Stealing Spree

Slipping the oversized shirt over Nao’s head, I let it fall and it actually reached low enough to cover the tops of her thighs. She didn’t bother with the underwear yet. She just stood there barefoot in my clothes, sleeves pushed up to her elbows, hair still damp and curling at the ends.

She looked unfairly cute like that, like she belonged in my kitchen near midnight, stealing my shirts and my sanity.

“Stop ogling and start measuring, pervert,” She said without looking up, already tying a frilly pink apron she’d found somewhere around her waist. The bow at the back made her look even more edible.

Then, she grabbed the pair of panties and put them on.

“Yes, ma’am.” I saluted after watching that extremely enticing show.

We moved around each other like we’d done this a hundred times. She cracked eggs one-handed, and I melted butter in the microwave. Flour dusted the counter like fresh snow. The girl hip-checked me every time I reached for the good vanilla first. In response, I stole kisses every time she bent over to grab something from a lower cabinet.

It’s like something a normal couple would do on their day off. Just spending time together, doing things they both enjoy. The kind of quiet, stupidly happy domesticity I never thought I’d get before the change in me.

Halfway through mixing the second batch, Nao dipped a finger in the dough, bringing it to my lips.

“Taste.”

I put on a mischievous smirk and sucked her finger clean without breaking eye contact.

Her pupils dilated instantly as she covered her mouth, preventing a moan from leaking.

“…You’ve done that on purpose, pervert Ruki.” She muttered, voice already breathy.

“What? You said taste. I just did what you asked of me.” I shrugged, “By the way, it’s perfect. Not too sugary and a little salty.”

“This guy… The salt came from my skin, idiot,” Nao finished, cheeks blazing as she yanked her finger free with a wet pop.

A thin string of saliva broke between us and she stared at it like it personally offended her before wiping it on my chest.

I put on an unrepentant grin. “Still the best flavor.”

She huffed, spun away, and attacked the dough with the wooden spoon like it owed her money. The motion made my oversized shirt ride up just enough to flash the curve where thigh met ass.

I stepped in behind her, hands settling on her hips under the pretense of helping stir. She stiffened for half a second, then melted back against me when I didn’t do anything else. Just rested my chin on her shoulder and watched her fold chocolate chips into the dough with those precise little movements she only used when baking.

“You’re distracting,” She whined softly.

“I’m just watching my Nao. This is a rare occasion, no? Most of the time, you’d just send me the finished product.”

“T-then watch and help. We’re making this together, idiot. Also, that tea. Brew it soon. We’d bring these all upstairs.”

“Sure, sure. I’ll do it after we start baking.” I slid my arms further, locking my fingers on her navel.

My cock couldn’t help but rub against her ass through the thin fabric of my shirt she was wearing. Just a lazy drag, back and forth, like it had a mind of its own. Nao’s breath hitched the moment she felt it, the wooden spoon in her hand freezing mid-fold.

“…Ruki,” She warned, but it came out shaky. Her hips gave the tiniest involuntary roll backward, pressing harder against me like her body was already negotiating with her brain.

“I’m just standing here,” I murmured against her earlobe, letting my lips brush the sensitive skin there. “You’re the one moving, Nao.”

She made this frustrated little sound in the back of her throat and elbowed me lightly in the ribs. “We’re supposed to be baking.”

“We are baking.” I nuzzled into her damp hair, inhaling that faint vanilla scent that always clung to her after a bath. “Multitasking. I’m helping you relax.”

“You’re helping yourself to my ass, that’s what you’re doing.”

“Mhm. Right. You’re not wrong.” I slid one hand up under the hem of the shirt, fingers splaying over the warm skin of her stomach. She shivered, goosebumps racing across her arms. “But you’re not wearing anything under this shirt except those cute little panties I just watched you wiggle into. That’s basically an invitation.”

Nao turned her head just enough to glare at me over her shoulder, cheeks flushed bright pink. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it.”

She didn’t deny it. Just bit her lip and went back to folding chocolate chips like her life depended on it. Naturally, I also thoughtfully stopped distracting her too much. Just a few pecks and touches as I waited for her to finish.

And when she’s done, she had me shove the trays into the preheated oven like I was on a timer myself. The soft clunk of the door shutting felt final, like the only thing standing between us and the next twenty minutes of having nothing to do.

Nao wiped her hands on the apron, then on my chest again for good measure, leaving little flour handprints over my heart. She looked up at me with those quiet, dangerous eyes that always meant trouble.

“Twenty minutes,” She said, sounding a little ragged. “What ever will we do?”

I didn’t even pretend to think about it. My hands were already back on her hips, spinning her around and lifting her clean off the floor in one motion. She let out the tiniest squeak, more surprise than protest, and then her legs were around my waist, ankles locking at the small of my back like they belonged there.

“Ruki–” She started with a giggle and a little bit of a scolding tone but I put a finger on her lips, cutting her off.

“Shh. Oven’s busy. I’m not.”

I set her down right on the counter again, this time pushing the mixing bowls aside without a care. Flour puffed up in little clouds around us. The oversized shirt rolled all the way up to her waist and I slowly bunched it above her breasts. The apron had to go, unfortunately, leaving the panties being the only thing between us now.

“The tea.” She reminded me.

And I facepalmed. I quickly moved to reach for it, setting it on the counter beside us before grabbing the kettle from the stove. Nao watched me with that amused little smirk, legs still dangling, thighs parted just enough to make my blood rush south again.

“Priorities, huh?” She teased, voice low and husky as she leaned back on her palms, the oversized shirt still bunched up under her arms. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, nipples already stiff from the cool kitchen air and everything I’d done while she prepared the cookie dough.

“Tea first,” I muttered, filling the kettle and flicking it on. “Then you. Again.”

The click of the kettle starting up was loud in the quiet kitchen. Nao tilted her head, hair falling over one shoulder, and gave me that look like she knew exactly how wrecked I was for her and was enjoying every second of it.

“Come here,” She said softly, crooking a finger.

How could I resist?

I stepped back between her thighs, hands sliding up them slow enough that she shivered. My thumbs hooked under the edges of those little panties, tugging them down her legs in one smooth pull. She lifted her hips to help, then kicked them aside with a breathless laugh when they caught on her ankle. Following that, the boxer shorts I put on also dropped to the floor.

With this, the next twenty minutes were just us doing a few more rounds while waiting for the tea and cookies.

Once we were done, I ended up carrying her back to the living room and set her down on the long sofa to rest while I plated the cookies and prepared the tea set.

Nao rolled onto her side, propping her chin on one hand while the oversized shirt rode up just enough to flash the red imprints my fingers had left on her hips and ass. She looked sleepy, smug, and entirely too pleased with herself as she watched work.

“Hurry up, Ruki. They’ll come down and demand that you pamper them more like you pampered me just now.” She teasingly said.

“It doesn’t matter, no? I’m still planning to pamper all of you before we sleep. This… This is just to give us more energy.”

Upon saying that, I finished setting everything up on a tray.

I carried the tray in one hand and looped my other arm around Nao’s waist, letting her lean on me as we climbed the stairs. Her legs were still shaky, and every step made her press closer, the oversized shirt brushing my hip like a secret.

By the time we reached the bedroom door, the muffled voices inside had gone suspiciously quiet. Too quiet.

I nudged the door open with my shoulder.

Three pairs of eyes snapped to us at once. Yep. Akane, Hanabi and Azusa were already getting impatient waiting.