A/N: I do not own Skip Beat!
Hello all! So today is day 1 of a challenge I found on another fandom called Smutember. haha Great name right. I found it on Tumblr for the Miraculous Ladybug Fandom. You can find it with #smutember2020.
They give 30 days of prompts that I need to write a frisky scene to and post it - EVERYDAY! This is a huge challenge for me because I don't write fast. I'm only 7 chapters ahead of schedule and I'm terrified of not making it on time. BUT it is for fun and if I miss a day I will try not to stress about it.
Because of this, these are not going to be proofread well, sorry in advanced. And they will range from 500 words to -ahem- 7000 because I got inspired by a prompt. haha.
So here is my contribution of SkipBeat! SMUTember! haha I hope you enjoy it. Chapter 1 has some setup for the premise of the remainder of the story.
Day 1 – Dirty Talk
Kyoko smiled as patiently and politely as she could as the interviewer constantly bombarded her with questions about everything other than her new show.
"Hizuri-san grew up in the States, but you've decided to have a traditional Japanese wedding. Did his family object to that?"
"No, they were very open to the idea," she answered and then took a breath to try and redirect the conversation. "So…"
"Is that the reason why everyone is coming to Japan rather than having the wedding in America?" The interviewer interrupted trying to get as much out of her as possible.
Kyoko took a breath and let it out. She pressed her lips together and fingered her engagement ring. Not that she was doing that to tease or show off, but to remind her that all of this was worth it. That the man who gave it to her was worth all of the attention.
"Even though we have made our debut in America, Japan is our home and we agreed that we wanted to have the wedding here," she replied. "About the show…"
"Why was the engagement so short? Is there something you'd like to announce to the public before the wedding day?"
It has not been short! It's been 4 years! Enough of this!
"Yoshisama-san, I'm afraid I'm rather pressed for time. Are there any more questions about Sweet Bean?
"Ah yes, of course," Yoshisama blushed lightly. "No, you have answered all of our questions, but if you don't mind…."
Kyoko smiled, stood up and bowed down. "I would love to answer more questions about the wedding, but I do need to go if I'm going to make it to my next appointment."
"Yes, of course. Thank you for all of your time," Yoshisama stood up and bowed while Kyoko quickly made her exit.
As soon as the door closed behind her, Kyoko let out a frustrated sigh. There were 5 questions about her show versus 20 questions about the wedding. Wasn't the interview with Kuon enough for the populace last week? She shook her head and reached into her purse for her car keys and her phone.
The phone rang four times before Yukihito could pick up. "Hi, Yashiro-san. The interview ran a little late. Were there any changes to the shooting schedule today?"
"No," he answered. "Everything is still to schedule. They were already aware that you'd be coming later in the afternoon. As soon as you arrive, they will get you dressed and start filming your scenes. Are you prepared for the long night?"
Kyoko nodded and then answered, "Yes. Filming all evening is better than having to fend off nosy interviewers." She made her way to her car and pushed the little button on her key to unlock it.
Yukihito laughed. "If it helps, Kuon-kun is answering those kinds of questions every time someone talks to him."
"Except they don't think he's pregnant just because we are getting married 6 weeks after the announcement," she grumbled.
"Ah, well…."
Kyoko flushed as she shut her car door harder than necessary. "Did someone say something to him!?"
"Not as directly, and you know how he is. He shuts them down with a borderline threat and his smile," Yukihito explained, making Kyoko laugh.
"He is handy for things like that," she chuckled. "Okay, I'm heading over to the studio. Is he still filming?"
"Yes," he replied. "I had to step outside the studio to answer your call. His day should end around 6 as predicted. I'll let him know you called."
"Thanks, Yashiro-san. I probably won't hear from you until tomorrow, so have a good evening," she said. Yukihito replied in kind and they hung up allowing Kyoko to head to the studio.
It wasn't until a little after 6 when he got off work and sent her a text, but it wasn't until after 7 when she saw it.
Kuon 3: Hi Sweetheart. I'm all done for the night. I'm heading home. Call me when you can. Love you.
Kyoko grinned as soon as she saw it and her whole demeanor lit up. It was their dinner break and she was in the group dressing room with her two co-stars. She immediately pressed the button to call him up.
"Kyoko-san, you coming to eat with us?" Chiori asked and Kyoko held up her hand for a moment. Her phone rang and rang and then finally clicked over to his voice mail. She twisted her lips wondering what Kuon was doing and then looked up at Chiori with a smaller smile.
"Sure," she agreed. Chiori, herself, and surprisingly enough Erika Koenji headed to a near by restaurant for their dinner break. After the Lotus event a few years back, Erika recuperated from her accident and made major advancements with her acting career. She was still Kanae's self-declared rival even though only Kyoko herself was the only one neck to neck on the polls with her best friend.
Chiori groaned as they waited for their meal. "How many more scenes do we have to do?"
"Three," Kyoko answered with a yawn. "We are making good time."
Erika scoffed, "If someone made it in earlier, we would have been done." She eyed Kyoko.
Kyoko opened her mouth to apologize but Chiori chimed in while glaring at Erika, "If someone was here for the rest of the week, we wouldn't have to squeeze everything in today."
Erika rolled her eyes. "This is what happens when you agree to a show with three main stars. I should be beyond this in my career by now."
"Please, if you weren't so…"
*Ding*
Kyoko pulled away from Chiori and Erika's almost daily arguing to pull out her phone.
1 Text message Kuon 3.
She smiled and quickly unlocked her phone.
Kuon 3: Sorry, I missed your call. I was in the gym.
It's okay. I'm on my dinner break and was hoping… but it's okay. You probably ate already, right? Right?!
He immediately replied. Kuon 3: Yes, dear. A picture soon followed his text of an empty and newly cleaned bento box. She recognized it and knew exactly she had put into it.
Good. You'll never gain the muscle the director wants if you don't eat more.
Kuon 3: I always knew you only loved me for my body. ;)
Kyoko giggled softly into her hand.
"There she goes again," Chiori stated. It was only then when Kyoko noticed that they had stopped arguing. She looked up at them and saw that Chiori was smirking knowingly at her and Erika looked away arrogantly.
*Ding*
Kyoko pushed her phone down with a blush without looking at the text. "Sorry. It's…"
"Kuon," they both said in unison furthering Kyoko's embarrassment.
Erika groused, "Please spare us another sickening scene of Japan's number 1 couple. It's bad enough that you two pop up in every magazine and talk show in existence, the fact that I have to witness it in person…"
"Oh shut up," Chiori snapped. "All you do is complain. You're just jealous that Kyoko…"
The server came with their food and they did not stop their bickering. Kyoko quickly flipped her phone around in her lap and opened the message.
She gasped loudly.
"What? Are you okay?" Chiori asked with concern.
Kyoko turned a beet red face up at the table and she shook her head. "Nothing," she spluttered. "It's nothing. Look, Yum food!" She eagerly started attacking her food with gusto and an overly bright smile. The two girls dismissed it and started eating as well. It wasn't long before they started "talking" again. Kyoko watched them and idly wondered how the three of them played best friends on film.
*Ding*
Blood rushed to Kyoko's face and she timidly looked down at her phone.
Kuon 3: I was only teasing, sweetheart.
She pressed her lips together before taking another bite. She unlocked her phone and bit her lip as she looked at the messages on her phone.
Kuon 3: I always knew you only loved me for my body. ;)
Kuon 3: What do you think? Soon, you'll be sharing a bed with this.
She pressed the picture to enlarge it and felt her face heat up. He had taken a picture of himself without a shirt. His body was swollen because of the workout, all curved hard muscle. Her eyes ate up his frame from the wide rounded shoulders, the firm pecs of his chest, to the ripple that made his abdomen. His thumb was hooked onto the band of his sweat pants revealing a little bit of the V that led down to his most intimate of places. She was also able to see some of the dark blonde hair that showed off his natural color. His body was glistening with sweat looking all the more appealing.
"Hmm I can see why you are distracted now," Chiori said. Her voice was right beside her ear.
"WAH!" Kyoko jumped and pulled the phone up to her chest. "CHIORI!" she yelped. Her heart was in her throat and she was having trouble breathing past it.
"What was it?" Erika asked and then shook her head. "No, never mind. I don't want to know. It's from him, isn't it? Only Hizuri-san could get her face to look like that."
Kyoko frowned. "Like what?"
Erika stuck her tongue out and started to pant like a dog.
"I do not look like that!" Kyoko objected.
Chiori snorted. "That's true. This time she was merely drooling while sexting with her fiancé."
"Ew," Erika cringed.
"I am not sexting. He was letting me know his progress on his training. He is trying to bulk up for a film," she defended.
"Koenji-san, what do you call it when a man sends you a half-naked picture of themselves to you?" Chiori asked.
"Evidence of harassment," Erika answered.
Chiori scoffed and added, "A wanted picture."
"A hacker's wet dream for a scandal to sell to tabloid magazines," Erika amended. "Seriously, do not take naked pictures of yourself. The moment it's on your phone, there is a chance someone will find it. Have you read all those victimized artists that were trying to have a little fun and then suddenly all of their naked pictures and videos are all over the internet for perverts…."
"For fucks sake, Koenji!" Chiori cursed. "Can't anything nice come out of your damn mouth? I didn't know that the silver spoon you were born with rotted to the point where nothing but shit comes out of it."
Erika sneered. "Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black? You and your vulgar mouth. How do you function with a vocabulary like that? I'm sure you've gotten kicked out of every reputable place…"
Kyoko sighed and returned to her meal and her phone. She smirked at it seeing his picture one last time and pressed back.
Kuon 3: I was only teasing, sweetheart.
Promises, promises. We've been together for how long now and all you ever do is tease. Good thing I love you so much.
Kyoko hesitated before pushing the send button and then why not. She looked up to rejoin the conversation.
"And what was with that crap you did in the second scene today? You keep trying to make your character more than what she is. You are the stupid bubbly one! Not the brains and not the front man. The stupid one for the males to drool over."
"That's her," she pointed to Kyoko. "And at least I'm popular with the fans, unlike you – little miss shy nerd with no personality. All brains and no…"
"You finish that sentence and I'll…" Chiori started and Kyoko's phone dinged again. She took another bite of her meal and looked at her phone.
Kuon 3: You are calling me... Me? A tease? Says the girl who just the other night left me high and dry after sitting in my lap in a short little dress.
I didn't hear any complaints. In fact, I don't believe we spoke much at all that night.
Kuon 3: Kyoko love, are you coming over tonight?
She sighed wishing she could go over. Her thumbs tapped over her screen in reply. I would love to, but I have three more scenes to film. She looked up at her co-stars and shook her head.
I really would prefer to spend the evening with you. She added.
The reply was almost immediate. Kuon 3: Are Chiori and Erika going at it again?
Yes, so tell me. What am I missing out on to go with that lovely picture from earlier?
"The only reason you got this role is because daddy paid for it!" Chiori yelled.
Erika snapped. "I haven't used daddy's money or name in years. I got that role on my own!"
"Yeah, I believe it. Because it's so hard to get the role of an idiot blonde!" Chiori berated.
"You only got yours because no one wanted it! Ume sucks," Erika continued. "She has no lines, no purpose to the show except to make the damn food!"
Kyoko finally chimed in. "All of us make the food and all three of the characters are important…"
"Yeah, yeah. I read the scripts too you know," Erika griped. "Look goodie-goodie, I wouldn't be here if I didn't know the promise this show held. You don't need to tell me how the story goes. I already know."
*Ding*
Chiori once again came to Kyoko's defense. "Obviously not if that's your opinion of Ume. Kyoko-san is trying to explain something your dumb brain didn't take in…."
Kuon 3: You missed out on a hot shower with yours truly. But if you were with me, we could have shared a bath. Would you have joined me? Soaking in a hot, steaming bath with you in my arms. We'll use those bath salts you like. Put on some soft music. Pour you a glass of your favorite wine. I can make you feel really good.
She smiled softly. Her whole body was feeling warm and fuzzy thinking about it. No, they have never taken a bath together like that. She's bathed there before. Fell asleep in his arms on the couch. Eventually ending up in his guest room the next morning. She did find a favorite wine after her 20st birthday. Kuon was very much an instigator of her drinking. Always having her try new things but never pushing her past her comfort zone. Which was huge because he was her comfort zone. It didn't matter what she was doing, she felt safe with him.
You always make me feel good. Talking to you like this makes me feel good.
Kuon 3: I want to make you feel good with more than just my words.
Hmm, you do well in that area too. Kyoko could feel her cheeks heat up as she remembered some of their more intimate dates. The hours spent kissing, him holding her, touching her. His next words appeared on her screen.
Kuon 3: It's easy to do something you love. All I want to do is to bring pleasure to you, my dear sweet Kyoko.
Kuon 3: To kiss your lips
Kuon 3: To touch your warm soft skin
Kuon 3: To hold you in my arms as I make you feel good all over.
"Kyoko-san!" Chiori yelled out snapping Kyoko's face up. "Time to go!" she told her for the umpteenth time.
"Oh, right. Sorry!" Kyoko grabbed her purse and started to follow them out of the restaurant to the car. She quickly typed out. I need to drive back to the set.
Kuon 3: Drive safe. I love you.
To say that Kyoko wasn't distracted the rest of the night would be a lie. Thankfully, Kyoko was able to swallow back her lust exactly like Chiori and Erika swallowed their dislike for each other to end the night before 10pm.
Kyoko arrived back home. Her body drained of all energy as she walked up the stairs and to her room. She wanted to collapse on the futon and fall asleep completely clothed, make-up and all… but she undressed and made her way to the bath. She sunk into the hot water after cleaning up and sighed. It was small and it didn't have any special salts or additives. It was simple hot water slowly eating away the day from her body.
She had her phone with her and thought to put on some white noise. Kuon's handsome face smiled at her as she unlocked her screen. It brought to mind the conversation she had earlier and she dared to go back to it. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she reread the texts. Soon, they would be living together as husband and wife. Soon, they would get to spend every free moment together. Going home to him. Eating dinner. Reading lines. Taking baths. Falling asleep and waking up all with him.
"Soon can't come soon enough," she whispered to the empty room.
Feeling bold, she sunk into the little tub a little. She lifted her phone up into the air and snapped a photo of herself. Looking at it, she blushed at the lack of cover the water provided. Deleting that picture, she adjusted around until she hid her most intimate spots until she had one that she was happy with. Looking at it now, she didn't think it was as appealing as the one he sent her.
It's not like he hasn't seen them before. She said looking down at her chest. But the words Erika said earlier about dirty pictures and what not made her send the modest one to him. Then captioned it.
The bath is lonely without you.
Kyoko figured he was asleep, so she set the phone down where it wouldn't get wet and relaxed as the sound of a campfire filled her ears.
I wonder if they make candles or air fresheners that smell like a fireplace? She idly wondered. Wouldn't that simply smell like smoke? But a campfire smells different. She sighed. They needed to go camping again. They had a free weekend coming up soon. Though it was dedicated to wedding plans.
Suddenly her phone started to ring.
She gasped and looked at her phone. Blood rushed to her face and her heart started racing knowing exactly who it was. Who else would it be?
"Hello?" she answered timidly.
"Hi Sweetheart," Kuon's smooth deep voice slipped into her ear, sending shivers and heat through her body.
"I thought you would be asleep by now," she told him, confessing like she did something she shouldn't have.
"I was heading there, but then I got this picture of an angel sent to me from heaven and I had to call," he said smoothly.
Kyoko snorted. "You are so cheesy."
"I can hear the smile in your voice, so I'm thinking you still like it."
She purposely made herself frown. "I'm not smiling. And I don't want to keep you up so…"
"It's too late for that," he commented, his voice thick.
She sighed. "That's why I'm trying to let you go, so you can sleep."
He laughed softly. "After your little gift, sleep is the last thing on my mind."
Kyoko blushed. "I got a nice picture so I thought you should get one too."
"Is that how that works? Then if I reveal a little more will you do the same?" He jested.
"No! That is not how it works!"
Another deep chuckle. "That's alright. I prefer seeing everything in person rather than through a little picture that I can't touch."
"Kuon," she whined, suddenly feeling overheated and light headed. She splashed around in the tub trying to sit up.
"Yes?" He asked rhetorically. She could hear the smile in his voice. "Does the thought of me touching you excite you?" Kyoko squirmed in the water. "That why you texted me while in the bath, thinking of earlier.
"Maybe," she softly confessed.
"Hmm, I'd love to bath with you. Have you sit on my lap. Your wet naked skin pressed against mine. My hands running up your thighs, caressing up your stomach."
Her legs rubbed back and forth against each other. Her free hand slid down the top of her thigh beneath the water. "Kuon, you are going to torture yourself more than me."
"How could thinking about you naked in a bathtub with me be anything close to torture," he disputed, making her smile.
She licked her lips. "Because I'm not naked in a tub with you, and I'm not going to get naked with a tub or anywhere with you until our wedding night, so why bother torturing both of us thinking about your large hot hands gliding up my wet bare skin," her voice took a dip and Kuon groaned.
"You seemed to forget, My Princess, that I've touched you intimately in the past. Should I remind you?"
Kyoko blushed. "No need. I know very well your talents in that area."
"Talents?" He teased with a masculine chuckle. "You flatter me."
It was her turn to groan. "Don't be. It's easy to impress someone when they have nothing else to compare experiences with."
"Then am I allowed to say that being with you has given me the greatest pleasure I've ever experienced?" He remarked.
She snorted. "I sincerely doubt that."
"Why would I lie about that?"
"Because I am to be your wife in a month's time," she grinned. "Happy wife, Happy life. Isn't that what they say."
He laughed and it warmed her heart hearing it. "So I've heard. I look forwarded to making you very, very happy, Kyoko."
"Hmm," she sounded. She felt her face heat up as she thought about it. Knowing she shouldn't tease him, but she too was eager to start their lives together. She felt her face heat up as she whispered boldly, "Knowing first hand what you are capable of doing, I am looking forward to our wedding night."
"Darling, are you sure I can't come by and pick you up?"
Kyoko laughed. "No. It's late, and I believe we both have work in the morning."
"I would sacrifice every moment of sleep if I could spend it giving you a preview of our wedding night," he whispered.
"Kuon," she warned. "As much as I love being with you, it's better not to tempt things between us. Last time we were together, things got…' she let out a deep breath, "heated rather quickly."
"What is wrong with that?" he asked sincerely.
She pressed her lips together. Nothing was wrong with what happened, but all Kyoko could remember was the feel of his hands, the taste of his lips and the way her body felt melting under his ministrations. She wanted more, more of what he was offering but they waited so long that surely another month wasn't that bad.
"It's merely that I tend to lose all sensibility when I'm with you. You are a danger to my virtue, Kuon Hizuri."
Kuon chuckled. "You are saving yourself for your husband to be yet you are worried about losing said virtue to that very man?"
She laughed. "Yes, yes. I understand the irony, but we are close, Kuon. You understand, right? Please?"
"Of course, My Love," he conceded. "but do forgive me if I cannot help myself from wanting you. I want to hold and kiss you every time I see you."
She licked her lips. "I do too," she admitted softly.
"Feeling your lips press against mine. The sweet taste of your tongue against mine," he continued.
"Kuon," she whispered.
"Your soft body filling my arms, malleable under my touch."
Kyoko closed her eyes and sighed into her phone.
"I still remember the soft sounds that escaped your lips when I touched you, tasted you. How could I not desire to do so again? To be able to make your voice cry out and your body quiver under my fingertips again," Kuon whispered softly into her ear. He paused to take a breath when he heard a soft moan from the other end of the line.
"Kyoko, are you touching yourself?" he asked in shock.
Silence. He cringed thinking that he ruined the moment until she softly sighed. "What if I am?"
His eyes rolled back and he instantly slipped his own hand down to wrap around his desire for her. "Are you thinking of me? Thinking of my hand touching your wet folds. My fingers slipping between your legs and feeling your desire for me cover your sweet center, teasing your eager little clit under my fingertips."
He could hear the water slosh around and her breath heightened but she didn't say anything. His own hand pushed down the band of his pants to reveal his arousal to the open room. He stroked his length as he whispered his fantasies to the woman on the other side.
"I wish I could see you now," he whispered. "To kiss your lips, taste your skin as your body flushes and trembles. Are you close my darling? I want to hear your voice moan as you reach your peak."
She graced him with a soft little whimper and he closed his eyes and groaned as he tightened his grip. "Sing for me, Kyoko. Let me know what your feeling as I picture you pleasing yourself in the bath."
"Kuon," she moaned. "I am." She let out a deep breath. "I wish you were here. Holding me, t-touching m-me."
"Keep going, Kyoko," he urged, his own voice getting thick. "Rub a little faster for me. I wish I was there to lick the water off your breasts, and make your hips drive into my hand." He heard her whimper into his ear. "I love the way you move, so eager for more. You bite back your voice, but your body was always so honest with me."
"Kuon," she moaned and her voice groaned a low throaty sound filled his ears and then she panted softly. He jerked faster listening to her climax, his mind's eye picturing her with his memory of being with her combined with the picture she sent him earlier. He groaned as he came into his hand again wishing he was with her.
"Kuon, did you…" she started, but could not finish.
He smirked. "I did. How could I not, knowing what you were doing while thinking of me."
Kyoko flushed as she thought about him doing such things. Even her own actions made her feel bashful. "Do… do you do that often?"
He chuckled. "I'll confess to my activities if you confess to yours first."
"I, um…sometimes I…" Kyoko stammered and then Kuon coughed.
"On second thought, don't," he interjected. "I'm not sure what I'd do if I knew that bit of information."
She giggled. "I sort of want to tell you now."
He groaned. "Only because you enjoy see me squirm."
"Just as much as you enjoy making me squirm," she teased. He cursed softly on the line causing her to laugh and then she asked, "am I still coming over Thursday?"
Kuon heard the water splashing about and rather than answer her question he posed one of his one. "Getting out of the tub?"
"Yes," she said with a smile. "And that is avoiding my question. You know if I can't go there, then I'll simply do them here at the restaurant. I'm going to put you on speaker phone."
"Or we can go to video chat," he suggested.
"Kuon," she said, her voice echoing in the room.
He twisted his lips together. "You know you don't have to make my meals every week. We could use that free night to have a date instead."
"I do, and you can't tell me that it isn't helping. I'm willing to make the portions smaller, but I want you to eat at least two meals a day," she lectured.
He shook his head. "The portions are fine, and I'd rather spend the evening with you cooking for hours than not."
She smiled. "I'll be there at 4. Love you."
"I love you too," he whispered.