just right/kink bingo fill
Title: Just Right
Pairing/Group: Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki, Nakamaru Yuichi
Rating/Warnings: R-- Sci-fi AU; crossdressing, voyeurism
Word Count: 1958
Summary: Goldilocks wasn’t necessarily a blonde.
Notes: Written for the dressup square of my kink_bingo card. This can be read as a side story to O Green World.
Also this fill completes my second bingo line!
Sometimes Koki seriously wonders about Junno's fitness to be a part of this mission. Really, though, maybe all pilots, especially the ones who elected to accept the upgrades that allowed them to interface directly with their spaceships, were sort of mad.
They're docked on the far side of Europa, where even inside the spaceships with their insulation are cold, and Koki is sure that Junno has snapped. He should have known better than to think Junno had gotten him any sort of gift that was acceptable in most people's eyes.
The tool had snuck up behind him while he was putting away supplies in the medbay, nearly scaring him to death when he'd draped one lanky arm around his shoulders. "Ko~ki~," he'd whispered in his ear, infuriatingly sing-song, "I've a surprise for you."
Koki had always been easily swayed by gifts.
Junno had pulled him into his quarters, leaving the door open in his excitement, and given Koki a box wrapped in red ribbon. He'd fought down the smile that it brought to his face, unsuccessfully, and carefully untied the ribbon; it seemed to have been made from real satin, which was uncommon, especially this far from old Earth and her nearest colonies on Mars.
The box contained a short scrap of a skirt, crimson silk, and a matching top. It had long, loose sleeves and was daringly low-cut, and underneath all that had been a black garter belt, and black fishnet stockings. To top it all off, Junno had found a cincher (black, to match the stockings) and a tube of the darkest, reddest lipstick Koki had ever encountered. The cincher was made from synthetic leather, but it was of such high quality it nearly fooled him into thinking it was real; it even smelled like real leather, from what Koki could remember of old Earth.
It really is a thoughtful gift, though Koki has to make himself sound cross. "Um, thank you? Though you do realize that I'm not a girl, right?"
Junno nods, and says, "Well, yeah. But don't you remember the first time we met and I thought you were?" He waits until Koki nods before continuing. "I couldn't keep from imagining you all got up like Goldilocks, though."
"This isn't a very Goldilocks-like outfit, though. And did you forget that I'm not blond?"
Junno scoffs and waves a hand. "Details, Koki, details. Come on, I wanna see you in it."
That's the end of that, and Junno is placing the box on his bunk. Koki is startled when he turns to him once again, intent upon dressing him himself, it seems. Junno's quick when he wants to be, and by the time Koki catches up, Junno's already stripped him of his shirt; his boots and trousers follow shortly.
It's really cold, and Koki wastes no time in scrambling for the clothes Junno had gotten him. He perches on the edge of Junno's bunk to pull on the stockings and garter belt first. Once he's finished, Junno helps, though he's leering a bit as Koki pulls the skirt up his legs and shimmies to get it just right.
“You look like a creep, Junno, stop that,” Koki mutters, still straightening his skirt. “Hand me my shirt now.”
Junno doesn’t say anything, and when Koki looks up, it seems like Junno is at least trying to look less skeezy. He gets an “E” for effort, then. Wordlessly, Junno hands Koki the silky shirt and then readies the cincher. Even though he’s kind of cold, the silk and sheer decadence of his clothes is nice; it’s been ages since he’d worn anything other than drab black trousers and stiffly starched shirts.
The silk feels slippery against his skin, and Koki tries to ignore the way it clings in all of the right (and wrong) places. The way the garter belt rests below his waist is a little strange, but the way the straps feel as they hold up his stockings is nice; he kind of understands why pin-up girls always seemed to be so confident when this was about as much clothes as they wore-- it was just more sexy, somehow.
Junno’s hands fussing with his top distracts Koki from his reverie, and he holds still until Junno taps one arm. Then he wriggles into the cincher as Junno holds it steady. The scent is almost too much, but in a good way, and Koki gasps at the way Junno pulls the strings hard and tightens the cincher around him.
Finally Koki is dressed, if one can call it that, and Junno has one big hand holding him by the chin to keep him steady as he smoothes the lipstick onto his lips. He’d automatically parted his lips without thought, and Junno’s touch is actually very delicate. Koki presses his lips together when Junno lets go of his face; a shiver runs down his spine, and it’s not from the cold, when Junno speaks.
“So beautiful, Mari-chan.” Junno’s voice is soft, almost reverent, and maybe he’s not as mad as Koki had thought. “I hope everything is just right.”
Koki would have rolled his eyes any other time, but something stops him this time. Maybe it’s how gentle Junno’s hands are when he touches, or that he’s a little overwhelmed by the sumptuous silks; either way, Koki feels content with this situation. Junno had gone out of his way to find him such nice things, considering how bare bones the station here on Europa is.
Junno moves the box onto his dresser, and makes a grand gesture toward his bunk. Koki climbs up, crawling under the covers to try and get warm, and pretends to doze off. A few minutes later, when Koki nearly falls asleep for real, he feels the mattress dip behind him and one of Junno’s big hands clamp down on his shoulder. His voice is almost alarming when he says, “So what do we have here? Must be a stowaway.”
Koki shivers at how deep his voice is, and blinks as if he’s been suddenly awoken. From above him, Junno licks his lips, the gesture going straight to Koki’s dick, and pulls him into a sitting position. Junno crowds him from behind, one arm wrapping around his middle. When he pulls Koki into his lap, he can feel how hard Junno is, completely pressed flush against him.
It’s not very long before Koki is gasping and writhing in Junno’s hold as his hands wander everywhere, cleaving the silk to his skin. One hand gets very bold, grabbing him through the skirt, and that’s when it’s too much for Koki. Coupled with the filthy words pouring from Junno’s lips, Koki can’t keep his soft noises from turning into throaty moans.
That’s when Yucchi strides through the still-open door, laser pistol held in a loose grip. He looks thoroughly confused for a moment, because Junno’s still calling him “Mari-chan” and telling him he’s so naughty for sneaking into beds. Koki digs his short nails into Junno’s arm for that; he’d been invited in.
“Yucchi,” Koki says, hoping that he lets go of the laser pistol at the sound of his voice. Junno pinches his hip, seemingly affronted that Koki is saying wrong names, but then he actually looks up and soothes the spot absently.
“Oh! Nakamaru, I’ve got a guest. Only she’s not really a guest, because she isn’t really Goldilocks, she’s Koki!”
Nakamaru purses his lips, expression unreadable as he holsters his pistol. “Mari-chan looks more like Little Red Riding hood than Goldilocks, Taguchi.”
“I’d eat her up,” Junno murmurs, teeth scraping the side of his neck as he says it, and Koki shudders in his hold. “Wouldn’t you, Nakamaru?”
They keep talking about him as if he isn’t there, and Junno’s hands keep roving under his skirt. Koki has to congratulate that sneaky bastard, because even as he and Yucchi are discussing bedroom cannibalism, Junno’s somehow slicked his fingers and is able to work him open at the same time. It’s as he’s squirming and panting in Junno’s hold that Yucchi hushes Junno by crowding Koki and kissing Junno over his shoulder.
He can hear their soft noises practically in his ear, and their breath tickles him, and Koki feels really left out, even if Junno’s nearly finger-fucking him. He’s well on his way to pouting when Yucchi’s delicate fingers turn his head ever so slightly; the next thing Koki knows is that he’s practically being fucked from both ends as Yucchi kisses him roughly.
Koki moans, biting Yucchi’s full lower lip as he pulls away, and impatiently mutters to the room at large. “Are we going to fuck anytime this cycle, Junno? I’ve been ready!”
That gets laughter from both of them, and Junno’s touch leaves him feeling empty when he withdraws. Yucchi distracts him though, lips and tongue and teeth getting intimately acquainted with Koki’s throat while Junno fumbles with his belt and trousers. Finally both of Junno’s hands are on his hips, Yucchi’s laced over them, and they’re slowly guiding Koki onto Junno’s cock.
“You sure you don’t wanna join, Nakamaru?” Junno asks, as if he has final say over their activities, and slowly begins to move him up and down.
Yucchi’s eyes are glittering black, but his voice is soft as he answers. “No, I just want to watch Mari-chan fall apart.”
It’s probably one of the hottest things Koki has ever heard Yucchi say, and he tightens his fingers on Junno’s hands. Yucchi settles onto Junno’s dresser, idly palming himself through his trousers as Koki’s taken closer and closer to the edge.
All Koki knows is Yucchi’s heated gaze, and Junno’s palms hot against his silks, and being filled to the brim as he’s jostled up and down. One of Junno’s hands wraps around one of Koki’s, and their fingers lace together as Junno guides Koki’s hand to wrap around himself. For a moment, Junno sets this pace too, but then he pulls away to flip Koki’s skirt up and out of the way.
“Wouldn’t want to ruin your pretty clothes, Mari-chan,” he whispers, and punctuates it by biting down on Koki’s earlobe. That tips him over the edge, and Koki’s eyes fall shut as Junno keeps fucking him through it. It’s almost too much, once Koki somewhat recovers, because Junno is still deep inside him and hitting his prostate with every thrust.
Koki thinks he might be on the verge of tears when Junno finally stills, emptying inside him and biting the back of his neck. He groans weakly, and slumps back against Junno’s chest. Yucchi is still teasing himself, and he smirks a little.
“Perhaps later Mari-chan could come see me in my quarters.”
Junno’s laughter shakes him, and Yucchi strides across the room to run gentle fingers through Koki’s hair. All of that exertion had warmed him up and strands of it are stuck to the sides of his face. Yucchi presses one last kiss against Koki’s lips, smearing his lipstick a little, and then he does the same to Junno.
“You two should get some rest; we’re heading out next cycle. Once we’re underway, we’ll be going into stasis.”
Koki feels Junno nod in acknowledgement, and he can’t help grinning a little when Yucchi turns at the door, like he’s just had a brilliant idea, and adds, “It wouldn’t be terrible to spend our last night-cycle together, you know?”
Later, Koki thinks he might feel a little bit like Goldilocks; Yucchi’s arm is a comforting weight slung across his hips, and Junno’s even breaths ruffling his hair is nice. It’s just right where he’s bundled between the two in the middle of Yucchi’s bunk.
Pairing/Group: Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki, Nakamaru Yuichi
Rating/Warnings: R-- Sci-fi AU; crossdressing, voyeurism
Word Count: 1958
Summary: Goldilocks wasn’t necessarily a blonde.
Notes: Written for the dressup square of my kink_bingo card. This can be read as a side story to O Green World.
Also this fill completes my second bingo line!
Sometimes Koki seriously wonders about Junno's fitness to be a part of this mission. Really, though, maybe all pilots, especially the ones who elected to accept the upgrades that allowed them to interface directly with their spaceships, were sort of mad.
They're docked on the far side of Europa, where even inside the spaceships with their insulation are cold, and Koki is sure that Junno has snapped. He should have known better than to think Junno had gotten him any sort of gift that was acceptable in most people's eyes.
The tool had snuck up behind him while he was putting away supplies in the medbay, nearly scaring him to death when he'd draped one lanky arm around his shoulders. "Ko~ki~," he'd whispered in his ear, infuriatingly sing-song, "I've a surprise for you."
Koki had always been easily swayed by gifts.
Junno had pulled him into his quarters, leaving the door open in his excitement, and given Koki a box wrapped in red ribbon. He'd fought down the smile that it brought to his face, unsuccessfully, and carefully untied the ribbon; it seemed to have been made from real satin, which was uncommon, especially this far from old Earth and her nearest colonies on Mars.
The box contained a short scrap of a skirt, crimson silk, and a matching top. It had long, loose sleeves and was daringly low-cut, and underneath all that had been a black garter belt, and black fishnet stockings. To top it all off, Junno had found a cincher (black, to match the stockings) and a tube of the darkest, reddest lipstick Koki had ever encountered. The cincher was made from synthetic leather, but it was of such high quality it nearly fooled him into thinking it was real; it even smelled like real leather, from what Koki could remember of old Earth.
It really is a thoughtful gift, though Koki has to make himself sound cross. "Um, thank you? Though you do realize that I'm not a girl, right?"
Junno nods, and says, "Well, yeah. But don't you remember the first time we met and I thought you were?" He waits until Koki nods before continuing. "I couldn't keep from imagining you all got up like Goldilocks, though."
"This isn't a very Goldilocks-like outfit, though. And did you forget that I'm not blond?"
Junno scoffs and waves a hand. "Details, Koki, details. Come on, I wanna see you in it."
That's the end of that, and Junno is placing the box on his bunk. Koki is startled when he turns to him once again, intent upon dressing him himself, it seems. Junno's quick when he wants to be, and by the time Koki catches up, Junno's already stripped him of his shirt; his boots and trousers follow shortly.
It's really cold, and Koki wastes no time in scrambling for the clothes Junno had gotten him. He perches on the edge of Junno's bunk to pull on the stockings and garter belt first. Once he's finished, Junno helps, though he's leering a bit as Koki pulls the skirt up his legs and shimmies to get it just right.
“You look like a creep, Junno, stop that,” Koki mutters, still straightening his skirt. “Hand me my shirt now.”
Junno doesn’t say anything, and when Koki looks up, it seems like Junno is at least trying to look less skeezy. He gets an “E” for effort, then. Wordlessly, Junno hands Koki the silky shirt and then readies the cincher. Even though he’s kind of cold, the silk and sheer decadence of his clothes is nice; it’s been ages since he’d worn anything other than drab black trousers and stiffly starched shirts.
The silk feels slippery against his skin, and Koki tries to ignore the way it clings in all of the right (and wrong) places. The way the garter belt rests below his waist is a little strange, but the way the straps feel as they hold up his stockings is nice; he kind of understands why pin-up girls always seemed to be so confident when this was about as much clothes as they wore-- it was just more sexy, somehow.
Junno’s hands fussing with his top distracts Koki from his reverie, and he holds still until Junno taps one arm. Then he wriggles into the cincher as Junno holds it steady. The scent is almost too much, but in a good way, and Koki gasps at the way Junno pulls the strings hard and tightens the cincher around him.
Finally Koki is dressed, if one can call it that, and Junno has one big hand holding him by the chin to keep him steady as he smoothes the lipstick onto his lips. He’d automatically parted his lips without thought, and Junno’s touch is actually very delicate. Koki presses his lips together when Junno lets go of his face; a shiver runs down his spine, and it’s not from the cold, when Junno speaks.
“So beautiful, Mari-chan.” Junno’s voice is soft, almost reverent, and maybe he’s not as mad as Koki had thought. “I hope everything is just right.”
Koki would have rolled his eyes any other time, but something stops him this time. Maybe it’s how gentle Junno’s hands are when he touches, or that he’s a little overwhelmed by the sumptuous silks; either way, Koki feels content with this situation. Junno had gone out of his way to find him such nice things, considering how bare bones the station here on Europa is.
Junno moves the box onto his dresser, and makes a grand gesture toward his bunk. Koki climbs up, crawling under the covers to try and get warm, and pretends to doze off. A few minutes later, when Koki nearly falls asleep for real, he feels the mattress dip behind him and one of Junno’s big hands clamp down on his shoulder. His voice is almost alarming when he says, “So what do we have here? Must be a stowaway.”
Koki shivers at how deep his voice is, and blinks as if he’s been suddenly awoken. From above him, Junno licks his lips, the gesture going straight to Koki’s dick, and pulls him into a sitting position. Junno crowds him from behind, one arm wrapping around his middle. When he pulls Koki into his lap, he can feel how hard Junno is, completely pressed flush against him.
It’s not very long before Koki is gasping and writhing in Junno’s hold as his hands wander everywhere, cleaving the silk to his skin. One hand gets very bold, grabbing him through the skirt, and that’s when it’s too much for Koki. Coupled with the filthy words pouring from Junno’s lips, Koki can’t keep his soft noises from turning into throaty moans.
That’s when Yucchi strides through the still-open door, laser pistol held in a loose grip. He looks thoroughly confused for a moment, because Junno’s still calling him “Mari-chan” and telling him he’s so naughty for sneaking into beds. Koki digs his short nails into Junno’s arm for that; he’d been invited in.
“Yucchi,” Koki says, hoping that he lets go of the laser pistol at the sound of his voice. Junno pinches his hip, seemingly affronted that Koki is saying wrong names, but then he actually looks up and soothes the spot absently.
“Oh! Nakamaru, I’ve got a guest. Only she’s not really a guest, because she isn’t really Goldilocks, she’s Koki!”
Nakamaru purses his lips, expression unreadable as he holsters his pistol. “Mari-chan looks more like Little Red Riding hood than Goldilocks, Taguchi.”
“I’d eat her up,” Junno murmurs, teeth scraping the side of his neck as he says it, and Koki shudders in his hold. “Wouldn’t you, Nakamaru?”
They keep talking about him as if he isn’t there, and Junno’s hands keep roving under his skirt. Koki has to congratulate that sneaky bastard, because even as he and Yucchi are discussing bedroom cannibalism, Junno’s somehow slicked his fingers and is able to work him open at the same time. It’s as he’s squirming and panting in Junno’s hold that Yucchi hushes Junno by crowding Koki and kissing Junno over his shoulder.
He can hear their soft noises practically in his ear, and their breath tickles him, and Koki feels really left out, even if Junno’s nearly finger-fucking him. He’s well on his way to pouting when Yucchi’s delicate fingers turn his head ever so slightly; the next thing Koki knows is that he’s practically being fucked from both ends as Yucchi kisses him roughly.
Koki moans, biting Yucchi’s full lower lip as he pulls away, and impatiently mutters to the room at large. “Are we going to fuck anytime this cycle, Junno? I’ve been ready!”
That gets laughter from both of them, and Junno’s touch leaves him feeling empty when he withdraws. Yucchi distracts him though, lips and tongue and teeth getting intimately acquainted with Koki’s throat while Junno fumbles with his belt and trousers. Finally both of Junno’s hands are on his hips, Yucchi’s laced over them, and they’re slowly guiding Koki onto Junno’s cock.
“You sure you don’t wanna join, Nakamaru?” Junno asks, as if he has final say over their activities, and slowly begins to move him up and down.
Yucchi’s eyes are glittering black, but his voice is soft as he answers. “No, I just want to watch Mari-chan fall apart.”
It’s probably one of the hottest things Koki has ever heard Yucchi say, and he tightens his fingers on Junno’s hands. Yucchi settles onto Junno’s dresser, idly palming himself through his trousers as Koki’s taken closer and closer to the edge.
All Koki knows is Yucchi’s heated gaze, and Junno’s palms hot against his silks, and being filled to the brim as he’s jostled up and down. One of Junno’s hands wraps around one of Koki’s, and their fingers lace together as Junno guides Koki’s hand to wrap around himself. For a moment, Junno sets this pace too, but then he pulls away to flip Koki’s skirt up and out of the way.
“Wouldn’t want to ruin your pretty clothes, Mari-chan,” he whispers, and punctuates it by biting down on Koki’s earlobe. That tips him over the edge, and Koki’s eyes fall shut as Junno keeps fucking him through it. It’s almost too much, once Koki somewhat recovers, because Junno is still deep inside him and hitting his prostate with every thrust.
Koki thinks he might be on the verge of tears when Junno finally stills, emptying inside him and biting the back of his neck. He groans weakly, and slumps back against Junno’s chest. Yucchi is still teasing himself, and he smirks a little.
“Perhaps later Mari-chan could come see me in my quarters.”
Junno’s laughter shakes him, and Yucchi strides across the room to run gentle fingers through Koki’s hair. All of that exertion had warmed him up and strands of it are stuck to the sides of his face. Yucchi presses one last kiss against Koki’s lips, smearing his lipstick a little, and then he does the same to Junno.
“You two should get some rest; we’re heading out next cycle. Once we’re underway, we’ll be going into stasis.”
Koki feels Junno nod in acknowledgement, and he can’t help grinning a little when Yucchi turns at the door, like he’s just had a brilliant idea, and adds, “It wouldn’t be terrible to spend our last night-cycle together, you know?”
Later, Koki thinks he might feel a little bit like Goldilocks; Yucchi’s arm is a comforting weight slung across his hips, and Junno’s even breaths ruffling his hair is nice. It’s just right where he’s bundled between the two in the middle of Yucchi’s bunk.