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Disclaimer: Maid-sama belongs to Hiro Fujiwara

Flashback:..

"Yes, I want you." Relief, happiness and excitement flooded throughout Takumi.

Misaki smashed her lips onto his, turning his darkened eyes into saucers at her sudden mood change. None of them knew what happened to the shy and red-faced Misaki, but none of them cared at the moment. The movie and all insecurities long forgotten.

Takumi never knew Misaki could or would turn into a sex beast at times like this but he definitely had no problem with it as Misaki seemed to have forgotten all her embarrassment and consequences of engaging in these activities with him. But what he also didn't know was what would trigger it off. For example, his inner monster would be triggered off with Misaki's violent punches and kicks in the face- gets his brain working again. So Takumi needed to be careful as he knew that once she comes back to her senses, there wouldn't even be a chance that Takumi would be even sleeping on the same bed as her, so he decided to take it slow and safe. But the second Takumi came out of his shock and started to respond to the kiss Misaki pulled back. Takumi thought that this was it for her inner desire monster. Boy, was he wrong.

Misaki pushed Takumi back on the headboard and sat on top of him in a straddle position. Hands resting on the headboard behind them, she leaned in and kissed Takumi again. The kiss was small, then grew bigger and more intenser. Takumi used his tongue to glide along Misaki bottom lip attempting to deepen the kiss. Misaki complied and opened her mouth. His tongue traced over all of her teeth then her tongue trying to memorize the layout of the inside of her mouth. The opened-mouthed kiss was very wet, so wet that the mixture of each other's saliva was starting to drip down their jaws.

Breaking the kiss for air, they both stared at hungrily (yet still lovingly) at each other. Using his tongue, Takumi licked all the dripping saliva from her chin to her bruised lips to which he painted wet and glossy. Misaki stuck her tongue out and licked all of what he had given her. She decided that he indeed tasted a bit like mint, funny because the last thing she knew he consumed was coffee. Discarding that thought away, Misaki mimicked Takumi's actions and trailed her tongue from his chin to his mouth (the little hairs from his beard that he trimmed in the morning felt spiky on her tongue), coating it with saliva just like he had earlier. But before she could pull back, Takumi had already gently captured her tongue in his mouth, sucking and licking at it like it was a lollipop forcing her to take dominance and study every corner of his mouth.

Takumi moaned into Misaki's mouth. After a few minutes they broke off in need of air. Takumi was having a hard time controlling himself and the ache in his pants were becoming unbearable.

"Can I..." Takumi asked, holding the end of her (more of his) shirt.

Misaki raised her arms in response and Takumi got the hint. Pulling the shirt at top of her head, Takumi felt that something was preventing it from coming off. With one strong tug the shirt turned out to be stuck to the girl's bra clasp and it opened with the forced Takumi used.

It happened all too soon with Takumi not even noticing. He quickly discarded the shirt without a second thought, oblivious to the fact that the bra was attached to it. When Takumi turned towards Misaki, he came face to face with her full, bare chest (because she was sitting on him created a height difference). She quickly headbutted him and clamped his eyes shut with both of her hands.

Misaki shrieked in horror at what at just occurred whilst Takumi was too paralyzed to move an inch. Yeah sure Takumi was going to see her fully naked at one point in the night, but he fully knew that right now was definitely, too early and much too sudden to be cool with it.

'OH MY GOD! THIS IS HORRIBLE! I CAN'T BELIEVE HE JUST SAW MY BREAST, MY BREAST! Why oh why did I agree to this!' Misaki was sure she could not face Takumi, so she rapidly moved her hands from his eyes and covered her tits with them making a dash towards the bathroom, locking herself in.

'Fuck, fuck, FUCK ALL OF THIS!' This is exactly what he had been afraid of. He messed up... big time.

He ran his hands through his tousled hair multiple times in luck for finding a solution. The bulge in his pants were definitely not helping. Running his hand once again in his tangled hair, Takumi settled in on the idea of firstly taking care of his... ummm... 'man problems'.

While Takumi was at that, a raven-haired female was in the bathroom hyperventilating. Just when she was about to pull at her hair, she heard groans coming from outside of the door. Alarmed that Takumi might be in trouble, Misaki quickly grabbed one of the small hand towels to cover her chest and dashed out of the bathroom, her mind focused solely to Takumi and his safety.

There Takumi was, stroking his erection through his pants, opening his fly, he was just about to take it out when he heard the wash room door slam open. He looked back and saw Misaki clad with only a bikini bottom, with one hand holding up the towel covering her chest and the other hiding her astonished red face.

Takumi's face wasn't that different from Misaki's. Who wouldn't be flushed when someone caught you in the process of masturbating. "M-misaki, I-I-"

"I-I'm sorry Takumi... I.. umm... shouldn't h-have left you h-hanging there..." Misaki shyly cut him off.

None of them dared to speak and just let the air around them fill the with awkwardness. But, then an idea popped into Misaki's head.

"Oi, Takumi" She interrupted the silence, taking slow torturess steps towards him, "I could... you know... help you if you want..." She started to play with the waistband strings on his bottoms, close to the prominent bulge while still using one hand to hold up the towel.

"Sooooo?" She continued. Takumi, surprised by her actions, stared straight into her eyes and knew the monster was yet again released.

"Yes, Misaki, I do need some help." Said Takumi with his trademark smirk. Just by looking at the almost naked Misaki, with her hands so close to his most intimate spot, was turning him on even more.

She used her hands that was playing with his pajama strings to pull him up in a standing position. She then pulled his shirt up over his head.

"What is kaichou going to do to me?" Takumi mused.

"Shut up or I am not going to do anything" And Takumi did just that knowing she is true to her words.

Misaki used her left hand to push his head forward so that she can crash their lips together. Takumi was caught off-guard but responded, nonetheless. Soon their closed-mouthed kiss gained more passion and their tongues.

Forgetting that her chest was bare, Misaki threw the towel out from her hand and fisted it into his soft locks. Takumi also forgetting that her breast were exposed, used his hands to hold the small of her back to push her closer to him.

Once their chest smashed, soft against hard, they both stopped mid-kiss to groan aloud. Misaki wanted to feel more of him so she continued her kisses, from his mouth, to his jaw, throat, collarbone, chest, navel, all the way down to the waistband of his pants. They both gasped and the closeness.

She was on her knees and just when Takumi thought Misaki was going to trail back up, she surprised him once again when she lightly pecked him on his unexposed crotch, earning an unidentified noise coming from the back of his throat.

"Misaki..." She looked up to his worried expression, and she smiled reassuringly to him. "You don't have to force yourself into anything." Even though Takumi's mind was clouded with lust, he still wanted to make sure she was comfortable.

"N-no... I want to," Misaki wasn't lying as she does sometimes have fantasies of her... touching him. She kissed him again in the same spot. Her kisses grew more passion with more force and she was soon having a make-out session with his jailed cock.

"God!...ahhh... Misaki!" Takumi continually moaned her name and let out a noise of frustration and disappointment when she abruptly stood up.

"What's wrong" Takumi confused why she stopped.

"Oh nothing... it's just that you're pants are in the way" He was genuinely surprised how she said that so bluntly and calmly. She made it this far, and she wasn't going to back out now from her shyness.

"Then, hon', why don't you take them off?" Takumi asked with a sly smirk.

Misaki responded with a sly smile of her own. "Don't mind if I do"

"Why would I mind? You can strip whenever you want" Ignoring his comment Misaki hooked her fingers on each sides of his bottom (stained with her saliva), and pulled his pants down. Takumi stepped out and used his foot to throw it in a random corner of the suite.

Misaki stood back to admire the glory of her husband clad in a pair of white briefs that were way too tight for him. She noticed it right away. From when her eyes started it's journey from the top of his head, she noticed he was straining in his underwear. She was actually quiet surprised that he preferred briefs over boxers.

While Misaki was doing that, Takumi also made the best of the moment to admire Misaki clad in only a revealing pair of bikini bottoms. From her tousled hair, to her flushed face, fair skin, heaving chest and so on. Takumi could easily state that it was the most beautiful site he has ever witnessed.

Takumi took a step forward and closed the distance between them, leaned forward and captured her lips with his. Both parting their lips and groaning simultaneously feeling each others' tongues invading their mouths.

After a few seconds, Misaki broke off the kiss to continue downwards just like before. She stuck her tongue out and made her way to one of his nipples, leaving a trail of saliva that felt cool on his skin with the air passing by. She traced circles with her tongue around his nipple and gave it a light suck earning more noises of pleasure from him.

Once she was done with that, she trailed lower, arching her back and licked his shaft through his underwear. Takumi could just imagine that same tongue running along his length causing him to harden some more. Misaki thought she was imagining thing when she saw his underwear even tighter than before.

"You should get on you're knees Misaki," Takumi suggesting for her comfort. She complied and stood on her knees blushing at the awkwardness of the position. Her faced comes face to face with his erection.

"Misaki... urgh... how much longer are you going to make me endure" A groan of what sounded like pain interrupted his sentence.

"Oh my god, does your... 'thing' hurt that bad!?" Takumi, touched by how worried his wife was, stroked her hair to reassure her.

"I would be overly exaggerating if I said it hurt, just frustrating and uncomfortable, nothing to fret about" Misaki just nodded, still overly embarrassed of their position.

She continued her assaults on her husband, hooking her fingers in his underwear just like she did with his pants. But this time, she didn't pull down, instead stayed frozen in place. 'This is the first time I'm going to see his... and omigod! In the way I'm sitting, it'll be ... right in front of my face!'

She was brought back to reality when Takumi placed both of his hands on top of hers, pushing his briefs down. Misaki closed her eyes shut, and allowed him to throw his underwear somewhere unimportant.

But Misaki still did not open her eyes yet. She could just imagine Takumi standing stark naked a few inches away from her, feeling her underwear getting all the more soaked from the erotic thought that was in fact the reality she had yet to face.

"Misaki, it's okay to look" Takumi coaxed in the most gentlest voice he had.

She reluctantly opened her eyes and got the shock of her lifetime. Him being big was an understatement, he was HUGE! Thick, long and hard.

A few minutes have passed and Misaki was still staring wide eyed at his groin, unsure of what to do next. Takumi was slightly squirming under her stare, even his penis was twitching.

"Touch it..." Seeing Misaki still frozen in place, he grabbed both of Misaki's and made her grip his cock, one at the base of it, and the other at the top.

They both gasped at the contact.

"W-What n-now" Misaki stuttered, still unsure of what to do.

"Do whatever you want Misaki" He started then decided to get more descriptive "You can stroke it, or lick it, or you can, you know, swallow it.." Trying to give her hints of what he wanted.

It was quiet obvious, even to the dense Misaki that Takumi an oral. But, she was unsure if she wanted that for a lot of reasons. She voiced out one of them: "You... umm... pee out of there, I don't wanna swallow pee.."

Takumi stared dumbfounded at her. 'What is she thinking.. swallowing pee?' He put a hand over his mouth to sniffle a laugh, but failed miserably, and burst into huge fits of laughter.

"W-what are y-you laughing at?!" Misaki was started to get angrier by the second. 'How dare he laughs at my worries!'

"Misaki, oh my cute Misaki... why would I urinate in your mouth?" He asked in between one last finishing laugh. He chuckled at her cute embarrassed expression. "The only thing that would come out of me is cum, and if you're unsure about that I will pull out so you don't have to eat it. Is that okay?"

"O-okay" She murmured in a very small almost in-audible voice. But, our alien still heard it.

Misaki's hands, which were still holding him, started to hump him going up and down, increasing speed as time passed by. Soon, Misaki added her tongue into the process earning loud grunts and moans. She procceeded on and put him inside her mouth, her head bobbing up and down.

"Misaki... look to you're right" Takumi said, interrupted by one of his husky groans. She turned her head to the right only to find her eyes staring right back at her as there was a full length mirror over there. It was a definite turn on to look ate herself kneeling before a naked Takumi, sucking his cock.

"Ugh.. Misaki!" True to his words, Takumi pulled out of her mouth all let his seeds shoot out of the tip of his penis. The feeling was amazing to Takumi. He noted that it was much more pleasurable with Misaki, that his own two hands.

But what happened next wasn't Misaki's cup of tea. His semen shot out right to her neck dripping down her torso all the way to the vacuumed rug, leaving her feeling dirty and sticky. "TAKUMI!" Angry at him for being so careless as to what he was cumming on.

When Takumi looked down, he saw his beloved Misaki fuming from anger and embarrassment, smeared with his semen. His soften cock was again activated by the sight. He got an idea that will content both of them, well mostly him as Misaki would just turn into a tomato head much to his joy.

"Let's take a bath together." He smiled in triumph seeing Misaki's horror filled eyes.

So sorry for the late updates, a lot was going on this week, but anyways, one more chapter to go my lovely readers! :D And don't forget to review!