Note: Happy Birthday @rougepetale! I hope you enjoy your night with Shunichiro 😏
As she rose from the pool, water sluicing down her black swimsuit, droplets clinging and sparkling on her lashes, she met his eyes. Her lips parted slightly in a sultry smile, and she strode across to his lounge chair. She wasted no time with pleasantries, but sat on his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and took his mouth with hers. Her tongue stroked along the seam of his lips until he parted them, granting her entrance. There was nothing he wouldn't grant her right now. She was devouring him; the most glorious little moans were escaping into his mouth. Before he knew what he was doing, he had his arms around her, pulling her tight to his chest, finding every inch of exposed skin..stroking, memorizing. When she arched against him, he let out a deep groan.
Shunichiro jerked with the sense of landing from a long fall, eyes opening, taking in the dark room, the pillow under his cheek, the blue digital display of his alarm clock showing 1:24. He was in his bed. No bathing suit or swimming pool or sunshine in sight. The one common thread between what must have been a dream and his current reality was the feel of you, wrapped snuggly in his arms. You were stirring slightly. Oh god, your hips brushed back against his and he realized there was one more common thread between his dream and his present "situation." He didn't think he'd ever woken up this aroused from a dream.
"Hey, you ok?" You asked sleepily. You didn’t turn over, just turned your head to the right to peer up at him over your shoulder.
"I was dreaming. Sorry I woke you." His voice was gravelly and low, maybe you would assume it was from sleep.
You chuckled slightly and seemed to recognize his state of arousal as you came more fully awake. “Must have been a pretty good dream there, Shun…” you purposefully rolled your hips back into his erection.
"Very funny. You know very well that the only person who could do this—" he reached down with his right hand to cover your hip, pulled you back, and ground against you, eliciting a small moan from one, or maybe both, of you "—is you. Remember that bikini you wore in New York?"
"Mmm hmm." You reached down and covered his hand with yours, then guided them up your body to cup your breast. He felt your nipple pebbled against his palm and pressed it lightly between his thumb and forefinger.
"Shun, it would be a shame to waste your current level of enthusiasm, don't you think." He loved your bedroom voice.
"I think you have a brilliant, if somewhat dirty, mind," he whispered directly into your ear and then blew a warm breath there, causing you to shiver and tuck your ear down closer to your shoulder to escape.
His left arm had been trapped under you, wrapped around your waist all this time, but now he slid that hand up to palm your other breast. His lips found your favorite spot under your hair on the nape of your neck. That earned him a gasp and another roll of your hips.
"You're wearing too many clothes." With one final gentle squeeze, Shunichiro disengaged his hands to remedy the problem, sliding your panties down your hips. He wasted no time in shedding his boxers while you slid out of your tank top.
You started to turn and face him, but he placed his hand over your hip and guided you to stay as you were, on your side facing away from him. As he slid back in behind you, fitting his body to the curves and planes of yours, he slid his hand further down the front of your thigh and tugged your leg backward to drape it over his. His fingers and palm pressed into your flesh as he retraced his path back up to your hip, along the curve of your waist, and across to just below your belly button. He attached his lips to your shoulder blade, caressing the soft skin with the flat of his tongue.
You reached over your shoulder, running your fingers through his hair, holding his lips in place and letting out a little sigh.
Shunichiro’s fingers dipped lower, sliding one finger lightly along your folds and his arousal ratcheted up a notch, if that was possible. You were soaking wet. Maybe he wasn't the only one having sweet dreams tonight. As his fingers delved inside you, you arched into his hand. “Oh God, you feel so good,”
He withdrew and circled your clit lightly with the pad of his finger, coating it with your wetness and eliciting a gasp.
He shifted his body down to align himself behind you and took himself in hand to position his tip at your entrance. He shifted his hips and with one smooth thrust he was inside you, your name escaping his lips on a staccato exhale.
You were so warm and wet and snug around him, he wanted to bury himself inside you and never leave. He'd made love with his woman so many times, but this moment of rightness was always a shock.
You fit together perfectly, and it was more than just physical. Shunichiro had never felt so hyper-aware of a woman in bed before his first time with you. Now he couldn’t remember what sex had been like before you. The give and take, the desire to satisfy every needy little noise that escaped you, the wave of love that crested and reflected off of him when you climaxed together—as cliché as it sounded, he thought maybe now he understood the distinction between having good sex and truly making love.
He felt you relax into him when you’d had time to adjust, and he began to move, setting an easy, languid rhythm. His fingers returned to your pussy, circling your swollen nub, alternating light caresses with firmer pressure. Your hips bucked back against him as he thrust, but then as if you couldn't decide which was the most necessary contact, you pulled your hips forward to press into his hand.
From this angle, his movements were shallow but effective, if the rate of your breathing was any indication. Your eyes were shut tight, lips parted, fingers gripping the pillow, clenching and unclenching as you gasped. As he nibbled along your spine and across to your upper arm, he saw you press the flat of your palm against your own breast and he growled, speeding his rhythm slightly.
Shunichiro needed more…leverage…and maybe more hands. He used his own thigh to guide yours forward so that your knee was bracing you against the bed. At the same time, he shifted his hips to press your hips down into the mattress his knees spreading between yours and taking some of his weight. His hand stayed trapped between you and the bed, fingers pressed against your clit. He thrust more deeply inside you, driving your cunt into his hand and making you cry out. "Oh Shun, god, don't stop!”
You had more control of the rhythm like this, and you pressed yourself down into his hand with every thrust.
You were letting a little breathy gasp escape at the start of every panting breath out. When the gasps escalated to a high-pitched quiet little "Oh!" with every thrust, he felt the first tingles of his climax begin.
Your voice dropped a full octave, and the rhythm of your hips faltered. “Yes, oh… I’m so… close!”
He was driving into you, holding on to the last shreds of his control, when he felt your walls flutter around him and heard you whimper. He called out your name as he gave in to his release, pouring himself into you and chanting words of love against the soft skin of your shoulder.
He pushed against the last clench of your aftershocks, forcing a desperate little cry from your lips and exhausting his arms. As you collapsed fully into the mattress, he covered your body with his boneless, sated weight. He reached under you and curled his arms around your waist, kissing beads of sweat off the flushed skin of your neck. Damp hair clung to your back where he laid his cheek, panting until he could slow his breathing enough to sigh cool air across your skin.
When you had gotten your breathing back under control, you spoke, though it was with a distracted, breathy tone he only ever heard in bed..or occasionally on his desk. “You know, I have lots of swimsuits. I’m thinking we should go on another trip soon,”
Note: This is gonna be a three shot. I just wanted to get this out for my bae’s birthday~
Warning: Sex
You were comfortably lying against his leg, scrolling mindlessly through your phone when you saw an advertisement for research study. “Shun look” you exclaimed. Patting his leg, to get his attention, “It's only a few cities over.”
Shunichiro glanced down from his book to his beautiful girlfriend who was lounging on his lap, “What?” when you pointed to your phone again, he raised an eyebrow in surprise, “You want to do that?”
“Research is important.” you replied, “Plus, I am sure it will be pleasurable.”
“Fine, if you really feel that way.” he replied, reaching over and grabbing a hold of his bourbon. He knew you were watching him, and he couldn’t help but to smile into his drink. He loved you so much.
“They have a spot open tomorrow.” you tapped away and laughed, “And there we go. We have a spot at 2 p.m.” Shunichiro hummed his agreement. Reaching up, you grabbed his face and pulled him down for a kiss. You savored the taste on his lips. “I love you.” you finally said after parting from his lips.
Shunichiro hummed in agreement again, “I know.” his comment earned a light slap on the chest, he laughed softly, “I love you too.” he leaned down and pecked your lips. His fingers ran through your hair, he savored the silky strands that cascaded between his fingers.
You loved it too, it was soothing. But you also loved it when he grabbed hold of your hair during sex. Just the thought of sex had your cheeks blushing, how quickly your mind went to the gutter. Shunichiro was watching you, he enjoyed watching all your emotions playing over your face. He could tell the arousal creeping into your eyes. He knew that look well. And he was ready to rise to the occasion.
A mutual look passed between the both of you, a grin spread over your lips. Shunichiro mirrored your look. Quickly, he placed the book to the side and you placed your phone on the coffee table. Shunichiro was quick to pull you into a sitting position, his hands capturing your face as he kissed you passionately.
You moaned into his kiss as you leaned your body into his. Quickly you crawled over his lap, one leg on either side. He kissed his way from your lips to your neck where he spent more time lavishing kisses upon the skin. Nipping at your skin he planned on leaving his mark upon you. His hands were not still as they roamed over your body, settling on gripping at your hips. Digging into your hips more like it.
He could already feel his cock getting hard. Everything you did aroused him, making it incredibly difficult to work with you sometimes.
Your arms draped over his shoulder as you pulled him flush against your skin. “Oh Shun” you gasp out.
A shudder ripped through his body, he loved when you moaned his name. His name falling from your lips made him impossibly hard. His hands which we once content with resting on your hips reached for the hem of your shirt to pull it over your head. He already missed your warmth when you had to pull away to get the offending material away from your body. All that was left was a lacy blue bra.
He paused, usually you wore the black lace that he had gifted to you not too long ago. “This is new.” he mused.
A blush rose again, “Yeah, I bought this last week.” suddenly you were shy, “Do you like it?” you asked in a soft voice.
The uncertainty in your voice awoke Shunichiro’s sadistic side, “I’ll decide on how easily I can rip it off your body.”
“Wait! I just bought this!” you began to panic. You pulled away but his hands held you in place.
His lips glided down to the swell of your breasts, till they bumped up against the fabric. “Shunichiro! If you rip this off me I--” your voice shuttered when his mouth went over the fabric and to your nipple. Your hands grabbed at his clothes. He certainly knew how to steal words from your brain.
“You’ll what?” he asked, pulling back, a wicked smirk on his lips. “You’ll moan my name like it’s the only word you will ever remember.”
He pulled the frilly straps down one shoulder and pulled the cup down. He pinched the sensitive skin and you gasped in response. “You are so responsive.” his other hand pulled down the twin strap. His fingers wrapped around the middle of the fabric before you even knew what was happening with one mighty tug the flimsy fabric ripped from your body.
The satisfying sound of ripping fabric had him smiling. He’d buy you a new set later. One that he wouldn’t mind ripping off your body again. “Shun! You ruined it!” you whined, a pout on your face.
He kissed you softly, “I’ll buy you two more later.” he promised,he laid you down on the couch “Now, to get rid of those pants.” He quickly pulled your pants down, sparing your panties. Not that you’d be wearing them home anyway. You were completely naked under him as you watched him unbutton his shirt.
He watched as you bit your lip to hold back the moan threatening to spill out. Shun always spoiled you, stripping for you was no different. If he could get you on the brink of orgasm without even touching you, even better.
He pulled his arms free of the shirt as he tossed it over the back of a chair. Next was his belt, he pulled it slowly from its confinement, “you’re lucky I am not using this tonight. Count it as a small apology for your bra.”
He pulled his perfectly tailored pants down his long, lean legs. His boxers were left, and they hid nothing for your imagination. The bulge was straining against the fabric. Your mouth watered. He brought himself closed to you. Immediately you sat up and hooked your fingers to the elastic band of his boxers and pulled down. You equally wanted to rip off his clothes but you weren’t strong enough.
His cock sprang forward, pulsing and begging to be sucked. Taking the tender flesh in your hands you leaned forward and took the head into your mouth. Your tongue darted over the slit, enjoying the taste of the pre cum. You kept to the tip for now, teasing him.
It didn’t last for long, when he grabbed your head and pushed you further down on his length. You gagged when you took most of him in your mouth. Shunichiro murmured an apology and let you come up a little. What you didn’t get in your mouth you massaged with your hands. Gingerly cupping his balls you kneaded the flesh. Shunichiro’s moans goaded you on.
Tongue tracing the vein underneath you hummed to add stimulation. The deep groan that rumbled through Shunichiro made you inwardly smile, not often did you get this much of a reaction from him.
He reached over and pushed the panties to the side, his fingers found your core and he dove in. His fingers felt how wet you were, and he smirked, “So wet for me. I haven’t even fucked you yet.” You checked your muscles to show your appreciation. He added a second and third finger to your folds.
Curling inside you, you couldn’t help the goosebumps nor the shudder that coursed through your body. You were so sensitive when it came to Shun, he could only look at you and you’d be a horny puddle on the floor. Pumping his fingers in and out, he loved the feeling of your walls fluttering against his digits. Pulling his fingers from your folds he put his soaked fingers in his mouth. He was just as addicted to you as you were to him.
He didn’t want to finish in your mouth, he wanted to fill you tonight. He pulled away from you and it didn't escape his vision the pout you had. “Don’t pout,” he mocked chastised.
“Easier said than done Shun!” you whined. You fell backwards and sighed, “You are such a tease. It hurts now! I am aching” you confessed.
Shunichiro smirked, kneeling over you, he grabbed his cock in his hand, “I can’t have you in pain.” he replied. Pulling your panties back to the side he guided his hard cock into your vagina. The velvet grip felt amazing.
He sunk till his balls hit your skin. Stilling, he enjoyed the feeling of your body adjusting to him. He rubbed your clit ever so gently, teasing you. “S-Shun! Harder!” you begged, Bucking your hips to create friction.
He shushed you, “So needy!” removing his fingers, “You just want to cum that bad?” he asked. He enjoyed how quickly you nodded, “You need my cock that bad?” you nodded fervently again. Shunichiro smirked, he loved when you were this needy for him. He pulled back till only the head was barely inside before he slammed back in.
You screamed in pleasure. Your hands flew up to grab at his body. You clung to him as he plowed into you. Your head was thrown back in pleasure as you cried out his name. It was true, when he fucked you, his name was the only one you could remember. Shunichiro watched you as you came undone. You were so beautiful when you were on the brink of orgasm.
He bent down and latched to your neck. Biting down, he intended on leaving a mark. He took delight in knowing that you would have to cover up the bruise with makeup. Your fingers threaded through his hair, mildly paying attention that the strands were silky soft. You pulled him up to your face where you kissed him passionately.
He bit down on your lip, demanding access. You freely gave it, allowing his tongue to dance with yours. He held you close as you bucked your hips against his, creating a most delicious friction. The kiss drowned out any gasps you may have made, swallowed by his mouth.
You were so aroused that you didn’t last long. Your orgasm had hit you hard, so hard that you saw stars. Your pussy clenched down hard on Shunichiro’s cock. Shunichiro quickly followed after you, filling you to the brim with his cum. Shunichiro didn’t want to pull out just yet, he was comfortable being so intimately connected. He shallowly thrusted against you, until even the strength in his arms and collapsed on top of you. “Fuck, you were beautiful” he commented while he peppered kisses upon your chest. He loved how you chuckled, he nuzzled against your chest, feeling your rapidly beating heart.
“I love you, Shun” you sighed against him, you already lamented the loss of contact when Shun pulled out from you, placing the panties back. He laid behind you, pulling you to his chest. He nuzzled against your shoulder as he nipped softly.
“I love you too,” he rubbed soothing circles on your stomach, dipping further down to your clothed clit. You gasped, “Don’t worry I won't push you. We need to sleep in order to make it on time for your research study.” he rubbed your clit a little harder, “But that won't stop me from messing with you tonight.”
You smile at Shunichiro as you round the kitchen counter, accepting the wine glass he hands you with a grateful smile. “Thank you for tonight, Shun. Dinner was wonderful,”
He smiles at you, leaning in so that he can give you a proper kiss. "Happy Valentine's Day."
You press your lips to his, sighing when he pulls away after only a few seconds. Shunichiro gives you a light push towards the couch. “Go take your shoes off and relax on the couch, I’ll be over in a few minutes.” He comes over once to refill your wine glass before disappearing down the hall.
He couldn’t wait to give it to you. Three weeks of hiding it in the back of the closet so that you wouldn’t see it was torture. The moment he had seen the black lace lingerie on the rack at the store he knew he was going to buy it. He couldn’t picture anything but your smoking hot body poured into it. And even better was the picture of him peeling it off your body and thoroughly ravishing you.
His gift could be considered one for both of you, but he knows how much you love to dress in sexy lingerie, how much you enjoy the look on his face when he sees you in it. You will enjoy this gift just as much as he will. He pulls the box out of the closet, sitting it carefully on the bed and placing a big red bow on top of it. He's tempted to open the box and look at it again, but he knows the anticipation of seeing you in it will be too much right now.
Imagining you in lingerie is one thing, but the fact that it's black lace is even better. And knowing that it will accent your perfect thighs and breasts has his mouth watering. He covers the floor of the room in rose petals and lights the candles that he's placed carefully around the room. With one last look around the bedroom he smiles and closes the door.
When he comes back towards the couch he has to stop. You are an image of true beauty, leaning back against the couch with your feet propped on the table in front of you. Your eyes are closed and he can't seem to do anything but stare. He doesn't think he'll ever stop wanting you as much as he does right now.
He comes up behind you, leaning over the back of the couch to place a soft kiss against your cheek and you sigh, your eyes fluttering open to look up at him. He trails a hand to your shoulder, down your arm and lets it rest on your stomach. You whimper slightly as he attaches his lips to yours, craning your neck so that you can get closer to him.
He pulls up the bottom of your blouse so that he can feel your soft skin under his fingertips, drawing lazy circles with his fingers around your belly button. When his fingers accidentally slip underneath the top of your skirt you whimper again, your hips rising slightly off the couch. He keeps his lips pressed against yours, his tongue pushing against your lips until you open for him, allowing him to explore the warmth of your mouth.
His fingers move to work the button of your skirt, deftly popping it open and slowly sliding your zipper down. He pushes on the fabric encouraging you to remove it and you pull away from him, your lips separating with a pop. You lift your hips, sliding your skirt quickly off your legs but when you go to do the same with your panties he stops you.
“Leave them on.”
You quirk an eyebrow at him but lean back against the couch, wrapping your arm around his neck and pulling him back down to your lips. He resumes his exploration of your mouth as he slips his hand below the waistline of your panties and lets his middle finger dip through your drenched folds. You keen, pushing into his hand and he presses his thumb to your clit, rubbing tight circles against it. He works you for a few seconds before he slips two fingers into your heat, slowly thrusting them in and out.
Your hips buck each time he pulls out and the image of you riding his fingers has him rock hard. You roughly pull away from his lips, throwing your head back against the couch and squeezing your eyes shut as you pant. You look beautiful, writhing on the couch as he works you to ecstasy using only his fingers. The image of his hand inside your panties is so erotic he could almost come right there, knowing that his fingers are buried inside you, covered by the lace of your underwear. You are so sexy and he's so turned on that you’re letting him do this right now.
He curls his fingers inside you, pushing them against your G-spot at the same time that he increases his pressure on your clit. You cry out, your hands gripping the couch firmly as you approach your orgasm. He pushes them in as deep as they will go and you throw your head back, sobbing out his name as you clench tightly, coming so hard that your wetness gushes out around his fingers.
He continues to work your clit, keeping his fingers deep inside you until you whimper and push on his hand. And he can't wait any longer, he's insatiable and he needs you, all of you. Shunichiro comes around the couch and lifts you into his arms, smiling when you wrap your arms around his neck. He quickly walks you to the bedroom.
He sets you down in front of the door, pausing to kiss you thoroughly as he pushes it open. You lean back to look at him, smiling when you see the dark shade his eyes have turned. "That was one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had, your fingers are so damn talented. But you know what I love even more than your fingers?"
He smirks at you knowing what you’re going to say but indulging you anyway. “And what might that be?”
You lean forward, ghosting your lips over the shell of his ear, "your mouth." Your voice is dripping with sex and he grips your hips roughly, walking you backwards into the bedroom.
You stop his movements when you notice the room and the gift that's resting in the middle of the bed. "Shunichiro, you did all of this for me?”
The smile that blooms across his face is beautiful and he tangles his fingers with yours. "Of course, I wanted tonight to be perfect."
You press a kiss to his cheek, grinning at him when you pull back. "Every night with you is perfect. And everything about this night has already been amazing. You're everything I ever wanted and will ever want."
He tugs your body into his, kissing you with every bit of the love he has for you. He pushes a thigh in between your legs and when you moan into his mouth his impatience to have you returns. He wraps his hands around your thighs lifting you so that you can wrap your legs around him and then he walks you to the bed, laying you carefully in the middle of it.
When he pulls away to start removing his clothes you sit up slightly, reaching for the box that's next to you. "Is this my valentine's gift?"
"It is and I desperately want to see you in it, but I don't think I can handle watching you put it on and taking it off of you. I need you." He sheds the last piece of his clothing and crawls over top of you, forcing you to lie back as he reaches for your shirt and rips it open, buttons flying all over.
"But I didn't even get to see what it is," you protest when he pushes the box to the end of the bed.
He unclasps your bra and pulls it away from your body, smiling at the soft weight of your breasts filling his palms. "I promise I'll let you open it later."
He's all over you then, kissing you, licking you and then finally filling you until the only sounds that fill the room are those of your love making. Your gift lays forgotten, pushed to the floor during one of your heated, passionate rounds. It's definitely a night that you will never forget because you’re sure your body will need several days to recover.
When you finally get to open the gift you smirk at him, pulling the black lace lingerie from the box and holding it against your body. "I guess we'll be saving this for another special occasion then?"
He wraps you in his arms, kissing you over and over until you set the garment aside and succumb to his wicked ways. "Mmm, sorry you didn't get to wear it last night; you just make me want you so bad. It's like our love is insatiable."
And that's exactly what it was. Your love was unlike anything you’d ever experienced. It was and always would be, insatiable.
