het meme drabbles ~ various ~ NC-17
Author: anamuan
A/N: These were long enough ago that I don't actually remember what the prompts were word-for-word and I am too lazy to look them up.
Yamapi/Abiru Yuu||Jin/Koda Kumi
Pairing: Yamapi/Abiru Yuu
Prompt: something about pool tables.
Word-count & Rating: 634 words at a predictably pornographic rating.
Yuu doesn't play pool. Yamapi thinks that's ok, because he doesn't really either and Yuu is wearing a really short, flowy yellow skirt that's always almost just about to give him a glimpse of her panties. Yamapi wonders which pair she's wearing today.
The ones with the blue and green hearts? Or the red lace one? He likes the kind of skin-colored mesh one best; it's natural and sexy and reveals less than you think it would while still being mostly see-through. It shows him what he wants while still being mostly a tease--like the skirt. The damn skirt that's just barely low enough to cover everything he wants a peek at while Yuu bends over the table to make her shot.
Yamapi wishes there were more space between the pool table and the wall so he could back up and get a better look. He wonders if leaning over would be too obvious when Yuu sends a look over her shoulder at him. Caught.
She gives her hips a little twist, sending the hem of the skirt up in a little puff of air. Yamapi follows the lines of her legs up and up and--the skirt settles again. Dammit.
"Like what you see?" Her tone tells him she's laughing at him, but also that she's doing it on purpose.
"No," he answers truthfully. He'd much rather be seeing more.
"Oh?" She gives her hips another little twist. "How about a closer look then?" Yamapi knows it's a little risky, but she's been teasing him all day--plus, if he thinks about it, the idea of getting caught makes the whole thing more exciting anyway--so he finds himself moving closer, till he's up behind her.
Yamapi slides a hand along the outside of her thigh, pulling up her skirt when he gets to the edge. She isn't wearing any underwear. "Dirty," he says, running a hand up over her hip then down across her bare ass.
"You like it," Yuu says, pushing her hips back to grind against him, skirt caught up around her waist. Yamapi has to admit that he does.
Yuu rubs against him with deliberation, rolling her hips back with slow intent; she starts moaning (maybe a bit theatrically, Yamapi thinks) when she can feel Yamapi harden through his pants, but when he reaches down to her clit he finds she's wet already. He barely brushed her, but she arches into his touch with a cry and that's all Yamapi can take, biting his lip and unzipping his pants to pull himself out.
"Yes," she hisses, bent over the pool table, as he pushes in. He pauses for a moment when he's all the way in--or tries too--but Yuu won't wait, changing her grip on the edge of the table and thrusting back harshly. She wants it fast--she's probably wanted it all day, wandering around with no underwear--so he lets her control the tempo, sliding in and out of her slick heat.
It feels incredible, like she always does, and soon Yamapi can't control himself, speeding up to push harder and deeper. She arches her back and uses her grip on the pool table to meet him thrust for thrust until Yamapi combs his fingers through the damp tangle of hair between her legs and her whole body tenses up as she comes.
She tightens around him like a vice, tight, delicious friction, and it only takes Yamapi three more thrusts before he comes inside her.
They don't end up finishing the game they weren't really playing anyway. Yamapi wanted to try, but then Yuu kissed his cheek and murmured something about how she could feel him slipping out of her, running down her legs; Yamapi decided he'd much rather play other games elsewhere.
Pairing: Jin/Koda Kumi
Prompt: a striptease was involved, i think.
Word-count: 598
He knows who she is, of course. Just like she knows who he is. But he doesn't know her. He isn't sure he's ever even talked to her, despite performing on the same shows more than once.
He does know--and in his mind this is the important part--that she is damn hot and she knows how to move her hips. Jin likes to think of himself the same way.
They'd met on the street, actually, changing clubs. She'd smiled at him and he'd winked back. She kept playing with her mouth, touching her lips, sliding a finger dipped into her drink into her mouth and sucking the alcohol off with a wet pop. He ran hands down his neck to his chest, pulling Yamapi's shirt-lifting trick; his body language drew attention to his hips, every movement speaking sex. Things progressed nicely from there. The hotel wasn't exactly something he'd call classy, but it was nearby and when Koda Kumi was palming his erection through the front of his pants nearby fell higher on the list than classy.
She gives him a striptease when they get to the room, him sitting fully dressed on the edge of the bed as she rolls her hips in a circle--all the attention on her ass--as she removes layers of clothing. There is something hot and kinky about her rubbing against him in her underwear when his button-up was still as buttoned as when they'd started.
She writhes down his body, pushing his knees apart so she can fit between. She trails a lazy hand up the front of his pants at the same time, popping the button and pulling the zipper down when she gets to the top. Koda pulls him out and then guides his hand to his semi; Jin fists himself to hardness in front of her while she licks her lips slowly, admiring the view, and teases a nipple with her long, perfect nails through her lacy bra. The sight makes Jin speed up until she stops him, pulling his hand off. Jin can't help the frustrated noise that leaves his throat.
Koda licks a long line up from the base, laps the precome off the tip. She's still got a hand playing with a breast; the other's slipped her panties partway down her thighs so she can slide a finger in. She sounds slick and wet, and then she makes a slurping noise as she sucks the head of Jin's cock into her mouth and Jin groans and pulls her up onto the bed to stradle him.
She eases down onto him slowly, teasing again, and Jin lets her, because it's fucking great to watch, slowly disappearing inside her, and she's just as hot and wet as he thought she'd be. She speeds up once she's all the way down--impatient now and tired of teasing.
When Jin notices the way she's watching him, he reaches up and pinches his own nipple through the shirt and moans loudly, thrusting up into her harder at the touch. Her mouth opens in a little 'O' of surprise and she tightens around him, hand paused on her breast as she comes. Jin rolls them over then to control the pace better. He picks up speed again as she goes relaxed, pounding into her, the change in angle pushing him deeper. Her back arches again and she scratches down his back this time, tightening even more than last time and Jin has to pull out, coming across her stomach before collapsing to the bed next to her.
A/N: These were long enough ago that I don't actually remember what the prompts were word-for-word and I am too lazy to look them up.
Yamapi/Abiru Yuu||Jin/Koda Kumi
Pairing: Yamapi/Abiru Yuu
Prompt: something about pool tables.
Word-count & Rating: 634 words at a predictably pornographic rating.
Yuu doesn't play pool. Yamapi thinks that's ok, because he doesn't really either and Yuu is wearing a really short, flowy yellow skirt that's always almost just about to give him a glimpse of her panties. Yamapi wonders which pair she's wearing today.
The ones with the blue and green hearts? Or the red lace one? He likes the kind of skin-colored mesh one best; it's natural and sexy and reveals less than you think it would while still being mostly see-through. It shows him what he wants while still being mostly a tease--like the skirt. The damn skirt that's just barely low enough to cover everything he wants a peek at while Yuu bends over the table to make her shot.
Yamapi wishes there were more space between the pool table and the wall so he could back up and get a better look. He wonders if leaning over would be too obvious when Yuu sends a look over her shoulder at him. Caught.
She gives her hips a little twist, sending the hem of the skirt up in a little puff of air. Yamapi follows the lines of her legs up and up and--the skirt settles again. Dammit.
"Like what you see?" Her tone tells him she's laughing at him, but also that she's doing it on purpose.
"No," he answers truthfully. He'd much rather be seeing more.
"Oh?" She gives her hips another little twist. "How about a closer look then?" Yamapi knows it's a little risky, but she's been teasing him all day--plus, if he thinks about it, the idea of getting caught makes the whole thing more exciting anyway--so he finds himself moving closer, till he's up behind her.
Yamapi slides a hand along the outside of her thigh, pulling up her skirt when he gets to the edge. She isn't wearing any underwear. "Dirty," he says, running a hand up over her hip then down across her bare ass.
"You like it," Yuu says, pushing her hips back to grind against him, skirt caught up around her waist. Yamapi has to admit that he does.
Yuu rubs against him with deliberation, rolling her hips back with slow intent; she starts moaning (maybe a bit theatrically, Yamapi thinks) when she can feel Yamapi harden through his pants, but when he reaches down to her clit he finds she's wet already. He barely brushed her, but she arches into his touch with a cry and that's all Yamapi can take, biting his lip and unzipping his pants to pull himself out.
"Yes," she hisses, bent over the pool table, as he pushes in. He pauses for a moment when he's all the way in--or tries too--but Yuu won't wait, changing her grip on the edge of the table and thrusting back harshly. She wants it fast--she's probably wanted it all day, wandering around with no underwear--so he lets her control the tempo, sliding in and out of her slick heat.
It feels incredible, like she always does, and soon Yamapi can't control himself, speeding up to push harder and deeper. She arches her back and uses her grip on the pool table to meet him thrust for thrust until Yamapi combs his fingers through the damp tangle of hair between her legs and her whole body tenses up as she comes.
She tightens around him like a vice, tight, delicious friction, and it only takes Yamapi three more thrusts before he comes inside her.
They don't end up finishing the game they weren't really playing anyway. Yamapi wanted to try, but then Yuu kissed his cheek and murmured something about how she could feel him slipping out of her, running down her legs; Yamapi decided he'd much rather play other games elsewhere.
Pairing: Jin/Koda Kumi
Prompt: a striptease was involved, i think.
Word-count: 598
He knows who she is, of course. Just like she knows who he is. But he doesn't know her. He isn't sure he's ever even talked to her, despite performing on the same shows more than once.
He does know--and in his mind this is the important part--that she is damn hot and she knows how to move her hips. Jin likes to think of himself the same way.
They'd met on the street, actually, changing clubs. She'd smiled at him and he'd winked back. She kept playing with her mouth, touching her lips, sliding a finger dipped into her drink into her mouth and sucking the alcohol off with a wet pop. He ran hands down his neck to his chest, pulling Yamapi's shirt-lifting trick; his body language drew attention to his hips, every movement speaking sex. Things progressed nicely from there. The hotel wasn't exactly something he'd call classy, but it was nearby and when Koda Kumi was palming his erection through the front of his pants nearby fell higher on the list than classy.
She gives him a striptease when they get to the room, him sitting fully dressed on the edge of the bed as she rolls her hips in a circle--all the attention on her ass--as she removes layers of clothing. There is something hot and kinky about her rubbing against him in her underwear when his button-up was still as buttoned as when they'd started.
She writhes down his body, pushing his knees apart so she can fit between. She trails a lazy hand up the front of his pants at the same time, popping the button and pulling the zipper down when she gets to the top. Koda pulls him out and then guides his hand to his semi; Jin fists himself to hardness in front of her while she licks her lips slowly, admiring the view, and teases a nipple with her long, perfect nails through her lacy bra. The sight makes Jin speed up until she stops him, pulling his hand off. Jin can't help the frustrated noise that leaves his throat.
Koda licks a long line up from the base, laps the precome off the tip. She's still got a hand playing with a breast; the other's slipped her panties partway down her thighs so she can slide a finger in. She sounds slick and wet, and then she makes a slurping noise as she sucks the head of Jin's cock into her mouth and Jin groans and pulls her up onto the bed to stradle him.
She eases down onto him slowly, teasing again, and Jin lets her, because it's fucking great to watch, slowly disappearing inside her, and she's just as hot and wet as he thought she'd be. She speeds up once she's all the way down--impatient now and tired of teasing.
When Jin notices the way she's watching him, he reaches up and pinches his own nipple through the shirt and moans loudly, thrusting up into her harder at the touch. Her mouth opens in a little 'O' of surprise and she tightens around him, hand paused on her breast as she comes. Jin rolls them over then to control the pace better. He picks up speed again as she goes relaxed, pounding into her, the change in angle pushing him deeper. Her back arches again and she scratches down his back this time, tightening even more than last time and Jin has to pull out, coming across her stomach before collapsing to the bed next to her.