MY FUCKED UP HEART
By- Miss_Kirei
Hey guys! Here's the gift-fic I promised! Those who don't know about it, I promised to post a gift-fic if I won one award on the Maid Sama! Fanfiction Awards 2016. And I didn't win one…I won five! So I guess I owe this to you guys!
This is a plot that has been on my mind for a while now, but I wasn't able to write it since it is a very difficult story. I wanted to share a glimpse of the story with you all. All questions, discussions regarding the plot are happily welcome. I aim to prove that the characters aren't as perfect as they are shown in the anime/manga. We all have our inner demons, and so does Takumi. This story is rated T at the moment, but if you feel that it is inappropriate, do tell. I will change the rating to M. I do want to point out that this IS a Takumi x Misaki story, not Takumi x Original Character so please be patient with me.
PROLOGUE
Thud!
He pushes me against the wall, and presses his body on to mine. I look at him with hazy eyes, he holds my chin and kisses me fully on the lips. I shudder as the kiss ignites something in me. I want more, I eagerly run my hand through his hair, something I have wanted to do for ages. He looks at me with a devious smirk as he grabs both of my hands and holds them behind me, my flushed cheek is rubbed against the cold wall as he turns me around. He holds my hair and pushes them forward, and kisses me at the center of my spine, my nerves are on fire with his kisses, and I squirm under his hold. His hand wraps itself around my waist and the other disappears.
I am turned around again as our gazes lock again. This is totally crazy and fucking maddening, I think. He kisses me again, holding my hands over my head so that I can't try any funny business. God, I have never been kissed this way before. He takes his sweet time as he holds my chin in place with one hand, other busy with my wrists. He bites my lower lip when I try to kiss him back. He smiles deviously at me, almost pitying me, as he kisses me fully on the lips again. A moan escapes my mouth before I form any coherent thought, his hand is inside my shirt, tracing the underside of my breast. I can't remember how and when he snaked his hand inside my shirt, all I can think of is how good this feels. My knees turn to jelly as he kisses my neck, his skilled fingers teasing my soft, sensitive skin as he continues his torture. He hasn't touched my breasts yet, but I'm too dazed to care. He has completely dominated me. He pities me, and lets go of my hands, that are positively red by now. I pant for air as he steps back and looks at me as a painter does, when he finishes a masterpiece.
He awards me with a pleased grin on his face, and I look away. My heart hammers in my chest as I think about what the fuck just happened. This man, devil, completely subjugated me. I look at him, I want to wipe that stupid victorious grin off his face. I walk towards him with full intentions of making him lose. I grab a fistful of his shirt and pull him down, he's too tall for me damn it! He raises an amused eyebrow, and looks down at me. I take advantage of the situation and kiss him on the lips, a chuckle escapes from him as we kiss, and I look at him with a pout, "Really?" He's amused. Before I retort he picks me up like I am a feather and holds me against the wall, he lets go of me and holds me by my shoulder. His right leg parts both of my legs as he kisses my neck—hard.
I am breathless as I am attacked by his kisses—once again. But this time, it's worse, or the better. His leg parts my legs in such a way that I can't help but shiver in a pleasant way. The rough fabric of his jeans rubs against my thigh—my skirt is hiked up because of whatever is happening. My skin tingles at the contact and I realize how close he is to my—well, I refuse to think it out loud. He lets go of my neck and I'm almost relived, but then, he kisses me once more. I kiss him back, with my hands in his shirt, I may even have torn the buttons off his shirt from the sheer intensity of my hold, but I couldn't care less at the moment.
He moves away when breathing becomes hard, turns out he's breathless too, but not as much as me. He folds his arms in pride and male ego as he looks at me with a devious grin. Again, I am his masterpiece. I look at him with a flustered face and close my knees shut in frustration, damn it. "Come, I'll drop you home" he murmurs as he walks towards his beautiful and expensive car. I walk slowly behind him, my legs are still wobbly and my soul is still shaken.
Either my ex-boyfriends were complete douches or he's a sex-god, I think dryly as I look at myself in the rearview mirror. My face is complete red—lipstick smeared. My clothes are completely out of place, my hair looks like I just got fucked. Don't even get me started on the hickey sitting proudly on my neck. My body is on fire, and I am completely smitten by Takumi Walker.
Next update: very soon!