he would never move, he pushed forward into her tight heat in one stoke. Erina closed her eyes and moaned. He started slow at first, gliding back and forth like he was on rails. Smooth, slipping in and out, making her feel like the whole world was spinning around them. Then he moved faster, leaning in as he pulled her hips back to him, breathing hard now.

"Shit, Erina," he groaned, moving even faster now, punctuating each thrust with a hard squeeze of his hands on her hips. "So fucking tight."

Erina tightened her walls in response, and he growled again before pulling out quickly, leaving her gasping at the sudden emptiness. Flipping her over and wrapping her legs around his waist, he drove into her again. His hands moved to her back, and he pulled her up, closer as she arched her back, her hands buried in his hair.

"You don't know what you're doing to me." He murmured.

Erina shook her head, her grip tightening even more. "S-Soma, please, I need—"

Heeding her request like a man starved, he slammed into her, his trust become reckless and wild and without control. Erina opened her eyes to look at him, a tiny, small whine bubbling behind her throat which accompanied his every thrust. His eyes were closed, his fingers flat on her back, bruising the flesh beneath, his brow furrowed. Soma was close, breathing loudly, a blast of hot air crashing into her with each exhalation. Erina closed her eyes again and let the waves overtake her, washing every inch of her, drowning her in ecstasy as if this were her first and last time at once. She was holding on so tight her ankles ached and her calves burned. No, her whole body was burning. So was her brain, or at least what's left of it. Erina was pretty sure that Soma had pretty much fucked it into mush by now, along with several other parts of her.

In a few heartbeats later, Erina heard a low, quiet rumbling and before she could process the sudden intense heat coiling in her stomach, Soma came, painting her inside white. Erina could hear her breath hitched in her lungs, short gasps that matched his grunts and spasms. They both opened their eyes at the same time, amber to amethyst, an equal desire for more was brewing in the depth of their gaze. Nothing was really registering, their minds and bodies numb as the euphoria slammed home, wave after wave, leaving nothing standing in its path. A total devastation.

Soma pulled her close, his chest heaving, and he wrapped his arms around her back, resting his forehead against hers. His hands ran up and down her lower back lightly, gliding on damp skin, smooth and cool. Erina knew she needed to say something, but it seemed that neither of them could find words sufficient enough. But deep down, she also knew there was no reason to. The heat between them, the electric hum of passion, the feel of slick skin against skin was a language on its own. Nothing was lost in translation.

Soma loosened his grip and pulled away slightly, a hand now moving to her face. He grasped her chin with his fingers across her cheek, dragging his thumb across her lower lip as he looked into her hazy eyes, his still burning embers, hot, glowing.

"Erina," Soma removed his thumb and grasped her face firmly. "Look at me."

Her chest rose and fell as she stared into his eyes, her mind soaking in the endorphins clouding her brain. Erina moaned at the almost raw lust she could feel bursting from him. Her lips parted slightly and his thumb slides inside, her mouth closing softly around it. She ran her tongue across the tip and his eyes lit up like blowing on a coal. Licking his own lips in turn, Soma opened his mouth to say something and then hesitated. He closed his eyes and twisted his neck sideways, slightly, as if he was trying to find the words. Erina knew the reason for the stutter-step, but for some reason she didn't find any reason to confront him about it.

Erina smiled knowingly, feeling him twitch violently, sliding against her thigh in the slippery mix of sweat and other body fluids. "What is it, Soma?"

"You—" he paused, breath hitching for a moment before he tried again. "You. Are. Mine." he said slowly, word by word a harsh whisper, his hand wrapping around her jaw. "Mine."

Her eyes didn't move from his. Couldn't. They didn't dare. He was in hunt-mode again, like he was staking his claim, she thought to herself when she felt the burn in her ass cheek where he'd sank in his teeth. Soma was branding her. She was his and his alone, and despite her stubbornness, her pride and ego Erina couldn't contradict it. She was his as much as he was hers and they both know it.

Erina nodded her head, blinking in slow motion as she bit into her lower lip. A deep, heaving inhale made her shudder, the cold air catching in her lungs. In reality it's the sheer intensity of emotion at this moment that caused her to tremble, that frightened her.

"Say it." he pressed against her, his hands moving lower on her back. His words were a beckoning as much as it was a warning. "Erina."

"I..." her breath caught which in turn made his grip tighten with every soft inhale, refusing to let go. "I am yours."

Soma groaned. "Again."

"I belong to you." Erina shifted her weight slightly. "Just you. No one else." she blinked again, still not moving her eyes. That answer prompted a slow smile to finally spread across his lips as his eyes softened.

"That's right." He murmured. "You're mine, Erina. My princess. My queen. Mine and only mine—no one else can have you."

"Yes. Yours." she whispered as he made a low, satisfied growl in his throat. He laid them down, side by side, still locked together, her head against his chest. In this position she could listen to his heartbeat. Soma reached down and pulled up the duvet from the tangle at the foot of the mattress, covering their nude body.

"Go to sleep." he said softly, the tension on his shoulders finally gone. His arms were tight around her, his leg thrown over hers, ensuring that even if she wanted to move from him, she couldn't. His breathing began to slow and she could feel every muscle in him start to relax. Erina could feel him surrendering to the comfort of the warmth, and she quietly followed. She felt warm from inside out, wrapped in a thick blanket of contentment, security, satisfaction.

Erina closed her eyes and took an inventory of sorts. Soft. Warm. Moist. Bristly. Heavy, and yet feathery. Too many adjectives to describe too many wonderful sensations. Her mind was awash in both kinds of afterglow - emotional as well as physical. In the short space of less than ninety minutes, Soma had shaken her resolve and removed any doubt as to her place in his world.

Another jolt from an aftershock caused her to flinch and he instinctively drew her tighter into his chest. Erina smiled, resigning herself to the knowledge that she was so easily brought down, razed in a matter of moment by waves of energy, a simple repetition of movements creating a force she could not withstand.

Only one – only one man alone has done this.

Erina tried to make herself go to the place where Soma had gone, but her mind wouldn't rest. She was both giddy and exhausted at the same time, remembering bits and pieces of what just happened, cataloging feelings and memories for future recall. The way his brilliant amber eyes danced as he peered over her knees were like molten gold. The smell of his hair as he buried his head in her neck. The pressure of his hips as they rocked into her ass over and over. The sound of his breath as it was caught in his chest when he started to come.

A smile breaks out on her face as she remembered what started it all.

"What're ya' grinnin' 'bout?" Soma voice says, voice hoarse, laden with sleep.

Erina closed her eyes and shook her head, knowing if she were to remind him, he would try to find that damn man who tried to flirt with her again before burying him with nothing but his iron ladle and sheer conviction.

"Nothing." She said, her smile widening. "Just remembering something."


We don't get enough Sorina smut in this app and I need to get this out of my systems. I hope you like it!