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Recently you started dating the editor at your job, Shuhei Hisagi. Who has honestly been the best partner you’ve ever had - calm, attentive, entertaining, funny. Not to mention tall, dark, handsome and the epitome of professionalism. The only downside is that he is insanely busy, like all of the time. So, despite dating for about 4 months now, the two of you still haven’t gone all the way yet.
It’s not like he didn’t want you. It was certainly apparent when his steely irises would drink in the way your pencil skirt hugged your hips and thighs every time he was on a call. Convinced that you wouldn’t notice him shamelessly checking you out, until you'd throw him a half lidded glance over your shoulder that caused him to sputter and straighten in his chair.
And it’s not like he hasn’t tried. More than once you’ve found yourself pinned against his desk after hours, his hungry lips pressing open mouthed kisses over every inch of exposed skin he could reach. Then, there would be a knock at the door or his phone would ring or his email would ping, and he would be dragged back to work - usually until the early hours of the morning.
You were okay with being patient though, since Shuhei’s desperate kisses and the way his voice would fall low and gravelly when he tried to respectfully tell you how good you looked were keeping you well fed for the time being. Not to mention all the other ways he keeps you nourished - like having a prepared bento for you everyday, and your favorite treats on hard days.
Or how communicative he is. Not once has he been so wrapped up in work that he couldn’t at least text you a heads up that he’s running late. He always finds the time to respond to your ramblings, jokes, and loving messages throughout the day. Usually he’ll respond with a quick voice message, since he knows you miss him and his voice is a comfort to you.
But today was your birthday - the first big ‘holiday’ of your relationship - so Shuhei took the day off, turned off his phone, and basically told his team that if they bothered him today he would start job hunting immediately. Other than his team reaching out directly to wish you a happy birthday, the day passed without any interruptions.
The day was filled with Shuhei taking you around the city to look at cherry blossoms and to check out a day festival. As the sun started to set, the two of you arrived at a local bar for drinks with Rongiku, Kira, Momo and Renji. A few hours passed by in the back booth, filled with jokes and uproarious laughter about the state of the company and which executive is more incompetent. Before you two took your leave, as you traded goodbyes and your friends wished you a final happy birthday, Rongiku handed you a pastel pink gift bag with a big red heart on it.
“Momo and I picked this out for you, put it on the second you get home, okay? Oh and happy birthday!” She whispered excitedly in your ear while the guys were distracted, and then threw you a wink as she let you go. Momo beamed at you knowingly before they waved you and Shuhei off into a taxi.
Once the two of you returned to your apartment, you went straight to the bedroom to check out what the ‘gift’ was. Opening the bag, you gently took the pale pink tissue paper between your thumb and forefinger, gently pulling it out. Delicately folded under the paper, atop another plume of pale pink, was a peachy cream bralette with a matching pair of high waisted panties underneath. The panties had embroidered pink and yellow florals blooming and green vines dancing across the mesh fabric bordered by satin, frilly straps. The bralette had deep red florals bleeding over the cups, accompanied by mandarin-peach florals creeping over the mesh portion that would lay over your ribs.
After you’d freshened up, adorned in the delicate lingerie, you sifted through Shuhei’s spare clothes in your closet to find one of his crisp, white, button down shirts. Slipping into it, you checked yourself over in the floor length mirror behind your door before quietly padding out to the living room.
Shuhei was sitting on the floor, facing the TV fiddling with some wires. A few candles were placed around the living room, emitting a soft glowing light around the room. Your footsteps were muted enough that he didn’t notice when you came to stand behind him.
“Shuhei?” You murmured, drawing his eye over his shoulder, immediately he was met with your bare, plush thighs. Ever so slowly his steely iris drifted up your body, widening with every inch of bare skin and delicate frill that threaded over you, until his shocked gaze met your half lidded one. Swallowing thickly, Shuhei turned around to face you, but remained seated on his folded legs - hands curled into fists atop his thighs as he peered up at you as if waiting for further instruction.
“Can I have my birthday gift now?” You ask with a slight tilt of your head, chin angling to peer down at him. Despite his every desire to speak, Shuhei had fallen mute, tongue thick in his mouth, jaw clenching and unclenching. After an exceptionally long pause and averting your gaze to the wall on your left, you softly added, “please?”
At that he just nodded, still mute, as he got to his feet and came to stand in front of you. Gently he gripped the front of his work shirt and held it open to get a better look at you, and then he finally spoke in a shaky voice, “are you sure it’s not my birthday?”
Peering back up at him bashfully, you giggled behind one of your hands - at the sight Shuhei felt a drop in his stomach that made his cock jump. You threw him a coy smile, then asked in an expectant tone, “so? What do you think?”
“Fuck honey,” he said, voice dropping low and a smirk cutting across his face, “you’re stunning.” Releasing one side of the shirt, he moved to cup your cheek, slotting his lips with yours. Moving his mouth in tandem with yours ravenously, his hot hands roamed up and down your sides, squeezing your hip while his other hand slid over your ribs to cup under your breast. His fingertips stroked the mesh fabric there - following the delicate green vines to the mandarin-peach embroidered flowers where he circled and pressed them into you tenderly. Warmth spread over your skin wherever his fingertips kneaded, you released a satisfied sigh as you leaned into his touch.
“I don’t think you understand how long I’ve been dreaming about this,” he whispered between peppering kisses over your lips, face, neck - every part of you he could reach as he walked you backwards to the bedroom.
“About 4 months?” You reply teasingly, eyes half lidded and trained on your boyfriend’s darkened gaze, faint tittering fluttered from your throat and filled the hallway as you both neared the doorway.
“Try 4 years,” he breathed out against your lips. When you just stared at him in disbelief, he clarified, “I’ve had my eye on you ever since you were an intern working in the mail room.” You were stuck opening and closing your mouth like a guppy, the air completely punched from your lungs. Shuhei chuckled at your shocked expression, and then he pushed you back on the bed - swiftly following to lay on top of you.
“I dreamt about kissing you,” he breathed against your lips, replacing the air he stole just moments ago, before quickly pressing a chaste kiss to them. You pressed your thighs together as the heat pooling in your core became too much to ignore.
“Feeling you,” He whispered, running his hand over your shoulder and upper arm - pulling down the frilly strap along the way. Rolling his hips, pressing his bulge into you, eliciting a needy whine from deep in your chest. Suddenly he pulled back to meet your gaze with his molten one - you froze under his stare and then a rush of heat pooled in your core, spilling out into your limbs when he said, “that.”
“Fuck how I’ve dreamt of all the ways I could coax those pretty little sounds out of you,” groaning softly as he nipped at your bottom lip and then dipped down towards your breasts. Shuddering under his touch, gooseflesh breaking out over your body as his ragged breaths heated your skin only repeatedly, to be replaced by the chill of the room a moment later.
“I've been jerking off to the thought of you for years…” his words trail off while he's distracted kissing and biting your chest. You involuntarily bucked your hips up at his admission, whining impatiently as you ran your foot up the back of his calf, your inner thigh pressing warmly to his side.
“fu-ha-uck,” he groaned into your chest when your hot core pressed against his bulge, the underside of his clothed cock snug against your clit. Another wave of heat spread from your core as the two of you kept grinding and trying to feel as much of one another as possible, eyes locked in a primal stare as the mounting tension threatened to break.
“I’ve dreamt of how you would taste…” his deep timbre vibrated against your waist on his way down to the hem of your panties. Once he was positioned between your thighs, breath fanning over your mound through the mesh fabric - Shuhei looked up at you pointedly for permission.
“Can I taste you?” He asked, voice strained as he kneaded your thighs out of desperation. Blinking rapidly, you opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out - you’ve just never seen your boyfriend look so pathetic before. Sliding his palms up, he flexed his long fingers around your plush hips before whimpering needily, “please?”
A soft whine slipped out of you before you sank your teeth into your bottom lip, eyes growing half lidded, you nodded in response. Immediately Shuhei pressed his nose to your clit, inhaling deeply as his fingers dipped under the frilly strap of the waistband. While tugging the garment down your thighs he groaned, “you smell so fucking good, honey.”
Once your panties were gone, discarded somewhere on the floor, his palms were gripping the insides of your thighs to hold them apart. Thumbs parting your folds, so he was face to face with your dripping cunt he breathed out so tenderly, “thank you.”
Hot air puffed over your folds, making you squirm in his hold just before he slipped his tongue teasingly through your lower lips up to your buzzing clit. Your head fell back against the pillows, a high pitched mewl flew from your mouth as you carded your fingers through his dark locks. Dragging his wet muscle back down to your leaking entrance, he pressed the tip through that ring of muscle that gave way to your velvety walls. His eyes fell half lidded as he gingerly plunged his tongue in and out, slowly teasing you open.
“Shu-ha-heii,” you moaned pathetically while rolling your hips into his mouth, desperately chasing his more purposeful movements.
“More, pleas-ahhh!” Crying out as you pulled him closer by his hair, drawing a deep groan from his chest that vibrated your very core as he leaned further into your cunt.
You were so caught up in the euphoria that you didn’t notice one of his hands move to position two fingers at your fluttering hole, until his mouth traveled up to your bundle of nerves. While pressing chaste kisses intermingled with kitten licks to the sensitive bud, he slipped two long, lithe digits into your thrumming cunt. Your back arched off the bed from the sudden intrusion, a broken moan falling from your lips as your thighs squeezed shut on either side of his face. Shuhei was wholly unfazed by his lack of hearing, and before long his lack of air, as he tirelessly worked you towards your climax.
Alternating between swirling his tongue and gently sucking on your clit as he pumped and curled his fingers in rhythm with his mouth. His fingertips prodded at that spongy spot nestled within your gummy walls until they began to pulse, then clamp around his digits. Creamy arousal gathered around his fingers, dripping down his wrist while you mewled, shook and shivered in his hold.
His steely gaze studied your expression as you slowly came back to your senses, gently stroking your hair and running his fingertips over your thighs while he waited. Once you were ready he wasted no time maneuvering between your thighs.
“Oh fuck, oh my god,” Shuhei groaned against your neck when only his tip pressed into that ring of muscle, and as his bulbous head stretched you out he let a low, “uhh-ahh…”
Laying his longer form over yours, pinning you against the bed, as you writhed and arched your back into him - his hard length stretching you inch by inch. When he finally bottomed out - your tight core clenching around him - he whined in a breathy, strained voice, “ha-ha-ha-fuck me…”
“I’m so close, I’m so fucking close already,” the moment Shuhei drew his hips back, he wrapped his arms tightly around you and groaned the words into your neck - his low timbre vibrating your collarbone. His cock twitched within your gummy warmth, prodding that spot that had your back arching off the bed as his voice came out low and strained, “I can’t stop throbbing - I’m just so fucking sensitive…”
Finally, once you’ve adjusted to his size, your boyfriend begins snapping his hips to yours - a symphony of plat plat platting fills the room - his cock insistently twitching from how you kept squeezing around him.
“I’m jussst so fuckin…” he trailed off in a breathy voice, hips stuttering with your incessant clenching, but he somehow managed to keep his pace - picking it up bit by bit. Heat pooled in your lower abdomen just from his gravelly voice in your ear. Your nails dig crescent shaped marks into his back and bicep as you cry his name out into the ether.
“Yeaa-ahuh-ahh,” he responds in a low, stuttered voice - breath straining as his climax was closing in. That feeling in your core grew taut as his timbre grew lower, more desperate. One arm is wrapped around your waist to hold you steady while the other is braced above your head. You whined his name in his ear, and in an utterly wrecked voice he replied, “uh-huh?”
“I-I’m s-s'ahh,” his thrusts break up your words as you try to stave off your orgasm. “Th-thank you-ahhh!” Your head keens back, breaking your words off into a pathetic whine from a particularly harsh thrust. “Fo-for to-today,” you babble in a small, whiny voice as you dig your nails deeper into his skin.
“Mm-hmm-mmmh fuck,” he moaned out in a pathetically whiny tone until his voice dropped low and deep at the end as he crushed you against his chest - his brutal pace punching the air out of your lungs. When you wrapped your legs around his waist and carded your fingers into his hair, Shuhei's voice grew breathy once again, “aaaah-ahhh ha ha…”
“Oh shit,” his deep timbre returned, hot breath fanning your collarbone as your puffy pussy prepared to clamp and pulse around him. As he’s pounding you closer and closer to the edge, listening to you fall apart under him - his voice smoothed as he started talking you through it, “cum with me honey.”
“You sound so pretty,” he whispered in awe, pulling back to peer down at your fucked out expression - eyes glinting in excitement. Your eyes began to roll back and flutter in tandem with your clenching pussy as your lips parted into a perfect o. Finally, you clamped down on him fully, gummy walls pulsing around his twitching cock - his pace stuttering as he groaned out, “oh fuck, oh god, I’m gonna cum.”
Snapping his hips to yours one final time so he was flush, his body went rigid as he completely caged you against the bed under him. His head dropped back to the crook of your neck as he whined out breathlessly, “ha-ha mmmmm…” Then as you felt his cock twitch and jump - coating your core in his hot, thick release - he whined into your ear, “I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m cumming fuck.”
“Ah-hah-mmmm oh fuck,” he whimpered out while rolling his hips a couple more times for good measure, then he wrapped you tightly in his arms and pressed even further into you. Laying on top of you fully, Shuhei just kept you there as he caught his breath. You ran your fingers through his hair, and let them wander over his shoulders and back as you caught yours. A shiver ran up your spine when his cock twitched, pressing his tip into the sensitive spongy spot once more and he tightened his hold around you as your hot, gummy walls squeezed him back.
“Holy fuck,” he murmured when he finally pulled back to look at you directly, studying your delightfully tired expression before he confessed tenderly, “I love you.”
“Ha, I love you too,” you murmured just before capturing his lips with your own as he sighed in relief.