BUSHI One Shot Collection

Next Time

Pairing: Bushi/FC

Category: Smut

Warnings: Oral sex, explicit language 

 "I can't think straight with you."  "I make you nervous."

As a courier I got to deal with a lot of people from various scopes of life. From the richest of the rich, to those barely hanging on by a thread. It wasn't any of my business what I was delivering. I was paid well not to ask any questions. Just deliver the boxes and go on my way. There were one off deliveries and regulars. I had my fair share of strange encounters, from the people that answered the door in nothing but their underwear, to those that looked like they hadn't bathed in weeks. Through it all I kept a smile on my face and a professional attitude. I was making good money and I wasn't giving any one a reason to complain about me.

There was just one guy who got under my skin. I had taken over his deliveries from the last courier who had gone out on maternity leave. When he opened the door for the first time I had been speechless. I had seen plenty in my time as a courier, but someone wearing a mask was certainly a first. The purple gold and black mask covered his face with just his eyes and mouth visible, with the tiniest bit of dyed blonde hair peeking out the back. I felt I had quickly recovered, but judging by the amusement in his dark eyes he had noticed my gawking. As soon as he had signed for his packages I was gone.

I had delivered to the man named Bushi several more times in the past month. We only spoke the most cursory of words to each other, greetings and small talk, yet I had developed a crush on the mysterious man. I was curious about the masks he wore, a different one every time I saw him, and why he wore them. About once a week I was at his door delivering several packages. For the first time I was curious as to what was in the packages of one of my clients. They all came from the same place (I peeked even though it was against regulations) and let my mind wander to all the things that could be contained therein.

Today I was earlier than usual, my route being altered to accommodate another client. I didn't think it would be a big issue, as clients were aware we could deliver any time after 8:00am. He was usually quick to answer, but today I stood on the doorstep knocking insistently and sweating in the unseasonable warmth as I waited for him to answer. I knew he was home. I could see his car parked in the driveway. Just as I was about to give up I saw a light flicker on in the window above the door and the curtains move. I felt bad as I had obviously awoken him, but I had deliveries to make. Knocking again I waited, shifting from foot to foot until the door was flung open.

Then I found myself staring into a bare chest. A very muscular bare chest leading to a flat stomach and boxer briefs that hugged him like an extra skin. My breathing hitched in my throat as my eyes traveled over the very clear bulge of his cock, those spandex briefs outlining every glorious inch of his huge dick.

Bushi clearing his throat jerked from my daze, my eyes flying to meet his rather unamused ones.

"Are you going to stare at me all day or are you going to deliver my packages?" Bushi asked in irritation. I didn't get the chance to answer as from deep inside the house Bushi's phone rang making him mutter a nasty curse. "Bring them inside." He ordered sharply before disappearing down the hallway.

I hesitated briefly, the rules of my company strictly prohibiting entering client's properties, but my curiosity got the better of me. Pulling the handcart with his boxes into the entry, I followed his path following his voice to what turned out to be the kitchen.

I couldn't keep my eyes off him as he stood with his back to me, my eyes memorizing every inch of it. How was a back so sexy? I could make out the lines from his sheets pressed into his skin which had me thinking of him lying in bed. Swallowing heavily I forced myself to look away, roaming my gaze over his kitchen tuning out his conversation as I made note of all the fancy gadgets littering Bushi's counters. My attention was drawn back to the man in question as he pulled a coffee cup from the cupboard and placed it in the single cup brewer. The smell of coffee filled the air as Bushi shuffled around the kitchen, still talking in low tones to whoever was on the phone. I followed him with my eyes, lingering on the curve of his tight ass as he bent over to pull sugar from one of the lower cupboards.

I blushed when he turned around and caught me staring once again, but this time he didn't look angry. Instead the corner of his lips twitched and a calculating gleam settled in his eyes as they roamed over my body.

"I've got to go." He said into the phone, disconnecting the call and returning his attention to the coffee maker.

"I wasn't sure where you wanted these," I said trying to regain some professional footing, waving my hand at the boxes as he approached. Bringing the cup to his lips Bushi took a sip keeping his dark eyes focused on me as he leaned against the counter. I was hyper aware of how close he was, mere feet away. Just a step or two would have me in his arms.

"Did you just want me to drop them and leave, or I could take them wherever you want, or maybe just in the entrance way...I just wasn't sure." I trailed off as he continued drinking his coffee and letting me ramble on.

"I make you nervous." He said when I was finally silent, not asking but telling.

"A little." I admitted.

"Why?" Bushi asked reaching to set his cup on the counter he was leaning against.

"I mean, you're standing there looking like pure sex, in those tight little shorts that leave nothing to the imagination and its completely inappropriate for me to be in here with you in nothing but your underwear looking like you just tumbled out of the sack and I'm a woman and I can't help but notice how sexy you are and my minds a mess. I can't think straight with you." I said. Well, I certainly hadn't intended to say all that, but now my words hung heavy in the air and I just wanted to run from his house and forget about ever delivering to him again.

As I was going to make my great escape, intent on abandoning my cart and chocking it up to a loss I would pay for out of my own pocket Bushi reached out and grabbed my arm, a gentle tug pulling me against his chest. My hands flew up in surprise landing on his bare skin and I stared up with wide eyes as his hands went to my hips and pulled me close to his body. He didn't say a word as he shifted us around, my back now pressed to the counter ledge. Our eyes were locked together as his hands went to the waist of my pants. I should have objected as he began unbuckling them and sliding the pants down my legs, but I was past the point of caring. I would worry later about the ramifications of what I was doing. In this moment I wanted nothing more than Bushi. My panties soon joined my pants in a pool at my feet and I squeaked as Bushi lifted me up effortlessly and sat me on the counter. I swallowed hard as he grinned and pressed a kiss to my lips before dropping to his knees. The counters were just low enough for his face to be lined up perfectly with my pussy and anticipation raced through me as Bushi brought his face closer to my sex.

His shoulders pushed my legs apart and spread my pussy for him as he leaned in. His lips were soft as they touched my flesh, pressing a kiss to the quickly dampening skin then flicking his tongue lightly over my clit. His slow light touches had me moaning in no time, teasing me mercilessly as I wanted more as he masterfully worked me into a frenzy. I cried out when he finally quit with the teasing and dove in, his tongue making long firm strokes through my slit as my hips bucked against his mouth. My thighs tightened around his head as he buried his tongue in my head, Bushi's hand moving up so his fingers could tease and pluck at my clit while he tongue fucked me.

Palms flat on the countertop I pushed my hips into Bushi's face as he stroked me with his tongue, my panting growing louder by the second as he brought me to the brink of orgasm. I whimpered when he pulled his tongue free, grinning up at me as he switched his fingers to my hole, sliding two into me with ease and pumping them hard before bringing his mouth to my clit. I arched with pleasure as he sucked my clit through his teeth, nibbling on the swollen bud and pushing his tongue against it while continuing to fuck me with his fingers. Within seconds I was cumming, screaming loudly as I climaxed bucking against Bushi's mouth.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand Bushi pushed to his feet. He gently slid me off the counter and helped me step into my panties.

"What about you," I asked gesturing towards the evident bulge in his boxers.

"You're already late and I've got somewhere to be. You'll make it up to me next time." Bushi said grabbing my clipboard and signing with a flourish before grabbing his boxes.

Then he ushered me out the door, pressing a kiss to my lips and smacking my ass when I turned to head down the steps. The door closed behind me and I walked to my car in a daze, loading up the hand cart and climbing in. As I pulled away I grinned. That wasn't how I had planned to start my morning, but it was a definite upgrade.