Beautiful Asshole (11/16)
Title: Beautiful asshole
Author: Matsuaurore
Pairings: Sakumoto
Genre: Au, comedy, romance, m-preg and a bit of angst xD
Rating: NC-17
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 11:
Jun's pov:
Consciousness fluttered on the edge of my sleep-filled mind and I tried to force it away. I didn't want to wake up. I was warm and comfortable.
Vague visions of my dream passed behind my closed eyes as I snuggled into the warmest, best-smelling blanket I'd ever slept in. It snuggled back.
Something warm pressed against me and my eyes fluttered open to see a head of familiar messy hair inches from my head. A hundred images flashed through my mind in that second as the reality of last night came crashing down on my muddled brain.
Holy shit.
It was real.
My heart rate quickened as I lifted my head slightly to see the beautiful man wrapped around me. His head lay on my chest, his perfect mouth parted slightly, releasing puffs of warm air across my bare chest. His long body lay flush against mine, our legs tangled together and his strong arms wrapped tightly around my torso.
He stayed.
The intimacy of our position hit with a crushing force that actually took my breath away. He didn't just stay, he clung to me.
I struggled to find my breath and not panic. His cock was pressed against my thigh, semihard in his sleep. My fingers burnt to touch him. My lips ached to press against his hair. It was too much. He was too much.
Something changed last night and I wasn't sure I was ready to deal with it. I didn't know what that change entailed but it was there. In every move, in every touch, and every kiss, we had been together. Nobody had ever made me feel that way, as if my body were made to fit his.
I'd been with other men but with him, I felt as if I was being carried away, completely unable to change the course. I closed my eyes, trying to quell the sense of panic that was building. I didn't regret what happened. It was intense and easily the best sex I'd ever had. I just needed a few minutes alone before I could face him. Placing one hand into his hair and the other on his back, I managed to roll him off me. I slipped out from underneath him. I watched him sleep for a moment and was once again struck by just how gorgeous he was.
I started to make my way to the bathroom but caught my reflection in the mirror over the bedroom vanity.
Wow. Freshly fucked. That was definitely how I looked.
Leaning in, I examined the small red scrapes that were scattered along my neck, shoulders, chest and stomach. A small bite mark was visible on the underside of my left nipple, a hickey on my shoulder. Glancing down, I ran my fingers along the red marks on my inner thigh. My nipples hardened as I recalled the feeling of his face brushing along my skin. My hair was a wild and tangled mess and I bit my lip as I remembered his hands twisted in it. The way he pulled me first into his kiss and then, onto his cock...
I was jolted of my thoughts by a voice thick with sleep.
"Awake and freaking out already?"
Turning around, I caught a glimpse of his naked body as he twisted in the sheets and sat up before pulling them over his hips and leaving his torso bare. I didn't think I would ever get tired of looking at his broad, muscular chest, washboard abs and tantalizing happy trail that led to the most gloriously hung man ever seen. When my eyes finally reached his face, I scowled at his lopsided grin.
"Caught you looking." He murmured, rubbing a hand over his jaw. I wasn't sure whether to smile or roll my eyes. He looked so different (still my asshole boss) but also someone else now. A man, in my bed, looking like he was ready for round...four? Five? I couldn't keep track.
And as his eyes raked over every inch of me, I remembered that I was too, completely naked. I bent down to take his shirt on the ground and slipped it over my head. His tongue darted out to wet his lips.
"Come here." He growled quietly. I moved to the bed, intending to sit beside him but he pulled me so I straddled his thighs. "Tell me what you're thinking."
"You said you haven't been with anyone since we were first...together. Is that true?" I stared at his collarbone before looking at him. He nodded and slipped his fingers beneath the shirt, running his hands slowly from my hips to my waist. "Why?" I asked. He closed his eyes and shook his head.
"I haven't wanted anyone else." He spread his fingers over my lower back, pressing me into his side and pulling me out of my rumbling thoughts. "Never take this off." He whispered.
"Deal." I leaned back to give his mouth better access to my throat. "I'll wear this and nothing else down to the meeting this morning."
His laugh was low and playful. "Like hell you will."
"What time is it?" I asked.
"I don't give a shit." He bent to kiss me but in the process, exposed his skin just above his hip.
What the hell?
Was that a tattoo?
"What is...?" Right below his hipbone was a string of black ink, words written in what I guessed was French. How the hell had I missed that?
"It's a tattoo." He said, bemused.
"I know what it is but what does it say?" Mr. Serious Business had a fucking tattoo. Another piece of the man I thought I knew fell away.
"It says, 'je ne regrette rien'."
"What did you say?"
"Je ne regrette rien." He smirked. It had to be the sexiest fucking thing I'd ever heard.
"Isn't that a song?"
"It's a French song, yes. Of Edith Piaf, a great singer. It means: I don't regret anything. You might think I'd regret that one drunken night in Paris, thousands of miles from home, without a single friend in the city, I decide to go get a tattoo. But no, I don't even regret that."
"Say it again." I whispered.
"Je ne regrette rien. Do you understand?" He whispered in my ear.
"Say something else."
"Je suis à toi (>>>I'm yours)." I kissed him deeply, sinking down over him with a groan. I focused on the way he sat us up abruptly and sucked on my shoulder. I got lost in his urgent fingers on my hips and thighs, his forehead pressed to my collarbone as he got closer. I got lost in the feel of his thighs under me, his hips moving faster and harder to meet every one of my movements.
Flipping me over, he spread his hand flat on my chest, hips stilling. "Your heart is pounding. Tell me how fucking good this feels."
"You're doing that talking thing again. Stop."
"You love my talking. Especially when it coincides with my dick being in you." He smiled.
"What gave that way? The orgasms? The way I ask for it? Good sleuthing." I rolled my eyes.
"Look at me." He whispered. "You make me feel cocky. It's the way you react to me that makes me feel like a fucking God. How can you not see that?" I didn't answer and clearly, he didn't expect me to, his gaze and the fingers of one hand drifting down my neck and over my nipples. He found a particularly sensitive spot and I gasped. "It looks like someone bit you here." He said, his thumb sweeping across the bite mark. "Did you like it?"
"Yes." I swallowed.
"Fucking wicked boy."
My hands slid over his shoulders and down his chest, across his abs and to the muscles of his hips, my thumb running back and forth over his tattoo. "I like this too."
"Oh fuck, Jun... I can't... I won't last long." His movements grew jagged and forceful. Hearing his voice so desperate and out of control only intensified my need for him. I closed my eyes, focusing on the delicious feeling beginning to spread throughout my body. I was close, teetering right on the edge. Reaching between us, my hand found my member and I began to stroke it slowly. Tilting his head, he looked down at my hand and swore. "Oh fuck." His voice was desperate, his breath coming out in deep pants. "Touch yourself, just like that. Let me fucking see you." His words were all I needed and with one last brush of my fingers, I felt my orgasm overtake me.
I came hard, clenching around him, the nails of my free hand digging into his back. He cried out, his body seizing as he came hard inside me. I clung to him as he stilled, his body sinking against mine. He kissed my shoulder and my neck before placing one single kiss to my lips. Our eyes met briefly and then, he rolled off me.
"Christ. You're going to kill me." He said, exhaling a heavy breath, forcing a laugh. We rolled to our sides, heads on our pillows, and when our eyes met, I couldn't look away. I lost every hope I ever had that the next time would be less powerful or that our connection would somehow melt away if we just got it out of our systems. This one night with a 'truce' didn't dim anything. I already wanted to move closer, kiss his jaw and pull him back over me. As I gazed at him, it became clear to me that when this ended, it would fucking hurt.
Fear gripped my heart and the panic from last night returned, bringing an uncomfortable silence with it. I sat up, pulling the sheets with me and up to my chin.
"Oh shit."
"Jun, I can't..." His hand shot out, wrapping my arm.
"We probably need to get ready." I interrupted before he finished his sentence. "We have a meeting in twenty minutes." He looked confused for a moment before speaking.
"I don't have any dry clothes in here. I don't even know where my room is."
I fought a blush as I remembered how quickly everything had happened last night. "Right. I'll use your key to go get you something."
I showered quickly and wrapped a thick towel around myself, wishing that I would have had the sense to bring one of the hotel bathrobes in here with me. With a deep breath I opened the door and stepped out. He was sitting on the bed, and his eyes rose to meet mine as I entered the room.
I dressed faster than I thought possible. Grabbing the key cards from the counter, I returned to the bedroom.
He hadn't moved. Sitting on the edge of the bed with his elbows resting on his thighs, he appeared lost in thought. What was he thinking? All morning I had been a nervous wreck, my emotions shifting wildly from one extreme to the other, but he seemed so calm. So sure. But what was he sure of? What had he decided?
"Do you have anything in particular you want me to bring you?"
"Um... No. Whatever you pick will be fine."
It only took me a second to locate his room which was right next door. Great. Now, I could imagine him in a bed just through the wall from mine. His bags were already there and I paused briefly, realizing I would have to go through his luggage. Everything about him was so tidy and organized and it made me wonder what his home looked like. I'd never thought about it much but I suddenly wondered if I would ever see it, if I would ever see his bed. I paused as I realized that I wanted to. Would he want me to?
Putting everything back where it belonged, I gathered up his clothing and headed for my room. I managed to compose myself as I reached my door. I made it two steps inside before I froze.
He stood in front of the open window, awash in morning sunlight. Each beautiful line of his chiseled form was accentuated in perfect detail by the shadows east across his body. A towel hung indecently low on his hips and there, pocking just above it, was the tattoo.
"See something you like?"
"I..." I reluctantly returned my attention to his face.
"I said, did you see something you like?" He crossed the room, stopping just in front of me.
"I heard you." I said, glaring. "And no, just lost in thought."
"And what exactly where you thinking?" He reached out, moving a piece of my damp hair behind my ear. Just that simple touch caused my stomach to jump.
"That we have a schedule to keep."
"Why don't I believe you?" He moved a step closer.
"Because you're self-absorbed?" I suggested, meeting his gaze. He quirked an eyebrow and watched me for a moment before taking his clothing from my hands and placing it on the bed. Before I could move, he pulled the towel from his hips and tossed it on the side.
Sweet mother fucker of God.
If there was a finer specimen of man on this earth, I'd pay big money to see it.
Picking up his boxers, he began to step into them before he stopped, looking at me.
"Didn't you just say we had a schedule to keep?" He questioned, eyeing me humorously. "Unless, of course, you see something you like."
Son of a...
I narrowed my eyes and turned quickly, returning to the bathroom to finish getting ready.
When I returned to the bedroom, he was already dressed and waiting, looking out at the large window. He turned, walked to me and placed his warm hands on my face, staring at me intently.
"I need you to listen to me."
"Okay." I swallowed.
"I don't want to walk out that door and lose what we found in this room." His simple words rocked me. He wasn't declaring, he wasn't promising but he said exactly what I had needed to hear. We might not know what was happening but we wouldn't leave it unfinished. Letting out a shaky breath, I brought my hands to his chest.
"I don't want that either." I nodded, feeling like words tangled my thoughts and I was unable to think of anything articulate to add.
"Okay, then." He said, kissing my lips softly. "Let's go."
To be continued...
A/N: I’m so sorry for posting so late but my exams are coming and I have to study hard and don’t even have the time to post or read a fic T.T I promise I’ll try to keep posting every week but don’t worry, oce my exam will be over, I won’t make you wait so long :D
I think you can all congratulate them *throws confetti* xD Sho finally kind of confessed and Jun agreed!!! I'm proud of them xD though, you guess things won't be that easy xD Jun will start to feel the signs of his pregnancy in the next chapter if I remember well xD See you next week~
Author: Matsuaurore
Pairings: Sakumoto
Genre: Au, comedy, romance, m-preg and a bit of angst xD
Rating: NC-17
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 11:
Jun's pov:
Consciousness fluttered on the edge of my sleep-filled mind and I tried to force it away. I didn't want to wake up. I was warm and comfortable.
Vague visions of my dream passed behind my closed eyes as I snuggled into the warmest, best-smelling blanket I'd ever slept in. It snuggled back.
Something warm pressed against me and my eyes fluttered open to see a head of familiar messy hair inches from my head. A hundred images flashed through my mind in that second as the reality of last night came crashing down on my muddled brain.
Holy shit.
It was real.
My heart rate quickened as I lifted my head slightly to see the beautiful man wrapped around me. His head lay on my chest, his perfect mouth parted slightly, releasing puffs of warm air across my bare chest. His long body lay flush against mine, our legs tangled together and his strong arms wrapped tightly around my torso.
He stayed.
The intimacy of our position hit with a crushing force that actually took my breath away. He didn't just stay, he clung to me.
I struggled to find my breath and not panic. His cock was pressed against my thigh, semihard in his sleep. My fingers burnt to touch him. My lips ached to press against his hair. It was too much. He was too much.
Something changed last night and I wasn't sure I was ready to deal with it. I didn't know what that change entailed but it was there. In every move, in every touch, and every kiss, we had been together. Nobody had ever made me feel that way, as if my body were made to fit his.
I'd been with other men but with him, I felt as if I was being carried away, completely unable to change the course. I closed my eyes, trying to quell the sense of panic that was building. I didn't regret what happened. It was intense and easily the best sex I'd ever had. I just needed a few minutes alone before I could face him. Placing one hand into his hair and the other on his back, I managed to roll him off me. I slipped out from underneath him. I watched him sleep for a moment and was once again struck by just how gorgeous he was.
I started to make my way to the bathroom but caught my reflection in the mirror over the bedroom vanity.
Wow. Freshly fucked. That was definitely how I looked.
Leaning in, I examined the small red scrapes that were scattered along my neck, shoulders, chest and stomach. A small bite mark was visible on the underside of my left nipple, a hickey on my shoulder. Glancing down, I ran my fingers along the red marks on my inner thigh. My nipples hardened as I recalled the feeling of his face brushing along my skin. My hair was a wild and tangled mess and I bit my lip as I remembered his hands twisted in it. The way he pulled me first into his kiss and then, onto his cock...
I was jolted of my thoughts by a voice thick with sleep.
"Awake and freaking out already?"
Turning around, I caught a glimpse of his naked body as he twisted in the sheets and sat up before pulling them over his hips and leaving his torso bare. I didn't think I would ever get tired of looking at his broad, muscular chest, washboard abs and tantalizing happy trail that led to the most gloriously hung man ever seen. When my eyes finally reached his face, I scowled at his lopsided grin.
"Caught you looking." He murmured, rubbing a hand over his jaw. I wasn't sure whether to smile or roll my eyes. He looked so different (still my asshole boss) but also someone else now. A man, in my bed, looking like he was ready for round...four? Five? I couldn't keep track.
And as his eyes raked over every inch of me, I remembered that I was too, completely naked. I bent down to take his shirt on the ground and slipped it over my head. His tongue darted out to wet his lips.
"Come here." He growled quietly. I moved to the bed, intending to sit beside him but he pulled me so I straddled his thighs. "Tell me what you're thinking."
"You said you haven't been with anyone since we were first...together. Is that true?" I stared at his collarbone before looking at him. He nodded and slipped his fingers beneath the shirt, running his hands slowly from my hips to my waist. "Why?" I asked. He closed his eyes and shook his head.
"I haven't wanted anyone else." He spread his fingers over my lower back, pressing me into his side and pulling me out of my rumbling thoughts. "Never take this off." He whispered.
"Deal." I leaned back to give his mouth better access to my throat. "I'll wear this and nothing else down to the meeting this morning."
His laugh was low and playful. "Like hell you will."
"What time is it?" I asked.
"I don't give a shit." He bent to kiss me but in the process, exposed his skin just above his hip.
What the hell?
Was that a tattoo?
"What is...?" Right below his hipbone was a string of black ink, words written in what I guessed was French. How the hell had I missed that?
"It's a tattoo." He said, bemused.
"I know what it is but what does it say?" Mr. Serious Business had a fucking tattoo. Another piece of the man I thought I knew fell away.
"It says, 'je ne regrette rien'."
"What did you say?"
"Je ne regrette rien." He smirked. It had to be the sexiest fucking thing I'd ever heard.
"Isn't that a song?"
"It's a French song, yes. Of Edith Piaf, a great singer. It means: I don't regret anything. You might think I'd regret that one drunken night in Paris, thousands of miles from home, without a single friend in the city, I decide to go get a tattoo. But no, I don't even regret that."
"Say it again." I whispered.
"Je ne regrette rien. Do you understand?" He whispered in my ear.
"Say something else."
"Je suis à toi (>>>I'm yours)." I kissed him deeply, sinking down over him with a groan. I focused on the way he sat us up abruptly and sucked on my shoulder. I got lost in his urgent fingers on my hips and thighs, his forehead pressed to my collarbone as he got closer. I got lost in the feel of his thighs under me, his hips moving faster and harder to meet every one of my movements.
Flipping me over, he spread his hand flat on my chest, hips stilling. "Your heart is pounding. Tell me how fucking good this feels."
"You're doing that talking thing again. Stop."
"You love my talking. Especially when it coincides with my dick being in you." He smiled.
"What gave that way? The orgasms? The way I ask for it? Good sleuthing." I rolled my eyes.
"Look at me." He whispered. "You make me feel cocky. It's the way you react to me that makes me feel like a fucking God. How can you not see that?" I didn't answer and clearly, he didn't expect me to, his gaze and the fingers of one hand drifting down my neck and over my nipples. He found a particularly sensitive spot and I gasped. "It looks like someone bit you here." He said, his thumb sweeping across the bite mark. "Did you like it?"
"Yes." I swallowed.
"Fucking wicked boy."
My hands slid over his shoulders and down his chest, across his abs and to the muscles of his hips, my thumb running back and forth over his tattoo. "I like this too."
"Oh fuck, Jun... I can't... I won't last long." His movements grew jagged and forceful. Hearing his voice so desperate and out of control only intensified my need for him. I closed my eyes, focusing on the delicious feeling beginning to spread throughout my body. I was close, teetering right on the edge. Reaching between us, my hand found my member and I began to stroke it slowly. Tilting his head, he looked down at my hand and swore. "Oh fuck." His voice was desperate, his breath coming out in deep pants. "Touch yourself, just like that. Let me fucking see you." His words were all I needed and with one last brush of my fingers, I felt my orgasm overtake me.
I came hard, clenching around him, the nails of my free hand digging into his back. He cried out, his body seizing as he came hard inside me. I clung to him as he stilled, his body sinking against mine. He kissed my shoulder and my neck before placing one single kiss to my lips. Our eyes met briefly and then, he rolled off me.
"Christ. You're going to kill me." He said, exhaling a heavy breath, forcing a laugh. We rolled to our sides, heads on our pillows, and when our eyes met, I couldn't look away. I lost every hope I ever had that the next time would be less powerful or that our connection would somehow melt away if we just got it out of our systems. This one night with a 'truce' didn't dim anything. I already wanted to move closer, kiss his jaw and pull him back over me. As I gazed at him, it became clear to me that when this ended, it would fucking hurt.
Fear gripped my heart and the panic from last night returned, bringing an uncomfortable silence with it. I sat up, pulling the sheets with me and up to my chin.
"Oh shit."
"Jun, I can't..." His hand shot out, wrapping my arm.
"We probably need to get ready." I interrupted before he finished his sentence. "We have a meeting in twenty minutes." He looked confused for a moment before speaking.
"I don't have any dry clothes in here. I don't even know where my room is."
I fought a blush as I remembered how quickly everything had happened last night. "Right. I'll use your key to go get you something."
I showered quickly and wrapped a thick towel around myself, wishing that I would have had the sense to bring one of the hotel bathrobes in here with me. With a deep breath I opened the door and stepped out. He was sitting on the bed, and his eyes rose to meet mine as I entered the room.
I dressed faster than I thought possible. Grabbing the key cards from the counter, I returned to the bedroom.
He hadn't moved. Sitting on the edge of the bed with his elbows resting on his thighs, he appeared lost in thought. What was he thinking? All morning I had been a nervous wreck, my emotions shifting wildly from one extreme to the other, but he seemed so calm. So sure. But what was he sure of? What had he decided?
"Do you have anything in particular you want me to bring you?"
"Um... No. Whatever you pick will be fine."
It only took me a second to locate his room which was right next door. Great. Now, I could imagine him in a bed just through the wall from mine. His bags were already there and I paused briefly, realizing I would have to go through his luggage. Everything about him was so tidy and organized and it made me wonder what his home looked like. I'd never thought about it much but I suddenly wondered if I would ever see it, if I would ever see his bed. I paused as I realized that I wanted to. Would he want me to?
Putting everything back where it belonged, I gathered up his clothing and headed for my room. I managed to compose myself as I reached my door. I made it two steps inside before I froze.
He stood in front of the open window, awash in morning sunlight. Each beautiful line of his chiseled form was accentuated in perfect detail by the shadows east across his body. A towel hung indecently low on his hips and there, pocking just above it, was the tattoo.
"See something you like?"
"I..." I reluctantly returned my attention to his face.
"I said, did you see something you like?" He crossed the room, stopping just in front of me.
"I heard you." I said, glaring. "And no, just lost in thought."
"And what exactly where you thinking?" He reached out, moving a piece of my damp hair behind my ear. Just that simple touch caused my stomach to jump.
"That we have a schedule to keep."
"Why don't I believe you?" He moved a step closer.
"Because you're self-absorbed?" I suggested, meeting his gaze. He quirked an eyebrow and watched me for a moment before taking his clothing from my hands and placing it on the bed. Before I could move, he pulled the towel from his hips and tossed it on the side.
Sweet mother fucker of God.
If there was a finer specimen of man on this earth, I'd pay big money to see it.
Picking up his boxers, he began to step into them before he stopped, looking at me.
"Didn't you just say we had a schedule to keep?" He questioned, eyeing me humorously. "Unless, of course, you see something you like."
Son of a...
I narrowed my eyes and turned quickly, returning to the bathroom to finish getting ready.
When I returned to the bedroom, he was already dressed and waiting, looking out at the large window. He turned, walked to me and placed his warm hands on my face, staring at me intently.
"I need you to listen to me."
"Okay." I swallowed.
"I don't want to walk out that door and lose what we found in this room." His simple words rocked me. He wasn't declaring, he wasn't promising but he said exactly what I had needed to hear. We might not know what was happening but we wouldn't leave it unfinished. Letting out a shaky breath, I brought my hands to his chest.
"I don't want that either." I nodded, feeling like words tangled my thoughts and I was unable to think of anything articulate to add.
"Okay, then." He said, kissing my lips softly. "Let's go."
To be continued...
A/N: I’m so sorry for posting so late but my exams are coming and I have to study hard and don’t even have the time to post or read a fic T.T I promise I’ll try to keep posting every week but don’t worry, oce my exam will be over, I won’t make you wait so long :D
I think you can all congratulate them *throws confetti* xD Sho finally kind of confessed and Jun agreed!!! I'm proud of them xD though, you guess things won't be that easy xD Jun will start to feel the signs of his pregnancy in the next chapter if I remember well xD See you next week~