so i finished watching last money today
And this is something that probably was happening anytime Nakamaru wasn't doing his insurance-man thing on screen. I have to say, ryogrande, total enabler. Seriously. Just, filthy filthy smut, you know, mostly the usual. Except with more vagina.
Meeting With the Boss
Ichinose Yukari/Ono Keigo, Last Money (otherwise known as Tabata Tomoko/Nakamaru Yuichi)
NC-17-- cunnilingus, a lot of it, light bondage. All you really need to know is that Yukari works for another insurance company, and she totally wears the pants.
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will. Also I don't get paid for this.
Keigo was surprised at how forward Ichinose Yukari was, in everything she did. From the very first time they’d met and her request for his phone number, to all the times after that where they’d met up at a cafe to talk mostly business before she’d leave him to foot the bill. He always pretended to be abashed and annoyed, but really, if he were to be honest with himself, well, he loved it.
Which was how he’d found himself in his latest predicament. Yukari had really meant it when she mentioned any possible regrets as they related to his position.
*
Keigo had gotten a straightforward as usual text from Yukari. Meet me at our usual hotel, 6PM. A twitch of his lips were all that he allowed himself as he sent his reply. He didn’t want his coworkers to have another reason to tease him.
*
Needless to say, Keigo is as punctual as he can be, but he still ends up being a bit late. By the time he arrives, he can see the usual impatience that Yukari functions on is magnified. She spots him, jerks her head at him imperiously, and turns to enter the lobby. He rushes to catch up to her, falling into step behind her as she takes the room key and strides down the hallway.
Keigo knows to be quiet, especially since he’s disappointed her. He wonders what will be in store this time, and strategically arranges his briefcase so as not to look like some kind of pervert. It’s bad enough as it is.
The endless walk, surprisingly difficult while trying to hide an erection, is finally over as Yukari unlocks a door at the end of the hallway. She pushes it open, waiting for him to go in before her. Keigo takes a deep breath and enters the still dark room, and gasps in surprise as Yukari’s hand whips around his chest, grabbing his tie to yank him around as she slams the door shut and flips the light switch. Yukari pulls his tie harder, hopelessly wrinkling it as she pulls him down for a bruising kiss.
The kiss doesn’t last nearly long enough; Yukari guides him to the center of the room and begins to unbutton his jacket and shirt, slapping him on the chest when he tries to break away long enough to straighten them before they get too wrinkled. Reprimanded, Keigo stops trying to fight how violently he’s being relieved of clothing. Except for his tie, of course. He’s okay with having to iron them all the time though, he’s not sure he could stand the embarrassment of being led around by a dog collar and leash. His cheeks burn as he imagines it, getting impossibly harder as Yukari unbuckles his belt and pulls it from his pants before shoving them and his underwear carelessly down his legs. She tugs his tie again, and he steps from the pool of his pants, trying to wriggle his socks off without bending over.
Fully exposed to the cool air of the hotel room, Keigo finally notices something. The room they’re in has the usual bed and chair and desk, the usual hotel room furniture. But, there are other things. Like the huge black x-shaped cross with dangling chains on the far wall. And he thinks there might be a cage under the bed. His blood begins to run a bit cold, and he gulps as he looks at Yukari, who looks exactly like the cat who got the cream.
“Ono-kun, you may undress me now. Come on, I promise I won’t bite.” Keigo still thinks Yukari’s smirk says otherwise, but he steps toward her, tentatively reaching out to unbutton her jacket and gently pulling it down her arms. He steps away to place it neatly over the back of the chair and returns to her side to pull her thin camisole over her head and leaning down to mouth at her collarbones before hooking the straps on his arm so he can use both hands to unclasp her lacy confection of a bra and bury his face in her chest, nuzzling at her breasts before suckling each nipple, pulling away to put the clothes aside again. Yukari’s breath hitches just a tiny bit; the next second she’s guiding Keigo by the tie towards the other chair, placing his hands on the zipper at the back of her skirt in a clear order to keep going. He fumbles a bit, tiny pull tab giving him trouble for a moment before he grasps it firmly and pulls it open, sliding the skirt and himself down Yukari’s hips, cheeks flushing when he sees that she’s foregone panties but has gone with an equally lacy garter belt for her nylons. She steps gracefully out of the skirt, clad only in her stockings and heels, and takes a seat on the edge of the chair. “Ono-kun, you’re a clever boy, so you know what I expect of you now.”
Keigo nods as he trails his hands down Yukari’s thighs, gently pulling them apart. He places one of her legs over his shoulder and holds the other up as he presses kisses to the inside of her knees as he slowly works his way up her thigh as he holds her open. He goes agonizingly slowly, the only way he can tease Yukari in retaliation, even as she pulls the end of his tie in an effort to get him to speed up. He spends a few minutes licking and nipping at the tender skin at the junction of Yukari’s legs, finally licking his way into her, savoring the tang of her arousal and flicking his tongue over her swollen clit.
Keigo sneaks his fingers from her knee to finally slip into her wet heat, licking harder as he begins to work his fingers slowly in and out. The hand not gripping his tie slides into his hair, yanking hard as Yukari attempts to push Keigo’s face further into her groin, a breathy moan slipping from her lips as his own gently close over her clit before he pulls his fingers away and replaces them with his tongue, pushing it in and out as quickly as he can. His tricky fingers slide to her clit, working it over in conjunction with his tongue. He’s as surprised as Yukari is when she comes, the clenching of her thighs and inner walls feeling so strange. Yukari relaxes and the hand in his hair pets him lightly before pushing him away. He obeys, leaning back on his knees and doing his best to not fidget; he’s been achingly hard since before they properly started and wants nothing more than to come as soon as he possibly can. Really though, he’s probably in for a bit of a wait, if he knows Yukari at all; he thinks he’s getting closer to her. He’s lost count of their after-work (and during work, and sometimes before) trysts, so that should count for something.
Yukari is looking at Keigo with the same man-eating smirk as she disentangles herself from around his shoulder and stands, yanking on his tie once again, this time leading him to the bed. Yukari unceremoniously pushes him forward, pausing to grab a condom from her discarded handbag. She rolls it onto him quickly and efficiently, but then grabs something from under the pillows. That something is cuffed around his wrist, his brain only catching up as his other wrist is firmly restrained and struggling just a second too late.
Keigo can’t even get a protest out, because this time Yukari is sitting on his face, his panicked noise vibrating against her dripping pussy. She pulls away for a second, allowing Keigo to catch a few breaths before she leans back down, his tongue finally on board and lapping at the fluids that are mostly decorating his face by now. Yukari continues to lean away between swipes of his tongue to allow him to catch his breath, finally getting off of his face. He’s sorely disappointed as she only hovers teasingly on her hands and knees over him, not even coming close to touching his aching cock. Keigo moans deeply in frustration as he attempts to buck his hips for any contact.
“Ono-kun, you have to tell me what you want. Am I supposed to read your mind?” Yukari looks positively evil as she teases, Keigo banging his head ineffectively against the pillows and groaning again. She lets him stew for a few minutes, finally acquiescing as Keigo finally murmurs a weak please. “Please what, Ono-kun?”
Keigo tries to hold out, but finally relents, words spilling out. “Yukari-sama, please, please I need to come and I really need to and please, please allow me to finish, please.”
Finally, finally, she sinks back onto his neglected erection, stilling as she’s seated fully. Keigo tries to buck his hips in a not so subtle hint, but Yukari willfully ignores it, waiting until he stops, a bit of a frown on his face as she raises herself up ever so slowly and sinking down just as agonizingly slowly. She continues the brutally slow pace as Keigo’s pleas increase in volume and vehemence, leisurely fucking him. Just as she’s sure he’s on the verge of tears, she begins to move faster as she trails a hand behind herself, lightly brushing his balls and pressing gently behind them, pressing gently against his perineum, his eyes widening in surprise as he comes, mouth gasping open as his body goes rigid against his restraints. Yukari rides his orgasm out, rising as he slips out of her. Seemingly boneless, she flops to the side, sated. She leaves Keigo tied for her last declaration. “Next time, I’m fucking you with a strap-on.”
Keigo gulps, kind of wishing he could hide in the bathroom. Secretly he can’t wait until next time.
Meeting With the Boss
Ichinose Yukari/Ono Keigo, Last Money (otherwise known as Tabata Tomoko/Nakamaru Yuichi)
NC-17-- cunnilingus, a lot of it, light bondage. All you really need to know is that Yukari works for another insurance company, and she totally wears the pants.
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will. Also I don't get paid for this.
Keigo was surprised at how forward Ichinose Yukari was, in everything she did. From the very first time they’d met and her request for his phone number, to all the times after that where they’d met up at a cafe to talk mostly business before she’d leave him to foot the bill. He always pretended to be abashed and annoyed, but really, if he were to be honest with himself, well, he loved it.
Which was how he’d found himself in his latest predicament. Yukari had really meant it when she mentioned any possible regrets as they related to his position.
*
Keigo had gotten a straightforward as usual text from Yukari. Meet me at our usual hotel, 6PM. A twitch of his lips were all that he allowed himself as he sent his reply. He didn’t want his coworkers to have another reason to tease him.
*
Needless to say, Keigo is as punctual as he can be, but he still ends up being a bit late. By the time he arrives, he can see the usual impatience that Yukari functions on is magnified. She spots him, jerks her head at him imperiously, and turns to enter the lobby. He rushes to catch up to her, falling into step behind her as she takes the room key and strides down the hallway.
Keigo knows to be quiet, especially since he’s disappointed her. He wonders what will be in store this time, and strategically arranges his briefcase so as not to look like some kind of pervert. It’s bad enough as it is.
The endless walk, surprisingly difficult while trying to hide an erection, is finally over as Yukari unlocks a door at the end of the hallway. She pushes it open, waiting for him to go in before her. Keigo takes a deep breath and enters the still dark room, and gasps in surprise as Yukari’s hand whips around his chest, grabbing his tie to yank him around as she slams the door shut and flips the light switch. Yukari pulls his tie harder, hopelessly wrinkling it as she pulls him down for a bruising kiss.
The kiss doesn’t last nearly long enough; Yukari guides him to the center of the room and begins to unbutton his jacket and shirt, slapping him on the chest when he tries to break away long enough to straighten them before they get too wrinkled. Reprimanded, Keigo stops trying to fight how violently he’s being relieved of clothing. Except for his tie, of course. He’s okay with having to iron them all the time though, he’s not sure he could stand the embarrassment of being led around by a dog collar and leash. His cheeks burn as he imagines it, getting impossibly harder as Yukari unbuckles his belt and pulls it from his pants before shoving them and his underwear carelessly down his legs. She tugs his tie again, and he steps from the pool of his pants, trying to wriggle his socks off without bending over.
Fully exposed to the cool air of the hotel room, Keigo finally notices something. The room they’re in has the usual bed and chair and desk, the usual hotel room furniture. But, there are other things. Like the huge black x-shaped cross with dangling chains on the far wall. And he thinks there might be a cage under the bed. His blood begins to run a bit cold, and he gulps as he looks at Yukari, who looks exactly like the cat who got the cream.
“Ono-kun, you may undress me now. Come on, I promise I won’t bite.” Keigo still thinks Yukari’s smirk says otherwise, but he steps toward her, tentatively reaching out to unbutton her jacket and gently pulling it down her arms. He steps away to place it neatly over the back of the chair and returns to her side to pull her thin camisole over her head and leaning down to mouth at her collarbones before hooking the straps on his arm so he can use both hands to unclasp her lacy confection of a bra and bury his face in her chest, nuzzling at her breasts before suckling each nipple, pulling away to put the clothes aside again. Yukari’s breath hitches just a tiny bit; the next second she’s guiding Keigo by the tie towards the other chair, placing his hands on the zipper at the back of her skirt in a clear order to keep going. He fumbles a bit, tiny pull tab giving him trouble for a moment before he grasps it firmly and pulls it open, sliding the skirt and himself down Yukari’s hips, cheeks flushing when he sees that she’s foregone panties but has gone with an equally lacy garter belt for her nylons. She steps gracefully out of the skirt, clad only in her stockings and heels, and takes a seat on the edge of the chair. “Ono-kun, you’re a clever boy, so you know what I expect of you now.”
Keigo nods as he trails his hands down Yukari’s thighs, gently pulling them apart. He places one of her legs over his shoulder and holds the other up as he presses kisses to the inside of her knees as he slowly works his way up her thigh as he holds her open. He goes agonizingly slowly, the only way he can tease Yukari in retaliation, even as she pulls the end of his tie in an effort to get him to speed up. He spends a few minutes licking and nipping at the tender skin at the junction of Yukari’s legs, finally licking his way into her, savoring the tang of her arousal and flicking his tongue over her swollen clit.
Keigo sneaks his fingers from her knee to finally slip into her wet heat, licking harder as he begins to work his fingers slowly in and out. The hand not gripping his tie slides into his hair, yanking hard as Yukari attempts to push Keigo’s face further into her groin, a breathy moan slipping from her lips as his own gently close over her clit before he pulls his fingers away and replaces them with his tongue, pushing it in and out as quickly as he can. His tricky fingers slide to her clit, working it over in conjunction with his tongue. He’s as surprised as Yukari is when she comes, the clenching of her thighs and inner walls feeling so strange. Yukari relaxes and the hand in his hair pets him lightly before pushing him away. He obeys, leaning back on his knees and doing his best to not fidget; he’s been achingly hard since before they properly started and wants nothing more than to come as soon as he possibly can. Really though, he’s probably in for a bit of a wait, if he knows Yukari at all; he thinks he’s getting closer to her. He’s lost count of their after-work (and during work, and sometimes before) trysts, so that should count for something.
Yukari is looking at Keigo with the same man-eating smirk as she disentangles herself from around his shoulder and stands, yanking on his tie once again, this time leading him to the bed. Yukari unceremoniously pushes him forward, pausing to grab a condom from her discarded handbag. She rolls it onto him quickly and efficiently, but then grabs something from under the pillows. That something is cuffed around his wrist, his brain only catching up as his other wrist is firmly restrained and struggling just a second too late.
Keigo can’t even get a protest out, because this time Yukari is sitting on his face, his panicked noise vibrating against her dripping pussy. She pulls away for a second, allowing Keigo to catch a few breaths before she leans back down, his tongue finally on board and lapping at the fluids that are mostly decorating his face by now. Yukari continues to lean away between swipes of his tongue to allow him to catch his breath, finally getting off of his face. He’s sorely disappointed as she only hovers teasingly on her hands and knees over him, not even coming close to touching his aching cock. Keigo moans deeply in frustration as he attempts to buck his hips for any contact.
“Ono-kun, you have to tell me what you want. Am I supposed to read your mind?” Yukari looks positively evil as she teases, Keigo banging his head ineffectively against the pillows and groaning again. She lets him stew for a few minutes, finally acquiescing as Keigo finally murmurs a weak please. “Please what, Ono-kun?”
Keigo tries to hold out, but finally relents, words spilling out. “Yukari-sama, please, please I need to come and I really need to and please, please allow me to finish, please.”
Finally, finally, she sinks back onto his neglected erection, stilling as she’s seated fully. Keigo tries to buck his hips in a not so subtle hint, but Yukari willfully ignores it, waiting until he stops, a bit of a frown on his face as she raises herself up ever so slowly and sinking down just as agonizingly slowly. She continues the brutally slow pace as Keigo’s pleas increase in volume and vehemence, leisurely fucking him. Just as she’s sure he’s on the verge of tears, she begins to move faster as she trails a hand behind herself, lightly brushing his balls and pressing gently behind them, pressing gently against his perineum, his eyes widening in surprise as he comes, mouth gasping open as his body goes rigid against his restraints. Yukari rides his orgasm out, rising as he slips out of her. Seemingly boneless, she flops to the side, sated. She leaves Keigo tied for her last declaration. “Next time, I’m fucking you with a strap-on.”
Keigo gulps, kind of wishing he could hide in the bathroom. Secretly he can’t wait until next time.