hello July!!!
TITLE: Payback (Sequel to Miss)
CHARACTERS: Matsumoto Jun, Inoue Mao
GENRE: RL
RATINGS: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: The only thing i own in this story is the plot...
SUMMARY: He just wouldn't let Mao get away with it just that easily, wouldn't he?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: i swear! i'm working on a fic that's not a PG-13, NC-17, or R... but in the mean time... there's this.... LOL... kinda have to read the last part of Miss to get atleast the first part of the story...
“Running away Hime?” Jun asked with a grin the moment he caught up with Mao at their apartment building’s private elevator, the one that the building management had allowed them, among few chosen others, to use to maintain privacy.
In a way, Jun really had to ‘catch up’ with Mao because the woman had moved with amazing speed the moment she got out of his car at the parking lot. But then again, maybe Jun was just a bit too stunned with her ‘admission’ that he found himself giving the woman quite a big leverage.
Still he managed to get there before the elevator door could close.
And after Mao’s ‘admission’ back in the car, he finds himself in quite a bit of a mood for a little revenge, not to mention that his senses are still heightened after their little activity at the back of his car.
“Who’s running away?” Mao replied defiantly, her eyebrows raised but Jun couldn’t help but notice how she just took a step away from him.
Jun grinned and started advancing towards her rather like a predator slaving on his prey before the elevator door even closed. At the corner of his eye, he had already seen that Mao had pressed for their floor, the 19th.
“You said something about lasting in a precarious situation?” he whispered huskily the moment Mao’s back touched the wall and she couldn’t step back any further.
Before she could say anything though, Jun started getting busy; his lips landed on the base of her neck, licking and sucking simultaneously the way he knew Mao always loved, as his hand found his way through an opening between the buttons of her blouse right through her bra, kneading her, rubbing her and Jun immediately found out that Mao hadn’t quite recovered from their little excursion earlier too.
They had barely even gone a few floors up when Mao started panting, moaning his name.
Jun’s ears perked up with every moan of his name Mao made and that, along with everything else, went straight to his crotch.
Thankfully though, they weren’t too engrossed yet in their own world allowing them to hear the elevator warning of the door opening. They were able to separate just in time as the door opened at the 8th floor and in came one of the elderly women staying at the 9th, one of the few others allowed to use the elevator.
“Hello,” the elderly woman greeted as she slowly stepped in, throwing them a sweet smile.
It wasn’t the first time for this to occur, the part at least where the woman sees the two of them at the elevator. The first time it happened, Jun and Mao were both so nervous, having removed their disguises already, of someone seeing the two of them together. It turns out though that while the woman recognized them, vaguely at that, she simply connects them to a random familiar couple she’d met at a street or a park somewhere before, and neither Mao nor Jun thought of correcting that.
But while the elderly woman had a bad memory, she had quite a clear vision, even for someone her age.
Or maybe, it wasn’t too much of a clear eyesight but more of right on perception. After all, both he and Mao were fighting through labored breathing, not to mention that both their clothes were rumpled and Jun’s hair was all over the place.
And then there’s the fact that while Mao was quite successful in controlling her breathing, she wasn’t quite as successful a hiding the reddening of her face, especially when the elderly woman started eyeing them closely.
And it was both to their eternal gratitude when the elevator warning rang again and the door opened again, signaling the elderly woman’s floor, the 9th.
Before she completely stepped out though, she took one last look at him and Mao and shook her head. “Tsk! Kids these days!” they heard her say before the door closed again.
Jun saw Mao visibly swallow as she heaved a relieved sigh.
“That was-“
Mao never got the chance to finish that statement though because Jun was all over her again.
“Hot,” he even grunted before he took her lips, taking advantage of having taken hold of her in mid-sentence as he invaded her mouth with his lips, engaging her own in an exotic dance.
He had to admit, having been almost found made him excited. Very excited.
He had already successfully unbuttoned her blouse and pushed aside her bra by the time Mao managed to unbutton and un-tuck his dress shirt. And while he enjoyed seeing her look at him hungrily, there was another look on her he enjoyed seeing more. Resting his palm over one of her breast, he started rubbing them, kneading them, stimulating them again, before he lowered his head to her other breast and captured the peak with his lips, his eyes were on her face the whole time.
There was a gratifying moan that exited Mao’s throat as she closed her eyes, her mouth slightly opened, pleasure evident all over her face.
It was a look that affects Jun in so many ways, ways that are not limited to his admittedly very current bodily needs.
Both of them barely even noticed it when the elevator door opened at their floor.
Wrapping Mao’s arms around his waist, Jun barely tumbled out of the elevator in time before the elevator door closed again.
It was a good thing that the floor is exclusively theirs and their agreement with the owner and manager included the removal of CCTV cameras in the hallway because neither of them would have had enough wit nor strength to stop what they were doing. It was actually a miracle that Jun managed to get them through the door.
The moment they were through and Jun had set Mao on her feet, he was surprised when Mao suddenly pushed him to the wall, her hands immediately starting to work on undoing his belt as he reeled back in surprise.
“You’re a lot bolder tonight,” Jun observed as he pulled her towards him his hands going to the zip of her skirt, allowing the piece of clothing to fall to their feet along with her underwear, his pants and his boxers.
“More than you know,” Mao replied huskily, her eyes fixed on his as her head lowered towards his chest and, surprising, Jun, her lips extended out to lick his nipple.
Jun barely maintained control of his body as his hips started to clamor for more, demanding attention and contact. But Mao wasn’t finished yet.
She took his nipple with her lips, allowed her tongue to play with it, suck on it, and then very lightly, bit on it. And it took all the self-restraint Jun could muster to not take her there.
“Mao,” he managed to say warningly between his labored breathing. When Mao didn’t even look up, he continued “Hime, we need to get inside our room.”
During their earlier encounter in his car, he had been able to withdraw just in time but with the rate things are going between the two of them, he’s not quite sure he’d be able to do it again.
Mao lifted her head from his chest but went on to do something Jun wasn’t quite expecting.
She reached for the side table for the bowl that held their keys but instead of keys, her hand came up with a small package.
“What for?” she asked naughtily as she opened the packet.
Jun was just about to wonder at what had gotten into his girlfriend when all thoughts flew away when he felt Mao’s hands on him. She had taken it upon herself to put on the condom for him.
Throwing his head back in a mix of agony and pleasure, he bit out through gritted teeth “If you don’t stop torturing me, we won’t get to a bed.”
“Who needs a bed?” Mao asked boldly back and Jun’s last strand of self-control broke.
Reversing their position so that Mao’s back was against the wall, his lips landed on the back of her ear as his hands started getting busy. His needs may be in dire need of release after Mao’s games but he had a few games waiting to be played on his own.
Reaching down, he started rubbing her teasingly as his tongue started to poke in her ear. Barely seconds later, Mao’s hips started thrusting to him, throwing her head around.
“Now,” he heard her cry desperately.
“Here?” he managed to ask.
When Mao nodded her head vigorously, Jun found himself chuckling.
“And I was supposed to be the one who couldn’t contain myself,” he pointed out.
The moment Mao’s impassioned eyes became slits and looked darkly at him, Jun knew that there was going to be no more jokes or playing around or waiting. Putting a hand under a cheek, he raised her leg and entered her in one swift motion, making both of them cry in pleasure at the contact.
Earlier at the car, what they shared was more of a result of a need, an all-consuming need for one another. This time, it’s more for pleasure, him taking his pleasure and giving pleasure to her.
And as their bodies started clashing like the waves to the shore, their lips found each other and started mimicking the movement of their bodies until they came, this time together.
-----
Much, much later, cuddled under the blankets, in their bed, in their room, both of them still completely naked, Mao turned around to rest her cheek on Jun’s chest, her hand across his chest.
“Jun,” she whispered his name.
“What? Ready for round three?” Jun chuckled cheekily, not even bothering to pretend that Mao had woken him up.
“Don’t be cocky,” Mao snorted even as she furrowed her head higher, settling on the crook between his shoulder and neck. Finding her spot, she added “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” Jun replied.
“After we had that fight, I told myself that I wasn’t going to be the one who’d come to you,” she continued. “I said you had to be the one to make the first move. But then you were out of Tokyo and I started thinking about us and that I missed you and that I shouldn’t have let that fight come between us.”
“Yeah, what were we fighting about?” Jun wondered.
“I’m not even sure,” Mao replied as Jun’s arm tugged her closer to him. “I think it had something to do with the living room and redecorating or something.”
Jun chuckled, his memory refreshed at those. “Oh yeah! I said I wanted to redecorate the living room but you kept on saying no. and then you snapped.”
“But it was because you were planning to do it in the midst of everything you guys are doing!” Mao replied, raising her head so that she could look at his face clearly. “Your shows, your shoots, your interviews… and then there’s the preparation for your groups’ 3rd 24hour TV! You should be resting, or at least not straining yourself,” she pointed out.
“I realize that now,” Jun smiled as he pulled Mao so that she laid her head back on his shoulder. “I must admit, there are times I don’t know how to stop myself.”
“You can say that again!” Mao chuckled and then she remembered something. “The old lady from 9th floor must have felt very scandalized when she realized what you were doing before she stepped in.”
“Me?!” Jun exclaimed. “I thought it was more of us than just me,” he settled making them both end up chuckling.
When the laughter died down, Mao asked “You think she’d remember?”
Jun thought for a while before he shook his head.
“She has bad memory, remember?” Jun replied. “Though just to be sure, we better not do that kind of stunt again.” Mao was just about to nod when Jun added naughtily “During the hours when she’d still be awake.”
Hitting him lightly, Mao couldn’t help but chuckle, Jun joining him soon after. When their laughter died down, Mao sighed in content.
“Good night Hime,” Jun said as she cuddled closer to him.
“I love you Ouji,” Mao replied.
Jun couldn’t help but smile.
“I love you too, Hime,” he said. He’s not quite sure if Mao heard her though since her eyes had now closed and her breathing even. She must know it though because Jun saw her smiling.
He couldn’t help but smile too as he settled more comfortably in his sleep.
-----FIN-----
Yay! Maotsujun!!!
will go work on a PG fic now... i promise!!! LOL
tell me what you think... :)
CHARACTERS: Matsumoto Jun, Inoue Mao
GENRE: RL
RATINGS: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: The only thing i own in this story is the plot...
SUMMARY: He just wouldn't let Mao get away with it just that easily, wouldn't he?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: i swear! i'm working on a fic that's not a PG-13, NC-17, or R... but in the mean time... there's this.... LOL... kinda have to read the last part of Miss to get atleast the first part of the story...
“Running away Hime?” Jun asked with a grin the moment he caught up with Mao at their apartment building’s private elevator, the one that the building management had allowed them, among few chosen others, to use to maintain privacy.
In a way, Jun really had to ‘catch up’ with Mao because the woman had moved with amazing speed the moment she got out of his car at the parking lot. But then again, maybe Jun was just a bit too stunned with her ‘admission’ that he found himself giving the woman quite a big leverage.
Still he managed to get there before the elevator door could close.
And after Mao’s ‘admission’ back in the car, he finds himself in quite a bit of a mood for a little revenge, not to mention that his senses are still heightened after their little activity at the back of his car.
“Who’s running away?” Mao replied defiantly, her eyebrows raised but Jun couldn’t help but notice how she just took a step away from him.
Jun grinned and started advancing towards her rather like a predator slaving on his prey before the elevator door even closed. At the corner of his eye, he had already seen that Mao had pressed for their floor, the 19th.
“You said something about lasting in a precarious situation?” he whispered huskily the moment Mao’s back touched the wall and she couldn’t step back any further.
Before she could say anything though, Jun started getting busy; his lips landed on the base of her neck, licking and sucking simultaneously the way he knew Mao always loved, as his hand found his way through an opening between the buttons of her blouse right through her bra, kneading her, rubbing her and Jun immediately found out that Mao hadn’t quite recovered from their little excursion earlier too.
They had barely even gone a few floors up when Mao started panting, moaning his name.
Jun’s ears perked up with every moan of his name Mao made and that, along with everything else, went straight to his crotch.
Thankfully though, they weren’t too engrossed yet in their own world allowing them to hear the elevator warning of the door opening. They were able to separate just in time as the door opened at the 8th floor and in came one of the elderly women staying at the 9th, one of the few others allowed to use the elevator.
“Hello,” the elderly woman greeted as she slowly stepped in, throwing them a sweet smile.
It wasn’t the first time for this to occur, the part at least where the woman sees the two of them at the elevator. The first time it happened, Jun and Mao were both so nervous, having removed their disguises already, of someone seeing the two of them together. It turns out though that while the woman recognized them, vaguely at that, she simply connects them to a random familiar couple she’d met at a street or a park somewhere before, and neither Mao nor Jun thought of correcting that.
But while the elderly woman had a bad memory, she had quite a clear vision, even for someone her age.
Or maybe, it wasn’t too much of a clear eyesight but more of right on perception. After all, both he and Mao were fighting through labored breathing, not to mention that both their clothes were rumpled and Jun’s hair was all over the place.
And then there’s the fact that while Mao was quite successful in controlling her breathing, she wasn’t quite as successful a hiding the reddening of her face, especially when the elderly woman started eyeing them closely.
And it was both to their eternal gratitude when the elevator warning rang again and the door opened again, signaling the elderly woman’s floor, the 9th.
Before she completely stepped out though, she took one last look at him and Mao and shook her head. “Tsk! Kids these days!” they heard her say before the door closed again.
Jun saw Mao visibly swallow as she heaved a relieved sigh.
“That was-“
Mao never got the chance to finish that statement though because Jun was all over her again.
“Hot,” he even grunted before he took her lips, taking advantage of having taken hold of her in mid-sentence as he invaded her mouth with his lips, engaging her own in an exotic dance.
He had to admit, having been almost found made him excited. Very excited.
He had already successfully unbuttoned her blouse and pushed aside her bra by the time Mao managed to unbutton and un-tuck his dress shirt. And while he enjoyed seeing her look at him hungrily, there was another look on her he enjoyed seeing more. Resting his palm over one of her breast, he started rubbing them, kneading them, stimulating them again, before he lowered his head to her other breast and captured the peak with his lips, his eyes were on her face the whole time.
There was a gratifying moan that exited Mao’s throat as she closed her eyes, her mouth slightly opened, pleasure evident all over her face.
It was a look that affects Jun in so many ways, ways that are not limited to his admittedly very current bodily needs.
Both of them barely even noticed it when the elevator door opened at their floor.
Wrapping Mao’s arms around his waist, Jun barely tumbled out of the elevator in time before the elevator door closed again.
It was a good thing that the floor is exclusively theirs and their agreement with the owner and manager included the removal of CCTV cameras in the hallway because neither of them would have had enough wit nor strength to stop what they were doing. It was actually a miracle that Jun managed to get them through the door.
The moment they were through and Jun had set Mao on her feet, he was surprised when Mao suddenly pushed him to the wall, her hands immediately starting to work on undoing his belt as he reeled back in surprise.
“You’re a lot bolder tonight,” Jun observed as he pulled her towards him his hands going to the zip of her skirt, allowing the piece of clothing to fall to their feet along with her underwear, his pants and his boxers.
“More than you know,” Mao replied huskily, her eyes fixed on his as her head lowered towards his chest and, surprising, Jun, her lips extended out to lick his nipple.
Jun barely maintained control of his body as his hips started to clamor for more, demanding attention and contact. But Mao wasn’t finished yet.
She took his nipple with her lips, allowed her tongue to play with it, suck on it, and then very lightly, bit on it. And it took all the self-restraint Jun could muster to not take her there.
“Mao,” he managed to say warningly between his labored breathing. When Mao didn’t even look up, he continued “Hime, we need to get inside our room.”
During their earlier encounter in his car, he had been able to withdraw just in time but with the rate things are going between the two of them, he’s not quite sure he’d be able to do it again.
Mao lifted her head from his chest but went on to do something Jun wasn’t quite expecting.
She reached for the side table for the bowl that held their keys but instead of keys, her hand came up with a small package.
“What for?” she asked naughtily as she opened the packet.
Jun was just about to wonder at what had gotten into his girlfriend when all thoughts flew away when he felt Mao’s hands on him. She had taken it upon herself to put on the condom for him.
Throwing his head back in a mix of agony and pleasure, he bit out through gritted teeth “If you don’t stop torturing me, we won’t get to a bed.”
“Who needs a bed?” Mao asked boldly back and Jun’s last strand of self-control broke.
Reversing their position so that Mao’s back was against the wall, his lips landed on the back of her ear as his hands started getting busy. His needs may be in dire need of release after Mao’s games but he had a few games waiting to be played on his own.
Reaching down, he started rubbing her teasingly as his tongue started to poke in her ear. Barely seconds later, Mao’s hips started thrusting to him, throwing her head around.
“Now,” he heard her cry desperately.
“Here?” he managed to ask.
When Mao nodded her head vigorously, Jun found himself chuckling.
“And I was supposed to be the one who couldn’t contain myself,” he pointed out.
The moment Mao’s impassioned eyes became slits and looked darkly at him, Jun knew that there was going to be no more jokes or playing around or waiting. Putting a hand under a cheek, he raised her leg and entered her in one swift motion, making both of them cry in pleasure at the contact.
Earlier at the car, what they shared was more of a result of a need, an all-consuming need for one another. This time, it’s more for pleasure, him taking his pleasure and giving pleasure to her.
And as their bodies started clashing like the waves to the shore, their lips found each other and started mimicking the movement of their bodies until they came, this time together.
-----
Much, much later, cuddled under the blankets, in their bed, in their room, both of them still completely naked, Mao turned around to rest her cheek on Jun’s chest, her hand across his chest.
“Jun,” she whispered his name.
“What? Ready for round three?” Jun chuckled cheekily, not even bothering to pretend that Mao had woken him up.
“Don’t be cocky,” Mao snorted even as she furrowed her head higher, settling on the crook between his shoulder and neck. Finding her spot, she added “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” Jun replied.
“After we had that fight, I told myself that I wasn’t going to be the one who’d come to you,” she continued. “I said you had to be the one to make the first move. But then you were out of Tokyo and I started thinking about us and that I missed you and that I shouldn’t have let that fight come between us.”
“Yeah, what were we fighting about?” Jun wondered.
“I’m not even sure,” Mao replied as Jun’s arm tugged her closer to him. “I think it had something to do with the living room and redecorating or something.”
Jun chuckled, his memory refreshed at those. “Oh yeah! I said I wanted to redecorate the living room but you kept on saying no. and then you snapped.”
“But it was because you were planning to do it in the midst of everything you guys are doing!” Mao replied, raising her head so that she could look at his face clearly. “Your shows, your shoots, your interviews… and then there’s the preparation for your groups’ 3rd 24hour TV! You should be resting, or at least not straining yourself,” she pointed out.
“I realize that now,” Jun smiled as he pulled Mao so that she laid her head back on his shoulder. “I must admit, there are times I don’t know how to stop myself.”
“You can say that again!” Mao chuckled and then she remembered something. “The old lady from 9th floor must have felt very scandalized when she realized what you were doing before she stepped in.”
“Me?!” Jun exclaimed. “I thought it was more of us than just me,” he settled making them both end up chuckling.
When the laughter died down, Mao asked “You think she’d remember?”
Jun thought for a while before he shook his head.
“She has bad memory, remember?” Jun replied. “Though just to be sure, we better not do that kind of stunt again.” Mao was just about to nod when Jun added naughtily “During the hours when she’d still be awake.”
Hitting him lightly, Mao couldn’t help but chuckle, Jun joining him soon after. When their laughter died down, Mao sighed in content.
“Good night Hime,” Jun said as she cuddled closer to him.
“I love you Ouji,” Mao replied.
Jun couldn’t help but smile.
“I love you too, Hime,” he said. He’s not quite sure if Mao heard her though since her eyes had now closed and her breathing even. She must know it though because Jun saw her smiling.
He couldn’t help but smile too as he settled more comfortably in his sleep.
-----FIN-----
Yay! Maotsujun!!!
will go work on a PG fic now... i promise!!! LOL
tell me what you think... :)