As the fourth in the draw, Masato had had a little more time to prepare for his date with you.

He prided himself on his attention to detail and his substantial wealth has allowed him to facilitate the evening he wanted for you.

So far, he had had to cope with Ren's gloating after his date with you, mentioning your "skill" and your "beautiful moans". He had even heard him masturbating over you again the night after. It made his blood boil.

He had tried his best to shut it out, instead focussing his energies into ensuring he was everything that was expected of a gentleman on a date with a lady.

To say he was nervous was an enormous understatement. He was nearly terrified of messing up, of blowing his chances with the one woman who he truly loved. He pushed the fear aside and allowed his excitement to flow through. This chance with you was more than he could ever have dared to dream of.

He was determined to love you as you should be, if you would have him.

* * *

You had bumped into Masato at breakfast.

As you were about to smile and tell him how much he was looking forward to spending the day with him when he bowed formally, and stammered out,

"I am honoured to spend this evening with you, Y/N. I-If it would be acceptable to you, one of my family's cars will collect you at seven. I-I look f-forward to our time together,"

and hurried from the room.

As you stared after his retreating figure, you could feel your heart flutter at his nervousness. You smiled to yourself and fought down a blush.

Checking the clock, you noted that you had nine hours until you would be picked up. Surely that was long enough to get ready? Either way, it was time to empty your wardrobe and try to put together something stunning. You wanted to ensure that you lived up to his image of you.

* * *

It was five minutes to seven and you were checking your makeup in your compact mirror for the fifth time.

Tomochika had helped you select an outfit – something which you seemed incapable of doing – and had done your makeup and hair. You had to admit she'd done an excellent job.

You wore a simple but beautiful navy blue dress with a low dipping back that settle on your curves and a pair of silver sparkling shoes.

You hoped that you looked fancy enough for whatever Masato had planned.

You were forced to ignore any further worries by a sleek black car pulling up in front of you. Knowing that this was the car Masato had promise, you climbed into the back, thanked the driver and tried to calm your nerves.

You wondered where you would be taken.

That question was soon answered as the car pulled up outside a magnificent building near the centre of the nearby city. You knew this place as it was famous throughout the entire country. It was the best restaurant in town and was often booked six months in advance. Surely Masato could not have managed to make a reservation here.

Suddenly you felt as though no dress would be formal enough for this venue and, as the driver escorted you to the door, you felt yourself grow more and more nervous.

You entered the grand foyer of the restaurant alone and were immediately greeted by a maitre'd in livery. You did not even have to open your mouth before he bowed low to you and informed you,

"Master Hijirikawa is waiting for you, Miss,"

You followed him through the dining room, past the extravagant tables and bourgeois clientele until you reached a private booth in the corner, beautifully lit by candles and the light of the massive chandelier.

Sat at the table was Masato, looking even more groomed and handsome than usual. He wore a black suit and navy shirt with no tie and his hair fell effortlessly to the side.

Your heart quickened.

As he looked up and noticed you, his eyes widened and his breath caught.

He immediately stood and bowed to you, declaring, "I am honoured by your presence, Y/N," before pulling your chair out for you.

You were a little flustered as you took your seat and prayed that your blush didn't show when he complimented,

"Your beauty is ethereal this evening,".

As he sat across from you and handed you the menu, you made small talk; how was your day?, isn't it a beautiful evening?

You were very aware of the nervousness in the air.

You knew that you, yourself, were a little on edge given your surroundings and, particularly, your company but you felt that Masato, too, seemed tense.

It was both flattering and endearing that you were able to make such a normally stoic and refined man feel weak. You stifled a smile.

"I hope you like it here, Y/N. I didn't want to seem presumptuous-"

"This place is amazing, Masato! I can't thank you enough!" you exclaimed, wondering how anyone could dislike this beautiful venue.

Masato cleared his throat. The very sound of his name on your tongue caught his breath.

"Please, there is no need to thank me," he replied, looking up from the table and into your eyes, "I should be thanking you for consenting to join me here,"

"I wouldn't have missed it for the world," you replied, smiling coyly.

You couldn't help but be a tease, albeit a truthful one.

Masato struggled to hide the shudder that ran over him. To distract himself, he opened the leatherback menu.

You followed his lead and immediately noticed something peculiar about the dishes; absolutely everything listed was something that you adored.

"Masato…what-"

"I uh, took the liberty of amending this evening's menu for your enjoyment, Y/N," he smiled, looking just a tad proud of himself.

"But…but how did you know about all of this? This is the best looking menu I've ever seen! And how did you do this? This must have been nearly impossible to arrange!" you beamed.

"I…Well, I suppose I thought this was one way to show how much, ah…how much attention I pay to you. You see, this restaurant is owned by my family's financial group. I met with the head chef and discussed the changes to this evening's menu. I-it's just…an expression of my…appreciation for you, Y/N. I can't tell you how much it means that- that you like it," he explained, secretly bursting with joy.

"Oh, Masato, I love it! How can I possibly choose from this?" you grinned, "You didn't have to put so much effort in for me. The time I get to spend with you is a treat enough,"

"Y/N…I wanted to," the sincerity in his voice silenced you, your heart thundering in your chest.

You ordered, you ate, you talked, and you drank. Everything was delicious, better than you could have imagined, but you were still very aware of the nervousness hanging in the air. As much as you were both enjoying yourselves, Masato seemed unable to fully relax.

You thought that perhaps a little more champagne might help.

Apparently both of you had a similar idea as you both reached for the bottle at the same time, your hands brushing as they did so.

Masato retracted his hand immediately, but you were certain that you heard him audibly gasp. The thought raised a blush to your cheeks.

"I-I…Y/N, may I pour you a drink?" he offered, composing himself.

"Thank you, that's very kind," you smiled, watching as he reached again for the bottle. You knew that he must be trying to retain his dignified exterior, but you were convinced that you saw him trembling slightly as he poured.

You couldn't help but smile.

You finished your meal and, as you offered to split the bill, Masato stared incredulously simply informing you that everything was already paid for and that he would never expect you to pay for anything with him.

As he had your coat fetched for you and draped it gently over your shoulders, he stood before you and, forcing his eyes up from his shoes, stepped closer to you and asked, "Y/N, I was wondering if it would be too much to ask for you to join me for a walk by the river?"

You jumped at the chance,

"Of course! I would love to, Masato," you replied, feeling your heart speed up at his dashing smile.

Exiting the restaurant, he led the way to the riverside.

The moonlight reflected beautifully across the water as you walked. The lanterns in the street were lit and it was a delightfully warm night.

There was often silence between you but no longer an uncomfortable silence, more a contented reverie. Occasionally you would glance across at him and find he had been doing the same, causing him to immediately look elsewhere.

Evidently he was still a little nervous.

A mischievous thought crossed your mind.

Waiting for the correct moment, you reached out and took his hand in your own.

His entire body stiffened and you swore he stopped breathing.

To help calm him, you gently stroked your thumb across the back of his palm.

Far from calming him, instead of holding his breath you could faintly hear him close to panting.

Smiling slightly, you lead him to stand directly at the riverside, him following you without a word.

There was a moment of silence, both of you staring into the water.

"Masato," you began, turning to look into his brilliant blue eyes, "I want to thank you for a wonderful evening. All the detail and attention that you've put into everything, all the care that you've shown me…I can't tell you how much it means. You're a perfect gentleman, Masato,"

His eyes were full of joy when, in his deep timbre, he replied,

"I would do anything to make you happy, Y/N. I…care so deeply for you. I will always strive for your happiness,"

Your eyes pricked with tears. He was so sincere and so genuine. You had to return his sentiments.

"Masato, your favourite colour is aqua,"

He blinked.

"What-?"

"Your birthday is a day that you don't tend to celebrate but the Christmas lights still being up always makes you happy.

You don't like sweet foods unless they contain fruit.

You like to alphabetise things.

You practice beautiful calligraphy but you also enjoy painting in watercolours.

You enjoy meditation but you hate those Zen music tracks.

You're fluent in Italian and French and you're trying to learn Greek but you don't want people to know until you have a thorough grasp of it.

Your favourite season is spring but your favourite month is July…"

Masato stood in stunned silence, reeling from your outburst.

"Y/N…what...? How did you…all of those things…you remembered them all?"

"You see? I pay just as much attention to you…Masato…"

Your body moved of its own accord, stepping fluidly towards him and, rising onto your toes, you captured his lips tenderly in your own.

"Mphf!"

His eyes flew wide open, his entire body freezing as you gently moved your lips against his.

After a few moments you pulled back and he gasped, staring at you incredulously.

"Y-Y/N!" he stammered, his voice shaking, "You…w-what-?"

"I love you, Masato," you confessed.

You could have sworn you heard him moan slightly at your words.

"Y/N!" he breathed, "Sweet, beautiful Y/N… I-I could never have dreamed… I feel…my god, Y/N, I love you! I love you more than I could possibly say,"

He reached out and swept you into his arms, crushing you to his chest, he pressed kisses to your hair.

"Masato…I don't want this night to end…" you confided, holding him tight.

"Neither do I, Y/N, neither do I…"

A thought popped into your head and, though you didn't want to push things too far, you couldn't help but try,

"I-I have an idea…" you ventured hesitantly, "T-there's a hotel I know not far from here… I-if you don't want to I-"

"Yes. Y/N, yes. Take me there,"

It seemed far too long until you both reached your hotel room but now, as you kissed passionately against the wall, the wait started to be worth it.

As his hands wound into your hair and his kisses deepened, you instinctively played with the buttons of his shirt.

He separated from you, panting and with eyes darkened with lust, and stepped back.

You were terrified that you had done something wrong but did not get the chance to speak.

"Y/N," he was suddenly very serious, "I need you to tell me truthfully. Is…t-that where this is going?"

Was it? You knew exactly what he meant. Were you ready to be that way with him?

It didn't take much thought – the only problem was your worry about what his reaction might be. Still, he asked for the truth.

"Yes," you replied, "If that is what you want. I know I do,"

He nodded, taking a deep breath, and suddenly divested himself of his shirt.

His torso was toned and muscular, his alabaster skin shining in the dim light of the room.

You couldn't help but stare.

"Y/N," he stared directly into your eyes with a surety that almost startled you, "I want to give myself to you. Please, will you have me?"

You thought your heart might stop.

You steadied yourself and, never allowing your eyes to leave his, pushed the straps of your dress from your shoulder, letting it fall to the floor. You stood before him now in navy lace lingerie that showcased your figure beautifully.

"Ah!"

His exclamation could not be held back. His face was the picture of astonishment.

"Y/N!...Y-you…you are perfection!"

Emboldened, you stepped towards him, pressing your flushed breasts against him and feeling the hardness of his body for the first time.

You draped your arms around his neck and leaned in to whisper against his lips,

"Masa…make love to me?"

Everything moved so quickly that you were almost shocked to find yourself on you back on the bed, entirely naked – your lingerie discarded who knows where – with your equally nude lover trying desperately to hide a blush as he was bared before you for the first time.

"I...I hope I make you happy, Y/N…"

You said nothing. There were no words for how you saw him. He was utterly stunning and so well-endowed that you were almost shocked. He was normally so reserved as a romantic that, for some reason, you had never imagined him being of such a substantial size.

Instead, you quickly darted forward and took him into your mouth.

"AH!" he collapsed backwards immediately, crying out in shock. This new position was perfect – you had complete dominance.

"Y/N! What are you doing?! This is- AAAH!" he was arching violently as you took him deeper, writhing and crying out with every breath.

You were enjoying this.

"Y-Y/N, please! This- this feeling! Ohh! Please!"

You never would have thought you would see him beg but the opportunity was something that fuelled the fire in you.

"Mmm! Oh, Y/N! My love! …W-wait! I can f-feel it! It's….Y/N, wait! I'm-"

You knew exactly what he was trying to say. He was going to cum.

You would have grinned if you could but, instead, you redoubled your efforts, grabbing his hips and pinning him to the bed.

"Oh! Ohhh, Y/N! Please! Y-you have to stop! I'm…please, I-I'm…OH GOD!" He arched back and shook as he released into your mouth.

You swallowed and cleaned up as much as possible.

He shot up, shaking and stammering, spouting apologies but, as he watched your throat constrict as you swallowed his seed, he gave a weak cry. He was almost instantly hardening again at the sight.

With shivering arms, he pulled you towards him, flipping you so that he was about you.

"Y/N, you are a goddess! I love you! I want you! I-I can never deserve you b-but I will never stop trying. Please…please tell me you are ready? Give me permission?"

You felt your eyes well up with tears of joy at his words. You kissed him tenderly and sighed,

"Please, Masa, make me yours,"

Breathing raggedly, he aligned himself with your entrance and, at your nod, pushed in.

"Oh! Oh, Y/N!"

You gazed up into his astonished face, watching as he felt what it was to be inside you for the first time.

You too were starting to feel you brain fuzz over as he filled you. His size had been apparent as soon as you had seen him bared to you but now, feeling him push into you, the stretch was almost too much.

You focussed your breathing, relaxing enough to take him fully, until you felt him seated completely within you.

Masato's head dropped to your shoulder as he panted and tried to fight the urge to release within you immediately

.

"Y/N…this is amazing!" he breathed.

You wanted to wait for him to get used to feeling but you truly felt that you had waited long enough. Gently you grips his hips and pushed him backwards before pulling him back in towards you hard.

"AH! Y/N! Ohhh!" he positioned himself over you so that he could see into your eyes, as blown as his own, and repeated the action.

"Oh! Masa, yesss!" you hissed, loving the feeling of him buried deep inside you.

"Oh Y/N," he sighed, slowing building up a rhythm, "This…this is better than I ever dreamed!"

You moaned and smiled coyly.

"You've dreamed of fucking me, Masa?" you teased, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"I…Oh! I-"

"I've dreamed of you too," you breathed, raking your hands up his back, "I've dreamed of you inside me… Did you ever touch yourself thinking about me?"

"Mmm! I-I-…y-yes! Yes!" he cried, thrusting into you harder.

"Ah! E-ever stroke that beautiful cock and dream it was me?"

"Yes! Oh, yes!" Harder and harder.

"Ohh! F-fuck! E-ever cum all over your hand wish you were filling me?"

"AH! Yes! Yes, Y/N! Oh god! I-I'm getting close!" he was panting and moaning

"M-me too!" you gasped, every second being pushed closer to climax by his pounding.

"Yes! Oh, please, Y/N, cum for me! Please!" he begged, quickening his pace.

"AH! Masa! I-I can't hold back!" you began to writhe, clinging to him.

"Don't! Don't hold back, my love! Cum! Cum onto my c-cock!"

Hearing him speak that way, all manners forgotten in lust, was enough to push you over the edge.

"AH! Masato! Ohh!"

Your body bowed and your eyes rolled back as your orgasm hit you.

"Y/N! Y/N, that's so beautiful! Oh god, you're s-squeezing me! I… Oh! I can feel it starting! I c-can't stop! Y/N, I'm cumming! Ah! AH! AAHHH!"

His member pulsed inside you as he released, his hands gripping your shoulders and his entire body convulsed.

He fell on top of you, burying his face in your neck and sobbing,

"Thank you! Thank you! I love you!"

"I love you too, Masato," you sighed, holding him close, pressing kisses to his damp forehead.

With one hand he sought out the bed sheets, pulling them over you both as he moved to hold you to him.

As he drifted off, he continues muttering "I love you's" and running his fingers across your skin.

Sleep took you quickly but, as you fell into dreams, you were lulled by his declarations of unending love.