Beautiful Bitch (chapter 1)
Title: Beautiful bitch
Author: Matsuaurore
Pairing: Sakumoto, Ohmiya (slight)
Genre: Au, angst, drama, romance, mpreg
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Summary: After their make-up, Sho and Jun have to deal with their busy careers and the pregnancy. The stubborn beautiful Asshole and the stubborn beautiful Diva will have to make concessions if they want their relationship to work out.
A/N: This story is a sequel of the previous fic, Beautiful Asshole. If you haven't read it, I advise you to do it before reading this one. The story takes place after the Sakumoto got together.
A Sakumoto version of the books, beautiful bastard.
Chapter 1:
Sho's pov:
When I was younger, my mother always told me to find a man who would be my equal.
"Don't fall in love for someone who'll put your world before his. Fall for a man who will fight for what he wants as much as you do. Find the man who makes you want to be a better man."
And I had found him, the man who made my life a living hell and drove me crazy in every possible way. A man whose mouth I wanted to shut as much as I wanted to kiss it.
My boyfriend, my previous intern, Matsumoto Jun. My beautiful bitch.
But that's how I used to see him several months earlier when I was an idiot and didn't realize (or wanted to admit) to how hopelessly in love I was with him. I'd most certainly found the man who made me want to be a better man, I had fallen for a shark. But a kind and beautiful shark who fought for what he wanted. The only problem: I was unable to get more than two minutes alone with him.
My life: finally finding the man of my dream (and also a baby though, it wasn't planned in the beginning), but never actually get to see him.
I really thought I would get bored with our lovemaking each night but in fact, it still never felt like enough. I thought we would establish some kind of boring routine, but it never happened. Plus, with the pregnancy, Jun had turned into some kind of nymphomaniac, always wanting more sex and getting (a lot more) emotional because of the fucking hormones. Believe me, a too sensitive Jun wasn't something you would like. I mean, who would cry and make the father of his child sleep on the sofa just for burning the pasta? In those moments, my only comfort came from my father (that I called a lot lately, strangely) who gave me advices because he had went through the same three times with our mother. Though, the day I called him at 4 a.m because Jun was locked up in the bathroom, crying and saying I found him fat and ugly, his only words had been "Sho, you got him pregnant, be responsible of your acts. Next time, you will remember why I told so much to wear a condom when you fuck!" Maybe it was a bad idea to call in the middle of the night after all...
I was waiting desperately in front the printer for 15 minutes for some documents to appear. I was very bad with these kinds of machine and by some miracle, Jun walked toward me, wearing a black slim with a purple shirt and boots. I suppressed my smile and tried not to look too desperate but it was useless. He knew me too much.
"I see you've found the magic machine that takes whatever is on your computer screen and puts it on paper." He called. "In ink."
"Actually, I discovered this wonderful thing since I started to work. I just wanted to take advantage of your wonderful butt when I'd send you retrieve my documents."
His smile widened, a playful light shining in his eyes. "Asshole."
Fuck, I wanted him. So much. Even for ten minutes on this printer. I would make him scream and beg just in two seconds.
"You'll pay for that later~" He smirked, squeezing my member through my pants.
I stared at his ass as he gave it a little shake and waited for him to come back and torture me some more. He didn't. What?! Are you kidding me?! I won only a stroke and an ass-wiggle?
We were still in love after 6 months together. Jun was 8 months pregnant and I was impatient to see my baby. As it was his first pregnancy, despite his 8 months, his tummy wasn't very big but now, when he was wearing a tank top, you could easily see the bulge of his stomach. Anytime I laid my hand on his belly, I felt like the luckiest father and boyfriend of the world.
And tonight would be our first full evening alone together in weeks.
Back in my office, I dropped the files on my desk. I had worked hard the last week to have some free time for Jun and to spend a real romantic night before he would give birth. But Jun was clearly very busy with his new position. I entered my office and sighed in despair. I missed Jun by my side.
I missed having him as my intern. I missed defying him whenever he got in my office. I really missed him defying me, torturing and playing with me around in return. I closed my eyes and thought about the night after Jun joined me in front of our shop under the rain. I had brought him home and had made love to him the whole night like I never did before.
As I joined his office, I stared at him: at his eyes, his lips, his neck which was all red from the biting kisses I'd placed there only minutes before and his belly. The way he reached up and rubbed his finger over what appeared to be a small hickey an electric reminder from my brain to my cock: this reunion is nice but it's time to get him home and fuck him into the mattress. But he looked so tired. Knowing him, he was overworking and with the pregnancy, it exhausted him even more and despite my will to control everything, I perfectly knew Jun would just ignore me or tell me to fuck off and let him work in peace. Right now, he looked like he needed a nap, so I could just hang out and wait for him to wake up, right? I could lie down near him, reassure myself that the baby was fine and Jun was really here and we were really doing this and just... What? Touch his hair?
Holy shit. Had I always been this creepy?
Jun stood up with a sigh to open the cupboard full of files he needed. I wrapped him from behind, putting my chin on his shoulder and stroking his belly.
"You okay?"
He nodded, startling a little as if he had been caught.
"I'm just overwhelmed. I was so sad thinking I wasn't going to see you today. And this morning, I spent the entire walk between your building and here thinking how weird it was that I was going to be doing this without you or Shun or anyone from Sakurai Media. And then, you came here, and of course you pissed me off but also made me laugh..." He turned his head, studying my face. "The presentation was exactly what I wanted it to be, and then the job offers...and you. You told me you love me. You're here and..." Jun looked at his swollen belly, stroking it softly. "He is also here. Our baby. My adrenaline is slowing and now I'm just..." He moved his hand away from his belly and waved it in front of him before it seemed to deflate at his side. "I'm not sure how tonight is going to work."
How tonight was going to work? I could tell him exactly how it would work. We'd talk until it was dark, and then fuck until the sun came up. I reached for him, slipping my arm around his shoulder. Christ, he felt good.
"Let me worry about all of that. I'll drive you home."
"It's okay if you have to go back to work, we can..."
"Don't be ridiculous. It's almost four. I'm not going back to work. My car is here and you're getting in it." I growled.
His smile turned sharp at the corners. "Bossy Sho emerges. Now, I'm definitely not going with you."
"Jun, I'm not kidding. I'm not letting you out of my sight until Christmas."
He squinted up at the late afternoon June sun. "Christmas? That sounds a little gimp-in-the-basement for my tastes."
"If you're not into that, this relationship might not work after all." I teased.
He laughed but didn't answer. Instead, those deep brown eyes stared at me, unblinking and hard to read. I felt so out of practice with this, and struggled to hide my frustration.
Placing my hands on his hips, I pressed a small kiss to the center of his mouth. Fuck, I needed more.
"Let's go. No basements. Just us."
"Sho..."
I cut him off with another kiss, paradoxically relaxed by this tiny disagreement.
"My car. Now."
"You sure you don't want to hear what I have to say?"
"Absolutely positive. You can talk all you want once I have my face firmly planted between your legs."
Jun nodded and followed when I took his hand and gently pulled him toward the parking deck, but he was smiling mysteriously all the while.
The entire drive to his place, he tickled his fingers up and down my thigh, leaned to lick my neck, slid his hand over my cock and talked about the tight red boxers he put on this morning, needing that little confidence boost.
"Will it shatter your confidence if I steal it?" I asked, leaning to kiss him at a red light. The car behind me honked just when it was getting good: when his lips were giving way to tiny bites and his sounds filled my mouth and my head and my entire chest. I needed to get him naked and beneath me.
In the elevator on the way to his apartment, it was wild. He was here, holy fuck he was here and I'd missed him so much; if I had my way, this night was going to last for three days. I lifted him up, Jun wrapping his legs around me and my dick pressing against him.
"Going to make you come so many times." I promised.
"Mmm, promise?"
"Promise."
I rocked my hips against him and he gasped, whispering. "Okay but first..."
The elevator dinged and he wiggled himself free, slipping to the floor.
My stomach dropped. I pushed him inside his apartment against the nearest wall, kissing him. Fuck, he tasted good, a mix of the lemon water he'd been drinking and that familiar taste he always had: soft mint and softer hungry lips. My fingers teased his butt and opened his pants to push it down, immediately reaching up for his shirt. Why the fuck is he still wearing so many clothes?
His nipples hardened as I stared and I reached out to circle one with a fingertip. His sharp gasp pulled my eyes to his.
"I missed this. I missed you."
"Me too."
"Fuck, I love you."
When I kissed his throat, his chest lifted and fell with quickened breaths and I wasn't sure how this was going to go down, how I could possibly slow down. Would I take him here, fast and hard first, or would I carry him to a couch or chair, kneel down and just taste him? I'd been thinking about all of it for so long and in the moment I felt a little paralyzed by the reality of him here, in the flesh.
I needed it all. I needed to feel his sounds and his skin, lose myself in the comfort of his hand wrapped around me, watch the sweat bead his brow while he rode me, showing me how much he'd missed me too. I'd see it in the way his rhythm would falter when he got closer, or he would clutch me when I would say his name in that quiet whisper he always liked.
My hands shook as I reached up and carefully slipped his top buttons free.
"Sho?"
"Mmm?" I undid another button, ran a finger across the hollow of his throat.
"I love you." He said, his hands braced on my forearms, eyes wide. My hands faltered and I lost my breath. "But you're going to hate what I'm about to tell you."
I was still stuck on the I love you. My grin felt a little out of control. "What? Whatever you have to say, I'm sure I won't hate it."
He winced, turning to look at the clock on the wall. I stepped close to him, resuming my gentle attack on his line of buttons. Pushing his shirt over his shoulders and down his arms, I stared at where he stood in front of me, in only his boxers and nothing hiding his slightly big stomach where my baby was certainly sleeping peacefully.
"Tell me what you want." I said, feeling a little desperate as I pushed my hand in his short brown hair. "My cock? My mouth? My hands? Christ, I'm doing it all tonight but where does one start? I haven't seen you in weeks and feel like I'm losing my mind." I reached for his arm; urging him closer. "Baby, put your hands on me."
He ran his hands up my neck and cupped my face. I could feel him shaking. "Sho."
Only when he said my name like this did I remember he said he had something to tell me other than I love you. Something I wouldn't like.
"What is it?"
His eyes were enormous, searching mine and full of apology. "I just finished my defense and..."
"Oh shit, I'm such an ass. I should take you to dinner or..."
"... And I promised Kazu and Ohchan that we would go out..."
".... And maybe we could get some dinner after I make you come..." I barreled on.
"... For drinks after my presentation..."
"I just need to hear you come once and then we can go. Just give me..." I stopped, finally letting his words settle in. "Wait, what? You're going out with Nino and Ohno? Tonight?"
He nodded, eyes tight. "I didn't know you'd be here. I can't tell you how much I want to call and cancel. But the thing is, I can't. Not after how good they've been to me this last month... When you and I were..."
I groaned, pressing the heel of my hands to my eyes. "Why didn't you tell me this before I got you naked? Holy shit, how am I supposed to let you go now? I'm going to be hard for hours."
"I tried to tell you." To his credit, he looked as frustrated a I felt.
"Do we have time to..." I shook my head, looking around as if the answer were buried somewhere in this ancient furniture. "I could probably get us both off in, two minutes."
He laughed. "I'm not sure that's something to brag about."
The hell it wasn't.
His small gasp of surprise was stolen by my lips as I kissed him, tongue and teeth and not even caring if we only had a few minutes. I could do a few minutes.
I slid my hand over the racing pulse of his throat, along his chest and lower, on his belly. I moved lower, finding the familiar favorite place where he was hard and the roof could fall in and I wouldn't even notice because, God, nothing existed but him and his little sounds and quiet whispers to keep going, keep going.
"Sho." He whispered. "Please."
I reached down for my own pants and had just started to speak...
And was interrupted by a sharp knock on the door.
A familiar nasaly voice floated into his entryway.
"We're here, Mister Serious Business Graduate and we're ready for the drinking!"
"This is a joke. Tell me this is a joke." I said, glaring at him.
He shook his head, biting back a smile.
Okay, I was going to jump by the window....
To be continued...
A/N: Hiiii! I'm back with the sequel like I promised you xD This one won't be angsty like the first one, it will mostly be based on how difficult Sho and Jun's relationship can be with their work and also, their baby who will born in this sequel xD
Author: Matsuaurore
Pairing: Sakumoto, Ohmiya (slight)
Genre: Au, angst, drama, romance, mpreg
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Summary: After their make-up, Sho and Jun have to deal with their busy careers and the pregnancy. The stubborn beautiful Asshole and the stubborn beautiful Diva will have to make concessions if they want their relationship to work out.
A/N: This story is a sequel of the previous fic, Beautiful Asshole. If you haven't read it, I advise you to do it before reading this one. The story takes place after the Sakumoto got together.
A Sakumoto version of the books, beautiful bastard.
Chapter 1:
Sho's pov:
When I was younger, my mother always told me to find a man who would be my equal.
"Don't fall in love for someone who'll put your world before his. Fall for a man who will fight for what he wants as much as you do. Find the man who makes you want to be a better man."
And I had found him, the man who made my life a living hell and drove me crazy in every possible way. A man whose mouth I wanted to shut as much as I wanted to kiss it.
My boyfriend, my previous intern, Matsumoto Jun. My beautiful bitch.
But that's how I used to see him several months earlier when I was an idiot and didn't realize (or wanted to admit) to how hopelessly in love I was with him. I'd most certainly found the man who made me want to be a better man, I had fallen for a shark. But a kind and beautiful shark who fought for what he wanted. The only problem: I was unable to get more than two minutes alone with him.
My life: finally finding the man of my dream (and also a baby though, it wasn't planned in the beginning), but never actually get to see him.
I really thought I would get bored with our lovemaking each night but in fact, it still never felt like enough. I thought we would establish some kind of boring routine, but it never happened. Plus, with the pregnancy, Jun had turned into some kind of nymphomaniac, always wanting more sex and getting (a lot more) emotional because of the fucking hormones. Believe me, a too sensitive Jun wasn't something you would like. I mean, who would cry and make the father of his child sleep on the sofa just for burning the pasta? In those moments, my only comfort came from my father (that I called a lot lately, strangely) who gave me advices because he had went through the same three times with our mother. Though, the day I called him at 4 a.m because Jun was locked up in the bathroom, crying and saying I found him fat and ugly, his only words had been "Sho, you got him pregnant, be responsible of your acts. Next time, you will remember why I told so much to wear a condom when you fuck!" Maybe it was a bad idea to call in the middle of the night after all...
I was waiting desperately in front the printer for 15 minutes for some documents to appear. I was very bad with these kinds of machine and by some miracle, Jun walked toward me, wearing a black slim with a purple shirt and boots. I suppressed my smile and tried not to look too desperate but it was useless. He knew me too much.
"I see you've found the magic machine that takes whatever is on your computer screen and puts it on paper." He called. "In ink."
"Actually, I discovered this wonderful thing since I started to work. I just wanted to take advantage of your wonderful butt when I'd send you retrieve my documents."
His smile widened, a playful light shining in his eyes. "Asshole."
Fuck, I wanted him. So much. Even for ten minutes on this printer. I would make him scream and beg just in two seconds.
"You'll pay for that later~" He smirked, squeezing my member through my pants.
I stared at his ass as he gave it a little shake and waited for him to come back and torture me some more. He didn't. What?! Are you kidding me?! I won only a stroke and an ass-wiggle?
We were still in love after 6 months together. Jun was 8 months pregnant and I was impatient to see my baby. As it was his first pregnancy, despite his 8 months, his tummy wasn't very big but now, when he was wearing a tank top, you could easily see the bulge of his stomach. Anytime I laid my hand on his belly, I felt like the luckiest father and boyfriend of the world.
And tonight would be our first full evening alone together in weeks.
Back in my office, I dropped the files on my desk. I had worked hard the last week to have some free time for Jun and to spend a real romantic night before he would give birth. But Jun was clearly very busy with his new position. I entered my office and sighed in despair. I missed Jun by my side.
I missed having him as my intern. I missed defying him whenever he got in my office. I really missed him defying me, torturing and playing with me around in return. I closed my eyes and thought about the night after Jun joined me in front of our shop under the rain. I had brought him home and had made love to him the whole night like I never did before.
As I joined his office, I stared at him: at his eyes, his lips, his neck which was all red from the biting kisses I'd placed there only minutes before and his belly. The way he reached up and rubbed his finger over what appeared to be a small hickey an electric reminder from my brain to my cock: this reunion is nice but it's time to get him home and fuck him into the mattress. But he looked so tired. Knowing him, he was overworking and with the pregnancy, it exhausted him even more and despite my will to control everything, I perfectly knew Jun would just ignore me or tell me to fuck off and let him work in peace. Right now, he looked like he needed a nap, so I could just hang out and wait for him to wake up, right? I could lie down near him, reassure myself that the baby was fine and Jun was really here and we were really doing this and just... What? Touch his hair?
Holy shit. Had I always been this creepy?
Jun stood up with a sigh to open the cupboard full of files he needed. I wrapped him from behind, putting my chin on his shoulder and stroking his belly.
"You okay?"
He nodded, startling a little as if he had been caught.
"I'm just overwhelmed. I was so sad thinking I wasn't going to see you today. And this morning, I spent the entire walk between your building and here thinking how weird it was that I was going to be doing this without you or Shun or anyone from Sakurai Media. And then, you came here, and of course you pissed me off but also made me laugh..." He turned his head, studying my face. "The presentation was exactly what I wanted it to be, and then the job offers...and you. You told me you love me. You're here and..." Jun looked at his swollen belly, stroking it softly. "He is also here. Our baby. My adrenaline is slowing and now I'm just..." He moved his hand away from his belly and waved it in front of him before it seemed to deflate at his side. "I'm not sure how tonight is going to work."
How tonight was going to work? I could tell him exactly how it would work. We'd talk until it was dark, and then fuck until the sun came up. I reached for him, slipping my arm around his shoulder. Christ, he felt good.
"Let me worry about all of that. I'll drive you home."
"It's okay if you have to go back to work, we can..."
"Don't be ridiculous. It's almost four. I'm not going back to work. My car is here and you're getting in it." I growled.
His smile turned sharp at the corners. "Bossy Sho emerges. Now, I'm definitely not going with you."
"Jun, I'm not kidding. I'm not letting you out of my sight until Christmas."
He squinted up at the late afternoon June sun. "Christmas? That sounds a little gimp-in-the-basement for my tastes."
"If you're not into that, this relationship might not work after all." I teased.
He laughed but didn't answer. Instead, those deep brown eyes stared at me, unblinking and hard to read. I felt so out of practice with this, and struggled to hide my frustration.
Placing my hands on his hips, I pressed a small kiss to the center of his mouth. Fuck, I needed more.
"Let's go. No basements. Just us."
"Sho..."
I cut him off with another kiss, paradoxically relaxed by this tiny disagreement.
"My car. Now."
"You sure you don't want to hear what I have to say?"
"Absolutely positive. You can talk all you want once I have my face firmly planted between your legs."
Jun nodded and followed when I took his hand and gently pulled him toward the parking deck, but he was smiling mysteriously all the while.
The entire drive to his place, he tickled his fingers up and down my thigh, leaned to lick my neck, slid his hand over my cock and talked about the tight red boxers he put on this morning, needing that little confidence boost.
"Will it shatter your confidence if I steal it?" I asked, leaning to kiss him at a red light. The car behind me honked just when it was getting good: when his lips were giving way to tiny bites and his sounds filled my mouth and my head and my entire chest. I needed to get him naked and beneath me.
In the elevator on the way to his apartment, it was wild. He was here, holy fuck he was here and I'd missed him so much; if I had my way, this night was going to last for three days. I lifted him up, Jun wrapping his legs around me and my dick pressing against him.
"Going to make you come so many times." I promised.
"Mmm, promise?"
"Promise."
I rocked my hips against him and he gasped, whispering. "Okay but first..."
The elevator dinged and he wiggled himself free, slipping to the floor.
My stomach dropped. I pushed him inside his apartment against the nearest wall, kissing him. Fuck, he tasted good, a mix of the lemon water he'd been drinking and that familiar taste he always had: soft mint and softer hungry lips. My fingers teased his butt and opened his pants to push it down, immediately reaching up for his shirt. Why the fuck is he still wearing so many clothes?
His nipples hardened as I stared and I reached out to circle one with a fingertip. His sharp gasp pulled my eyes to his.
"I missed this. I missed you."
"Me too."
"Fuck, I love you."
When I kissed his throat, his chest lifted and fell with quickened breaths and I wasn't sure how this was going to go down, how I could possibly slow down. Would I take him here, fast and hard first, or would I carry him to a couch or chair, kneel down and just taste him? I'd been thinking about all of it for so long and in the moment I felt a little paralyzed by the reality of him here, in the flesh.
I needed it all. I needed to feel his sounds and his skin, lose myself in the comfort of his hand wrapped around me, watch the sweat bead his brow while he rode me, showing me how much he'd missed me too. I'd see it in the way his rhythm would falter when he got closer, or he would clutch me when I would say his name in that quiet whisper he always liked.
My hands shook as I reached up and carefully slipped his top buttons free.
"Sho?"
"Mmm?" I undid another button, ran a finger across the hollow of his throat.
"I love you." He said, his hands braced on my forearms, eyes wide. My hands faltered and I lost my breath. "But you're going to hate what I'm about to tell you."
I was still stuck on the I love you. My grin felt a little out of control. "What? Whatever you have to say, I'm sure I won't hate it."
He winced, turning to look at the clock on the wall. I stepped close to him, resuming my gentle attack on his line of buttons. Pushing his shirt over his shoulders and down his arms, I stared at where he stood in front of me, in only his boxers and nothing hiding his slightly big stomach where my baby was certainly sleeping peacefully.
"Tell me what you want." I said, feeling a little desperate as I pushed my hand in his short brown hair. "My cock? My mouth? My hands? Christ, I'm doing it all tonight but where does one start? I haven't seen you in weeks and feel like I'm losing my mind." I reached for his arm; urging him closer. "Baby, put your hands on me."
He ran his hands up my neck and cupped my face. I could feel him shaking. "Sho."
Only when he said my name like this did I remember he said he had something to tell me other than I love you. Something I wouldn't like.
"What is it?"
His eyes were enormous, searching mine and full of apology. "I just finished my defense and..."
"Oh shit, I'm such an ass. I should take you to dinner or..."
"... And I promised Kazu and Ohchan that we would go out..."
".... And maybe we could get some dinner after I make you come..." I barreled on.
"... For drinks after my presentation..."
"I just need to hear you come once and then we can go. Just give me..." I stopped, finally letting his words settle in. "Wait, what? You're going out with Nino and Ohno? Tonight?"
He nodded, eyes tight. "I didn't know you'd be here. I can't tell you how much I want to call and cancel. But the thing is, I can't. Not after how good they've been to me this last month... When you and I were..."
I groaned, pressing the heel of my hands to my eyes. "Why didn't you tell me this before I got you naked? Holy shit, how am I supposed to let you go now? I'm going to be hard for hours."
"I tried to tell you." To his credit, he looked as frustrated a I felt.
"Do we have time to..." I shook my head, looking around as if the answer were buried somewhere in this ancient furniture. "I could probably get us both off in, two minutes."
He laughed. "I'm not sure that's something to brag about."
The hell it wasn't.
His small gasp of surprise was stolen by my lips as I kissed him, tongue and teeth and not even caring if we only had a few minutes. I could do a few minutes.
I slid my hand over the racing pulse of his throat, along his chest and lower, on his belly. I moved lower, finding the familiar favorite place where he was hard and the roof could fall in and I wouldn't even notice because, God, nothing existed but him and his little sounds and quiet whispers to keep going, keep going.
"Sho." He whispered. "Please."
I reached down for my own pants and had just started to speak...
And was interrupted by a sharp knock on the door.
A familiar nasaly voice floated into his entryway.
"We're here, Mister Serious Business Graduate and we're ready for the drinking!"
"This is a joke. Tell me this is a joke." I said, glaring at him.
He shook his head, biting back a smile.
Okay, I was going to jump by the window....
To be continued...
A/N: Hiiii! I'm back with the sequel like I promised you xD This one won't be angsty like the first one, it will mostly be based on how difficult Sho and Jun's relationship can be with their work and also, their baby who will born in this sequel xD