Beautiful Asshole (chapter 8)
Title: Beautiful asshole
Author: Matsuaurore
Pairings: Sakumoto
Rating: R
Genre: Au, comedy, romance, m-preg and a bit of angst and smut xD
Disclaimer: If I could own them, my life would be perfect xD
Summary: Jun Matsumoto is a beautiful and clever assistant. His career is reaching the top and he will soon become a CEO but the only problem is his boss, Sho Sakurai. As handsome and attractive as a Top model but also a beautiful asshole. How Jun will reach his dream while ignoring his lust for his boss?
A/N: A big kiss for my BabySho for helping me with my baka mistakes <3
Chapter 8:
Sho's pov:
I watched as several expressions passed over his face. Embarrassment, annoyance and then...curiosity? Who the hell was calling him? His eyes narrowed and a tiny voice inside told me I should be nervous.
"Well, thank you so much for letting me know. Yes, I will. I'll call you when I decide. Thanks for calling, Hiroshi-san."
What? Fucking Hiroshi.
He ended up the call and slowly put the phone back into his pocket. Looking down, he shook his head, a small laugh escaping before a wicked smile graced his mouth.
"Is there anything you'd like to tell me, Sakurai-san?" He asked sweetly and for some reason it made me even more anxious. I racked my brain but couldn't think of anything. What was he talking about?
"That was the strangest conversation. It seems that when Hiroshi checked his e-mail this morning, he had a delivery confirmation for my flowers. You'll never guess what it said." He moved one step toward me and instinctively I moved one step back. I didn't like where this was going. "It turns out that someone signed for them."
Oh, shit.
"The name on the slip said Sakurai Sho."
Fuuuuck. Why the hell did I sign my own name? I tried to think of a response but my mind was blank. Obviously, my silence told him everything he needed to know.
"You son of a bitch! You signed for them and then lied to me?" He landed a hard shove on my chest, and I had a sudden instinct to protect my balls. "Why did you do that?" My back was now against the wall and I was frantically searching for an alternative exit.
"I... What?" I babbled. My heart felt like it was going to claw its way out of my chest.
"Seriously! What the hell?"
I needed an answer and I needed it fast. Running my hand through my hair for the hundredth time in the last five minutes, I decided it was probably better to just come clean.
"I don't know, okay? I just... Fuck!"
"You just what?"
"I signed for them and threw them away." As I stood facing him, I realized that I deserved every bit of his anger. I was being unfair. I was offering him nothing but still standing in the way of someone who could possibly make him happy.
"You are fucking unbelievable." He growled through his clenched teeth. "Explain to me why you would do that."
"Because..." I scratched the back of my head. I hated that I'd let myself get into this situation. "Because I don't want you to go out with Hiroshi. Nor with any other man."
"Who the hell do you think you are? Just because we've had sex doesn't mean you get to make the decisions in my life. We aren't a couple, we aren't dating. Hell, we don't even like each other!" He yelled.
"You think I don't know that? It doesn't make any sense, okay? But when I saw those flowers...come on, they were fucking flowers!!"
"And what?"
"You hate when a man buys you flowers!!" When I said this, his face fell, eyes soft and dark. "I just reacted when I saw them. I didn't stop and think about it. Just the thought of him touching you..." My fists clenched at my sides and my voice trailed off as I tried to regain my composure.
"Okay. I'm not saying I agree with what you did but I understand to a point." He said, taking a calm breath. "I would be lying if I said I haven't been feeling similarly possessive. But that doesn't change the fact you lied to me. You lied right into my face. I might think you're an arrogant asshole most of the time but you've always been someone I trusted to be honest with me." I flinched. He was right.
"I'm sorry."
"Prove it." What did he mean? I hated him so much in that moment. I hated that he was right and I was wrong and I hated that he was forcing me to make a choice. I hated how much I wanted him, most of all. I closed the distance between us, wrapping the back of his neck. I pulled him to me, meeting his gaze as I drew his mouth to mine. I once again lost control of my body and made love to him against the wall, making him moan loudly while I was thrusting powerfully inside him. He felt so perfect around me.
He pushed me away and quickly righted his clothing, looking down at where I kneeled in front of him.
"You're not forgiven." He said and unlocked the door to leave the room without another word.
I stood up slowly and watched the door close behind him, trying to sort out what had just happened. I should have been furious. But I felt the corner of my mouth lift in a smile and I almost laughed at the absurdity of it.
Damn him, he did it again. He was beating me at my own game.
****
My night had been hell. I'd hardly slept or eaten and I'd suffered of a near-constant hard-on since leaving the restaurant yesterday. I knew what would happen to me at work. He was going to do everything he could to torture and punish me for lying to him. The sick thing was... I was kind of looking forward to it.
I was surprised to find his desk empty at my arrival. Strange, he was rarely late.
At ten fifteen, I was interrupted by my intercom.
"Sakurai-san." His cool voice filled the room and despite his obvious annoyance, I found myself smirking as I pressed the button to respond.
"Yes, Matsumoto-san?"
"We need to be in the conference room in fifteen minutes. You'll need to leave at noon to make the lunch meeting with the president of Ayashi industries at twelve thirty. Kato will be waiting for you in the garage."
"Are you not accompanying me?"
"No, sir, management only. And besides, I have arrangements to make for Okinawa today."
"I'll be out in a moment."
When I stepped out of my office, my eyes landed on him immediately. He was leaning over his desk in white jeans slim that showcased his long lean legs perfectly. His hair were falling on his forehead and when he turned in my direction, I saw he was wearing his glasses. Fuck, I loved when he was wearing it. How was I going to manage to speak coherently with him sitting next to me?
"Are you ready, Sakurai-san?" Without waiting for an answer, he gathered his things and began walking down the hall. There seemed to be more sway to his hips today. The sassy bitch was taunting me.
Standing in the crowded elevator, our bodies were unintentionally pressed together and I had to stifle a groan. It could have been my imagination but I thought I saw a hint of a smirk as he 'accidentally' brushed against my semierect cock. Twice.
For the next two hours, I was in my personal hell. Every time I looked at him, he was doing something to bring me to my knees: sly glances, licking or biting his bottom lip, crossing and uncrossing his legs or absentmindedly twirling a tendril of hair around his finger. At one point, he dropped his pen and casually placed his hand on my thigh as he bent down to retrieve it from under the table.
"For three days, you and Jun-kun will be together in Okinawa. I expect you to treat him with the utmost respect. And before you get defensive..." My father explained. "I've already spoken to Jun about this." My eyes widened. "Yes, I'm aware that it's not just you. He has assured me that he gives every bit as good as he gets. Why do you think I suggested you as his program mentor in the first place? There wasn't a doubt in my mind that he could hold his own with you."
Matsumoto had spoken in my defense. He could have easily made it sound like I was a tyrant but instead, he accepted some of the blame.
"Dad, I'll admit that my relationship with him is unconventional. But I assure you it doesn't interfere with our ability to conduct business. You have nothing to worry about."
"Good." My dad said when we arrived at my office suite. We walked in to find Matsumoto on the phone, speaking almost inaudibly.
"Well, I'm going to let you go, dad. I have some things to take care of and I'll let you know as soon as I can. You need to get some sleep, okay?" He said softly. "I love you too, daddy."
My stomach tightened at the words and the way his voice shook when he said them.
When I closed my door, I realized I hadn't seen him smile once since we'd come back and heard him on the phone.
Jun's pov:
My head wasn't in the game. The conversation with my dad looping endlessly through my thoughts. I registered Sakurai-san was saying something (loudly) in my direction. What was he saying? He came into focus in front of me and I heard the end of his rant.
"....Barely paying attention. Jesus, Matsumoto-san, do I need to write this down for you?"
"Can we skip this game today?" I asked, tired.
"The...what now?"
"This asshole-boss routine."
His eyes widened, brows drawing together. "Excuse me?"
"I realize you get your rocks off on being an epic dick to me and I'll admit that sometimes it's actually kind of sexy but I'm having a horrible, awful day and would really appreciate it if you would just not speak to me." I was close to tears, my chest constricting painfully. "Please."
"What just happened?"
"I overreacted to being yelled at. I apologize." I bowed.
"No, I mean, why is your day so horrible? What's going on?" His voice was softer than I'd ever heard. I didn't want to talk to him about this because part of me expected him to mock me. But an even larger part was beginning to suspect that he wouldn't.
"My dad has to have some tests. He's having trouble eating."
"Eating? Is it an ulcer?" Sakurai's face fell. I explained what I knew, that it had started suddenly and a scan showed a small mass on his esophagus.
"Can you go home?"
"I don't know. Can I?" I stared at him.
"Am I really that big of a jerk?" He winced, blinking away.
"Sometimes." I regretted it immediately because no, he'd never done anything to make me think he'd keep me from my sick father. He nodded, swallowing thickly as he stared out the window.
"You can take whatever time you need, of course."
"Thank you." I stared at the floor, waiting for him to continue but silence engulfed the room instead.
"Are you okay?" He had said it so quietly I wasn't sure I heard him right. I considered lying, wrapping up this most awkward of conversations. But changed my mind.
"Not really."
"Close my office door." He said. "And lock it." I turned the lock and felt him move closer until his breath fanned warm across the back of my neck. "Let me touch you. Let me do something." He understood. He knew what he could give me... Distraction, relief, pleasure to forget my panic.
I felt his lips, soft and pressing against my shoulder, up to my neck.
"You smell amazing..." He said, lowering his hand to reach my belt. "I always smell like you for hours afterward." I liked that he smelt me even when I'd gone. With his hands on sliding to my hips, he turned me to face him and bent to kiss me in a single, smooth movement. This was different. His mouth was soft, almost asking. There was nothing tentative about the kiss but the kiss almost felt more adoring and less like a battle being lost. "You're beautiful." Before I could process the soft delivery of these new words, he threw me a smirk and leaned to kiss me as he opened my jeans.
I reached for his pants but he stepped away, shaking his head. Coming back to me, his hand slipped in my boxer and started to stroke my member in a wonderful way. No one had ever touched me like that. His breath grew faster on my cheek and his fingers were somehow careful and hard, his words coming out deep, filthy, telling me I was beautiful, I was so dirty. Telling me I was a tease and how good I made him feel. He told me how much he craved the way I sound when I come. I came in a loud moan, biting his shoulder.
His forehead rested against mine for a few beats before he smiled softly. It wrecked me, suddenly realizing that I'd always assumed he held the power and I held none, but in this moment I knew that I could have as much power over him as I wanted. I just had to be brave enough to take it.
"I'll be leaving town this weekend. I don't know how long I'll be gone."
"Well, then, get back to work while you're here, Matsumoto-san."
To be continued...
A/N: Sorry for posting so late but I had problem with my computer and I was very busy with my lessons, my exams are coming soon and I’m not ready at all T-T Why did I decide to become a doctor??? I wonder sometimes LOL XD
Wohhhh, it seems Sho has decided to change his behavior with Jun xD he looks softer and kinder as if he was realizing he was going to lose Jun if he kept this asshole behavior xD and Jun seems very surprised by this little change xD let's see where it leads and if Sho won't come back to his old habitudes xD See you soon, comments are always <3
Author: Matsuaurore
Pairings: Sakumoto
Rating: R
Genre: Au, comedy, romance, m-preg and a bit of angst and smut xD
Disclaimer: If I could own them, my life would be perfect xD
Summary: Jun Matsumoto is a beautiful and clever assistant. His career is reaching the top and he will soon become a CEO but the only problem is his boss, Sho Sakurai. As handsome and attractive as a Top model but also a beautiful asshole. How Jun will reach his dream while ignoring his lust for his boss?
A/N: A big kiss for my BabySho for helping me with my baka mistakes <3
Chapter 8:
Sho's pov:
I watched as several expressions passed over his face. Embarrassment, annoyance and then...curiosity? Who the hell was calling him? His eyes narrowed and a tiny voice inside told me I should be nervous.
"Well, thank you so much for letting me know. Yes, I will. I'll call you when I decide. Thanks for calling, Hiroshi-san."
What? Fucking Hiroshi.
He ended up the call and slowly put the phone back into his pocket. Looking down, he shook his head, a small laugh escaping before a wicked smile graced his mouth.
"Is there anything you'd like to tell me, Sakurai-san?" He asked sweetly and for some reason it made me even more anxious. I racked my brain but couldn't think of anything. What was he talking about?
"That was the strangest conversation. It seems that when Hiroshi checked his e-mail this morning, he had a delivery confirmation for my flowers. You'll never guess what it said." He moved one step toward me and instinctively I moved one step back. I didn't like where this was going. "It turns out that someone signed for them."
Oh, shit.
"The name on the slip said Sakurai Sho."
Fuuuuck. Why the hell did I sign my own name? I tried to think of a response but my mind was blank. Obviously, my silence told him everything he needed to know.
"You son of a bitch! You signed for them and then lied to me?" He landed a hard shove on my chest, and I had a sudden instinct to protect my balls. "Why did you do that?" My back was now against the wall and I was frantically searching for an alternative exit.
"I... What?" I babbled. My heart felt like it was going to claw its way out of my chest.
"Seriously! What the hell?"
I needed an answer and I needed it fast. Running my hand through my hair for the hundredth time in the last five minutes, I decided it was probably better to just come clean.
"I don't know, okay? I just... Fuck!"
"You just what?"
"I signed for them and threw them away." As I stood facing him, I realized that I deserved every bit of his anger. I was being unfair. I was offering him nothing but still standing in the way of someone who could possibly make him happy.
"You are fucking unbelievable." He growled through his clenched teeth. "Explain to me why you would do that."
"Because..." I scratched the back of my head. I hated that I'd let myself get into this situation. "Because I don't want you to go out with Hiroshi. Nor with any other man."
"Who the hell do you think you are? Just because we've had sex doesn't mean you get to make the decisions in my life. We aren't a couple, we aren't dating. Hell, we don't even like each other!" He yelled.
"You think I don't know that? It doesn't make any sense, okay? But when I saw those flowers...come on, they were fucking flowers!!"
"And what?"
"You hate when a man buys you flowers!!" When I said this, his face fell, eyes soft and dark. "I just reacted when I saw them. I didn't stop and think about it. Just the thought of him touching you..." My fists clenched at my sides and my voice trailed off as I tried to regain my composure.
"Okay. I'm not saying I agree with what you did but I understand to a point." He said, taking a calm breath. "I would be lying if I said I haven't been feeling similarly possessive. But that doesn't change the fact you lied to me. You lied right into my face. I might think you're an arrogant asshole most of the time but you've always been someone I trusted to be honest with me." I flinched. He was right.
"I'm sorry."
"Prove it." What did he mean? I hated him so much in that moment. I hated that he was right and I was wrong and I hated that he was forcing me to make a choice. I hated how much I wanted him, most of all. I closed the distance between us, wrapping the back of his neck. I pulled him to me, meeting his gaze as I drew his mouth to mine. I once again lost control of my body and made love to him against the wall, making him moan loudly while I was thrusting powerfully inside him. He felt so perfect around me.
He pushed me away and quickly righted his clothing, looking down at where I kneeled in front of him.
"You're not forgiven." He said and unlocked the door to leave the room without another word.
I stood up slowly and watched the door close behind him, trying to sort out what had just happened. I should have been furious. But I felt the corner of my mouth lift in a smile and I almost laughed at the absurdity of it.
Damn him, he did it again. He was beating me at my own game.
****
My night had been hell. I'd hardly slept or eaten and I'd suffered of a near-constant hard-on since leaving the restaurant yesterday. I knew what would happen to me at work. He was going to do everything he could to torture and punish me for lying to him. The sick thing was... I was kind of looking forward to it.
I was surprised to find his desk empty at my arrival. Strange, he was rarely late.
At ten fifteen, I was interrupted by my intercom.
"Sakurai-san." His cool voice filled the room and despite his obvious annoyance, I found myself smirking as I pressed the button to respond.
"Yes, Matsumoto-san?"
"We need to be in the conference room in fifteen minutes. You'll need to leave at noon to make the lunch meeting with the president of Ayashi industries at twelve thirty. Kato will be waiting for you in the garage."
"Are you not accompanying me?"
"No, sir, management only. And besides, I have arrangements to make for Okinawa today."
"I'll be out in a moment."
When I stepped out of my office, my eyes landed on him immediately. He was leaning over his desk in white jeans slim that showcased his long lean legs perfectly. His hair were falling on his forehead and when he turned in my direction, I saw he was wearing his glasses. Fuck, I loved when he was wearing it. How was I going to manage to speak coherently with him sitting next to me?
"Are you ready, Sakurai-san?" Without waiting for an answer, he gathered his things and began walking down the hall. There seemed to be more sway to his hips today. The sassy bitch was taunting me.
Standing in the crowded elevator, our bodies were unintentionally pressed together and I had to stifle a groan. It could have been my imagination but I thought I saw a hint of a smirk as he 'accidentally' brushed against my semierect cock. Twice.
For the next two hours, I was in my personal hell. Every time I looked at him, he was doing something to bring me to my knees: sly glances, licking or biting his bottom lip, crossing and uncrossing his legs or absentmindedly twirling a tendril of hair around his finger. At one point, he dropped his pen and casually placed his hand on my thigh as he bent down to retrieve it from under the table.
"For three days, you and Jun-kun will be together in Okinawa. I expect you to treat him with the utmost respect. And before you get defensive..." My father explained. "I've already spoken to Jun about this." My eyes widened. "Yes, I'm aware that it's not just you. He has assured me that he gives every bit as good as he gets. Why do you think I suggested you as his program mentor in the first place? There wasn't a doubt in my mind that he could hold his own with you."
Matsumoto had spoken in my defense. He could have easily made it sound like I was a tyrant but instead, he accepted some of the blame.
"Dad, I'll admit that my relationship with him is unconventional. But I assure you it doesn't interfere with our ability to conduct business. You have nothing to worry about."
"Good." My dad said when we arrived at my office suite. We walked in to find Matsumoto on the phone, speaking almost inaudibly.
"Well, I'm going to let you go, dad. I have some things to take care of and I'll let you know as soon as I can. You need to get some sleep, okay?" He said softly. "I love you too, daddy."
My stomach tightened at the words and the way his voice shook when he said them.
When I closed my door, I realized I hadn't seen him smile once since we'd come back and heard him on the phone.
Jun's pov:
My head wasn't in the game. The conversation with my dad looping endlessly through my thoughts. I registered Sakurai-san was saying something (loudly) in my direction. What was he saying? He came into focus in front of me and I heard the end of his rant.
"....Barely paying attention. Jesus, Matsumoto-san, do I need to write this down for you?"
"Can we skip this game today?" I asked, tired.
"The...what now?"
"This asshole-boss routine."
His eyes widened, brows drawing together. "Excuse me?"
"I realize you get your rocks off on being an epic dick to me and I'll admit that sometimes it's actually kind of sexy but I'm having a horrible, awful day and would really appreciate it if you would just not speak to me." I was close to tears, my chest constricting painfully. "Please."
"What just happened?"
"I overreacted to being yelled at. I apologize." I bowed.
"No, I mean, why is your day so horrible? What's going on?" His voice was softer than I'd ever heard. I didn't want to talk to him about this because part of me expected him to mock me. But an even larger part was beginning to suspect that he wouldn't.
"My dad has to have some tests. He's having trouble eating."
"Eating? Is it an ulcer?" Sakurai's face fell. I explained what I knew, that it had started suddenly and a scan showed a small mass on his esophagus.
"Can you go home?"
"I don't know. Can I?" I stared at him.
"Am I really that big of a jerk?" He winced, blinking away.
"Sometimes." I regretted it immediately because no, he'd never done anything to make me think he'd keep me from my sick father. He nodded, swallowing thickly as he stared out the window.
"You can take whatever time you need, of course."
"Thank you." I stared at the floor, waiting for him to continue but silence engulfed the room instead.
"Are you okay?" He had said it so quietly I wasn't sure I heard him right. I considered lying, wrapping up this most awkward of conversations. But changed my mind.
"Not really."
"Close my office door." He said. "And lock it." I turned the lock and felt him move closer until his breath fanned warm across the back of my neck. "Let me touch you. Let me do something." He understood. He knew what he could give me... Distraction, relief, pleasure to forget my panic.
I felt his lips, soft and pressing against my shoulder, up to my neck.
"You smell amazing..." He said, lowering his hand to reach my belt. "I always smell like you for hours afterward." I liked that he smelt me even when I'd gone. With his hands on sliding to my hips, he turned me to face him and bent to kiss me in a single, smooth movement. This was different. His mouth was soft, almost asking. There was nothing tentative about the kiss but the kiss almost felt more adoring and less like a battle being lost. "You're beautiful." Before I could process the soft delivery of these new words, he threw me a smirk and leaned to kiss me as he opened my jeans.
I reached for his pants but he stepped away, shaking his head. Coming back to me, his hand slipped in my boxer and started to stroke my member in a wonderful way. No one had ever touched me like that. His breath grew faster on my cheek and his fingers were somehow careful and hard, his words coming out deep, filthy, telling me I was beautiful, I was so dirty. Telling me I was a tease and how good I made him feel. He told me how much he craved the way I sound when I come. I came in a loud moan, biting his shoulder.
His forehead rested against mine for a few beats before he smiled softly. It wrecked me, suddenly realizing that I'd always assumed he held the power and I held none, but in this moment I knew that I could have as much power over him as I wanted. I just had to be brave enough to take it.
"I'll be leaving town this weekend. I don't know how long I'll be gone."
"Well, then, get back to work while you're here, Matsumoto-san."
To be continued...
A/N: Sorry for posting so late but I had problem with my computer and I was very busy with my lessons, my exams are coming soon and I’m not ready at all T-T Why did I decide to become a doctor??? I wonder sometimes LOL XD
Wohhhh, it seems Sho has decided to change his behavior with Jun xD he looks softer and kinder as if he was realizing he was going to lose Jun if he kept this asshole behavior xD and Jun seems very surprised by this little change xD let's see where it leads and if Sho won't come back to his old habitudes xD See you soon, comments are always <3