DISCLAIMER: This chapter is Rated M: NSFW ( 18)
-NAKIRI ERINA-
November 7
Erina skipped into Dr. Yamamoto's therapy office and sat in her usual spot. The soft leather cushion swallowed her entire body. Still, her contagious smile plastered across her moon face, making Dr. Yamamoto, the serene child psychiatrist and surrogate maternal figure over the past decade-plus, smile. The therapist took her seat across from her and leaned over.
"Good morning, Erina-chan. I see the biggest smile on your face," the psychoanalyst said. "You have good news, I suppose?"
"The best!" Erina said, crossing and recrossing her legs, the nervous excitement itching to burst out of her.
"Ohhh, 'best' is quite the adjective. Tell me more." She pushed her half-moon gold frames up the bridge of her nose and settled a steady sway in her rocking chair.
"Sōma and I talked last night," Erina shyly replied. She felt like a giddy child, excited to discuss the previous night. She hadn't been able to process it with anyone, not even Hisako, and she was glad that Yammy would be the first. Nothing was ever too much or inappropriate to discuss with the geriatric millennial; she felt understood, and like the realm of high society, she felt chained to dissolved—at least, for fifty-five minutes a week.
"Really? How did the conversation go? Your body language hints that it went well?"
"It did. We got everything out." Erina said, detailing her night to her trusted confidant. She could feel her heart swell as she replayed the scenes in her mind. She dabbed a tear before it fell. When she finished talking, the psychoanalyst sat back.
"Wow, that was a fascinating development. Yukihira-chan is very emotionally astute. I must admit that I am pleasantly surprised by his ability to communicate his feelings with you so honestly for your age." Dr. Yamamoto said, mystified. "Did it meet your expectations?"
"He surpassed them, Yammy. But Sōma has surpassed every expectation I've ever had. I don't even know how he's still able to surprise me, to be honest."
"I must agree. You are not easy to impress."
"By far," she agreed. "And I am not as emotionally vulnerable as he is, yet..." Erina sat on her hands and thoughts.
"Yet?"
"He makes me want to be."
"More impressed or emotionally vulnerable?"
"Vulnerable. Something about his ability to be clear about his wants and feelings is nothing like the weakness Mother and Father used to deride. It never feels like what he does for me is because he's trying to impress me. He's never taken advantage of me except for using my God Tongue to save my academy and future. He is unbothered by my position and wealth but is my biggest champion with every project. I don't know how to explain it, but…Sōma is naturally impressive." Erina nibbled on her bottom lip. "But it's more than that, Yammy. It's like, even with all that I've put him through, he's fearless about his feelings for me and painfully considerate of my needs. Nothing will stop him when he's focused on doing something for me. He doesn't rest until he fulfills whatever need I have that only he can see. He unburies these deep desires I had no clue I had."
"He sounds intentional. Is this a new realization?"
"He is. With everything and everyone, so no. Since he came to Tōtsuki, he's been teaching people not to underestimate him by showing them how they've underestimated themselves. And he does it so tenderly so it's never to humiliate them. I want to be that for him, too."
"Mmm..." Dr. Yamamoto leaned back in her rocking chair. "Yukihira-chan is an interesting fellow."
"Yammy?"
"Yes, Erina-chan?"
"Is it possible to love someone that much?"
"Well…you tell me. As the person receiving such love, does it feel genuine?"
Erina paused. She knew what she had with Sōma was special. It was a relationship she had never experienced with family or friends. It frustrated her that she jeopardized that bond by being a jealous brat.
"Very. You said he sounds intentional? He is, which, if you knew him outside of the kitchen, you wouldn't expect without a knife in his hand. He's aloof and one-track-minded, but at the same time, playfully charismatic with everything and everyone."
"But you."
Erina stopped, her eyes agape at the confirmation. She nodded.
"I love him so much," she said weakly.
"I can tell."
She lit up, blushing. "You can? How so?"
Eishi once told Erina that she was shy in love, and she figured it to be true. Now, the adult she trusted most after her grandfather was saying something entirely different. Maybe she'd bring it up in another session.
"Whenever you talk about Yukihira-kun, you take me back in time and look like the little girl who used to run into my office gushing over your favorite chef."
"You know that's his father, right?" Erina wryly asked.
"I am aware… Life can be peculiar like that."
"Tell me about it."
"Do you think you've placed him on a pedestal?"
Erina eyed her therapist. "Sōma sits on a throne all on his own."
The clinician slowly nodded and scribbled something on her notepad. "Well, it sounds like he deeply loves you, too."
"He does, Yammy. He really does." She looked off, her eyes glazed just thinking about the boy who took her breath and stress away. Her head shot to attention at her therapist. "So I need to show him how much I love him."
"You do?"
"I do."
"Why? I'm not opposing it, just curious."
"Yamaimo, have you not been listening?"
"Wow, you haven't called me that nickname in ages!" The middle-aged woman simpered. "It takes me back!"
"Focus, Dr. Yamamoto! I must show Sōma how much I love him and fix this mess with Tadokoro-san. I broke their friendship up, and now I need to put the pieces back together!"
"Kintsugi," Dr. Yamamoto solemnly mentioned.
"Precisely."
"Okay, got it. That's rather mature of you considering your history with her."
"I know, but she was Sōma's first best friend."
"So, how will you go about doing so?"
Erina hummed in thought. "I think I have an idea," she beamed.
-YUKIHIRA SŌMA-
November 11
Sōma lay across Erina's bed. "So, you're not going to tell me where we're going, but I have to watch you pack for it, anyway?" He'd begun folding the growing pile of clothes on his girlfriend's bed. Erina threw four more dresses on the bed.
"Precisely why it's called a surprise, babe."
"Oh, I'm back on pet name privileges?" Sōma rolled to his side and eyed her across the room. It was his first time in her bedroom since the summer. Her cloud-soft winter bedding had replaced her buttery and breathable summer sheets.
"You never lost them," Erina said, turning up her nose.
"Your nose is growing!"
She threw a shirt at his face. "Leave me alone, Sōma Yukihira! And don't lay on my bed in your outside clothes."
"Mmm…lace. I don't think it'll suit me. But it smells like you, so I love it."
He pretended to put it on. Erina snatched the blouse from his nose. "Okay, Mineta… Don't get caught being a perv sniffing my panties."
"Nakiri Erina!" He squealed in the most bratty California valley accent he could manage.
Her body flinched at his tone. "Look, Sōma, I already know what you're about to say-"
"YOU FINALLY GAVE MY HERO A CHANCE?!"
Erina spun around. "Oh, so you're not upset?"
"Upset?" He placed the folded stack to the side and patted his lap. Erina made her way over. "Why would I be? I've been trying to get you on that anime and manga since the first-year advancement exams!"
She draped her arms around his neck. "Because I watched it without you?"
"Oh, pfft! I don't care about that. I'm just glad I can say 'Plus Ultra' around you now, and you'll get it now." He kissed her on the cheek, his hands wrapped around her waist.
"I'm only midway through season two, but it's still a cheesy saying."
"Don't you dare disrespect All Might, young lady!"
"I'm Team Todoroki, anyway." Her adorable shrug as she said it made him all the more jealous.
"Ugh, figures," Sōma sneered. "Girls love an ikemen. What's so great about another brooding Zuko anyway? He's a handsome, troubled soul with daddy issues, okay, we get it. Meanwhile, the lovable and self-sacrificing Midoriya is right there kicking ass and taking names being the best MC of the new era."
She dotingly combed through his hair with her fingers. "Okay, so you just described me as a boy!"
"No, you're finer than Todoroki."
"You really like Midoriya Izuku, huh?"
"I mean, how can you not? He's the best and the strongest hero! Not to mention a selfless and loyal friend. Does it get any better?"
"Wow, Yukihira, I never took you for a Deku fanboy. I kind of expected Bakugo."
"Nah, you know how I feel about bullies."
They glanced at each other. Sōma changed the subject.
"So, what made you start watching it, anyway?"
Erina shrugged. "I missed you."
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Erina blindfolded him as soon as they entered the limo.
"Nakiri? Is…this a kink setup?"
"No, fool! It's a surprise! And I expect no peeking until I say so."
"Ai, ai, captain!" He saluted her on his right. "But…what am I to do until then?"
"Settle in. It's a bit of a journey."
"I can do that!" Sōma laid his head on her lap like a happy puppy.
The drive was an hour, and Sōma slept the whole way. It's been an emotional rollercoaster of a week. He used to dream about them being back to acting like this. He loved the feeling of her fingers raking through his scalp steadily the majority of the way to their destination.
"Erina?"
"Yes?"
"Pet my hair again, " he whimpered.
"You're so needy, Yukihira," she teased, moving her fingers through the side bushel of hair.
"I know. I'm making up for lost time."
-NAKIRI ERINA-
Erina did not imagine silence could be so sweet—especially with Sōma, because that boy would gleefully talk her ear off. But as he slept in her lap, she was reminded of the first time he did so, when they were first-years fighting for their lives at Tõtsuki, moving from one place to another, only on a high-rail train.
She gazed at the loving boy in her lap. His puffy coat swallowed him whole, except for his bushy hair. He looked so peaceful; a vision of a small Sōma popped into her mind.
To cradle a young Yukihira in my arms...
She shook her head. What a ridiculous thought. Erina looked at the sky. It was just noon, and the clouds looming in the distance looked like they were bearing a heavy load. She'd made contingency plans for inclement weather should it hit them while on their trip, but she hoped it would hold off until they reached their final destination.
Erina stroked his head to soothe the anxiety mounting in her chest. Even though she took her daily anxiety medication before they left, the nerves continued flooding her body. Since she'd settled on the arrangements, she'd gone over them a thousand times, and with little help from Hisako, Erina finalized the plans in less than an hour. Now, all that was left was execution.
God, I hope this goes well.
She wanted to lie to herself and be confident that it would, but after everything that'd transpired since August, who was to say? A hurricane spun in her gut. Everything felt like being on borrowed time.
"Erina?" His groggy voice pulled her back into herself. She loved its sound whenever he answered the phone for late-night pillow talks while she was away on business and their early wake-up calls.
"Yes?"
"Pet my hair again."
She called him needy, but the truth is, Erina needed Sōma more than he could ever know. The color and confidence he bore in her life made her understand how much love money could not afford.
Her parents taught her that loving others is costly. She learned from Tsukasa that her love could not be bought.
But Sōma showed her how priceless love is.
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The limo came to a smooth stop, and she brushed his jawline to wake him up.
"Hey, baby. We're here. You can take your blindfold off now."
Sōma jostled awake and returned her affection with a kiss. "We are?" he looked out the window excitedly. "I don't get it. We're in an empty lot surrounded by cows." The sound of propellors chopping through the air drowned out his voice. Erina smiled, watching his eyes dart and intrigue grow.
"Come on. Let's get out now." She grabbed his hand and pulled him up. The sleek helicopter landed on the helipad near the car. Sōma's jaw dropped.
"Erina…?"
"Sōma...?" She sang back.
"Is that helicopter for us?"
"Yah!" She replied, mimicking him.
"…Why?"
"Because we're going on a trip in our favorite rocket ship."
"I know you're being sarcastic, but…that is the helicopter we rode to the hospital last February, right?"
"When'd your memory become so sharp? I didn't think you'd remember such a nondescript detail, let alone notice it."
"I notice everything you do for me."
He took her face into his hands. This kiss was more passionate than the quick pecks they'd passed back and forth all day. The chauffeur knocked on the window, and Erina's door slowly opened.
"Hold that thought, untenshi-san," Sōma jerked it shut.
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"Oh, and did you hear about Alice and Akira?"
They were flying over a small town, holding hands in their private world.
"I did!" Sōma whistled, shaking his head in disbelief. Erina's eyes grew.
"Omigod. Who told you?" Erina leaned in excitedly. "Wait, you actually noticed?" It had been a long time since they could gossip like this about their friends, and it felt good to do it again.
"Takumi. He texted me about it in September, and then we talked about it in Singapore. The man was at his wit's end! And I notice things!"
Erina screwed her face. "Barely, but why? What business does Aldini have with Alice's love life?"
"He needed to vent. He tried mediating another fight between Ryō and Akira but got punched in the eye."
"Oh, noooo!" Erina gasped. "But serves him right for meddling."
"He meant well..." He pulled out his phone to show her a photo. "It was a shiner, though. Felt bad for the guy," Sōma said, shaking his head in pity.
"Yikes! A black eye doesn't match his debonair aesthetic at all," Erina said, joining Sōma in a pitiful head shake. "Who threw the blow?"
"He doesn't even know," Sōma laughed. "He said it happened too fast to remember. One second, he's trying to pull them apart in the middle of The Chaundra's Room, and the next, he's nursing a swelling eye and a bloody nose. Isami had to pin him down so he wouldn't fight them both!"
Erina squealed at the silliness of those stupid boys. "Why on Earth would that svelte boy think he could get in the middle of any fight, let alone one with Kurokiba-kun? Takumi wears AXE body spray and calls it 'parfum' for god's sake."
"Aw, you know Aldini. He's got that whole chivalrous gentleman schtick going for him. He probably couldn't stand to see best friends fight over a girl."
"Alice isn't just some girl. Certainly not to those two idiots."
"Oh, I know! If only you knew how much those boys gossip like hens."
"You don't gossip with them?"
"Nah, it's no fun trading Nakiri heiress stories. Alice lobs them around. They grovel at her feet. Besides, I don't think our friends always want to hear me brag about having the best one for myself." He kissed the crook of her neck.
"As they should," Erina smugly replied. "But Aldini-kun will never stop trying to emulate you." Erina rolled her eyes. Sōma squinted at her, amused and questioningly. "What? Don't look at me like that! You know that boy wants to be you so bad. He would rather wear your skin than give up on the dream of besting you in anything." She arched her eyebrows.
"Nah…"
Erina narrowed her eyes.
"No…!" She crossed her arms at him. "Yeh-okay. You're right," Sōma laughed, shaking his head. "But he means well and does not wanna wear my skin!" He shivered.
"Sōma, Aldini Takumi would use Mimasaka-kun's trace on you in a heartbeat."
"Wait. How did you know that?"
"Know what?"
"…He already has!"
"Shut up! Stop!"
"Yes! During the Moon Banquet Festival when we were first-years!"
They keeled over laughing as Sōma described the scene, mimicking Takumi mimicking him to perfection. The helicopter propelled through the sky, suspending their laughter in mid-air like they had consumed laughing gas and were floating among the clouds.
Their giggles, touches, playful rapport…they gave her butterflies.
"If it weren't for being desensitized to Mimasaka's neurotic cooking style, I would've been shook! But I gotta say, he did a great job recreating my Time Fuse Mapo Curry Noodles. Tadokoro and I couldn't believe it!"
The laughter died off, and the air between them thinned. Erina peered out the window. She doesn't know how she knew this, but they were close.
"Come to think of it. You haven't reacted to the whole Tadokoro-Kurokiba ordeal." She turned to face him. "Why is that?"
-YUKIHIRA SŌMA-
Sōma had a few answers swirling in his mind, but since he had no idea where they were going, he didn't want to meet an early grave fifteen thousand feet in the air.
"Promise you won't get mad and smack me for what I have to say?" She eyed him cautiously. "I'm just sayin' since she is my best friend and everything..."
"Was," Erina corrected.
"Is," Sōma countered.
She flicked her hair in his face. "Proceed."
He took hold of a lock and rubbed the silken strands between his fingers. "I don't care. Megumi's my best friend, Ryō's my boy, and it's not my business who she has feelings for…" He hitched his breath on a second thought. "Unless it's you."
"Shouldn't you include yourself in that list?" Erina asked incredulously.
A light went on in his head. "Oh! Right! But no."
"No?" Erina crossed her arms defiantly as if to threaten him not to leave it there. He could already feel the phantom sting of a quintessential Nakiri Erina slap on his shoulder.
"Because clearly, you'll make it your business for the both of us," he affirmed.
Before she could fuss, he swiftly tied her sweet yet sensitive tongue together with his, kissing her deep enough to shut her up for the rest of the way.
-NAKIRI ERINA-
Erina hated that he corrected her about his commitment to his friendship with Megumi, but in a bizarre, three's company kind of way, it made her love him more.
But it made her love her plan even more.
The pilot's scratchy voice came through the headset. "Nakiri-sama, we're beginning our descent and are scheduled for landing in twenty minutes." She noted how uncomfortable he sounded.
She broke away from their embrace. "Okay, thank you, Toji-san."
She took a deep, regulating breath as the seaport approached.
It's almost time.
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-TADOKORO MEGUMI-
"It's okay, Okaasan. I'll get it!" Megumi said, opening the door. "Welcome Shōkeien Ryokanto! Would you like some homemade…" Her eyes bulged, and her heart popped at the unexpected guests. "...Lemonade?"
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-NAKIRI ERINA-
Erina sat at her room's desk, focused on the only thing her emotions did not require. Good, she thought as she typed. She was drained from emoting all evening. She rolled the tension out of her neck and noticed that the clouds she had seen earlier had followed them, and drizzles were tapping her window. As she was finalizing the last sentence of the first draft of a feature culinary review column, a playful drumbeat knocked on her bedroom door and startled her. She closed her MacBook and opened it.
"Can I…" Sōma paused suggestively, "Come in?"
Erina's eyes widened. "No! It's almost midnight, and we are on a work trip at your on-again best friend's family business!" She whispered the scold. This wasn't new between them, but it was their first time in a neutral, unfamiliar territory. How was this mission more important to her than to him?
"Aw, c'mon, baby~ I'm just checking on ya'. You've been very...thoughtful and brave today. I'm sure you're emotionally exhausted."
Erina peeked down the hall. Luckily, they were at the end of the corridor. She narrowed her keen eyes. Sōma gazed at her with such a melting, begging expression that she was embarrassed by how much it turned her on.
She frowned. "…Mulling."
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-YUKIHIRA SŌMA-
Sōma walks in behind his girlfriend as she leaves the door to return to her workstation.
"Thank you, Nakiri. For today, for everything."
"Please, stop thanking me. It was the least I could do. I got us into this mess."
He pulls her by the waist into his arms, ignoring her nonchalance, and picks her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Wrong. It means everything to me." He kisses her deeply. "You mean everything to me, Nakiri."
Erina draws him closer with her arms wrapped around his neck as Sōma walks them over to her bed. He carefully lays her on her back, never stopping the mouth-to-mouth resuscitation he's performing. He undoes the lone button on her nightgown and runs his hands up her legs and thighs, pushing the cotton dress above her waist.
"Sōma! What are you doing? Someone might hear us!"
"You rented out the place for the night, right?"
"Y-Yes, but that doesn't include the staff!"
"Let them listen, I don't care."
She giggles in his mouth but shakes her head. "No, don't be bad! We can't do this here. It's still my work attached to this."
"Call me bad again," he growls, nibbling on her earlobe.
"No."
He switches ears. "Say it." She shakes her head but giggles at his light touches.
"No."
He moves to her neck. "So, then, should I stop?" He pushes up on his arms to stare at her.
Erina blinks and sighs. "No."
"But you're right. We shouldn't disrespect the Tadokoro's hospitality with loud thumping from both of us…" He softly kisses her lips and continues planting them down her navel. "And since your work is attached…it would be improper for them to hear all that loud moaning from you."
She swats him with a pillow. "Boy, please! I do not moan, let aloooOoOoOoH-"
His head slips between her legs, and her head knocks back, eyes rolling as Sōma explores her secret place. He'd had lots of practice knowing what she liked, but it had been so long that she had forgotten how well he knew her body.
"~OooOo-ooo," she shudders.
"What was that again? About you not being loud?" He licks her hidden lips from the bottom to the top and then goes back down. Twirling his tongue around her supple flesh, he enjoys her pure taste.
Erina's back arches with each hot touch, making Sōma please her more. He gently blows on the sensitive area, and Erina sucks in all the air in the room. Still, she's barely able to breathe. He places her slick pink bulb between his fingers and rubs it before trailing down its path into her hole. She tightens, and his lips slip back to her hood to relax her. Rolling his tongue around the second sensitive mouth on her body, savoring her like decadent chocolate, Sōma presses down on her abdomen.
"Haaaa! So…!"
He leans forward and lets her share in the meal he was just enjoying, pressing his total weight on her exposed chest. He can feel the synapses in his brain firing off with each inhaling kiss. He stops, and a look of confusion blankets her countenance. Her eyes fly open at the sudden stop of sensation.
"Why'd you stop?"
He doesn't answer; he studies her features and shoots his fang in an amused smirk. She wiggles under his pinning gaze.
He pulls back so she can, "Breathe, Nakiri."
"I-I'm…t-trying," she gasps.
Sōma found it adoring how worked up she got when they were physically intimate, almost like the strict, poised, and emotionless professional she usually never existed. He erects himself as her bare chest gradually rises and falls. She looks so vulnerable, and it flips a switch in him.
Her breathing deepens.
"Good. Let's continue," Sōma commands, pulling Erina closer; the sheets shift beneath her grip.
He lifts her legs over his shoulders, sticks his tongue back in, and takes his time making a natural rhythm with her body. Her hips gyrate over his head, and he follows their lead, sometimes choosing to go a different way just to tease her into a chase. He enjoys teasing her.
His tongue and fingers trade places, and with one smooth glide, he slips one finger at a time as he sucks her clit in a steady motion. She tries to scoot away but tightens her hold on him, jerking Sōma's neck forward. He pries a leg off his shoulder and thrusts his fingers in deeper. Erina snatches the pillow above her and groans into it.
"Where did you go?" He pulls the pillow off her face and tosses it to the side. He sticks his fingers into her mouth.
"I love how you taste. Don't you agree, God Tongue?"
She can only manage a slow nod as she sucks his fingers like a lollipop. Watching Erina lick his digits while piercing him with her eyes makes a surge of arousal wash over him.
Her mouth releases its suction. "I'm right here," she puffs out, her hair loose. "But not there, yet."
He nods and holds her smoldering gaze. He licks and fingers her slower and longer until he can feel her body begging for the edge. He seeks to oblige and begins flicking fast, then faster, and faster still…. Erina stifles a climaxing squeal. She grabs tufts of his hair's flames, like reins...
"Don't. Stop."
Or like she knows exactly what he was about to do.
"What did you say, Nakiri?" He licks his lips. "You want me to stop?"
He's toying with her, and she knows it.
Still, Erina shoots him a look that could kill and ties her ankles around his back. "Keep going," she demands.
He does as he's told.
"Hah…right there. Faster. Yes…mhmm." Her body begins trembling. "Sss-Soso-Ah-hhhiii…think I'm about to-"
"Don't cum yet." Sōma eyes her with a roused glint.
"Huh?" Erina's eyes are wild at the command. He deliberately presses her clit between his lips, sucking and tugging it until his tongue lightly tickles its tip like a feather.
"Let's cum together," he says into her mouth. She's melting on his tongue. Suddenly, Erina's whole body convulses with a sensual release, gripping the no longer fresh white sheets at her sides, tightening her ankles around his neck.
"Nakiri, since when were you bad at following directions?" He wipes the milky trail trickling down her lips like water streaming from a brook. Gliding two fingers up to the release site, he puts them between their mouths.
"You should know me by now, Yukihira." Erina sucks on it with vigor. "I do what I want."
She pushes his hand away. She's already loosened the drawstrings of his sweatpants, wrapped his erection in her hand, and gently pressed and rubbed his head. Sōma is losing his mind in a piquing daze when Erina leans down.
She whispers into his dick, "I'm in charge now," by the time he realizes he's become powerless.
-NAKIRI ERINA-
Their tongues meet in a sensual dance. She can still taste herself on his lips. A vision flashes. She shakes her head—she can't handle that image right now. She slowly begins squeezing and stroking his girth; she tugs at his bottom lip.
"Like this?"
An incoherent gargle of grumbles and groans into the small of her neck leaves her partner's throat.
"Should I speed up?" She speaks with a full mouth, triggering her gag reflex. The sensation must have done something to him because his member reflexively jumped. He nods, inhaling deeply. "I will oblige you—on one condition." She stops and stares at him. Sōma's expression is…hot. His eyes are burning right into her.
"What is it?" He swallows hard.
"Never edge me like that again."
He laughs. "You're such a businesswoman." But he nods in agreement, and she goes faster. It's erotic seeing him flinch and tremble under her jerking control, but the more they kiss, the less she can concentrate on her job. The deeper they kissed, the more she felt like she was blowing her job because Sōma's kisses were intoxicating, so it never took time to get tangled all up in him.
"Ah!" He hissed. "You're tugging too tight."
"Oops, sorry."
Sōma slides back. "You're good. I know you're in control, but not too rough, okay? Here, let me show you."
He pulls her up and turns her on her back. He stretches across her to grab his sweats.
"Are you about to go to sleep on me?"
"No?" He pulls out a condom wrapper and shakes it at her. "Safety first."
She relaxes under him. "Oh, yeah, thanks for remembering." He pecks the small of her back in response and then drags his tongue up her spine until he's tonguing her ear. "Wait! Sōma, did you plan this? You sly fox, so this was your reason for coming here tonight?"
He shrugs and flips her over. "So what if I did?" Sōma steadily runs his length up and down her pussy. She tenses when he reaches her heat. "Would you like to be doing something else right now?"
"...No."
"Okay then, relax and enjoy the ride." He muses. "Hm... You're throbbing on my head already?"
"Sōma…put it in already!"
"Well, isn't someone impatient?"
"I will punish you if you make me beg."
"Oi, Erina, don't tempt me with a good time!"
He inserts his wide length, slowly pulling himself deeper by the hip.
"Good boy," Erina mewls and melts under his touch. Sōma has a praise kink that she likes to exploit during times like this. She pecks the curl of his lip as he thrusts in a steady push-and-pull rhythm; her stomach feels full.
"So-oooma…"
"Does it hurt?"
"N-No, but you're too deep," she whimpers.
He pulls back. "Oh, Sorry, Nakiri," he shyly smirks. "But I'm not even halfway yet."
Erina gags. He leans forward and presses deeper into her. The sound that leaves her throat must've awakened something in him because Sōma picks up speed, and she's confident her soul is leaving her body. The bed rattles beneath them.
"What happened to 'people might hear us'?" He mocks, presses his chest into her back, and grinds inside her. Erina struggles for a snarky clapback, but it feels like her bones will liquefy at any moment. Yet she can't stop grinding her hips in a call-and-response.
"Oh, shut up. You don't know how it feels to have a curved dick creeping into your internal organs."
"You're right, but it feels good inside you." He licks her neck and bites down with another series of deep thrusts and long strokes. With each grind and sway, Sōma etches his words into her body, "I love you, Erina," drawing her closer until she begins buckling at the knees.
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So, this is what it means to be dickmatized?
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"I love you, Sōma."
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"Is it still uncomfortable?" He whispers in her ear, pulling her back into her body. She shakes her head slackly as every orifice of her body leaks. Her hips and thighs lock around him on their own. Aftershock?
"Nak-kiri…fuck!" He says into her back, his large hand pushing up the curve of her back. "I'm…cumming…!"
"Oh, no, you don't!" She slides him off and straddles his waist. "Not yet. I thought you said we were doing this together. You're stuck with me."
She guides his hard head to her opening and lowers his hips. Once he's halfway inside her, Erina presses down and starts rolling her ass. Sōma groans her name so loudly she has to kiss him to shush.
"Erina, I'm attached at the hip." His head lobs to the left to bite her neck and rotates deeper still. She's trembling, but it feels like they're dancing together in the kitchen again as she slides up and down his shaft. With each nibble to her neck and grind to his groin, they'd found their unique groove and were entirely in their rhythmic duet.
"Don't leave a hickey so high up, Yukihira. I have to close a deal tomorrow."
But it's the only thing he can do to keep from groaning like a wounded animal from ecstasy. He palms the crown of her head with one hand, pulling her hair, and sucks a nipple into his mouth, smashing their bodies together faster as she rides him. Their pants synchronize in harmony.
"Yea-yeah-yes, right there!"
"Nakiri!"
Erina cries, "Yes! What, Soma?!"
"Does this feel good?"
"Yes!"
"Good. My turn," Sōma tickles her ear and flips her on her side. His arm runs down her leg, and he throws her left leg over his right shoulder by her ankle. Erina notices the veins flexing through his arms and pelvic muscles from the swift motion. He tilts her face towards his and stares with the fiercest eyes she's ever seen him don.
It's like he can see right through me.
"Nakiri, listen," he breathes heavily, "I won't be able to stop myself. So, don't hold back either, okay?"
She nods, and they continue, never breaking eye contact for longer than a blink.
"Nakiri."
Erina whines, half-annoyed, half-aroused, "Yes, Sōma?"
"Does this feel fucking delicious?"
"Yes!"
"Does my food taste as good as this feels?"
"Yes!"
"So, is my food delicious?"
"No!" She claws and scratches at his back. He tightens his arm's grip around her waist as he moves with more vigor.
They both start shaking in each other's tight embrace.
"Sōma…I'm...cum-!" She screams.
"Me…too!" He grunts. Erina squeezes her legs around him tightly one last time.
Sōma pulls out and relieves himself on her chest, then caves on top of her for a while. They sink into a tender and gentle makeout session. These are Erina's kisses.
He dotingly scans her face. "I love you so much, Erina."
She brushes his hair out of his face and smiles. "I love you, too, Sōma," she says, their lips back together.
She really did.
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He rolls off, panting, and lays beside her to catch his breath. He reaches for the tissue box on the nightstand to initiate aftercare and kneels beside her to wipe her chest.
"You know, Erina, you're sexy as fuck," he says, moving further down, replacing a trail of light kisses where milky streaks once ran.
"I know I am."
"You're welcome!" He gives her the smugger grin with a hundred-percent success rate of driving her crazy.
Erina grabs his wrist as he motions to her love below. Her pussy was too sensitive to touch, and she needed to breathe.
"I got it." She tosses the tissue out of his hand and gets on her knees, spreading her body in the prone position in front of his regrowing erection. She slips into action before he gets any ideas for a third round. "Seems like someone can't be satisfied," she teases.
"I can, but only by you," Sōma corrects her through hitched breaths as she gently envelopes her lips over his lower head.
Erina liked that he corrected her about his commitment to her. It's made her love him even more.
a/n: it's been a while, and no, this isn't an april fool's joke. my mom visited me this weekend and cooked my favorite comfort food, inspiring me just to stop sitting on it and drop this new chapter. i've been working on it for so long. was it worth the wait?
also, to answer a question i've received and have been meaning to address (but forgot, lol), i aged up our characters a while ago, and would like to clarify Sōma is 19 and Erina is 18. that this lemon comes as
HIATUS NOTICE: I've realized I don't like leaving my readership in the dark about story pacing, so I won't. Comfort Food is taking a spring hiatus as I prepare drafts for the final act and finish out my classes this semester. I hope that the next CF chapter drops in mid-May…if you read ch. 23's author's note in Twin Flame, you know I said that the final chapters of this novel are taking their time unfolding, so I ask for your patience as I patiently await for the stars of inspiration and imagination to align in my creative spirit. I appreciate all your support, reviews, and, most importantly, the excited readership whenever a new chapter drops [those day-one numbers are always incredible to see!]
I'll still be working to finish Twin Flame in the meantime so that you won't be completely without the cozy writer for the next six weeks. (。•̀ᴗ-)