Beautiful bitch (chapter 4)
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.
Chapter 4:
Jun's pov:
I had big plans for tonight: make dinner, eat dinner together, finally discuss which apartment we were going to rent, discuss what to keep from both his place and mine, figure out when in the hell we'd find time to pack it all in the first place. And then, spend the remaining eight hours relearning every inch of my Beautiful Asshole's body. Twice. And maybe go to stores to find clothes for the baby. At this rhythm, he would end naked after his birth.
But that itinerary was before he'd walked through the door of his house to find me cooking dinner in his kitchen. Before he had tossed his jacket and keys to the couch and practically sprinted across the room. Before he pulled me back against him and sucked at the skin below my ear as if he hadn't tasted me in weeks.
Needless to say, the plan had been downsized dramatically.
One: dinner. Two: naked.
"We're never going to eat at this rate." I said, tilting my head back as he kissed along my neck. His warm breath curled over my skin and the knife I'd been holding clattered to the cutting board.
"And?" He whispered, pressing his hips to my ass before turning me to face him. He was so hard.
"And..." I mumbled. "Food is overrated."
He laughed softly, hands skimming my sides to rest at my hips. "Exactly. And God, it feels like I haven't touched you in weeks."
"This afternoon." I corrected, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. "It was this afternoon, you know. When I sucked you off at your desk."
"Oh yes. I seem to remember something like that. It's a little hazy, though. Perhaps you could refresh my memory...tongue, cock..."
"Nice mouth, Sakurai. Does your mother know you're such a pig?"
He barked out a laugh. "If the way she looked at us after we fucked in the coatroom at my cousin's wedding in February is any indication, then yes."
"I hadn't seen you in two weeks!" I said, feeling my cheeks warm. "Don't look so smug, you ass."
"But I'm your ass." He said and pressed a lingering kiss to my lips. "Don't pretend like you don't love it. And speaking about asses..." He reached down and squeezed mine, hard. "The things I'm going to do to yours tonight..."
I started to reply...to argue or say something smart in return but I couldn't think of anything.
"Jesus. You've been stunned silent." He said, eyes wide in surprise. "If I'd known that's all it'd take to get a little peace and quiet, I'd have brought it up ages ago."
"I...um..." I opened and closed my mouth a few times but nothing came out. This was new. I always had something to reply.
"You smell so good." He said, wrapping me from behind when I pulled away to go back to the stove. His mouth went back to work on my neck, a his hands began a slow decent down to the hem of my sweat pants. I was more than a little tempted to let him finish.
Instead, I nodded to the cutting board. "Can you finish the salad for me, please. I think you can do that without creating a catastrophe." I smirked. We both knew his ability to deal with food and I was surprised he had managed to survive all this time without killing himself. He groaned and loosened his tie, grunting something unintelligible as he began working at the opposite counter.
Sho had managed to work his way into every part of my life. He was still the same stubborn, driven man he'd always been and I loved that he hadn't changed who he was just because we were together. He treated me as an equal and even though I knew he loved me more than anything, he never cut me any slack. For that, I loved him even more. My hand came to my stomach, stroking it softly. I was proud to bear his child. Before him, I would have never let someone top me or get me pregnant. But he was different. Sho was unique. For him, I was ready to do anything, to change, to make compromises. I refused to lose him. He was mine. Forever. And the little life inside my tummy was the biggest proof of this love I felt for him. Our baby.
"When did you get back in town?" I finally asked after a while.
I waited for a moment but when Sho didn't answer, I looked up, surprised to see him pushing his food around his plate. "Everything is okay, Sakurai?"
A few seconds of silence passed before he said. "I miss working with you."
"What?" I felt my eyes widen.
"I know. It doesn't make any sense to me, either. We were awful to each other, and it was an impossible situation." Holy crap, what an understatement. The fact that we managed to survive working in the same office together for ten months without bloodshed or some sort of manslaughter stapler incident still surprised me. "But..." He continued. "I saw you every day. It was predictable. Consistent. I pushed you and you pushed me back. It was the most fun I've ever had at a job. And I took it for granted."
"That makes sense." I said. "I don't think I appreciated what it meant to see you everyday either. Even if I did want to poison you on no less than twenty-seven separate occasions."
"Ditto." He replied with a smirk. "And sometimes I feel guilty for how many times I threw you out the window in my fantasies. But I most certainly plan on making it up to you." He picked up his glass.
"Do you now?"
"Yep. I have a list."
I raised an eyebrow in silent question.
"Well, first I'm going to peel off that sweat pants." He bent to glance under the table. "And that sexy white tank top." He added, his eyes on my chest. I crossed my legs (or tried as my belly didn't allow me free movements now). "Then, maybe I would spread you out on this table." He leaned over. "Put your legs over my shoulders, suck on you until you're just begging for my cock."
I tried to look unaffected, tried to break from his stare. I couldn't. I cleared my throat, my mouth suddenly dry. "You could have done that last night." I said, teasing him.
"No. Last night we were tired and I just wanted to feel you come. Tonight, I want to take my time, undress you, kiss every inch of that perfect body. Fuck you. Watch you fuck me."
"Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?" I asked.
"Most definitely."
"And what makes you think I don't have a list of my own?" I stood, dessert forgotten as I rounded the table to stop in front of him. His cock was already stiff, straining against the fly of his pants. He followed my gaze and smirked up at me, pupils dark and so wide they drowned the hazel surrounding them.
I wanted to rip off my clothes and feel the heat of that stare on my skin. How did he make me feel this way with just a look and a few dirty words?
Sho shifted in his chair and I stepped between his legs, reaching out to push the lock of hair on his forehead. This hairstyle suited him so well. He was gorgeous. I missed you so much, I wanted to say. Stay. Don't go so far away. I love you. The words stuck in my throat. I knew he could read me like a book, saw every thought as clearly as if it was written across my forehead in ink. It's not that I wasn't comfortable saying I loved him, it's just that it was so new. I'd never said it to anyone before him and sometimes it felt scary, like opening up my chest and handing my heart. I had dated several men but no one made me feel what I felt for Sho.
His hand moved up to rest on my stomach before taking the fabric to raise it above my head. I lifted my arms, my tank top ending on the floor. His eyes shone in happiness at the view of my belly that he stroked and kissed lovingly. I shivered in pleasure. His hands wrapped me, caressing my butt as his mouth was kissing and licking my neck. His fingers pulled my sweat pants down, leaving me naked as I wasn't wearing any boxers.
"You..." A growl left his throat and he attacked my neck again, pressing me against him. He was so hard for me. Despite the fact I was fat with this belly. Sho pulled me down onto his lap, my legs on either side of his hips. His eyes shone with such hunger, such adoration, that I couldn't help but feel a sense of power, like there wasn't anything this man wouldn't do if I asked.
I reached for the buttons of his shirt, wanting him naked and over me, behind me...everywhere. I wanted to taste him, scratch marks into his skin and connect them with my fingers, my lips and teeth. I wanted to stretch him out on the table and fuck him until any thought of either of us ever leaving this room was a distant memory.
Somewhere in the apartment, a phone rang. We froze, neither of us saying anything, both waiting, hoping it had been a fluke and that nothing but silence would follow. But the shrill ringtone filled the air again. Work. The emergency ringtone. Sho swore, resting his forehead against my chest. My heart pounded beneath my ribs and my breath felt too quick, too loud.
"Fuck, I'm sorry." He said when it continued to ring. "I have to..."
"I know." I stood, using the back of the chair to support my shaky legs.
Sho scrubbed his hands over his face before he stood and crossed the room, finding the phone where he'd slung his jacket over the back of the couch. "Yeah." He said and then, listened.
I took my clothes back and carried the dishes to the sink while he talked.
"What do you mean they can't find it?" He shouted. I leaned against the doorway and watched as he paced back and forth in front of the wide wall of windows. "This is happening tomorrow and someone's misplaced the fucking master file? Can't someone else handle this?" A pause ensued in which I swear I actually watched Sho's blood pressure rise. "Are you kidding?!" Another pause. Sho closed his eyes tight and took a deep breath. "Fine, I'll be there in twenty."
When he ended the call, it took a moment for him to look at me.
"It's okay." I said.
"It's not."
He was right. It wasn't okay. It sucked. "Can't someone else handle it?"
"Who? I can't trust something this important to those incompetent assholes. The Sakb2 account launches tomorrow and the marketing team can't find the file with the financial specs..." He stopped and shook his head, reached for his jacket. "God, we need someone competent. I'm so sorry, Ma-chan."
Sho knew how much we needed tonight, but he also had a job to do. I knew this better than anyone.
"Go." I said, closing the distance between us. "I'll be right here when you're done." I handed him his keys and kissed him.
"In my bed?"
I nodded.
"Wear my shirt."
"Only your shirt."
"I love you."
"I know. Now, go save the world." I grinned.
"I promise when the baby is born, they will have to deal without me. I won't miss our child growing up."
"I know. Go." I smiled, sighing when he closed the door behind him. Sometimes, I really hated our jobs. We barely had time for each other when I was holding a child. And even during our private moments, something would spoil everything. We really needed some vacations together before the baby born. I still didn't know how I would deal with the cries, diapers, feeding and my job. I would certainly have to stop for a while because as much as I loved my work, my baby would be the most important. I wanted him to be happy and to grow in a loving family with his two papa. I refused to miss any single step of his life.
I took a quick shower and put Sho's largest shirt, my belly stretching the fabric. Wearing nothing more, I laid on our bed and started to read to patient for his return. But I was so tired that I fell asleep some minutes later, hugging Sho's pillow against me.
To be continued...
A/N: Poor Sakumoto, they can't have a minute and when they have, someone spoils everything xD Having this kind of job is very hard, mostly when you are pregnant, poor Jun, he is patient but it's hard for him not to have Sho taking care of him 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.
Chapter 4:
Jun's pov:
I had big plans for tonight: make dinner, eat dinner together, finally discuss which apartment we were going to rent, discuss what to keep from both his place and mine, figure out when in the hell we'd find time to pack it all in the first place. And then, spend the remaining eight hours relearning every inch of my Beautiful Asshole's body. Twice. And maybe go to stores to find clothes for the baby. At this rhythm, he would end naked after his birth.
But that itinerary was before he'd walked through the door of his house to find me cooking dinner in his kitchen. Before he had tossed his jacket and keys to the couch and practically sprinted across the room. Before he pulled me back against him and sucked at the skin below my ear as if he hadn't tasted me in weeks.
Needless to say, the plan had been downsized dramatically.
One: dinner. Two: naked.
"We're never going to eat at this rate." I said, tilting my head back as he kissed along my neck. His warm breath curled over my skin and the knife I'd been holding clattered to the cutting board.
"And?" He whispered, pressing his hips to my ass before turning me to face him. He was so hard.
"And..." I mumbled. "Food is overrated."
He laughed softly, hands skimming my sides to rest at my hips. "Exactly. And God, it feels like I haven't touched you in weeks."
"This afternoon." I corrected, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. "It was this afternoon, you know. When I sucked you off at your desk."
"Oh yes. I seem to remember something like that. It's a little hazy, though. Perhaps you could refresh my memory...tongue, cock..."
"Nice mouth, Sakurai. Does your mother know you're such a pig?"
He barked out a laugh. "If the way she looked at us after we fucked in the coatroom at my cousin's wedding in February is any indication, then yes."
"I hadn't seen you in two weeks!" I said, feeling my cheeks warm. "Don't look so smug, you ass."
"But I'm your ass." He said and pressed a lingering kiss to my lips. "Don't pretend like you don't love it. And speaking about asses..." He reached down and squeezed mine, hard. "The things I'm going to do to yours tonight..."
I started to reply...to argue or say something smart in return but I couldn't think of anything.
"Jesus. You've been stunned silent." He said, eyes wide in surprise. "If I'd known that's all it'd take to get a little peace and quiet, I'd have brought it up ages ago."
"I...um..." I opened and closed my mouth a few times but nothing came out. This was new. I always had something to reply.
"You smell so good." He said, wrapping me from behind when I pulled away to go back to the stove. His mouth went back to work on my neck, a his hands began a slow decent down to the hem of my sweat pants. I was more than a little tempted to let him finish.
Instead, I nodded to the cutting board. "Can you finish the salad for me, please. I think you can do that without creating a catastrophe." I smirked. We both knew his ability to deal with food and I was surprised he had managed to survive all this time without killing himself. He groaned and loosened his tie, grunting something unintelligible as he began working at the opposite counter.
Sho had managed to work his way into every part of my life. He was still the same stubborn, driven man he'd always been and I loved that he hadn't changed who he was just because we were together. He treated me as an equal and even though I knew he loved me more than anything, he never cut me any slack. For that, I loved him even more. My hand came to my stomach, stroking it softly. I was proud to bear his child. Before him, I would have never let someone top me or get me pregnant. But he was different. Sho was unique. For him, I was ready to do anything, to change, to make compromises. I refused to lose him. He was mine. Forever. And the little life inside my tummy was the biggest proof of this love I felt for him. Our baby.
"When did you get back in town?" I finally asked after a while.
I waited for a moment but when Sho didn't answer, I looked up, surprised to see him pushing his food around his plate. "Everything is okay, Sakurai?"
A few seconds of silence passed before he said. "I miss working with you."
"What?" I felt my eyes widen.
"I know. It doesn't make any sense to me, either. We were awful to each other, and it was an impossible situation." Holy crap, what an understatement. The fact that we managed to survive working in the same office together for ten months without bloodshed or some sort of manslaughter stapler incident still surprised me. "But..." He continued. "I saw you every day. It was predictable. Consistent. I pushed you and you pushed me back. It was the most fun I've ever had at a job. And I took it for granted."
"That makes sense." I said. "I don't think I appreciated what it meant to see you everyday either. Even if I did want to poison you on no less than twenty-seven separate occasions."
"Ditto." He replied with a smirk. "And sometimes I feel guilty for how many times I threw you out the window in my fantasies. But I most certainly plan on making it up to you." He picked up his glass.
"Do you now?"
"Yep. I have a list."
I raised an eyebrow in silent question.
"Well, first I'm going to peel off that sweat pants." He bent to glance under the table. "And that sexy white tank top." He added, his eyes on my chest. I crossed my legs (or tried as my belly didn't allow me free movements now). "Then, maybe I would spread you out on this table." He leaned over. "Put your legs over my shoulders, suck on you until you're just begging for my cock."
I tried to look unaffected, tried to break from his stare. I couldn't. I cleared my throat, my mouth suddenly dry. "You could have done that last night." I said, teasing him.
"No. Last night we were tired and I just wanted to feel you come. Tonight, I want to take my time, undress you, kiss every inch of that perfect body. Fuck you. Watch you fuck me."
"Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?" I asked.
"Most definitely."
"And what makes you think I don't have a list of my own?" I stood, dessert forgotten as I rounded the table to stop in front of him. His cock was already stiff, straining against the fly of his pants. He followed my gaze and smirked up at me, pupils dark and so wide they drowned the hazel surrounding them.
I wanted to rip off my clothes and feel the heat of that stare on my skin. How did he make me feel this way with just a look and a few dirty words?
Sho shifted in his chair and I stepped between his legs, reaching out to push the lock of hair on his forehead. This hairstyle suited him so well. He was gorgeous. I missed you so much, I wanted to say. Stay. Don't go so far away. I love you. The words stuck in my throat. I knew he could read me like a book, saw every thought as clearly as if it was written across my forehead in ink. It's not that I wasn't comfortable saying I loved him, it's just that it was so new. I'd never said it to anyone before him and sometimes it felt scary, like opening up my chest and handing my heart. I had dated several men but no one made me feel what I felt for Sho.
His hand moved up to rest on my stomach before taking the fabric to raise it above my head. I lifted my arms, my tank top ending on the floor. His eyes shone in happiness at the view of my belly that he stroked and kissed lovingly. I shivered in pleasure. His hands wrapped me, caressing my butt as his mouth was kissing and licking my neck. His fingers pulled my sweat pants down, leaving me naked as I wasn't wearing any boxers.
"You..." A growl left his throat and he attacked my neck again, pressing me against him. He was so hard for me. Despite the fact I was fat with this belly. Sho pulled me down onto his lap, my legs on either side of his hips. His eyes shone with such hunger, such adoration, that I couldn't help but feel a sense of power, like there wasn't anything this man wouldn't do if I asked.
I reached for the buttons of his shirt, wanting him naked and over me, behind me...everywhere. I wanted to taste him, scratch marks into his skin and connect them with my fingers, my lips and teeth. I wanted to stretch him out on the table and fuck him until any thought of either of us ever leaving this room was a distant memory.
Somewhere in the apartment, a phone rang. We froze, neither of us saying anything, both waiting, hoping it had been a fluke and that nothing but silence would follow. But the shrill ringtone filled the air again. Work. The emergency ringtone. Sho swore, resting his forehead against my chest. My heart pounded beneath my ribs and my breath felt too quick, too loud.
"Fuck, I'm sorry." He said when it continued to ring. "I have to..."
"I know." I stood, using the back of the chair to support my shaky legs.
Sho scrubbed his hands over his face before he stood and crossed the room, finding the phone where he'd slung his jacket over the back of the couch. "Yeah." He said and then, listened.
I took my clothes back and carried the dishes to the sink while he talked.
"What do you mean they can't find it?" He shouted. I leaned against the doorway and watched as he paced back and forth in front of the wide wall of windows. "This is happening tomorrow and someone's misplaced the fucking master file? Can't someone else handle this?" A pause ensued in which I swear I actually watched Sho's blood pressure rise. "Are you kidding?!" Another pause. Sho closed his eyes tight and took a deep breath. "Fine, I'll be there in twenty."
When he ended the call, it took a moment for him to look at me.
"It's okay." I said.
"It's not."
He was right. It wasn't okay. It sucked. "Can't someone else handle it?"
"Who? I can't trust something this important to those incompetent assholes. The Sakb2 account launches tomorrow and the marketing team can't find the file with the financial specs..." He stopped and shook his head, reached for his jacket. "God, we need someone competent. I'm so sorry, Ma-chan."
Sho knew how much we needed tonight, but he also had a job to do. I knew this better than anyone.
"Go." I said, closing the distance between us. "I'll be right here when you're done." I handed him his keys and kissed him.
"In my bed?"
I nodded.
"Wear my shirt."
"Only your shirt."
"I love you."
"I know. Now, go save the world." I grinned.
"I promise when the baby is born, they will have to deal without me. I won't miss our child growing up."
"I know. Go." I smiled, sighing when he closed the door behind him. Sometimes, I really hated our jobs. We barely had time for each other when I was holding a child. And even during our private moments, something would spoil everything. We really needed some vacations together before the baby born. I still didn't know how I would deal with the cries, diapers, feeding and my job. I would certainly have to stop for a while because as much as I loved my work, my baby would be the most important. I wanted him to be happy and to grow in a loving family with his two papa. I refused to miss any single step of his life.
I took a quick shower and put Sho's largest shirt, my belly stretching the fabric. Wearing nothing more, I laid on our bed and started to read to patient for his return. But I was so tired that I fell asleep some minutes later, hugging Sho's pillow against me.
To be continued...
A/N: Poor Sakumoto, they can't have a minute and when they have, someone spoils everything xD Having this kind of job is very hard, mostly when you are pregnant, poor Jun, he is patient but it's hard for him not to have Sho taking care of him xD