another kazuyuri = i am shameless
Title: The Best Reward
Pairing: Kazuyuri ♥
Rating: NC-17 (...don't even ask anymore.)
Length: 979 words
Summary: Set right after Yuriko's VIP Room. Enough said.
Disclaimer: Do NOT own anything.
A/N: Prompted by frostbittenlove, something about Nino's car and the Mario music playing in the background. I am so easy. T^T Mentioning my bbs novemberbaby and april-0410 like always. ♥
"What is this, a reward for choosing you on VIP Room?"
Nino could not really answer her as he's busy planting kisses on her neck, plus removing his coat and shoes and whatever he found distracting and irritating at this moment. Being in the backseat of Nino's car didn't really help as the vinyl seat covers was making it hard for them to move.
But not that it mattered at all, because Yuriko felt he's doing all he could to make this work. What more could she complain about, really?
"Hey," she pinched his side to catch his attention, "I asked you something."
He lifted his head, his face merely about an inch away from hers. Then a smug smirk started to curl at the end of his lips. "Well... even if I said 'no', we'd still be here after the shoot, wouldn't we?" He moved towards her and took her lips against his, starting gently and slowly getting more and more insistent and hasty, his determination for this obviously manifesting in his actions.
After a few seconds, he groaned against her mouth. She pulled away, "What's wrong?"
"I can't get your blouse off. Who the hell dressed you anyway?" That was the same time he actually tried to remove her top a little more cautiously than earlier, carefully untying the ribbon on the collar and the buttons one by one, eventually slipping it off her slim contour. Yuriko couldn't help but giggle at her man's sudden change in behavior.
"Stop giggling," he ordered, and she put a hand over her mouth to at least muffle the sound. He went for the belt of her skirt this time, yanking it off with a force that seemed to indicate irritation, if not anger. "S-Sorry about that."
She rolled her eyes, smiling, "I don't see you often like this." Without saying anything further, she gently pushed him away and reached for his belt, yanking it with the same amount of force that he had. She beamed at him before kissing him again, running her hands through his hair and almost slamming him against the car door.
As if the situation couldn't get any weirder, when Yuriko moved forward, one of her knees pressed on something that activated Nino's stereo... playing the background music of The Super Mario Brothers video game.
With her elbows over his shoulders, she pulled away again and guffawed on his right cheek.
"I listen to it when I drive, okay. Don't be so amused." He reached for the remote under her knee, but he couldn't grab hold of it because she wouldn't move aside.
"You don't have to," she whispered in his ear as seductively as possible, "It turns me on."
Nino chuckled this time, "You really are strange, Yoshitaka-san."
"Ninomiya-san likes me that way anyway." Yuriko gave him a knowing look, as she ran a finger over his bare chest, down his abdomen and further down his boxers (she relentlessly put her hand inside), making him gasp through his teeth. She knew that when he gasped like that, he's actually restraining himself. To what extent, Yuriko had a feeling she was about to find out.
Nino responded by removing the clasp of her bra with much skill (if that could be called a skill at all) as he quickly moved to the valley of her breasts. She let out pleased sighs; her body arched more and more every time he ran his tongue in circles in that area, moving from one side to another. And then slowly (it stunned her somewhat that he suddenly became cautious as if she's fragile) he pinned her down on the back seat without tearing his attention away from her body, from her desires.
He carried on by removing what remained of her clothes, that last piece of underwear that even made Yuriko uncomfortable, as he slipped it off her with ease.
With face inches away from hers, Nino never tore his attention away and she gazed intently back, his eyes were conveying so many things at the same time--yearning, affection, want--that it distracted her; she quickly closed her eyes just as he slid himself inside her, staying as cautious as a moment ago. She unintentionally whimpered, as she grasped his arms that were positioned still on her both sides. He was shaking, but Yuriko could feel that he fought it with all he could.
"Don't. Hold. Back. Kazu." she muttered in between each thrust; she still couldn't see him but she trusted him enough that he would give in to her wishes, just like he always did when they had the GANTZ shooting together.
And sure enough, without even a word, Nino set his pace faster, obviously adjusting his rhythm as comfortably as possible, as the sound of his stereo boomed louder and louder in his ears. He felt like his heart was going to burst because of too much adrenaline rushing through his veins.
Her moans overpowered the already resonating music, her ears were pounding like his, but she could not contain the ecstasy that the two of them shared at this moment. She screamed, her body arching one last time before going rigid, indicating her climax. And with his last forceful push, draining him every ounce left of strength as he released, he fell on top of her, panting as if he just finished a dance routine after rehearsing ten times. She wrapped her arms around his waist; a huge part of her wanted to give him the assurance that he secretly needed.
"T'was a good reward, don't you think?" Nino spoke for the first time in minutes, still panting, as he turned his head to hers, and Yuriko only laughed.
But suffice to say, his own reward came after that: Yuriko moved her hands to his neck and pulled him in for a sweet kiss.
End.
A/N: Will cross post to het comms after tomorrow, my last finals EVER! *whew* DONE! :D FREEDOOOOMMMMM~
Pairing: Kazuyuri ♥
Rating: NC-17 (...don't even ask anymore.)
Length: 979 words
Summary: Set right after Yuriko's VIP Room. Enough said.
Disclaimer: Do NOT own anything.
A/N: Prompted by frostbittenlove, something about Nino's car and the Mario music playing in the background. I am so easy. T^T Mentioning my bbs novemberbaby and april-0410 like always. ♥
"What is this, a reward for choosing you on VIP Room?"
Nino could not really answer her as he's busy planting kisses on her neck, plus removing his coat and shoes and whatever he found distracting and irritating at this moment. Being in the backseat of Nino's car didn't really help as the vinyl seat covers was making it hard for them to move.
But not that it mattered at all, because Yuriko felt he's doing all he could to make this work. What more could she complain about, really?
"Hey," she pinched his side to catch his attention, "I asked you something."
He lifted his head, his face merely about an inch away from hers. Then a smug smirk started to curl at the end of his lips. "Well... even if I said 'no', we'd still be here after the shoot, wouldn't we?" He moved towards her and took her lips against his, starting gently and slowly getting more and more insistent and hasty, his determination for this obviously manifesting in his actions.
After a few seconds, he groaned against her mouth. She pulled away, "What's wrong?"
"I can't get your blouse off. Who the hell dressed you anyway?" That was the same time he actually tried to remove her top a little more cautiously than earlier, carefully untying the ribbon on the collar and the buttons one by one, eventually slipping it off her slim contour. Yuriko couldn't help but giggle at her man's sudden change in behavior.
"Stop giggling," he ordered, and she put a hand over her mouth to at least muffle the sound. He went for the belt of her skirt this time, yanking it off with a force that seemed to indicate irritation, if not anger. "S-Sorry about that."
She rolled her eyes, smiling, "I don't see you often like this." Without saying anything further, she gently pushed him away and reached for his belt, yanking it with the same amount of force that he had. She beamed at him before kissing him again, running her hands through his hair and almost slamming him against the car door.
As if the situation couldn't get any weirder, when Yuriko moved forward, one of her knees pressed on something that activated Nino's stereo... playing the background music of The Super Mario Brothers video game.
With her elbows over his shoulders, she pulled away again and guffawed on his right cheek.
"I listen to it when I drive, okay. Don't be so amused." He reached for the remote under her knee, but he couldn't grab hold of it because she wouldn't move aside.
"You don't have to," she whispered in his ear as seductively as possible, "It turns me on."
Nino chuckled this time, "You really are strange, Yoshitaka-san."
"Ninomiya-san likes me that way anyway." Yuriko gave him a knowing look, as she ran a finger over his bare chest, down his abdomen and further down his boxers (she relentlessly put her hand inside), making him gasp through his teeth. She knew that when he gasped like that, he's actually restraining himself. To what extent, Yuriko had a feeling she was about to find out.
Nino responded by removing the clasp of her bra with much skill (if that could be called a skill at all) as he quickly moved to the valley of her breasts. She let out pleased sighs; her body arched more and more every time he ran his tongue in circles in that area, moving from one side to another. And then slowly (it stunned her somewhat that he suddenly became cautious as if she's fragile) he pinned her down on the back seat without tearing his attention away from her body, from her desires.
He carried on by removing what remained of her clothes, that last piece of underwear that even made Yuriko uncomfortable, as he slipped it off her with ease.
With face inches away from hers, Nino never tore his attention away and she gazed intently back, his eyes were conveying so many things at the same time--yearning, affection, want--that it distracted her; she quickly closed her eyes just as he slid himself inside her, staying as cautious as a moment ago. She unintentionally whimpered, as she grasped his arms that were positioned still on her both sides. He was shaking, but Yuriko could feel that he fought it with all he could.
"Don't. Hold. Back. Kazu." she muttered in between each thrust; she still couldn't see him but she trusted him enough that he would give in to her wishes, just like he always did when they had the GANTZ shooting together.
And sure enough, without even a word, Nino set his pace faster, obviously adjusting his rhythm as comfortably as possible, as the sound of his stereo boomed louder and louder in his ears. He felt like his heart was going to burst because of too much adrenaline rushing through his veins.
Her moans overpowered the already resonating music, her ears were pounding like his, but she could not contain the ecstasy that the two of them shared at this moment. She screamed, her body arching one last time before going rigid, indicating her climax. And with his last forceful push, draining him every ounce left of strength as he released, he fell on top of her, panting as if he just finished a dance routine after rehearsing ten times. She wrapped her arms around his waist; a huge part of her wanted to give him the assurance that he secretly needed.
"T'was a good reward, don't you think?" Nino spoke for the first time in minutes, still panting, as he turned his head to hers, and Yuriko only laughed.
But suffice to say, his own reward came after that: Yuriko moved her hands to his neck and pulled him in for a sweet kiss.
End.
A/N: Will cross post to het comms after tomorrow, my last finals EVER! *whew* DONE! :D FREEDOOOOMMMMM~