Hi everyone! So I used to write a lot of fanfiction and recently got into Jdramas, which led me to manga and anime. I'm American and have never had any connection to this world, so to be honest, I had no idea it existed (of course I knew about anime and manga but the extent of my knowledge was Pokemon and Naruto). Now here I am, years later, writing a Maid Sama fanfiction. I couldn't resist. After watching the anime, the sexual tension between Misaki and Usui was so palpable, that I couldn't even bear it!
I was always told that Japanese culture could be pretty perverted, but I've been surprised to find a huge lack of lemons for some of the anime and mangas I've really enjoyed. Thus, I couldn't resist writing one myself! I hope you guys enjoy it, and please leave comments on your thoughts. I apologize for any wrong details in regard to Japanese culture, and I just hope you enjoy some naughty Maid Sama!
Just to be clear: THIS IS A LEMON AND FOR MATURE READERS ONLY.
When Misaki finally walked through the doors of her small home at 11 o'clock at night, she couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. To put it plainly, the day had been long. Too long, if she was being frank. It began with being force-fed some foreign grown melons that Suzuna had won in a sweepstakes, followed by arriving at school to deal with the moronic boys that populated the halls of Seika High.
The more Misaki thought about it, the more frustrating it became. The same boys that called her the Devil President and moaned about her tyrannical tactics were the same ones requesting help from their student leader! The soccer club wanted new nets for their goals, the wrestling club needed their floor disinfected after an… incident, and two of the remedial classes wanted to file a complaint about a teacher. How dare they criticize her ruling style and turn around and ask for help in the same breath!
Misaki was exhausted, plain and simple. She was sick of confiscating porn magazines from perverts. She was sick of defending her position. She was sick of working long evenings at Maid Latte. She was sick of eating foreign melon. But most of all, she was sick of Usui Takumi. She was sick of his big green eyes and his stylish blonde hair and his toned chest and his irritatingly sexy voice and his-
She froze. There it was again. Misake put her hand on her chest and looked around her tiny bedroom. What was this feeling and why does it keep appearing? For the entire day, Misaki believed she was sick. Her body felt heavy, her legs felt weak, and she couldn't explain this dull ache that occurred in her lower regions. It started after her first encounter with a group of students at school. She had yelled at the clique for wearing wrinkled pants, and while their nonchalant attitudes normally gave Misaki a pounding headache, today it left her feeling stressed. Anxious. Achey.
Misaki climbed onto her bed and pulled the blankets tight against her body. As she thought about the day more, she realized that her illness had gotten worse after running into Usui in the Student Council room after school. He had gone on and on and on about why he enjoyed last week's cosplay event at Maid Sama and how Misaki looked especially cute in a green wig...of course while sucking on a lollipop. Watching his lips constrict around the candy and his tongue caress the stick had been…
The teenager bolted up in her bed. What the hell was she thinking about?! She looked around the room, afraid that somehow her sister and mother would be able to read her thoughts from across the house. Misaki closed her eyes. Why was she sweating? And why was she still so achey?
As her breathing slowed, her hand unconsciously slid down her flat stomach and under the waistband of her clearance section shorts. It snaked into her underwear, until landing on her hot, aching center. Misaki slowly opened her eyes and stared at her bedroom ceiling. She was becoming like those damn ecchi magazines that she confiscated from her idiot subordinates. But as her hand began to move, and her fingers found a delicious rhythm, Misaki realized that she no longer cared.
Misaki began to make sounds she didn't know she could make. As her fingers continued their treacherous activities, her other hand snaked up her stomach to cup her breast. She didn't know what was happening to her but it all just felt so… good. Her breathing became ragged whenever her fingers hit the sensitive nub between her legs, and her hips began to unconsciously grind against her bed.
And then it happened. Her body shook in the pleasures of her first orgasm, a relief that Misaki had never felt before, and never knew she needed. As she let out a final moan, she fell asleep, her hands remaining in her panties and shirt, and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
As Misaki walked through the hallways of Seika High the next day, she couldn't explain it. She felt rejuvenated. Satiated. Relaxed. Gosh she felt good! She had a pep in her step that even the students noticed. She couldn't help it. Not only did she feel great, but she also had the best sleep of her life the night before.
For that reason, the President continued grinning as she took her seat in the Student Council room. She was convinced that nothing could take her from the high she was on. Unfortunately, she was wrong.
"Ms. President!" Yukimura screamed, as he dashed into the room. The feminine student collapsed against Misaki's desk, clutching a stack of papers. "It's really bad! Oh what are we going to do!"
"Yukimura, calm down and tell me what's going on. Didn't we discuss that dramatics weren't necessary?" Misaki responded, her cool and quiet demeanor remaining intact.
Yukimura forced himself to stand and shook his head quickly. He spread the papers over the desk and let out a horrid cry. "It's terrible! Oshiro Kenji is hurt and won't be able to participate in the basketball finals! Now we're definitely going to lose!"
Misaki groaned and began to rub her temples, preparing herself for a headache. Poor Yukimura always did this. Sure it was disappointing that Seika was likely not going to win the basketball championship with their star play injured, but it his hysterics weren't needed!
However, as the President leaned back in her chair, she discovered she had bigger issue. The ache had returned. No more migraines. Just… aches. Misaki took a deep breath and squeezed her thighs together. She could take care of this when she got home… after the meeting finished and she finished her shift at Maid Latte.
Of course, as the Universe hated her, Usui Takumi strolled in, another lollipop dangling out of his mouth. He gave Misaki a curious look and took a long suck out of his candy. His eyes drifted towards Yukimura, who was still crying into the desk. Realizing that he had interrupted something, Usui smirked at Misaki before disappearing back out the door he came through.
Misaki dug her nails into her legs. Her ache only grew deeper the minute that pervert came in. With a heavy sigh and two legs squeezed together, she focused her energy on consoling Yukimura. Tonight would be another long night.
A week had passed. Every day seemed the same. Misaki started her day dining on some new prize Suzuna had won in a sweepstakes competition. Then she arrived at school, where she spent hours yelling at irresponsible students, avoiding Usui Takumi, and fulfilling her duties as Student Council President. Next would be a long shift at Maid Latte, where she would entertain the Three Idiots, along with countless other perverts until she could clock out. Before she could go home and study for the night, she would always have a run in with Usui, whose infuriating words would only make her heart pound faster and her ache grow deeper.
By the time she'd lay in her bed to finally sleep, her body would be so consumed with need that the only way she could sleep would be to relieve the persistent ache. And so she would. Again, and again, and again, until exhaustion consumed her.
It was Friday. Today, however, was not like the others. Even though Misaki had spent an hour the previous night rubbing herself into oblivion, she still woke up aching. Like she was missing something. For the first time, she didn't feel sated. She felt… hot.
She barely made it through the day. Her skin was clammy, her voice hoarse, her body hot, her center drenched... She was uncomfortable, squeezing her legs together in a desperate attempt at relief for the entire day.
Unknowingly to her, Usui had been watching her the entire day. Well, he watched her everyday, but today was different. He could sense that she was off, and he was curious why. As the final bell of the day rang, he watched Misaki standing at her locker, shaking, and clearly thinking something through. The hallways soon emptied out, leaving the President alone, with the exception of her favorite stalker hidden behind the corner.
Misaki slowly crept into the Student Council room and tossed her bag on the chair. She couldn't believe she was going to do this. But… She had an eight hour shift at Maid Latte today, and if she didn't do it now, she knew she'd never make it through her shift. Misaki slid down the wall and sat on the cold, dirty tile. She flipped her skirt up and quickly dove her hands into her panties. She immediately gasped when her fingers finally made contact with her hot, damp center.
She was hypnotised by lust, desperate for relief. She pulled her panties out from under her skirt and tossed them away. She immediately began to rub her hot center, her fingers dipping in and out of her heat. Her head turned side to side as her soft gasps echoed in the empty Student Council room.
Usui stood outside of the door, trying to figure out why Misaki was hiding out in the Student Council room. It was a Friday, meaning there was no meeting. Shouldn't she be heading to the train station to go to work? Usui stared at the door knob, debating whether to open the door. However, his perverted alien ears perked up at the sound of a soft moan. He couldn't resist, and used his stalker skills to slide into the room.
What he saw nearly killed him. Misaki, sitting against the wall with her legs spread, her skin flushed, and her hands playing peek-a-boo in her most private places. Usui took a silent gulp and watched as Misaki continued, completely distracted by her own hands. She let out a small cry and continued, her head thrashing side to side.
Usui couldn't stop himself as he walked forward. His President still hadn't noticed his presence as he lowered himself onto the floor to join her. His tongue snaked out of his mouth and his hands found her thighs. He pushed them apart more, and immediately began to lick her insides, like one of his precious lollipops.
Misaki's eyes flew open, but she couldn't stop her fingers. Before she could even let out a surprised scream, her eyes made contact with Usui's, who gave her a devilish look as he licked her into oblivion. Misaki just gasped and used her free hand to pull his hair, as her fingers continued their previous activities.
Usui continued his oral assault, alternating between allowing himself to be completely consumed by the deliciously sweet taste of his precious Ayuzawa, and watching her come completely undone by the mercy of his tongue and her own fingers. Even though he never thought something would be hotter than Misaki in her Maid Latte uniform, he was wrong. This took the cake.
The blonde teenager began to suck on her sensitive nub, grinning whenever Misaki would let out a throaty moan. He let out a soft chuckle and gave her a long lick. "You know, Ayuzawa," Usui began, before giving her another few licks, "you're much more tolerable when you're like this."
Misaki couldn't believe this was happening. First, she was touching herself on school ground. Second, her perverted alien had come out of nowhere and was now using his mouth on her. And three, it was the most splendid thing she had ever experienced. Soon, her body began to spasm, and her mouth let out a lustful scream as a orgasm overcame her.
The Class President continued shaking, and slowly let go of Usui's hair. She let out another soft moan as the blonde sat up and smirked at her. He made a show of licking his lips, before grabbing Misaki's previously occupied hand and drawing her fingers into his mouth.
"Don't be afraid to ask for help Ms. President," Usui told her tauntingly as he drew her fingers in and out of his mouth. "I'll always be willing to lend a hand."
Usui stood up and looked to Misaki, who still sat against the wall, looking completely ravished. He grinned and began to walk out, before spotting a pair of frilly panties by the leg of one of the desks. Usui smirked and picked it up, shoving the material into his pocket.
"Next time, we can do a little more. You'll need more if you ever want to stop being so tense, Ms. President." With those final words, Usui walked out of the Student Council room, his fingers playing with the panties residing in his pocket.
Misaki on the other hand, stayed in her previous position. She had no idea what had just happened. She had no idea what time it was, where her underwear was, or how the hell she was going to face Usui Takumi when she saw him next.
She felt sated and languid as she walked out of the school. However, as she boarded the train to head downtown to go to work, she remembered meeting Usui's eyes in the Student Council room. She remembered the devilish glint in them. The mischief, and the lust, and the… the need. Misaki took a gulp and held on tight to the support beam in the train car. The ache was back, and it was stronger than it ever had been.
End of Part I
I hope you enjoyed this! Stay tuned for Part II!
