A/N: Well then, this would be one of my first works, so please feel free to criticize on the smallest of things.
I have just finished reading a famous (or what I beleive to be famous) manga series called Kaichou Wa Maid-samma. I must say, it was absolutely marvellous! The couples were cute, and I found the characters to be quite entertaining. The humor was a bit cheesy, but I really enjoyed it!
Thus, one day, my pervy mind was lost in thought wondering god know what. But, somehow my mind stumbled accros the thought of writing a fan fiction of my favorite anime, and to be even more bizzar, to have fun with my favorite couple. Yes, it is a lemon...speaking of which, I should post a warning for ones who ignore the authors note...Ha, just too l much work! I'll do it some other day!
Well then, I hope you enjoy one of my first fanfictions. Fell free to tell me of improvements.
Rated: M
Some Fun:
The musky summer air of the school room seem to put even more of a silence between Misaki and Usui. Misaki had stayed after school to do presidential things, and Usui decided to tag along and not surprisingly for any reason at all. It seemed that he was following her more often now, even trying to sneak into the washroom.
"Pervert," she would say in defence of his absurdly inappropriateness or "Back off."
There was no intention of harming him, but it seems that he was sad, and maybe neglected. Misaki chuckled to her own thoughts, I just can't help but think of him as a dog, she thought, a small smile seemed to stretch upon her face, taking its time to appear of full length to each ear.
Boom!
Misaki's head jerked back, expecting Usui to have broken something or to have hurt himself.
"How many times must I say this," she said, clenching her teeth out of distress,
"don't-"
Her voice was cut off by another loud sound, her head shot to the window to see light droplets of water brush against the previously scorching window. These droplets began to thicken, and they sped up, now, hitting the window with a considerable amount of force.
Her pencil slipped from her hand as they slithered to the sides of her face to cup her ears. Thunder scared her, thunder scared her very much. A weakness, something she was not suppose to share.
"Awwww...Is Kaichou afraid of thunder?" said Usui, making his way towards Misaki, whom now was whimpering. She looked up and into his eyes, her own were filled with tears, resistance to crying was present in her expression...She was indeed, horrified by it.
"That's not funny!"
Misaki's hand gripped tighter as another series of rumbles resonated through the room, a small tear drew a damp line along her jaw, dripping down slowly to her jeans. She was beyond terrified from the low rumble and the loud boom of the thunder.
She needed something or someone...to help her.
Her trembling hands reached for Usui's, for she found reassurance in his touch-in his voice. Something about him sparked a soothing aura, and Misaki enjoying how soothing it is at moments like these. Without hesitation, Usui's hand griped tightly around Misaki's slender hands, pulling her onto her feet. His arms slithered around her as he gave a warm, sweet hug, that anyone would not possibly imagine coming from him. The scent of him filled Misaki's lungs and thoughts, her arms grew the need for a tighter hug, she nuzzled closer to the base of his neck. She had a strange sensation in her core, between her legs. It was a strange feeling, it bugged her a bit, but that was not the reason why it was annoying. It seems that now, she was acting off of instincts, nothing else. Her hand reached up to the gold locks of his hair, running the silky ends through her fingers as her hands slid to his back. She was never one to be bold during times like these, but it seemed that she had today as an exception.
"I don't have an umbrella...how about you?"
Her hands gently traced small circles, slowing enlarging them. Just like her need for his reply.
Specks of pink dotted his face, as they slowly form to a dark blush, and what Misaki assumed to be embarrassment of how suggestive her statement was. Soon, his face of embarrassment soon faded to be serious, causing Misaki's mind to be set in the correct angle once more. She heard the gulp of his throat as his hands moved swiftly to push her off, as he stormed out of the room.
Was he mad at her? Did she do something wrong? She needed him...and she was not sure how to dismiss the strange sensation that lingered between her legs.
Misaki's hand made way between her legs as she gently brushed over the fabric only to see the sensation growing stronger. But, for some reason, she hardbored for the feeling even more...more and more. Every time she touched it, an addictive warmth spread outwards to the pit of her stomach, thriving for the feeling and an unnameable feeling that came after. This, carried on for quiet a bit of time, when the feeling felt to powerful, she would stop a few moments to catch her breath, before resuming. Unconscious of her own actions, Misaki began to undress herself, slipping her plaid skirt to her ankles and pulling her green uniform to rest above her chest. She rested her hip on her desk as her hand slipped underneath her panties, prying her legs open to a vulgar position. There was not time to re-adjust herself, she had a more pressing matter at hand- the strange sensations of her own touch that she could not longer get enough of.
Before she realized, she had let a adequately loud moan of a familiar name. A name, of which, she was imagining of at the moment, doing the strangest of things to her. But, that only aroused her even more.
"Ah...Usui," she said, as her fingers pried her folds open. Her middle finger touched her clitoris and massaged it gently, which forced more louder moans to escape her mouth. Her finger began to massage it more roughly, making a sudden volt of pleasure jolt though her body. Her head was thrown back, as saliva escaped from her mouth, a strange musk of sex floated about in the air. She had orgasmed, just by touching her bud.
Drip...drip...drip...
A small puddle formed on the ground, between her legs, her opening feeding more liquid into the already large puddle. Misaki's hand tumbled lifelessly to her sides, as she sat there to catch her breath.
"MISAKI?!" said Usui, as he stormed into the room, sweat plastering his hair to the back of his neck. He seemed a bit off. His face was still flushed red, as his pants seemed laboured...which suggested...no, I mustn't be.
His eyes widened to see Misaki almost naked and to be masturbating- Ironically, on the president's desk, for there was a rule for no sexual intercourses at school, during school hours.
"M-M-Misaki?" He stammered as his face flushed an even darker red.
A/N: I don't know if I should end this here...or have a whole Kaichou wa Maid-sama lemon sandwhich. Heck, no body is actually reading this! Well, if you see any improvements, please tell me!
-Good day!
