Code Red S2 (mutli-chap)
Title: Code Red S2 4.0
Rating: General
Characters/Pairings: Inoue Mao, Matsumoto Jun
Words: 4,979ish
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. This is out of my bizarre randomness and inborn talent of daydreaming. No money or any financial support is made from this; only self-actualization and bliss.
A/N: I know I know I'm late but who wouldn't love a Matsumoto Jun's birthday inspired fic? Not that this chapter is about his day but in little ways, I wish (and I know) that Mao celebrated with our birthday boy. Oh wait, am I making any sense? All I can do is write something up for him. lol
So yeah, lo behold Mao who's weak in the morning and Jun's storytelling style. *winks*
Ten years ago
Unlike most men of his age, Matsumoto Jun believed in true love. He would be a fool to do otherwise. Considering that his sister is happily inlove, his parents are still together, and he had her.
For most men, taking relationships seriously is as tedious and troublesome as the entertainment industry that he is in. His mates are always on the hook for girls but they’d just have fun and a few days later, a new girl is by their side. They would swear that their current flame is the one but it’d be otherwise a few nights or so. But not for Jun who grew up with this whole idea that love existed. It was not just a fragment of imagination. It might not be something that can be seen or heard but it was there. And he found it. Lucky man that he is, he found love in his tender age. Barely legal; legal enough to buy himself a drink or two, but his thoughts were into settling down and be fruitful, multiply and share a life with the woman he vowed to share his forever with.
Jun is just a typical man. But what makes him different from the rest aside from his exquisite good looks, is that he is a hopeless romantic. He was a believer of forever and fate. That love lasts. And he swore that when he found her, he won’t let go. He won’t give up. That he’d know that it is her. He just knows.
And yet again, unlike most men his age, he proposed to her. Despite the age gap, despite that they just met and despite that he wasn’t formally introduced to her parents. It was random. It was that spur of the moment thing. He was watching her while they eat at her apartment. And he couldn’t contain himself. He could see forever in her eyes. She was, after all, a different kind of woman. Independent in so many ways. She taught him things about sexuality and attraction, and he felt loved. He was sure that she loved him. That his teacher on and off screen, cherished him. So he blurted out the words. We should get married, Yukie-san.
She laughed.
Unlike most women who would probably do anything, anything just to capture his attention, she laughed. She stared at him like he had grown two heads. And laughed. She laughed for what felt like an eternity before asking if he was joking.
His heart faltered, but he understood that it was all too sudden. But he wanted her. I’m serious.
She gradually stopped laughing and smirked, like bile had formed in her throat. For a second he held his breath. You’re a kid, I can’t marry you... Just like that she continued eating like nothing happened. Just like that, his heart stopped like it never worked in the first place.
Just like that, his idea of love crumbled right before his eyes.
Unlike how he expected it, she turned him down. Just like that.
But he was still optimistic, maybe if he asked again in a grand manner, with candle lit dinner in a yacht with music and flowers around, she might now say yes. She may be officially his. That the public would now know. His agency would stop objecting. He didn’t care if they say otherwise as long as she says yes. They would go out. He never wanted anything this bad. No matter what the people around him were saying: that it was a one sided love. That it wasn’t a relationship, it was just an affair. A sexual affair.
Shun, who was merely a co-star then, told him that he saw her with another guy. Jun was furious. It was a mistake. It should be one. How could someone just casually tell him that Yukie, his Yukie, was out with another man? It might have been just a friend. Or a classmate from college who was simply being nice. They were leaving a motel. His eyes darkened. He was so angry. Why can’t they just let him be? Why can’t they let him be happy? Why can’t they understand that he never cared if he looked like a lovesick puppy following her around? Why can’t they just leave them alone? Even his parents were concerned. They never liked her. They don’t even want to meet her. Why? Why?
Let’s stop seeing each other.
He was so angry with everything that is happening in his life and right this moment he wanted her to be by his side. He needed her. He needed answers to his questions. Why are these people saying these things about her? Were they true? And why is she avoiding him? Why did she ask him to stop seeing her? Jun dialled her number. She won’t answer her phone. He called a few more times. Still, no answer. He grabbed a taxi and decided to just go to her apartment. And relief washed over him as the door opened.
Thank goodness… I thought something happened to you.
What are you doing here?
Why aren’t you answering my-
Jun, stop. I told you before didn’t I? I can’t- I don’t want to see you anymore.
He couldn’t understand. Tears now pricked his eyes.
But I love you.
She heaved a deep breath.
And you said you love me too.
Those tears fell like rain that day. She pulled his now rigid body into her arms and whispered. I did. She began wiping his tear stained cheeks with her hands. I can’t be with you...
No, we’ll work this-
I’m inlove with someone else.
He opened his mouth to say something. Anything. But no words came out. He just cried. He cried like a baby in her arms. She held him while he sobbed and trembled. And when she closed the door at his face, he felt that all doors to his heart closed too. If all those tears could also wash away the pain, the frustration, the vain hope, the love he felt. But they all stayed with him. For a year or so, they kept him company as he began a wasted life. He couldn’t sleep. He wouldn’t sleep. The days were long. The nights even longer. And he’d drink his gut out until the morning. But not even that could erase a little bit memory. Work won’t take his mind off her. He found himself restless. He was mad and moody. He barely talked to anyone, even his family. And meeting new people was a waste of time. Jun had created a barrier around himself. No one’s going to enter his life. No one’s going to hurt him. No one. Absolutely no one.
Everything vanished. He hated love. It was after all, a waste of time. He vowed to not meddle with anything related to it. Anything. Even the thought of it makes him sick.
But fate has ways. He met love again at the fourth floor of TBS. Who would have thought he would?
Love was petite. Love was buying lemonade from a vending machine. Love had this cheerful voice that greeted him and said she’d be playing Makino Tsukushi. Love had this pair of huge soulful eyes behind dark rimmed glasses. Love is smiling. Love had him speechless.
This time, love had a name.
**
Inoue Mao stifled a groan as the brightness of the room filled her. It looked different but familiarity is overwhelming. Even the sound of the beach waves hitting the shore felt like home. And the smell of fresh linen and exotic tropical flowers and cocoa waffled, she must be in paradise. She began crawling deeper into the duvet as her heavy lidded eyes dropped until all she could see again was pit black darkness.
“Hey sleepyhead. Time to wake up.”
Somebody slowly pulled the blanket. She’s always weak in the morning so pulling it back would do her no good. She then felt butterfly kisses on her bare skin; from her shoulders, going south. And it wasn’t helping that the cool breeze would sweep where his lips touched hers. The feeling is exquisite that her toes began to curl.
She stirred as she realized his body began to press on her. And his scent; just his scent, no fragrance or cologne. Just him and some fresh clothes. Like he just came out of shower or something. “Jun...”
“Mmmmmm...” as his lips lingered on her lower spine. The bed moved beneath as he shifted position. His hands supporting his weight were located on either side of her arm. She felt his teeth grazing that same spot and it was achingly painful to ask him to-
“Chotto...”
His response was a series of biting kisses on her waist. It was surprising as it was tickling that she yelped and pushed herself up so suddenly-
“Ouch!”
“What’s wrong?” she heard him say.
She flopped back to her lying position as she felt her weak limbs throb. Her arms and neck feel tired, her back felt strained. It’s as if she went to a rigorous exercise without a warm up. Like she ran a marathon. She began recalling what happened last night, but her memories were drowned by dizziness, her head is spinning and her stomach feels sick though she’s fairly sure it’s empty. Weak wouldn’t be the appropriate term to describe her state right now. It’s like she turned into a jelly stick or whatever. And her breasts, they felt tender that she began using her arms to support her weight against the bed. She became aware of her thighs and legs and waist and lower abdomen and down there- oh. She felt sore everywhere. Everywhere.
“Hey. You okay?” he peeked from her shoulder as he began to lie close to her side. Close enough that he’s still hovering over her. But distant enough to give her space to breath.
Mao shook her head and began to lie on her side. She shifted and saw him also move his eyes appreciatively over her. Then focused on one spot. She’s fully aware that she naked and thanks to this creamy white duvet, she’s partially covered. She’s also sentient that they made love last night, hence the little pain she’s feeling, hence her missing clothes, hence that weird satisfied goofy grin on his face. But why does it particularly have to feel this way? Why does she have to feel so uncomfortable? So not her usual self.
“Baby! Don’t-“
With raised eyebrows, she murmured. “It’s not like you haven’t seen them a hundred of times.” More like all the time.
Instinctively his hand reached for her hand to halt it from covering herself up to her chin but sense had him reach for the loose hair straying near her face instead and tucked them behind her ear. “Oh baby, it would take me a lifetime. I’ll never get used to these beauties.” Motioning to her chest before he took her right hand to his and pressed her palm to his lips. His eyes never leaving hers. As always, he was seducing her with his eyes framed with lashes so long it would make an angel weep; they were dark, mesmerizing and like a pool of desire melting her inside out. She caught her breath as he flicked his tongue along her wrist, just because he could before kissing her again. Those lips: full and lush, finely molded and perpetually curved into that devilish expression.
Her cheeks felt hot. Waking up next to this beautiful boy is euphoria. “Baka.”
His hand now travelled up her arm until it reached her bare shoulder, and then one of his fingers traced a feather light line down the side of her neck. His voice when it came rushing from his mouth was low and husky, and she felt it right from the very center of her being.
“Where’s my goodmorning kiss?”
**
Jun was certain he just had one of the best nights of his life so far. Just the thought, the memory that was so vivid as if he was watching it live whenever he would close his eyes. It’s her face that he sees. And that expression that she creates as she gasp for air, the flush in her cheeks, and that pleased smile on her lips. Everything is pleasurable as long as he’s with her but his thirst will never be satiated. His desire to be one with her is out of this world. It was like a beast.
A beast dwelling deep within him. Craving, longing, undying. Eating him alive, burning him with tongues of fire licking his soul. He could not tame it. Nor calm it down. And it’s driving him mad that the cause and cure is her.
“Mao...” he breathed. Just the mention of her name is ecstasy.
He wanted her- oh God. He wanted her. Again and again. With intensity he hadn’t even imagined before. He wanted her while she sleeps, and it was tearing him apart to watch her lie down on her stomach with her back bared for him to marvel and crave, the curves on her body palpable despite that she was covered waist down. She wasn’t showing much, only a few inch of skin but that almost had him ripping the book that he is reading, it almost cost him his sanity that he had to pull the blanket and cover her fully until only a mop of dark hair was showing on top of the bed. Still, he had to look away time from time. How he managed to read a chapter of Haruki Murakami’s is a wonder.
Should I wake you up? But he knew she needed to rest. After what happened last night, she needed a full day sleep.
But its half past ten already, and she needed to eat. “I need my good morning kiss.” He murmured, moving with predatory grace.
She instantly covered her mouth “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.” And scooted a few inches farther, stopping only when he soothingly pulled her hand away from her face. She didn’t move and allowed him to completely invade her space as he closed the distance and brushed his lips on the top of her nose. His warm breath grazing the delicate skin on her cheeks. His hand found her shoulder and idly rubbed the skin with his thumb.
“Jun...” she whispered.
And she wanted him. He could hear it in her breath.
“Jun no? Or Jun yes?” he murmured. His lips brushing hers so soft it was agonizing.
“I-“ her breathing failed her as his lips once again brushed her open mouth. “I don’t know.”
“Mmmmm...” he moved his head south, nudging her chin until she had no choice but to arch back.
And he too had no choice but to make love to her neck.
He kissed her slowly, achingly slow and thoroughly; sparing no inch of her skin on this onslaught. He then moved up to the line of her jaw, then to her earlobe, playfully grasping it with his teeth and pulled. He heard Mao gasp. But didn’t ask him to stop, it would be mortifying if she did. Smiling, he continued and pressed his face to the lower of her neck, almost on her collar bones and inhaled that sweet scent of hers. Like strawberries and wild flowers.
God, he loved how she smelled in the morning.
“Jun?” she whispered.
“Shhhh.” he begged and prayed that it wasn’t anything near asking him to stop. He continued but then he felt her fingers touch his face, beckoning him.
“What happened last night?”
“Huh?” Again, vivid images flashed before him and it was impossible not to pause and feel the beast in him shake the shackles binding him.
“I don’t really remember what happened-“
“Figures, this is what happens when you don’t listen to me-”
“You were so drunk.” His lips curved into a lopsided grin as his sight dropped to her chest. They were begging to be touched. “I told you already that it’s enough but you kept going...”
“I remember dancing all night which explains my tired legs and feet-”
“Are you still in pain?” His hand moved and touched her thigh and squeezed.
“-and the drinking part. I remember those. I mean, I do remember some but most of it felt like a dream” She bit her lip. As images poured in. Images of Jun’s vexed features as he grasped her arm while they walk along the patio, the hallway which was hazy, Jun scolding her, Jun begging, Jun’s neck, Jun taking off her dress, the bathroom, Jun’s face again- this time he was smiling, Jun’s chest...
“What happened?”
“Well you know..” It’s now his turn to feel his cheeks burn. He raised his brows. And smacked his lips. “We were so busy last night. It’s our fault.” he announced. He saw the glint in her eyes. “But thinking about it, mostly it’s yours.”
“Mine? Come on.” She rolled her eyes at him. “I can’t be the reason.”
“You were seducing me all night.” All the time in fact. “And until now.”
She didn’t focus on what he said as it is quiet perplexing that making love had her frail. But his words echoed inside her brain. His hand began moving up and down the length of her thigh against the softness of the blanket covering her. “You probably remember a thing or two now.“
“Will you tell me what we did? It’s unusual that I feel this way-“
He stopped as a moan escaped her lips when he pressed his thumb on the upper part of her thigh. “Are you still in pain, baby?”
She pouted.
“Come here and I’ll make you feel better.”
She scooted closer. It was a habit, if not a natural feeling to cuddle with him. She wanted to feel him, to be pampered by him. “Tell me now, please.”
As he kissed the top of her head. “You really want to know?”
She nodded against his chest.
He stopped breathing halfway as wicked thoughts jabbed his mind.
“Okay. Let’s make you remember then.” Pulling away, he moved to the bottom of the bed and searched for her left foot. Upon finding it, he pushed back the duvet to reveal her ivory like skin. He planted a kiss on top of it before kissing the skin beneath her toes.
“Last night you could barely even walk. I wanted to carry you but you kept on insisting that you could.” His eyes narrowed. Typical Mao, it took him forever to convince her. “Your level of being stubborn hitches up when you’re drunk.”
“Heyy!” She giggled but made no motion of pulling away.
He grinned and moved up, revealing more and more of her leg; kissing every inch, savouring her. “But that’s not the worst part; you kept on insisting you’re not drunk.” He shook his head. Scolding and pleading don’t work on her. “Until you fell on your knees-“ In a kneeling position, Jun gently raised her leg to his shoulders; looking down on her, keeping their gazes fixed, he brushed his lips once, twice before planting one full kiss on the back of her knee.“Twice baby, twice.”
His tone was light but his expression was serious. “I’m not risking you dropping on your knees the third time. I scooped you up and carried you. Do you remember what I told you?” Seeing her parted lips as he now begin to move to her thigh, satisfaction began to race through his veins, even as his body wanted to fast forward this whole foreplay, he wanted to take it slow.
He wanted to take her slow.
“I said that if you don’t hold tight, I’ll tie you the bed and spank your annoying butt.”
She moaned in line to the sound of his lips making contact with her skin. She moaned as his lips leave the same spot. It was more than he could bargain for. And now he reached the inner most part of her thigh, his throat went dry. Seeing that all blanket was pushed back up until they settled in a rumpled pool inches below her waist, he couldn’t see her but in this little form of secrecy, this is what he liked. This is what triggers the passion to burn even more. Setting him ablaze, consuming him alive.
He licked his lips as he saw her gripping the pillow like her life depended on it. “You were so bad baby last night. Do you remember what you did to me?”
“I... a little bit.” She whispered.
“You seduced me on the sofa. You kissed me-“ he paused. He had to regain control. “Do you want to know where?”
Her lips moved. “Where?”
And he moved closer. Nudging the blanket higher. “Let me show you.” It was merely a statement, and not particularly a sophisticated one, but she’s Mao, the woman he’s destined to be with for eternity, the same one whose face is tattooed on his brain and who has the ability to make his heart race with joy. “You’ll like it.” he said again, satisfaction was evident in his tone.
Again, just his name. Yet this time it sounded more like a plea. A prayer for redemption.
His hands squeezed her thighs gently, circling against her skin with his thumbs. “You ready?”
She looked back at him, her eyes glazed, her lips pink and parted. She didn’t say anything, he didn’t think she could say anything. But he saw it in her eyes. He felt it tugging his guts.
He moved his hands, exerting enough pressure on her thighs to spread them open one more wicked inch. “I’m going to do to you what you did to me.” He leaned down but stopped to look at her for a moment. She was breathing hard, completely under his spell.
He dipped closer. “You were so bold...”- he pressed his thumbs into the soft flesh of her inner thighs- “...so wicked, so wild.” He held silent, just for a second, long enough for her to shiver with desire. “you kissed me on my most private part and I thought I was gonna go insane.” His thumb inched up until they reach the hot crevice between her legs. He pressed gently. “I think you would enjoy a kiss right here.” He added, “almost as much”- he slid along the crease , down, down closer to the center of her,-“as I enjoyed last night.”
Her breathing accelerated. His name escaped once again from her lips. It was a cry. Take me.
He enough for him to pull his pants down and plunge into her. But no. Even if it’s hard- no, he was hard. And it’s pretty damn impossible to exercise restraint. He had to steel his shoulders just to remind him of control. He couldn’t see her yet, not with his eyes focused relentlessly on her face. But the knowledge of her position, exposed, made them both shiver. He with desire. She with anticipation.
“Jun.” She moaned.
“Yes baby?”
“Please..”
He didn’t wait another second. He sank on his knees and kissed her. Plunging deeper as her hands found his head and her fingers circled a fistful of hair, pushing him to her. He could hear her moan, he could feel her shudder. He paused and pulled back; knowing she was getting there. Almost getting there. “Oh wait, I forgot to tell you, you also used your tongue.”
He took a moment to peek at her face, long enough so that she could look at him. Or more like he could see the expression on her face. And it was, bliss.
“D’you remember that?”
She shook her head. Her eyes wild and in frenzy. “Ja, let me remind you then.”
And he went back to business. But this time, with some tongue participation. He tasted her. Every inch of her. Leaving no corner untouched. Leaving nothing unexplored. While his hands wrestle with her thighs trying to lock him in. He lasted a wonderful time devouring until he heard her beg. Until she began to plea.
His heart jumped in his chest. He wanted to continue. He should’ve followed through but he was losing it. And he moved north pulling down the blanket to reveal her torso down to her stomach and he could clearly see her breathing so laboured, her stomach lay flat. He kissed and sucked every skin he could purchase. He ran his tongue along the underside of her breast, tasting the sweet salty essence of her skin, then reached out and cupped her. He blew lightly on her nipple. “Then we made love ...”
He brushed his nose on her sensitive flesh. “But too much movement got you sick that you puked. On your dress. On my suit..” his voice trailed off. “You got so dirty that I had to clean you up.” He licked the same spot. She groaned.
“We took a bath and...” he said, lightly taking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “..well, you know what happened next.”
She gasped and he felt her hands climb up his back. He realized he was still fully clothed compared to the nakedness that she is. “Then I had to carry you here for us to sleep.” All the while his other hand moved and settled on the back of her knee, pulled it up and settled her leg to wrap on his waist. “But we weren’t sleepy at all.” He grinned like a little boy before taking her inside his mouth. He sucked, he nibbled, he tugged. It was torture. The sweetest torture while her breath was loud and gasping and her moans grow more and more incoherent. “Twice maybe.” He went up back to her neck. “I lost count.” He was smiling against her skin.
“Tell me baby, do you remember now?” he leaned in until his lips were brushing her lobes. He nudged her legs to part wider as he moved to her face, again he brushed his lips to hers, close enough to feel her ragged breath but far enough to let her speak. “Or I still need to demonstrate?” She blushed. He couldn’t particularly see it, but he could feel it, sense the hot rush of blood to her skin.
Jun pressed his lips on hers. His hand crept up to her neck and cradled her jaw. It was a sweet kiss. Just his lips pressed on hers, he had to remind himself to control. He counted 1 to 5. And pulled away. He watched as she slowly opened her eyes.
“Kiss me.” She implored.
And he lost it. He kissed her. With all the remaining grain of control he had, he kissed her. Pulling her chin to open her mouth to his; kissing her deeper and deeper, his tongue tasting her. And she was in his arms, fragile and with bare energy after what he did yet she was responding to his every move, mirroring his action knowing it would please him as much as it is to her.
He then felt her hands tugging his shirt. He pulled back and smirked apologetically. “Sorry.” She giggled but upon seeing the upper part of his body, his chiselled abs, wonderfully sculpted chest, broad shoulders, and firm biceps, all she could do is bit her lip and stare. Instinctively her hands reached for him and marvelled at his perfection.
Tossing the shirt on the side he went back to business causing her to gasp as his lips crushed into her. And he couldn’t take it any longer. Hands shaking, he tore open his fly, finally allowing his manhood to spring free.
Her breathing went shallow as she looked down on him, her eyes widening. “What? It’s not like you haven’t seen it all the time?” He chuckled as she blinked at him.
“I need you.” He said hoarsely. And when she did nothing but stare at him, he repeated. “I need you now.”
“Protection?” she smiled shyly at him as his hardness was inches away from her core.
“On the table next to you.” He motioned to her right. And there it was, a box of condoms, two empty foils lying next to it. She handed him one. And he didn’t waste any time as he put it in place. And when all things were settled, he glanced at her flushed features, her hair in disarray, her chest moving up and down matching his. And he was sure; it’s going to be fast.
She felt that it’s going to happen as she wrapped her legs tight around him with the remaining strength she has, he positioned himself to cover her as his hand intertwined around hers.
And he entered her.
He ought to go slow but she was so wet and ready for him that he just slid inside, even as she gasped at the intrusion. Even as he felt her jerk, even as her hand tightened their grip.
“Did that hurt?” he grunted through his clenched teeth.
She shook her head. “Don’t stop.” She moaned. “Please.”
“Never.” He vowed. “Never.”
He moved and she moved beneath him. It was beautiful; how she felt around him, how tight and how perfect it feels. Like she was created for him, like two jigsaw pieces that fit. He went deeper. He went faster. And she was crying his name over and over again. And they were already so aroused that it didn’t take any longer for their worlds to explode mere seconds from each other.
His body surrendered and flopped on top of her. Their breathing ragged and heavy while the late morning sun scatter across the room.
“So..” he was nuzzling her neck. “D’you remember now or should I explain more in details?”
**
P.S.
So, is there really a need for him to explain more in details? lol If you want all the juicy stuff, wait for the next update, ne? Don't forget to share your thoughts, I love reading them. <3
See you in the next chapter loves!! :)
Rating: General
Characters/Pairings: Inoue Mao, Matsumoto Jun
Words: 4,979ish
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. This is out of my bizarre randomness and inborn talent of daydreaming. No money or any financial support is made from this; only self-actualization and bliss.
A/N: I know I know I'm late but who wouldn't love a Matsumoto Jun's birthday inspired fic? Not that this chapter is about his day but in little ways, I wish (and I know) that Mao celebrated with our birthday boy. Oh wait, am I making any sense? All I can do is write something up for him. lol
So yeah, lo behold Mao who's weak in the morning and Jun's storytelling style. *winks*
Ten years ago
Unlike most men of his age, Matsumoto Jun believed in true love. He would be a fool to do otherwise. Considering that his sister is happily inlove, his parents are still together, and he had her.
For most men, taking relationships seriously is as tedious and troublesome as the entertainment industry that he is in. His mates are always on the hook for girls but they’d just have fun and a few days later, a new girl is by their side. They would swear that their current flame is the one but it’d be otherwise a few nights or so. But not for Jun who grew up with this whole idea that love existed. It was not just a fragment of imagination. It might not be something that can be seen or heard but it was there. And he found it. Lucky man that he is, he found love in his tender age. Barely legal; legal enough to buy himself a drink or two, but his thoughts were into settling down and be fruitful, multiply and share a life with the woman he vowed to share his forever with.
Jun is just a typical man. But what makes him different from the rest aside from his exquisite good looks, is that he is a hopeless romantic. He was a believer of forever and fate. That love lasts. And he swore that when he found her, he won’t let go. He won’t give up. That he’d know that it is her. He just knows.
And yet again, unlike most men his age, he proposed to her. Despite the age gap, despite that they just met and despite that he wasn’t formally introduced to her parents. It was random. It was that spur of the moment thing. He was watching her while they eat at her apartment. And he couldn’t contain himself. He could see forever in her eyes. She was, after all, a different kind of woman. Independent in so many ways. She taught him things about sexuality and attraction, and he felt loved. He was sure that she loved him. That his teacher on and off screen, cherished him. So he blurted out the words. We should get married, Yukie-san.
She laughed.
Unlike most women who would probably do anything, anything just to capture his attention, she laughed. She stared at him like he had grown two heads. And laughed. She laughed for what felt like an eternity before asking if he was joking.
His heart faltered, but he understood that it was all too sudden. But he wanted her. I’m serious.
She gradually stopped laughing and smirked, like bile had formed in her throat. For a second he held his breath. You’re a kid, I can’t marry you... Just like that she continued eating like nothing happened. Just like that, his heart stopped like it never worked in the first place.
Just like that, his idea of love crumbled right before his eyes.
Unlike how he expected it, she turned him down. Just like that.
But he was still optimistic, maybe if he asked again in a grand manner, with candle lit dinner in a yacht with music and flowers around, she might now say yes. She may be officially his. That the public would now know. His agency would stop objecting. He didn’t care if they say otherwise as long as she says yes. They would go out. He never wanted anything this bad. No matter what the people around him were saying: that it was a one sided love. That it wasn’t a relationship, it was just an affair. A sexual affair.
Shun, who was merely a co-star then, told him that he saw her with another guy. Jun was furious. It was a mistake. It should be one. How could someone just casually tell him that Yukie, his Yukie, was out with another man? It might have been just a friend. Or a classmate from college who was simply being nice. They were leaving a motel. His eyes darkened. He was so angry. Why can’t they just let him be? Why can’t they let him be happy? Why can’t they understand that he never cared if he looked like a lovesick puppy following her around? Why can’t they just leave them alone? Even his parents were concerned. They never liked her. They don’t even want to meet her. Why? Why?
Let’s stop seeing each other.
He was so angry with everything that is happening in his life and right this moment he wanted her to be by his side. He needed her. He needed answers to his questions. Why are these people saying these things about her? Were they true? And why is she avoiding him? Why did she ask him to stop seeing her? Jun dialled her number. She won’t answer her phone. He called a few more times. Still, no answer. He grabbed a taxi and decided to just go to her apartment. And relief washed over him as the door opened.
Thank goodness… I thought something happened to you.
What are you doing here?
Why aren’t you answering my-
Jun, stop. I told you before didn’t I? I can’t- I don’t want to see you anymore.
He couldn’t understand. Tears now pricked his eyes.
But I love you.
She heaved a deep breath.
And you said you love me too.
Those tears fell like rain that day. She pulled his now rigid body into her arms and whispered. I did. She began wiping his tear stained cheeks with her hands. I can’t be with you...
No, we’ll work this-
I’m inlove with someone else.
He opened his mouth to say something. Anything. But no words came out. He just cried. He cried like a baby in her arms. She held him while he sobbed and trembled. And when she closed the door at his face, he felt that all doors to his heart closed too. If all those tears could also wash away the pain, the frustration, the vain hope, the love he felt. But they all stayed with him. For a year or so, they kept him company as he began a wasted life. He couldn’t sleep. He wouldn’t sleep. The days were long. The nights even longer. And he’d drink his gut out until the morning. But not even that could erase a little bit memory. Work won’t take his mind off her. He found himself restless. He was mad and moody. He barely talked to anyone, even his family. And meeting new people was a waste of time. Jun had created a barrier around himself. No one’s going to enter his life. No one’s going to hurt him. No one. Absolutely no one.
Everything vanished. He hated love. It was after all, a waste of time. He vowed to not meddle with anything related to it. Anything. Even the thought of it makes him sick.
But fate has ways. He met love again at the fourth floor of TBS. Who would have thought he would?
Love was petite. Love was buying lemonade from a vending machine. Love had this cheerful voice that greeted him and said she’d be playing Makino Tsukushi. Love had this pair of huge soulful eyes behind dark rimmed glasses. Love is smiling. Love had him speechless.
This time, love had a name.
**
Inoue Mao stifled a groan as the brightness of the room filled her. It looked different but familiarity is overwhelming. Even the sound of the beach waves hitting the shore felt like home. And the smell of fresh linen and exotic tropical flowers and cocoa waffled, she must be in paradise. She began crawling deeper into the duvet as her heavy lidded eyes dropped until all she could see again was pit black darkness.
“Hey sleepyhead. Time to wake up.”
Somebody slowly pulled the blanket. She’s always weak in the morning so pulling it back would do her no good. She then felt butterfly kisses on her bare skin; from her shoulders, going south. And it wasn’t helping that the cool breeze would sweep where his lips touched hers. The feeling is exquisite that her toes began to curl.
She stirred as she realized his body began to press on her. And his scent; just his scent, no fragrance or cologne. Just him and some fresh clothes. Like he just came out of shower or something. “Jun...”
“Mmmmmm...” as his lips lingered on her lower spine. The bed moved beneath as he shifted position. His hands supporting his weight were located on either side of her arm. She felt his teeth grazing that same spot and it was achingly painful to ask him to-
“Chotto...”
His response was a series of biting kisses on her waist. It was surprising as it was tickling that she yelped and pushed herself up so suddenly-
“Ouch!”
“What’s wrong?” she heard him say.
She flopped back to her lying position as she felt her weak limbs throb. Her arms and neck feel tired, her back felt strained. It’s as if she went to a rigorous exercise without a warm up. Like she ran a marathon. She began recalling what happened last night, but her memories were drowned by dizziness, her head is spinning and her stomach feels sick though she’s fairly sure it’s empty. Weak wouldn’t be the appropriate term to describe her state right now. It’s like she turned into a jelly stick or whatever. And her breasts, they felt tender that she began using her arms to support her weight against the bed. She became aware of her thighs and legs and waist and lower abdomen and down there- oh. She felt sore everywhere. Everywhere.
“Hey. You okay?” he peeked from her shoulder as he began to lie close to her side. Close enough that he’s still hovering over her. But distant enough to give her space to breath.
Mao shook her head and began to lie on her side. She shifted and saw him also move his eyes appreciatively over her. Then focused on one spot. She’s fully aware that she naked and thanks to this creamy white duvet, she’s partially covered. She’s also sentient that they made love last night, hence the little pain she’s feeling, hence her missing clothes, hence that weird satisfied goofy grin on his face. But why does it particularly have to feel this way? Why does she have to feel so uncomfortable? So not her usual self.
“Baby! Don’t-“
With raised eyebrows, she murmured. “It’s not like you haven’t seen them a hundred of times.” More like all the time.
Instinctively his hand reached for her hand to halt it from covering herself up to her chin but sense had him reach for the loose hair straying near her face instead and tucked them behind her ear. “Oh baby, it would take me a lifetime. I’ll never get used to these beauties.” Motioning to her chest before he took her right hand to his and pressed her palm to his lips. His eyes never leaving hers. As always, he was seducing her with his eyes framed with lashes so long it would make an angel weep; they were dark, mesmerizing and like a pool of desire melting her inside out. She caught her breath as he flicked his tongue along her wrist, just because he could before kissing her again. Those lips: full and lush, finely molded and perpetually curved into that devilish expression.
Her cheeks felt hot. Waking up next to this beautiful boy is euphoria. “Baka.”
His hand now travelled up her arm until it reached her bare shoulder, and then one of his fingers traced a feather light line down the side of her neck. His voice when it came rushing from his mouth was low and husky, and she felt it right from the very center of her being.
“Where’s my goodmorning kiss?”
**
Jun was certain he just had one of the best nights of his life so far. Just the thought, the memory that was so vivid as if he was watching it live whenever he would close his eyes. It’s her face that he sees. And that expression that she creates as she gasp for air, the flush in her cheeks, and that pleased smile on her lips. Everything is pleasurable as long as he’s with her but his thirst will never be satiated. His desire to be one with her is out of this world. It was like a beast.
A beast dwelling deep within him. Craving, longing, undying. Eating him alive, burning him with tongues of fire licking his soul. He could not tame it. Nor calm it down. And it’s driving him mad that the cause and cure is her.
“Mao...” he breathed. Just the mention of her name is ecstasy.
He wanted her- oh God. He wanted her. Again and again. With intensity he hadn’t even imagined before. He wanted her while she sleeps, and it was tearing him apart to watch her lie down on her stomach with her back bared for him to marvel and crave, the curves on her body palpable despite that she was covered waist down. She wasn’t showing much, only a few inch of skin but that almost had him ripping the book that he is reading, it almost cost him his sanity that he had to pull the blanket and cover her fully until only a mop of dark hair was showing on top of the bed. Still, he had to look away time from time. How he managed to read a chapter of Haruki Murakami’s is a wonder.
Should I wake you up? But he knew she needed to rest. After what happened last night, she needed a full day sleep.
But its half past ten already, and she needed to eat. “I need my good morning kiss.” He murmured, moving with predatory grace.
She instantly covered her mouth “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.” And scooted a few inches farther, stopping only when he soothingly pulled her hand away from her face. She didn’t move and allowed him to completely invade her space as he closed the distance and brushed his lips on the top of her nose. His warm breath grazing the delicate skin on her cheeks. His hand found her shoulder and idly rubbed the skin with his thumb.
“Jun...” she whispered.
And she wanted him. He could hear it in her breath.
“Jun no? Or Jun yes?” he murmured. His lips brushing hers so soft it was agonizing.
“I-“ her breathing failed her as his lips once again brushed her open mouth. “I don’t know.”
“Mmmmm...” he moved his head south, nudging her chin until she had no choice but to arch back.
And he too had no choice but to make love to her neck.
He kissed her slowly, achingly slow and thoroughly; sparing no inch of her skin on this onslaught. He then moved up to the line of her jaw, then to her earlobe, playfully grasping it with his teeth and pulled. He heard Mao gasp. But didn’t ask him to stop, it would be mortifying if she did. Smiling, he continued and pressed his face to the lower of her neck, almost on her collar bones and inhaled that sweet scent of hers. Like strawberries and wild flowers.
God, he loved how she smelled in the morning.
“Jun?” she whispered.
“Shhhh.” he begged and prayed that it wasn’t anything near asking him to stop. He continued but then he felt her fingers touch his face, beckoning him.
“What happened last night?”
“Huh?” Again, vivid images flashed before him and it was impossible not to pause and feel the beast in him shake the shackles binding him.
“I don’t really remember what happened-“
“Figures, this is what happens when you don’t listen to me-”
“You were so drunk.” His lips curved into a lopsided grin as his sight dropped to her chest. They were begging to be touched. “I told you already that it’s enough but you kept going...”
“I remember dancing all night which explains my tired legs and feet-”
“Are you still in pain?” His hand moved and touched her thigh and squeezed.
“-and the drinking part. I remember those. I mean, I do remember some but most of it felt like a dream” She bit her lip. As images poured in. Images of Jun’s vexed features as he grasped her arm while they walk along the patio, the hallway which was hazy, Jun scolding her, Jun begging, Jun’s neck, Jun taking off her dress, the bathroom, Jun’s face again- this time he was smiling, Jun’s chest...
“What happened?”
“Well you know..” It’s now his turn to feel his cheeks burn. He raised his brows. And smacked his lips. “We were so busy last night. It’s our fault.” he announced. He saw the glint in her eyes. “But thinking about it, mostly it’s yours.”
“Mine? Come on.” She rolled her eyes at him. “I can’t be the reason.”
“You were seducing me all night.” All the time in fact. “And until now.”
She didn’t focus on what he said as it is quiet perplexing that making love had her frail. But his words echoed inside her brain. His hand began moving up and down the length of her thigh against the softness of the blanket covering her. “You probably remember a thing or two now.“
“Will you tell me what we did? It’s unusual that I feel this way-“
He stopped as a moan escaped her lips when he pressed his thumb on the upper part of her thigh. “Are you still in pain, baby?”
She pouted.
“Come here and I’ll make you feel better.”
She scooted closer. It was a habit, if not a natural feeling to cuddle with him. She wanted to feel him, to be pampered by him. “Tell me now, please.”
As he kissed the top of her head. “You really want to know?”
She nodded against his chest.
He stopped breathing halfway as wicked thoughts jabbed his mind.
“Okay. Let’s make you remember then.” Pulling away, he moved to the bottom of the bed and searched for her left foot. Upon finding it, he pushed back the duvet to reveal her ivory like skin. He planted a kiss on top of it before kissing the skin beneath her toes.
“Last night you could barely even walk. I wanted to carry you but you kept on insisting that you could.” His eyes narrowed. Typical Mao, it took him forever to convince her. “Your level of being stubborn hitches up when you’re drunk.”
“Heyy!” She giggled but made no motion of pulling away.
He grinned and moved up, revealing more and more of her leg; kissing every inch, savouring her. “But that’s not the worst part; you kept on insisting you’re not drunk.” He shook his head. Scolding and pleading don’t work on her. “Until you fell on your knees-“ In a kneeling position, Jun gently raised her leg to his shoulders; looking down on her, keeping their gazes fixed, he brushed his lips once, twice before planting one full kiss on the back of her knee.“Twice baby, twice.”
His tone was light but his expression was serious. “I’m not risking you dropping on your knees the third time. I scooped you up and carried you. Do you remember what I told you?” Seeing her parted lips as he now begin to move to her thigh, satisfaction began to race through his veins, even as his body wanted to fast forward this whole foreplay, he wanted to take it slow.
He wanted to take her slow.
“I said that if you don’t hold tight, I’ll tie you the bed and spank your annoying butt.”
She moaned in line to the sound of his lips making contact with her skin. She moaned as his lips leave the same spot. It was more than he could bargain for. And now he reached the inner most part of her thigh, his throat went dry. Seeing that all blanket was pushed back up until they settled in a rumpled pool inches below her waist, he couldn’t see her but in this little form of secrecy, this is what he liked. This is what triggers the passion to burn even more. Setting him ablaze, consuming him alive.
He licked his lips as he saw her gripping the pillow like her life depended on it. “You were so bad baby last night. Do you remember what you did to me?”
“I... a little bit.” She whispered.
“You seduced me on the sofa. You kissed me-“ he paused. He had to regain control. “Do you want to know where?”
Her lips moved. “Where?”
And he moved closer. Nudging the blanket higher. “Let me show you.” It was merely a statement, and not particularly a sophisticated one, but she’s Mao, the woman he’s destined to be with for eternity, the same one whose face is tattooed on his brain and who has the ability to make his heart race with joy. “You’ll like it.” he said again, satisfaction was evident in his tone.
Again, just his name. Yet this time it sounded more like a plea. A prayer for redemption.
His hands squeezed her thighs gently, circling against her skin with his thumbs. “You ready?”
She looked back at him, her eyes glazed, her lips pink and parted. She didn’t say anything, he didn’t think she could say anything. But he saw it in her eyes. He felt it tugging his guts.
He moved his hands, exerting enough pressure on her thighs to spread them open one more wicked inch. “I’m going to do to you what you did to me.” He leaned down but stopped to look at her for a moment. She was breathing hard, completely under his spell.
He dipped closer. “You were so bold...”- he pressed his thumbs into the soft flesh of her inner thighs- “...so wicked, so wild.” He held silent, just for a second, long enough for her to shiver with desire. “you kissed me on my most private part and I thought I was gonna go insane.” His thumb inched up until they reach the hot crevice between her legs. He pressed gently. “I think you would enjoy a kiss right here.” He added, “almost as much”- he slid along the crease , down, down closer to the center of her,-“as I enjoyed last night.”
Her breathing accelerated. His name escaped once again from her lips. It was a cry. Take me.
He enough for him to pull his pants down and plunge into her. But no. Even if it’s hard- no, he was hard. And it’s pretty damn impossible to exercise restraint. He had to steel his shoulders just to remind him of control. He couldn’t see her yet, not with his eyes focused relentlessly on her face. But the knowledge of her position, exposed, made them both shiver. He with desire. She with anticipation.
“Jun.” She moaned.
“Yes baby?”
“Please..”
He didn’t wait another second. He sank on his knees and kissed her. Plunging deeper as her hands found his head and her fingers circled a fistful of hair, pushing him to her. He could hear her moan, he could feel her shudder. He paused and pulled back; knowing she was getting there. Almost getting there. “Oh wait, I forgot to tell you, you also used your tongue.”
He took a moment to peek at her face, long enough so that she could look at him. Or more like he could see the expression on her face. And it was, bliss.
“D’you remember that?”
She shook her head. Her eyes wild and in frenzy. “Ja, let me remind you then.”
And he went back to business. But this time, with some tongue participation. He tasted her. Every inch of her. Leaving no corner untouched. Leaving nothing unexplored. While his hands wrestle with her thighs trying to lock him in. He lasted a wonderful time devouring until he heard her beg. Until she began to plea.
His heart jumped in his chest. He wanted to continue. He should’ve followed through but he was losing it. And he moved north pulling down the blanket to reveal her torso down to her stomach and he could clearly see her breathing so laboured, her stomach lay flat. He kissed and sucked every skin he could purchase. He ran his tongue along the underside of her breast, tasting the sweet salty essence of her skin, then reached out and cupped her. He blew lightly on her nipple. “Then we made love ...”
He brushed his nose on her sensitive flesh. “But too much movement got you sick that you puked. On your dress. On my suit..” his voice trailed off. “You got so dirty that I had to clean you up.” He licked the same spot. She groaned.
“We took a bath and...” he said, lightly taking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “..well, you know what happened next.”
She gasped and he felt her hands climb up his back. He realized he was still fully clothed compared to the nakedness that she is. “Then I had to carry you here for us to sleep.” All the while his other hand moved and settled on the back of her knee, pulled it up and settled her leg to wrap on his waist. “But we weren’t sleepy at all.” He grinned like a little boy before taking her inside his mouth. He sucked, he nibbled, he tugged. It was torture. The sweetest torture while her breath was loud and gasping and her moans grow more and more incoherent. “Twice maybe.” He went up back to her neck. “I lost count.” He was smiling against her skin.
“Tell me baby, do you remember now?” he leaned in until his lips were brushing her lobes. He nudged her legs to part wider as he moved to her face, again he brushed his lips to hers, close enough to feel her ragged breath but far enough to let her speak. “Or I still need to demonstrate?” She blushed. He couldn’t particularly see it, but he could feel it, sense the hot rush of blood to her skin.
Jun pressed his lips on hers. His hand crept up to her neck and cradled her jaw. It was a sweet kiss. Just his lips pressed on hers, he had to remind himself to control. He counted 1 to 5. And pulled away. He watched as she slowly opened her eyes.
“Kiss me.” She implored.
And he lost it. He kissed her. With all the remaining grain of control he had, he kissed her. Pulling her chin to open her mouth to his; kissing her deeper and deeper, his tongue tasting her. And she was in his arms, fragile and with bare energy after what he did yet she was responding to his every move, mirroring his action knowing it would please him as much as it is to her.
He then felt her hands tugging his shirt. He pulled back and smirked apologetically. “Sorry.” She giggled but upon seeing the upper part of his body, his chiselled abs, wonderfully sculpted chest, broad shoulders, and firm biceps, all she could do is bit her lip and stare. Instinctively her hands reached for him and marvelled at his perfection.
Tossing the shirt on the side he went back to business causing her to gasp as his lips crushed into her. And he couldn’t take it any longer. Hands shaking, he tore open his fly, finally allowing his manhood to spring free.
Her breathing went shallow as she looked down on him, her eyes widening. “What? It’s not like you haven’t seen it all the time?” He chuckled as she blinked at him.
“I need you.” He said hoarsely. And when she did nothing but stare at him, he repeated. “I need you now.”
“Protection?” she smiled shyly at him as his hardness was inches away from her core.
“On the table next to you.” He motioned to her right. And there it was, a box of condoms, two empty foils lying next to it. She handed him one. And he didn’t waste any time as he put it in place. And when all things were settled, he glanced at her flushed features, her hair in disarray, her chest moving up and down matching his. And he was sure; it’s going to be fast.
She felt that it’s going to happen as she wrapped her legs tight around him with the remaining strength she has, he positioned himself to cover her as his hand intertwined around hers.
And he entered her.
He ought to go slow but she was so wet and ready for him that he just slid inside, even as she gasped at the intrusion. Even as he felt her jerk, even as her hand tightened their grip.
“Did that hurt?” he grunted through his clenched teeth.
She shook her head. “Don’t stop.” She moaned. “Please.”
“Never.” He vowed. “Never.”
He moved and she moved beneath him. It was beautiful; how she felt around him, how tight and how perfect it feels. Like she was created for him, like two jigsaw pieces that fit. He went deeper. He went faster. And she was crying his name over and over again. And they were already so aroused that it didn’t take any longer for their worlds to explode mere seconds from each other.
His body surrendered and flopped on top of her. Their breathing ragged and heavy while the late morning sun scatter across the room.
“So..” he was nuzzling her neck. “D’you remember now or should I explain more in details?”
**
P.S.
So, is there really a need for him to explain more in details? lol If you want all the juicy stuff, wait for the next update, ne? Don't forget to share your thoughts, I love reading them. <3
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