Saisho wa guu janken pon! (Part II)
Genre: Real Life
Characters/Pairings: Inoue Mao, Matsumoto Jun,
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 knowwwww, this was supposed to be posted last month. I deeply apologize for breaking my promise. As what I raised on Saisho wa guu janken pon! part 1, whoever got the majority vote will get the much coveted underwear, and as per my count, Mao won a landslide of votes. Hooray Mao-chan!! So yeah, this part II depicts how things turned out. lol I have finished writing up this one weeks ago but I have never found the courage to post it because, well, after so many attempts, i felt it wasn't enough and it won't reach your expectation. I wanted it to be good atleast. And this is what i came up with after days of deliberation and numerous edits and revisions. Believe me when I say it's troublesome to cut out parts and replace them and realize the other one is better and paste it again and then when you thought it's fine, you came up with another. Ugh. the perks of having a moody muse and lack of sleep. and that inner stubborness to write something like this because as you all know, this is not my genre. HAHA
So yeah. I made this extra long and juicy just to compensate on the late post. It's almost 7k words, i do hope LJ would allow me to post it as it is. If not, then it would be a double post. lol no. I do hope that you like it :>
Without further ado, open the door to some moe <3
“I am not doing this…” she muttered as she gazed at her reflection. The huge floor length mirror from the lavish walk in closet showed a displeased Inoue Mao clad in a French maid costume. Her hair in a bob on top of her head with loose strands framing her cherubic face. She decided not to fulfill what he asked for the moment she saw it. Despite that the food is already prepared and ready, despite that she already arranged the dining area. Despite that she promised him. This is just…not her. Though he didn’t exactly disclosed what he wanted, he just sent this package that came in yesterday; a huge white box wrapped in eloquently arranged cream ribbon. And a card attached with his neat and distinct handwriting saying: I don’t mind if you wear this every day.
Mao turned to her right and assessed the trouble that it may cause. It was a form fitting piece of silk and is trimmed with white lace. “Jun baka…” seeing the low scoop neckline with short puff sleeves. And the idiot that he is, taking every chance that he could avail had the thing cut very short, short enough that she’s fairly sure her derriere’s going to show even if she’s not bending. She tried nonetheless.
And she’s right.
Mao wanted to tear apart the delicate garment. More likely she wanted to tear his body into pieces. She did won her underwear but what he asked for is plain evil.
“Baby?” Jun’s voice suddenly halted her thoughts.
“I hate you.”
He chuckled.
She huffed as she pirouetted, tugged and adjusted the darned thing. It won’t budge. Still too short, still showed her assets.
Mao picked up her iPhone and shrieked “I am not doing this Matsumoto!!” Hoping he’s using his earphones so that some sense might get through his thick skull. “This is stupid-“. Thoughts flooded and it was somehow overwhelming. Winning that janken game was glorious. Seeing the utter horror etched on his handsome face was priceless. How he begged and begged for a second match, how he pleaded and tried to supplicate her with things that would usually make her sway. Ergo, she was firm as Mt. Fuji. Nothing would make her think twice of handing him her underwear. For heaven’s sake it was her underwear! And her name was written on it. Was he even thinking when he took it from her drawer? It was for the best. He should have known. The secrecy is in compromise if he continues to act based on his instinct. But this does not mean that she doesn’t trust him and what he does. It’s just that, at times there’s a need to remind him.
Or poke him on the rib.
“But baby, you promised…” he calmly said. Anything. Her promise echoed inside her brain. Except the underwear of course.
And that tone, she knew him too well that his sad face flashed on the back of her lids. “I know. I just don’t get this.” And pressed the iPhone against her chin. Silence filled them. And that silence allowed her to listen to the beating of her heart. It thumped. She could not afford to see that sad look on his face. How could he do this to her? It’s not that she gives in to whatever he wants all the time, it’s just that they’re going to be apart for some time and meeting would be more difficult than before. She knows it’s going to haunt her; when they begin to focus on their respective work and the only memory she had during these times is his sad puppy pleading look. That what she would remember most of the time is Matsumoto Jun sulking and pouting and staring at her like a kid asking for another scoop of ice cream. The past two days he was looking at her way then when she’d catch him, he would pretend to look at something else or fidget. And when she goes back to whatever she’s doing, he’d go back to his staring business again.
He sighed for the millionth time from the other end of the line. “I just want to see you wearing that thing again.”
It’s not that bad. Her subconscious nudged her. She opened her mouth to speak but ended up biting her lower lip. She looked warily again at her reflection. The structure and the way that the fabric hugged her body so perfectly like it was a second skin, impeccably emphasized her curves, and her breasts were pushed up to an incredible height; whilst the bodice, adorned by the crisscrossed lace, tucked her already flat stomach.
“You are so annoying-“. Mao rubbed her temples and closed her eyes. She sat on the carpeted floor; her knees might give up to whatever she’s going to say. “Just this once…”
And like lightning, the enthusiasm was all over his hushed snicker.
“I’m almost there.” She heard the buzzes and street sounds from his background.
“Hey, drive carefully!”
“Baby, I need to hang up now. I’ll see you in a few.” He sounded in a rush. And Mao became concerned that he’s speeding again. “Love you…”
The beeping tone signaled the end of conversation. And she’s left thinking if she made the right decision. Should she just shove that watermelon printed underwear right up at his face the moment he arrives? Or go with this stupidity?
**
“Hi.” He breathlessly uttered the moment he saw her figure standing by the doorway, clad in that French Maid costume he ordered a week ago, it was surreal. It was everything he pictured her to be. No, the real thing is much better. Much much better. That it’s taking his breath, that it’s compelling his sanity away, that it’s pulling out every piece of him to her like gravity. And just like that, time stood still.
She’s just achingly stunning.
“Okaerinasaimase, goshujinsama!” Mao bowed. How she practiced a dozen times how to greet when he’s home didn’t seem to work as she felt embarrassed and at the verge of laughing it off. It’s silly. It’s not her in numerous ways. She may be an actress and she could portray different roles and personalities but this, in real life, and infront of him is just out of her comfort zone. And now that she could feel his gaze boring her, blood began to rush to her cheeks. “Daijubo goshujinsama?” And tilted her head to the right.
“Sugoi ne..” Jun cleared his throat and took a step forward. His heavy breathing the only thing that can be heard inside the room. Yet he’s crying and pumping his fist in the air inside his mind. “Did you wait for me?”
“It is an honor waiting for you to come home, goshujinsama.” Mao smiled innocently.
And he kept on looking at her face as silence enveloped them.
“What are you looking at?” She asked normally. And then rule number 3 popped inside her head. Smile and act cute all the time, it said from some website. Mao cleared her throat and went back to business. “Is there something wrong with my face, goshujinsama?”
It’s like reverie went away as Jun’s gaze focused and he shook his head lightly, yet never leaving his eyes on her face. Despite that her bosom is distracting him like a pool of water to a lost wanderer on a blazing desert. “Nothing. It’s just-“ And he reached to pull her to him.
“Chotto, goshujinsama…”
Mao took a step back shyly and straightened her skirt. “You know the rules.”
“What rules?”
“No physical touch.” And smiled again. Ha ha! Matsumoto, I’m still winning. She thought.
“Eh?” he looked harassed. “Heh?”
“Maji- Are you serious?”
Mao blinked like she didn’t see his strained expression. “It’s a basic rule, goshujinsama” She gestured to the dining area. “Please.”
“Ja, what shall my goshujinsama have for dinner?” As she handed him the menu. He was still dumbstruck.. “Hai~ menu-desu.”
He stared at the piece of paper on his hand which was playfully crafted by her skillful drawing and handwriting. “What rules baby? Can we not have them-“ as he flipped the paper and stared at the blank side. “Are? Is this all?”
“Haii~ One omelette rice for my goshujinsama.” She announced.
“Heh? But I haven’t given my order yet.”
She stopped and pouted. “Does my goshujinsama want something else?”
Jun assessed the situation and realized. “I want omelette rice with ketsup, please.”Cooking has never been good to her. She’s just hapless in the kitchen. And this probably was what she came up.
She grinned and he forgot to breathe. ’Please make yourself comfortable while I prepare your order, goshujinsama.” She bowed low and slow, feeling his eyes all over her chest and though this is part of his daily activity, it felt a little more intense. Maybe it was her costume or maybe because she’s feeling the role. Either way, she wanted this to be over.
Jun whistled as he waited, stealing glances at Mao when she wasn’t looking. The attraction is overpowering. She’s so stunning, so amazingly startling that anyone near her couldn’t help but blur and fade into the background. It was, Jun allowed, difficult to look at anyone else when she’s in the room. Even when she’s not, she’s always inside his brain. His brain which was filled with images of her. Mao bending over her dog, her face etched with that eternal adoration for that boston terrier. Mao giggling as her manager assessed the ruckus that she just made. Mao cheering on his futsal game. And of course, Mao smiling wickedly when she won her underwear.
He glanced back over at her. This time her face was tilted in concentration.
“Is something wrong?”
“Uh… nothing.” She began to walk back to his side. And Jun had that moment to look at her full form again. Taking small cautious steps in those strappy heels and he could’nt take his eyes off those dainty feet that he would smolder with biting kisses especially when she’s being stubborn in the morning. How she’s weak and oh so moody when she wakes up, he missed that. And as she began to place his plate of omelette rice in front of him and arrange the cutlery, he clutched her to him.
“Goshujinsama!”
“Sssssshhhh.. don’t mind me.”
“Hey I told you-“
“Mmmmm.” His cheek pressing against the gentle curve of her belly. And she smelled like citrusy flowers and berries, that maddening scent that haunted him in his deepest slumbers and even when his fully awake.
“Master, what should we write on-“
“I need you.” He murmured, not sure if his words were lost in the layers of silk and satin that still kept her from him. “I need you now.”
“But you need to eat, goshujinsama.” She tried to pry from his embrace. “Besides I prepared this you know, you should atleast be responsible.” Now using her normal voice. “Jun, chotto!”
And the guy in question began to make incoherent noises. “Can we just not follow that rule? It’s stupid.”
“What should I decorate your omelette goshujinsama?” Mao started to take the cap of the ketsup container, completely ignoring his suggestion. “What do you want?”
“You.”
“Jun! Sit down please.” She gave him the look and he just stared back, batted his lashes and asked: “Nani?”
“May I decorate your omelette now?” Mao said, shaking her head in her inner mind theater because she knows there’s nothing she can possibly do, he does what he wants. It’s her fault anyway, she lets him have his way most of the time. It’s not that she didn’t try to discipline him, cause heaven knows she did but in the end she’d feel horrible for not giving in to what he wants. Or needs as to what he would categorize them.
She felt his hand began to run up and down her right thigh. “Uhmmm. I want you to write your feelings for me.”
“Hai, goshujinsama. I shall now write please stop touching me,”
“Oi oi oi.” Jun halted her in time before she even had the chance to write the first kanji. “That’s not what I meant.”
“I’m just following orders, goshujinsama.” Mao smiled innocently. “If you still want to continue this, please also follow the rules.” And bowed earnestly.
Despite that it was rather unsettling on his part; he pulled his firm grip around her hips, took one glance at her chest. And surrendered. “Hai. Sumimasen.”
Mao sighed. “So, shall we write Goodluck and do your best, Matsujun here?”
“Write something else.” He bit his lip. “What about I love you Jun-kun or You are my one and only.” Smiling in excitement that reached his eyes and had his cheeks burning.
“You are enjoying this huh?” As she grabbed the ketsup and began to decorate the omelette.
“You are so annoy-“ He read out loud following what she was writing. “Oi! chotto!” Jun grabbed her arm. “What are you doing?”
She giggled. “This is my job. I know what I’m doing.”
Now Matsumoto Jun’s face was etched with the opposite of delight seeing the writing on his omelette. ‘You are so annoying.’ It read. “I’m really annoying to you huh?” he glanced up at her happy expression beaming at him. And the next thing he knew was her lips pressed against his. He smiled. His heart warming up at the first kiss of the night.
“You are so annoying Matsumoto, but I love you.” Mao then added a heart shaped decoration. “Do you like it, goshujinsama?”
His cheeks were still burning. “Yeah. This is an original. Will you kiss me again?” closing his eyes and making one kissy face by pouting his lip and reaching for her face but she welcomed his assault with her palm.
“Let me get you a drink first-“ And she turned around a little too clumsily, forgetting that maids should be graceful and poised. He wanted to laugh but the moment he saw her backside, the incredibly short skirt crumpled on the hem allowed him to peek underneath, Jun almost had a heart attack. She’s wearing that underwear a.k.a. his comfort blanket.
She’s wearing it again. Wearing it underneath this maid costume. And parading it right before him.
This means war.
Instinct took over, he dashed and followed her to the kitchen. And there she was standing with her back facing him, the yellow dimmed light from the open fridge highlighting her form, like an ethereal goddess, it was almost otherworldly. And when she turned to face him, the surprised smile on her face was priceless. The refrigerator’s door gave a noiseless thump as she pushed it close; making her way to the kitchen counter, a bottle of freshly squeezed Orange juice on one hand and an empty glass on the other. “Do you need someth-“
She stopped mid sentence seeing the look on his face. With just three long strides he was standing right before her. “What’s wrong?” The short distance allowed her to see how his pupils were dilated, his midnight black eyes enveloping her into an abyss of wonder. It reminded her somehow of the black lit canopy of painting she once made when she was younger. A sudden chill cascaded down her spine as she saw glint reflected in Jun’s eyes.
“Hi.” Jun breathed, like seeing her for the first time. And he continued to stare with an admiration and appreciation that is in some way making her feel uncomfortable; she’s rather unsure whether it is from the proximity or that she’s clad in this tight dress, making her breathing rush. Jun reached over and pulled away the maid headdress with white ruffles and on cue, her hair fell seductively across her shoulders and over her face. She saw his adam’s apple move as he swallowed. He bestowed upon her a burning gaze so powerful she felt her skin flare, her head spin, and her stomach clench. His presence and the amount of desire pooled into his expression is so powerful, it was as if time stood still. She was supposed to be in charge, yet now, all that’s left is to succumb to his will. His breathing grew shallower. And Jun, in this relaxed and playful moment had managed to reduce the powerful succubus to a quivering mess in need for his touch.
And before she could even respond he leaned down and captured her lips in a brief yet searing kiss. “I miss you.” He confessed.
“But I’m here. Stop talking nonsense-“
But he silenced her with a finger to her lips. “Shhh.” He admonished. She saw him smile. That boyish smile that won her heart over and over again. And kissed her again. Only their lips touching, her hands were rather tangled with the hem of her dress. Tugging on each side, like she’s pulling her sanity into place. “Haven’t you learned that you should never ever contradict your master when he adores you?”
She shivered with delight. With the same hand, he stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers, then slid them down her neck to the tender skin that peeked above her bodice. “I haven’t told you yet, you’re so beautiful.” He breathed against her ear. “So beautiful.” And kissed her again with so much intensity that shook her body, that had her soul trembling; knowing how weak her knees are with whatever that concerns him, she raised her arms and tangled them around his neck, playing with the soft curls on his nape. His hands travelled south, feeling her curves, pulling her to him; she moaned into the kiss and allowed Jun’s warm tongue to enter her mouth. With her back arched, completely depending on his arm for support as he devoured her expertly, all she could think of is how she’s be able to resist and keep her sanity in place when he’s this mouth-watering, this tempting , this delicious piece of perfection.
Mao pulled away, pursing her just bitten plump lips in embarrassment. “C-come now, your food is getting cold.” But Jun’s hand squeezed tighter around her hips. “Nope, you’re not going anywhere.” He held her gaze for mere seconds before gathering both sides of his shirt and pulling it up until his bare chest, his perfectly sculpted abs, was all she could see. She blinked at him. Her eyes, dark and large and filled with wonder, and he smiled, slowly with satisfaction. “You seem to have not seen me naked before.” He murmured.
“In the kitchen?” she replied rather in a low voice. “No.”
“Oh.” He leaned forward and began to play with the ribbon holding her bodice together. “You need to get used to it then.” He pulled the ribbon loose yet the tight feeling within her didn’t fade away a bit. And when he began to pull the strings loose enough that he could pull the fabric over her breasts. “No brassiere?” He murmured appreciatively, running a finger between her breasts.
She shook her head; a breathy answer escaped her parted lips. “The costume didn’t allow it.”
One side of his mouth lifted into a very male smile. “Remind me to send bonus to the store owner where I got this.” His hand moved lower and lower, and he cupped one breast, squeezing it softly, feeling a groan of desire rise up within him as a similar moan escape hers. “Mine.” He murmured. Lifting his hand and letting his eyes caress her. Who would’ve thought that by just simply staring at her, the pleasure is close to lovemaking.
His chest rose with his heavy breathing. He needed control, he had to continuously remind himself to take things slow. “Your hand, Inoue-san.” He gently ordered, and she obliged. She watched in fascination while Jun went to work on her glove. Tugging gently at each finger until they were loose, then sliding it down her arm and over her hand. The rush of the satin fabric was tingly that sent goosebumps all over her back.
“Your other hand please.”
She did and he repeated the same exquisite torture of tugging, and sliding the glove along her skin. But this time, when her hand was completely free from anything, he brought her pinky finger to his mouth, then drew it between his lips and sucked, swirling his tongue around the tip. And Mao felt the response pull within her; from her arm, shivering through her chest, shaking within her stomach until it pooled, hot and mysterious between her legs. Looking up at him, looming over her with his broad shoulders, one hand holding hers to his mouth, the other trapping her within his embrace. From that finger, he moved and began to kiss her open palm, to her wrist, slowly to the crook of her elbow, his gaze never leaving hers, his hot breath sweeping across her sensitive skin and that primitive smile still painted across his beautiful face. He looked feral, triumphant and powerfully possessive. That was enough to make her beat up knees go into frenzy.
“Kiss me.” she begged. “Kiss me now.”
Jun smiled before all things happened at once. His lips were on hers, teasing and eating greedily, while his hands caress her thighs beneath the ruffled skirt, one went up so as to pull and let some of her skin feel the cool brush of air, inch by inch exposing her chest. He trailed with his lips, sucking and biting the skin of her neck and along the line of her collarbone,
And it felt ages before she felt the rush of cold air on her face, it felt as if being underwater for a long time and resurfacing to breathe. But if feeling him rough against her, she’d rather drown in his endless sea. She opened her eyes and looked at him. She was falling, falling so hard for this man. Every single time. She moved her hand against his muscled chest and felt his strong heartbeat against her palm.
Jun pulled back and assessed his handiwork. The costume is now disheveled and barely hanging on her body, with the skirt like a rumpled pool of black and white on her waist. She’s now a hot mess. A breathtaking mess with her face flushed with desire. Her hair, dark and silky, framing her cherubic cheeks. Her lips slightly parted, shiny and plump. She’s real and human. And mine.
“I need you…” he murmured. “I need you now.” He leaned again and took her mouth. His hand eagerly began to search underneath her skirt.
Mao tilted her head free from him. “Here?” surprise was evident on her voice.
“Mmyesss.” He continued.
“B-but where?”
Jun made a clucking noise and shook his head. “Here.”
“Here?” She began to look down on the floor nervously. Not that she’s being choosy or anything but they made love once on the living room floor and the next thing they knew, she began to shiver and it was kind of uncomfortable.
Jun chuckled but leaned down, and through pursed lips, blew a soft stream of air over her nipple.
“Jun.” Mao gasped, arching even more.
“Yes baby. But not the floor. Don’t want to get this thing dirty.”
Mao stared up at the dangerous man before her. His thick curly hair fell over his forehead, giving him an oddly boyish air, but his eyes burned with adult desire. He wanted her. It was thrilling. This guy, whom every woman lusted for, wanted her. Needed her.
And it just made her feel the most beautiful woman alive. “Anywhere is fine.” She gulped and tried to smile.
Jun caught the expression on her face. “Trust me.” he smiled gently. And pecked her lips before maneuvering her to turn around; and ever so cautiously, pushed her forward so that she’s leaning against the countertop for support. Mao willfully obliged and used both hands to locate the most comfortable position. Yet she couldn’t help but gasp and shiver at the touch of the cold marble against her skin. She couldn’t see him but she could hear him frantically pulling off his belt. Then that thump of his trousers meeting the floor. She giggled. “Relax baby. We’re not rushing, are we?”
Her giggling stopped when she felt his hardness poking the left side of her butt. Seeing it all the time, she could clearly picture inside her mind how it looked like. Mao swallowed convulsively. Now it’s his time to grin. “Yep, we’re going to take this nice and slow.” Before showering her back with biting kisses. His hands settled on the curve of her hip as he nuzzled her neck and used his leg to part her legs wider. His hands expertly reached beneath all the ruffles. And found the delicate garter of her panty. He bit his lip and stared at her backside, all for him to marvel. Jun felt his mouth water, without hesitation he grabbed one tight cheek and squeezed. Mao’s eyes widened as she heard a smacking sound followed by the searing pain of his palms landing on the same butt cheek he just caressed. “Ow!” the tingling sensation of lying on the cold marble top and the burning sensation on her behind was just unexplainable that her muscles quivered and a rush of indrawn breath pass over her lips. “Sshhh.” He said soothingly, distracting her by planting one kiss on the same burning spot.
And he did the same thing again, this time on the other butt cheek. She groaned not in pain, rather in desire.
Jun eyed her now reddened backside one more time, storing that image inside his brain’s harddrive so as not to forget how perfect it looked. If his eyes could just take pictures, if he could only take a photo as a souvenir, but he knew that his key to her room will be confiscated if he followed the urge. So languidly, he began to pull down her underwear.
“Just tear them please.”
It was tempting as it was agonizing on his part. “No baby, there won’t be tearing tonight. Besides, we’re not rushing are we?” She heard him say. And before she could ask him to pull down the thing faster, she felt one of his fingers slid inside. All she could do is moan. All she could do is close her eyes and feel his wicked ways creep through her vines, to her spine to every inch of her. When he dipped a second finger, she jerked with surprise and licked her lips in anticipation. In this position, under his mercy, to be handled and touched by this strong man who could easily crush her into a million pieces is more than enough to drive her into euphoria.
He moved closer, trying all his best to hold his control, trying his best to remain gentle and slow, but his need is getting stronger and stronger that his breathing grew ragged and labored. Now that the darned underwear is lying on the floor, there’s nothing between them. She’s ready for him. More than ready to be exact. Jun opened the drawer by his side and pulled out an open box of condoms, pulled one sachet and tore it using his teeth.
“You keep one here?”
“For emergency purposes.” He grinned at his ingeniousness.
Her brow rose at that. “Seriously, what if someone-“
“Sshh.” And Mao felt him move behind her as she dare not glance at his direction, then his strong hands held her hips firmly. She heard him speak her name in benediction. Then she felt his intimate invasion. Inching forward as he spoke through gritted teeth “Does it hurt?” She shook her head. It was exquisite, like always. And as usual, he would ask her condition. Her sight was focused on the glass of orange juice that she was just preparing awhile ago, the droplets of water now roll on the side of the glass until it reached the marble counter. She gave a little cry as he moved further for another inch. She could feel that he’s close enough to be fully embedded within her. And before she could even blink, he began to move; that ancient rhythm. Jun adjusted his grip, pulling her a little upwards which she obliged. Arching her backside and it did wonderful sensation inside. Her hips rising to meet his every thrust, moving against him.
“Oh, God, Mao.” He moaned and went even further, faster.
Her breath was coming faster and faster if not ragged in line with the frenzied power of his hips that is the rotating and stroking her very core. And she clutched at the countertop, pushing and holding onto it for dear life. She moaned his name as he groaned hers. Her muscled were stiff, tense and it was certainly getting hard to breathe. “Jun..” she gasped. “Please-“ and one of his hand slipped between them, touched her intimately and she screamed. He slammed forward one last time and everything went crystal white. She thought she was falling as her body shook. She needed air but she couldn’t’ breath properly. All she could do is lie on top of the cool marble countertop, fragile and immobile, a slave for his touch. The world simply disappeared right before her very eyes, But it was the most beautiful and magical thing.
Then she felt him moving within her before he became still, then he collapsed; the weight of him pressing her.
“So good…” he gasped against her bare back. Biting the same flesh, and pressing his face while she could hear his heavy breathing.
She gave a hearty giggle. “Baby, you’re heavy.”
And he pulled himself out as he also managed to pull her straight up and turn her around. Her angelic, blushing features greeted him and it was more than enough to make him hard again that he had to bury his face on the crook of her neck just to calm himself. She smoothen his hair, grabbed the maid head ribbon her took awhile ago from the counter top and tied it on his head, pulling away all the stray hair away from his handsome face. “Jun.” She murmured.
How he lifted his head and open his eyes, it all seemed some Herculean effort.
“Are we done with this, goshujinsama?” she straightened her maid outfit down the ruffled ends and began pulling up her bodice as it now advertise a handful of her cleavage.
Then when she thought he was still catching his breath, one of his brows arched into what might’ve been the most arrogant expression to bestow a face. “We just started, love.”
She stared at him, unable to form a decent return, something that would pull the mischievousness and anticipation on his face. It scared her as much as she’s delighted seeing him satisfied and glowing, but with the tone of his voice paralleled by the look he’s giving her, it seemed that this night would be one of the longest, yet.
He leaned in until his nose touched her proud ones, until she could count the specks of his dark dilated eyes framed by those long black lashes. “Now…shall we see the laundry area?”
**
Much later that night, Jun was lying on his side in bed, cradling his girlfriend , who had snuggled her back up to his front and was presently sleeping soundly.
Which was rather fortunate, he realized, as the rain began to pour outside.
He tried to nudge the covers up over her exposed ear so that she won’t hear the drops beating against the window, but she was fidgety in sleep as she was when awake, and he could not manage to pull it even close to her neck when she shook it off. He was unsure whether the rain would develop into something which would bring thunder and lightning but the way is sounds, the probability is high.
Mao was growing a little more restless at his side and he made ssshhhhing sounds as he rubbed his palm against the satin like smoothness of her arm. The loud rain drops didn’t woke her up but it meddled her slumber. She began to move, turning until she was curled up facing him.
“I’m here.” he murmured pulling her closer, tucking one stray lock behind her ear. He smiled upon seeing the planes of her face. Her lips slightly puckered, her cupid’s bow highlighted by the shadow of her proud nose. And she was tempting him. Even when she’s sleeping, even when she’s just watching TV, even when she’s eating. Dammit, specially when she’s sulking and avoiding him. She’s just perfect, utterly beautiful to him, and he constantly feels a primitive sense of possession. And a sense of satisfaction seeing how men swarm around her like bees but it was him who won her heart. And how she’s oblivious to her effect on the male specie. She’s just that, like ball of sunshine trapped inside this small body. And he couldn’t understand that simple fact. How she so effortlessly possessed him. How she had him with that smile and that many expression she owns. How she took his breath away faster than lightning. How she, unknowingly, trapped him into her world. And pulled him. Like gravity.
It wasn’t something he could explain. It was just something he knew. And felt.
He never feared love. Or anything that goes around with it. It’s natural. Like how the seasons would change or how the lazy ocean hugs the shore. It’s just that he didn’t think it was possible. For him to fall again, for him to feel something so strong and powerful towards another. After losing a previous love affair, after that heartbreak, how could his heart betray what his mind was set to believe?
And until now it puzzles him. To the extent that he’d get lost in his own thoughts.
Fate played with him and meeting Mao had sent his life down an alternate path; it was road that had loops, turns and detours. But it was an adventure he’s willing to travel over and over again over this lifetime and the next one. And all the lifetime he’s entitled to have. Falling madly inlove with her is a continuous process, it doesn’t stop. It just grows and intensifies with every waking moment of his life. He loved her. He’s cares for her far too much. He craved her company when they’re apart and he’d dream about her at night, even as she’s in his arms.
It was something, this connection that they share. And it terrifies him as much as it fascinates him all the same.
Falling inlove wasn’t his plan. It was the last on his list. Yet she came. And he never wanted it to end.
Jun closed his eyes as he let out an exhale, wondering what the hell he’s supposed to do about the complication that they’re about to embark in the days and months to come. She’s going to be in and out of town. She’s going to be very busy with her taiga filming. And he’s trapped within the tight schedule of Arashi’s concert and their upcoming Hawaii trip. This is their job. There’s nothing they could possibly do. And the separation anxiety that he constantly feels is so strong it’s unexplainable. It’s insatiable. Hearing her voice at the end of the line would tug his heart and guts out. Seeing her face on his phone screen would drive him to his limits, to the extent that he’s willing to drive hours just to be by her side. And she’s always, always on his mind. It’s quiet ridiculous that everything reminds him of her. It’s insane.
And now she took his comfort blanket, how could he possibly survive?
Opening his eyes, he could still hear the pouring rain as he regarded Mao’s sleeping form. She was almost curled into a fetal position with her face pressed against his chest, a hand draped over his stomach, the other tucked between them, just beneath her chin. He wanted to adjust the AC; the remote was perched up on the wall near their bedroom door, he had to get up.
But when he shifted his weight and tried to pull away from under the covers, Mao tightened her grip and raised her left leg to wrap around his thigh. “Ssshhhh now. It’s alright. I’m only going to-“ . Then she began to mumble incomprehensible words, sounded like when she’s scolding him. He pressed his lips together to stop himself from chuckling. “Hai hai. I got it.” And began to pull her closer to him with the arm that she’s been using as her pillow. “You don’t even remember any of these.”
She was still moaning with her brows furrowed. “Baby I’m here.” he kissed the top of her head and gently placed his hand on the back of her knee to pull her leg up to his waist. “There there.” As he rubbed her bare thigh under the covers to produce heat. It was almost erotic as she’s close to lying on top of him; with her body pressed against him, wild thoughts began to roll inside his inner mind theater. It would be fairly easy sneaking up on her but she won’t like it. He tried it once a long time ago while she was sleeping then the next thing he knew he was banned from their room for a week. It was a nightmare. But it was worth the try.
He smirked as his hand began to move north, trailing the curve that is where her thigh and butt collides. He began to cautiously caress, biting his lower lip in the process. The urge to just grab it and push her to his pelvis is overwhelming.
“Jun-kun…” she whispered warningly. And he momentarily froze.
“Mmmm.” Jun was smiling triumphantly now. “Let’s go back to sleep now, baby.” But he doubted he could still find dreamland. His mind’s busy with ways to make love to her when she wakes up first thing tomorrow morning.
Realization struck him. She’ll be leaving again tomorrow. The weekend is over. This rendezvous is coming to an end. And in a few days he’ll be leaving for their 15th anniversary tour.
He sighed. All he wanted was for her to be by his side. For him to be by her side. Just that, nothing else. He felt her heavy breathing and hugged her tighter. “Mao…let’s drive away from here.”
But being apart taught him one thing, to be physically separated from someone you hold dear is much better than to be alienated from that someone altogether. He too realized, being apart lessened their fights. Though their usual bicker and debate goes on and on, there’s no major exchange of blows that has happened. And that being away from her had him looking forward to tomorrow, to the day they’d finally be back together, for him to go home and see the little of her head perched casually against the sofa and eating whatever is inside the fridge. The anticipation, the excitement and the rush is exhilarating as it was joyous. And every reunion, they make it memorable. Making each moment count. Though they may be apart, the communication is never lost. Having something to hold on to when he misses her big time also helped him to survive, something that reminded him of her more than anything. Making him feel that she’s around. Jun grinned against her hair. The maid costume maybe tucked and folded in his drawer, but the ruffled white lace that she used to tie her hair is now safe and sound inside his bag.
He felt victorious. A snicker escaped his lips, he cautiously glanced at her, she’s still heavily breathing and within her dreamland.
Coming home to Mao in a maid costume is probably the best but how could he attest to that when there’s nothing to compare it with? Certainly, he had to ask the dressmaker to rush that custom nurse costume first thing tomorrow.
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P.S.
Would you want to have another poll? lol kidding. Tell me your thoughts please....
Characters/Pairings: Inoue Mao, Matsumoto Jun,
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 knowwwww, this was supposed to be posted last month. I deeply apologize for breaking my promise. As what I raised on Saisho wa guu janken pon! part 1, whoever got the majority vote will get the much coveted underwear, and as per my count, Mao won a landslide of votes. Hooray Mao-chan!! So yeah, this part II depicts how things turned out. lol I have finished writing up this one weeks ago but I have never found the courage to post it because, well, after so many attempts, i felt it wasn't enough and it won't reach your expectation. I wanted it to be good atleast. And this is what i came up with after days of deliberation and numerous edits and revisions. Believe me when I say it's troublesome to cut out parts and replace them and realize the other one is better and paste it again and then when you thought it's fine, you came up with another. Ugh. the perks of having a moody muse and lack of sleep. and that inner stubborness to write something like this because as you all know, this is not my genre. HAHA
So yeah. I made this extra long and juicy just to compensate on the late post. It's almost 7k words, i do hope LJ would allow me to post it as it is. If not, then it would be a double post. lol no. I do hope that you like it :>
Without further ado, open the door to some moe <3
“I am not doing this…” she muttered as she gazed at her reflection. The huge floor length mirror from the lavish walk in closet showed a displeased Inoue Mao clad in a French maid costume. Her hair in a bob on top of her head with loose strands framing her cherubic face. She decided not to fulfill what he asked for the moment she saw it. Despite that the food is already prepared and ready, despite that she already arranged the dining area. Despite that she promised him. This is just…not her. Though he didn’t exactly disclosed what he wanted, he just sent this package that came in yesterday; a huge white box wrapped in eloquently arranged cream ribbon. And a card attached with his neat and distinct handwriting saying: I don’t mind if you wear this every day.
Mao turned to her right and assessed the trouble that it may cause. It was a form fitting piece of silk and is trimmed with white lace. “Jun baka…” seeing the low scoop neckline with short puff sleeves. And the idiot that he is, taking every chance that he could avail had the thing cut very short, short enough that she’s fairly sure her derriere’s going to show even if she’s not bending. She tried nonetheless.
And she’s right.
Mao wanted to tear apart the delicate garment. More likely she wanted to tear his body into pieces. She did won her underwear but what he asked for is plain evil.
“Baby?” Jun’s voice suddenly halted her thoughts.
“I hate you.”
He chuckled.
She huffed as she pirouetted, tugged and adjusted the darned thing. It won’t budge. Still too short, still showed her assets.
Mao picked up her iPhone and shrieked “I am not doing this Matsumoto!!” Hoping he’s using his earphones so that some sense might get through his thick skull. “This is stupid-“. Thoughts flooded and it was somehow overwhelming. Winning that janken game was glorious. Seeing the utter horror etched on his handsome face was priceless. How he begged and begged for a second match, how he pleaded and tried to supplicate her with things that would usually make her sway. Ergo, she was firm as Mt. Fuji. Nothing would make her think twice of handing him her underwear. For heaven’s sake it was her underwear! And her name was written on it. Was he even thinking when he took it from her drawer? It was for the best. He should have known. The secrecy is in compromise if he continues to act based on his instinct. But this does not mean that she doesn’t trust him and what he does. It’s just that, at times there’s a need to remind him.
Or poke him on the rib.
“But baby, you promised…” he calmly said. Anything. Her promise echoed inside her brain. Except the underwear of course.
And that tone, she knew him too well that his sad face flashed on the back of her lids. “I know. I just don’t get this.” And pressed the iPhone against her chin. Silence filled them. And that silence allowed her to listen to the beating of her heart. It thumped. She could not afford to see that sad look on his face. How could he do this to her? It’s not that she gives in to whatever he wants all the time, it’s just that they’re going to be apart for some time and meeting would be more difficult than before. She knows it’s going to haunt her; when they begin to focus on their respective work and the only memory she had during these times is his sad puppy pleading look. That what she would remember most of the time is Matsumoto Jun sulking and pouting and staring at her like a kid asking for another scoop of ice cream. The past two days he was looking at her way then when she’d catch him, he would pretend to look at something else or fidget. And when she goes back to whatever she’s doing, he’d go back to his staring business again.
He sighed for the millionth time from the other end of the line. “I just want to see you wearing that thing again.”
It’s not that bad. Her subconscious nudged her. She opened her mouth to speak but ended up biting her lower lip. She looked warily again at her reflection. The structure and the way that the fabric hugged her body so perfectly like it was a second skin, impeccably emphasized her curves, and her breasts were pushed up to an incredible height; whilst the bodice, adorned by the crisscrossed lace, tucked her already flat stomach.
“You are so annoying-“. Mao rubbed her temples and closed her eyes. She sat on the carpeted floor; her knees might give up to whatever she’s going to say. “Just this once…”
And like lightning, the enthusiasm was all over his hushed snicker.
“I’m almost there.” She heard the buzzes and street sounds from his background.
“Hey, drive carefully!”
“Baby, I need to hang up now. I’ll see you in a few.” He sounded in a rush. And Mao became concerned that he’s speeding again. “Love you…”
The beeping tone signaled the end of conversation. And she’s left thinking if she made the right decision. Should she just shove that watermelon printed underwear right up at his face the moment he arrives? Or go with this stupidity?
**
“Hi.” He breathlessly uttered the moment he saw her figure standing by the doorway, clad in that French Maid costume he ordered a week ago, it was surreal. It was everything he pictured her to be. No, the real thing is much better. Much much better. That it’s taking his breath, that it’s compelling his sanity away, that it’s pulling out every piece of him to her like gravity. And just like that, time stood still.
She’s just achingly stunning.
“Okaerinasaimase, goshujinsama!” Mao bowed. How she practiced a dozen times how to greet when he’s home didn’t seem to work as she felt embarrassed and at the verge of laughing it off. It’s silly. It’s not her in numerous ways. She may be an actress and she could portray different roles and personalities but this, in real life, and infront of him is just out of her comfort zone. And now that she could feel his gaze boring her, blood began to rush to her cheeks. “Daijubo goshujinsama?” And tilted her head to the right.
“Sugoi ne..” Jun cleared his throat and took a step forward. His heavy breathing the only thing that can be heard inside the room. Yet he’s crying and pumping his fist in the air inside his mind. “Did you wait for me?”
“It is an honor waiting for you to come home, goshujinsama.” Mao smiled innocently.
And he kept on looking at her face as silence enveloped them.
“What are you looking at?” She asked normally. And then rule number 3 popped inside her head. Smile and act cute all the time, it said from some website. Mao cleared her throat and went back to business. “Is there something wrong with my face, goshujinsama?”
It’s like reverie went away as Jun’s gaze focused and he shook his head lightly, yet never leaving his eyes on her face. Despite that her bosom is distracting him like a pool of water to a lost wanderer on a blazing desert. “Nothing. It’s just-“ And he reached to pull her to him.
“Chotto, goshujinsama…”
Mao took a step back shyly and straightened her skirt. “You know the rules.”
“What rules?”
“No physical touch.” And smiled again. Ha ha! Matsumoto, I’m still winning. She thought.
“Eh?” he looked harassed. “Heh?”
“Maji- Are you serious?”
Mao blinked like she didn’t see his strained expression. “It’s a basic rule, goshujinsama” She gestured to the dining area. “Please.”
“Ja, what shall my goshujinsama have for dinner?” As she handed him the menu. He was still dumbstruck.. “Hai~ menu-desu.”
He stared at the piece of paper on his hand which was playfully crafted by her skillful drawing and handwriting. “What rules baby? Can we not have them-“ as he flipped the paper and stared at the blank side. “Are? Is this all?”
“Haii~ One omelette rice for my goshujinsama.” She announced.
“Heh? But I haven’t given my order yet.”
She stopped and pouted. “Does my goshujinsama want something else?”
Jun assessed the situation and realized. “I want omelette rice with ketsup, please.”Cooking has never been good to her. She’s just hapless in the kitchen. And this probably was what she came up.
She grinned and he forgot to breathe. ’Please make yourself comfortable while I prepare your order, goshujinsama.” She bowed low and slow, feeling his eyes all over her chest and though this is part of his daily activity, it felt a little more intense. Maybe it was her costume or maybe because she’s feeling the role. Either way, she wanted this to be over.
Jun whistled as he waited, stealing glances at Mao when she wasn’t looking. The attraction is overpowering. She’s so stunning, so amazingly startling that anyone near her couldn’t help but blur and fade into the background. It was, Jun allowed, difficult to look at anyone else when she’s in the room. Even when she’s not, she’s always inside his brain. His brain which was filled with images of her. Mao bending over her dog, her face etched with that eternal adoration for that boston terrier. Mao giggling as her manager assessed the ruckus that she just made. Mao cheering on his futsal game. And of course, Mao smiling wickedly when she won her underwear.
He glanced back over at her. This time her face was tilted in concentration.
“Is something wrong?”
“Uh… nothing.” She began to walk back to his side. And Jun had that moment to look at her full form again. Taking small cautious steps in those strappy heels and he could’nt take his eyes off those dainty feet that he would smolder with biting kisses especially when she’s being stubborn in the morning. How she’s weak and oh so moody when she wakes up, he missed that. And as she began to place his plate of omelette rice in front of him and arrange the cutlery, he clutched her to him.
“Goshujinsama!”
“Sssssshhhh.. don’t mind me.”
“Hey I told you-“
“Mmmmm.” His cheek pressing against the gentle curve of her belly. And she smelled like citrusy flowers and berries, that maddening scent that haunted him in his deepest slumbers and even when his fully awake.
“Master, what should we write on-“
“I need you.” He murmured, not sure if his words were lost in the layers of silk and satin that still kept her from him. “I need you now.”
“But you need to eat, goshujinsama.” She tried to pry from his embrace. “Besides I prepared this you know, you should atleast be responsible.” Now using her normal voice. “Jun, chotto!”
And the guy in question began to make incoherent noises. “Can we just not follow that rule? It’s stupid.”
“What should I decorate your omelette goshujinsama?” Mao started to take the cap of the ketsup container, completely ignoring his suggestion. “What do you want?”
“You.”
“Jun! Sit down please.” She gave him the look and he just stared back, batted his lashes and asked: “Nani?”
“May I decorate your omelette now?” Mao said, shaking her head in her inner mind theater because she knows there’s nothing she can possibly do, he does what he wants. It’s her fault anyway, she lets him have his way most of the time. It’s not that she didn’t try to discipline him, cause heaven knows she did but in the end she’d feel horrible for not giving in to what he wants. Or needs as to what he would categorize them.
She felt his hand began to run up and down her right thigh. “Uhmmm. I want you to write your feelings for me.”
“Hai, goshujinsama. I shall now write please stop touching me,”
“Oi oi oi.” Jun halted her in time before she even had the chance to write the first kanji. “That’s not what I meant.”
“I’m just following orders, goshujinsama.” Mao smiled innocently. “If you still want to continue this, please also follow the rules.” And bowed earnestly.
Despite that it was rather unsettling on his part; he pulled his firm grip around her hips, took one glance at her chest. And surrendered. “Hai. Sumimasen.”
Mao sighed. “So, shall we write Goodluck and do your best, Matsujun here?”
“Write something else.” He bit his lip. “What about I love you Jun-kun or You are my one and only.” Smiling in excitement that reached his eyes and had his cheeks burning.
“You are enjoying this huh?” As she grabbed the ketsup and began to decorate the omelette.
“You are so annoy-“ He read out loud following what she was writing. “Oi! chotto!” Jun grabbed her arm. “What are you doing?”
She giggled. “This is my job. I know what I’m doing.”
Now Matsumoto Jun’s face was etched with the opposite of delight seeing the writing on his omelette. ‘You are so annoying.’ It read. “I’m really annoying to you huh?” he glanced up at her happy expression beaming at him. And the next thing he knew was her lips pressed against his. He smiled. His heart warming up at the first kiss of the night.
“You are so annoying Matsumoto, but I love you.” Mao then added a heart shaped decoration. “Do you like it, goshujinsama?”
His cheeks were still burning. “Yeah. This is an original. Will you kiss me again?” closing his eyes and making one kissy face by pouting his lip and reaching for her face but she welcomed his assault with her palm.
“Let me get you a drink first-“ And she turned around a little too clumsily, forgetting that maids should be graceful and poised. He wanted to laugh but the moment he saw her backside, the incredibly short skirt crumpled on the hem allowed him to peek underneath, Jun almost had a heart attack. She’s wearing that underwear a.k.a. his comfort blanket.
She’s wearing it again. Wearing it underneath this maid costume. And parading it right before him.
This means war.
Instinct took over, he dashed and followed her to the kitchen. And there she was standing with her back facing him, the yellow dimmed light from the open fridge highlighting her form, like an ethereal goddess, it was almost otherworldly. And when she turned to face him, the surprised smile on her face was priceless. The refrigerator’s door gave a noiseless thump as she pushed it close; making her way to the kitchen counter, a bottle of freshly squeezed Orange juice on one hand and an empty glass on the other. “Do you need someth-“
She stopped mid sentence seeing the look on his face. With just three long strides he was standing right before her. “What’s wrong?” The short distance allowed her to see how his pupils were dilated, his midnight black eyes enveloping her into an abyss of wonder. It reminded her somehow of the black lit canopy of painting she once made when she was younger. A sudden chill cascaded down her spine as she saw glint reflected in Jun’s eyes.
“Hi.” Jun breathed, like seeing her for the first time. And he continued to stare with an admiration and appreciation that is in some way making her feel uncomfortable; she’s rather unsure whether it is from the proximity or that she’s clad in this tight dress, making her breathing rush. Jun reached over and pulled away the maid headdress with white ruffles and on cue, her hair fell seductively across her shoulders and over her face. She saw his adam’s apple move as he swallowed. He bestowed upon her a burning gaze so powerful she felt her skin flare, her head spin, and her stomach clench. His presence and the amount of desire pooled into his expression is so powerful, it was as if time stood still. She was supposed to be in charge, yet now, all that’s left is to succumb to his will. His breathing grew shallower. And Jun, in this relaxed and playful moment had managed to reduce the powerful succubus to a quivering mess in need for his touch.
And before she could even respond he leaned down and captured her lips in a brief yet searing kiss. “I miss you.” He confessed.
“But I’m here. Stop talking nonsense-“
But he silenced her with a finger to her lips. “Shhh.” He admonished. She saw him smile. That boyish smile that won her heart over and over again. And kissed her again. Only their lips touching, her hands were rather tangled with the hem of her dress. Tugging on each side, like she’s pulling her sanity into place. “Haven’t you learned that you should never ever contradict your master when he adores you?”
She shivered with delight. With the same hand, he stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers, then slid them down her neck to the tender skin that peeked above her bodice. “I haven’t told you yet, you’re so beautiful.” He breathed against her ear. “So beautiful.” And kissed her again with so much intensity that shook her body, that had her soul trembling; knowing how weak her knees are with whatever that concerns him, she raised her arms and tangled them around his neck, playing with the soft curls on his nape. His hands travelled south, feeling her curves, pulling her to him; she moaned into the kiss and allowed Jun’s warm tongue to enter her mouth. With her back arched, completely depending on his arm for support as he devoured her expertly, all she could think of is how she’s be able to resist and keep her sanity in place when he’s this mouth-watering, this tempting , this delicious piece of perfection.
Mao pulled away, pursing her just bitten plump lips in embarrassment. “C-come now, your food is getting cold.” But Jun’s hand squeezed tighter around her hips. “Nope, you’re not going anywhere.” He held her gaze for mere seconds before gathering both sides of his shirt and pulling it up until his bare chest, his perfectly sculpted abs, was all she could see. She blinked at him. Her eyes, dark and large and filled with wonder, and he smiled, slowly with satisfaction. “You seem to have not seen me naked before.” He murmured.
“In the kitchen?” she replied rather in a low voice. “No.”
“Oh.” He leaned forward and began to play with the ribbon holding her bodice together. “You need to get used to it then.” He pulled the ribbon loose yet the tight feeling within her didn’t fade away a bit. And when he began to pull the strings loose enough that he could pull the fabric over her breasts. “No brassiere?” He murmured appreciatively, running a finger between her breasts.
She shook her head; a breathy answer escaped her parted lips. “The costume didn’t allow it.”
One side of his mouth lifted into a very male smile. “Remind me to send bonus to the store owner where I got this.” His hand moved lower and lower, and he cupped one breast, squeezing it softly, feeling a groan of desire rise up within him as a similar moan escape hers. “Mine.” He murmured. Lifting his hand and letting his eyes caress her. Who would’ve thought that by just simply staring at her, the pleasure is close to lovemaking.
His chest rose with his heavy breathing. He needed control, he had to continuously remind himself to take things slow. “Your hand, Inoue-san.” He gently ordered, and she obliged. She watched in fascination while Jun went to work on her glove. Tugging gently at each finger until they were loose, then sliding it down her arm and over her hand. The rush of the satin fabric was tingly that sent goosebumps all over her back.
“Your other hand please.”
She did and he repeated the same exquisite torture of tugging, and sliding the glove along her skin. But this time, when her hand was completely free from anything, he brought her pinky finger to his mouth, then drew it between his lips and sucked, swirling his tongue around the tip. And Mao felt the response pull within her; from her arm, shivering through her chest, shaking within her stomach until it pooled, hot and mysterious between her legs. Looking up at him, looming over her with his broad shoulders, one hand holding hers to his mouth, the other trapping her within his embrace. From that finger, he moved and began to kiss her open palm, to her wrist, slowly to the crook of her elbow, his gaze never leaving hers, his hot breath sweeping across her sensitive skin and that primitive smile still painted across his beautiful face. He looked feral, triumphant and powerfully possessive. That was enough to make her beat up knees go into frenzy.
“Kiss me.” she begged. “Kiss me now.”
Jun smiled before all things happened at once. His lips were on hers, teasing and eating greedily, while his hands caress her thighs beneath the ruffled skirt, one went up so as to pull and let some of her skin feel the cool brush of air, inch by inch exposing her chest. He trailed with his lips, sucking and biting the skin of her neck and along the line of her collarbone,
And it felt ages before she felt the rush of cold air on her face, it felt as if being underwater for a long time and resurfacing to breathe. But if feeling him rough against her, she’d rather drown in his endless sea. She opened her eyes and looked at him. She was falling, falling so hard for this man. Every single time. She moved her hand against his muscled chest and felt his strong heartbeat against her palm.
Jun pulled back and assessed his handiwork. The costume is now disheveled and barely hanging on her body, with the skirt like a rumpled pool of black and white on her waist. She’s now a hot mess. A breathtaking mess with her face flushed with desire. Her hair, dark and silky, framing her cherubic cheeks. Her lips slightly parted, shiny and plump. She’s real and human. And mine.
“I need you…” he murmured. “I need you now.” He leaned again and took her mouth. His hand eagerly began to search underneath her skirt.
Mao tilted her head free from him. “Here?” surprise was evident on her voice.
“Mmyesss.” He continued.
“B-but where?”
Jun made a clucking noise and shook his head. “Here.”
“Here?” She began to look down on the floor nervously. Not that she’s being choosy or anything but they made love once on the living room floor and the next thing they knew, she began to shiver and it was kind of uncomfortable.
Jun chuckled but leaned down, and through pursed lips, blew a soft stream of air over her nipple.
“Jun.” Mao gasped, arching even more.
“Yes baby. But not the floor. Don’t want to get this thing dirty.”
Mao stared up at the dangerous man before her. His thick curly hair fell over his forehead, giving him an oddly boyish air, but his eyes burned with adult desire. He wanted her. It was thrilling. This guy, whom every woman lusted for, wanted her. Needed her.
And it just made her feel the most beautiful woman alive. “Anywhere is fine.” She gulped and tried to smile.
Jun caught the expression on her face. “Trust me.” he smiled gently. And pecked her lips before maneuvering her to turn around; and ever so cautiously, pushed her forward so that she’s leaning against the countertop for support. Mao willfully obliged and used both hands to locate the most comfortable position. Yet she couldn’t help but gasp and shiver at the touch of the cold marble against her skin. She couldn’t see him but she could hear him frantically pulling off his belt. Then that thump of his trousers meeting the floor. She giggled. “Relax baby. We’re not rushing, are we?”
Her giggling stopped when she felt his hardness poking the left side of her butt. Seeing it all the time, she could clearly picture inside her mind how it looked like. Mao swallowed convulsively. Now it’s his time to grin. “Yep, we’re going to take this nice and slow.” Before showering her back with biting kisses. His hands settled on the curve of her hip as he nuzzled her neck and used his leg to part her legs wider. His hands expertly reached beneath all the ruffles. And found the delicate garter of her panty. He bit his lip and stared at her backside, all for him to marvel. Jun felt his mouth water, without hesitation he grabbed one tight cheek and squeezed. Mao’s eyes widened as she heard a smacking sound followed by the searing pain of his palms landing on the same butt cheek he just caressed. “Ow!” the tingling sensation of lying on the cold marble top and the burning sensation on her behind was just unexplainable that her muscles quivered and a rush of indrawn breath pass over her lips. “Sshhh.” He said soothingly, distracting her by planting one kiss on the same burning spot.
And he did the same thing again, this time on the other butt cheek. She groaned not in pain, rather in desire.
Jun eyed her now reddened backside one more time, storing that image inside his brain’s harddrive so as not to forget how perfect it looked. If his eyes could just take pictures, if he could only take a photo as a souvenir, but he knew that his key to her room will be confiscated if he followed the urge. So languidly, he began to pull down her underwear.
“Just tear them please.”
It was tempting as it was agonizing on his part. “No baby, there won’t be tearing tonight. Besides, we’re not rushing are we?” She heard him say. And before she could ask him to pull down the thing faster, she felt one of his fingers slid inside. All she could do is moan. All she could do is close her eyes and feel his wicked ways creep through her vines, to her spine to every inch of her. When he dipped a second finger, she jerked with surprise and licked her lips in anticipation. In this position, under his mercy, to be handled and touched by this strong man who could easily crush her into a million pieces is more than enough to drive her into euphoria.
He moved closer, trying all his best to hold his control, trying his best to remain gentle and slow, but his need is getting stronger and stronger that his breathing grew ragged and labored. Now that the darned underwear is lying on the floor, there’s nothing between them. She’s ready for him. More than ready to be exact. Jun opened the drawer by his side and pulled out an open box of condoms, pulled one sachet and tore it using his teeth.
“You keep one here?”
“For emergency purposes.” He grinned at his ingeniousness.
Her brow rose at that. “Seriously, what if someone-“
“Sshh.” And Mao felt him move behind her as she dare not glance at his direction, then his strong hands held her hips firmly. She heard him speak her name in benediction. Then she felt his intimate invasion. Inching forward as he spoke through gritted teeth “Does it hurt?” She shook her head. It was exquisite, like always. And as usual, he would ask her condition. Her sight was focused on the glass of orange juice that she was just preparing awhile ago, the droplets of water now roll on the side of the glass until it reached the marble counter. She gave a little cry as he moved further for another inch. She could feel that he’s close enough to be fully embedded within her. And before she could even blink, he began to move; that ancient rhythm. Jun adjusted his grip, pulling her a little upwards which she obliged. Arching her backside and it did wonderful sensation inside. Her hips rising to meet his every thrust, moving against him.
“Oh, God, Mao.” He moaned and went even further, faster.
Her breath was coming faster and faster if not ragged in line with the frenzied power of his hips that is the rotating and stroking her very core. And she clutched at the countertop, pushing and holding onto it for dear life. She moaned his name as he groaned hers. Her muscled were stiff, tense and it was certainly getting hard to breathe. “Jun..” she gasped. “Please-“ and one of his hand slipped between them, touched her intimately and she screamed. He slammed forward one last time and everything went crystal white. She thought she was falling as her body shook. She needed air but she couldn’t’ breath properly. All she could do is lie on top of the cool marble countertop, fragile and immobile, a slave for his touch. The world simply disappeared right before her very eyes, But it was the most beautiful and magical thing.
Then she felt him moving within her before he became still, then he collapsed; the weight of him pressing her.
“So good…” he gasped against her bare back. Biting the same flesh, and pressing his face while she could hear his heavy breathing.
She gave a hearty giggle. “Baby, you’re heavy.”
And he pulled himself out as he also managed to pull her straight up and turn her around. Her angelic, blushing features greeted him and it was more than enough to make him hard again that he had to bury his face on the crook of her neck just to calm himself. She smoothen his hair, grabbed the maid head ribbon her took awhile ago from the counter top and tied it on his head, pulling away all the stray hair away from his handsome face. “Jun.” She murmured.
How he lifted his head and open his eyes, it all seemed some Herculean effort.
“Are we done with this, goshujinsama?” she straightened her maid outfit down the ruffled ends and began pulling up her bodice as it now advertise a handful of her cleavage.
Then when she thought he was still catching his breath, one of his brows arched into what might’ve been the most arrogant expression to bestow a face. “We just started, love.”
She stared at him, unable to form a decent return, something that would pull the mischievousness and anticipation on his face. It scared her as much as she’s delighted seeing him satisfied and glowing, but with the tone of his voice paralleled by the look he’s giving her, it seemed that this night would be one of the longest, yet.
He leaned in until his nose touched her proud ones, until she could count the specks of his dark dilated eyes framed by those long black lashes. “Now…shall we see the laundry area?”
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Much later that night, Jun was lying on his side in bed, cradling his girlfriend , who had snuggled her back up to his front and was presently sleeping soundly.
Which was rather fortunate, he realized, as the rain began to pour outside.
He tried to nudge the covers up over her exposed ear so that she won’t hear the drops beating against the window, but she was fidgety in sleep as she was when awake, and he could not manage to pull it even close to her neck when she shook it off. He was unsure whether the rain would develop into something which would bring thunder and lightning but the way is sounds, the probability is high.
Mao was growing a little more restless at his side and he made ssshhhhing sounds as he rubbed his palm against the satin like smoothness of her arm. The loud rain drops didn’t woke her up but it meddled her slumber. She began to move, turning until she was curled up facing him.
“I’m here.” he murmured pulling her closer, tucking one stray lock behind her ear. He smiled upon seeing the planes of her face. Her lips slightly puckered, her cupid’s bow highlighted by the shadow of her proud nose. And she was tempting him. Even when she’s sleeping, even when she’s just watching TV, even when she’s eating. Dammit, specially when she’s sulking and avoiding him. She’s just perfect, utterly beautiful to him, and he constantly feels a primitive sense of possession. And a sense of satisfaction seeing how men swarm around her like bees but it was him who won her heart. And how she’s oblivious to her effect on the male specie. She’s just that, like ball of sunshine trapped inside this small body. And he couldn’t understand that simple fact. How she so effortlessly possessed him. How she had him with that smile and that many expression she owns. How she took his breath away faster than lightning. How she, unknowingly, trapped him into her world. And pulled him. Like gravity.
It wasn’t something he could explain. It was just something he knew. And felt.
He never feared love. Or anything that goes around with it. It’s natural. Like how the seasons would change or how the lazy ocean hugs the shore. It’s just that he didn’t think it was possible. For him to fall again, for him to feel something so strong and powerful towards another. After losing a previous love affair, after that heartbreak, how could his heart betray what his mind was set to believe?
And until now it puzzles him. To the extent that he’d get lost in his own thoughts.
Fate played with him and meeting Mao had sent his life down an alternate path; it was road that had loops, turns and detours. But it was an adventure he’s willing to travel over and over again over this lifetime and the next one. And all the lifetime he’s entitled to have. Falling madly inlove with her is a continuous process, it doesn’t stop. It just grows and intensifies with every waking moment of his life. He loved her. He’s cares for her far too much. He craved her company when they’re apart and he’d dream about her at night, even as she’s in his arms.
It was something, this connection that they share. And it terrifies him as much as it fascinates him all the same.
Falling inlove wasn’t his plan. It was the last on his list. Yet she came. And he never wanted it to end.
Jun closed his eyes as he let out an exhale, wondering what the hell he’s supposed to do about the complication that they’re about to embark in the days and months to come. She’s going to be in and out of town. She’s going to be very busy with her taiga filming. And he’s trapped within the tight schedule of Arashi’s concert and their upcoming Hawaii trip. This is their job. There’s nothing they could possibly do. And the separation anxiety that he constantly feels is so strong it’s unexplainable. It’s insatiable. Hearing her voice at the end of the line would tug his heart and guts out. Seeing her face on his phone screen would drive him to his limits, to the extent that he’s willing to drive hours just to be by her side. And she’s always, always on his mind. It’s quiet ridiculous that everything reminds him of her. It’s insane.
And now she took his comfort blanket, how could he possibly survive?
Opening his eyes, he could still hear the pouring rain as he regarded Mao’s sleeping form. She was almost curled into a fetal position with her face pressed against his chest, a hand draped over his stomach, the other tucked between them, just beneath her chin. He wanted to adjust the AC; the remote was perched up on the wall near their bedroom door, he had to get up.
But when he shifted his weight and tried to pull away from under the covers, Mao tightened her grip and raised her left leg to wrap around his thigh. “Ssshhhh now. It’s alright. I’m only going to-“ . Then she began to mumble incomprehensible words, sounded like when she’s scolding him. He pressed his lips together to stop himself from chuckling. “Hai hai. I got it.” And began to pull her closer to him with the arm that she’s been using as her pillow. “You don’t even remember any of these.”
She was still moaning with her brows furrowed. “Baby I’m here.” he kissed the top of her head and gently placed his hand on the back of her knee to pull her leg up to his waist. “There there.” As he rubbed her bare thigh under the covers to produce heat. It was almost erotic as she’s close to lying on top of him; with her body pressed against him, wild thoughts began to roll inside his inner mind theater. It would be fairly easy sneaking up on her but she won’t like it. He tried it once a long time ago while she was sleeping then the next thing he knew he was banned from their room for a week. It was a nightmare. But it was worth the try.
He smirked as his hand began to move north, trailing the curve that is where her thigh and butt collides. He began to cautiously caress, biting his lower lip in the process. The urge to just grab it and push her to his pelvis is overwhelming.
“Jun-kun…” she whispered warningly. And he momentarily froze.
“Mmmm.” Jun was smiling triumphantly now. “Let’s go back to sleep now, baby.” But he doubted he could still find dreamland. His mind’s busy with ways to make love to her when she wakes up first thing tomorrow morning.
Realization struck him. She’ll be leaving again tomorrow. The weekend is over. This rendezvous is coming to an end. And in a few days he’ll be leaving for their 15th anniversary tour.
He sighed. All he wanted was for her to be by his side. For him to be by her side. Just that, nothing else. He felt her heavy breathing and hugged her tighter. “Mao…let’s drive away from here.”
But being apart taught him one thing, to be physically separated from someone you hold dear is much better than to be alienated from that someone altogether. He too realized, being apart lessened their fights. Though their usual bicker and debate goes on and on, there’s no major exchange of blows that has happened. And that being away from her had him looking forward to tomorrow, to the day they’d finally be back together, for him to go home and see the little of her head perched casually against the sofa and eating whatever is inside the fridge. The anticipation, the excitement and the rush is exhilarating as it was joyous. And every reunion, they make it memorable. Making each moment count. Though they may be apart, the communication is never lost. Having something to hold on to when he misses her big time also helped him to survive, something that reminded him of her more than anything. Making him feel that she’s around. Jun grinned against her hair. The maid costume maybe tucked and folded in his drawer, but the ruffled white lace that she used to tie her hair is now safe and sound inside his bag.
He felt victorious. A snicker escaped his lips, he cautiously glanced at her, she’s still heavily breathing and within her dreamland.
Coming home to Mao in a maid costume is probably the best but how could he attest to that when there’s nothing to compare it with? Certainly, he had to ask the dressmaker to rush that custom nurse costume first thing tomorrow.
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