{13--Ninomiya Kazunari/Yoshitaka Yuriko} Hunger
Title: Hunger
Pairing: Ninomiya Kazunari/Yoshitaka Yuriko
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1,421
Summary: Yuriko comes over to his place to make gyoza, and Nino decides that he is hungry for something else.
Author’s Note: Written for jadenmd . Also tagging frostbittenlove and april_0410 just because the former is my GB and the other is a Master of sorts. /coughs
Warning: Well, the rating is NC-17 so there’s some sex in this.
Nino sat cross-legged on the floor of his apartment, hands occupied with a plate of freshly made gyoza. He dipped one dumpling with soy sauce and bit into it, letting the flavors of chives and pork meat settle in his mouth. It was a little too hot on the tongue but it was tasty to say the least.
He glanced over his shoulder to where Yuriko was, standing in front of the stove with a pair of long wooden chopsticks as she flipped over a fresh batch of gyoza.
His eyes landed on her outfit, which he had noticed the moment she stepped into his apartment just thirty minutes prior--uninvited but not unwelcomed--but he didn't realize how short her denim skirt actually was until now. It was, if he could see correctly, three inches above the knee and if he craned his neck enough, he would probably be able to see her underwear. And that shirt of hers-a white tee with a v-neck-was made with thin material so he could see the outline of her black lace bra and the exact location of the clasp.
Here she was, dressed like this, standing in his kitchen, holding his chopsticks and using his frying pan. That was an open invitation to a lot of things, and it didn’t take long for him to think of what he wanted to do.
He polished off the rest of the dumplings and walked into the kitchen to where she was. He placed the empty ceramic plate and wooden chopsticks into the sink, and sidled up next to her. “You came all the way here to make gyoza,” he said dryly, and she gave him an inquisitive glance, but he ignored that and continued on. “Don’t you have something else in mind?”
She grinned at him and cocked her head sideways. “Like what?” she inquired slyly as she slid the dumplings onto a plate and picked up with her chopsticks to put one into her mouth. “Not bad,” she said, licking her lips as soon as she swallowed.
Then she had the audacity to smile at him, and a gleam flashed in her eyes as she did so.
The next thing he knew, he had already thrown her chopsticks into the sink and his hands were already running freely on her back as his lips savaged hers. There was no way he could have stood there and watched her without laying a finger on her skin, and this was all her fault in the first place.
“You didn’t tell me we were going to do this here,” she said in between kisses, and placed her hands around his neck to let her fingers outline his defined jaw. Clearly she didn’t mind what they were doing here in the kitchen that stunk of chives.
“No. You didn’t tell me we were going to do this here,” he retorted as he slipped a hand into her shirt and into her lacy bra to cup one of her breasts. They felt warm under his touch and he moved swiftly to unhook the clasp of the bra. The thing came off within seconds. “What was the point in wearing this with a white shirt?” he asked exasperatedly as he saw her perk nipples through the thin material.
She giggled as she buried her face into his neck, letting her chest press against his. “I’ve decided this would be my cooking outfit for you,” she said as she left a trail of tiny kisses along his collarbone.
He scoffed as he lifted her shirt up, exposing her smooth and flat abdomen and ran his fingers all over it. “The thing is, Yuriko, I don’t eat a lot. Everyone knows that,” he said, reaching for the zipper of her skirt with one hand and the other lifting the shirt over her head.
“You’re going to eat a lot more from now on,” she challenged, her hand extending out to reach for the bulge in his pants. “Because this outfit is for you,” she emphasized as her hand slipped into his sweatpants to touch the hardness of him.
He ignored what she was saying. Instead, his lips and hands rotated on her nipples-kissing and kneading them at his own will-all while he enjoyed the way her fingers were pressing the right spots onto that part of him. And she teased him with the occasional pulling, but she got the punishment when his fingers slipped through the open zipper of her skirt and slid into her lacy underwear.
It didn’t take him long to find what he was looking for there, and he slipped two fingers into her at once, causing her moan into his ear. She had been ready for him.
“Didn’t know you were this hungry,” she teased, letting her body fall deeper into his embrace, her legs already entangled with his. She removed his shirt and she grabbed him by his hair and kissed him intensely as their hands fondled with each other down south.
He let his fingers slip in and out in circular motions and in slow movements while she rewarded him with gentle squeezes and presses.
Everything came to a halt when her hand finally made skin-to-skin contact with his hardened member and he lifted her onto the kitchen top next to the sink. It might not be the most comfortable place to engage in this kind of activity, but experience with her told him that she was pretty flexible when it came to these situations.
“We’re getting to the good part,” she said, giving him a toothy smile as she sat back, letting him take the lead in pulling her denim skirt and her underwear off.
“There’s always a good part with me,” he assured her with a smirk, and threw her garments onto the floor. He leaned forward, letting his tongue run across her chest and he heard her moans and gasps echo in his ears.
“Except the good part takes too long to get to,” she said in a rather raspy voice.
“That’s because you’re not cooperating,” he pointed out frustratingly, and grabbed her hand put it on his abdomen. He was still in his sweatpants and he desperately needed some fresh air because he was about to explode in heat. He didn’t want to explode in his pants; there was a better place for that to happen.
She chuckled as she pulled his pants and boxers down, watching them fall to his ankles. She then moved forward to put her arms around him, her small breasts just inches away from his chest and said, “So. Are you hungry?”
He narrowed his eyes at her and pulled her to the edge to accommodate him. “I think you are,” he responded cheekily and slipped into her without any forewarning. She clamped her legs around him in response and buried her face into his neck, panting and moaning as he moved inside of her in a speedy rhythm. His hands kept busy with her nipples, cupping and kneading them with the fingers he usually used to play games with until she was slightly swollen from his touch.
He sunk deeper into her when she lifted herself forward, and then his movements began to pick up. He could feel their body heat rupturing throughout their physical connection, and his pumping into her made his knees go weak, especially when as he locked lips with her.
But in the midst of this exchange, she pulled back from the kiss and let only her closed lips touched his. He tried to pry them open, only to have her stop him. “I think you’re the one who’s hungry here,” she murmured with a smile, and he scowled at her but said nothing.
Instead, he slammed into her for the final time. He watched as she threw her head back, her features momentarily frozen as the peak spread throughout her body. And, as he had been waiting for the longest time, he exploded into her just moments after she did, and he pulled her close again.
She rested her chin on his shoulder and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear as she said, “You’re going to eat more from now on because you’ll always be hungry.”
“You just want to cook for me in that outfit,” he retorted, but he couldn’t deny that this would be happening more frequently in the near future.
“I do,” she replied, and she said nothing more after that.
*
End
Pairing: Ninomiya Kazunari/Yoshitaka Yuriko
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1,421
Summary: Yuriko comes over to his place to make gyoza, and Nino decides that he is hungry for something else.
Author’s Note: Written for jadenmd . Also tagging frostbittenlove and april_0410 just because the former is my GB and the other is a Master of sorts. /coughs
Warning: Well, the rating is NC-17 so there’s some sex in this.
Nino sat cross-legged on the floor of his apartment, hands occupied with a plate of freshly made gyoza. He dipped one dumpling with soy sauce and bit into it, letting the flavors of chives and pork meat settle in his mouth. It was a little too hot on the tongue but it was tasty to say the least.
He glanced over his shoulder to where Yuriko was, standing in front of the stove with a pair of long wooden chopsticks as she flipped over a fresh batch of gyoza.
His eyes landed on her outfit, which he had noticed the moment she stepped into his apartment just thirty minutes prior--uninvited but not unwelcomed--but he didn't realize how short her denim skirt actually was until now. It was, if he could see correctly, three inches above the knee and if he craned his neck enough, he would probably be able to see her underwear. And that shirt of hers-a white tee with a v-neck-was made with thin material so he could see the outline of her black lace bra and the exact location of the clasp.
Here she was, dressed like this, standing in his kitchen, holding his chopsticks and using his frying pan. That was an open invitation to a lot of things, and it didn’t take long for him to think of what he wanted to do.
He polished off the rest of the dumplings and walked into the kitchen to where she was. He placed the empty ceramic plate and wooden chopsticks into the sink, and sidled up next to her. “You came all the way here to make gyoza,” he said dryly, and she gave him an inquisitive glance, but he ignored that and continued on. “Don’t you have something else in mind?”
She grinned at him and cocked her head sideways. “Like what?” she inquired slyly as she slid the dumplings onto a plate and picked up with her chopsticks to put one into her mouth. “Not bad,” she said, licking her lips as soon as she swallowed.
Then she had the audacity to smile at him, and a gleam flashed in her eyes as she did so.
The next thing he knew, he had already thrown her chopsticks into the sink and his hands were already running freely on her back as his lips savaged hers. There was no way he could have stood there and watched her without laying a finger on her skin, and this was all her fault in the first place.
“You didn’t tell me we were going to do this here,” she said in between kisses, and placed her hands around his neck to let her fingers outline his defined jaw. Clearly she didn’t mind what they were doing here in the kitchen that stunk of chives.
“No. You didn’t tell me we were going to do this here,” he retorted as he slipped a hand into her shirt and into her lacy bra to cup one of her breasts. They felt warm under his touch and he moved swiftly to unhook the clasp of the bra. The thing came off within seconds. “What was the point in wearing this with a white shirt?” he asked exasperatedly as he saw her perk nipples through the thin material.
She giggled as she buried her face into his neck, letting her chest press against his. “I’ve decided this would be my cooking outfit for you,” she said as she left a trail of tiny kisses along his collarbone.
He scoffed as he lifted her shirt up, exposing her smooth and flat abdomen and ran his fingers all over it. “The thing is, Yuriko, I don’t eat a lot. Everyone knows that,” he said, reaching for the zipper of her skirt with one hand and the other lifting the shirt over her head.
“You’re going to eat a lot more from now on,” she challenged, her hand extending out to reach for the bulge in his pants. “Because this outfit is for you,” she emphasized as her hand slipped into his sweatpants to touch the hardness of him.
He ignored what she was saying. Instead, his lips and hands rotated on her nipples-kissing and kneading them at his own will-all while he enjoyed the way her fingers were pressing the right spots onto that part of him. And she teased him with the occasional pulling, but she got the punishment when his fingers slipped through the open zipper of her skirt and slid into her lacy underwear.
It didn’t take him long to find what he was looking for there, and he slipped two fingers into her at once, causing her moan into his ear. She had been ready for him.
“Didn’t know you were this hungry,” she teased, letting her body fall deeper into his embrace, her legs already entangled with his. She removed his shirt and she grabbed him by his hair and kissed him intensely as their hands fondled with each other down south.
He let his fingers slip in and out in circular motions and in slow movements while she rewarded him with gentle squeezes and presses.
Everything came to a halt when her hand finally made skin-to-skin contact with his hardened member and he lifted her onto the kitchen top next to the sink. It might not be the most comfortable place to engage in this kind of activity, but experience with her told him that she was pretty flexible when it came to these situations.
“We’re getting to the good part,” she said, giving him a toothy smile as she sat back, letting him take the lead in pulling her denim skirt and her underwear off.
“There’s always a good part with me,” he assured her with a smirk, and threw her garments onto the floor. He leaned forward, letting his tongue run across her chest and he heard her moans and gasps echo in his ears.
“Except the good part takes too long to get to,” she said in a rather raspy voice.
“That’s because you’re not cooperating,” he pointed out frustratingly, and grabbed her hand put it on his abdomen. He was still in his sweatpants and he desperately needed some fresh air because he was about to explode in heat. He didn’t want to explode in his pants; there was a better place for that to happen.
She chuckled as she pulled his pants and boxers down, watching them fall to his ankles. She then moved forward to put her arms around him, her small breasts just inches away from his chest and said, “So. Are you hungry?”
He narrowed his eyes at her and pulled her to the edge to accommodate him. “I think you are,” he responded cheekily and slipped into her without any forewarning. She clamped her legs around him in response and buried her face into his neck, panting and moaning as he moved inside of her in a speedy rhythm. His hands kept busy with her nipples, cupping and kneading them with the fingers he usually used to play games with until she was slightly swollen from his touch.
He sunk deeper into her when she lifted herself forward, and then his movements began to pick up. He could feel their body heat rupturing throughout their physical connection, and his pumping into her made his knees go weak, especially when as he locked lips with her.
But in the midst of this exchange, she pulled back from the kiss and let only her closed lips touched his. He tried to pry them open, only to have her stop him. “I think you’re the one who’s hungry here,” she murmured with a smile, and he scowled at her but said nothing.
Instead, he slammed into her for the final time. He watched as she threw her head back, her features momentarily frozen as the peak spread throughout her body. And, as he had been waiting for the longest time, he exploded into her just moments after she did, and he pulled her close again.
She rested her chin on his shoulder and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear as she said, “You’re going to eat more from now on because you’ll always be hungry.”
“You just want to cook for me in that outfit,” he retorted, but he couldn’t deny that this would be happening more frequently in the near future.
“I do,” she replied, and she said nothing more after that.
*
End