All in attendance of Tootsuki's annual Gala this year had seen the obnoxious ring on Nakiri Erina's finger and they all knew what it represented.
This attention-grabbing, diamond-coated ring with the color of burning citrine symbolized that someone was brave – or perhaps stupid – enough to put a brand on the reigning queen of the gourmet world and her letting them to do so. At first, there was initially a lot of intrigue about the other half as they were seemingly sequestered away at every chance possible, but after a month of wondering, the answer came with a man with fiery red hair who'd accompanied her with a bright, almost cocky grin at the opening of Tootsuki's newest branch in Zurich. There was a matching band on his ring finger, a small but beautiful shade of amethyst carved in the middle, and now the mystery man was no longer a mystery and soon enough everyone in the culinary world got the memo that Nakiri Erina was very much taken.
Well, everyone but Tsukasa Eishi, it seemed.
He, who was currently standing with Nene after their date of the evening ditched them for a culinary tour at the buffet table, asked; "Tell me I'm not hallucinating?"
Nene snorted, half amused and half wondering what the hell he was even doing in Japan. She thought the former first seat would never step his feet on Japan's soil again after his sudden departure five years ago, let alone attending one of the many Galas Tootsuki held. As the most anticipated couple of their generation finally took their seat as inconspicuously as possible at the VIP section, she could see the former first seat burning with questions and not all of them were good questions; anyone with functioning eyes would have known after seeing that pinched, almost constipated expression plastered all over his face, truly.
"No, your eyes are functioning fine." She said with 'Oh boy, I have news for you.' tone which he very much hated.
Eishi found himself unable to stop staring, his imagination going haywire. The tight, black dress were defining and left a lot on view, and yet Erina looked every inch the ice queen that she was. She was sitting with her legs crossed together, giving a glimpse of her milky white thighs and was that a garter belt he saw? He gulped when Erina turned to the plate of dessert on her lap before savoring it in such a way that most men would have adjusted their shorts.
From beside him, Nene hissed, "Stop checking her out."
Eishi immediately denied it. "I wasn't checking her out."
They moved off to the chairs but stayed standing but Nene still wouldn't let the issue drop, "You were checking her out."
"I wasn't." He pouted.
The former sixth seat did not look impressed, "Yes you were."
"Fine I was, now shut up."
Eishi missed the days where an order like that was followed. Nene was so much cuter back when she hadn't gotten together with that regenerate Isshiki.
"Your fiancé is a bad influence for you." He pointed out.
Nene pretended to play deaf, and if she pinched his side a little bit too hard to stop his staring – no one said a thing. "Shut. Up." She hissed, "And stop staring for god's sake."
"Well," Eishi murmured when it finally dawned on him. "Fuck me. They're dating?"
Hearing the dejected tone, even Nene didn't have it in her to tell him the truth, but then again she knew it's better to rip the band aid off before it was too late.
"Maybe you should go and talk to her, put the ghosts to rest." she suggested as casually as possible. Their brief love affair was a tragic clusterfuck and when it went down it dragged the entire elite ten – no, the entire student body – along with it. She wouldn't let the situation degenerate even more lest it festered and turn into a fucking tumor for all they knew and exploded into their face. Again.
They made their way over to the bench occupied by Erina and his companion as naturally as they could – though it was pretty much impossible considering the pair forced countenance and nervous gait. It looked like said companion had been in a world of his own because he hadn't noticed their approach until they were almost near him, unlike Erina. To his annoyance, the blond didn't blink or even look startled – instead she had a polite smile; one that wouldn't quite be right considering how well they'd known each other once.
"Kinokuni-senpai, Tsukasa-senpai." She greeted evenly, and it diverted her companion's attention to them. Eishi could see the look of thinly veiled interest, that little tidbit sparked as he sat down on the plush chair across the pair, and deliberately stayed cool. Eishi knew he needed to discard his usual cowardly persona where the Nakiri scion was concerned, so he casually sprawled, looking at ease with his surroundings. "It's nice to see you. Did you come together?"
"No," Eishi smiled charmingly. "Kinokuni is with Satoshi and I came with my girlfriend, they're around."
He lied, he came here with his bestfriend Rindo after their long stint overseas, but they didn't have to know that. He watched Erina eagerly, interested in seeing the beautiful princess' reaction to this news but find none. She was still an expert at hiding her emotions.
"Well, that's good." Erina just smiled courteously as she leaned closer to the man beside her, "I'm happy for you."
She played it oh-so-innocently, but Eishi was smart enough to know that he couldn't react to this; Erina was clearly testing him and Eishi was never good at failing. If he wanted to start getting her attention – then it would start from now. But before he could say anything though, Erina gestured to the man beside her, "Anyway, you already know my date, don't you?"
"Yo," The said date saluted with a grin, and Eishi thought that must be how a shark smiled before it found its dinner. Almost as if to prove a point, he tightened his arm around Erina's slim waist, pulling her even closer, almost dragging her across his lap. The message was clear; she's mine, back off. "Nene-senpai, how's the preparation? I'm so anticipating the menus for the reception so please don't call off the weeding yet." He said jokingly before turning to Eishi. "And you, senpai? Done galivanting the world yet? How's Rindo-senpai? You both still tight?"
Eishi would have had to be blind to miss the flash of disdain in his eyes, so he just smiled magnanimously and answered his barrage of questions as casually as possible. When Nene took the bait and began to bicker with the redhead, he stared at the man with a newfound respect. In many ways, it's hard not to – the sheer, brash cockiness was enticing, if not familiar. It really had been years, wasn't it?
"So, how long this been going?" He began after a few minutes of pleasantries, eyes focusing on Erina's pretty eyes before moving to a pair of sharp amber eyes. Without steering his eyes, he went for the punch. "And, well, did he know, Erina?"
He purposely left the question ambiguous, wanting to entice some kind of response from the blond and it worked. Erina got defensive, and got the digs in first, "He knows everything."
Whew. That was not what he expected, and it kind of hurting his feelings. "He knows everything?" he seethed, failing to hide his sour mood.
"Senpai." There was a warning from his left from Nene, but he ignored it.
"Why couldn't he?" she said offhandedly. "After all he's going to be my husband, soon."
With that sentence and by the way Nene shifted uncomfortably beside him, he knew that she was telling the truth. Eishi felt his heart skip a beat as he digested the bomb she'd dropped on him. It was only then he noticed the matching band around their fingers, a pair of beautifully carved diamonds which matched each other's eyes – the message was clear.
His heart dropped into his stomach and he blurted a question without thinking; "Why him?"
Erina glared and he was too shocked to see such a look being directed at him that he knocked back the last of his champagne on his hand. Thankfully it didn't spill, and he turned back to stare directly at her only to catch another glare being aimed his way. It was glacial, and Eishi felt the room's temperature drop ten degrees, if only in his mind. The greatest irony was it didn't come from Erina but rather her red-haired companion. It looked like she had found someone that was dangerous in his own right, and it would not be wise to challenge him.
"Why, you ask?" Erina repeated, sounding like she didn't believe her ears. "You—"
"Erina, hey," a hand sneaked around her waist, "Calm down, princess."
Erina had been pissed enough that she lost her cool for a moment, but as she melted against her companion's side she immediately calmed down. Well aware of Erina's breathtaking anger management issues, Eishi saw no reason to wave a red flag in front of the bull and stayed silent.
"You want to know? Fine, I'll tell you." she said between gritted teeth. "Unlike someone, he actually took time to understand me and my burdens and helped me. Unlike someone, when things went shit and we got problems we needed to face, he didn't go behind my back to solve it, pretending he was on my side when he's actually not before stabbing me in the back.'" Erina took a ragged breath like she'd kept some of this close to her chest for a long time. And in truth maybe she didn't realize how badly she wanted to say it, but Eishi sure did. "And unlike someone, he had the courage to tell me the truth and instead of hurting each other we worked it out."
She sighed then, smiling softly at her date when he squeezed her waist in quiet reassurance. It was the type of subtle affection that suggested a comfortable intimacy and even when they were together – she never did that with him. He wasn't even feeling angry right now, in truth he just felt ashamed to even show his face in front of her. Well that, and guilty. What the fuck was wrong with him? Where did he have the audacity to even try to even think about getting her back? Eishi wanted to blame it on the alcohol but he knew it was all him – and his pride.
Still, he knew his guilt would have to wait. He took a deep breath and surprised the hell out of all of them by taking a softer route.
"Are you happy with him?" he asked gently. All the malice and passive-aggressiveness gone, leaving a weak, brittle smile in place.
Erina smiled and Eishi remembered exactly why he had fallen for her. Fuck, she was really beautiful. "Yes, I am."
"Don't worry senpais." That was a cue for the man beside to plant a sweet kiss on her cheek. "I know how to keep my queen happy, and I promise to make sure she stays that way for the rest of our life."
His sheer confidence astounded Eishi, and he could see the sheer magnetism on show. It was the type of personality that would have complimented Erina unlike his own. However, he was also aware of just how dangerous this type of gravity was and hoped that she wouldn't get burned twice. God knows her heart had gone through enough abuse to last for a lifetime.
"Of course," Eishi forced another smile. "Well, when is the wedding?"
They looked at each other and shrugged.
"Dunno. Maybe next week? We'll make sure to get you the best seat though!" The red-haired man answered cheerily. He had the most innocent look on his face, all boyish charm and innocent grin coming in full force, but Eishi knew better. Despite his resignation, he really wanted to smack the smug look on his face once, but he wasn't stupid; Erina would kill him. Besides Nene hadn't stopped pinching his side and if this continued, he's going to end up with bruises.
"W-Well, it's nice to chat with you both. See you around Erina," He said amicably, then through gritted teeth, "Yukihira."
Eishi chose to ignore the 'Not fucking likely, bastard.' he heard as Nene dragged him away.
Soma watched as they got farther and farther and somehow, he looked more relaxed than he had in a long time.
"So, that was interesting huh?"
Erina quirked an eyebrow, but Soma just smirked and put his arm around Erina's waist in a casual manner but both of them knew better. Soma could be a jealous bastard, and if Erina wasn't playing her part—well, she could see herself walking around funny for a while; too bad the Gala had to come first with. She was kind of looking forward to it.
Erina squirmed when his hand began to venture lower, "Keep doing that Lover Boy and you're banned from kissing me for a week."
Soma pouted, "Oh come on, have mercy on me? I need it after facing that ex of yours."
Anyone would think he was playing with fire, but Soma knew differently. His fiancée sighed and after grumbling some insults under her breath, she relaxed under his touch and let him do whatever he wanted. Soma didn't lie, though; he was pleased to see that Erina was only treating Eishi as an acquittance, but it wasn't enough. He needed to touch her to make sure that she was still with him – still his. The strength of his possessive feelings surprised him, but he knew one thing - from now on, if he saw that ugly mug in front of them again, then he'd killed him, no question asked.
"Do you know what will make this night better, my dearest queen?" he asked when an idea popped into his mind.
Erina knew there was more than one trap in that question, so she kept her answer short and sweet. "Do your worst."
Soma seemed pleased with her answer and grinned, "Good, follow my lead."
As they stood up, Soma made sure to grab Erina for a quick kiss, for no other reason than he could. Oh, and it had the added bonus of pissing off the seething silver-haired which hadn't stopped staring at them and the others as well – simple pleasures and all that jazz. He'd seen the jealous looks that many of the men around them was throwing him. Soma would send a message here as well. Plus, he knew full who well those people were, and he'd be damned if he wouldn't show them off. When the stare intensified instead of waning off after their kiss, Soma briefly entertained taking Erina right there and then, but he wasn't the type to share, so he settled with a tame, totally PG, solution instead.
"If you excuse us." He said in a flair of dramatics as he dragged her to the dance floor. "I owe this beautiful lady here a dance."
Excitement ran through the crowds; some couldn't believe they would be watching the resident power couple of the culinary world dance in person. And when they glided gracefully across the ballroom gasps simultaneously ran through the crowd. The chemistry between the pair was always visible, but when they danced it became tangible. It was like it became something physical that people tried to touch, if only so that they could have a small piece for themselves.
Everyone was mesmerized by the performance, but the famous couple only had eyes for each other.
Eishi was gulping down his fifth glass of vodka before Rindo finally walked up to him, "Heyyyy, sorry for the wait!"
He looked a little down. Rindo thought if she dragged him along on her culinary tour at the crowded buffet then there would be a reason for this kicked-puppy look, but she hadn't, had she? She went alone for God's sake!
"So, care to tell me what got you like this?" Rindo asked, the noise from the music obscuring their conversation.
Eishi was still tongue tied so he decided that seeing was believing, so he angled Rindo around so her sight could capture the VIP area. He managed to do it just in time to catch a very passionate clinch between Erina and her other half. Erina was standing between the man legs, and the man, whoever he was, was cleary not in the least bit self-conscious and clearly didn't mind the stares they got as he pulled Erina onto his lap with one arm while the other was tracing patterns across her exposed back. All of these actions by the man were done so casually that one might not even notice the possessiveness of them.
When he suddenly stood, Rindo can admit that the other half was tall; gorgeous; fashionably dressed - all the things that you'd expect a partner of Erina's to be—except one thing.
The man's hair was red.
Not that dying hair was a crime, and forgetting the fact that she's pretty sure that the man's hair was one-hundred percent natural like her own, it was the sight of who it did belong which surprised her.
Rindo whistled, "Interesting. How long has that been going on?"
Eishi shrugged and gulped another shot. "Long enough for them to get engaged, I guess.
"Why we're not invited?" she said with an exaggerated pout. "You I can understand – sorry but you're a bastard – but me? I'm like their favorite senpai ever. How rude!"
"True," he mused, condescending. "Maybe the invitation was buried somewhere considering your black hole of an email. Plus, the fact that we've been living in a stranded island or some remote village for the past five years didn't help either."
"Still rude! Argh, I'm so mad that I missed it, I mean imagine the food we could find there?" Rindo perked up and started salivating. "But hey there's still the wedding reception, right? We should stay in Japan just in case—"
Eishi let out a tiny curse, which caused Rindo to look over his shoulder. It was caused by a very visual display of lust with what she sensed was an underlying affection. The man had pulled Erina down into a passionate kiss and the Nakiri scion had not protested even a bit. She accepted the chaste kiss with stride, and it surprised her, Erina wasn't the public-affection type of woman. Rindo looked around the ballroom, even more surprised that no one reacted to the kiss except for the staring which hadn't subsided. It seemed like this was not a new thing or anything out of the ordinary.
"Damn," Rindo grinned. "Nakiri got it bad, don't you think?"
Their eyes followed the pair as they walked towards the small door located at the back and they were not the only one. Unexpected but expected; they certainly made quite the handsome couple, gorgeous, successful, and judging by the way everyone's staring after their disappearing back with open admiration, well respected too.
"Both of them got it bad." Eishi said solemnly. "I mean, Yukihira was about to bite my head off just minutes ago. Guess there's no chance for me, huh?"
Rindo's eyes widened so wide it's a wonder they didn't fall off their sockets. "What the fuck, you had the guts to approach your ex when she's with her new beau? Are you dumb? What happened? Did she clobber you? Did he? Spill!"
Eishi sighed, resigning himself to a round of brutal shaming. "Well—"
In the VIP section there was one very amused said ex standing between her fiancé' legs as he wrapped his arms possessively around her waist, tracing pattern on her exposed back.
"You're doing that again." Erina scolded him.
Soma frowned as he pulled the blond closer, "What did I do this time?"
"Nothing new, just you being a possessive shit." She explained as she nibbled Soma's ear in a way that she knew drove Soma wild.
"So? Not my fault that they won't stop staring. I though the dance was enough to deter them but assholes gonna be assholes I guess." Soma may hide it behind layers of natural goofiness but in truth he was still irked from their last confrontation. He was a possessive son of a bitch and that wasn't news. It wasn't like Erina hadn't known that when she'd agreed to go out with him. And more, Erina wasn't stupid and knew that if she didn't distract Soma then he was likely to cause someone significant harm. Soma pulled her closer by her hips until she fell onto his lap, letting Erina feel how appreciative of her he was.
"Is that so?" she hummed. "Do you want to what this calls for?"
Soma looked at his fiancée with intrigue showing. She looked like an angel with her pinned-up blonde hair and glitter on her eyes, but the sinful backless dress she wore and devilish glint in her eyes suggested otherwise.
Don't get him wrong, he loved this side of Erina, but it was not one that was often shown in public. Soma had been surprised tonight when she accepted his kiss without threatening him bodily harm first. She had always struggled with public displays of affection; she never left Soma doubting of her affections and would put up with his possessive displays but she never one to sort them. For the first month after them being official, Erina had started to accompany Soma on a few of his trips overseas – he was a clingy bastard, all right – some of his associates had questions about where Soma had found such a beautiful, if not deadly, business partner. Even after they got engaged, it was still hard to get her to loosen up. It seemed that now Erina was content or happy enough to express true herself in the open. If that was the case, then this was a day to be remembered.
"Tell me your thoughts." He murmured into her neck, peppering kisses along her perfect jawline. Did she know he would do anything for her?
"I say we get out of here while they're too busy gawking after that stunt you pulled." Erina had a downright wicked smirk that could have sent anyone sane running, and Soma was many things - sane was not one of them. He grinned at the idea. They always had a great amount of fun in how they could trick the paparazzi and lose their tails. In the recent years, it had involved wigs, full disguises, and decoy cars. This time it had involved only the last.
Soma reluctantly let Erina slide off his lap, "Let's go."
Erina accepted the hand up, totally unconcerned with her slightly ruffled appearance and casually walked hand in hand with Soma towards the private exit only a few had access to. When they reached the Porsche they had planned to escape with, Soma couldn't resist pressing Erina up against the hood. She moaned and writhed against him, wanting friction for his raging hard on. Soma loved how uninhibited Erina could be when provoked, but he hated the idea of anyone but him seeing Erina like this.
"If we do this here, someone will see," she mewled, showing just how well she knew Soma by now.
Soma growled, his mind running with fantasies which involved just him, her and the recently purchased dark, satin bedspread. Nothing would get in his way. He was Soma Yukihira, he could do stubborn, and other times like this one, he was going to be selfish and take something for himself. And if anyone got in their way then there would be hell to pay.
"Not happening, princess." He hissed. "Now, drive."
Erina reluctantly peeled herself off Soma to slip into the driving seat. Today was her turn, and after those years being chaperoned, it was a good thing that she knew how to drive so well. She knew for a fact that Soma's hand was going to toy with her the whole drive back with or without her consent, not that she had any complaints. Maybe if she was a bad driver, but honestly both of them were good drivers – no make it amazing. If both of them hadn't been they would have wrecked half a dozen times; like when Erina unzipped Soma's jeans with only her teeth and tongue, or when she started to casually and slowly stroke his leaking member before giving him a blowjob in the middle of nowhere. This time it was Soma who had his hand down her dress, stroking and massaging the swollen bundle of nerves under his fingers. It was the best and worse timed foreplay ever and Erina was going out of her mind with lust.
Soma chuckled, "You're looking a little flustered, my dear ice queen."
"Ice burns just as easily," she groaned before pulling to stop in the gravel at the front entrance of the Nakiri mansion with a flourish of chrome and tires squealing.
Soma just smirked, stopping his ministration as he leaned back to the headrest. "Well, prove it."
Erina slid out of the car, all liquid grace that went straight to Soma's dick. She could and had seduced him with a look for quite a long time now. She casually sauntered up the steps, shedding her silk shawl and ten inches heels at the door and with a coy glance behind her, "You coming?" she asked.
Soma was thankful that there was a little bit of space between them as this would all be over before it had begun. "Not yet, but I will be."
"Come on then, don't be a coward and show me what you've got." Erina teased.
There was a warning, "Wait until you're a begging, pleading mess princess."
Erina's eyes glittered with the unspoken challenge, "Big words, no proof."
Just like she hoped Soma chased after her. Erina made it into the bedroom, and stripped quickly - she was unashamed of her body and knew exactly what she wanted. She stood waiting; arousal evident until Soma came tearing through the door. Once she had her desired audience, she crawled over the black silk sheets but her eyes never broke from Soma's glaze. Erina fed off the clear lust and laid sprawled over the sheets languidly, her fingers teasing her wet entrance before sliding in, opening herself for him.
Soma took in the sight of his fiancée writhing all over the sheets. He loved the way all of her muscles coiled and were taut, ready for action. He waited, watching her preparing herself all the way and licked his lips provocatively. Soma had never been one to deny himself even the simplest pleasure in life so he definitely wasn't about to start now. He crawled over Erina's body, stopping to nip, lick and kiss Erina's sensitive spots.
Even now Erina couldn't resist playing with fire, "Still not begging."
Soma raised an amused eyebrow, as his hand slid down to Erina's clit like it was his god given right and played with it. He started a gentle teasing rhythm.
"We have all night." He casually reminded his fiancée and he enjoyed seeing the glint of their matching rings against the dark bed sheets before taking them off and putting them on the nightstand. "Don't be so impatient."
"Soma." Erina whined; she knew better - really she did. It was just too much fun. Still she wasn't one to wait. She surged forward pulling Soma into a hot, filthy kiss that left them breaking apart when oxygen became a critical necessity. She wanted to play with Soma herself so he hooked his feet on the inside of Soma's leg and executed a textbook flip she'd learned from one of her self-defense class.
Soma pouted, "Hey, we agreed to no more stunts."
Erina smirked as she slid lower, tongue dipping into Soma's obvious erection. "I think I can get you to forgive me." She was so proud and sure of herself that Soma couldn't help but find it sexy.
Erina's lips licked at strained appendage, causing Soma to buck up, trying to seek the wet heat. Erina just smirked and pinned his hips to the bed, and happily noted that he had obliged without much fuss – this was her show for now. Her lips slowly encapsulated the tip of Soma's erection, and like an evil nymph she started to hum. Erina enjoyed watching Soma lose himself to the pleasure she was offering. She just wanted to savor and play with Soma's length; she licked the underside of his cock, following the blue vein until she reached the tip. At which point she paused, waiting to ensure that Soma was watching what she did, and fiery amber eyes captured amethyst. Erina's tongue dipped into the slit knowing how crazy it sent Soma, and then slowly she swallowed him whole. Erina waited until he nudged the back of her throat before relaxing and letting him all the way down. Erina relaxed his hold on his hips and contentedly hummed her favorite song around his dick.
After a while, Soma reluctantly pulled Erina off him and on top of him for a desperate kiss. He doubted that he would ever be able to stay still if she continued. Erina had had her fun, and now it was time for him to fulfil his promise. The manic glint must have been obvious as Erina rolled over, letting Soma take the lead. The natural give-take in their relationship was probably why they worked so well. Soma touched Erina's wet entrance before dipping his fingers, it was still tight fit despite her previous ministration so he decided to tease her again, making sure she was ready and wet for him as his size was quite big and didn't want to hurt her.
Erina groaned when he pulled his fingers out in favor of playing with her clit, "Stop fucking around and get in me, Soma."
"You're still not ready, love." Soma looked over at Erina's flushed appearance and while pleased; it wasn't the begging he was aiming for, but he had time. Erina moaned when she felt one finger tease literally circle her dripping entrance, occasionally slipping past her wet heat, but never for long. She was going out of his mind and Soma knew it.
Erina stared at him with hazy eyes. "Please, Soma... I want you in me."
Soma smirked, at least now there were no demands – it was quite an improvement. As a reward, he used one finger to penetrate her deeply. He kept the same steady rhythm and all it served to do was reduce Erina to wriggling, writhing mess. His dear fiancée was stubborn though and was also struggling to form words.
"Please... more." she managed to gasp out.
"Tell me you love me." Soma rasped, peering kisses all over her face in a soothing manner.
"I—" Erina let out a whimper when he added another finger. "Love you, Soma. I love you, please."
To the others it would sound like an empty platitude; to Soma, it was plea soul to grace. Soma could do nothing but go with her bidding. This was his Angel, his inspiration, the woman he wanted to dedicate all his best food for. The first and only woman to gain his love and devotion and he would make sure she would also be the last, for the happiness and excitement she'd bought him was a debt that he'd like to replay for the rest of his life.
Soma smiled and offered another finger that he quickly started to scissor knowing that he was coming to end of his tolerance for foreplay. Erina wasn't the only one being driven out of her mind.
Erina saw no reason to delay what they both wanted though, "For fuck's sake, Yukihira. Just get your cock in me, please."
It was more of a demand than a plea but Soma would take it.
"As my queen commands."
He slid inside, in one long, deep sharp thrust. Erina groaned as she felt like she was being split in two. It was always so good, and Soma acted in bed like he did in life, full of passion. She felt Soma slid in every delicious inch as her body stretched to accommodate him before she felt his balls resting against her ass. Soma was waiting for her to adjust like he always did; it was sweet but she didn't want sweet. She wriggled around, trying to get him to move.
"Look at you, so desperate for me." Soma chuckled pinning her hips and stilling her, "Don't worry princess, I'll give you want you need."
He did as he promised; he pulled back out leaving Erina feeling empty until only the tip was inside before thrusting back deep. He would thrust hard and deep before pulling out slowly, savoring every inch of the warm heat. Erina hated that Soma could still even have a sliver of control. So she did the only thing she could, she tightened her walls which caused Soma to groan.
That did it. Soma lost the last shred of control and pounded into her; he loosened his grip a little so that his hand would not leave bruises on her skin. Erina was moaning so loud now that anyone near would be blushing. Thankfully it was holiday, and the mansion was empty barring for the two of them.
"S-Soma," she gasped, then let out a breathy moan. "Soma, I want t-to—"
Soma bit her ear as he whispered low, "Come."
They followed each other over the edge and Erina cried out in pleasure as she came and not a second later and she felt Soma finish painting her insides. She didn't whimper when Soma pulled out but she did hate feeling empty, but knew that she would feel this in the morning. Erina was starting to fall asleep as the hormones relaxed her and he scrambled off to get a wet towel to clean her off before she did. He knew that she hated waking up feeling all dirty and sticky.
After he made sure that she was all clean and comfortable, Soma looked over the blonde angel with soft, adoring eyes. Life was not always perfect; his life with Erina wouldn't be all roses and rainbows but at the moment he was struggling to care. Soma loved her and he would be damned if he were to lose her. She was like an extension of himself, if he did not have her, it would be a recipe for a very painful life.
Oh, he hadn't always thought like this. In fact, for the first few months, both of them were like oil and water, generally been a nightmare to be around. Even after they did get along, their bickering never stopped. And the fact that he'd also kind of been in love with her when they met – not that he realized it being a stupid fucker he was – was not helping, for said feeling had only gotten worse in the ensuing years.
All it took was one moment; it took just one moment for Soma to realize he could no longer deny his feelings. Sure, he thought Erina was good looking, anyone with eyes would think Erina was good looking, she was like the poster girl for debauched angel fantasies. The tight-skin uniform which hugged all her curves told him enough and years later he could have done with not knowing about the gorgeous view of her backside when he had to accompanied her to one of Tootsuki's Annual Galas as the former first seat. Ever since he realized his feelings for the blond, his dreams at night had taken a delightfully distracting turn. He literally couldn't spend a day without seeing her or hearing her. The answer was so glaringly obvious; if it wasn't love, then it was something very close.
Still, it all took one of her many business partners asking her for her hand that he realized the attraction had somehow morphed into love. His heart only started to beat properly when he heard an "Thank you, but I'm not interested in relationship right now." in Erina speak which meant that she's very much not interested or basically a 'thanks but no, you can fuck off'. Therefore, Soma held the torrent of insults he wanted to throw at the man and when the fucker – probably to mingle with other big-name moguls, which obviously also interested in the blond – he showed his feelings in the most appropriate way he could.
Soma confessed right there and then with everyone's eyes on them, including all of her family members.
The look on Erina's face was one Soma would never forget.
Of course, it was the use of his hands and mouth later on that saw Erina walk into her office looking smugly satisfied and not raging mad after his rather bold confession. That, and him needing a new shirt, plus a deep conversation regarding he-who-must-not-be-named, because beside her bastard of a father there was also another man who tore a wound across her heart, and she'd reminded him the pleasure she would take torturing him if he dared to do the same.
Sadly, Soma learned one thing that night; his ice queen was a tease through and through. She still didn't give him a clear response beside accepting his confession, however, if that one explosive kiss goodnight she'd gave was any indication, it would be a positive one. Soma hadn't pursued anything so aggressively since his promise to beat his father and make her say delicious. Erina wasn't going to know what hit her because there was one thing that he was certain of in his life; what Yukihira Soma wants; he gets.
Once Soma had decided that he wanted to keep Erina, well, he launched an all-scale battle to win her affections, no question asked. And it started with sorting out the mess he left after years of avoiding his feelings by jumping over one continent to another. To add to his problem though, it seemed once he'd come back from his stint overseas the people closest to her had some kind of hidden vendetta and they decided that five meters were as far as he could go without irritating her, like he was some kind of contagious virus or something. But after a few months of torture, and three years of steady dating, he finally got their blessing and gotten engaged to the woman of his dream.
Back then just the thought of what he and Erina could achieve sent a shiver down his spine, as he actually wanted Erina to be a partner in all aspects. And nowhere they were, entwined and very much in love with each other.
"Erina, let's get married tomorrow." He said absentmindedly to the sleeping form of his fiancée, not knowing that she was still awake.
"Are you asking me to elope?" she murmured, her eyes still closed. "Because as much as a miracle worker Hisako is, she will kill you if you dare to hold our wedding five months before the planned date."
Soma blinked. "You're awake."
"Of course captain obvious." She snuggled closer to Soma, sighing softly at the warmth he emanated. "So? Are we going to elope or what?"
"I don't really care," he whispered into her hair, pulling her closer as if he wanted them to merge together. "I just want to be able to call you my wife soon."
She blinked up to him sleepily. "I heard there was a place in Vegas where we can get married within 2 hours."
Soma perked up. "You're up for it? For real?"
Erina snorted in bemusement. One day, Soma would learn self-preservation, but she doubted that it would be anytime soon. She was startled when Soma pulled back to look into her eyes properly. His gaze was probing, and whilst she trusted very few people, this man was on top of her list. So she let him look and gauge, and although she didn't give him a verbal answer – the resolution was there. For all of Soma's brashness and impulsiveness – let's face it most of his plans were plain stupid – she knew he would never joke about this; and for all her pride and uptightness, Erina was ready to do anything with him, no matter how risky and ridiculous the situation was, just like back when they were fifteen.
She smiled then, bright and true. How could she say no when she felt the same?
"Well, are you going to book the tickets or what?"
I came back with another smut! This idea just popped out after I read one of Sorina fics where Eishi/Erina used to have a thing before the Azami arc so kudos to the author :) I hope you like it!