[sho x ?] just enjoy
TITLE: Just Enjoy
PAIRING: Sakurai Sho (POV) x YOU TELL ME
RATING: (Lightish?) NC-17
LENGTH: 1390 words
SUMMARY: If you do what Sho likes, you can do anything.
ENJOY! ♥
I hadn’t even gotten time to put down my bag when he suddenly shoved me against the door I had just entered through and began tugging at my News Zero tie, loosening it and pulling it off over my head.
“W-What are you doing?!” I stammered, completely at a loss at the younger man’s recent actions. My widened eyes must have revealed my anxiety, causing him to smirk deliberately and inch his lips towards mine, ever so slowly. He got closer, and closer again.
With his lips that dangerously close to mine, I couldn’t help but notice the familiar scent that lingered on his skin. A scent that was both comforting and confusing at the same time. There was no mistaking whose scent it was, that sweet heaven-sent scent could only belong to my Aiba-chan. What the fuck was it doing on this man?
“Just shut up and enjoy.” The man looked me straight in the eye, his gaze penetrating and full of pure arrogance. As if those words and the smell of Aiba weren’t already alarming enough, I suddenly found myself blindfolded by my own tie. What. The. Fuck.
I tried to voice my objection, but as soon as I did so, he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into my half-open mouth, entangling it with mine and kissing me deeply. That sly bastard. I tried to pull away, but my newly heightened sense of smell made the scent of Aiba painfully irresistible. My heart knew it wasn’t Aiba, but my body had already taken over. I heard myself involuntarily moan into the other man’s mouth. Low and strangled.
“S-stop...” I felt so incredibly vulnerable without my sight, unable to tell what the other man was thinking or planning to do with me. Still pinned to the door, I was resigned to the fact that I had no escape. With Aiba’s scent the only scrap of comfort left to cling onto, I braced myself for what was to come.
He chuckled and kissed me harder, clearly having no intentions of even considering stopping. I couldn’t deny that he was one fine kisser, twirling his tongue around mine in a rhythmic tango, stopping every so often to pull back and tug gently at my lower lip with his teeth. It was like he knew exactly how to kiss me the way I liked, soft and sweet but passionate. More and more tiny moans escaped my throat.
“P-please... take it off...” I blurted, before realising that what I had just said may have had multiple unintended connotations. Damn it. I meant the tie. I hoped he took it that way too. But alas his mind was in the gutter and he took it completely differently. The hands previously against my chest slid down to my belt buckle, fingers working at my zipper. The tongue continued to dance with mine, the body closer than ever. Fuck, that scent!
“N-no... the blindfold...” I tried again shakily, breathlessly, desperation coating my voice.
“Oh, this?” He mused, hands leaving my pants (thank god) and snaking up to toy with the knot at the back of my head.
I nodded profusely, drawing my lips shut to prevent further invasion. To my surprise, the tongue did not try to re-enter. Instead, I felt his hot breath trail along my jawline, up towards my left ear. It tickled, so I couldn’t help but flinch and squirm away under his grip. Another deep chuckle. Then teeth. On my earlobe. Nibbling, teasing, driving me crazy. Could it just be a coincidence that he happened to find my extra sensitive spot? Tongue. Sucking. Just the way I liked it. Fuck. Another coincidence? I was writhing, moaning, desperate for an answer.
“But Aiba-kun said you like it...”
All I heard was Aiba's name. All I could smell was Aiba. All that I could feel was that tongue on my earlobe teasing me like Aiba would. All I could think of was Aiba. My Aiba. My senses screamed Aiba, but my heart twinged with guilt.
A hum of approval against my ear, followed by more gentle suckling on the indent left behind from my old piercing. Damn, I really should have given a verbal response that wasn't in the form of weak moans and groans. Fuck, this was going too far. Why couldn't I do anything to stop it?
He didn’t remove the tie, nor did he stop tasting my skin. It was never-ending torture, the scent, the soft touches in just the right places, the tiny sounds of satisfaction, everything. His firm hands moved back down my torso, tearing off my suit jacket and hastily unbuttoning my shirt. I gasped when the cold air hit my exposed chest, but the gasp quickly turned into more strangled groans when I felt that skillful tongue flick over my hardened nipples. Twirling, tugging, teasing, again, just like Aiba would. Coincidence?
Another wicked chuckle. “Enjoying yourself?”
Unable to speak, I merely threw my head back in frustration and closed my eyes, breathing deeply, willing my lower body to calm down. But all was revealed when his firm hands reached behind me and cupped my ass, giving me a playful squeeze before forcefully drawing my hips flush against his. Even through the fabric of my pants I could distinctively feel his arousal against mine, the bittersweet friction making my breath hitch in my throat. There was no denying that he could feel me too.
“Thought so...” the satisfied younger man murmured into my chest, his warm breath tickling me but driving me further into want.
His hips continued to grind against mine, his tongue alternating its attention between my erect nipples and my sensitive earlobe. The torture was relentless. I was already making a variety of embarrassing sounds I hate to recall. What more did he want from me? At a loss of what to do to stop the molestation I resorted to a simple “Please...”
To my surprise the word was more effective than I had anticipated. The teasing halted immediately (though I can’t be sure whether the groan I let out was out of relief or frustration) and the silky material that had been depriving me of my sight was removed. However, the sight which befell me once my eyes readjusted to the well-lit room made my jaw drop and my entire body freeze up.
The man who had just been attacking me had somehow lost almost all his clothing along the way and was pressed against me in nothing but his boxers, his face inches away from mine. His eyes were glazed, his breath slightly uneven, the scent of Aiba now slightly mixed with my own. A conceited smile clung to his lips. “So it worked...”
As if on cue, a familiar cheery Aiba suddenly emerged from behind the couch in an equal state of undress. My jaw dropped further. So he’d been there the entire time? Just watching me get violated by another man? It certainly explained a lot of things - the scent... the blindfold... the earlobe... the teasing in general for fucks sake. So Aiba was behind it all. And there I was feeling guilty over giving in to another man. Oh I felt such a fool.
When he approached us with a giant sunshine smile plastered to his deceivingly innocent-looking face, all I could do was to shoot sharp daggers in his direction with my eyes. Eventually the other man moved away, letting Aiba replace his position in pinning me to the door. I opened my mouth to begin reprimanding the taller man but was hushed by a long finger against my lips.
What happened next felt like déjà vu.
“Just shut up and enjoy.” Lips crashed into mine, a tongue quickly following, kissing me exactly like I had been kissed earlier. The air was filled with Aiba again, but this time it was real. I melted immediately under his touch. Being so engrossed in the kiss, I hadn’t noticed the other man return to Aiba’s side. When I finally did momentarily avert my gaze, I saw his lustful gaze and a worryingly smug expression lining his lips. Then all of a sudden, my tie was pulled over my eyes once again. What. The. Fuck.
======A/N: So, who do you think the "other man" is? I'm interested to see what everyone thinks :D
PAIRING: Sakurai Sho (POV) x YOU TELL ME
RATING: (Lightish?) NC-17
LENGTH: 1390 words
SUMMARY: If you do what Sho likes, you can do anything.
ENJOY! ♥
I hadn’t even gotten time to put down my bag when he suddenly shoved me against the door I had just entered through and began tugging at my News Zero tie, loosening it and pulling it off over my head.
“W-What are you doing?!” I stammered, completely at a loss at the younger man’s recent actions. My widened eyes must have revealed my anxiety, causing him to smirk deliberately and inch his lips towards mine, ever so slowly. He got closer, and closer again.
With his lips that dangerously close to mine, I couldn’t help but notice the familiar scent that lingered on his skin. A scent that was both comforting and confusing at the same time. There was no mistaking whose scent it was, that sweet heaven-sent scent could only belong to my Aiba-chan. What the fuck was it doing on this man?
“Just shut up and enjoy.” The man looked me straight in the eye, his gaze penetrating and full of pure arrogance. As if those words and the smell of Aiba weren’t already alarming enough, I suddenly found myself blindfolded by my own tie. What. The. Fuck.
I tried to voice my objection, but as soon as I did so, he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into my half-open mouth, entangling it with mine and kissing me deeply. That sly bastard. I tried to pull away, but my newly heightened sense of smell made the scent of Aiba painfully irresistible. My heart knew it wasn’t Aiba, but my body had already taken over. I heard myself involuntarily moan into the other man’s mouth. Low and strangled.
“S-stop...” I felt so incredibly vulnerable without my sight, unable to tell what the other man was thinking or planning to do with me. Still pinned to the door, I was resigned to the fact that I had no escape. With Aiba’s scent the only scrap of comfort left to cling onto, I braced myself for what was to come.
He chuckled and kissed me harder, clearly having no intentions of even considering stopping. I couldn’t deny that he was one fine kisser, twirling his tongue around mine in a rhythmic tango, stopping every so often to pull back and tug gently at my lower lip with his teeth. It was like he knew exactly how to kiss me the way I liked, soft and sweet but passionate. More and more tiny moans escaped my throat.
“P-please... take it off...” I blurted, before realising that what I had just said may have had multiple unintended connotations. Damn it. I meant the tie. I hoped he took it that way too. But alas his mind was in the gutter and he took it completely differently. The hands previously against my chest slid down to my belt buckle, fingers working at my zipper. The tongue continued to dance with mine, the body closer than ever. Fuck, that scent!
“N-no... the blindfold...” I tried again shakily, breathlessly, desperation coating my voice.
“Oh, this?” He mused, hands leaving my pants (thank god) and snaking up to toy with the knot at the back of my head.
I nodded profusely, drawing my lips shut to prevent further invasion. To my surprise, the tongue did not try to re-enter. Instead, I felt his hot breath trail along my jawline, up towards my left ear. It tickled, so I couldn’t help but flinch and squirm away under his grip. Another deep chuckle. Then teeth. On my earlobe. Nibbling, teasing, driving me crazy. Could it just be a coincidence that he happened to find my extra sensitive spot? Tongue. Sucking. Just the way I liked it. Fuck. Another coincidence? I was writhing, moaning, desperate for an answer.
“But Aiba-kun said you like it...”
All I heard was Aiba's name. All I could smell was Aiba. All that I could feel was that tongue on my earlobe teasing me like Aiba would. All I could think of was Aiba. My Aiba. My senses screamed Aiba, but my heart twinged with guilt.
A hum of approval against my ear, followed by more gentle suckling on the indent left behind from my old piercing. Damn, I really should have given a verbal response that wasn't in the form of weak moans and groans. Fuck, this was going too far. Why couldn't I do anything to stop it?
He didn’t remove the tie, nor did he stop tasting my skin. It was never-ending torture, the scent, the soft touches in just the right places, the tiny sounds of satisfaction, everything. His firm hands moved back down my torso, tearing off my suit jacket and hastily unbuttoning my shirt. I gasped when the cold air hit my exposed chest, but the gasp quickly turned into more strangled groans when I felt that skillful tongue flick over my hardened nipples. Twirling, tugging, teasing, again, just like Aiba would. Coincidence?
Another wicked chuckle. “Enjoying yourself?”
Unable to speak, I merely threw my head back in frustration and closed my eyes, breathing deeply, willing my lower body to calm down. But all was revealed when his firm hands reached behind me and cupped my ass, giving me a playful squeeze before forcefully drawing my hips flush against his. Even through the fabric of my pants I could distinctively feel his arousal against mine, the bittersweet friction making my breath hitch in my throat. There was no denying that he could feel me too.
“Thought so...” the satisfied younger man murmured into my chest, his warm breath tickling me but driving me further into want.
His hips continued to grind against mine, his tongue alternating its attention between my erect nipples and my sensitive earlobe. The torture was relentless. I was already making a variety of embarrassing sounds I hate to recall. What more did he want from me? At a loss of what to do to stop the molestation I resorted to a simple “Please...”
To my surprise the word was more effective than I had anticipated. The teasing halted immediately (though I can’t be sure whether the groan I let out was out of relief or frustration) and the silky material that had been depriving me of my sight was removed. However, the sight which befell me once my eyes readjusted to the well-lit room made my jaw drop and my entire body freeze up.
The man who had just been attacking me had somehow lost almost all his clothing along the way and was pressed against me in nothing but his boxers, his face inches away from mine. His eyes were glazed, his breath slightly uneven, the scent of Aiba now slightly mixed with my own. A conceited smile clung to his lips. “So it worked...”
As if on cue, a familiar cheery Aiba suddenly emerged from behind the couch in an equal state of undress. My jaw dropped further. So he’d been there the entire time? Just watching me get violated by another man? It certainly explained a lot of things - the scent... the blindfold... the earlobe... the teasing in general for fucks sake. So Aiba was behind it all. And there I was feeling guilty over giving in to another man. Oh I felt such a fool.
When he approached us with a giant sunshine smile plastered to his deceivingly innocent-looking face, all I could do was to shoot sharp daggers in his direction with my eyes. Eventually the other man moved away, letting Aiba replace his position in pinning me to the door. I opened my mouth to begin reprimanding the taller man but was hushed by a long finger against my lips.
What happened next felt like déjà vu.
“Just shut up and enjoy.” Lips crashed into mine, a tongue quickly following, kissing me exactly like I had been kissed earlier. The air was filled with Aiba again, but this time it was real. I melted immediately under his touch. Being so engrossed in the kiss, I hadn’t noticed the other man return to Aiba’s side. When I finally did momentarily avert my gaze, I saw his lustful gaze and a worryingly smug expression lining his lips. Then all of a sudden, my tie was pulled over my eyes once again. What. The. Fuck.
======A/N: So, who do you think the "other man" is? I'm interested to see what everyone thinks :D