Valentine's Day. Vain Day. VD. Kyoko Mogami did not appreciate the holiday in any form. It presented too many bad memories for her, and the overall sentiment of the day was lost on her. The previous year, she had managed to get through it with her best friend, making chocolates together and having fun, only to have to make chocolates for that GODDAMN Beagle, and then be accosted by a certain bottle-blonde pop singer who-shall-not-be-named. Though, the resulting cheek kiss she had received from her handsome senpai had made up for it. Kind of. If it hadn't ruined her performance for most of the shoot.
She was happy to say that this year, she did not have any plans, thank-you-very-much. She had avoided acknowledging the day in any fashion (aside from making chocolates for friends and colleagues), had decided to take the day off of work, and was going to spend it in her room, making no noise, and pretending she did not exist. Well, that was, until there was a knock on the LoveMe Room door the day before.
She looked up from Chiori's locker, where she was stuffing a small box of preemptively-made chocolates, to find the aforementioned handsome senpai standing in the doorway.
"Tsuruga-san! What brings you here?"
Ren gave her a lopsided smile. After all this time, she still didn't understand that the only reason he had to venture into this particular room in the building was her. "As a matter of fact, Mogami-san, I need you to help me with something."
She shut the locker door and turned to face him. "Sure. What do you need me to help you with?"
He took a beat to ready the lie he had rehearsed. "The chocolates you made for everyone last year were beautifully done. I wanted to make some of my own this year, to give as gifts to people. Would you be willing to come to my place tomorrow to teach me how to make them?"
She froze. Tsuruga-san's apartment? On Valentine's Day? That was dangerous, indeed. Furthermore, he, a man, wants to make chocolates for Valentine's Day? His time in America must have scrambled his brains, she thought. She cleared her throat. "Well, Tsuruga-san, you usually give the chocolate on Valentine's Day, so it would need to be made prior to that."
He smiled brightly, doing his best to keep the lie intact. "Well, with my schedule being what it is, the only day that I have off happens to be Valentine's Day. Most people in the industry understand that they may be gifted a little late, though, given the circumstances, so it shouldn't be a big deal." Please buy it. Please buy it. PLEASE BUY IT, he thought desperately.
The hair on the back of Kyoko's neck stood on end. She didn't want to tell him no, but Valentine's Day of all days!? She wanted to back out, but she knew that if he were left to his own devices, his chocolate would eat the intended recipients, not the other way around. She gave him a nervous smile. "I'd be happy to assist you. Have you gotten the ingredients yet?"
He shook his head, his heart doing a happy dance in his chest. "Not yet. I didn't know what to buy, so I figured I should ask the master first."
Her cheeks lit up. "M-master!? Oh, I'm not that good, Tsuruga-san!"
Ren chuckled. "I think you're better than you might think, Mogami-san. Shall I pick you up at noon?"
She nodded. "Of course. I have extra ingredients from the ones I made, so I'll bring them with me."
"Wonderful. I'll see you tomorrow, then." Ren left the room, internally celebrating, ready to go home and ready his place for their 'date'.
Kyoko watched him leave and then collapsed on the couch, wishing that the gods would see fit to end her.
She got up early the following morning and looked in her closet. She didn't know why she felt compelled to dress nice; after all they were going to be making chocolate together, and chocolate was messy. She chose a simple tea-length floral print dress with a sweetheart neckline and a quarter-length sleeve white cardigan, and applied a light layer of makeup. She admired the outfit in the mirror on the back of her bedroom door and decided that something was missing. She went to her jewelry box and removed Princess Rosa from it and put the necklace around her neck. There, she thought. Perfect.
She went downstairs and gathered all of her ingredients together in a bag, a nervous pit settling in her stomach. Should I change? Is this too much? She checked the time and found that it was 5 minutes til… and then she heard the car pull into the drive. Ugh! Damn his punctuality!, she thought. She took a breath and straightened herself out before grabbing her bag of ingredients and leaving the Darumaya.
Ren sat behind the wheel of his car, his eyes fixed on the front door of the Darumaya. He had gotten up early, despite not having to pick her up for several hours, and cleaned his entire apartment from top to bottom. He wore a pair of jeans and a forest green cashmere sweater. It had taken him a solid 20 minutes to decide what to wear that day. Though he hadn't expressed that it was a date, he was treating it like one, and had never been so nervous in his life. He drummed his fingertips on the wheel of the car. He didn't have to wait long. After what seemed like only a minute, the door opened and Kyoko stepped into the sun.
He forgot to breathe. The breeze caught her hair and tousled it lightly as she made her way to the car, the skirt of her dress blowing beside her like some 19th Century heroine from a romance novel. Did she do that for me?, he thought with excitement. He got out of the car and rushed to open the passenger door for her. "I see you have your hands full," he said.
She nodded, admiring his own outfit and blushing. "Thank you, Tsuruga-san."
When she was settled in the car, he shut the door for her and went back to the driver's side. He got in and cleared his throat. "You look really nice, by the way."
Kyoko turned pink from her hairline to her neck. "T-thank you. I like your sweater."
Yessss she likes the sweater!, he thought, grinning inwardly.
On the way to Ren's, they talked about the weather and goings-on at work. Kyoko was trying desperately to distract herself from the fact that it was Valentine's Day and she was going to her gorgeous senpai's apartment to make chocolate with him. Ren was trying desperately to find things to talk about so he wouldn't appear boring.
When they arrived at his apartment, he got out of the car to open her door, and then took the bag of ingredients from her.
"Tsuruga-san, I can carry those!"
He shook his head. "I've got it." He led her to the private elevator in the parking garage and pressed the button for his floor. When they got to his apartment, he opened the door for her, kicked his shoes off, and took the bag to the kitchen. She kicked her own shoes off, shut the front door, and followed him. She unpacked the ingredients from the bag and set them on the counter. They were simple; just some blocks of raw chocolate, cream, and roasted nuts.
Ren looked at them and felt way out of his depth; it all looked very complicated to him. "So… what do we do first?"
She pointed at the cupboard above his sink. "Could you get me two pots please?" He reached into the cupboard, remembering how she had fallen on him after trying to get the items herself last time. He had almost kissed her then, as they lay on the kitchen floor. He didn't actually get to kiss her until several more months after that, and she didn't know that it was actually him anyway, so did it really count? She had told him afterward that she considered it to be her first kiss, so it must have been good–
"Tsuruga-san?"
He started out of his reverie and looked down at her. She had already retrieved a baking pan and a whisk from a lower cupboard. "Hm?"
"Are you okay? You just kinda… froze for a minute."
He blushed and got the pots down from the cupboard. "Sorry, Mogami-san. I got side-tracked thinking about something I have to do tomorrow." He set them on the counter. "So, how does this work?"
Kyoko put the pan and whisk on the counter and then put one of the pots on the stovetop. She turned the burner on and poured the cream into the pot. "First, we bring the cream to a boil."
Ren blinked. "You can boil cream?"
She giggled. "You can boil just about any liquid, Tsuruga-san." She put the blocks of chocolate into the other pot. "After the cream comes to a boil, you pour it over the chocolate. It'll melt, and then you use the whisk to combine the chocolate and cream."
He laughed nervously. "I feel silly for asking you to help me. This seems… fairly simple."
She shook her head. "I've seen your… cooking ability. I think it's better that I'm here to help."
He raised an eyebrow at her. "And just what is that supposed to mean?"
She cleared her throat. "Nothing." She looked over at the cream that had just begun to boil. She turned the burner off and poured the cream over the chocolate. It melted quickly, and she used the whisk to mix it. Once it was mixed, she poured it into the baking pan. "Now we wait."
He stared at the pan. "That's it?"
She gave him a nervous smile. "Well… yes? We have to add the nuts in a moment when it cools a little. In the meantime… do you want to lick the whisk?"
She offered it to him…but he shook his head. "No, thank you. You should have it. You're the one who did all the work."
She gave him a shy smile. "Thank you." She put it to her lips, and Ren watched with rapt attention as her tiny pink tongue parted her lips to lick the chocolate off of the whisk. It looked far more provocative than she had probably intended, and Ren found himself feeling quite warm. A small glob of chocolate fell from the whisk and dripped… between Kyoko's breasts. Ren's mouth went dry; he hadn't had any ulterior motives when suggesting that she lick the chocolate off of the whisk, but now he was very glad that he had suggested she do so. He watched the tiny glob leave a trail and disappear into the top of her dress. Lick it, Kuon urged inside his head. Lick it, you fucking wuss!
Kyoko set the whisk down in the sink and noticed the chocolate that had dribbled onto her chest. She reached in, absentmindedly, with a finger and scooped it up. She blushed. "I'm such a mess– oh!"
Before he could get ahold of himself, Ren had grabbed her by the wrist and put the tip of her finger into his mouth. She watched in fascination as he sucked the chocolate off of her finger, her cheeks coloring as he did so. When he finished, he looked up at her, The Emperor in full effect. "Sorry," he said, his voice an octave lower. "I didn't want it to go to waste."
Kyoko suddenly felt very hot. She shrugged her cardigan off. "O-of course not! Really smart of you to do that. I probably would have done the same!"
Ren smirked. "Really?" He peeled his sweater off, baring his chest and shoulders… and then grabbed a handful of still melted chocolate from the pan and smeared it from his neck to his navel.
Kyoko swallowed hard as she watched the chocolate glisten over his pecs and abs, dripping lazily into the waistband of his jeans. Part of her wanted to scold him for wasting so much chocolate, but a larger part of her asked… is it a waste if I lick it off?
She approached him timidly and took his chocolate-covered hand. She licked up the bottom of his index finger and took the digit into her mouth. Ren groaned in response as he watched her suck on his finger. She moved to the next finger, and then to the palm of his hand. When his palm was clean, she pushed him bodily against the counter and licked a trail from his abs to the middle of his chest.
She stood on her tiptoes to lick his neck, but he stopped her. He was breathing hard as he whispered into her ear. "I don't want to get chocolate on your dress."
Kyoko considered that for a moment, reached behind her, and pulled the zipper down. The dress pooled around her ankles, leaving her in her simple cotton bra and panties.
Ren only had a moment to drink in the sight of her body before she stepped out of the dress, pressed against him, and began to suck his neck. He held her against his body as he leaned against the counter, all of his blood rushing south. Her technique had improved since the hickey she had given him as the Heels, and he was starting to lose his composure.
She stepped away from him, and he looked down at her, panting. "Are you okay?" Her front was covered in a sticky layer of chocolate from where their skin had touched.
Kyoko reached her hand into the pan of chocolate. Though it had started to solidify in places, it was still wet in others. She pulled her bra straps down, and smeared the chocolate over her breasts, her bra falling around her waist. Ren stared at her small glistening chocolatey mounds, amazed at what he was seeing. He had never intended for his chocolate-smearing escapades to take them this far, but he was willing if she was.
She stepped close to him again, looking up at him timidly. "Do you want more chocolate, Tsuruga-san?"
He picked her up and set her on the countertop. He looked into her eyes. "Are you sure you want me to have more chocolate? I'm not sure if I can control myself. Your chocolate is delicious." He licked a spot on her neck, and her back arched. She moaned into his ear, and he dug his fingertips into the counter to keep from ravaging her.
"Please," she panted.
He leaned down and licked around her left breast, and then his mouth found the tiny chocolate peak of her nipple. He took it into his mouth and nibbled it, pulling at it gently with his teeth. She wrapped her legs around the small of his back, her fingers knotting in his hair as his tongue danced around her tiny nub. He unfastened her bra and threw it on the floor and then picked her up to carry her to the dining room table. He lay her down over it, and took stock of her. He could make out the soft pink of her nipple where he had licked the chocolate off. Her other breast was still chocolate-covered, and her belly and even her thighs were coated with a light brown sticky sheen.
He pressed his thumb to the front of her panties and found them wet. She covered her mouth as he found the tiny bud hidden beneath the cotton and petted it with his thumb, and whined into her own palm. The Emperor smirked down at her. "Mogami-san, you seem to have gotten chocolate all over your panties." He pressed his thumb against the material just a little harder and her hips bucked against his hand. "Should I take them off?"
She blushed bright pink, but nodded enthusiastically. He hooked his thumbs through the leg holes and pulled them down her legs, tossing them to the floor. He knelt in front of her, grabbed her thighs, and brought her ass to the edge of the table, her legs over each of his shoulders. He didn't need a chocolate pretense for what he did next.
Kyoko's back arched against the table as his tongue swept up her slit, and her toes curled. "Agh! Tsuruga-san!" He did it again, this time licking a circle around her clit. The salt taste of her sex was better than any chocolate he had ever tasted. He reveled in it, and the noises she was making as her thighs closed in on the sides of his head. "Oh god— I— I'm gonna— unh! Ren!"
He held her tight to his mouth as she came, licking up her juices. He felt her legs go limp on his shoulders. He pulled them off, stood up, and leaned over her to kiss her forehead. "Are you okay?"
Her body felt hot and tingly all over. "Uh-huh." She couldn't quite form words yet. He smoothed her bangs away from her face and cupped her cheek with his hand.
"This wasn't what I had planned for today."
She covered her face with her hands. "Me neither." Oh my god! Tsuruga-san and I just–! On his dining table! The sexual high was clearing and making way for mortification. Ren saw the look on her face and kissed her. She tasted herself on his lips as she kissed him back.
"Kyoko-chan."
She peeked through her fingers at him, and found that he was smiling.
"I'm sorry I lied."
She blinked. "About what?"
"Making chocolate. I didn't really give a damn about making chocolate for anyone else. I just… wanted you to spend Valentine's Day with me." He rubbed the back of his head nervously. "I didn't think you'd react well if I just… asked. I bought you flowers and everything… they're in the bedroom."
She sat up on the table. "R-really?"
He nodded. "I didn't want you to think that I only had you over here for… this. You're more to me than just this."
Kyoko reached out to touch his cheek. "I know."
Ren brushed a stray hair behind her ear, doing his best not to ogle her still naked body. "I think we need a shower."
Kyoko slid off of the table with a sly smile… and took off running down the hall. "I'll race you!"
I blame just about everyone in the Discord for this. Dedicated to Snoo, and Aikori, because they nominated me to write it, the minxes.