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Obanai was the kind of guy who believed every day was Valentine's Day. Every Friday, Mitsuri came home to find fresh flowers on the table and Obanai cooking in the kitchen. It helped him unwind too. He loved being able to pour his love into Mitsuri. On days when he wasn’t up for cooking, they would order in and cuddle up on the couch watching some movie.
He never wanted Valentine's Day to be the one day where Mitsuri was spoiled. They had several dates a month and their life was by no means dry. Today was a special day, however. It was a day they both looked forward to. After dating each other for 2 years and living together for a few months on top of that, this holiday would be special.
It would be the first one they had spent under the same roof, (the first of many, Obanai hoped), so he had to go all out… or as out as he could afford on their budget. He had the perfect night planned. They would come home from work, and Mitsuri would find a gorgeous red dress with white polka dots and a nice white low collar with a bow in the middle. Obanai would wear his red and black harlequin inspired pattern with a billowy white t-shirt. They did not often match, but Valentine’s was always a fun excuse to wear cheesy couples outfits.
They would rush to a restaurant that Obanai had had reservations at since February 15th, and when they got home, Mitsuri would see the gift that Obanai had gotten for her and perhaps selfishly for him; a win for Mitsuri was a win for Obanai, after all.
The day went by slowly, with Mitsuri sending selfies from her desk stating how bored she was and how much she looked forward to dinner tonight. She was sure that whatever Obanai had planned was going to be amazing. He would then respond with how much he missed her, despite their desks being a mere 50 feet away from each other.
During lunch they were always sitting together and always just happened to be at the water cooler at the exact time. Valentine's Day was no different. Obanai was nervous, though, and Mitsuri could tell. She chalked it up to dinner or whatever surprise he had cooking.
With the work day coming to an end, it was time for their holiday to actually get started.
“Your first gift starts when we get home,” Obanai said, kissing Mitsuri’s hand as they drove home. Her blush was undeniable.
“So soon? What did you get me? No! Don’t tell me! I want it to be a surprise!” Mitsuri said beyond giddy even though their night had barely begun.
“I wasn’t planning on it, my love. It is supposed to be a surprise after all!” Obanai chuckled.
As they pulled up in their driveway, Mitsuri was almost bouncing in her seat. She knew it would be an outfit. Every year since they have been together, they have matched. He picked the first year, her the second, and now for their third Valentine’s together, he would pick again.
When she got into their bedroom, she saw the polka dot red with a low cut neckline and felt a blush creep up her neck. It was her size, but a slight worry fell over her. What if it hugged her in the wrong place?. What if it was too tight and she had gained weight? How would Obanai look at her? As the worry started to flow, she felt him next to her.
“Do you like it?” he asked almost shyly.
What did he have to be shy about?
“I was worried it was too much,” he said while an arm snaked around her waist.
“It’s perfect, Obi,” she promised and gave him a squeeze, “Now get ready! I don’t want to miss this reservation. We have only been waiting all year for it.”
The restaurant was nice - one of those Michelin Star types that Mitsuri had mentioned but was near impossible to get a reservation at. Obanai had skimmed the menu and saved up so they could have the wine course alongside their meal.
He rushed to change and when Mitsuri saw him, that same blush she once had coated his face now too. She was absolutely beaming.
“You look so sexy!” she exclaimed, which only caused him to blush more. This was a pattern that would only worsen by the end of the night.
“And you, my love, look like Venus herself,” Obanai said, his hands trailing down her sides. His hand lowered down and right before he could grab a handful of her rather bountiful bottom, she tutted.
“Save your dessert for later, Obi! Don’t be greedy!” she giggled with a wink that was sure to put hearts in his eyes. Any of the previous insecurity swarming through her was long gone. Just the way Obanai stared at her with unbridled lust was often enough to snap her out of just about anything.
The drive there was ridden with a quietness that was unsettling to neither of them. Obanai traced patterns on her thigh, occasionally going a little bit higher than absolutely necessary, usually causing Mitsuri to bite her lip and look out the window. She was not trying to show her arousal before they had even given their names for the reservation.
There was almost a relief she felt when they pulled up to the restaurant. The erection she was slowly starting to sport would be tampered by the rush of finding their table and looking through the menu.
Of course she had looked in advance, so she knew exactly which menu she would choose from but she was pretending to look busy while she thought of dying puppies and naked grandmas to tamp down her growing desires was necessary.
That would not last for long. Mitsuri was forced to face the music, and soon forced to look into the unhidden desire in her partner's eyes.
“So… how was work?” she asked. He always had something to say about work.
“That new intern Tanjiro is just irksome. He always has an answer to everything. I don’t think there is a single person in that office that doesn’t like him.” Obanai scoffed slightly - a sure fire way to get him worked up. Mitsuri tried to contain her smile.
“Well there’s you, and there’s Sanemi… and anyone in that office who hates puppies.” Mitsuri knew Obanai was a little jealous and for no real reason. She knew that Obanai was secure in their relationship, but it was fun to tease him sometimes.
“He is not a puppy. He is a grown man with a full time job. You know he had the nerve to give me papers with no staple or paperclip?!” Obanai said as if that was the worst offense known to man.
“How ever did you survive? Oh, Obi, you are just so brave,” Mitsuri teased. She felt him tap his shoe against her foot and she reciprocated. Her red heels rubbed alongside the black leather of his shoes.
He shrugged. “Certainly not by the help of my loving partner. Though it seems her eyes are elsewhere.” Obanai was no fool, he knew Mitsuri found his jealous antics amusing. This ended up being great for him because he simply could not help himself.
When the first round of food had come, Mitsuri felt Obanai’s foot slowly drag up to her ankle, occasionally caressing up and down. By the middle of the meal, his foot was closer to her knee than her foot.
“Sweet pea, please. I do not want to be kicked out of here!” Mitsuri scolded. Obanai seemed much more focused on rubbing his foot up and down her leg than he did the meal in front of him. He took the hint, and the food was enjoyed without a game of footsies.
“And your day, my love, how was it?” he asked.
“Snooze fest! I don’t know why we have to work on Valentines day! That has to be illegal! It’s a national holiday!” Mitsuri huffed.
“Well, at least it’s on a Friday. We can spend the whole weekend making up for anything we missed this morning.”
“I know! But that's not the point. Ubuyashiki-san has a wife! He should know how important a day like today is. To spend it all day next to your lover.” The exasperation was clear in her voice.
“Next year, we can take the day off then,” Obanai promised.
“Next year it will be on a Saturday! That doesn't count.”
“You’re pouting right now,” Obanai stated with no mocking tone in his voice, just a voice dripping in absolute love and sincerity. If she was a stronger woman, perhaps she could bear to face the love in his eyes right now but she was far too frustrated.
“Am not.” Mitsuri felt a poke against her leg.
“Are too.” He said, and she turned to him, unable to hide her smile this time.
“What did I say about dessert?” She huffed, and Obanai lowered his foot once more.
The rest of dinner went by nicely. They laughed and talked until the bill came. Obanai knew Mitsuri would be hungry after, and although the food was filling she would most likely want a little bit more when they got home.
On the way home, the energy continued to be light. They discussed the food and the waiter who Mitsuri was going to kill. Leaving her number on the receipt as if they were not on a date on Valentine's Day? The nerve of some people!
“Not fun when the shoe is on the other foot, huh?” Obanai would fight back with only teasing in his voice. The idea of him having eyes for a single soul that was not Mitsuri was comical.
As they got home, Mitsuri went to open a bottle of wine, a nice sweet one to finish the night and a precursor to what she was sure would be a nice night in the bedroom. It did not slip her mind that Obanai had damn near scurried into the bathroom right after.
She thought little of it though pouring into their heart shaped glasses. She felt a tiny bit of guilt. The night was wonderful and Obanai made her feel sexy without saying a word, but Valentine's Day was a big day for them. It was like a second anniversary.
While she loved the dress and thought his suit was perfect, was that it? Tonight would be fun, of that she was sure, but no gifts? It felt selfish to think like that. Obanai had not let a day go by where she doubted his love for her. But no more gifts?
Not a necklace or a bracelet, some nice shoes or another dress? No cookbook she had been dropping hints at for months? It was not an all consuming guilt for her, but one she was nonetheless forced to contend with.
She was snapped out of her thoughts when Obanai walked out. The confidence he had all night suddenly disappeared. He seemed almost shy. For a brief second, Mitsuri wondered if he could read her mind. Could he tell that she was slightly disappointed by the night? No. That was ridiculous.
Then he took a drink of the wine, but it was more like a shot. In fact, it was more like he drank the entire thing in one sitting like a man desperate for water.
“Watch out, sweet pea, the night has barely begun!”
Obanai blushed but hardly said a word, pushing the glass towards Mitsuri for some more. It seemed like so long ago when Obanai still struggled to express his needs. She was always sympathetic. Growing up with a family like his would weigh on anybody, so she was patient.
Nowadays those episodes are rare, where Obanai struggled to speak for himself and where his body caved in on itself. If Mitsuri knew him less, perhaps she would have thought he did not want any more tonight, and maybe he got too in over his head and perhaps tonight would not be the night they try for their first kid.
It was only a small secret that they were trying, of course, kept between them and Shinobu. She was the one who occasionally monitored them to see if they were any closer to it, becoming a possibility that they would soon have children running around.
So, Mitsuri thought it was her turn. “Don’t tell me you’re getting shy on me now, Obanai. Not after all that teasing all night. You got me so worked up. You saw that, didn’t you?” she cooed, but Obanai still didn’t look.
“Aw, sweet pea, look at me,” Mitsuri said, a slight dominance in her tone that had never been there before. She tilted his head up, and it’s clear he was flushed. Perhaps there was a third gift in store for her. Still, Obanai didn't speak.
“You don’t want me to beg, do you?” With that, he shakes his head. “Good. Why don’t you get to bed for me?” He nodded and slithered to bed.
Mitsuri took a last sip of wine and headed to bed to find Obanai laying there, his suit still on. That shocked her a little bit, but perhaps he wanted her to watch him undress. Whatever the reason, she was undoubtedly intrigued.
“This won’t do, Obi. You need to take that suit off.” Mitsuri said, crawling on top of him. Once again, the roles had reversed as her hands trailed up his thighs and she felt a bump of leather. “Oh?” She said, a curiosity in her voice. “Is this why you’ve been hiding?”
Mitsuri slowly started to take off his suit. The shirt came off first and she was slower than she needed to be. The anticipation of whatever is hiding under his pants can wait. She wanted to tease him a little. Dinner had been torture, and the ride home was even worse. Mitsuri wanted to take care of him. He showered her with love every hour of every day. Was it not her turn to make him feel as desired?
Slowly, she kissed down his chest, along the scars on his chest, her tongue grazing over his nipple. They had been sensitive since he had gotten surgery, and it was no secret that Mitsuri enjoyed that. A shiver passed through Obanai as he watched Mitsuri watch him like a woman possessed. She slowly took off his pants only to see the Valentine's gift she had been waiting for. Underneath his hot red pants was a red and pink garter and heart shaped panties barely covering his crotch.
“Is this why you’ve been so shy, Obi?” she asked, her hands running down his smooth legs. A faint blush appeared on his cheeks and then spread throughout his body.
“It’s not too much?” It felt like the first thing he had said all night.
“Like it? I love it!” She said with almost giddy excitement, but she could not get distracted now. Obanai was laid out for her, desperate for her touch, and who was she to deny him such a thing?
So after the much needed fanfare, she found herself kissing up and down Obanai’s thighs. Her tongue licked down his panties as a strained moan came from Obanai. He pulled her hair slightly and she looked up briefly to see his face strained in pleasure. Perfection.
Mitsuri went back down pushing his panties to the side and spreading his folds. “Have you been this wet all night?” She asked not in a mocking tone, but instead one laced with shock. “Oh, poor baby. Let me take care of you.”
Another pathetic moan came from Obanai and Mitsuri realized she could get used to this. With that, her tongue laid down on his clit, sucking on it softly as her fingers made their way between his folds.
Mitsuri licked up and down Obanai's heat, her girlish giggle at odds with how nastily she was tending to him. Hands traced over his inner thighs as eyes met - at least, tried to meet - Obanai pointed his gaze elsewhere for a brief moment as he was eaten out. Fingers ghosted at his entrance for a small moment before they left to clutch around his thighs again, small pops of Mitsuri's mouth letting go from sucking echoing in the air for some small moment.
His hips bucked up and Mitsuri guided him back down. “Be a good boy for me, won’t you?” Obanai nodded his head so fast she was sure it would break off his body.
Mitsuri lapped up the sides of his folds, not wanting to let anything go to waste. Her thumb worked to massage Obanai’s clit and as she felt his hips stutter she only worked faster. Obanai was louder than she had ever heard him before as his hands gripped onto Mitsuri’s green and pink locks.
“Please,” was all he could get out. Perhaps if they had done this before she would have teased him, asked him to speak up, or told him to use his words, but she decided against it. If only for this one time would she spare her partner.
It was almost an ask for permission and she happily granted it. Her fingers were pumping faster, as she hummed against his clit, blissfully unaware that Obanai was reaching his climax. It was not until she felt slick on her face that she realized.
Obanai’s once relaxed thighs had locked around her head as she felt his cum and slick mix on her tongue. She licked it up readily and as he relaxed around her head, the shyness was seeming to slowly disappear from his body. Mitsuri kissed up his chest, her hand hovering above his heat.
“You don’t think I’m done, do you? I haven’t even gotten off, sweet pea. You don’t want to be selfish, do you?” Mitsuri cooed in his ear.
Obanai shook his head once more like a bobble with a soft chuckle from Mitsuri.
“Good boy.”