Pairing: Kota Ibushi x OC
A/N: Hello beautiful people! The long wait is finally here! Here is Part 1 of 2 of my new series Stress Reliever. This part is surely to make you cry and fan yourselves ;) I hope you guys like it.
Stress is a bitch, and, unfortunately, I have never been good at managing it. I have a huge project that I have to present next week, and I have been working nonstop for the past month to prepare myself. I am waking up earlier than usual to start on it, and wouldn’t even go to bed until 2 or 3:00 in the morning. I would forget to take a break to eat or rest because I am so worried about not finishing it on time. I see myself as a perfectionist; whenever I am working on something I make it my duty to make sure that every detail is perfect and to my standards. However, it is starting to take a toll on me, both physically and mentally. I am falling asleep during meetings, my head hurts from working too hard, and I am even noticing a change in my weight because I am not eating enough each day. My radiant brown eyes are now shaded with dark circles, and my honey brown skin is losing its natural glow. I am often agitated and frustrated, crying myself to sleep on some nights because I am so overwhelmed. The activities that would help me ease my stress levels, music, painting, kickboxing, don’t have the same effects anymore which causes me to submerge myself into my work even more.
My husband, Kota, is starting to notice this, too, and it’s concerning him a lot more than it is me. He notices that I don’t wake up each morning with my normal happy smile, or kiss him goodbye when he leaves to go to the gym to train. When he comes home, he finds me sitting at my desk in my home office either passed out from exhaustion or crying in frustration. In this past month, I hardly let him touch me anymore, making up excuses that I am too busy with work or that I am too tired. He would bring me to the gym with him sometimes just to get me away from working, making me work out with him or practice my kickboxing to let out some frustration. I used to love to work out with my husband before I took on this project, despite me not being a morning person at all. Kota would help me with my stances and forms to make sure that my strikes land more effectively. He was a great sparring partner, and an excellent teacher praising me for being a natural at the sport. It was also a way that we bonded; to spend time together despite our busy schedules and he would love every minute of his time with me. Now, I am barely seeing Kota because I am keeping myself hostage in my office, and I’m worried that it is putting a strain on our marriage. I hate to see him worry like this, but all I can think about is getting this project done. Great, yet another thing to stress about…
Kota came home early from working at his show around 7:00 one evening. I was sitting on the couch looking through my notes in a brown folder, my glasses halfway off my face and my normally curly hair in a messy bun. I yawned for like the 20th time that day as I flipped the page, hearing my stomach growl from hunger. I ignored the sensation as Kota shut the door behind him, placed his gym bag on the floor, and walked over to me on the couch. He was standing behind me as his hand rested on the back of my neck and kissed my forehead. I glanced up at him from the corner of my eye with a small, tired smirk on my lips.
“Hello beautiful,” he whispered in my ear. “I’ve missed you today.”
His breath tickled my neck, causing me to twitch and giggle slightly. “Hi Kota,” I said trying to hide my tiredness. “I’ve missed you too, honey.”
“How was your day today?” he asked me, although he already knew the answer to that.
“It was okay,” I lied. “Just going over some notes from work.” Just then my stomach growled again, loud enough that Kota heard it too. His face held a small frown when he spoke.
“Forget to eat again?” he said coolly, the disappointment evident in his voice.
I winced slightly as I turned another page in my folder. “I was going to as soon as I was done with this.”
Kota rolled his eyes and sighed. “Sure you were.”
He then went into the kitchen and made me a bowl of ramen to eat along with grabbing a bottle of water from the refrigerator. He sat the food and water on the coffee table in front of me, my mouth instantly salivating at the delicious smell. As my stomach wanted me to pick up the bowl and scarf the ramen down my throat, my brain wanted me to finish looking at my notes. My husband watched me hesitate to stop working and eat when he sat down on the opposite side of the couch from me and took the folder from my hands. My head snapped up in surprise as I tried to take the folder back from him. He sat the folder down on the table and looked at me with an intense glare.
“Raina, you need to eat. And I am not leaving until you do.” His voice was heavy with concern laced with a hint of anger. I couldn’t help but feel terrible. Not wanting to fight with him, I sat my glasses down on the table and picked up the ramen and chopsticks. The first bite covered my taste buds in pure joy and I happily enjoyed my first meal for the day. Kota’s face softened a bit as he watched me eat, enjoying his own bowl of ramen as we sat there with the TV playing in the background. I finished the bowl in minutes and drank the entire bottle of water in one sitting. Wow, I must’ve been starving. I sighed in content as I rested my head on the couch, my stomach now full and satisfied. Kota finished his food shortly after and took both bowls into the kitchen. When he came back, he sat back down on the couch when he saw me reach for my work folder. He instantly grabbed my wrist to stop me.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
I looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. “Grabbing my folder. You told me to eat first, and I did.”
“Raina, honey, you’ve been at this all day. Don’t you think you deserve a break?”
I knew where this conversation was heading and I blew out a breath in slight annoyance. I pulled my wrist away from him and stood up from the couch. I could feel my emotions start to bubble inside me.
“Kota I know where you’re going with this,” I said. “And I really don’t want to fight with you right now…”
Kota, too, stood up from the couch with him now standing mere inches from me, his mouth holding a slight scowl and his beautiful brown eyes swam with concern and anger. He was trying his best to maintain a cool head.“Then don’t fight with me and actually listen this time. For the past month, I have seen you put yourself through hell when you took on this project. You’re not eating, you’re not sleeping, and you always try to pick a fight with me when I just want to help you!”
I scoffed at him. “Kota you don’t have to watch over me! You don’t understand, I need to get this done. I’m completely capable of taking care of myself!”
“Are you?” he asked sarcastically with his arms folded. “You don’t even remember to eat unless I tell you to.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “You’re being ridiculous.”
At my words, Kota snapped. His calm, cool composure is now gone and the anger is clear in his voice. “I’m being ridiculous?! Raina, look at yourself! You are practically working yourself to death, and you’re getting pissed off at me?! How many times have I seen you passed out at your desk from working too hard? How many nights did I listen to you cry yourself to sleep because of how overwhelmed you are? For God’s sake, I can’t even fucking touch you anymore!”
My eyes widened at his words, completely taken aback. I opened my mouth to respond back when he immediately cut me off.
“Save it,” Kota seethed. His jaw was clenched and I could see tears form in his eyes. “Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to see you like this? And the fact that you won’t even let me help you hurts like hell.” He swallowed a lump in his throat and what he said next shattered my heart into a million pieces. “I can’t stay here and watch my wife kill herself…”
The tears started to fall from Kota’s face as he turned his back to me so I wouldn’t see him cry. My body felt like lead and my heart was broken as I stood there watching my husband sob to himself. I have never felt so low in my life; all I want to do is pull him into my arms and tell him how sorry I was. He was right; all he did was try and help me and I gave him the cold shoulder. I was so concerned about getting this project done for work and stressing myself out, that I didn’t begin to think about how this was affecting him. I couldn’t help but cry myself, dropping to my knees and hugging myself with my body racked with guilt.
“I’m sorry Kota,” I choked out. “God, I’m so fucking stupid! Baby, I’m so so sorry! You were right, I am stressed out. I’ve tried everything to help me relax, but nothing was working.” I sobbed harder and hiccuped over my words.” “I thought that working more was the only thing to do, and I should have been more considerate about your feelings. Kota, please forgive me…”
Kota turned his head to see me on the floor crying. Even as pissed off as he was, it had killed him to see me in distress like that. He walked over, dropped down in front of me, and pulled me into a tight hug. I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck and continued to sob into his shoulder. His hands cradled my head as he held me, his voice calm and soothing in my ear.
“Then let me help you,” Kota whispered. “You are my wife, Raina, and I love you. You don’t have to do everything by yourself.” He then tilted my face towards his and pressed his lips to mine into a kiss. His lips were so soft and warm that I melted right into the kiss. I couldn’t remember the last time we’ve shared a kiss like this, and I’ve missed it so much. I craved more of Kota’s touch; I wanted his body closer to me and his lips to explore every inch of me. Distracting me from my thoughts, Kota pulled away from my lips, leaving behind a small pop noise and me breathless. A soft smile appeared on his lips as he cradled my face in his hands; those beautiful brown eyes of his looked at me with such love and want, despite the slight puffiness from him crying a moment ago. He looked so beautiful and angelic I couldn’t help but stare back and smile. His eyes slightly widened in delight, pleased to see a smile upon my face in God knows how long.
“There’s that smile I’ve missed so much,” he said. “You look so beautiful right now, baby.”
I blushed at his words, my body feeling a bit more relieved. But I couldn’t hide the exhausted and shitty feeling I was experiencing. My head felt like it was being beaten like a drum and my eyes felt so heavy. My hair was a matted mop on the top of my head and I just felt gross.
“That’s sweet of you to say honey,” I responded. “I wish I felt the same about myself, but at the moment I feel like shit.”
Kota chuckled at my words and stood both of us up from the floor. Those strong, muscular arms of his wrapped around my waist and his lips pulled into a mischievous smirk.
“Looks like we both could use a stress reliever,” he implied. “And I think I have an idea on how to do that.”
I raised an eyebrow in curiosity and my face carried its own smirk. “Really now? And what would that be?”
“A nice, hot shower. Together. I want to help you relax and ease the tension that you have been feeling. Plus, I really want to see you naked.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. A shower with my husband? Sign me the fuck up.
“You had me at ‘shower’,” I giggled.
Kota, then, took my hand and led our way to our bathroom. He placed a quick kiss to my cheek before stepping over to our large walk-in shower and turning on the hot water. His eyes never left mine as he slowly walked back over to me, seductively removing his shirt in the process. I could feel a small pool of heat bubble in the pit of my stomach, and my loins growing wet. Even in the flourescent lights of our bathroom, his tanned skin held a beautiful glow. His messy, disheveled hair partly covered his eyes and his sinful, signature smirk returned to his face. I licked my bottom lip before biting it, bracing myself on the sink behind me once his body was pressed against me.
“I take it you missed seeing me like this?” Kota whispered smugly.
My fingers roamed up and down his abs and chest before I answered. “I did,” I shuddered. “I almost forgot just how sexy you were half naked.”
He let out a low chuckle. “Well, luckily, you get to see me more than half naked.” I could feel his breath hot in my ear, causing me to shiver, and his slowly growing erection through his shorts pressed against my thigh “And I’m eager for you to be the same.”
God, he is such a fucking tease… he’s hardly said anything and I’m already submitting to him. Then again, it’s one of the reasons why I married him. Not wanting to keep him waiting, my hands traveled to the hem of my shirt, ready to take it off, when Kota’s hands covered mine to stop me.
“Uh-uh,” he said, shaking his head. “I have waited over a month to get a chance to touch you like this.” He slowly placed my hands at my sides before gliding his fingers up my hips, to my neck, and stopping at my hair. “And I am seizing every chance I get…”
He effortlessly released the hair tie holding my hair in place and ran his fingers through my dark, matted curls, my hair now hanging loosely stopping at my shoulders. “From letting down your hair…”
“...to taking off your clothes.” Those strong yet gentle hands of his massaged my shoulders before making his way back down to my hips, stopping at the hem of my t-shirt. In one swift motion, my shirt went over my head before he tossed it on the floor behind him. He followed through removing my bra, shorts, and panties until I was completely naked in front of him. Kota took a step back and admired my body under the lights, biting his bottom lip and his eyes carrying a lustful stare. The bathroom was growing hot from the steam of the shower, and so was I, the heat in my stomach growing hotter and my pussy wetter by the minute.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Kota whispered, a small moan escaping his lips. He removed his shorts and boxers before leading us into the shower. “I am going to take my time with you, baby.”
The steady stream of hot water from the shower attacked every aching muscle in my body, making me submerge deeper under the water. The water poured down my body like a flowing river, my hair is now soaked, and I felt amazing. I let out a huge sigh, relief surging through my veins.
“Ahhhh….” I sighed. “This feels amazing.”
Just then, Kota’s hands were on top of my shoulders, massaging deeply into my flesh. His lips found his way to my neck, planting a soft kiss.
“You’re so tense, baby,” he cooed. “It’s about time you get a chance to unwind.”
He spent a few minutes on my shoulders before making his way down my sides. He applied just the right amount of pressure to my body, making me moan out in pleasure. Coupled with the hot water from the shower, Kota’s massage was turning me on. I closed my eyes and leaned in closer to his touch.
“Oh Kota,” I whispered, my arms wrapped around his. “Thank you for suggesting this. I needed this.”
Kota chuckled smugly in my ear. “Oh, baby girl, I’m just getting started with you.”
He grabbed the body wash from the shelf behind him and squeezed a large portion onto a white shower pouf. He briefly ran the pouf under the shower head and squeezed it in between his palm, creating a thick, creamy lather. He started washing my neck and shoulders, rubbing in slow circles, before making his way down my arms and hips. He washed my stomach, my breasts, and down my back. Kota’s eyes were focused and drowned with lust as he wasted no time making sure my entire body was lathered in soap, massaging the soap into my skin using both the shower pouf and his hands, before he turned me around to face him.
Suddenly, his lips found mine in a heated kiss as he used his tongue to pry my lips open, exploring the insides of my mouth. His hands roamed all over my slick and slippery body admiring every curve, before stopping and grabbing hold of my hips. The glass door leading into the shower began to steam up with fog, followed by the shower windows. I could feel my head grow fuzzy as I instinctively wrapped my soapy arms around his neck, streams of bubbles dripping down his chest and arms. My fingers tangled into his wet hair and tugged at it, eliciting a growl from Kota’s lips.
“I couldn’t wait anymore,” he confessed. “I need you…”
My back was pressed against the wall of the shower, the coolness of the tile causing me to shiver inwardly. Kota wrapped one of my legs around his waist and continued to deliver a passionate kiss to my lips, a mixture of water and saliva slowly streaming down. My hands found my husband’s shoulders to steady myself, and I sank my nails into them. Heavy pants and moans escaped from my mouth as I tried to catch my breath between Kota kissing me and the constant flow of water from raining down above us. His lips moved from my mouth to the right side of my neck, sucking and nibbling at the wet, soapy, flesh. Soap ran down Kota’s back and thighs as I tightened my grip around him.
“Ahh,” I hissed out. “Kota…”
Kota saw this as an invitation to take it further, sinking his teeth harder into my neck and his hand squeezed harder into my thigh.My eyes rolled into the back of my skull and I threw my head back in ecstasy, being careful that I didn’t smack my head against the tiles. I moaned out a cry of pleasure and his name escaped from my lips once more. He used his other arm to brace himself against the shower wall, with me now sandwiched between him and the wall. The heat between Kota’s body and the hot water felt like I was in an inferno, and I wanted more.
“Mmm I’ve missed you moaning out my name,” Kota whispered into my neck. “Say it again. Louder.”
He sucked at my neck again, his tongue swirling circles over it, and his teeth sank down into the flesh. I’m pretty sure a bruise will form later. He followed suit by licking a trail from the bruised spot on my neck to the shell of my ear
“Kota, ahhh, fuck!” I moaned louder, throwing my head back again. “More. I need more.”
“Ah, getting greedy aren’t we?” Kota said, smirking. “But you can ask me nicer than that.”
Again with the teasing… Kota really wanted to make me suffer did he? Kota repositioned his body so that he was looking directly at me, his eyes dark with lust and mischief. He held his lips into a cocky smirk as his hands traveled from my hips, to my breasts, before he placed one hand around my neck, his fingers pressed into the sides of my neck hard enough for me to feel it but not enough to hurt me.
“Actually,” he said lowly. “I’d prefer if you beg me.”
The floodgates of my pussy were wide open now. I could feel a small stream of liquid run down my inner thighs; a mixture of soap, water, and my own juices. The only time when he gets this aggressive is when he’s wrestling. The fact that he’s doing it to me makes me want to do anything he tells me to. I submitted instantly.
“Please Kota,” I whimpered. “Please give me more…”
“That’s a good girl,” he praised.
Kota placed a quick kiss to my lips before he slightly spread my legs apart with his hand. His eyes twinkled again with that mischievous stare, and I swallowed a lump in my throat. What is he going to do to me?
“Trust me,” he said. “You’ll enjoy this.”
He teased my body with his mouth and tongue, planting kisses down my neck to the valley in between my breasts. He swirled and flicked his tongue around each nipple, making me squirm underneath him.
Kota smirked against my skin, the water was dripping from the top of his head and down his face. He continued to place kisses down my stomach and sides as he kneeled down in front of me, his head now in between my legs. My body trembled with anticipation and the dizziness in my head grew stronger. My hands found the back of his head to keep myself in place as I took a deep breath in and out.
“Are you all right?” Kota asked and all I could do was nod. A small smile graced his face briefly before he spoke. “Don’t worry. I promise I will take good care of you.”
Kota kissed the inside of my thighs before slowly making his way up to my sensitive core. He glanced up at me one more time before his tongue found my clit, and it took everything in me not to collapse to the shower floor.
Kota’s lips sucked hungrily at my bundles of nerves, his tongue flicking at my clit sending a surge of electricity through my body. My back arched from the tile wall, and my fingers tugged at his hair. I moaned and panted heavily, the sensation overwhelming yet addicting.
“Mmmm, baby, ahhh Kota right there,” I moaned.
The soap began to slide off my body as the water continued to rain down. The shower door and windows were completely covered and fog with drops of water gliding down the glass. Steam filled the bathroom, covering the mirrors, and my moans echoed throughout the entire room.
“Keep going,” I panted. “Oh my God, you feel so good.”
Kota obliged and entered one finger into my throbbing pussy, making me hiss in pleasure and pain.
“Damn,” Kota hissed. “You’re so tight.”
Luckily, the mixture of my juices and the water from the shower was enough lubricant to make me take his fingers in no time.Kota entered a second finger and pumped in and out of me at a steady pace, his mouth continuing to lick and suck at my clit.
“Fuck,” I moaned. “Mmmm baby yes…”
My fingers tangled and tugged harder into Kota’s hair, soliciting another growl from his lips.
“Oh Raina,” Kota groaned. “Harder.”
As I sank my fingers deeper into his hair, Kota pumped faster into my throbbing core. My hips rolled against him, hoping to match his rhythm and increase the friction between us. His lips sucked harder against my clit, and I threw my head back so fast that, this time, I bumped my head against the wall. I winced slightly in pain, but Kota’s actions were enough for me to quickly forget about it. I could feel my legs trembling violently and my climax approaching fast.
“Kota, baby,” I whimpered. “Ahh, I’m so close…”
The water was starting to get cold, and both of us started to shiver slightly from the sudden drop in temperature. Kota fingers moved faster, hitting a spot in me that turned my moans into screams.
“I can tell you’re close, Raina,” Kota breathed out, trying to keep his own emotions in check. “Let go for me, baby.”
“Ahhhh, fuck… Yes, baby, YES!!”
With a few more thrusts from his fingers, and a final suck to my core, my climax took over my body with my back arching from the wall, convulsing from Kota’s fingers, and his name exploding from lips in a guttural scream. He pumped a few more times to help me ride out my orgasm before I collapsed against the tiled wall, eyes fluttering closed and out of breath. Satisfied with his work, Kota released his fingers from me, stood up, and planted a kiss to my forehead, shivering a bit from the now cold water.
“Feel better?” Kota asked proudly.
I let out a tired, pleased chuckle and cracked my eyes to feel his arms wrap around my waist and flush my body to his, making sure I didn’t fall to the ground.
“A lot better,” I smiled, then looked down to see his dick still fully and painfully erect. “But what about you?”
Kota shook his head and let out a small smile. “Worry about me later. This was mainly for you, honey. And the cold water is actually helping it go down, so that’s a plus. Which, might I add, I would like to get out now.”
I laughed and shivered at his comment, agreeing with him. “I would too.”
Kota, then, handed me the white shower pouf, grabbed the other one from the shelf behind him, and squeezed soap into both of them. We quickly washed up using the cold water before I turned off the faucet and we stepped out of the shower. Handing me a large, fluffy towel, I dried off my body and hair before wrapping it around myself to comb and blow dry my hair. Kota had his towel wrapped around his waist while he was beginning to brush his teeth. He looked over to me in my area, gave me a wink, and blew me a kiss causing me to blush and smile widely.
To be Continued in Part 2: Thunderstorm
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