It Should Have Been You! Baka!
Title: It Should Have Been You! Baka!
Chapter One: Shooting Stars are Inopportune.
Pairing: JunMa
Rating: R
Genre: Pure crack
Warning: Mpreg.
Notes: Don't read if its not your cup of tea but a pregnant Jun is amusing. Also born from a conversation with ecyojn
“Hey, Jun.”
Toma got a grunt in response.
“Do you really want kids?”
Jun raises an eyebrow before going back to his book, “I’d like to have a family, yes.”
Toma’s eyes dimmed, “Then what are you doing with me?”
“Playing around, of course.” Jun could feel Toma’s happy aura slowly dissipating around him. Jun put down his book with a sigh. He got up from the couch to stand face to face with Toma sulking in the armchair and softly pressed their lips together.
Toma didn’t push him off but didn’t respond either. Jun climbed onto his lap, cupping Toma’s face, kissing him in a way he couldn’t refuse.
Soon enough Jun’s shirt was on the floor and Toma’s hands on his hips, lips trailing down his chest. Well there goes his reading time. Jun stands up and pulls Toma up from the armchair leading him to the bedroom. He likes his kinks (Tying Toma to the bed, Blindfolding Toma, Making Toma Wear a Collar, Spanking Toma and Having Sex with Toma On All Surfaces Possible) but after a tiring day of work he would rather relax on the bed. (Well technically Toma will be on the bed and he’ll be on top of Toma)
For some reasons unknown he found himself on the bed and Toma on top of him. He gripped Toma’s hips and tried to roll them over when Toma slowly loosened his grip and placed his hand over his head.
“My turn.”
Jun scowled, “NO!”
“Please~~” Toma made huge puppy dog eyes at him.
Damn it. It didn’t help he found dogs cute and Toma even cuter. Both put together just made a killer irresistible combination. Toma correctly interpreted his hesitation and moved down his body, removing the jeans.
It wasn’t the first time for him. Most definitely not. They’ve had sex too many times already to not have switched position. But MatsuJun was a diva and that by default meant he had to create a fuss about everything though Toma was probably one of the best he’s ever gotten it from. Or maybe he’s just forgotten all the others.
Toma had managed to turn a deaf ear to all the protests and contrary to popular belief he was strong enough to hold down a thrashing Jun.
Jun’s protest suddenly turned into a loud cry once Toma’s lubed shaft penetrated him. He panted trying to adjust, “Bastard. You didn’t prep me enough!”
Toma smirked, “I asked whether you needed prep, you pushed my hand away saying no.”
“It was NO don’t fuck me. Not NO don’t prep me baka baka baka!”
Toma’s grin just grew wider, “Let’s see how long it takes to turn the ‘no’ to a ‘yes Toma more right there’” Toma moaned for emphasis and started moving. Jun moaned just like Toma had done a few minutes ago and wrapped his legs around Toma’s lithe waist and soon he was pushing his hips back.
Sooner than Jun would ever admit he begged Toma for more and the latter being the good Samaritan he is obliged most generously. Lips clashing together in a mess of teeth and tongue while hips moved in synchrony, the music of flesh hitting flesh most dirty and oddly pleasant.
“Touch me you idiot!” Toma fumbled around before finding Jun’s cock and all it took was one rough tug and Jun came splattering between them, the heat and wet pushing Toma over the edge as well. Jun moaned loudly when he felt the warmth from Toma’s orgasm spreading across his walls but still managed to kick along the side of Toma’s chest.
“You suck at topping, you forgot protection and preparation!! The three Ps!”
Toma looked sorry for a moment before suddenly realizing, “Wait what does the third P stand for?”
Jun looked at him before smiling sheepishly, “I don’t really know there’s always three letters...so I assumed there would be three for this as well.”
Toma poked Jun’s stomach before Jun finally grunted in impatience, “Ugh. Just come down here!” Jun pulled Toma by his wrists to make him lie down beside him and Jun kissed Toma’s huge nose before snuggling into his chest. He was drawing lines with his fingers along Toma’s abdomen when Toma suddenly spoke, “You know, I don’t blame you for wanting kids. They’d be nice. Too bad you can’t get pregnant.”
Jun snorted, “As IF. YOU’D get pregnant even IF I was a girl!”
“NO. If either of us would get pregnant it would be you!”
“Yeah. You’d probably trip and kill the baby the first week!”
“Whatever as long as you’re pregnant.” Jun pinched Toma’s stomach earning a yelp from the younger man.
Toma rubbed his stomach for a while glaring at Jun before his eyes softened, “Honestly, I really do wish we could have a kid.” He closed his arms around the older man who was already snoring, “And definitely you as pregnant.” He chuckled, glad Jun couldn’t hear him.
It was probably the worst timing ever for a shooting star to flash across the sky.
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A few days later the five members of Arashi of were busy preparing the choreography for their newest single. Ohno was piecing together a sequence and Jun called for a break the fourth time in the past two hours. Ohno was about to snap at him but Nino intervened before their leader could turn on a most adorably ferocious pout.
“Ne, Jun are you okay?”
“Of course I am. I just didn’t have coffee today. Maybe I should catch a smoke to calm the nerves.”
“Hmm. Maybe but Ohno will die if you leave now. Just finish this practice okay?”
Jun nodded before he headed back to the other three. Nino patted Ohno’s head lightly and Riida seemed pacified he went back to teaching the steps.
They all had it down in a few minutes and were practicing getting it together with the beat and each other. The steps required for them to moonwalk to the front and then back alternately (In their case slide weirdly across the floor) and twirl a few times before skipping and switching positions. The twirl was extremely difficult to synchronize because Jun did it too slowly and whenever he didn’t Aiba would be the one causing the problem because he wanted to make sure Jun was alright.
It was the sixth time they were going over the twirls when the world was twirling in front of Jun’s eyes even when he had moved on to skipping next with finally the edges fading until it all became black.
Chapter One: Shooting Stars are Inopportune.
Pairing: JunMa
Rating: R
Genre: Pure crack
Warning: Mpreg.
Notes: Don't read if its not your cup of tea but a pregnant Jun is amusing. Also born from a conversation with ecyojn
“Hey, Jun.”
Toma got a grunt in response.
“Do you really want kids?”
Jun raises an eyebrow before going back to his book, “I’d like to have a family, yes.”
Toma’s eyes dimmed, “Then what are you doing with me?”
“Playing around, of course.” Jun could feel Toma’s happy aura slowly dissipating around him. Jun put down his book with a sigh. He got up from the couch to stand face to face with Toma sulking in the armchair and softly pressed their lips together.
Toma didn’t push him off but didn’t respond either. Jun climbed onto his lap, cupping Toma’s face, kissing him in a way he couldn’t refuse.
Soon enough Jun’s shirt was on the floor and Toma’s hands on his hips, lips trailing down his chest. Well there goes his reading time. Jun stands up and pulls Toma up from the armchair leading him to the bedroom. He likes his kinks (Tying Toma to the bed, Blindfolding Toma, Making Toma Wear a Collar, Spanking Toma and Having Sex with Toma On All Surfaces Possible) but after a tiring day of work he would rather relax on the bed. (Well technically Toma will be on the bed and he’ll be on top of Toma)
For some reasons unknown he found himself on the bed and Toma on top of him. He gripped Toma’s hips and tried to roll them over when Toma slowly loosened his grip and placed his hand over his head.
“My turn.”
Jun scowled, “NO!”
“Please~~” Toma made huge puppy dog eyes at him.
Damn it. It didn’t help he found dogs cute and Toma even cuter. Both put together just made a killer irresistible combination. Toma correctly interpreted his hesitation and moved down his body, removing the jeans.
It wasn’t the first time for him. Most definitely not. They’ve had sex too many times already to not have switched position. But MatsuJun was a diva and that by default meant he had to create a fuss about everything though Toma was probably one of the best he’s ever gotten it from. Or maybe he’s just forgotten all the others.
Toma had managed to turn a deaf ear to all the protests and contrary to popular belief he was strong enough to hold down a thrashing Jun.
Jun’s protest suddenly turned into a loud cry once Toma’s lubed shaft penetrated him. He panted trying to adjust, “Bastard. You didn’t prep me enough!”
Toma smirked, “I asked whether you needed prep, you pushed my hand away saying no.”
“It was NO don’t fuck me. Not NO don’t prep me baka baka baka!”
Toma’s grin just grew wider, “Let’s see how long it takes to turn the ‘no’ to a ‘yes Toma more right there’” Toma moaned for emphasis and started moving. Jun moaned just like Toma had done a few minutes ago and wrapped his legs around Toma’s lithe waist and soon he was pushing his hips back.
Sooner than Jun would ever admit he begged Toma for more and the latter being the good Samaritan he is obliged most generously. Lips clashing together in a mess of teeth and tongue while hips moved in synchrony, the music of flesh hitting flesh most dirty and oddly pleasant.
“Touch me you idiot!” Toma fumbled around before finding Jun’s cock and all it took was one rough tug and Jun came splattering between them, the heat and wet pushing Toma over the edge as well. Jun moaned loudly when he felt the warmth from Toma’s orgasm spreading across his walls but still managed to kick along the side of Toma’s chest.
“You suck at topping, you forgot protection and preparation!! The three Ps!”
Toma looked sorry for a moment before suddenly realizing, “Wait what does the third P stand for?”
Jun looked at him before smiling sheepishly, “I don’t really know there’s always three letters...so I assumed there would be three for this as well.”
Toma poked Jun’s stomach before Jun finally grunted in impatience, “Ugh. Just come down here!” Jun pulled Toma by his wrists to make him lie down beside him and Jun kissed Toma’s huge nose before snuggling into his chest. He was drawing lines with his fingers along Toma’s abdomen when Toma suddenly spoke, “You know, I don’t blame you for wanting kids. They’d be nice. Too bad you can’t get pregnant.”
Jun snorted, “As IF. YOU’D get pregnant even IF I was a girl!”
“NO. If either of us would get pregnant it would be you!”
“Yeah. You’d probably trip and kill the baby the first week!”
“Whatever as long as you’re pregnant.” Jun pinched Toma’s stomach earning a yelp from the younger man.
Toma rubbed his stomach for a while glaring at Jun before his eyes softened, “Honestly, I really do wish we could have a kid.” He closed his arms around the older man who was already snoring, “And definitely you as pregnant.” He chuckled, glad Jun couldn’t hear him.
It was probably the worst timing ever for a shooting star to flash across the sky.
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A few days later the five members of Arashi of were busy preparing the choreography for their newest single. Ohno was piecing together a sequence and Jun called for a break the fourth time in the past two hours. Ohno was about to snap at him but Nino intervened before their leader could turn on a most adorably ferocious pout.
“Ne, Jun are you okay?”
“Of course I am. I just didn’t have coffee today. Maybe I should catch a smoke to calm the nerves.”
“Hmm. Maybe but Ohno will die if you leave now. Just finish this practice okay?”
Jun nodded before he headed back to the other three. Nino patted Ohno’s head lightly and Riida seemed pacified he went back to teaching the steps.
They all had it down in a few minutes and were practicing getting it together with the beat and each other. The steps required for them to moonwalk to the front and then back alternately (In their case slide weirdly across the floor) and twirl a few times before skipping and switching positions. The twirl was extremely difficult to synchronize because Jun did it too slowly and whenever he didn’t Aiba would be the one causing the problem because he wanted to make sure Jun was alright.
It was the sixth time they were going over the twirls when the world was twirling in front of Jun’s eyes even when he had moved on to skipping next with finally the edges fading until it all became black.