[Fanfic] Sho's fetish
Title: Sho’s fetish
Author: saizasiren
Word count: 1739
Pairing: Sakuraiba
Genre: attempted fluff, failed humour
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I hate to admit it [T.T]
Summary: Sho’s new fetish
Note: This fic is a present for bakachan04 I love you ^0^
Sho loves Arashi.
Sho loves Aiba Masaki.
Sho loves everything about Aiba, Aiba’s pretty face, Aiba’s cheerful smile, Aiba’s thoughtless motion…
And Sho loves the beautiful birthmark on Aiba’s left arm.
Maybe it’s pretty hard for the outsiders to understand but these days, Sho finds Aiba’s birthmark is really unexpectedly glamorous. No, maybe it isn’t just now, maybe it is from the day he saw Aiba tucked up his long sleeve that indeliberately revealed his slender arm and his birthmark, Sho had decided he would spend all his entire life to be with this person forever, to protect him and his charming birthmark…
And after all, for the time being, that desire once again has finally flared up.
Sho can’t help himself not thinking about it. Whenever he sits beside Aiba, his hand would unintentionally search for it, touch it and caress it.
He talks about what’s its shape look like all the day, everywhere and to anybody he bumps into.
He holds it in his sleep.
And he even dreams of it at night.
For him, Aiba’s birthmark is now an actual mystery that Sakurai Sho himself, an intelligent graduated Keio student, a popular newscaster from Zero, a zealous rapper of famous Japanese top boyband Arashi, needs to discover down to the last detail.
So, basically, in short, this’s how Sakurai Sho’s day these days.
In Sho’s bathroom
“Masaki, I swear it is a guinea-pig. See?!!” Sho enthusiastically exclaims as if he’s just found out a completely new theorem for the mathematics.
Up to the same time, his finger also trails up Aiba’s left arm, hesitantly halts at the flat of Aiba’s shoulder where the birthmark is settled as begin to fondle the dark indefectible mark playfully, causing Aiba to look back him in disbelief.
“Yeah, and it also an eagle, a paunchy kangaroo, a flying squirrel and a decrepit willow tree just by 2 hours ago.” piss off Aiba replies disheartenedly.
He quietly draws out his arm from Sho’s hand as reaching out for the shower tab above his head and dreadlessly dash the flush warm water into his soapy hair, ignores the displeased Sho standing behind him.
“But believe me. It’s definitely a guinea-pig, it even has 4 feet here, oh….maybe not accurately 4, it looks more like 3 and a half…Isn’t that last foot over there is a bit short compares with other feet?!!!...”
“…”
“…Oh…Never mind, forget it, it still has 4 feet and a tiny furish tail anyway so it absolutely a guinea-pig, right, an adorable guinea-pig. Only idiots would deny that evident fact, nee~” Sho chuckles contentedly to himself while Aiba is wholly frozen in state.
“Oh God, spare me.”
In Arashi’s greenroom
“I’ve been searching on the internet all night long, rummaging around the library for three days without getting a wink of sleep. And guess what I’ve found?!!”
Yelling joyously in happy, Sho sits down on the remaining chair next to the Ohmiya pair, tries to looks mysterious while humming a meaningless melody in his raucous low tune. On the other side of the room, Jun is sitting cross-legged reading the latest volume of his favourite Shonen manga and, the same as Ohmiya, don’t seem to take any interested in Sho’s word just now at all.
However, despite his intimate bandmate’s glacial attitude toward him, Sho still doesn’t find himself being bothered by it much, he just phlegmatically keeps up his story to make sure he can share with other members this pleasurable pride of himself.
“Here. Tadan~”
Sho pulls out an obsolete thick book which obviously was hiding behind his back all the time and shows them only a page of it. The rectangular object so-called a motley picture contained in it, which is according to Nino, probably a masterpiece of defunct well-known artist Picasso, a painter was famous for his peculiar abstract work.
Or, just maybe, perhaps it’s a picture drew by Sho-sama, an infamous novice artist who are getting more and more renowned day by day on variety Japanese TVshow by creating such amazing artworks that neither a five-year-old kid nor a thirty-year-old mature adult can understand what the hell he wants to draw at the first place.
“Sho-kun, are you sure it is not your picture?!” Ohno suddenly pays all his attention to the fantastic drawing, his jaw drops out as he isn’t sure he should admire the artist’s unique thought of it or not.
“What?! Of course not. My picture is tenfold better than this.” Sho elatedly snaps back. “Don’t you get it Riida?! It looks exactly the same as Masaki’s birthmark, hora, the sharp, the tone value, even the feeling in it is the same too….-”
“…”
“…”
And so on the conservation still continues like it would never go to an end even if there is a frightful earthquake or a formidable stunami happens here.
Jun remains sitting tight in corner, grasping his knee over his head, be happy to know he’s far damn lucky than the Ohmiya pair who finally decide to accept the situation with resignation over there.
Nino, as usual, is swiftly lost again in his own fictional digital world. His head leans on Ohno’s shoulder, enjoys the softness and comfortableness comes from his Riida’s warm body.
Not really like what Jun has thought, Nino doesn’t mind listening to his friend’s endless speech at all, or more easily to understand, he doesn’t care what’s Sho blabbing about, since no one in this room, except the rapper himself, seems to catch up with that interesting story.
And when there’s no hope in stopping the like-hell-I-will-ever-stop Sakurai Sho, the big door suddenly is pushed open, presents them Aiba Masaki, bright smiling, cheerful, their resplendent sun…
Four pairs of eyes intently concentrate all attention upon Aiba, two’s excitedly happy and the other’s relievedly happy.
“That’s all your!”
Smirks evilly, Nino passes by Aiba, tapping the taller’s shoulder in encouragement as storming out the room, of course, not forget to drag Leader with him, Jun also disappears rearwards.
Finally, In their bedroom
As they’ve just finished their bedtime shower and scramble over the snug and cozy bed.
“Shochan, we need to talk!”
Aiba is sitting at the edge of the bed, with his knees bend and legs point to the rear. His hand incessantly plays with the sheet tensely.
“Hm? What’s is it, sweatie?! Is there something happen to you?” asks Sho, still busying preparing for the bed.
Deliberately start tightening his hold onto the bed’s sheet, Aiba’s gaze fixes nervously on the figure of Sho’s back before utters those words.
“No, it’s not me. It’s you Shochan.”
“Masaki, I don’t get it. Did I do something wrong?”
“No, not really.”
“But…-”
“Shochan, listen to me. It’s…complicated.”
Sho has stopped all his movement. He turns back to face his boyfriend questioning, patiently waiting…
“Shochan, when was the last time you kiss me?”
“Yesterday. Why are you asking me that, Masaki?”
“When was that yesterday?”
“It’s yesterday. The day before today.”
“Did you mean the yesterday after our anniversary two days?! It was three weeks ago, Shochan.”
“No, it can’t be. I still remember that day you was wearing my apron present and I co-…” Sho stops abruptly at halfway. His brain finally seems to rework again, at least, doing the count work now.
“Yes, it is. Coz all you care about now is this, right?” Touching the birthmark himself, Aiba lets out a heavy sign.
“Masaki…I…m…”
“I’m jealous of it. It, just a part of my body, can draw all your attention while I, a living entity, can’t. At first I was happy, really happy when you were suddenly interested in it, maybe even more than me, but then gradually you became so absorb in it that you forgot all about me…”
“No, it’s nothing like that. Masaki, I’m sorry. I’m sorry…”
Sho pulls Aiba closer to him, presses his boyfriend’s head into his bare chest.
“I’m sorry…for not realizing it sooner.”
“I miss you, Shochan. You know how much I miss you, your skin, your scent, your body…” Aiba whispers into Sho’s chest as burying deeper in it.
“I’m sorry…” Sho repeats softly.
“You maniac birthmark’s fetish…”
“I’m sorry…” Sho says again placing a chaste kiss in Aiba’s forehead “I promise I will never do that again…”
….
“Then I’ll accept the apology.”
Aiba cranes his neck up to Sho’s face, latching his lips on Sho’s as feeling the rapper slowly responds to him. Their tongues dance together in Aiba’s mouth, then Sho’s mouth, then switch again until both of their body feel like burning on fire. Aiba finds his shirt is enigmatically taken off, so does his pants, at the same time he feels the wet slippery tongue swirling all over his body.
“S..ho…chan” already panting hard, Aiba wraps his arms around Sho’s neck, pulling him in another kiss.
“You miss my body that much, Masaki?!” chuckles Sho breaks his boyfriend’s passionate kiss.
“Don’t stop, Shochan.”
“Like hell I can…”
Aiba can feel Sho’s hot breath lashes against his skin, Sho’s left hand is moving down to his crotch while Sho’s other hand grips his hair tightly.
“Yummy.”
Sho whispers playfully nipping Aiba’s golden earring, enjoying the lustful moan escapes from his boyfriend whenever he threads his tongue way through the circle ring.
“Down here too.”
Sho’s left hand continues his exposition mission to Aiba’s things as he massages it diligently.
“Shochan…nnggh…enough of…foreplay…I want….” Aiba opens his mouth wider, gasping for more air to come in.
“But I haven’t had enough.” Sho pouts childishly in respond.
However, having realized throughly his boyfriend’s no more unbearable horniness, Sho still comes back to his ordinary work, he starts to prepare his boyfriend carefully…
“Are you alright, Masaki?!”
“Yes.” Aiba shuts his eyes tightly, tries to relax.
“Can I…now?!”
Aiba nods rigidly.
That is when he feels the usual pain comes inside him…
But then little by little, it finally becomes pleasure, he feels Sho’s lip is locked on his again, Sho’s hand is stroking his back gently …
“You’re mine, Masaki. Only mine.” Sho mumbles softly, his hand unintentionally touch against his boyfriend’s beautiful birthmark…
The next morning, at work
“Riida! Look here” Sho says happily, his hand pulls out a sheet of music.
“Is that your new song, Shokun?!” Ohno replies curiously, reaching out for the sheet.
“Yes.” Sho answers firmly “I’ve just composed it this early morning. And its name is…”
“…Birthmark.”
-End-
YaY, my second fic till recent XD XD
We’ve just found a karaoke bar that have Arashi’s song XD XD, and I arrived it today XD XD I had 1 hour singing nonstop Arashi’s medley. It’s so so exciting XD XD
And that's why I wrote this fic XD though it doesn't relate with the karaoke bar at all. It's just I'm too excited & I need to release it out XD XD
Author: saizasiren
Word count: 1739
Pairing: Sakuraiba
Genre: attempted fluff, failed humour
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I hate to admit it [T.T]
Summary: Sho’s new fetish
Note: This fic is a present for bakachan04 I love you ^0^
Sho loves Arashi.
Sho loves Aiba Masaki.
Sho loves everything about Aiba, Aiba’s pretty face, Aiba’s cheerful smile, Aiba’s thoughtless motion…
And Sho loves the beautiful birthmark on Aiba’s left arm.
Maybe it’s pretty hard for the outsiders to understand but these days, Sho finds Aiba’s birthmark is really unexpectedly glamorous. No, maybe it isn’t just now, maybe it is from the day he saw Aiba tucked up his long sleeve that indeliberately revealed his slender arm and his birthmark, Sho had decided he would spend all his entire life to be with this person forever, to protect him and his charming birthmark…
And after all, for the time being, that desire once again has finally flared up.
Sho can’t help himself not thinking about it. Whenever he sits beside Aiba, his hand would unintentionally search for it, touch it and caress it.
He talks about what’s its shape look like all the day, everywhere and to anybody he bumps into.
He holds it in his sleep.
And he even dreams of it at night.
For him, Aiba’s birthmark is now an actual mystery that Sakurai Sho himself, an intelligent graduated Keio student, a popular newscaster from Zero, a zealous rapper of famous Japanese top boyband Arashi, needs to discover down to the last detail.
So, basically, in short, this’s how Sakurai Sho’s day these days.
In Sho’s bathroom
“Masaki, I swear it is a guinea-pig. See?!!” Sho enthusiastically exclaims as if he’s just found out a completely new theorem for the mathematics.
Up to the same time, his finger also trails up Aiba’s left arm, hesitantly halts at the flat of Aiba’s shoulder where the birthmark is settled as begin to fondle the dark indefectible mark playfully, causing Aiba to look back him in disbelief.
“Yeah, and it also an eagle, a paunchy kangaroo, a flying squirrel and a decrepit willow tree just by 2 hours ago.” piss off Aiba replies disheartenedly.
He quietly draws out his arm from Sho’s hand as reaching out for the shower tab above his head and dreadlessly dash the flush warm water into his soapy hair, ignores the displeased Sho standing behind him.
“But believe me. It’s definitely a guinea-pig, it even has 4 feet here, oh….maybe not accurately 4, it looks more like 3 and a half…Isn’t that last foot over there is a bit short compares with other feet?!!!...”
“…”
“…Oh…Never mind, forget it, it still has 4 feet and a tiny furish tail anyway so it absolutely a guinea-pig, right, an adorable guinea-pig. Only idiots would deny that evident fact, nee~” Sho chuckles contentedly to himself while Aiba is wholly frozen in state.
“Oh God, spare me.”
In Arashi’s greenroom
“I’ve been searching on the internet all night long, rummaging around the library for three days without getting a wink of sleep. And guess what I’ve found?!!”
Yelling joyously in happy, Sho sits down on the remaining chair next to the Ohmiya pair, tries to looks mysterious while humming a meaningless melody in his raucous low tune. On the other side of the room, Jun is sitting cross-legged reading the latest volume of his favourite Shonen manga and, the same as Ohmiya, don’t seem to take any interested in Sho’s word just now at all.
However, despite his intimate bandmate’s glacial attitude toward him, Sho still doesn’t find himself being bothered by it much, he just phlegmatically keeps up his story to make sure he can share with other members this pleasurable pride of himself.
“Here. Tadan~”
Sho pulls out an obsolete thick book which obviously was hiding behind his back all the time and shows them only a page of it. The rectangular object so-called a motley picture contained in it, which is according to Nino, probably a masterpiece of defunct well-known artist Picasso, a painter was famous for his peculiar abstract work.
Or, just maybe, perhaps it’s a picture drew by Sho-sama, an infamous novice artist who are getting more and more renowned day by day on variety Japanese TVshow by creating such amazing artworks that neither a five-year-old kid nor a thirty-year-old mature adult can understand what the hell he wants to draw at the first place.
“Sho-kun, are you sure it is not your picture?!” Ohno suddenly pays all his attention to the fantastic drawing, his jaw drops out as he isn’t sure he should admire the artist’s unique thought of it or not.
“What?! Of course not. My picture is tenfold better than this.” Sho elatedly snaps back. “Don’t you get it Riida?! It looks exactly the same as Masaki’s birthmark, hora, the sharp, the tone value, even the feeling in it is the same too….-”
“…”
“…”
And so on the conservation still continues like it would never go to an end even if there is a frightful earthquake or a formidable stunami happens here.
Jun remains sitting tight in corner, grasping his knee over his head, be happy to know he’s far damn lucky than the Ohmiya pair who finally decide to accept the situation with resignation over there.
Nino, as usual, is swiftly lost again in his own fictional digital world. His head leans on Ohno’s shoulder, enjoys the softness and comfortableness comes from his Riida’s warm body.
Not really like what Jun has thought, Nino doesn’t mind listening to his friend’s endless speech at all, or more easily to understand, he doesn’t care what’s Sho blabbing about, since no one in this room, except the rapper himself, seems to catch up with that interesting story.
And when there’s no hope in stopping the like-hell-I-will-ever-stop Sakurai Sho, the big door suddenly is pushed open, presents them Aiba Masaki, bright smiling, cheerful, their resplendent sun…
Four pairs of eyes intently concentrate all attention upon Aiba, two’s excitedly happy and the other’s relievedly happy.
“That’s all your!”
Smirks evilly, Nino passes by Aiba, tapping the taller’s shoulder in encouragement as storming out the room, of course, not forget to drag Leader with him, Jun also disappears rearwards.
Finally, In their bedroom
As they’ve just finished their bedtime shower and scramble over the snug and cozy bed.
“Shochan, we need to talk!”
Aiba is sitting at the edge of the bed, with his knees bend and legs point to the rear. His hand incessantly plays with the sheet tensely.
“Hm? What’s is it, sweatie?! Is there something happen to you?” asks Sho, still busying preparing for the bed.
Deliberately start tightening his hold onto the bed’s sheet, Aiba’s gaze fixes nervously on the figure of Sho’s back before utters those words.
“No, it’s not me. It’s you Shochan.”
“Masaki, I don’t get it. Did I do something wrong?”
“No, not really.”
“But…-”
“Shochan, listen to me. It’s…complicated.”
Sho has stopped all his movement. He turns back to face his boyfriend questioning, patiently waiting…
“Shochan, when was the last time you kiss me?”
“Yesterday. Why are you asking me that, Masaki?”
“When was that yesterday?”
“It’s yesterday. The day before today.”
“Did you mean the yesterday after our anniversary two days?! It was three weeks ago, Shochan.”
“No, it can’t be. I still remember that day you was wearing my apron present and I co-…” Sho stops abruptly at halfway. His brain finally seems to rework again, at least, doing the count work now.
“Yes, it is. Coz all you care about now is this, right?” Touching the birthmark himself, Aiba lets out a heavy sign.
“Masaki…I…m…”
“I’m jealous of it. It, just a part of my body, can draw all your attention while I, a living entity, can’t. At first I was happy, really happy when you were suddenly interested in it, maybe even more than me, but then gradually you became so absorb in it that you forgot all about me…”
“No, it’s nothing like that. Masaki, I’m sorry. I’m sorry…”
Sho pulls Aiba closer to him, presses his boyfriend’s head into his bare chest.
“I’m sorry…for not realizing it sooner.”
“I miss you, Shochan. You know how much I miss you, your skin, your scent, your body…” Aiba whispers into Sho’s chest as burying deeper in it.
“I’m sorry…” Sho repeats softly.
“You maniac birthmark’s fetish…”
“I’m sorry…” Sho says again placing a chaste kiss in Aiba’s forehead “I promise I will never do that again…”
….
“Then I’ll accept the apology.”
Aiba cranes his neck up to Sho’s face, latching his lips on Sho’s as feeling the rapper slowly responds to him. Their tongues dance together in Aiba’s mouth, then Sho’s mouth, then switch again until both of their body feel like burning on fire. Aiba finds his shirt is enigmatically taken off, so does his pants, at the same time he feels the wet slippery tongue swirling all over his body.
“S..ho…chan” already panting hard, Aiba wraps his arms around Sho’s neck, pulling him in another kiss.
“You miss my body that much, Masaki?!” chuckles Sho breaks his boyfriend’s passionate kiss.
“Don’t stop, Shochan.”
“Like hell I can…”
Aiba can feel Sho’s hot breath lashes against his skin, Sho’s left hand is moving down to his crotch while Sho’s other hand grips his hair tightly.
“Yummy.”
Sho whispers playfully nipping Aiba’s golden earring, enjoying the lustful moan escapes from his boyfriend whenever he threads his tongue way through the circle ring.
“Down here too.”
Sho’s left hand continues his exposition mission to Aiba’s things as he massages it diligently.
“Shochan…nnggh…enough of…foreplay…I want….” Aiba opens his mouth wider, gasping for more air to come in.
“But I haven’t had enough.” Sho pouts childishly in respond.
However, having realized throughly his boyfriend’s no more unbearable horniness, Sho still comes back to his ordinary work, he starts to prepare his boyfriend carefully…
“Are you alright, Masaki?!”
“Yes.” Aiba shuts his eyes tightly, tries to relax.
“Can I…now?!”
Aiba nods rigidly.
That is when he feels the usual pain comes inside him…
But then little by little, it finally becomes pleasure, he feels Sho’s lip is locked on his again, Sho’s hand is stroking his back gently …
“You’re mine, Masaki. Only mine.” Sho mumbles softly, his hand unintentionally touch against his boyfriend’s beautiful birthmark…
The next morning, at work
“Riida! Look here” Sho says happily, his hand pulls out a sheet of music.
“Is that your new song, Shokun?!” Ohno replies curiously, reaching out for the sheet.
“Yes.” Sho answers firmly “I’ve just composed it this early morning. And its name is…”
“…Birthmark.”
-End-
YaY, my second fic till recent XD XD
We’ve just found a karaoke bar that have Arashi’s song XD XD, and I arrived it today XD XD I had 1 hour singing nonstop Arashi’s medley. It’s so so exciting XD XD
And that's why I wrote this fic XD though it doesn't relate with the karaoke bar at all. It's just I'm too excited & I need to release it out XD XD