A/N: I own nothing of Maid-Sama. Enjoy!

Misaki froze as the video call popped up on her phone screen, pillow in between her legs. Usui Takumi were the words blared.

After Usui had left, all she had wanted to do was relieve herself of all the tension she been carrying all evening. He was pure sin walking on legs, and she wanted to drown herself in the depths of his desire. She had tried to use some of the emotions she had felt being pinned against the wall to improve her novels, but the more she wrote about it, the more the raw heat between her thighs burned. It was so distracting that she closed her laptop before flopping on the bed in exasperation.

For the second time since she had met Usui, she was in heat, enough to fantasize about him. So off went her hand exploring underneath her jeans, feeling how she was still wet from their encounter. He had touched her there last time in his studio. She couldn't feel him fully then as the annoying barrier of her clothes was there but the sensation of his fingers were like ghosts whispering across her skin. She should never have had answered his texts, let alone his call, right in the middle of pleasuring herself. But his voice has been huskier than usual, beckoning her to forbidden promises if she answered the video call. Never had she even sexted before, nor had she ever experienced dirty talk. But with Usui, he promised much, much more and she wanted to experience them all.

Her finger moved with a mind of its own, pressing the green answering button. She didn't know what to expect from Usui. The image of his smug face ready to tease her perhaps. But certainly not the screen showing him lounging on his couch, his button up shirt half way unbuttoned, exposing just a glimpse of the wide V of golden skin. The smooth expanse of bare skin with a dusting of golden hairs made her swallow. And his eyes. They were burning like green Greek fire.

"Nice bra."

And there it was, the teasing she was expecting. His grin grew even wider as his eyes scanned the sweaty form she was in.

All of her clothes had been thrown off, even the underwear she had been wearing previously. Somewhere in the depths of her drawers was a black piece lingerie set of bra and panties. It was not her usual attire of nude-colored and comfortable underwear. But she had wanted to feel wanted tonight, dare she say it, even sexy. The bra made it look like she had more than what she actually had, accentuating curves she didn't know existed and giving hints of cleavage. She had actually bought the lace bra and pantie on a whim to surprise Shintani and never ended up using it. The look that Shintani had given her when she had first worn the lingerie was not of pure need or want. It was confusion, then turned into emotions that was akin to part awkwardness and disgust. Shintani, still naive and innocent despite being married, had actually been turned off by the tiny bits of cloth. The Misaki he had wanted was a pure and demure housewife, not an independent seductress. She hadn't felt wanted then.

"Beautiful," Usui murmured. The desire was flagrant in his voice.

Tonight, Misaki didn't want to think about Shintani. Here was a man in front of her, though not physically. He wanted her. Thought she was gorgeous. Thought she was sexy. It felt...empowering. No more did she need to hide her sensuality in privacy.

"I'd like it better if it was off though."

"Would you?" Her own bold words surprised her. Angling the camera of the phone, she let her free hand teasingly trail over her collarbone to lightly dance over the tops of her cleavage before squeezing her right breast. Closing her eyes, Misaki imagined it was his large and welcoming caressing her breast. He had palmed her there at his apartment, and her skin had almost exploded in fireworks at the sensations he had caused. Her nipples hardened under the thin lace at the thought. She deliberately bit the bottom of her lip as she rolled the hardened nipple in her fingers. Yes, he would do this to her. His hot mouth licking her to insanity.

Usui chuckled darkly. "Always full of surprises, hmm, Ayuzawa? You're giving quite a show." He leaned back into the cushions of his couch. "I feel bad about not giving you one as well. I always give as much as I receive."

Misaki opened her eyes to see him slowly unbutton the rest of his shirt. His chest was impressive. Every bit as she thought he would be, as she had felt him pinning her against the wall and couch. Usui was lean, his muscles smoothly defined. He ran a palm down his abdomen and Misaki wished she could feel him as well. How nice would it be to feel the sinews of flesh and muscle flex under her touch? Her phone's camera wasn't quite the HD, but the lines of his abdomen were well defined enough to be seen past the limits of her technology.

Then the last button holding the shirt closed was released. His shirt lay open like an unwrapped present that she eagerly feasted her eyes upon. Soon, Usui tossed off his shirt into somewhere she couldn't see in the phone's screen. His bare chest was magnificent now that she could admire it in the whole. The broad shoulders that she wanted to bite. The lean but not overly muscular biceps she wanted to wrap her fingers around. The collarbone that she wanted to kiss and taste. She wanted to pepper all of his skin with small kisses. And the lines of his abdomen were almost mouthwatering. He was like a forbidden fruit she wanted to have all to herself. She wanted to lick those lines, letting her tongue leave hot trails of fire until he was groaning and shivering underneath her. He would be hers. All hers.

"Seems a little unfair that I'm completely topless and you're not."

Misaki panned the camera down until it could view her lower half. Bare legs and her modesty covered by a very immodest triangle of lace. "Seems fair to me when I'm wearing barely anything down here."

Usui took a sharp intake of breath when her free hand abandoned her breast to stroke herself between the thighs. Misaki sank into the bed, her back flat with her knees drawn up. She let the camera have a perfect view of between her thighs. Teasingly, she continued to stroke herself outside her underwear. Perhaps the dark color of her panties prevented Usui from seeing just how aroused she was, but she could feel the lace get wet under her ministrations. She was almost dripping with need. Nonetheless, Usui let out a small growl.

"You're torturing me, sweetheart."

Fascinated, she gazed hungrily at him as Usui's hand deftly unzipped his jeans. He was erect, his cock straining against his briefs. But Usui stopped himself from removing any other article of clothing, choosing to rub himself through the cloth. He looked like a regal prince lounging on the couch, satisfying himself at the sight of his luscious lover, a mere courtesan eager to please and be pleased by His Highness.

"You're the one torturing us both. You didn't have to leave me like that." Misaki's throat had begun to go dry as she watched his hand dance along his member. Indeed, he could have stayed. And Misaki would have allowed him to stay the night. It could have been her hands smoothing over velvet skin, playing with his hardened length. In turn, he could have done anything to her as long as he worshiped her body. Now they both had to endure the consequences of being far apart.

Her hand left the throbbing need in between her thighs to slowly unclasp her lacy bra. The thin straps fell off her her shoulder, then the lacy cups slid down her arms. Like Usui, she flung the bra somewhere in the unknown depths of her bedroom. Usui grinned wolfishly in appreciation as her breasts were freed from their prison. Pink areolas with a slightly darker hue of pink nipples. Soft, creamy white flesh, unexposed to the sunlight. Her hand reached up to her breasts again to slowly massage them. She was average, but Usui was looking at her as though she had the bosom of a goddess.

"Do you like what you see?"

Where had her sudden brashness come from? She could never had imagined the words coming out from her mouth, nor could she imagined massaging her breasts and mischievously squishing her chest together towards the camera while video calling someone else. Her fingers gently pinched one nipple, then the other. She was so turned on, not caring what others would think about her. And Usui's darkening desire in his eyes was only arousing her more and more.

"I do like what I see. Beautiful. What a pity I can't touch or taste. Next time I will though, that I promise." A light sheen of sweat glistened on his skin. Usui's hips rose slightly off the couch every time as he stroked himself. "Touch yourself. Down there," he commanded. He was a royal, commanding the maid to pleasure him through only the sensation of sight.

She did what he asked. Only this time, she slowly pushed her panties down her thighs. She couldn't help but smile wickedly as his eyes followed the panties' journey down her long legs. The black lace finally slipped off, until she was completely exposed and bare to him. Part of Misaki wanted to close her legs, suddenly beginning to be a little shy that he was seeing her in a place kept so private from others. No one, not even her ex-husband, had looked this closely at her.

"Don't hide yourself." It was like he could read her mind. "Spread your legs."

Shyly, almost hesitantly, she let her thighs open, releasing the tension. Her black curls between her thighs were slick with her arousal juices. The hand holding her phone adjusted until he could see her wet folds. All for him. Misaki moaned as her free hand spread her folds open a bit. She let her fingers brush against her clitoris, enjoying the sparks of pleasure rolling off her body.

"I-I want to see you, too." She demanded. It would hardly count as fair if she was the only one buck naked.

Usui chuckled. The low rumbles of amusement tickled off her skin and left goosebumps. He was like warm thunder. Making sure she was watching, Usui pulled down his boxers, enough that his cock was freed. He looked glorious. Thick and full. Powerful. His hand cupped the head, letting his thumb draw lazy circles at the top. A little bit of his pre-cum glistened. "Satisfied, Misaki?"

Misaki froze, her mouth slightly open in surprise. Her name rolled off his perfect lips like diamonds against rose petals. The word of familiarity was arousing as her need throbbed in heat. A little moan escaped her lips. It did not go unnoticed by Usui.

"You want to know what I'm thinking right now? I'm thinking next time, I want those lips of yours to be doing what I'm doing right now. My hard cock inside your mouth as I fuck you between your legs with my fingers. Would you like that, Misaki?"

With every word coming from his wicked mouth, Misaki wanted to melt in the hellfires. Her mouth opened and closed.

"I want you to imagine me doing that to you right now. Go on, pleasure yourself." Wordlessly, she obeyed. One small finger carefully entered herself. She was small, much too small for her liking. And his fingers were much longer and harder. He would feel so rough, so hard inside her. Everything she wanted. In the moment she didn't want soft or sensual, she wanted rough and hard.

"Yes, that's it, sweetheart. Stroke yourself. My fingers will be there next time. My mouth on your lips. Bare skin on bare skin."

Misaki stared at him hungrily as he pleasured himself with one hand. Up and down. His cock stood straight at attention, sections of flesh disappearing from view as his hand teased himself along its length. She could imagine it was his cock inside her as well. Would it make her feel full? Would she scream in both pleasure and pain as he stretched her to the limits? What would he taste like inside her mouth while he ravished her? He would be just rough enough to tread the lines between pain and pleasure. And she in turn wanted to ride him boldly, crashing down against him until he was begging for more just like she wanted to cry out for him. Would he mind if her fingernails dug slightly into his skin while she rode him? His fingers would skim her sides down to her waist, thrusting into her as she would reciprocate. He would sit up, capturing a wanting a breast in his mouth, suckling the hard nub of a nipple in his mouth. Then their lips would be interlocked in a passionate kiss.

"Tell me what you're imagining me doing right now. Am I touching you there?"

His voice was so seductive that her legs were beginning to be weak. "Yes, you're taking me from behind. Your cock...so hard, inside me. I need more!" She didn't let bother to hold back the whimper of pleasure as a second finger joined the first.

Her body was rapidly getting to a peak. She was close, so close. She had never been so close before. Yes, she had never reached her satisfaction. No man or of her own doing had made her orgasm before. And with only a few dirty phrases, Usui had her pushing against the boundaries she had never touched before.

A third finger was added, and she mewled in satisfaction at the wider intrusion. She felt free to let loose the small sighs of contentment.

"Misaki...," Usui groaned as his own hand stroked harder and faster. "Yes, moan just like that. Fuck, you'd feel so tight and hot around me."

Yes, she would. She could almost feel him thrusting inside her, pounding into her until she could see stars. Tight hands around her waist or caressing her bare back and cleavage. Then soft lips pressing into her neck. Hard chest against her front as he would keep up his relentless fucking. Then he would roll them around until her chest was pressed firmly against the mattress. He would tug her hips back as he thrust into her. Would it be short, hard thrusts, or would he plunge himself into her deeply until he was all the way in before pulling all the way out to repeat the process? Would he spank her ass as he penetrated her flesh while his fingers busied themselves at her clitoris? Usui's moans and grunts of pleasure would be behind her, working furiously to bring her crashing down in release.

Her thumb brushed against her clitoris and then she flew. "Usui!" Her orgasm ripped through her, her body shuddering as waves and waves of hot desire crashed against every fiber of her being.

Lazily, she watched as Usui's hand flew quick over his cock. Soon, his hips shot up into his hands as he brought about his own orgasm. Trails of his cum slowly dribbled down his still hardened cock. His hands slowed down but didn't stop as he continued to stroke himself. Now and then, he emitted little growls and groans of pleasure as his hand touched himself. Yes, she could imagine this. Through her own release he would still be thrusting into her with his hard cock. She wanted to lose herself in him again and again.

All too soon, her high slowly faded away. The pair stayed silent as they watched each other enjoy the post-coital bliss. Usui's chest was heaving up and down as well. Beads of sweat ran down his chest. What a pity he wasn't there with her or else she would have gladly lapped up the bead of sweat until he couldn't resist anymore. Yes, he would be the type to last more than once in bed, more than enough to satisfy her needs all night.

Then the wave of exhaustion came as she slowly came down from her high. Her eyelids fluttered close.

"Next time, I'll make you scream Takumi."

"You pervert."

Those were the last words she uttered before sleep overtook her.

Takumi groaned as his hands worked furiously to work out a third orgasm. He wished he had his other hand free but it was still holding onto his phone where the video chat had not ended. Ayuzawa had fallen asleep before she could end the call.

He felt a tad guilty for not ending the video right away after she had fallen asleep and for peeping at her nude body while he masturbated. He had already come once since she had fallen sleep. But he just couldn't help it. The orgasmic look of bliss on her face while she had found her climax was something he would never forget. Her eyes were shining bright, her lips in a small 'O' of delight. And when she had fallen asleep, her phone had dropped onto a small hill of crumpled sheets and blankets between her view was enough to see in between her creamy thighs, the slope of her soft belly, the two curves of her breasts and her angelic face. He was able to see her aroused juices slowly drip down her pink flesh. The slick folds were evidence to her lust. His second orgasm had come about after imagining his white seed spilling out from her folds and onto her curly black her after he would come inside her. Then he would do so again and again while they both worked up a sweat exploring the delights of each other's bodies.

His. All his.

He would worship and honor her. That smart mouth of hers would work all over his body, taunting him and driving him insane. Never in his life had he recalled wanting someone so badly.

Pervert she had called him. Perhaps she was right. How low had he fallen for this angelic creature, making him want her even when she was asleep? He would make love to her all night, all day. None of his photographs could ever capture her beauty and personality. His little temptress. And the way her lips and uttered his name... Perhaps next time 'Takumi' would roll off her lips in a scream when his fingers and lips worked to give her pleasure.

As his third release came about, he ended the video call. He could go on forever with the memory of her and her actions tonight burned in his brain. But now was not the time as his conscience berated him for touching himself while looking at a sleeping woman. Takumi would be surely punished by karma somehow, most likely by her if she ever found out what had transpired while she slept.

He couldn't wait to see her next time and repeat their actions in the flesh.

A/N: Hope ya'll enjoyed it. Let me know how I'm doing~

A/N 2: RIP. When you update and someone unfavorites. I guess that's one way of letting me know how I'm doing. T.T I will do my best to improve my writing then~