Poll Winner #3: Messy Loving (Patreon)

 Summary: Haru and Ren have been married for several years. When Ren notices his wife's melancholy, he begins to try cheering her up. One thing leads to another, and they begin to make a mess of the kitchen, and on each other. Involves food play.

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Ren wiped his forehead as Haru turned the sign around, announcing the cafe was now closed. The young woman took a deep breath, before sighing. 

“What a day,” she exhaled. “That was exhausting.”

Her husband nodded his head as he pulled his apron off and dropped it onto the ground. Usually he had the courtesy to place it on a chair or table, but after the day he and his wife had, he simply did not care. 

They were exhausted. Their cafe, Le Noir, had only been open for a few days, and it was already one of the most popular spots in Tokyo. From tourists, to even those that lived in Tokyo, stopped by the store just so they could enjoy his wife’s famous cooking. 

It didn’t take long for even celebrities to enjoy their services. The famed Detective Prince, Naoto Shirogane, brought her husband here on a date at one point. Less than a week later, and Risette came with her own husband to enjoy his wife’s cooking and his coffee.

People filled their store to the point that the line would stretch down the street. It was nice to be popular, but it was also exhausting. Ren shook his hands, gritting his teeth at the slight throbbing they experienced. 

“How are you feeling?” he asked his wife. 

Haru turned to him, and she tried to give him an energetic smile, but it quickly fell. She sighed, wiping sweat from her own as she limped to a nearby stool. She sat down, rubbing her shoulders. “Everything hurts. I’m so tired,” she whined, before letting out a loud yawn.

Ren chuckled, walking closer to play with his wife’s hair. He stroked the fluffy locks as he admired her. She had certainly grown up since their days as Phantom Thieves. From a beautiful young woman, to an absolutely curvaceous and voluptuous adult. Her hair had grown down past her shoulders, and her figured filled out in all the perfect places.

Just looking at her made Ren’s cheeks warm, but he decided it would be better to control himself. “Ready to make dinner?” 

“I don’t think I can even look at food,” she whimpered. 

“I’ll take care of it. Keep me company?” he smirked at her, and she returned the gesture as best she could. Her smile was riddled with fatigue, but it was still real. 

“Alright.”

Ren pecked his wife’s lips, before moving his hands under her body. She gasped as he lifted her off of the stool, one hand under her knee to hold her legs, while the other supported her back. 

Haru blushed a bright pink, before smiling at him. She giggled as he carried her to the kitchen, humming a triumphant tune for her knight in coffee-stained fabric.

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The auburn-haired woman smiled as she watched her husband work. Haru sat by the kitchen table, and Ren glanced back at her, smiling as he snapped a handful of dry noodles in his hands. He dropped them into a boiling pot.

“See something you like?” he teased.

“I do. Dinner looks scrumptious.” He chuckled at her, and she beamed with pride. “Was that a good joke?”

“Pretty funny actually. Well played.” Ren loved seeing his lover so happy, but he didn’t need a third eye to notice how exhausted she still was. Running a cafe wasn’t easy, and Haru still had to deal with the board members of Okumura Foods watching her. She had allies, of course, but the politics of the business world were still a dangerous place.

It was stressful, and that stress piled onto Haru’s back, threatening to snap it like a dry noodle.

As her husband, it was Ren’s responsibility to help her. He just had to figure out which way would be the most fun. His eyes traced over the kitchen, a sly smile growing on his face as he noticed the fridge in the corner.

While their dinner cooked, he walked over to the fridge and opened it, looking through it. Haru arched her brow, and spoke up out of curiosity.

“Are you looking for something?”

“Yeah.” He closed the door as he turned to his wife. He had a bottle of whipped cream in his hand, shaking it gently.

“Whipped cream? For dessert?”

“Yeah. I was thinking we’d start with something sweet.”

“Starting with dessert? How positively charm-!” Haru was silenced by the hiss of the bottle. Ren sprayed some whipped cream onto his finger, before stroking Haru’s nose, leaving a trail of the white cream on her face. 

Haru was momentarily confused by the act, before her husband leaned down to lick the cream off of her, dragging his tongue along her face. The feel of his wet appendage against her skin made a tingle run up her spine. Her eyes widened as he savored the taste, licking his lips with a gleam of her eyes. Her cheeks felt hot…

“Mm. Tasty.” Ren laughed, standing over the young woman like a lion looking down at a gazelle. He licked his sharp teeth, and Haru felt another jolt run down her neck as her face burned. He was doing something to her, playing with her like she was his food.

“W-w-what are you doing?”

“Cheering you up. Say the word and I’ll stop.” She didn’t reply, her almond eyes falling to the ground and staring at his legs. “That’s what I thought,” he growled, before sinking his teeth into the gazelle’s soft flesh.

He gently bit on her neck, making her shudder and quiver as he licked at the mark he left behind. He chuckled again, before spraying more whipped cream onto his hand. Ren pulled his head back to wipe his hand against her neck. She gasped, shivering from the cold substance, but she didn’t pull away. In fact, Haru leaned forward in her seat, lifting up her chin as if she was offering her neck to the man.

“H-how do you do this?” She whimpered.

“Do what?” he replied, leaning down to kiss a dollop of whipped cream off of the woman’s neck. She shuddered at the soft sensation of his lips.                                                            

“Make my knees feel weak. Make my body shake. Make me feel things I never feel with anyone else,” she gasped. 

“Well, I’d be a bit jealous if you felt this way around anyone else.” Ren licked at her skin again, moaning at the taste of her skin covered in the sweet treat. “Maybe I should stop…?”

“No!” She pouted, and he laughed. Oh, how he loved to tease his little Empress. “Keep going.”

“Well, I stained your sweater, so we’ll have to do something about that first.” He glanced at her collar, smiling at the tiny drops of whipped cream on it. “Here. Let me.” It was easy to unzip her top, pulling it down to marvel at the tight shirt pulled over her tits, outlining the large breasts. Her nipples were on full display, as if trying to rip through the shirt. “Oh? No bra? Someone’s been naughty.”

“N-no! I-I just haven’t done laundry ye-ah!” Ren was forceful. He did not ask for permission, nor did he hesitate. He simply took what he wanted. He pulled her shirt off of her head, her hair falling over her eyes as he tossed her clothes away. 

She moved her auburn locks out of the way, only to gasp as his lips pressed against hers. Haru melted into the kiss, instinctively wrapping her arms around his head. Her fingers stroked his black locks as her tongue met his in the middle. The two lovers tasted one another, happily enjoying each other’s touch. 

Suddenly Haru pulled away, and Ren was given a firm reminder that he wasn’t the only Phantom Thief in the family. Haru had the can of whipped cream in her hand, and she waved it in the air with a threatening, confident smile. 

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This was what Ren did to her. He unleashed the beast, the part of her that wanted nothing more than to hold him down and ride his cock. The part of her that was insatiably in love with him. The part of her that was now in control.

Haru groped her own breast, moaning as her finger rubbed against her naked skin. She placed the can between her legs, making a show of grinding her crotch against it, biting her lower lip as her already wet pussy soaked her undies. 

She She combed her fingers through her hair, before smiling. She let her hair fall down her neck as she plucked the whipped cream from between her legs. With a knowing and teasing wink, she began to spray it onto her breasts.

Her tits had only grown with time. They were one of the biggest in their social circle, and while that used to leave her self-conscious about her size, she had long learned to be proud of her body. 

She sprayed the whipped cream onto her rack, giggling at the cold sensation as she made herself a bikini top of sweet fluff. She smirked at her husband, a glimmer in her hazel eyes as he stared at her large breasts. 

“Hungry?” she asked, leaving some whipped cream on her finger to lick at. She cleaned her digit, using her tongue to give her husband a small show.

Ren, the infamous leader of the Phantom Thieves, was left speechless for a moment. Then he gave his wife a lecherous, perverted smile as he moved to get his dessert. Haru dropped the can onto the ground, and both forgot about it as his lips fell upon her breasts. 

He tasted a mouthful of whipped cream, but it was the nipple under the cream that he wanted most. His lips latched onto it and he sucked on it, pulling it and making Haru writhe with pleasure. The act sent jolts of pleasure through her body as she quivered. Her moist, pulsing quim begged for his lips to move down her body as she moaned.

“Mmm… Right there. I love it when you play with my breasts.” She moved her hands under both of her tits. Ren released her nipple with a pop, before licking all around it, tasting a mix of her salty skin and the sweet cream. Her other breasts rubbed against his cheek, coating his face in more of the topping. 

“I love you,” Ren growled, his tone low, his voice almost beastial. Once he was done, he leaned back down and licked at her other breast, cleaning it with his lips and tongue.  

“Show me how much,” she replied, licking her plump lips. The two laughed as Ren buried his face between her large tits. She did her part, gently slapping each of her large jugs against his head, getting whipped cream everywhere. He was making quite the mess, and Haru loved it. “Dirty boy.”

“Dirty girl,” he replied, lifting his head up to claim her lips between his. She moaned at the sensation, pulling him closer as their tongues wrestled. Whipped cream mixed between them, like they were feeding each other.

They pulled away, and they laughed at just a glance at each other. They looked ridiculous, but who cared what they looked like? Haru couldn’t care less that she was topless, or that her husband had a beard and mustache of whipped cream. 

She was in love. The rest of the world could go to hell. She needed her man. She need him, and she knew he felt the same. 

They kissed again, before Ren returned to her breasts. He licked and sucked on her titflesh, leaving her legs to quiver in her skirt. Her hands moved to his shoulders, digging into the fabric as she trembled.

“Ren…” 

She pulled, and for a moment both were shocked by her strength. Her arousal made her an animal, just like it did her husband, and she ripped the top of Ren’s shirt open. Several buttons fell to the ground as both froze.

“Wow.” He blinked, looking down at his exposed chest. “Someone’s horny.”

“Oh my…! I-I am so sorry, Ren-kun! Please, forgive me!”

“No need to apologize. Just finish what you started, hon.” He had a lecherous smile on his face as he reached down to pick up the can, only to frown. “Huh. Empty.” He shook the can a bit, and Haru pouted at the lack of noise.

She refused to simply end things here. Neither of them had even came yet! She just had to figure out the perfect ingredient, just like cooking...

Something like the whipped cream. Sweet, sticky, and sinfully enjoyable… Haru’s eyes widened as her mind found just what their playtime would need.

“That’s it!”

“Huh?”

She stood up and skipped past him, running to the fridge. Her bust bounced with every step. Haru bent forward, knowingly giving her husband a wonderful view of her ass. As she combed through the shelves inside, she hooked her thumbs onto the hem of the skirt and began to slowly pull it down.

Haru could hear Ren’s breath catching in his throat. Then he was silent, and Haru knew all too well that her attempts at seduction were successful. Her husband had a weakness for her body, a weakness she was happy to prey upon.

She bounced her ass up and down, letting him watch it jiggle in the pure white panties she was wearing. They were a perfect clash of innocence to her seductive dance. Finally the skirt hit the ground, and Haru was wearing nothing but the stained panties. If one saw her crotch, they’d see the small puddle of fluid she had created. 

The auburn-haired woman kicked the skirt away, before sauntering towards her lover. “This should be the perfect subst…” Her own lips froze, and her face flared up like there were fireworks under it.

While she had removed her skirt, Ren had disrobed completely. He had nothing on, and he was sitting on her chair with an arrogant smirk on his lips. His cock was hard between his leg, aimed at the roof as it gently bobbed up and down. Haru’s thighs clamped together, either trying to hide how wet she was, or to bring attention to her pussy.

Either way, Haru walked towards Ren with a small sway to her hips, a smile on her crimson face.

“You win,” she whispered. 

“And what do I win, my love?” She chuckled at Ren’s question, before she revealed the small, bear-shaped bottle in her hand. He glanced at it, before looking at her again in confusion.“Honey?”

“Dessert.” Haru then used one arm to lift up her breasts, before the other hand rained down the golden concoction onto her breasts. Once it was on her rack, she dropped the bottle and began to massage the honey into her skin like it was lotion. It made her moan and shudder. “Have some.” She sauntered towards her lover, her motherly hips bouncing to and fro. She lifted one leg and pulled her panties down, letting it hang onto her left foot as she smirked. 

Her long, slender legs led her to Ren, and she sat on his lap, her wet, naked pussy inches from his throbbing cock. She lifted her honey-coated tits to his face, licking her glistening lips. She offered herself to Ren, and once more he partook in the feast. 

One hand stroked her left tit, sinking into the sweet nectar; groping and squeezing her buxom chest. He didn’t care if his fingers stuck to her skin. He reveled in feeling her flesh. The other hand held Haru’s free breast up, letting him coat it in kisses and licks. Ren tasted the honey, savoring the taste. Just like before, everytime their bodies touched made Haru’s body tremble and shake. 

His tongue. His hands. His huge, perfect cock. Haru loved the sexual charge their bodies made. She loved him. 

“Ah… Y-your mouth is so good,” she complimented. He would have replied, had it not been for the nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it, before digging his teeth into it. He took care to cover his teeth with his lips, sending a bolt of pleasure for every bite and nibble. 

She simply let him have what she wanted from her, allowing her lover to eat away at her skin. Nothing mattered to her now, nothing but her husband. She loved him. Haru loved Ren, and she wanted to spend eternity with him. Eternity sitting on him, carried to the point of climax by his tongue and lips on her large breasts.

Speaking of climax, Ren was sending her over the edge with only his hands and mouth. He released her teat with a pop, before moving to the other honey-soaked boob. He repeated the process, massaging the saliva-cored tit while his mouth licked the honey off of the other. 

It was one of Haru’s favorite sensations. Experiencing an orgasm from just her tits… It felt amazing. It made her toes curl, and her heart pound, and her tongue dangle. A drop of drool fell from her lip as she gasped, feeling ecstasy quake through her body. Every nipple, every kiss, every suck, was like a lightning bolt against her hot, sweaty skin. 

It set her nerves on fire, until all she could do was scream in pleasure, cumming. Her body rocked on top of him, and she pushed her tits against his naked chest. Her body lost control as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling their bodies together.

Haru was left mewling in pleasure, trying in vain to rub her wet pussy against Ren’s cock. Her husband chuckled, before gently pushing her off of his body. He gently dropped her onto the ground, and by the time she was coherent, she was staring at his veiny, throbbing cock.

“My turn.” He reached down and picked the bottle of honey off of the ground. “Ready?” She bobbed her head up and down, like she was his pet, too stupid to speak. He smirked at her, flashing his white teeth as he began to pour honey onto his balls and the long shaft of his cock. “Begin.”

And Haru obeyed. She pressed her face against his crotch, rubbing her nose along his dick as her lips kissed and massaged his balls. She moaned in delight at the sweet taste, rubbing her tongue up and down her lover’s testicles. She wanted them to be nice and clean, so she endeavored to give them the softest, most wonderful bath she could possible give.

Once they were cleaned of the sticky residue, and Ren was left panting and shaking at her tongue, she placed her tongue against the shaft of his cock and traveled up to the head in one swift motion. Haru smacked her lips together as she looked up at her lover, a predatory glint in her hazel eyes. 

“How did I do?” she giggled.

All Ren could do was shake, trembling at the oral assault. She laughed again, before opening her lips apart and bringing her head down on his sweet cock. Haru had become rather adept at orally pleasing her husband. It was something she promised herself to learn, and now she was proud to admit she knew just where to lick to make her man cum.

Well, maybe not proud to admit, but you understand. 

Haru moaned, letting the vibrations tickle his cock as the tight walls of her throat squeezed and massaged his member. Ren’s hands fell on the back of her head, combing through her auburn-colored locks. He pulled her down lower on his dick, and she happily fell, her gag reflex having long vanished thanks to practice. 

Her tongue licked the underside of his dick, before rising up to wiggle against the tip. She savored the salty and sweet taste of his skin, bobbing her head up and down as he pulled her on her hair, as if scared she’d pull away completely without letting him cum. 

Haru giggled at that, but it came out more like a wet choke as her head bounced up and down on his dick. She adjusted her head slightly, letting her tongue travel up and down the underside of his member, while the tip of his schlong pushed against either of her cheeks, or just down her throat. Her hands rose up to massage his clean, moist balls as her knees supported her. 

Finally, all Ren could do was cum. He pulled her down onto his cock, practically stuffing his penis down her throat as her eyes widened. Haru’s hands moved to his knees, squeezing down on them as a jet of cum shot down her throat, filling her mouth. She tasted the sweet, white jizz, moaning as it clung to her tongue and the walls of her mouth. 

Ren was left panting, releasing her head as he went slack in the seat. Haru took in a deep breath through her nose, before slowly lifting herself off of the fleshy rod. Her cheeks were puffed out due to the influx of cum, but she still did her best to smile at her husband, even as a trickle of white jizz fell from her bottom lip. 

She closed her eyes and swallowed the cum down, letting it fall into her stomach. Then Haru took a gasp of fresh air, her melted mind laughing as everything briefly smelled like her husband’s seed. 

The beautiful woman opened her mouth, letting Ren stare into her empty, but wet maw. She then licked her lips and smiled at him.

“Sweet.” 

“Glad… glad you thought so,” he panted in return.

The two smiled at one another, before they began to chuckle and snicker. They were still partly covered in bits of whipped cream and honey. They looked ridiculous, naked in their kitchen, bits of dessert toppings on their nude bodies. Ren stood up on shaky legs as he offered a hand to his wife, who took it as she rubbed her knees.

“You okay?”

“Yes. Just sore,” she replied. “We should think about moving a carpet in here.”

“I’d buy a million carpets and put them everywhere in the house if it meant you’d do that more often,” he grinned, before kissing her cheek.

She giggled, a rosy flush warming her face as they walked towards the sink together. Haru reached for some paper towels, when her eyes widened. 

“Oh no!” 

“What?!”

“Dinner…” Haru pouted, staring into the large pot that held their noodles. The water level was reduced and the soggy, wet noodles were half sticking out of the water. They had been ruined, left a disgusting shade of white as they shriveled up in the bowl.

“Oh. Guess we took a while.” Ren shrugged his shoulders, before pecking the woman’s cheek. “How about pizza for dinner?”

The auburn-haired woman sighed, before smiling at her husband. She nodded her head, a small smile on her lips. “Pizza sounds delightful.”