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The familiar scent of soy sauce, garlic and ginger greeted Haru the second he stepped inside their apartment, the scents mixing well with that of meat searing on a pan, creating an all too tempting aroma for someone as starved as he was. The nerves he had felt that morning before his exam had kept him from eating all day, so coming home now to the scent of a homecooked meal was making his mouth water.
“I’m home!” Haru called out almost immediately after shutting the door, before making quick work of slipping off his shoes and putting on a pair of slippers.
“Welcome back!” Wumuti called, her voice drifting down the corridor, “How did it go?”
Shuffling down the corridor in a hurry, Haru entered the kitchen and immediately wrapped his arms around Wumuti’s waist, pulling her into a tight hug as he himself buried his head in the crook of the other’s shoulder. From the second Haru pressed his nose against Wumuti’s skin, the powdery and familiar scent of Wumuti filled Haru’s nose, making him relax completely.
“I passed,” Haru said, his voice slightly muffled against Wumuti’s body, but not less relieved and proud.
“Of course you did,” Wumuti said easily, “I had no doubt you would pass. You’ve been working so hard for the past few weeks.”
Reaching up, Wumuti used one hand to brush Haru’s dark locks out of his face once the other had finally taken a step back. Brushing it behind Haru’s ear, Wumuti couldn’t help but smile affectionately, before leaning in and placing a gentle kiss against her boyfriend’s cheek.
She had seen how hard Haru had been working, had seen just how much effort the other had put into this final exam of the semester. Countless nights where Haru hadn’t come to bed before Wumuti had dozed off, and countless nights where Haru had been revising instead of going on their usual walk before bed. The long nights were no doubt a direct cause of the unbelievable number of empty cans of energy drink Wumuti had been recycling on her grocery trips over the past few weeks too.
Looking over at the stove, Haru could practically feel his mouth watering at the sight of the bite-sized pieces of meat grilling on the pan, his eyes easily looking away from the vegetables sizzling away on the other pan with practiced ease.
“I had a feeling you hadn’t really had anything to eat today,” Wumuti said softly, as she took the meat off the pan, and placed it on a plate, before leaving the pan in the sink, “so I wanted to make something I know you love. I know it’s not the same grilling it, but this is the best I could do for now.”
“Muti-noona,” Haru said softly, a small pout setting in on his lips, “your cooking is more delicious than any Japanese restaurant in all of Seoul.”
“Now you’re just exaggerating,” Wumuti said fondly, as she grabbed the two plates with meat and vegetables and brought them over to their small dinner table, “it’s probably not super authentic, but I did my best. I even managed to find beef tongue at the butcher’s, but I still don’t know how that will taste when it’s been pan-fried instead of grilled.”
As they both sat down at their table, Haru couldn’t help but smile as he looked over everything. Wumuti had prepared just about everything for him, cooking the food, setting the table, and even gone out of her way to try and find his favourite cut of meat for him. Beautifully cooked slices of beef rested beside bowls of steamed rice, a few dipping sauces as well as a plate with grilled mushrooms and onions that had been caramelized slightly on the pan. No matter how much Haru despised vegetables, he could admit they looked great plated up like this.
“Thank you for the food,” Haru said, before picking up his chopsticks and immediately going for a piece of the meat.
Blowing carefully on it, Haru couldn’t help the delighted moan that escaped his lips as he shoved the piece of meat inside his mouth. It was tender and cooked just how he liked it, even if it didn’t have the distinct taste of meat cooked on a grill, it still tasted heavenly. Wumuti ate slowly as she watched Haru wolf down his food, both meat and rice disappearing fast.
When he was just about finished with his bowl of rice, Haru looked back over at the vegetables with an uneasy expression. He knew he should at least try them since Wumuti had gone out of her way to make him dinner, but the mere thought of the mushroom entering his mouth and ruining the flavour profiles left behind by the meat was making him frown. Wumuti caught on quickly, as she watched Haru trying to find the courage to reach out with his chopsticks and grab a piece. Smiling slightly, Wumuti reached out and grabbed the plate of vegetables, before pulling it closer to herself.
Tilting his head to the side, Haru looked back at Wumuti with pure confusion on his face. Smiling slightly, Wumuti placed the vegetables outside of Haru’s reach.
“These are for me, so you can’t have any,” she said, before sticking her tongue out slightly at him.
“Eh?” Haru said, his eyes blinking rapidly as he tried to understand what Wumuti was saying, “But you? You normally nag so much about me not eating vegetables so why-”
“Well these are for me, so you can go ahead and eat your meat, cause I’m not sharing,” Wumuti said, a teasing glint in her eyes, as she pushed more of the meat closer to Haru.
It took a few seconds, but Haru finally caught on. A small smile tucked on his lips as he dove back into the meat once more.
When dinner was finished, Haru got up and began collecting the dishes. He didn’t get far, however, before Wumuti stopped him, and gently pushed him away from the table.
“You go and take a shower whilst I clean up here,” Wumuti said with a smile on her lips, “and then we can watch some anime together afterwards. Sounds good?”
“But Muti-noona,” Haru complained, as he looked around at the mess in the kitchen, “you already cooked dinner for me, and I’ve barely done anything around the apartment for the past few weeks. I should take the dishes tonight, please?”
“Nope,” Wumuti said, before she began ushering him out of the kitchen once more, “we had a clear deal when you moved in with me; during exam season you focus on your studies, and the rest of the year we split the work equally. This is your last day of exam season, so enjoy not doing the dishes one last time – I’ll be working you to the bone again from tomorrow, don’t you worry.”
Haru couldn’t help but laugh slightly as he finally gave up and retreated to their bedroom to find some clean and comfortable clothes to change into after his shower. A pair of boxershorts and an oversized t-shirt would easily do the trick.
Once Haru was out of the shower, he made his way into the living room where Wumuti was already sitting. Wasting no time, Haru immediately went and sat by her side, and letting himself cuddle in close against her body, resting his head on her shoulder.
“Want to pick up where we left off, or should we start something new?” Wumuti asked, remote in hand and ready to find whatever Haru wanted.
“Let’s finish the one we started first,” Haru answered easily, as he let himself get comfortable, “then we can start something new tomorrow.”
When the final episode ended a little after midnight, Haru couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. The night had been so nice and relaxing, and the fact that it would now have to come to an end made him feel a little sad. He knew if he asked, Wumuti would never say no to starting a new anime, but he couldn’t get himself to do it. Wumuti had done so much for him today, she had to be tired. She deserved some rest.
“Thank you for tonight, Muti-noona,” Haru said, his voice small as he began to move to get up, “really, it meant a lot to me-”
“Who said we were done?” Wumuti asked, her voice low and seductive as she slowly moved to sit in Haru’s lap, “I don’t remember giving you permission to go yet. Do you?”
“No,” Haru said easily, his body melting against the couch cushions as Wumuti pressed her ass against his cock, “I’m sorry, I just thought-”
“Who said you needed to think?” Wumuti asked, her fingers grabbing Haru’s chin, before slowly tilting his head backwards, “You just need to be good for me, and let me reward you. Can you do that for me?”
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Haru nodded his head eagerly. He could be good for Wumuti, that much he knew. As Wumuti leaned in and pressed her lips against his, Haru couldn’t stop himself from placing his hands on her hips. His fingers were practically trembling as he tried to restrain himself. He knew he wasn’t allowed to make her move, but he so desperately wanted her to move again.
“Look at you,” Wumuti said, her lips ghosting over Haru’s as she slowly began moving her hips once more, grinding her ass against Haru’s hardening cock, “trying so hard to be a good boy for me. You want to be good for mommy, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Haru whined, as he felt his cock twitch against her ass, a wet patch no doubt forming in the front of his boxer shorts, “wanna be good for mommy, please- I’ll always be good for you.”
“I know, baby, I know,” Wumuti whispered, before pushing her tongue inside Haru’s mouth.
Haru couldn’t help the small jerking movements he made against Wumuti’s ass once her tongue was inside of his mouth. She had always known just how to get him close, and fast. Wumuti knew how sensitive he was, and she knew just how much he loved feeling her tongue inside of his mouth. A small whimper escaped Haru’s lips the second he felt Wumuti’s hardening cock press against his stomach. The thought that he was turning her on made him feel proud and even more turned on.
“So, if I were to slip down on my knees and suck you off, do you think you could be good for me and sit still?” Wumuti asked, her tone sensual as she slowly dragged her tongue across Haru’s bottom lip before continuing, “And if you’re a really good boy for mommy, I might let you come inside my mouth. How does that sound?”
“R-really?” Haru asked, his voice eager and eyes big, “You would? You would suck me off and let me come inside your mouth?”
“Only if you’re a very good boy, and do as mommy says,” Wumuti teased, before slowly moving out of Haru’s lap, and sinking onto the floor, her eyes never once leaving Haru’s, “my baby deserves a treat for how good you have been, studying for your exams and passing the last one today.”
Taking a deep breath, Haru bit down on his bottom lip as he watched Wumuti reach inside his boxershorts and pull out his already leaking cock. Looking up at Haru, Wumuti stuck her tongue out and gently let the tip slide across Haru’s slit, picking up the small pearls of pre-cum slowly dripping out.
“Yummy,” Wumuti whispered, before she pressed a gentle kiss against the sensitive head, enjoying the way Haru was practically squirming in front of her already.
Adjusting her grip around Haru’s cock, Wumuti flattened her tongue before slapping Haru’s cock against it. The wet noise that came from the contact was obscene, enough to make Haru blush as she watched Wumuti slowly wrap her beautiful, plump lips around the head of his cock. The second her lips closed around him, Haru could barely contain the moan that forced its way up his throat.
Wumuti couldn’t help but hum around Haru’s cock as she slowly took him further into her mouth. Hollowing her cheeks and pressing her tongue against the underside of the shaft, Wumuti continued to look up at Haru, maintaining eye contact as she sucked and slurped around his cock. With one hand around the shaft, Wumuti placed her other hand on Haru’s bare thigh, and dug her nails into his skin, no doubt leaving behind small, crescent-moon shaped marks once she let him go.
As she pulled back a bit, Wumuti took a deep breath through her nose, before taking more of Haru’s cock back into her mouth, a small gagging noise leaving her as the head of Haru’s cock pressed against her uvula. Swallowing around the cock, Wumuti forced herself to relax and take him down into her throat, until her nose was pressed directly against the unkempt bush protruding from the opening in Haru’s boxershorts. She knew her boyfriend preferred to keep it trimmed and neat, but something about the way Haru had been so busy that he hadn’t had the time to maintain it properly was turning her on more than she had expected.
“I’m gonna come,” Haru whined, his eyes slipping shut as he curled his hands into fists, trying to keep himself from coming before he got the go-ahead from Wumuti.
“Go on then, baby, you must have been so pent up,” Wumuti said, once she pulled off Haru’s cock, her voice slightly strained and a little hoarse, “be good and come down mommy’s throat. Let me taste your cum, my little fox.”
“Mommy!” Haru cried, his hands immediately moving to grab onto Wumuti’s hair once she swallowed about half of his cock down once more.
Wumuti barely managed to bob her head a few times before Haru finally came inside of her mouth, his cock twitching as he came in ropes inside of her warm, wet mouth. Wumuti couldn’t help but moan a little at the taste, the salty and slightly bitter liquids coating her tongue and sliding down her throat. Once Haru’s cock had stopped twitching inside of her mouth, Wumuti gently sucked a little on the head, before slowly pulling off with a wet pop. Licking her lips, Wumuti moved back into Haru’s lap, and waited patiently for the other to open his eyes once more.
The second Haru opened his eyes, Wumuti smiled and opened her mouth, showing Haru the way his cum was pooling inside of her mouth. Swirling it around a bit with her tongue, Wumuti leaned forward and pressed her mouth against Haru’s, before slowly pushing some of the cum inside his mouth with her tongue. Haru grabbed tightly onto Wumuti’s waist as he felt her rocking against his thigh, getting herself off as she shared his own cum with him. The taste was salty, bitter and like nothing Haru would ever want in his mouth – but because it came from Wumuti’s mouth, Haru couldn’t help but love every moment of it.
When Wumuti came on top of him, Haru could feel his thigh getting wet. The thought that Wumuti had spilled her own cum in her underwear instead of on him made him a little annoyed, but even so the beautiful sight of his partner getting herself off on top of him quickly made up for that. Letting out a deep, shuddering breath, Wumuti gently sucked on Haru’s tongue as she felt her own orgasm slowly subside.
Once she pulled back, Wumuti swallowed down the remains of Haru’s cum still left in her mouth, before pressing a kiss against Haru’s lips once more.
“I’m so proud of you, Haru-yah,” Wumuti said softly, as she let herself cuddle in closer to Haru’s body, while willing herself to ignore the sticky and cooling cum inside of her underwear.
“I don’t know what I would do without you,” Haru said earnestly, as he wrapped his arms around Wumuti’s waist, and held her closer.