Saisho wa guu janken pon!
Title: Saisho wa guu janken pon! (one-shot)
Rating: General
Genre: Real Life
Characters/Pairings: Inoue Mao, Matsumoto Jun,
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. This is out of my bizarre randomness and inborn talent of daydreaming. No money or any financial support is made from this; only self-actualization and bliss.
A/N: This is rush. So i deeply apologize for the grammatical errors. Anyway, I would like to give a huge shout out to my favorite ladies in the world for inspiring me by their creative minds which leads to *drumroll* ficplot!!!! well girls, you know who you are *winks*
Without further ado, let's play some janken!!!!
:>
“You know,” Mao said, three hours after her usual meeting with her agency’s bosses, “you could always just stay at my green room and wait for me there, I mean, instead of listening to the endless discussion of my rota and lists of projects.”
“And miss out the fun? Hell no.” He called out as the sound of running water ended.
Mao turned her gaze to the left; behind that slightly ajar bathroom door is the most unyielding, persuasive and resolute man she has ever known. When he wants it, he wants it. If there’s something on his mind, he’d do all in his power to make it happen. To think that he has ways and his influence is way beyond her capacity to understand, it’s terrifying and amusing at the same time. For one, he could attend and sit together with 7th Avenue’s big bosses and discuss important matters related to her like it’s the most normal thing on earth.
It’s not that she’s ashamed that he’s there or that it may look as if she’s being a spoiled talent because of the privileges bestowed upon her, one of which is Jun’s free access to her agency. It’s not that. She’s truly happy that he’s there sitting beside her. His presence calms her. His distinct wonderful scent soothes her senses. And she needs no venti caramel macchiato to keep her eyes open. He’s like her personal walking, talking, breathing, annoying, overbearing, amazing, stunning dose of caffeine. And with the support that she receives from everyone in her agency is just beyond words. They truly welcomed him with open arms. And it would surprise her at times when they would ask for him when he’s not around.
Really though, it’s not every day that you would see a Johnny walking around somebody else’s jimusho.
“Fun?” she murmured as she went inside his walking closet and reached for some fresh shirt and a pair of pants. Going back into the bedroom to a half-naked Matsumoto Jun. As his beautifully sculpted broad back is facing her, he couldn’t possibly see the awed expression on her face. She couldn’t look away; there were droplets of water embellishing his exposed skin. And the way that his muscles would move and flex as he massage his still dripping hair with a white towel; He’s so beautiful that it took her a full five seconds to realize she isn’t breathing. She cleared her throat and made her way to him, placing his fresh clothes on top of the bed.
“Come here.”
Jun, like a giddy puppy, obliged and sat on the bed. His mouth forming the biggest grin a human could produce as Mao began to dry his hair, looking up at her expression, he knew too well that her mind is having this debate that only she would win.
“Where is the fun in that?”
Jun felt his body tighten in response. It was rather ridiculous, actually, how he reacted to pretty much everything she does. Trust Mao to always have a counter attack to whatever he says. Dear God, he loved how she could make his mind go crazy just thinking about how she would respond to him. He’d give anything, absolutely anything, just to take a peek inside her thoughts. And now just because she’s being childlike by asking her silly questions;
He narrowed his eyes, trying to guess exactly how much time he could control himself from pulling her to him. He assessed the situation, if he take her by the waist and pin her down the bed or just let her sit on his lap. The latter sounds fun but of course she would resist, but it would only last awhile because he won’t let her go anyway...
“Jun? Are you listening to me?”
He looked up. Mao had her arms resting on both sides of his shoulder; she was a tad leaning forward.
“Were you?” she persisted.
He blinked.
“Listening to me?” she ground out.
“Oh.” Jun grinned. “No.”
She rolled her eyes but didn’t bother to scold him any further than that. “I was saying that you could’ve just waited for me at the green room awhile ago. You looked dead tired.” Though that didn’t stop him from playing with her fingers: He would squeeze each, then trace his fingertips, possibly following the lines on her palm, at times he would doodle shapes and finally intertwine his hand to hers. All the while, his face showed no sign of the rendezvous happening under the table. Even when he gives out some of his ideas, the seriousness is overflowing despite that they’re having their second round of thumb wrestling. Not to mention that he would go all the way just for him to kiss her palm by picking what he dropped accidentally on purpose on the floor. Then he’d grin victoriously like a kid as she’d eye him cautiously. “You could sleep there and take some rest. Read your script or whatever.”
Jun reached for her waist and began to play with the garter of her shorts. “But I’m not sleepy.” Slightly giving up on the prospect of getting his girlfriend on his lap.
“Hmmmm.” She eyed him suspiciously.
“I told you, I don’t like being alone. And your meetings are entertaining. Fun!” He was peeking at her unconvinced expression from the hem of the towel.
She started to massage the back side of his head. His hair is quite long with all the curls stretched out. “That’s why I’m asking you, where is fun in that?”
“You. I just want to be with you.”
That took her aback. She paused for a full second before continuing to dry his mane. And she could feel her heartbeat, making its way out of her chest. How could he say those simple words and make her feel this way. How could he make her feel weak and yet ten feet tall in an instant? “Baka.”
And he saw her face, his body clenched again in desire. Silly, the effect of her smile on him.
“So…” his hands reach for hers, pulling them to his face. Kissing both her palms and pressing them on his face. Adoring her delicate, smooth, dainty hands. “So…” sliding an arm around her waist. Well it seems now that his plans will materialize…
“Where’s your lotion?” using her free hand to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
“Inside my bag I think.” And before he could even pull her to him completely, she turned around and made her way back to his walk in closet. Dammit, Matsumoto. You wasted that moment! He stood up and followed her trail like predator following his prey.
But the all the giddiness and excitement on his face were completely erased and was replaced with horror when he saw her sitting by the closet, giving him this you-are-so-dead-Matsumoto-look that he’s most afraid of.
“What is this?” Mao raised an underwear- a limited C.K. bottoms up hipster panty printed with watermelons.
Jun opened his mouth but oddly enough, no sound emerged. Finally, he managed, “That’s mine.” And stepped forward.
“No. Why do you have this here?” she motioned to his bag. Clearly though, with the tone of her voice, she’s exasperated and mortified.
“Baby, please. You misunderstood-“
“Explain.” She pursed her lips. And her brow rose as she crossed her arms on top of her chest, the panty still dangling by her right hand.
He kneeled infront of her. “Baby…” he murmured. “Give it to me.”
“Explain.”
“Why do you have this?” now waving casually the underwear between them.
And he couldn’t find the right words to appease the enraged beast in her. He raked his brain. “You know how people have their comfort blankets that they cherish and couldn’t sleep without? And at times, they would carry it anywhere because of the psychological calming effect it has-”
She kind of knew where this is leading to.
“-it’s the same with me. I mean, you’re mostly away. I don’t get to be with you every day. But with that, I..” he lost his words.” -that’s my comfort blanket. I can’t not have it with me…” Then gave his most boyish grin.
“And besides, that’s the underwear you were wearing when we first made love… when I saw it from your drawer I couldn’t help myself-”
“You carry it with you?!” she murmured in disbelief.
Biting his lip in guilt and shrugging. “Mmmmyes.” He had been trying hard to keep this from her. He knew she wouldn’t like the idea. And his theory is proven. She hated the idea. She really really hated the idea. “I swear no one-“
“Matsumoto Jun.”
“-saw that.” He was almost pleading. “No one touches my things. Even the other members-“
And he wished he didn’t say that because the moment the word ‘members’ slipped from his mouth, she looked almost like a fire breathing dragon.
“I swear to God, Matsumoto if anyone saw this I’m going to kill you.” Her face now resembling a tomato, and he couldn’t possibly stop the urge to cup and squish her embarrassed expression. How could you be so adorable especially when you’re mad?
“Are you laughing at me?”
“Oh darling no-“ making another move forward. “I’m not laughing at you.”
“You are so annoying.” Pouting just to stop herself from acquiring his contagious grin. “I’m keeping this.” And she stood up.
“Mao-chan!” Standing on his feet to block her from leaving, he began to plead. “Baby, please give it back…”
“This is mine.”
“It’s mine.”
“My name’s written on it.”
“What’s yours is mine.” He touched her arms and began rubbing up and down. Doing his best to pacify her. But what he just said didn’t seem to calm her least bit that she continued walking.“Chotto!”
“Ermmm….You can take any of my briefs if you want to.” Jun added earnestly.
Mao looked at him like he had grown a new pair of lips. “You are a delusional man.” She hid her face in disbelief as a fit of laughter shook her shoulders.
“Please. I beg you.”
Looking up at his pained expression, the intensity in his devastatingly beautiful dark eyes. And his voice. It was melting her soul.
“Baby… I promise no one will see. I always keep it somewhere safe. ”
She blinked back at him. Now then who would ever say no to a Matsumoto Jun begging in his boxer briefs?
She pinched the area between her brows. And sighed her defeat.
His face brightened up at that instant.
“Only if you win a janken with me.”
“Janken?”
“Only one.”
“But-“
“Do you want it or not?”
“Okay baby. Let’s janken.”
"Ready?"
“Seno! Saisho wa guu janken pon!”
~~
P.S. Okay now, I only have one question: Who won? lol
(edited. and this is serious stuff)
I'LL WRITE A PART TWO OF THIS FIC DEPENDING ON WHO WON THE JANKEN. VOTING STARTS NOW AND WILL END NOVEMBER 1, 2014. THE FIC WILL BE RELEASED ON THE 8TH OF NOVEMBER 2014. SOOOOOOOO, PLEASE COMMENT DOWN BELOW ON WHO WOULD YOU WANT TO WIN THE LUCKY UNDERWEAR. :D LOL
poll will be based on the comments here on my lj, on ebisu, on lss, and you can also tweet me @myaibanana :>
VOTE WISELY ;)
(edited)
PLEASE READ P.S.!!!!
Rating: General
Genre: Real Life
Characters/Pairings: Inoue Mao, Matsumoto Jun,
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. This is out of my bizarre randomness and inborn talent of daydreaming. No money or any financial support is made from this; only self-actualization and bliss.
A/N: This is rush. So i deeply apologize for the grammatical errors. Anyway, I would like to give a huge shout out to my favorite ladies in the world for inspiring me by their creative minds which leads to *drumroll* ficplot!!!! well girls, you know who you are *winks*
Without further ado, let's play some janken!!!!
:>
“You know,” Mao said, three hours after her usual meeting with her agency’s bosses, “you could always just stay at my green room and wait for me there, I mean, instead of listening to the endless discussion of my rota and lists of projects.”
“And miss out the fun? Hell no.” He called out as the sound of running water ended.
Mao turned her gaze to the left; behind that slightly ajar bathroom door is the most unyielding, persuasive and resolute man she has ever known. When he wants it, he wants it. If there’s something on his mind, he’d do all in his power to make it happen. To think that he has ways and his influence is way beyond her capacity to understand, it’s terrifying and amusing at the same time. For one, he could attend and sit together with 7th Avenue’s big bosses and discuss important matters related to her like it’s the most normal thing on earth.
It’s not that she’s ashamed that he’s there or that it may look as if she’s being a spoiled talent because of the privileges bestowed upon her, one of which is Jun’s free access to her agency. It’s not that. She’s truly happy that he’s there sitting beside her. His presence calms her. His distinct wonderful scent soothes her senses. And she needs no venti caramel macchiato to keep her eyes open. He’s like her personal walking, talking, breathing, annoying, overbearing, amazing, stunning dose of caffeine. And with the support that she receives from everyone in her agency is just beyond words. They truly welcomed him with open arms. And it would surprise her at times when they would ask for him when he’s not around.
Really though, it’s not every day that you would see a Johnny walking around somebody else’s jimusho.
“Fun?” she murmured as she went inside his walking closet and reached for some fresh shirt and a pair of pants. Going back into the bedroom to a half-naked Matsumoto Jun. As his beautifully sculpted broad back is facing her, he couldn’t possibly see the awed expression on her face. She couldn’t look away; there were droplets of water embellishing his exposed skin. And the way that his muscles would move and flex as he massage his still dripping hair with a white towel; He’s so beautiful that it took her a full five seconds to realize she isn’t breathing. She cleared her throat and made her way to him, placing his fresh clothes on top of the bed.
“Come here.”
Jun, like a giddy puppy, obliged and sat on the bed. His mouth forming the biggest grin a human could produce as Mao began to dry his hair, looking up at her expression, he knew too well that her mind is having this debate that only she would win.
“Where is the fun in that?”
Jun felt his body tighten in response. It was rather ridiculous, actually, how he reacted to pretty much everything she does. Trust Mao to always have a counter attack to whatever he says. Dear God, he loved how she could make his mind go crazy just thinking about how she would respond to him. He’d give anything, absolutely anything, just to take a peek inside her thoughts. And now just because she’s being childlike by asking her silly questions;
He narrowed his eyes, trying to guess exactly how much time he could control himself from pulling her to him. He assessed the situation, if he take her by the waist and pin her down the bed or just let her sit on his lap. The latter sounds fun but of course she would resist, but it would only last awhile because he won’t let her go anyway...
“Jun? Are you listening to me?”
He looked up. Mao had her arms resting on both sides of his shoulder; she was a tad leaning forward.
“Were you?” she persisted.
He blinked.
“Listening to me?” she ground out.
“Oh.” Jun grinned. “No.”
She rolled her eyes but didn’t bother to scold him any further than that. “I was saying that you could’ve just waited for me at the green room awhile ago. You looked dead tired.” Though that didn’t stop him from playing with her fingers: He would squeeze each, then trace his fingertips, possibly following the lines on her palm, at times he would doodle shapes and finally intertwine his hand to hers. All the while, his face showed no sign of the rendezvous happening under the table. Even when he gives out some of his ideas, the seriousness is overflowing despite that they’re having their second round of thumb wrestling. Not to mention that he would go all the way just for him to kiss her palm by picking what he dropped accidentally on purpose on the floor. Then he’d grin victoriously like a kid as she’d eye him cautiously. “You could sleep there and take some rest. Read your script or whatever.”
Jun reached for her waist and began to play with the garter of her shorts. “But I’m not sleepy.” Slightly giving up on the prospect of getting his girlfriend on his lap.
“Hmmmm.” She eyed him suspiciously.
“I told you, I don’t like being alone. And your meetings are entertaining. Fun!” He was peeking at her unconvinced expression from the hem of the towel.
She started to massage the back side of his head. His hair is quite long with all the curls stretched out. “That’s why I’m asking you, where is fun in that?”
“You. I just want to be with you.”
That took her aback. She paused for a full second before continuing to dry his mane. And she could feel her heartbeat, making its way out of her chest. How could he say those simple words and make her feel this way. How could he make her feel weak and yet ten feet tall in an instant? “Baka.”
And he saw her face, his body clenched again in desire. Silly, the effect of her smile on him.
“So…” his hands reach for hers, pulling them to his face. Kissing both her palms and pressing them on his face. Adoring her delicate, smooth, dainty hands. “So…” sliding an arm around her waist. Well it seems now that his plans will materialize…
“Where’s your lotion?” using her free hand to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
“Inside my bag I think.” And before he could even pull her to him completely, she turned around and made her way back to his walk in closet. Dammit, Matsumoto. You wasted that moment! He stood up and followed her trail like predator following his prey.
But the all the giddiness and excitement on his face were completely erased and was replaced with horror when he saw her sitting by the closet, giving him this you-are-so-dead-Matsumoto-look that he’s most afraid of.
“What is this?” Mao raised an underwear- a limited C.K. bottoms up hipster panty printed with watermelons.
Jun opened his mouth but oddly enough, no sound emerged. Finally, he managed, “That’s mine.” And stepped forward.
“No. Why do you have this here?” she motioned to his bag. Clearly though, with the tone of her voice, she’s exasperated and mortified.
“Baby, please. You misunderstood-“
“Explain.” She pursed her lips. And her brow rose as she crossed her arms on top of her chest, the panty still dangling by her right hand.
He kneeled infront of her. “Baby…” he murmured. “Give it to me.”
“Explain.”
“Why do you have this?” now waving casually the underwear between them.
And he couldn’t find the right words to appease the enraged beast in her. He raked his brain. “You know how people have their comfort blankets that they cherish and couldn’t sleep without? And at times, they would carry it anywhere because of the psychological calming effect it has-”
She kind of knew where this is leading to.
“-it’s the same with me. I mean, you’re mostly away. I don’t get to be with you every day. But with that, I..” he lost his words.” -that’s my comfort blanket. I can’t not have it with me…” Then gave his most boyish grin.
“And besides, that’s the underwear you were wearing when we first made love… when I saw it from your drawer I couldn’t help myself-”
“You carry it with you?!” she murmured in disbelief.
Biting his lip in guilt and shrugging. “Mmmmyes.” He had been trying hard to keep this from her. He knew she wouldn’t like the idea. And his theory is proven. She hated the idea. She really really hated the idea. “I swear no one-“
“Matsumoto Jun.”
“-saw that.” He was almost pleading. “No one touches my things. Even the other members-“
And he wished he didn’t say that because the moment the word ‘members’ slipped from his mouth, she looked almost like a fire breathing dragon.
“I swear to God, Matsumoto if anyone saw this I’m going to kill you.” Her face now resembling a tomato, and he couldn’t possibly stop the urge to cup and squish her embarrassed expression. How could you be so adorable especially when you’re mad?
“Are you laughing at me?”
“Oh darling no-“ making another move forward. “I’m not laughing at you.”
“You are so annoying.” Pouting just to stop herself from acquiring his contagious grin. “I’m keeping this.” And she stood up.
“Mao-chan!” Standing on his feet to block her from leaving, he began to plead. “Baby, please give it back…”
“This is mine.”
“It’s mine.”
“My name’s written on it.”
“What’s yours is mine.” He touched her arms and began rubbing up and down. Doing his best to pacify her. But what he just said didn’t seem to calm her least bit that she continued walking.“Chotto!”
“Ermmm….You can take any of my briefs if you want to.” Jun added earnestly.
Mao looked at him like he had grown a new pair of lips. “You are a delusional man.” She hid her face in disbelief as a fit of laughter shook her shoulders.
“Please. I beg you.”
Looking up at his pained expression, the intensity in his devastatingly beautiful dark eyes. And his voice. It was melting her soul.
“Baby… I promise no one will see. I always keep it somewhere safe. ”
She blinked back at him. Now then who would ever say no to a Matsumoto Jun begging in his boxer briefs?
She pinched the area between her brows. And sighed her defeat.
His face brightened up at that instant.
“Only if you win a janken with me.”
“Janken?”
“Only one.”
“But-“
“Do you want it or not?”
“Okay baby. Let’s janken.”
"Ready?"
“Seno! Saisho wa guu janken pon!”
~~
P.S. Okay now, I only have one question: Who won? lol
(edited. and this is serious stuff)
I'LL WRITE A PART TWO OF THIS FIC DEPENDING ON WHO WON THE JANKEN. VOTING STARTS NOW AND WILL END NOVEMBER 1, 2014. THE FIC WILL BE RELEASED ON THE 8TH OF NOVEMBER 2014. SOOOOOOOO, PLEASE COMMENT DOWN BELOW ON WHO WOULD YOU WANT TO WIN THE LUCKY UNDERWEAR. :D LOL
poll will be based on the comments here on my lj, on ebisu, on lss, and you can also tweet me @myaibanana :>
VOTE WISELY ;)
(edited)
PLEASE READ P.S.!!!!