Fics From JE Summer Meme
One
Who I want: Jun/Toma
What I want: Servant/Master kiss
How I want it: nc17 but anything is fine
Special requests: bondage :)
Title: Defiance is The Way of a Slave's Life
“May I come in?”
Toma raised his eyes in expectation.
The heavily embroidered red yukata clad Matsumoto Jun standing at the entrance to the prince’s door rolled his eyes before bowing lightly, “...Master”
Toma’s smile widened as he gestured for Jun to come in.
Jun bowed again as he settled at the foot of the bed where the prince lounged leisurely, handing the spoilt brat a cup of tea.
Toma took it and sat up straighter patting the space he cleared for Jun to take.
Jun took one look at Toma’s hand against the golden silk of the sheets and stood up sauntering over to the other side of the room seating himself at a window-side chair. He crossed his legs so that the smooth skin of one of them peaked enticingly out from the yukata and looked out the window.
An act of defiance.
And as beautiful Jun looked with a few loose locks falling over his cheek Toma frowned.
“What’s with the attitude?”
“You master are highly unworthy of my presence.” Jun huffed crossing his hands across his chest this time looking like the farmer’s wife when Jam would wander off to their fields and soil their corn fields. He pushed the loose strands of his hair behind his ear angrily to further accentuate his dissatisfaction.
Toma would take insult at one of his servants behaving like this with him but it was a liberty he himself bestowed on Jun. Partially because Toma really liked Jun and the unusual ways he’d show affection and partially because an angry Jun was really kind of very hot.
Toma decided that he would have to give in because Jun strangely enough never did. Toma wondered if he would even if faced with the threat of a death sentence. Honestly Toma was a little afraid to try.
He settled down noisily making sure he had Jun’s attention. Even though the latter was still adamant at looking out the window Toma knew by the annoyed flinch of his shoulders that he had gotten his attention.
“What did I do now?”
“You called the Chief Advisor a doodle brain in front of the whole council.” Jun muttered through gritted teeth, bordering on rude again.
“Jun...he really does always doodle.”
“Everyone knows THAT. The fishes on his desk are enough proof but you don’t need to embarrass him like that!”
“I did NOT embarrass him. I complimented his doodles! He must be very happy.”
“Well what if insult is taken and an internal war is declared?”
“No, no. I’m sure he was happy I called his fish doodles great artistic ventures only fit for larger canvases. He probably even forgot I called him a doodle brain by now.” Toma shrugged it off.
“I’m not taking about the Advisor! I meant Chancellor Ninomiya!” Jun finally conceded to look at Toma albeit a little frustrated
“You...you have a point.” Toma finally admitted leaning a little closer, “Ah Jun what would I do without you.” Jun pursed his lips tighter but Toma caught the smile it was meant to hide anyway.
Feeling bolder he leaned further, gently placing a long finger underneath the fastenings of Jun’s yukata and tugged lightly, “Get me out of this stuffy thing.” Toma whispered, hot breath skirting teasingly along the shell of Jun’s ear and Toma could literally see Jun’s guard come down with the way his shoulders relaxed.
Jun turned fully towards Toma pushing the haori off his shoulders and pulling at the various knots and ties of the elaborate kimono Toma was wearing until he was down to just the light undergarment. Much to Toma’s dissatisfaction he stopped there.
“Just because I get to undress you doesn’t mean you have permission to do the same.” Toma puffed his cheeks because of course that is exactly what it meant.
Jun only poked the fluffed cheek until it deflated and completely halted his de-robing process. Knowing Jun would not angry to an exchange he already refused Toma did the only thing he could at this point. His skin aflame with the need of Jun’s condescendingly sweet touch he played sneaky.
“Maybe this would give me permission.”
That was all the warning he gave before he pressed their lips together. When Toma kissed Jun or vice versa it was conditioned reflex for the other to kiss back. Before Jun realized it himself he was completely under the mercy of his master’s sweet addictive kisses. In his defence he had tried to push his advances off (maybe a little weaker than he could normally muster) once Toma’s tongue defied the resistance of his lax lips and curled around his.
Staying angry suddenly became largely redundant.
Once Toma felt Jun’s hold on him tighten he broke the kiss, nibbling on a corner of the swollen panting lips.
“Do I have permission now?” It was a stupid question. Jun’s yukata was half dangling on the floor and Toma’s hands were massaging his bare thighs.
Jun nodded anyway because Toma wanted to see him give in. As much as Jun hated it, ego was the last thing on his mind right now.
Toma smiled sweetly and swooped down to pick up his discarded obi, “Good because you need to be punished.”
And tied Jun’s hands behind his back with it.
Two
Who I Want: Sho/Jun (OMGGG I wrote Sakumoto)
What I Want: 7 minutes in heaven game; Sho gets blindfolded and put in a closest, doesn't know who's kissing him until the end.
How I Want It: Nervous at the start, but it gets heated.
SpeciL Requests: Chibi Sakumoto! A la debut time ish.
“It’s called Seven Minutes in Heaven” Nino’s thin lips stretch over his teeth in a devil smirk.
Sho who was yet not familiar with his band mate’s devilish intentions nodded in agreement to the proposal.
Aiba laughs a happy laugh but Sho was still not trained enough to catch the evil mingled in his mirth.
Sho thought Ohno looked bored and he really was bored, playing with a hole in Nino’s night shirt to amuse himself.
Matsujun had a creepy smile on his face. What’s the deal with this kid?
“How do you play it?”
Nino laughs lightly and terror strikes Sho’s heart. The first inklings of how he might have made a mistake come over him as Nino picks out a scarf from his suitcase.
“Of course it’s not enough to tell you. You’ll never understand. You should be given a demonstration!” Nino said excitedly as he tugged on Sho’s wrist to make him stand up.
Sho follows clutching trepidation close as the scarf comes round his eyes.
“All you have to do Sho-chan is wait in the closet and when you hear the door open say: I’m all ready for you” Nino tied the knot with an extra vigour as he added in a whisper, “It’s a code for the game to begin, the game can’t start unless you say it!”
“Okay.” Sho stuttered as Nino pushed him inside the closet with a manic giggle.
Sho waited and finally the click of the door opening sounded and the slight thud of it closing.
Sho felt weird saying it but he was a by-the-book person. He agreed to play the game so it’s his responsibility to follow the rules, “I’m all ready for you.”
Maybe it was better that Sho couldn’t see the sadistic smile on his companion’s face.
“Excellent.” The low husky voice was not recognisable as belonging to any of the other four. He’d really kill Nino if he was sent to play a game with a fan girl/boy staff member or something.
But then a pair of lips very determinedly pressed against his and Sho jerked pushing the person away but before he could run out of the room screaming at Nino his companion had come into him again. Settling down on his thighs so that his legs were trapped the assailant kissed him again this time applying enough force so that Sho’s head was pressed back against the wall impending further escape.
Then the kisses became short and pecking. On the last one he pursed his lips a little in response. Happily the assailant grabbed a fistful of Sho’s hair and brought him in for a long open-mouthed kiss.
Sho already made up his mind to pummel whoever this was later then pummel Nino for tricking him into this. It probably was Nino, he’s caught Nino touching Ohno in a very suspicious way just the other day. Only Nino could be a rapist.
But his assailant wouldn’t stop to give him time for a peaceful monologue and slid his tongue into his mouth. Somehow despite being unknown the person had pulled Sho right into the kiss as Sho’s tongue flicked at the intruding appendage all on its own.
Ouch!
Their teeths clashed painfully breaking the kiss but the assailant returned a little later with a sweet kiss carefully avoiding a second class. Sho actually really liked the careful way the other kissed and he pet his back to give him his approval.
They kissed like that for the rest of the eternity that the kiss lasted (though it was probably just seven minutes) The door slammed open and Nino’s shrill voice rang through, his assailant made an annoyed grunt before retracting his face. Apparently ‘Time’s up’ didn’t mean ‘Get off Sho’s lap’
Sho really hadn’t tried to guess who it was because he was 80% sure that it WAS Nino. But god if Nino is screaming by the doorway who is sitting on his lap?
Oh no.
Please don’t let it be...
Nino plucked the blindfold off him with perverse glee
The Creepy One
Who I want: Jun/Toma
What I want: Servant/Master kiss
How I want it: nc17 but anything is fine
Special requests: bondage :)
Title: Defiance is The Way of a Slave's Life
“May I come in?”
Toma raised his eyes in expectation.
The heavily embroidered red yukata clad Matsumoto Jun standing at the entrance to the prince’s door rolled his eyes before bowing lightly, “...Master”
Toma’s smile widened as he gestured for Jun to come in.
Jun bowed again as he settled at the foot of the bed where the prince lounged leisurely, handing the spoilt brat a cup of tea.
Toma took it and sat up straighter patting the space he cleared for Jun to take.
Jun took one look at Toma’s hand against the golden silk of the sheets and stood up sauntering over to the other side of the room seating himself at a window-side chair. He crossed his legs so that the smooth skin of one of them peaked enticingly out from the yukata and looked out the window.
An act of defiance.
And as beautiful Jun looked with a few loose locks falling over his cheek Toma frowned.
“What’s with the attitude?”
“You master are highly unworthy of my presence.” Jun huffed crossing his hands across his chest this time looking like the farmer’s wife when Jam would wander off to their fields and soil their corn fields. He pushed the loose strands of his hair behind his ear angrily to further accentuate his dissatisfaction.
Toma would take insult at one of his servants behaving like this with him but it was a liberty he himself bestowed on Jun. Partially because Toma really liked Jun and the unusual ways he’d show affection and partially because an angry Jun was really kind of very hot.
Toma decided that he would have to give in because Jun strangely enough never did. Toma wondered if he would even if faced with the threat of a death sentence. Honestly Toma was a little afraid to try.
He settled down noisily making sure he had Jun’s attention. Even though the latter was still adamant at looking out the window Toma knew by the annoyed flinch of his shoulders that he had gotten his attention.
“What did I do now?”
“You called the Chief Advisor a doodle brain in front of the whole council.” Jun muttered through gritted teeth, bordering on rude again.
“Jun...he really does always doodle.”
“Everyone knows THAT. The fishes on his desk are enough proof but you don’t need to embarrass him like that!”
“I did NOT embarrass him. I complimented his doodles! He must be very happy.”
“Well what if insult is taken and an internal war is declared?”
“No, no. I’m sure he was happy I called his fish doodles great artistic ventures only fit for larger canvases. He probably even forgot I called him a doodle brain by now.” Toma shrugged it off.
“I’m not taking about the Advisor! I meant Chancellor Ninomiya!” Jun finally conceded to look at Toma albeit a little frustrated
“You...you have a point.” Toma finally admitted leaning a little closer, “Ah Jun what would I do without you.” Jun pursed his lips tighter but Toma caught the smile it was meant to hide anyway.
Feeling bolder he leaned further, gently placing a long finger underneath the fastenings of Jun’s yukata and tugged lightly, “Get me out of this stuffy thing.” Toma whispered, hot breath skirting teasingly along the shell of Jun’s ear and Toma could literally see Jun’s guard come down with the way his shoulders relaxed.
Jun turned fully towards Toma pushing the haori off his shoulders and pulling at the various knots and ties of the elaborate kimono Toma was wearing until he was down to just the light undergarment. Much to Toma’s dissatisfaction he stopped there.
“Just because I get to undress you doesn’t mean you have permission to do the same.” Toma puffed his cheeks because of course that is exactly what it meant.
Jun only poked the fluffed cheek until it deflated and completely halted his de-robing process. Knowing Jun would not angry to an exchange he already refused Toma did the only thing he could at this point. His skin aflame with the need of Jun’s condescendingly sweet touch he played sneaky.
“Maybe this would give me permission.”
That was all the warning he gave before he pressed their lips together. When Toma kissed Jun or vice versa it was conditioned reflex for the other to kiss back. Before Jun realized it himself he was completely under the mercy of his master’s sweet addictive kisses. In his defence he had tried to push his advances off (maybe a little weaker than he could normally muster) once Toma’s tongue defied the resistance of his lax lips and curled around his.
Staying angry suddenly became largely redundant.
Once Toma felt Jun’s hold on him tighten he broke the kiss, nibbling on a corner of the swollen panting lips.
“Do I have permission now?” It was a stupid question. Jun’s yukata was half dangling on the floor and Toma’s hands were massaging his bare thighs.
Jun nodded anyway because Toma wanted to see him give in. As much as Jun hated it, ego was the last thing on his mind right now.
Toma smiled sweetly and swooped down to pick up his discarded obi, “Good because you need to be punished.”
And tied Jun’s hands behind his back with it.
Two
Who I Want: Sho/Jun (OMGGG I wrote Sakumoto)
What I Want: 7 minutes in heaven game; Sho gets blindfolded and put in a closest, doesn't know who's kissing him until the end.
How I Want It: Nervous at the start, but it gets heated.
SpeciL Requests: Chibi Sakumoto! A la debut time ish.
“It’s called Seven Minutes in Heaven” Nino’s thin lips stretch over his teeth in a devil smirk.
Sho who was yet not familiar with his band mate’s devilish intentions nodded in agreement to the proposal.
Aiba laughs a happy laugh but Sho was still not trained enough to catch the evil mingled in his mirth.
Sho thought Ohno looked bored and he really was bored, playing with a hole in Nino’s night shirt to amuse himself.
Matsujun had a creepy smile on his face. What’s the deal with this kid?
“How do you play it?”
Nino laughs lightly and terror strikes Sho’s heart. The first inklings of how he might have made a mistake come over him as Nino picks out a scarf from his suitcase.
“Of course it’s not enough to tell you. You’ll never understand. You should be given a demonstration!” Nino said excitedly as he tugged on Sho’s wrist to make him stand up.
Sho follows clutching trepidation close as the scarf comes round his eyes.
“All you have to do Sho-chan is wait in the closet and when you hear the door open say: I’m all ready for you” Nino tied the knot with an extra vigour as he added in a whisper, “It’s a code for the game to begin, the game can’t start unless you say it!”
“Okay.” Sho stuttered as Nino pushed him inside the closet with a manic giggle.
Sho waited and finally the click of the door opening sounded and the slight thud of it closing.
Sho felt weird saying it but he was a by-the-book person. He agreed to play the game so it’s his responsibility to follow the rules, “I’m all ready for you.”
Maybe it was better that Sho couldn’t see the sadistic smile on his companion’s face.
“Excellent.” The low husky voice was not recognisable as belonging to any of the other four. He’d really kill Nino if he was sent to play a game with a fan girl/boy staff member or something.
But then a pair of lips very determinedly pressed against his and Sho jerked pushing the person away but before he could run out of the room screaming at Nino his companion had come into him again. Settling down on his thighs so that his legs were trapped the assailant kissed him again this time applying enough force so that Sho’s head was pressed back against the wall impending further escape.
Then the kisses became short and pecking. On the last one he pursed his lips a little in response. Happily the assailant grabbed a fistful of Sho’s hair and brought him in for a long open-mouthed kiss.
Sho already made up his mind to pummel whoever this was later then pummel Nino for tricking him into this. It probably was Nino, he’s caught Nino touching Ohno in a very suspicious way just the other day. Only Nino could be a rapist.
But his assailant wouldn’t stop to give him time for a peaceful monologue and slid his tongue into his mouth. Somehow despite being unknown the person had pulled Sho right into the kiss as Sho’s tongue flicked at the intruding appendage all on its own.
Ouch!
Their teeths clashed painfully breaking the kiss but the assailant returned a little later with a sweet kiss carefully avoiding a second class. Sho actually really liked the careful way the other kissed and he pet his back to give him his approval.
They kissed like that for the rest of the eternity that the kiss lasted (though it was probably just seven minutes) The door slammed open and Nino’s shrill voice rang through, his assailant made an annoyed grunt before retracting his face. Apparently ‘Time’s up’ didn’t mean ‘Get off Sho’s lap’
Sho really hadn’t tried to guess who it was because he was 80% sure that it WAS Nino. But god if Nino is screaming by the doorway who is sitting on his lap?
Oh no.
Please don’t let it be...
Nino plucked the blindfold off him with perverse glee
The Creepy One