[Fic] Business Trip
Title: Business Trip
Rating: M/NC-17 (Please take note of this!)
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters used here. They belong to their respective owners, namely the creators of Eyeshield 21.
Summary: After being away for 3 months, Hiruma Youichi really misses his wife. And boy, does he show it.
Notes: OMG, I actually woke up on my birthday morning with the idea for this smut. And it took me SO. FREAKING. LONG to write all of it down. I guess as I turn another year older, I decided that I might as well celebrate by taking this "big" step (hey, it's a big step to me, kay? Don't laugh!) and explore this other side of writing. I probably didn't do a very good job with it, so C&C is very helpful right now.
The idea came from this magazine I read a loooong time ago. You know those women magazines where they give advice on all sorts of things, even sex? It belonged to my aunt and I stumbled on to it, and read this woman's story on how after a long business trip, her husband came home and was, well, very eager to see her. So I got up on my birthday, remembering that, and after 5 hours, this was born. I hope you enjoy it somehow!
~*~
It has been three months since Hiruma Mamori had seen her husband. He would finally return today after travelling across America, accompanying his football team as coach. Chosen especially for his amazing talent, Hiruma Youichi hesitated at first as it had only been months since his marriage to his wife, and he didn’t like the idea of leaving her to handle the house alone. Still, she insisted that he go knowing full well how much he would enjoy it.
So he left with her full support, and they would call each other during those months. She listened with interest as he ranted or raved about the plays, and sometimes gave advice be it on the game or on himself. On some occasions, he would tell her that she should have come along and she would merely laugh it off, saying that as much as she still loved football, she did have some responsibilities. They had just moved in after all, so a lot of work needed to be done. He would then sometimes confess that he missed her in that quiet voice of his, and she would also say how much she’s missed him too.
But his last phone call to her, just as he was about to board the plane home, bothered her a little. He sounded oddly frustrated. “You better be home,” he instructed her. “Alone.”
Thinking that he must’ve had a long day and wanted nothing more than to relax and be with her, she obliged. She asked if he wanted dinner, and he said, “No. Just be home.”
Shrugging it off, she decided she’d have dinner on her own tonight then, after inviting Sena and Suzuna over for several occasions as it can be quite lonesome here. So as she was washing the dishes after having a light dinner, she heard the sound of the door opening and closing, and the sounds of bags being dropped. She quickly left the dishes in the sink, wiped her hands, and rushed to greet him.
He had just taken off his shoes, and he did look pretty haggard. But before she could even say a word to him, he rushed forward, picked her up, and practically slammed her against the wall with his tongue in her mouth.
Mamori stared at him as his tongue continued to explore eagerly in her mouth. She wasn’t sure if there was something wrong with him, or if she should stop him if that was the case. His hands continued to roam her body, as he pulled his lips away from her and placed it instead on the side of her neck, biting softly at her pulse now quickening.
“Mm, Youichi…” she whispered.
“I need you,” was his quick reply as he began to unbutton the casual blouse she was wearing. Something in Mamori began to stir at this. She was no stranger to those words, but there was a strange air to how that was said. And as she felt his hot tongue now trailing across her stomach, she noticed there was a strange air about him overall. If she had to put it in words, it was animalistic, raw, almost desperate. She wasn’t sure why at first, but it was definitely turning her on.
She pulled him back up to kiss him again. This time, she responded with as much desire as he did, as she pushed his business jacket off of him and began to remove his tie. She heard him growl with approval, as he too proceeded to remove the bra she was wearing. He didn’t even bother to let Mamori remove the clothing completely. The moment the bra was loose, he pushed the garment under her breast and closed his mouth on the left breast, sucking and teasing with his teeth as his hand pinched and teased the other. Mamori couldn’t help but cry out at the sensation, her hips gyrating in the process.
This caught his attention, as he then began to unbutton the three quarter pants she was wearing. She lifted her legs to remove those pants and he began to finger the outsides of her entrance with her panties still on. The friction of the cloth between his fingers and her clitoris made her gasp with pleasure. She swallowed to calm the flame that was beginning to burn harder within her, as she reached for his pants and unbuttoned it too.
Her hand reached out for his cock which had now turned hard. She stroked it with one hand, eliciting even more sounds of approval from him. His body drew closer to her, practically sandwiching Mamori with him and the wall. He began to pull her panties off, and she complied as she helped him along. She was half naked now as she unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing, her hands eager to feel and explore the strong, lean muscle of his chest.
Before she could even pull the shirt completely off, his cock was now rubbing the inner side of her thigh, causing her to shiver in response. She threw her arms around his shoulder, kissing the sides of his face and neck, as his hands grabbed her ass, his cock now rubbing against her entrance. She knew she wasn’t able to keep up with this foreplay, already feeling wet under there, so she positioned her entrance to be at the tip of his cock.
Youichi stopped his ministrations on her to look into her eyes for that brief moment. He looked hungry with lust, but his eyes were glued to hers as though to assure her that he really, truly loved her.
And without a word, he thrusted into her swiftly, causing both of them let out a gasp. They stood still for a moment, one of Mamori’s legs wrapped around his hips as her arms were wrapped around his neck for support. They relished the hot, burning feeling of being one again, something that Mamori believed was the result of being away for two long months, before Mamori kissed his elf-like ears and Youichi finally decided to move.
He was slow at first, thrusting in and out at his own pace, savouring the moment as Mamori moaned in pleasure, her lips trailing across his face. Then he began to pound in deeper and harder, the wall becoming a leverage that made the sensation of Youichi going in and out of her even stronger than before. Her cries were becoming louder as he got faster, and he knew their neighbours might hear them. So he closed her mouth with his, swallowing every sweet cry that escaped her lips, lavishing instead on the moans coming from deep within them, and the sound of skin slapping skin.
She was close, he could tell by how the walls within her were clenching on to him. He began to fuck her harder now. Her head slammed against the wall, wanting to cry out from the overwhelming sensations she was feeling, but he wouldn’t let her, keeping his lips glued to hers as their tongues continued to battle. Her fingers dug deep into his back as she finally came, moaning loudly into his throat. That did it for him, he pumped into her a few more times before finally cumming straight into her, releasing his hold on her lips to let out one sharp cry.
Exhausted, they both slumped onto the floor, breathing heavily. It took them a minute to finally regain their senses and their surroundings. They glanced at the clothes strewn around them and noted that they didn’t even bother to take all their clothes off. “Wow…” Mamori whispered, still breathing heavily. “You must’ve really wanted it.”
“Not it,” he replied, swallowing a little, as he looked into her eyes again. “You.”
Mamori looked back at him and came to some form of understanding for her husband’s actions. It has been a while since they’ve been together like this. With swollen lips, they couldn’t help but crack a smile.
“Well, I guess travelling did you some good,” she said, lying against the wall which now felt cooler than earlier. “Don’t think we’ve ever had sex outside of the bedroom.”
His smile now grew into an evil grin. “You know… I still need to take a bath. Care to join me?”
Rating: M/NC-17 (Please take note of this!)
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters used here. They belong to their respective owners, namely the creators of Eyeshield 21.
Summary: After being away for 3 months, Hiruma Youichi really misses his wife. And boy, does he show it.
Notes: OMG, I actually woke up on my birthday morning with the idea for this smut. And it took me SO. FREAKING. LONG to write all of it down. I guess as I turn another year older, I decided that I might as well celebrate by taking this "big" step (hey, it's a big step to me, kay? Don't laugh!) and explore this other side of writing. I probably didn't do a very good job with it, so C&C is very helpful right now.
The idea came from this magazine I read a loooong time ago. You know those women magazines where they give advice on all sorts of things, even sex? It belonged to my aunt and I stumbled on to it, and read this woman's story on how after a long business trip, her husband came home and was, well, very eager to see her. So I got up on my birthday, remembering that, and after 5 hours, this was born. I hope you enjoy it somehow!
~*~
It has been three months since Hiruma Mamori had seen her husband. He would finally return today after travelling across America, accompanying his football team as coach. Chosen especially for his amazing talent, Hiruma Youichi hesitated at first as it had only been months since his marriage to his wife, and he didn’t like the idea of leaving her to handle the house alone. Still, she insisted that he go knowing full well how much he would enjoy it.
So he left with her full support, and they would call each other during those months. She listened with interest as he ranted or raved about the plays, and sometimes gave advice be it on the game or on himself. On some occasions, he would tell her that she should have come along and she would merely laugh it off, saying that as much as she still loved football, she did have some responsibilities. They had just moved in after all, so a lot of work needed to be done. He would then sometimes confess that he missed her in that quiet voice of his, and she would also say how much she’s missed him too.
But his last phone call to her, just as he was about to board the plane home, bothered her a little. He sounded oddly frustrated. “You better be home,” he instructed her. “Alone.”
Thinking that he must’ve had a long day and wanted nothing more than to relax and be with her, she obliged. She asked if he wanted dinner, and he said, “No. Just be home.”
Shrugging it off, she decided she’d have dinner on her own tonight then, after inviting Sena and Suzuna over for several occasions as it can be quite lonesome here. So as she was washing the dishes after having a light dinner, she heard the sound of the door opening and closing, and the sounds of bags being dropped. She quickly left the dishes in the sink, wiped her hands, and rushed to greet him.
He had just taken off his shoes, and he did look pretty haggard. But before she could even say a word to him, he rushed forward, picked her up, and practically slammed her against the wall with his tongue in her mouth.
Mamori stared at him as his tongue continued to explore eagerly in her mouth. She wasn’t sure if there was something wrong with him, or if she should stop him if that was the case. His hands continued to roam her body, as he pulled his lips away from her and placed it instead on the side of her neck, biting softly at her pulse now quickening.
“Mm, Youichi…” she whispered.
“I need you,” was his quick reply as he began to unbutton the casual blouse she was wearing. Something in Mamori began to stir at this. She was no stranger to those words, but there was a strange air to how that was said. And as she felt his hot tongue now trailing across her stomach, she noticed there was a strange air about him overall. If she had to put it in words, it was animalistic, raw, almost desperate. She wasn’t sure why at first, but it was definitely turning her on.
She pulled him back up to kiss him again. This time, she responded with as much desire as he did, as she pushed his business jacket off of him and began to remove his tie. She heard him growl with approval, as he too proceeded to remove the bra she was wearing. He didn’t even bother to let Mamori remove the clothing completely. The moment the bra was loose, he pushed the garment under her breast and closed his mouth on the left breast, sucking and teasing with his teeth as his hand pinched and teased the other. Mamori couldn’t help but cry out at the sensation, her hips gyrating in the process.
This caught his attention, as he then began to unbutton the three quarter pants she was wearing. She lifted her legs to remove those pants and he began to finger the outsides of her entrance with her panties still on. The friction of the cloth between his fingers and her clitoris made her gasp with pleasure. She swallowed to calm the flame that was beginning to burn harder within her, as she reached for his pants and unbuttoned it too.
Her hand reached out for his cock which had now turned hard. She stroked it with one hand, eliciting even more sounds of approval from him. His body drew closer to her, practically sandwiching Mamori with him and the wall. He began to pull her panties off, and she complied as she helped him along. She was half naked now as she unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing, her hands eager to feel and explore the strong, lean muscle of his chest.
Before she could even pull the shirt completely off, his cock was now rubbing the inner side of her thigh, causing her to shiver in response. She threw her arms around his shoulder, kissing the sides of his face and neck, as his hands grabbed her ass, his cock now rubbing against her entrance. She knew she wasn’t able to keep up with this foreplay, already feeling wet under there, so she positioned her entrance to be at the tip of his cock.
Youichi stopped his ministrations on her to look into her eyes for that brief moment. He looked hungry with lust, but his eyes were glued to hers as though to assure her that he really, truly loved her.
And without a word, he thrusted into her swiftly, causing both of them let out a gasp. They stood still for a moment, one of Mamori’s legs wrapped around his hips as her arms were wrapped around his neck for support. They relished the hot, burning feeling of being one again, something that Mamori believed was the result of being away for two long months, before Mamori kissed his elf-like ears and Youichi finally decided to move.
He was slow at first, thrusting in and out at his own pace, savouring the moment as Mamori moaned in pleasure, her lips trailing across his face. Then he began to pound in deeper and harder, the wall becoming a leverage that made the sensation of Youichi going in and out of her even stronger than before. Her cries were becoming louder as he got faster, and he knew their neighbours might hear them. So he closed her mouth with his, swallowing every sweet cry that escaped her lips, lavishing instead on the moans coming from deep within them, and the sound of skin slapping skin.
She was close, he could tell by how the walls within her were clenching on to him. He began to fuck her harder now. Her head slammed against the wall, wanting to cry out from the overwhelming sensations she was feeling, but he wouldn’t let her, keeping his lips glued to hers as their tongues continued to battle. Her fingers dug deep into his back as she finally came, moaning loudly into his throat. That did it for him, he pumped into her a few more times before finally cumming straight into her, releasing his hold on her lips to let out one sharp cry.
Exhausted, they both slumped onto the floor, breathing heavily. It took them a minute to finally regain their senses and their surroundings. They glanced at the clothes strewn around them and noted that they didn’t even bother to take all their clothes off. “Wow…” Mamori whispered, still breathing heavily. “You must’ve really wanted it.”
“Not it,” he replied, swallowing a little, as he looked into her eyes again. “You.”
Mamori looked back at him and came to some form of understanding for her husband’s actions. It has been a while since they’ve been together like this. With swollen lips, they couldn’t help but crack a smile.
“Well, I guess travelling did you some good,” she said, lying against the wall which now felt cooler than earlier. “Don’t think we’ve ever had sex outside of the bedroom.”
His smile now grew into an evil grin. “You know… I still need to take a bath. Care to join me?”