Beautiful bitch (chapter 6)
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 6:
Sho's pov:
I rolled over, grabbing my phone from the bedside table and muting the alarm with a swipe of my thumb. I was exhausted, having fallen asleep only two hours before. I'd worked until almost two and then tried to slip into bed without waking Jun, but he'd stirred and climbed on top of me before I could say anything.
As if I would have stopped him.
I couldn't really complain that it meant another hour of sleep lost, but now, when his hand reached down my stomach blindly beneath the blankets, sweeping down my stomach to curl around my cock, I knew I had to stop him. I had a flight to catch, alone.
He was coming to France, but he was leaving a day after me, insisting with a stubbornness all him own that he needed the rest of Friday to get the last few things sorted. I would have waited for him, but because the flights were all last minute there weren't any direct flights, nor were there any seats together anyway. Deciding to keep my flight, I figured I'd get there early and get us situated at Okada's place.
"I don't think we have time." I mumbled into his hair.
"Not buying it," He said, voice croaky with sleep. "This guy," He said, squeezing my erection in his grip, "Thinks we have plenty of time."
"The car is picking me up in fifteen minutes and thanks to your appetite last night, I need another shower."
"There was that one time you only needed two minutes to come. You're telling me you don't have two minutes?"
"Morning sex is never only two minutes, baby." I reminded him. "And before, you weren't pregnant. If we keep this rhythm, the baby will come sooner." I rolled out of bed and walked into my bathroom to the sound of his groan muffled by a stolen pillow. Jun wasn't a morning person but if you refused him an orgasm, he could turn into your personal own hell.
When I emerged, clean and dressed, he sat up in bed, still hugging my pillow and sort-of-pretending he wasn't upset that we had to fly separately to France.
"Don't pout," I mumbled, bending to kiss the corner of his mouth. "You'll just confirm what I've always suspected. You can't function without me."
I expected him to roll his eyes or pinch me playfully but he blinked down to my tie and reached to needlessly adjust it.
"I can function without you. But I don't like being away from you. It feels like you take my home with you when you go."
Well, fuck.
I laid my garment bad across the bed and took his face in my hands until he looked up and could see the effect his words had on me. He smiled, tongue slipping out to wet his lips. With one final kiss, I whispered. "I'll see you in France, baby."
*****
I settled into the first class cabin, declining the champagne and pulled out my phone to text Jun.
Boarded. See you across the pond.
My phone buzzed several seconds later.
Rethinking this whole trip. There's a underwear sale at J&S this weekend.
I laughed, choosing to ignore this one and slipping my phone back into my jacket pocket. Closing my eyes as the other passengers filed in past me, I remembered our past trips. We'd only traveled together a handful of times but nothing ever went according to plan.
"Motherfucking cocksucking son of a whore."
I looked up from my desk, my eyebrows inching to my hairline as Jun slammed my door and stormed to my desk.
"What have I done again?"
"You?" He pointed me up. "For once, nothing. Yamamoto is pushing up launch." Jun groaned as I leaned toward him to stroke his five months belly before realizing what he had said. I stood up abruptly my chair skidded back and banged into the wall.
"What?!"
"January is the new March, apparently. The first press blast is set to go out January seventh."
"That's a horrible time to pitch something like this! Everyone is still drunk or cleaning up the holiday mess. No one is buying fancy apartments."
"That's what I told Yori."
I sat back down, rubbing my hands over my face. Our flight was scheduled to leave in the morning, the 24th December. And there was no way we could leave work now. "You told him this was okay?"
"What was my option?"
"To tell him we're not going to be ready."
"But that's a lie, we can be ready."
I dropped my hands, gaping at him. "Yes, but only if we work fifteen-hour day through the holidays...and all to accommodate his shitty timing for a launch."
"He is paying us a million yens for basic marketing and we're inking a deal for another ten-million-yen media campaign. You think fifteen hour days are unreasonable to keep our biggest client?"
"Of course not! But he's also not your only client! Rule number one in business is to not ever let the big dog know how small the other dogs are."
"Damnit, Sho. I'm not going to tell him we can't deliver."
"Sometimes, a little pushback is a good thing. You're being green, Matsumoto. If you weren't sure, you should have sent the call to me."
I immediately wanted to pull the words back into my mouth. His eyes went wide, his mouth dropped and fuck, his hands curled fists at his sides. I reached down to cover my balls.
"Are you fucking serious right now? Are you going to cut my fucking steak at dinner, too, you egomaniacal asshat?!!"
"Only if I can feed it to you and help you chew."
His face smoothed and I could see him calculate how much effort he wanted to put into kicking my ass. "We're skipping St. Bart's," He said, flatly.
"Obviously. Why do you think I'm pissed?"
"Well, even if we did still go at this point, you'd be sleeping alone with your hand and a tube of lube."
"I could work with that. These two hands provide some variety."
He blinked away, jaw clenched. "Are you trying to make me more angry?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Why?" His eyes turned dark.
"So you can feel the pain more. Because you should have told Yori that these kinds of decisions have to be cleared with the entire team and we'd have an answer for him after the holiday."
"How do you know I didn't say that?"
"Because you came in here and delivered news. You didn't act like it was a suggestion."
He stared at me, eyes flashing through a hundred responses. I waited to see how many curse words he could string together but he surprised me instead, and turned to leave my office.
Jun didn't stay over that night. I didn't even try to sleep and watched Games of throne, wondering which of us would apologize first.
The problem was I was right, and I knew it.
Christmas morning arrived with snow flurries and a wind so strong it pushed me forward into the building as I walked, alone, from the parking garage to my office.
It had never occurred me that he would leave me again after our fight. He rarely walked away from a fight. Even when he was wrong. He either battled with me until I was figuratively on my knees or he ended up on his knees in an entirely different way.
Only a few SMC employees were at work on Christmas, the members of the Yamamoto team. And every one of them glared at Jun as he walked down the hall to get some coffee. Knowing him, he had probably worked late last night and slept under his desk. He didn't even glance over to where I stood in the doorway to the conference room. He headed to his office, settled in and left the door open.
Come on and get me, he was saying. Come in and let's have it out.
But for as much as everyone probably wanted to give him an earful for making us cancel our holiday plans, no one did. Each of us had been raised in the business world under the same ethos: work trumps all. The last person to leave work is the hero. The first person in had bragging rights. Working over holidays gets you into heaven.
And while a more experienced executive would have told Yamamoto that what he'd asked wasn't possible, as always I admired Jun's determination. This wasn't just about meeting in a new milestone for him. This was him launching his career. This was his foundation. Jun was me a few years ago.
After everyone else had left for the evening, I knocked on his open door, gently alerting him to my presence.
"Sakurai-san." He said, pulling off his glasses and looking up at me. "Here to show me how to grow a bigger penis so I can get the job done?"
"Jun, I'm pretty sure if you wanted to grow a bigger one, you could do it by will alone."
He let a half smile form, pushing back from his desk and crossing his legs. "I'd grow one just so I could ask you beg me to fuck you hard."
I couldn't contain my laughter, bending over and collapsing into the chair across the desk from him. "I knew you were going to say that."
"Well, before you say anything else, yes, I know it sucks. And... I think you were right. We could be in St Bart's right now, on the beach. But the thing is, Sho, no matter how much I should have, I didn't want to tell Yamamoto no. I wanted to deliver, because we can and we should. It's down to the wire anyway and we'd have a lot of time to work on this. It felt disingenuous to say we couldn't make it happen."
"True." I conceded. "But by letting him push a milestone ahead to the beginning of the quarter, you've set a precedent."
"I know." He said, rubbing his temples with his fingertips.
"But actually, I wasn't coming in here to tell you what you'd done was wrong. I was coming in here to tell you I understand why you did it. I can't really fault you. At this point in your career, I can't be surprised you said yes to Yamamoto."
His mouth opened and I could see a litany of curse words form on his tongue.
"Easy, firecracker." I said. "I don't mean you're naïve. I mean you're still building. You want to show the world that you're Atlas and to a Titan, that fucking celestial sphere weighs nothing. It's just that it's impacted the entire team and over Christmas holidays. I get why you did it and I also get why you're conflicted. I'm sorry this is hard for you, because I've been here." I lowered my voice, moved a little closer. "It sucks." Jun watched me, face smooth and practically unreadable. Well, unreadable to anyone else. Anyone who hadn't seen that face a thousand times, the one that told me he wanted to smack me, kiss me, scratch me and then, fuck me.
"Don't smirk." He said, eyes narrowing. "I see what you're doing."
"What am I doing?"
"Trying to build me up. Being a hardass, yet, also my lover. Damnit, Sho."
"You're going to fuck me in your office!" I crowed, my words colored with surprise and glee. "God, you're easy."
He stood quickly, walking around the desk and reaching immediately for my tie. "Damnit." He unknotted it, wrapping it around my eyes and tying it behind my head. "Stop studying me." He hissed into my ear. "Stop seeing everything."
"Never." I closed my eyes behind the silk fabric and let my other senses take over, inhaling his amazing perfume. I moved my hands slowly down his body and turned him around, pulling him back to my chest. "This better?" His quiet huff wasn't for my benefit, it was a sound of genuine frustration.
"Sho..." He murmured, leaning back. "You're making me crazy."
I gripped his hips, pulling him to me so he could feel the hard line of my cock against his ass. "At least, some things never change." I smirked.
****
I opened my eyes with a smile as I thought back to my mother's advice.
"Find a man who will be your equal in every way. Don't let yourself fall for someone who'll put your world before theirs. Fall for the powerhouse who lives as fearlessly as you do. Find a man who makes you want to be a better man."
Well, I had found him. Now, all I had to do was wait for him to get here, so I could make sure he knew.
The house was amazing. Very big, modern and with no neighbors to disturb you while you fucked in the swimming pool.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed in my pocket and Jun's unique text chime ran out in the silent room. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I glanced down and read the message: Mechanic strike. All flights canceled. I'm stuck in Tokyo.
To be continued...
A/N: Sorry for the delay but things got crazy >< for the ones who asked in their comment of 'Until I hate you', don't worry, I still plan to finish this fic, I will probably stop writing after this one but I never dropped a fic I have started to post xD
Things between Jun and Sho are crazy ne xD they can't find a second for them and sho had to imposed vacations to Jun to have him xD but fate seems to be against them as Jun is visibly stuck in Tokyo xD let's see Sho's reaction 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 6:
Sho's pov:
I rolled over, grabbing my phone from the bedside table and muting the alarm with a swipe of my thumb. I was exhausted, having fallen asleep only two hours before. I'd worked until almost two and then tried to slip into bed without waking Jun, but he'd stirred and climbed on top of me before I could say anything.
As if I would have stopped him.
I couldn't really complain that it meant another hour of sleep lost, but now, when his hand reached down my stomach blindly beneath the blankets, sweeping down my stomach to curl around my cock, I knew I had to stop him. I had a flight to catch, alone.
He was coming to France, but he was leaving a day after me, insisting with a stubbornness all him own that he needed the rest of Friday to get the last few things sorted. I would have waited for him, but because the flights were all last minute there weren't any direct flights, nor were there any seats together anyway. Deciding to keep my flight, I figured I'd get there early and get us situated at Okada's place.
"I don't think we have time." I mumbled into his hair.
"Not buying it," He said, voice croaky with sleep. "This guy," He said, squeezing my erection in his grip, "Thinks we have plenty of time."
"The car is picking me up in fifteen minutes and thanks to your appetite last night, I need another shower."
"There was that one time you only needed two minutes to come. You're telling me you don't have two minutes?"
"Morning sex is never only two minutes, baby." I reminded him. "And before, you weren't pregnant. If we keep this rhythm, the baby will come sooner." I rolled out of bed and walked into my bathroom to the sound of his groan muffled by a stolen pillow. Jun wasn't a morning person but if you refused him an orgasm, he could turn into your personal own hell.
When I emerged, clean and dressed, he sat up in bed, still hugging my pillow and sort-of-pretending he wasn't upset that we had to fly separately to France.
"Don't pout," I mumbled, bending to kiss the corner of his mouth. "You'll just confirm what I've always suspected. You can't function without me."
I expected him to roll his eyes or pinch me playfully but he blinked down to my tie and reached to needlessly adjust it.
"I can function without you. But I don't like being away from you. It feels like you take my home with you when you go."
Well, fuck.
I laid my garment bad across the bed and took his face in my hands until he looked up and could see the effect his words had on me. He smiled, tongue slipping out to wet his lips. With one final kiss, I whispered. "I'll see you in France, baby."
*****
I settled into the first class cabin, declining the champagne and pulled out my phone to text Jun.
Boarded. See you across the pond.
My phone buzzed several seconds later.
Rethinking this whole trip. There's a underwear sale at J&S this weekend.
I laughed, choosing to ignore this one and slipping my phone back into my jacket pocket. Closing my eyes as the other passengers filed in past me, I remembered our past trips. We'd only traveled together a handful of times but nothing ever went according to plan.
"Motherfucking cocksucking son of a whore."
I looked up from my desk, my eyebrows inching to my hairline as Jun slammed my door and stormed to my desk.
"What have I done again?"
"You?" He pointed me up. "For once, nothing. Yamamoto is pushing up launch." Jun groaned as I leaned toward him to stroke his five months belly before realizing what he had said. I stood up abruptly my chair skidded back and banged into the wall.
"What?!"
"January is the new March, apparently. The first press blast is set to go out January seventh."
"That's a horrible time to pitch something like this! Everyone is still drunk or cleaning up the holiday mess. No one is buying fancy apartments."
"That's what I told Yori."
I sat back down, rubbing my hands over my face. Our flight was scheduled to leave in the morning, the 24th December. And there was no way we could leave work now. "You told him this was okay?"
"What was my option?"
"To tell him we're not going to be ready."
"But that's a lie, we can be ready."
I dropped my hands, gaping at him. "Yes, but only if we work fifteen-hour day through the holidays...and all to accommodate his shitty timing for a launch."
"He is paying us a million yens for basic marketing and we're inking a deal for another ten-million-yen media campaign. You think fifteen hour days are unreasonable to keep our biggest client?"
"Of course not! But he's also not your only client! Rule number one in business is to not ever let the big dog know how small the other dogs are."
"Damnit, Sho. I'm not going to tell him we can't deliver."
"Sometimes, a little pushback is a good thing. You're being green, Matsumoto. If you weren't sure, you should have sent the call to me."
I immediately wanted to pull the words back into my mouth. His eyes went wide, his mouth dropped and fuck, his hands curled fists at his sides. I reached down to cover my balls.
"Are you fucking serious right now? Are you going to cut my fucking steak at dinner, too, you egomaniacal asshat?!!"
"Only if I can feed it to you and help you chew."
His face smoothed and I could see him calculate how much effort he wanted to put into kicking my ass. "We're skipping St. Bart's," He said, flatly.
"Obviously. Why do you think I'm pissed?"
"Well, even if we did still go at this point, you'd be sleeping alone with your hand and a tube of lube."
"I could work with that. These two hands provide some variety."
He blinked away, jaw clenched. "Are you trying to make me more angry?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Why?" His eyes turned dark.
"So you can feel the pain more. Because you should have told Yori that these kinds of decisions have to be cleared with the entire team and we'd have an answer for him after the holiday."
"How do you know I didn't say that?"
"Because you came in here and delivered news. You didn't act like it was a suggestion."
He stared at me, eyes flashing through a hundred responses. I waited to see how many curse words he could string together but he surprised me instead, and turned to leave my office.
Jun didn't stay over that night. I didn't even try to sleep and watched Games of throne, wondering which of us would apologize first.
The problem was I was right, and I knew it.
Christmas morning arrived with snow flurries and a wind so strong it pushed me forward into the building as I walked, alone, from the parking garage to my office.
It had never occurred me that he would leave me again after our fight. He rarely walked away from a fight. Even when he was wrong. He either battled with me until I was figuratively on my knees or he ended up on his knees in an entirely different way.
Only a few SMC employees were at work on Christmas, the members of the Yamamoto team. And every one of them glared at Jun as he walked down the hall to get some coffee. Knowing him, he had probably worked late last night and slept under his desk. He didn't even glance over to where I stood in the doorway to the conference room. He headed to his office, settled in and left the door open.
Come on and get me, he was saying. Come in and let's have it out.
But for as much as everyone probably wanted to give him an earful for making us cancel our holiday plans, no one did. Each of us had been raised in the business world under the same ethos: work trumps all. The last person to leave work is the hero. The first person in had bragging rights. Working over holidays gets you into heaven.
And while a more experienced executive would have told Yamamoto that what he'd asked wasn't possible, as always I admired Jun's determination. This wasn't just about meeting in a new milestone for him. This was him launching his career. This was his foundation. Jun was me a few years ago.
After everyone else had left for the evening, I knocked on his open door, gently alerting him to my presence.
"Sakurai-san." He said, pulling off his glasses and looking up at me. "Here to show me how to grow a bigger penis so I can get the job done?"
"Jun, I'm pretty sure if you wanted to grow a bigger one, you could do it by will alone."
He let a half smile form, pushing back from his desk and crossing his legs. "I'd grow one just so I could ask you beg me to fuck you hard."
I couldn't contain my laughter, bending over and collapsing into the chair across the desk from him. "I knew you were going to say that."
"Well, before you say anything else, yes, I know it sucks. And... I think you were right. We could be in St Bart's right now, on the beach. But the thing is, Sho, no matter how much I should have, I didn't want to tell Yamamoto no. I wanted to deliver, because we can and we should. It's down to the wire anyway and we'd have a lot of time to work on this. It felt disingenuous to say we couldn't make it happen."
"True." I conceded. "But by letting him push a milestone ahead to the beginning of the quarter, you've set a precedent."
"I know." He said, rubbing his temples with his fingertips.
"But actually, I wasn't coming in here to tell you what you'd done was wrong. I was coming in here to tell you I understand why you did it. I can't really fault you. At this point in your career, I can't be surprised you said yes to Yamamoto."
His mouth opened and I could see a litany of curse words form on his tongue.
"Easy, firecracker." I said. "I don't mean you're naïve. I mean you're still building. You want to show the world that you're Atlas and to a Titan, that fucking celestial sphere weighs nothing. It's just that it's impacted the entire team and over Christmas holidays. I get why you did it and I also get why you're conflicted. I'm sorry this is hard for you, because I've been here." I lowered my voice, moved a little closer. "It sucks." Jun watched me, face smooth and practically unreadable. Well, unreadable to anyone else. Anyone who hadn't seen that face a thousand times, the one that told me he wanted to smack me, kiss me, scratch me and then, fuck me.
"Don't smirk." He said, eyes narrowing. "I see what you're doing."
"What am I doing?"
"Trying to build me up. Being a hardass, yet, also my lover. Damnit, Sho."
"You're going to fuck me in your office!" I crowed, my words colored with surprise and glee. "God, you're easy."
He stood quickly, walking around the desk and reaching immediately for my tie. "Damnit." He unknotted it, wrapping it around my eyes and tying it behind my head. "Stop studying me." He hissed into my ear. "Stop seeing everything."
"Never." I closed my eyes behind the silk fabric and let my other senses take over, inhaling his amazing perfume. I moved my hands slowly down his body and turned him around, pulling him back to my chest. "This better?" His quiet huff wasn't for my benefit, it was a sound of genuine frustration.
"Sho..." He murmured, leaning back. "You're making me crazy."
I gripped his hips, pulling him to me so he could feel the hard line of my cock against his ass. "At least, some things never change." I smirked.
****
I opened my eyes with a smile as I thought back to my mother's advice.
"Find a man who will be your equal in every way. Don't let yourself fall for someone who'll put your world before theirs. Fall for the powerhouse who lives as fearlessly as you do. Find a man who makes you want to be a better man."
Well, I had found him. Now, all I had to do was wait for him to get here, so I could make sure he knew.
The house was amazing. Very big, modern and with no neighbors to disturb you while you fucked in the swimming pool.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed in my pocket and Jun's unique text chime ran out in the silent room. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I glanced down and read the message: Mechanic strike. All flights canceled. I'm stuck in Tokyo.
To be continued...
A/N: Sorry for the delay but things got crazy >< for the ones who asked in their comment of 'Until I hate you', don't worry, I still plan to finish this fic, I will probably stop writing after this one but I never dropped a fic I have started to post xD
Things between Jun and Sho are crazy ne xD they can't find a second for them and sho had to imposed vacations to Jun to have him xD but fate seems to be against them as Jun is visibly stuck in Tokyo xD let's see Sho's reaction xD