The scent of sizzling butter and sweet toast drifted through the air as Shin stepped into the kitchen, already dressed in his neatly pressed high school uniform. His black blazer hung open over his white shirt, tie loosely knotted, and his usual calm expression softened when he spotted Ai.
She stood at the stove, her back to him, completely focused on the breakfast she was making. A gentle melody hummed from her lips as she swayed slightly from side to side. The early morning sunlight poured through the window, casting a glow across her pale skin.
She wore nothing but a pristine white apron tied snugly around her waist and neck, leaving her back bare and her silhouette elegant and alluring. Shin stopped in his tracks, drinking in the sight of her.
A slow smile spread across his face. Quietly, he walked over to her.
Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
"Ah!" Ai yelped, nearly jumping out of her skin. "O-Onii-chan! You scared me!"
He chuckled, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Good morning to you too."
Ai pouted, but her voice held no real complaint. "You can't sneak up on people like that…"
"But it's so worth it," he murmured, nuzzling into the side of her neck.
His lips brushed over her skin, soft kisses trailing slowly up to the spot just below her ear. Ai's breath caught, and her shoulders tensed before gradually relaxing into his touch.
Despite herself, she let out a soft sigh, her fingers expertly flipping a pancake in the pan. "I'm trying to cook, Onii-chan…"
"And I'm trying to distract you," Shin teased, his voice low and playful.
His hands rested at her hips, fingers curling ever so slightly into the fabric of the apron. "Wearing nothing but an apron? You're so bold in the mornings, Ai."
She flushed, her ears turning pink. "It's just us… and besides, I didn't feel like wearing anything else."
"Dangerous logic," he whispered, pressing another kiss at the nape of her neck. "You're lucky it's me and not someone else walking in."
She hummed. "But it is you… so I don't mind."
Shin smiled against her skin, then slowly raised one hand, trailing his fingers up to her lips. Ai blinked, startled by the sudden touch.
"Your lips are always so soft…" he whispered.
His fingertips traced her lower lip gently, rubbing in slow circles.
Ai opened her mouth to speak, but he gently slid two fingers past her lips, brushing against her tongue.
She froze at first, wide-eyed, then slowly relaxed around the intrusion. Her mouth closed gently around his fingers, her tongue tentatively exploring them. A soft, involuntary sound escaped her.
Shin watched, entranced. Her lips closed tighter, and she suckled lightly, her cheeks growing pinker by the second.
He slid his fingers in deeper, his thumb brushing the edge of her cheek.
"Still focused on cooking, Ai-chan?" he murmured.
She let out a muffled whimper, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment.
His fingers moved slowly, rubbing gently along her tongue, trailing over every soft ridge, feeling her warm breath against his knuckles. The wet heat of her mouth made him pulse with heat himself.
Her lips clung to his fingers as he gently twisted them, and her soft sucking grew more deliberate, like she wanted to keep him there just a little longer.
Ai's legs shifted slightly, her bare thighs brushing against his pants. Her fingers held the spatula loosely, forgotten.
He leaned in close, murmuring against her ear, "You're making me want to skip school."
Ai's eyes fluttered open just barely, and she let out a tiny laugh around his fingers.
He kissed her shoulder, his free hand still resting against her waist.
"Let me enjoy this a little longer," he whispered. "You're so warm… and you taste sweet."
Ai made a soft, content sound, but just as Shin leaned in again—
She slowly popped his fingers out of her mouth with a wet sound, licking her lips shyly afterward.
"Onii-chan… you're going to make me burn breakfast."
He chuckled, licking the taste of her from his fingers.
"Then maybe we should eat each other first."
"Pervert," she whispered, her voice trembling between embarrassment and affection.
"Only for you," he replied, hugging her tighter from behind.
The pan hissed as the pancake finished cooking, but neither of them moved right away.
The apron shifted with her slight movement, revealing a teasing glimpse of her curves beneath the thin white fabric. Shin's gaze dropped for a moment, lingering on the swell of her chest before rising to meet her eyes again.
"Give me a long, wet kiss, Ai," he said, voice husky and low, every word dragging across her skin like a caress. "Right now."
Ai's breath hitched, her cheeks glowing with warmth, but there was no hesitation in the way she leaned toward him.
Their lips met—softly at first, then deeper, hungrier. Shin cupped her cheek with one hand while the other slid down to her waist, fingers trailing slowly over the curve of her hip. The kiss grew wetter, more intense, as Ai opened up to him, letting his tongue glide against hers.
Her body pressed into his, and his hand traveled upward, fingers skimming over the side of her breast through the apron, slow and deliberate. She gasped into his mouth, and he drank in the sound, pulling her closer, anchoring her against him like he couldn't stand a single inch of distance.
Ai's hands gripped his shirt tightly, pulling at the fabric as their mouths moved in sync—slow, deep, and unhurried, like they had all the time in the world.
When they finally broke apart, both of them breathless, Shin rested his forehead against hers.
"You taste like trouble," he murmured.
Ai gave a soft laugh, her voice husky. "And you're seriously going to be late for school."
He smirked. "Worth it."
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Shin sat comfortably in the wooden chair near the small round dining table, the morning sun filtering through gauzy curtains, painting golden stripes across the hardwood floor. He leaned back, legs slightly parted, arms resting loosely on the sides of the chair. The air still carried the lingering aroma of vanilla, butter, and sweet syrup from the stove.
Ai approached quietly, balancing a plate of freshly made pancakes topped with butter and a drizzle of honey. Her apron had shifted a little from earlier, tied snugly at her waist but gaping just enough around the chest to tease. She had wiped her hands carefully and carried the plate like a precious offering.
"You're not moving an inch, huh?" she said softly, smiling.
Shin gave a slow smirk. "Why would I, when something this sweet is coming to me?"
Ai rolled her eyes, amused and flustered at once, then walked around him and placed the plate gently on the table beside him. Without waiting for an invitation—because she knew she didn't need one—she climbed onto his lap, straddling him with practiced ease, her bare thighs pressing against the fabric of his school pants.
Her arms circled his neck, resting comfortably there as she leaned forward just a bit, her lips brushing the corner of his mouth. "Good morning… again."
"Now it is," Shin replied, catching her lips briefly in a slow, tender kiss.
The kiss lingered longer than a typical morning greeting. Their mouths fit together with familiar ease, slow movements, subtle tongue. When they pulled apart, Ai's eyes sparkled as she reached over with one hand and picked up a piece of pancake from the plate—fluffy, golden, still warm.
"Say ahh," she said, guiding the bite toward his lips with care.
Shin smirked but obliged, parting his lips. She fed him slowly, watching as he chewed. Her other hand ran lazily through his dark hair, fingers curling at the nape of his neck.
He swallowed and licked his lips. "Perfect. Just the right amount of honey."
She looked smug. "Told you I'd get it right."
"Mm. Maybe I'll reward you."
Ai leaned forward again, this time kissing the corner of his lips, then the edge of his jaw, then under his ear. "Then let me earn it properly."
Shin exhaled, his hand resting on her waist now, fingers lightly stroking her bare skin where the apron gaped open at the sides.
She picked up another piece, dipping it slightly into syrup this time. "Open up," she said again.
He obeyed—and this time, when he bit down, she kissed his cheek gently as he chewed.
Another bite. Another kiss—this time at his chin. Another bite. This one slower, as she brushed her thumb across his lips to clean up a smear of syrup, then sucked that same thumb into her mouth thoughtfully, her eyes never leaving his.
"You're dangerous," Shin murmured, voice a little hoarse.
Ai tilted her head, innocent. "I'm feeding you breakfast."
"Mm. And making it incredibly hard to think about school."
She giggled, curling her fingers tighter around his neck, drawing herself even closer. "Then stop thinking. Just feel."
She kissed him again, but this one was wetter, syrup still on her tongue as she slid it into his mouth, letting him taste it secondhand. Shin groaned softly against her lips, his hand moving up her back under the apron ribbon, exploring her bare skin.
She broke the kiss just to smile and fed him another bite, brushing a few crumbs from his lips with her fingertip, then licking them from her own. Her fingers were soft, lingering, teasing. Her body rocked subtly against his lap as she reached for another piece.
"I could do this every morning," she whispered.
"Then do it," he replied, gripping her waist. "I'll never complain."
Another kiss—this one to the side of his neck, lips lingering, tongue flicking out slightly to taste the salt of his skin. His pulse jumped under her lips.
Ai smiled against him. "You're warm."
"And you're not wearing anything under that apron."
She made a small, pleased noise and shifted in his lap, pressing against him teasingly. "Want to check?"
He exhaled, jaw tightening with restraint. "Don't tempt me."
Ai leaned back just a little, resting her weight on his thighs, her fingers slipping to the front of his collar. She tugged it playfully, opening his shirt a little more.
"I want to kiss you everywhere," she said, more serious now, voice quiet and breathy.
Shin's breath hitched.
Ai pressed a kiss right above his heart, where the skin peeked through his open collar. Then another, lower. Then slowly returned to feed him another bite of pancake—still warm, soft, sweet.
"Let's finish breakfast first," she whispered, as if they had all the time in the world.
Each bite was an excuse to kiss him again. A kiss to his nose. A kiss to his temple. A lingering, messy kiss on his lips after syrup dripped a little. Her kisses weren't rushed—they were thoughtful, affectionate, sensual in a way only Ai could manage.
When the plate was nearly empty, Ai tilted her head. "Last bite."
Shin opened his mouth—but this time, she didn't feed him directly. Instead, she placed it between her lips first, then leaned in.
He met her halfway, their mouths joining slowly over the last bite. Their tongues met in the middle, sharing the food, tasting each other. The bite was long gone by the time they pulled apart—panting, flushed.
"Delicious," Shin said, voice rough.
Ai grinned. "The pancakes?"
He didn't answer. Instead, he kissed her hard, both hands holding her face as he pulled her close, savoring her mouth like it was his favorite flavor in the world. Ai moaned softly into the kiss, arms wrapping tighter around his neck, her body molding to his.
Their breaths came in short bursts as they parted again.
"You're going to be late," she whispered, forehead resting against his.
"I already told you," Shin said, voice low, "You're worth being late for."
She giggled, then kissed his cheek, his nose, and finally his lips again—this time sweet and quick.
"Then at least let me give you energy before you go."
"I think you already did."
She shook her head and moved one hand down to his chest. Her fingers curled around the edge of his tie and began straightening it properly, knotting it with gentle hands.
"You look good in this," she murmured, brushing her lips over his Adam's apple. "But you look better without it."
"Tease."
Her hands dropped to his lap, smoothing down his pants lightly before she rose from his lap. Her bare feet padded against the floor as she reached over to collect the empty plate, her apron swaying with each step, her back still bare and glowing in the sunlight.
As she turned back to face him, he was still watching her—eyes half-lidded, completely enchanted.
"What?" she asked.
"You," he said simply. "You're my perfect morning."
Ai blushed, turning quickly to rinse the plate at the sink. "Cheesy…"
Shin stood up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist again, hugging her from behind. He rested his chin on her shoulder and whispered, "I'm serious."
She leaned back against him with a sigh, one hand finding his over her belly.
"I love you," she said softly.
"I love you too," Shin murmured, pressing a kiss behind her ear, then another down her neck. "Don't wear anything under that apron again. Ever."
She laughed, shaking her head. "Pervert."
"Only for you."
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END OF CHAPTER : 49 : MORNING HEAT!
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