[fic] Yu/Megumi or as Kon calls them, Yugumi
Title: Midnight Waltz
Pairing: Yokoyama Yu/Sato Megumi
Genre: love hotel; AU
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Owned by Johnny's Entertainment and Stardust Promotion, not me.
Summary: It was like any other night in Tokyo, except one of them fell in love.
A/N: rather inspired by the book Belle du Jour, thank you to my darling noble_scarlet for once lending it to me ♥
For koneho. Hey, you said love hotel, what did you expect, right. D: Also I am sorry it took me so long to write this! AND, advanced happy birthday dear, I believe yours is near mine :D
When he called asking for Leah-san, his usual, the agent informed him, "Oh, but my dear boy, someone else has already booked Leah-chan!"
"Someone else?" he frowned into the receiver, one hand smoothing down his already impeccably-placed tie. "You know I favor her, Madame."
"Of course, indeed, indeed I know that," she assured him, and he could imagine her waving a hand in the air dismissively, cigarette burning between her fingers. "But this man, I cannot say no to him. I could give you another girl--"
"Perhaps another time Leah-san is available," he cut in smoothly, ready to end the call.
"I have a new one," the agent went on as if he hadn't spoken. "Very pretty, rather reserved and shy, but sweet..."
In the end, he'd agreed to an appointment with this girl, even if the spiel the agent had spouted was practically the same, word for word, when she first endorsed Leah. He didn't even know why he agreed-- perhaps Madame was a good persuader; and there was also the fact that he honestly would not be able to wait for the next time Leah would be around. He was, after all, a busy man, with needs to be met that simply could not be put aside.
She was nothing like his favorite Tokyo call girl, when they finally met at the designated time. He opened the door to a frail-looking young woman whose voice was barely above a whisper, and kept her head bowed low.
The agent was spot on with the shy part, he mused.
"What's your name?"
"Megumi..."
She declined offers of any kind of drink and remained standing, looking at anything in the room but him. If his guess was correct, it appeared to be her first time. He paused, giving her an appraising stare. Normally, he had no patience for neophytes, but now-- he was rather curious as to what this one would do. He kept his gaze on her as he loosened his tie, removing it from around his neck.
Apparently she took it to mean that it was her cue to begin. With a shuddering sigh, the thick coat she was wearing slid to the floor, revealing a tasteful blouse, knee-length skirt and stockings underneath. These she removed from her person one by one, methodically, until she was standing bare before him, her whole body flushed slightly red.
When she finally raised her head to look at him, he could see her eyes were large and brown, seemingly flecked with gold in the dim yellow light of the room. The look of innocence mixed with determination. Well-formed nose, round cheekbones, full lips.
Very pretty, indeed.
She walked forward slowly until she was standing right in front of him. Laying her palms flat on his chest, she pushed him gently on the bed until his back was pressed against the pillows, before moving to straddle him, fingers carefully unbuttoning his polo shirt.
He found that the tentative brushing of her fingertips against his skin as she undressed him was just as arousing as anything else he'd encountered before.
Three hours with her seemed an eternity too long and minutes too short. He made love to her three times. Three times she cried out, legs tightening around his waist as he moved above her, finding his own release in hers. Indeed, it seemed as if he was the one pleasuring her instead of the other way around. He found that he did not mind. Her breasts, which appeared rather small at first glance, filled his palms nicely when he cupped them, nipples rising under his touch. He kissed those lips thirty-three times until they were red and swollen and looking so ravishing that he had to kiss them again for another thirty-three more.
She dressed up just as methodically afterwards, head bowed low, as he lay stretched out on the bed, surveying her. She looked up once to find him gazing at her and quickly looked away, an almost endearing blush gracing her cheeks.
He was almost sorry to see her leave. The tip he gave her was three times larger than the rate asked for by her agency.
The next time he called, the agent greeted him immediately with, "Oh, Yokoyama-san! Leah-chan is available, I've rejected three offers for her just for you--"
"I'm sorry," he interrupted. "I want to ask for Megumi."
The third time they met, he came to know the way her breath would hitch in her throat when he thrusts in deep, the way her neck curved with her head thrown back, the way her fingernails would dig into his back imperceptibly, as if afraid of hurting him.
One, two.
Three months later, he would learn that it was never enough.
He wanted forever.
Fin.
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Asgadfghdgsajd excuse the mushy ending wtf. Oh and. Omake?
i.
"Oh, so this is what, 'ne Mecchan I'm tired don't you feel tired too we still have a long drive ahead of us don't you think we should rest for a bit?' meant, right?" Megumi asked, sarcasm and disbelief dripping in her tone as they pulled inside the parking lot of a love hotel.
"It's cheap!" Yu protested, turning off the ignition.
"Like all Johnny's, apparently..."
"A real hotel would be expensive!"
ii.
"We're just friends," he tells his friends, shrugging. "Like... friends with benefits." Hina snorts and Subaru exclaims, "Do you even know what that means?" Yoko looks up the term and deduces that he was right after all, except he and Megumi weren't having sex, which to him is incredibly sad.
iii.
"We don't have to go to a love hotel for that!" she practically yells at him, bangs in her face and cheeks red.
He gives her a confused look. "Huh?"
She draws herself up to her full height, looking determined, almost predatory, as she stalks over to where he was. He finds himself pushed against the wall, her fingers curled at the back of his neck and his face pulled down to meet her lips.
Okay rly this is the end. -__-
Pairing: Yokoyama Yu/Sato Megumi
Genre: love hotel; AU
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Owned by Johnny's Entertainment and Stardust Promotion, not me.
Summary: It was like any other night in Tokyo, except one of them fell in love.
A/N: rather inspired by the book Belle du Jour, thank you to my darling noble_scarlet for once lending it to me ♥
For koneho. Hey, you said love hotel, what did you expect, right. D: Also I am sorry it took me so long to write this! AND, advanced happy birthday dear, I believe yours is near mine :D
When he called asking for Leah-san, his usual, the agent informed him, "Oh, but my dear boy, someone else has already booked Leah-chan!"
"Someone else?" he frowned into the receiver, one hand smoothing down his already impeccably-placed tie. "You know I favor her, Madame."
"Of course, indeed, indeed I know that," she assured him, and he could imagine her waving a hand in the air dismissively, cigarette burning between her fingers. "But this man, I cannot say no to him. I could give you another girl--"
"Perhaps another time Leah-san is available," he cut in smoothly, ready to end the call.
"I have a new one," the agent went on as if he hadn't spoken. "Very pretty, rather reserved and shy, but sweet..."
In the end, he'd agreed to an appointment with this girl, even if the spiel the agent had spouted was practically the same, word for word, when she first endorsed Leah. He didn't even know why he agreed-- perhaps Madame was a good persuader; and there was also the fact that he honestly would not be able to wait for the next time Leah would be around. He was, after all, a busy man, with needs to be met that simply could not be put aside.
She was nothing like his favorite Tokyo call girl, when they finally met at the designated time. He opened the door to a frail-looking young woman whose voice was barely above a whisper, and kept her head bowed low.
The agent was spot on with the shy part, he mused.
"What's your name?"
"Megumi..."
She declined offers of any kind of drink and remained standing, looking at anything in the room but him. If his guess was correct, it appeared to be her first time. He paused, giving her an appraising stare. Normally, he had no patience for neophytes, but now-- he was rather curious as to what this one would do. He kept his gaze on her as he loosened his tie, removing it from around his neck.
Apparently she took it to mean that it was her cue to begin. With a shuddering sigh, the thick coat she was wearing slid to the floor, revealing a tasteful blouse, knee-length skirt and stockings underneath. These she removed from her person one by one, methodically, until she was standing bare before him, her whole body flushed slightly red.
When she finally raised her head to look at him, he could see her eyes were large and brown, seemingly flecked with gold in the dim yellow light of the room. The look of innocence mixed with determination. Well-formed nose, round cheekbones, full lips.
Very pretty, indeed.
She walked forward slowly until she was standing right in front of him. Laying her palms flat on his chest, she pushed him gently on the bed until his back was pressed against the pillows, before moving to straddle him, fingers carefully unbuttoning his polo shirt.
He found that the tentative brushing of her fingertips against his skin as she undressed him was just as arousing as anything else he'd encountered before.
Three hours with her seemed an eternity too long and minutes too short. He made love to her three times. Three times she cried out, legs tightening around his waist as he moved above her, finding his own release in hers. Indeed, it seemed as if he was the one pleasuring her instead of the other way around. He found that he did not mind. Her breasts, which appeared rather small at first glance, filled his palms nicely when he cupped them, nipples rising under his touch. He kissed those lips thirty-three times until they were red and swollen and looking so ravishing that he had to kiss them again for another thirty-three more.
She dressed up just as methodically afterwards, head bowed low, as he lay stretched out on the bed, surveying her. She looked up once to find him gazing at her and quickly looked away, an almost endearing blush gracing her cheeks.
He was almost sorry to see her leave. The tip he gave her was three times larger than the rate asked for by her agency.
The next time he called, the agent greeted him immediately with, "Oh, Yokoyama-san! Leah-chan is available, I've rejected three offers for her just for you--"
"I'm sorry," he interrupted. "I want to ask for Megumi."
The third time they met, he came to know the way her breath would hitch in her throat when he thrusts in deep, the way her neck curved with her head thrown back, the way her fingernails would dig into his back imperceptibly, as if afraid of hurting him.
One, two.
Three months later, he would learn that it was never enough.
He wanted forever.
Fin.
--
Asgadfghdgsajd excuse the mushy ending wtf. Oh and. Omake?
i.
"Oh, so this is what, 'ne Mecchan I'm tired don't you feel tired too we still have a long drive ahead of us don't you think we should rest for a bit?' meant, right?" Megumi asked, sarcasm and disbelief dripping in her tone as they pulled inside the parking lot of a love hotel.
"It's cheap!" Yu protested, turning off the ignition.
"Like all Johnny's, apparently..."
"A real hotel would be expensive!"
ii.
"We're just friends," he tells his friends, shrugging. "Like... friends with benefits." Hina snorts and Subaru exclaims, "Do you even know what that means?" Yoko looks up the term and deduces that he was right after all, except he and Megumi weren't having sex, which to him is incredibly sad.
iii.
"We don't have to go to a love hotel for that!" she practically yells at him, bangs in her face and cheeks red.
He gives her a confused look. "Huh?"
She draws herself up to her full height, looking determined, almost predatory, as she stalks over to where he was. He finds himself pushed against the wall, her fingers curled at the back of his neck and his face pulled down to meet her lips.
Okay rly this is the end. -__-