Blossoms of Innocence [One-shot]
Title: Blossoms of Innocence [One-shot]
Author: Nat, a.k.a. pumpthevolume
Starring: Nishikido Ryo (NEWS) & Adachi Sakura (made-up character), ft. Ueda Tatsuya (KAT-TUN)
Rating: NC-16 for my useless smut XDD
Author's note: Er yeah another uselessly crap Ryo smut XDD. I seem to be in a smut phase of writing LOL. Oh yeah, sorry Jen for stealing one of your names *grins evilly*
Adachi Sakura gazed at her reflection in her full-length mirror and sighed when the third button on her shirt didn’t do up. Despite being a tiny 1.55m tall, she had a C-cup and her stupid shirt was too small. Glancing at a small silver watch on her left wrist, she decided she’d have to leave it open or she’d be late. Straightening her skirt, she slipped on a pair of kitten heels and left her flat, just remembering to lock the door before heading to the lift. With much flapping of her arms, she finally managed to hail a taxi.
“Johnny’s Jimusho, please.” she said and lay back in her seat, taking deep breaths to prepare herself for her new job.
19 years old (yeah, she’d skipped a couple of grades) and fresh out of beauty school, she’d landed a place at the Jimusho as a hair/make-up/wardrobe stylist for NEWS, something she’d swayed on her feet upon hearing. Her parents were working overseas and her siblings were all happily married with families, so she was living alone in Tokyo. She resented being by herself: she knew she was too naive and her looks were more towards the “cute” rather than “sexy” side, not counting her bust.
Sakura arrived at the Jimusho with minutes to spare and fumbled in her bag for her purse, making the driver chuckle when she handed him the fare in a jumble of coins. She stumbled out of the taxi, slamming the door behind her and walked into the foyer. The receptionist took in her twin ponytails and large innocent eyes and her cool demeanour immediately softened. “New arrival? Adachi Sakura?”
“Ohayo gozaimasu,” Sakura bobbed a bow. “Where do I have to go?”
“Ah, don’t worry about it. I’ll take you there, sweetie, or you’re gonna be late.” The receptionist got up and Sakura hurried along behind her, their heels clicking on the marble floor.
After a head-spinning series of going through strange corridors and turns, Sakura found herself in front of a door labelled “Hall 3: NEWS”. Before she could steady her heart, the receptionist had already thrown open the door and announced, “Boys, here’s your new stylist… I believe she’ll be assigned to Ryo-chan.” Sakura’s heart sank when she heard she’d be doing Ryo’s hair; she’d heard all the rumours and watched enough Ueda vs. Nishikido Shounen Club episodes to know how scary he could be.
“O-ohayo g-gozaimasu…” she stuttered, feeling her cheeks go hot. The members politely returned her greeting from their seats in front of large mirrors. “What do I do now?” she whispered in the receptionist’s ear, standing on tiptoes.
The members seemed to have supersonic hearing for they heard her, Massu squealing “KAWAII DESU!” to Koyama. She flushed even harder.
“Hana-chan!” the receptionist called. A friendly looking lady in her 20s looked up from gelling up Shige’s hair and came over. “Can you please show Sakura-chan the ropes for the next few days or so?”
“Hai!” agreed Hana, smiling down at Sakura. “Nishikido-san and Kato-san are next to each other, so I can step in if you need any help, okay?” Sakura grinned gratefully and took her place behind Ryo.
~*~
Nishikido Ryo watched the new arrival with some interest. She looked young, in her late teens maybe, but he only knew that because of her large chest. If he was to just look at her face, he’d place her age between 13 and 15, due to her petite frame, bouncy ponytails and huge puppy-dog eyes: Massu was spot on, calling her “kawaii”. He could tell she was nervous and self-conscious, probably because she’d heard how scary he could be, or maybe because she was in a room full of some of Japan’s hottest sex bombs. ‘This will be interesting…’ he thought as her cherubic face appeared in the mirror he was seated before.
~*~
“Okay, Ryo-chan’s hair is relatively easy to do,” Hana told Sakura. “Pretty much all you have to do is comb it and add gel or wax if you feel it’s necessary. I’m here to help; Kato-kun is almost done.”
“Arigatou gozaimasu for your help!” Sakura bowed quickly and began combing Ryo’s hair. She was done pretty quickly and added gel to the back to help a tuft stick up.
“Good, now his fringe.” instructed Hana.
“Eh?” Sakura blanched. To do his fringe, she’d have to look at his face. Up till now, she’d been steadily avoiding looking at him in the mirror, afraid that she’d go red or embarrass herself somehow. Taking a deep breath, she stood by his side, leaning over to arrange his fringe. Crap, she could feel herself blushing already.
~*~
Ryo held his breath when she leant over him, her chest practically in front of his face, her hands running through his hair. He could see straight into her shirt but squeezed his eyes shut, feeling slightly perverted. When she seemed to be done she straightened up again and asked nervously in an oh-so-adorable voice, “Is that okay with you? Ah, I mean, Nishikido-san?” Sakura blushed prettily when he nodded his thanks and stalked away to talk to Yamapi.
“Yamapi… I need to talk to you…” Ryo muttered under his breath.
“Ah, Ryo-chan, your new stylist is so kawaii!” Yamapi slurped on his Coke, beaming up at him.
“That’s kind of the problem.”
Yamapi smirked. “I saw you trying not to look into her shirt… They’re huge, ne?”
“Mm.” Ryo scowled at his feet.
Yamapi laughed, clapped him on the back and said, “Just make sure they don’t distract you at our concert next week!”
~*~
Sakura nearly collapsed when Ryo walked off, heaving a sigh of relief. Hana noticed and grinned. “You like Ryo-chan, ne?”
“NO!” Sakura squealed, turning red. “Is it that obvious?” she whispered anxiously.
Hana sighed. “You do know we have a week-long concert coming up next week?”
Sakura squeaked. “I’ll have to do THAT… everyday? Be on the road with them?”
“Can’t you handle it?” Sakura shook her head, ponytails bouncing. “Then quit.”
“No way! I’ll ask to… swap or something…”
~*~
After the rehearsal, the members went back to their dressing room to change back into normal clothes and go home. “RYO-CHAN LIKES SAKURA-CHAN!” Massu proclaimed in a sing-song voice.
“DO NOT.” growled Ryo, chucking his costume off and unzipping his duffel bag with unnecessary force.
“SHE’S SO KAWAII!” chorused the others, pretending to swoon and giggling.
“Humph. Maybe a little. But she’s too young for me!” Ryo said gruffly.
“It’s settled then!” Tegoshi squealed triumphantly. “Ryo-chan has dibs on Sakura-chan!”
“SHUT UP.” Ryo roared and Tegoshi scampered to change near Koyama in the opposite corner of the room.
~*~
“Pleeeeease can I swap?” Sakura begged the receptionist. “ANYONE but Nishikido-san!”
“Gomen ne, Sakura-chan, there aren’t any spaces left and you’re not very senior yet…”
And so poor Sakura had to face her fears and style Ryo’s hair every day.
4 days before the tour began; Sakura was walking along, on her way to the bus stop. She looked at her watch and started. She wouldn’t get there in time to catch the bus! Just then, she noticed an alleyway linking the street she was on to the one which had the bus stop on it. All her senses were screaming, “Don’t do it!” but she couldn’t miss the bus - and there were hardly any taxis around at this time.
Sakura peered into the gloom, but couldn’t see much. She decided to take her chances and began walking cautiously down the alleyway. Suddenly several men stepped out of the darkness, one catching her arm. “Where are you going, pretty lady?” he leered at her. The others chuckled darkly, all of them reeking of alcohol.
“P-please let go…” she stammered.
“That’s not very polite… I asked you a question…” the man glared.
Sakura began to scream, but her attacker covered her mouth with a beefy hand after a second or so. Her heart sank. She was doomed. “Clothes off, missy.” the man demanded. She shook her head violently, squirming in his grasp and attempting to bite his hand. The skin was as hard as leather and it was no use. ‘Kami-sama,’ she thought fervently. ‘Please let my family not mourn my death for so long. Please let my siblings have long lives. Please let me die quickly. I’m sorry for whatever sins I’ve com-‘
“Get your dirty mitts off her.” said a voice quietly.
“What did you say, pretty boy?” another man sneered.
She couldn’t see anything in the darkness, but suddenly all three men were lying unconscious and she was free. Sakura rushed into her saviour’s arms, not caring who it was, sobbing uncontrollably.
“There, there. Sakura-chan, right?” he said awkwardly, patting her head. She looked up and recognised Ueda Tatsuya from KAT-TUN.
“Arigatou, Ueda-san,” she sniffled. “Gomen for getting your shirt wet…”
“No, it’s okay…”
“H-how did you manage that?” she asked, still hugging him tight.
“I box… And, um, you should let go of me now…” Ueda wriggled.
“Ah, gomen!” she let go. “N-nande?”
“Word has it that Ryo-chan’s got dibs on you,” he shrugged, hands in pockets.
“He doesn’t even talk to me… He was probably making fun of me or something.” she hiccupped.
“No, Nishikido-kun’s actually a pretty good guy.” confessed Ueda.
“Eh?” Sakura was confused. Didn’t he dislike Nishikido-san?
“He’s got guts. And he treasures what’s close to him. I respect him for that. C’mon, I’ll walk you to the bus stop. Just don’t touch me. If Nishikido-kun sees this, he’ll probably kill me.” However, Sakura still didn’t believe Ryo liked her.
Unknown to Ueda and Sakura, Ryo was watching from the shadows. He was surprised at what Ueda had said, that his ex-nemesis would admit something like that. He’d actually greet the guy the next time he saw him, as a gesture of thanks.
~*~
The next few days were filled with stress and hard work for both Ryo and Sakura. Ryo was involved in endless rehearsals, dancing so hard he couldn’t feel his legs when they finished. Sakura was given a crash-course on how best to manage costume changes, touch-ups and such. The tour began with no mishaps, Ryo and the rest of NEWS performing perfectly and Sakura handling the pressure amazingly.
But neither person was ever away from the other’s thoughts: Ryo saw Sakura’s smile as he performed; and Sakura pushed herself to new limits so as not to fail Ryo.
~*~
“WE’RE HAVING A POOL PARTY!” Koyama announced backstage at their last concert of the tour. Massu’s (amazingly rich) distant cousin had invited them to his villa, which had a huge pool, barbecue pit and Jacuzzi to only name a few perks. Sakura cheered along with everyone else: a soak in the Jacuzzi would be perfect to let all the stress drain away.
~*~
Sakura rifled through her suitcase for a swimming costume. She was sure she’d brought one… Oh gosh. It was a bikini, basically just powder blue triangles held together with string. Her parents had sent it from the States as her Christmas present, not knowing what to get her. “I can’t wear this!” she groaned.
“I’m wearing one too,” Hana, whom she was sharing a room with, assured her, putting on a black, and more conservative, bikini.
“Yours is practically a tankini!” Sakura wailed.
Hana chuckled as Sakura looked at herself in the bikini in the mirror. The younger girl kept attempting to adjust the positioning of the material so that it covered more skin, failing miserably. “Wait till Ryo-chan sees you in THAT,” she laughed as Sakura glared at her reflection.
The pair turned up at the arranged meeting place for the bus to pick them up, both wearing tank tops and skirts on top of their swimming costumes. They got on the bus and sat with the other stylists, who hooted with unsuppressed laughter at poor Sakura’s plight.
They arrived at Massu’s cousin’s villa at about 6, the concert having finished at 3. They had a huge barbecue, Shige displaying his hidden talents as he served perfect chicken wing after perfect chicken wing. Sakura slipped away after dinner to explore the place by herself and after a quarter of an hour, chanced upon a secluded Jacuzzi behind a wall of bushes. She switched the bubbles on and opened her manga. It felt so relaxing, she slowly felt her eyelids closing…
~*~
After dinner, Massu’s cousin brought out numerous six-packs of beer and most everyone took one, drinking and laughing. By now they were all in swimming costumes, all formalities forgotten in the mist of half drunken-ness and half relaxed atmosphere. After three cans of beer, Ryo decided he’d had enough and stole away from the group, wandering around till he heard the sound of bubbling behind a screen of greenery.
He pushed aside the shrubs and caught sight of someone’s clothes, a girl’s, judging by the skirt. He looked up and realised Sakura was asleep, slowly drifting into the Jacuzzi, her head almost underwater. “Oh shit,” Ryo swore and slid in, taking the sleeping girl in his arms, slipping his right arm under her knees and laying her head on his left shoulder.
‘I’ll just stay till she wakes up…’ Ryo thought, cradling her petite frame. Slowly he became aware of her steady breathing on his neck, her chest rising and falling, the way her right breast rubbed against his chest when her lungs inflated. He forced himself to ignore it, to ignore the burning passion in his stomach that was setting his senses on red-alert. He concentrated on matching his breathing to hers, keeping his mind focussed.
“Unghh… Ryo-chan…” Sakura murmured in her sleep, snuggling closer to Ryo, who started, her voice reawakening his recently-quashed desire. He wanted to touch her so badly… Just one finger wouldn’t hurt, would it? Her nipples showed through the thin material and Ryo reached out tentatively, his thumb running over one gently. Sakura yawned and stretched and Ryo sat still, hardly daring to breathe. One sleepy eye opened, then two.
~*~
“Eep!” she squeaked. “N-Nishikido-san!?” Sakura flailed about, falling into the water and surfacing immediately, spluttering.
“Er yeah, you fell asleep so I…” Ryo said.
Sakura sploshed to the edge, apologising profusely for causing him any trouble and making a move to get out of the Jacuzzi.
“No-“ Ryo tried to grab her wrist but she’d already started to move and his hand touched her butt instead. “Oh crap, I didn’t mean to…” he rambled as she blushed tomato-red. “C-can I talk to you for a bit?” Sakura started to refuse, but he cut her off. “Just a minute or two? Please?”
Sakura slid back in next to him, hugging her knees. “I-if I’ve messed up your hair or something, I’m so-“
“No no, it’s nothing like that…” Ryo scooted closer to her. “I like you… a lot.”
Sakura laughed bitterly. “Is this some kind of joke with the talents or something? Ueda-kun said-“ she covered her mouth.
“Well, Ueda-kun was right.”
“Yeah right, as i-“ she was cut off as Ryo’s mouth was suddenly on hers. She pulled away after a few seconds of indulgence. “This isn’t right…”
“You said my name in your sleep.” Ryo looked straight into her eyes, daring her to deny it.
“Pshh… That was a different Ryo-chan…” Sakura looked away and felt a hot blush creep up her neck, swearing under her breath for being such a bad liar.
Ryo seized the opportunity and began to kiss her again, asking between kisses that left her breathless, “What’s… wrong… about… happiness?”
Sakura was unable to form a coherent response, her brain taken over by lust.
“Answer me.” Ryo pulled back and started to move away.
“Hmgh…” she was unsatisfied, pulling him back to her. “Nothing…”
“So what’s the pro-“ It was Ryo’s turn to get cut off, Sakura pinning her body to his, straddling him.
“D-don’t say anything.” she demanded breathily.
Ryo couldn’t disagree to that, her voice turning him on even more. He took hold of her ass, squeezing tight as she licked the sensitive skin behind his ear, brushing his hair aside as her tongue continued its journey down his neck, stopping when he began nibbling on her earlobe. Sakura rubbed her crotch against his, feeling him going hard under his trunks.
Ryo’s hands crept up her back, undoing the bow that held her bikini top together and letting the garment float away. Sakura moaned as he started to suck at her nipples, her hands running through his hair. One of his hands held her close while the other stole up her thighs and between her legs, stroking her gently. She undid the tie on the sides of the bikini bottoms, feeling the material slip away and rubbing against his abs.
Sakura stood up, her crotch level with Ryo’s mouth and his tongue darted between her parted legs, her knees almost buckling at his touch. After several licks she collapsed into the water on top of him, miraculously finding the strength to tug down his swimming trunks. “I don’t have a condom…” Ryo said apologetically.
She shook her head, murmuring, “I’m due tomorrow anyway… Just do it.”
Ryo inserted his index finger, sliding it in and out of her as she groaned in pleasure, bucking under his hands. “N-now…” she pleaded. when he inserted another finger and slid them both in and out, getting faster and faster.
“That just takes the fun away…” he smirked devilishly as she moaned in frustration when he licked his fingers.
“Guh…” he shook his head but was taken by surprise when she gripped his hips, shoving his member into her roughly and sighing in relief.
“I thought I said wait…?” he swirled his hips almost painfully slowly, grinning as a gasp escaped her lips.
“More…”
“So impatient…” Ryo tutted. “Just a bit more then…” He swirled his hips again, harder this time.
“Don’t… stop. Please?” Sakura choked out.
“Since you asked nicely this time,” Ryo complied, swirling harder and harder, the tempo increasing. They bucked and writhed, their movements half-masked by the bubbles. He thrusted once, twice, three times and came inside her, both of them panting when they’d finished.
~*~
Ueda grinned and high-fived Massu and Tegoshi in their hiding place in the shrubs.
Retarded ending as usual.
Comments are love!
Author: Nat, a.k.a. pumpthevolume
Starring: Nishikido Ryo (NEWS) & Adachi Sakura (made-up character), ft. Ueda Tatsuya (KAT-TUN)
Rating: NC-16 for my useless smut XDD
Author's note: Er yeah another uselessly crap Ryo smut XDD. I seem to be in a smut phase of writing LOL. Oh yeah, sorry Jen for stealing one of your names *grins evilly*
Adachi Sakura gazed at her reflection in her full-length mirror and sighed when the third button on her shirt didn’t do up. Despite being a tiny 1.55m tall, she had a C-cup and her stupid shirt was too small. Glancing at a small silver watch on her left wrist, she decided she’d have to leave it open or she’d be late. Straightening her skirt, she slipped on a pair of kitten heels and left her flat, just remembering to lock the door before heading to the lift. With much flapping of her arms, she finally managed to hail a taxi.
“Johnny’s Jimusho, please.” she said and lay back in her seat, taking deep breaths to prepare herself for her new job.
19 years old (yeah, she’d skipped a couple of grades) and fresh out of beauty school, she’d landed a place at the Jimusho as a hair/make-up/wardrobe stylist for NEWS, something she’d swayed on her feet upon hearing. Her parents were working overseas and her siblings were all happily married with families, so she was living alone in Tokyo. She resented being by herself: she knew she was too naive and her looks were more towards the “cute” rather than “sexy” side, not counting her bust.
Sakura arrived at the Jimusho with minutes to spare and fumbled in her bag for her purse, making the driver chuckle when she handed him the fare in a jumble of coins. She stumbled out of the taxi, slamming the door behind her and walked into the foyer. The receptionist took in her twin ponytails and large innocent eyes and her cool demeanour immediately softened. “New arrival? Adachi Sakura?”
“Ohayo gozaimasu,” Sakura bobbed a bow. “Where do I have to go?”
“Ah, don’t worry about it. I’ll take you there, sweetie, or you’re gonna be late.” The receptionist got up and Sakura hurried along behind her, their heels clicking on the marble floor.
After a head-spinning series of going through strange corridors and turns, Sakura found herself in front of a door labelled “Hall 3: NEWS”. Before she could steady her heart, the receptionist had already thrown open the door and announced, “Boys, here’s your new stylist… I believe she’ll be assigned to Ryo-chan.” Sakura’s heart sank when she heard she’d be doing Ryo’s hair; she’d heard all the rumours and watched enough Ueda vs. Nishikido Shounen Club episodes to know how scary he could be.
“O-ohayo g-gozaimasu…” she stuttered, feeling her cheeks go hot. The members politely returned her greeting from their seats in front of large mirrors. “What do I do now?” she whispered in the receptionist’s ear, standing on tiptoes.
The members seemed to have supersonic hearing for they heard her, Massu squealing “KAWAII DESU!” to Koyama. She flushed even harder.
“Hana-chan!” the receptionist called. A friendly looking lady in her 20s looked up from gelling up Shige’s hair and came over. “Can you please show Sakura-chan the ropes for the next few days or so?”
“Hai!” agreed Hana, smiling down at Sakura. “Nishikido-san and Kato-san are next to each other, so I can step in if you need any help, okay?” Sakura grinned gratefully and took her place behind Ryo.
~*~
Nishikido Ryo watched the new arrival with some interest. She looked young, in her late teens maybe, but he only knew that because of her large chest. If he was to just look at her face, he’d place her age between 13 and 15, due to her petite frame, bouncy ponytails and huge puppy-dog eyes: Massu was spot on, calling her “kawaii”. He could tell she was nervous and self-conscious, probably because she’d heard how scary he could be, or maybe because she was in a room full of some of Japan’s hottest sex bombs. ‘This will be interesting…’ he thought as her cherubic face appeared in the mirror he was seated before.
~*~
“Okay, Ryo-chan’s hair is relatively easy to do,” Hana told Sakura. “Pretty much all you have to do is comb it and add gel or wax if you feel it’s necessary. I’m here to help; Kato-kun is almost done.”
“Arigatou gozaimasu for your help!” Sakura bowed quickly and began combing Ryo’s hair. She was done pretty quickly and added gel to the back to help a tuft stick up.
“Good, now his fringe.” instructed Hana.
“Eh?” Sakura blanched. To do his fringe, she’d have to look at his face. Up till now, she’d been steadily avoiding looking at him in the mirror, afraid that she’d go red or embarrass herself somehow. Taking a deep breath, she stood by his side, leaning over to arrange his fringe. Crap, she could feel herself blushing already.
~*~
Ryo held his breath when she leant over him, her chest practically in front of his face, her hands running through his hair. He could see straight into her shirt but squeezed his eyes shut, feeling slightly perverted. When she seemed to be done she straightened up again and asked nervously in an oh-so-adorable voice, “Is that okay with you? Ah, I mean, Nishikido-san?” Sakura blushed prettily when he nodded his thanks and stalked away to talk to Yamapi.
“Yamapi… I need to talk to you…” Ryo muttered under his breath.
“Ah, Ryo-chan, your new stylist is so kawaii!” Yamapi slurped on his Coke, beaming up at him.
“That’s kind of the problem.”
Yamapi smirked. “I saw you trying not to look into her shirt… They’re huge, ne?”
“Mm.” Ryo scowled at his feet.
Yamapi laughed, clapped him on the back and said, “Just make sure they don’t distract you at our concert next week!”
~*~
Sakura nearly collapsed when Ryo walked off, heaving a sigh of relief. Hana noticed and grinned. “You like Ryo-chan, ne?”
“NO!” Sakura squealed, turning red. “Is it that obvious?” she whispered anxiously.
Hana sighed. “You do know we have a week-long concert coming up next week?”
Sakura squeaked. “I’ll have to do THAT… everyday? Be on the road with them?”
“Can’t you handle it?” Sakura shook her head, ponytails bouncing. “Then quit.”
“No way! I’ll ask to… swap or something…”
~*~
After the rehearsal, the members went back to their dressing room to change back into normal clothes and go home. “RYO-CHAN LIKES SAKURA-CHAN!” Massu proclaimed in a sing-song voice.
“DO NOT.” growled Ryo, chucking his costume off and unzipping his duffel bag with unnecessary force.
“SHE’S SO KAWAII!” chorused the others, pretending to swoon and giggling.
“Humph. Maybe a little. But she’s too young for me!” Ryo said gruffly.
“It’s settled then!” Tegoshi squealed triumphantly. “Ryo-chan has dibs on Sakura-chan!”
“SHUT UP.” Ryo roared and Tegoshi scampered to change near Koyama in the opposite corner of the room.
~*~
“Pleeeeease can I swap?” Sakura begged the receptionist. “ANYONE but Nishikido-san!”
“Gomen ne, Sakura-chan, there aren’t any spaces left and you’re not very senior yet…”
And so poor Sakura had to face her fears and style Ryo’s hair every day.
4 days before the tour began; Sakura was walking along, on her way to the bus stop. She looked at her watch and started. She wouldn’t get there in time to catch the bus! Just then, she noticed an alleyway linking the street she was on to the one which had the bus stop on it. All her senses were screaming, “Don’t do it!” but she couldn’t miss the bus - and there were hardly any taxis around at this time.
Sakura peered into the gloom, but couldn’t see much. She decided to take her chances and began walking cautiously down the alleyway. Suddenly several men stepped out of the darkness, one catching her arm. “Where are you going, pretty lady?” he leered at her. The others chuckled darkly, all of them reeking of alcohol.
“P-please let go…” she stammered.
“That’s not very polite… I asked you a question…” the man glared.
Sakura began to scream, but her attacker covered her mouth with a beefy hand after a second or so. Her heart sank. She was doomed. “Clothes off, missy.” the man demanded. She shook her head violently, squirming in his grasp and attempting to bite his hand. The skin was as hard as leather and it was no use. ‘Kami-sama,’ she thought fervently. ‘Please let my family not mourn my death for so long. Please let my siblings have long lives. Please let me die quickly. I’m sorry for whatever sins I’ve com-‘
“Get your dirty mitts off her.” said a voice quietly.
“What did you say, pretty boy?” another man sneered.
She couldn’t see anything in the darkness, but suddenly all three men were lying unconscious and she was free. Sakura rushed into her saviour’s arms, not caring who it was, sobbing uncontrollably.
“There, there. Sakura-chan, right?” he said awkwardly, patting her head. She looked up and recognised Ueda Tatsuya from KAT-TUN.
“Arigatou, Ueda-san,” she sniffled. “Gomen for getting your shirt wet…”
“No, it’s okay…”
“H-how did you manage that?” she asked, still hugging him tight.
“I box… And, um, you should let go of me now…” Ueda wriggled.
“Ah, gomen!” she let go. “N-nande?”
“Word has it that Ryo-chan’s got dibs on you,” he shrugged, hands in pockets.
“He doesn’t even talk to me… He was probably making fun of me or something.” she hiccupped.
“No, Nishikido-kun’s actually a pretty good guy.” confessed Ueda.
“Eh?” Sakura was confused. Didn’t he dislike Nishikido-san?
“He’s got guts. And he treasures what’s close to him. I respect him for that. C’mon, I’ll walk you to the bus stop. Just don’t touch me. If Nishikido-kun sees this, he’ll probably kill me.” However, Sakura still didn’t believe Ryo liked her.
Unknown to Ueda and Sakura, Ryo was watching from the shadows. He was surprised at what Ueda had said, that his ex-nemesis would admit something like that. He’d actually greet the guy the next time he saw him, as a gesture of thanks.
~*~
The next few days were filled with stress and hard work for both Ryo and Sakura. Ryo was involved in endless rehearsals, dancing so hard he couldn’t feel his legs when they finished. Sakura was given a crash-course on how best to manage costume changes, touch-ups and such. The tour began with no mishaps, Ryo and the rest of NEWS performing perfectly and Sakura handling the pressure amazingly.
But neither person was ever away from the other’s thoughts: Ryo saw Sakura’s smile as he performed; and Sakura pushed herself to new limits so as not to fail Ryo.
~*~
“WE’RE HAVING A POOL PARTY!” Koyama announced backstage at their last concert of the tour. Massu’s (amazingly rich) distant cousin had invited them to his villa, which had a huge pool, barbecue pit and Jacuzzi to only name a few perks. Sakura cheered along with everyone else: a soak in the Jacuzzi would be perfect to let all the stress drain away.
~*~
Sakura rifled through her suitcase for a swimming costume. She was sure she’d brought one… Oh gosh. It was a bikini, basically just powder blue triangles held together with string. Her parents had sent it from the States as her Christmas present, not knowing what to get her. “I can’t wear this!” she groaned.
“I’m wearing one too,” Hana, whom she was sharing a room with, assured her, putting on a black, and more conservative, bikini.
“Yours is practically a tankini!” Sakura wailed.
Hana chuckled as Sakura looked at herself in the bikini in the mirror. The younger girl kept attempting to adjust the positioning of the material so that it covered more skin, failing miserably. “Wait till Ryo-chan sees you in THAT,” she laughed as Sakura glared at her reflection.
The pair turned up at the arranged meeting place for the bus to pick them up, both wearing tank tops and skirts on top of their swimming costumes. They got on the bus and sat with the other stylists, who hooted with unsuppressed laughter at poor Sakura’s plight.
They arrived at Massu’s cousin’s villa at about 6, the concert having finished at 3. They had a huge barbecue, Shige displaying his hidden talents as he served perfect chicken wing after perfect chicken wing. Sakura slipped away after dinner to explore the place by herself and after a quarter of an hour, chanced upon a secluded Jacuzzi behind a wall of bushes. She switched the bubbles on and opened her manga. It felt so relaxing, she slowly felt her eyelids closing…
~*~
After dinner, Massu’s cousin brought out numerous six-packs of beer and most everyone took one, drinking and laughing. By now they were all in swimming costumes, all formalities forgotten in the mist of half drunken-ness and half relaxed atmosphere. After three cans of beer, Ryo decided he’d had enough and stole away from the group, wandering around till he heard the sound of bubbling behind a screen of greenery.
He pushed aside the shrubs and caught sight of someone’s clothes, a girl’s, judging by the skirt. He looked up and realised Sakura was asleep, slowly drifting into the Jacuzzi, her head almost underwater. “Oh shit,” Ryo swore and slid in, taking the sleeping girl in his arms, slipping his right arm under her knees and laying her head on his left shoulder.
‘I’ll just stay till she wakes up…’ Ryo thought, cradling her petite frame. Slowly he became aware of her steady breathing on his neck, her chest rising and falling, the way her right breast rubbed against his chest when her lungs inflated. He forced himself to ignore it, to ignore the burning passion in his stomach that was setting his senses on red-alert. He concentrated on matching his breathing to hers, keeping his mind focussed.
“Unghh… Ryo-chan…” Sakura murmured in her sleep, snuggling closer to Ryo, who started, her voice reawakening his recently-quashed desire. He wanted to touch her so badly… Just one finger wouldn’t hurt, would it? Her nipples showed through the thin material and Ryo reached out tentatively, his thumb running over one gently. Sakura yawned and stretched and Ryo sat still, hardly daring to breathe. One sleepy eye opened, then two.
~*~
“Eep!” she squeaked. “N-Nishikido-san!?” Sakura flailed about, falling into the water and surfacing immediately, spluttering.
“Er yeah, you fell asleep so I…” Ryo said.
Sakura sploshed to the edge, apologising profusely for causing him any trouble and making a move to get out of the Jacuzzi.
“No-“ Ryo tried to grab her wrist but she’d already started to move and his hand touched her butt instead. “Oh crap, I didn’t mean to…” he rambled as she blushed tomato-red. “C-can I talk to you for a bit?” Sakura started to refuse, but he cut her off. “Just a minute or two? Please?”
Sakura slid back in next to him, hugging her knees. “I-if I’ve messed up your hair or something, I’m so-“
“No no, it’s nothing like that…” Ryo scooted closer to her. “I like you… a lot.”
Sakura laughed bitterly. “Is this some kind of joke with the talents or something? Ueda-kun said-“ she covered her mouth.
“Well, Ueda-kun was right.”
“Yeah right, as i-“ she was cut off as Ryo’s mouth was suddenly on hers. She pulled away after a few seconds of indulgence. “This isn’t right…”
“You said my name in your sleep.” Ryo looked straight into her eyes, daring her to deny it.
“Pshh… That was a different Ryo-chan…” Sakura looked away and felt a hot blush creep up her neck, swearing under her breath for being such a bad liar.
Ryo seized the opportunity and began to kiss her again, asking between kisses that left her breathless, “What’s… wrong… about… happiness?”
Sakura was unable to form a coherent response, her brain taken over by lust.
“Answer me.” Ryo pulled back and started to move away.
“Hmgh…” she was unsatisfied, pulling him back to her. “Nothing…”
“So what’s the pro-“ It was Ryo’s turn to get cut off, Sakura pinning her body to his, straddling him.
“D-don’t say anything.” she demanded breathily.
Ryo couldn’t disagree to that, her voice turning him on even more. He took hold of her ass, squeezing tight as she licked the sensitive skin behind his ear, brushing his hair aside as her tongue continued its journey down his neck, stopping when he began nibbling on her earlobe. Sakura rubbed her crotch against his, feeling him going hard under his trunks.
Ryo’s hands crept up her back, undoing the bow that held her bikini top together and letting the garment float away. Sakura moaned as he started to suck at her nipples, her hands running through his hair. One of his hands held her close while the other stole up her thighs and between her legs, stroking her gently. She undid the tie on the sides of the bikini bottoms, feeling the material slip away and rubbing against his abs.
Sakura stood up, her crotch level with Ryo’s mouth and his tongue darted between her parted legs, her knees almost buckling at his touch. After several licks she collapsed into the water on top of him, miraculously finding the strength to tug down his swimming trunks. “I don’t have a condom…” Ryo said apologetically.
She shook her head, murmuring, “I’m due tomorrow anyway… Just do it.”
Ryo inserted his index finger, sliding it in and out of her as she groaned in pleasure, bucking under his hands. “N-now…” she pleaded. when he inserted another finger and slid them both in and out, getting faster and faster.
“That just takes the fun away…” he smirked devilishly as she moaned in frustration when he licked his fingers.
“Guh…” he shook his head but was taken by surprise when she gripped his hips, shoving his member into her roughly and sighing in relief.
“I thought I said wait…?” he swirled his hips almost painfully slowly, grinning as a gasp escaped her lips.
“More…”
“So impatient…” Ryo tutted. “Just a bit more then…” He swirled his hips again, harder this time.
“Don’t… stop. Please?” Sakura choked out.
“Since you asked nicely this time,” Ryo complied, swirling harder and harder, the tempo increasing. They bucked and writhed, their movements half-masked by the bubbles. He thrusted once, twice, three times and came inside her, both of them panting when they’d finished.
~*~
Ueda grinned and high-fived Massu and Tegoshi in their hiding place in the shrubs.
Retarded ending as usual.
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