fic for lysanderpuck
For: lysanderpuck
From: bubbly
Title: Paper Cuts
Pairing/Focus: Nino/Sho
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Genderswitch (always a girl!Nino), F/M sexytimes, Riisa as Nino's sister
Summary: If Riisa had a knack for anything, it was being annoying. She was 2 minutes younger and a billion times more irritating than Kazuko could ever dream of being. Oh sure, Kazuko loved her sister, more than anything, really. But being twins wasn't all sunshine and roses. So why she was on her sister's blind date with some accountant from freaking Yokohama was beyond her.
Notes: I hope you enjoy this, lysanderpuck! :D I'm a huge Sakumiya fan myself, so it was a delight to write for you. :)
If Riisa had a knack for anything, it was being annoying. She was 2 minutes younger and a billion times more irritating than Kazuko could ever dream of being. Oh sure, Kazuko loved her sister, more than anything, really. But being twins wasn't all sunshine and roses. From the matching outfits to the "which one are you again?" to the "wow you guys are twins!" exclamations, Kazuko wanted to scream sometimes.
So why she was on her sister's blind date with some accountant from freaking Yokohama was beyond her.
Kazuko stood in the lobby of the restaurant, trying not to pick at her nails, but old habits die hard and her cuticles looked just dreadful. Riisa had been promising to give her a mani sometime soon, but oh ho, how she owed Kazuko soooo much more than a mani for this. If the e-mail she'd exchanged with Sakurai Sho, Junior Accountant, was any indication, Kazuko was in for a long, boring night talking about fucking fossils or something. Rolling her eyes to the ceiling, Kazuko sent up a silent prayer to her ancestors, Buddha, God, Allah, whoever happened to be listening. Dear god, they'd better not talk about accounting. Kazuko would, in fact, walk away from the table if he started in on her investment opportunities.
She was just considering leaving the restaurant and taking her sweet ass home when a ridiculously handsome young man walked up confidently and bowed.
"Ninomiya-san?" he asked, straightening and holding out a hand.
Kazuko just stared at him for a moment, not sure what to do with this. He was…well, he was fucking hot. A couple inches taller, with kind eyes, a mouth to kill for and holy shit, he was wearing cufflinks like a proper grown-up. Were those diamonds? Kazuko shook herself once and tried to smile, placing her small hand in his larger one.
"Kazuko," she replied, fighting to control the blush that sparked across her cheeks as he pressed his lips to her knuckles. "And you're Sakurai-san, yes?"
"You can call me Sho," he said, smiling down at her and releasing her hand. "Wait, I'm sorry, I thought I was meeting someone named, oh what was it?" Sho patted his pockets, a slight frown marring his seriously ridiculously adorable face. Kazuko cursed herself for going down that path. Bad. Bad Kazuko. No. Do not want the boring accountant, no matter how cute he was and how oh dear god, how strong those arms looked under that jacket. He could just push her right up against a wall, hike up her skirt and-
"Ah yes," Sho said, pulling out a slip of paper and breaking Kazuko from her admittedly dirty reverie. "Riisa, was it?"
Kazuko coughed and wiped her palms on her pale yellow sundress. It was a bit early in the season for a dress that casual, but damn if it wasn't comfy. And it meant she didn't have to wear pants, which was always a plus. Though as she looked the accountant slowly up and down, Kazuko thanked her lucky stars she shaved that morning.
"Yeah," she drawled, tearing her eyes from his thick, sturdy fingers and looking down at her own stubby ones. "She couldn't make it, so I volunteered to take her place. I hope that's alright." Kazuko chanced a look up at Sho's face and was relieved to see him smiling.
"More than alright," he replied. "I'd say I got the better end of the bargain." Kazuko felt her cheeks warm slightly as Sho held out one arm and quirked an eyebrow. "Shall we?"
---
Dinner was magnificent. And magnificent was not exactly a word Kazuko was one to use on the regular.
Sho was surprisingly entertaining - witty and intelligent, with a wicked sense of humor. Kazuko found herself genuinely enjoying his company as the night progressed. It wasn't long before they found themselves alone in the restaurant, wait staff cleaning up around them and stacking chairs on empty tables.
Downing the last of her beer in a decidedly un-ladylike fashion that her mother would be horrified by, Kazuko savored the way the bubbles danced down her throat. She sighed contentedly and leaned back against the cushioned chair.
"And then we just, you know, tossed him right out the window," Sho finished with a chuckle.
Kazuko laughed, loud and untempered. "I'm sorry, did you just tell me the story of how you tossed your college roommate out a window?" she asked, trying to appear scandalized, but kind of loving the ridiculousness of the moment.
"Well, he was kind of a jerk," Sho shrugged. "Besides, we only lived on the second floor, and my friends were at the ground level with a mattress. He was fine."
Silence reigned between them for a moment, Kazuko enjoying the natural high of being in good company. She glanced up and caught Sho staring at her, the corner of his mouth quirked up slightly. Heat rose in her cheeks as she looked away, the force of his stare almost overwhelming. She'd never been much of a shy girl, but something about this man made her ladybits tremble.
"Let's get out of here," Sho said, standing and offering her his hand.
"Where'd you have in mind?"
He smiled, a glint in his eyes. "My place isn't too far."
Kazuko's stomach turned pleasantly. She grinned back. "Sounds like a plan."
---
Two blocks and one elevator ride later, Sho pushed Kazuko against the back of his door, his lips hot against her neck. She moaned loudly, not giving one single fuck at whoever heard it.
"Why, Mr. Sakurai, you're so forward," she laughed breathily, gasping as he nipped at her pulse point.
Sho slid his hands up her sides, catching her skirt on the way and tugging it up just enough for the cool air of his apartment to brush against her thighs. "You love it," he growled in her ear.
"I do like a man who knows what he wants," Kazuko replied, running her fingers through his hair and yanking him up for a bruising kiss.
They'd walked back from the restaurant amicably, hands brushing every so often before he finally took charge and threaded their fingers together. She'd tried so hard not to blush (she wasn't a teenager, what the hell??), but it was nice. He was cute and funny and oh good god he smelled like heaven. Kazuko was sure he'd have her panties off before the night was out, but as he leaned against her in the elevator, lips brushing her temple as he outlined all the dirty, dirty things he wanted to do to her, she damn near shed them right then and there.
A quiet moan rumbled through Sho's chest as Kazuko got to work on his shirt, small fingers flying over the buttons. Tugging it free from his pants, she pushed the material off his shoulders and stopped, panting in a mixture of lust and exhilaration.
Sho glanced down, then back up, his hands still firmly on her hips, shirt caught around his strong biceps.
"What is it?" he asked, a twinge of self-consciousness seeping through.
"Phwoargh," Kazuko muttered. "You're just…. Good lord you're hot."
The blush that spread from Sho's cheeks down to his navel was surprising, adorable, and undeniably sexy as hell. Kazuko moved her hands to his shoulders and, in one swift movement, swapped their places, slamming him against the door and straddling his thigh. Sho squeaked in surprise, but quickly regained his footing.
Sliding his hands down, he bunched the skirt of her dress at her waist before grabbing a handful of ass. Kazuko lurched forward a few inches, grinding herself on his leg and moaned, open-mouthed and hungry, her head falling back. Sho took the opportunity for what it was and returned his lips to the sensitive skin of her neck, nibbling and sucking bruises here and there. She'd have to hide them tomorrow with cover-up, but it would be well worth it, Kazuko decided.
She ran her hands down his chest, pausing to tweak his nipples just to hear him squeak again, and began working on his belt buckle. Sho responded in kind, shoving her panties down as far as he could without actually getting down on his knees to remove them. Kazuko wiggled and let her panties drop, kicking them away and sliding Sho's belt out of his loops with one motion.
"You're gorgeous," he murmured, sliding those long, thick fingers across the smooth skin of her ass.
Kazuko blushed, then gasped. Sho slipped one hand around to the front, tweaking her clit with his thumb and forefinger. Licking a stripe across her modest cleavage, he moaned quietly.
"Fucking beautiful," Sho continued, his mouth never stopping against her skin.
He lifted his head to kiss her chin where she knew her mole resided and Kazuko felt herself fall a little more for him. Or maybe that was just one of his fingers pushing deep inside her. She rocked against him, whimpering quietly, her own hands still against his waist as he worked her into a frenzy. Sho's thumb continued to rub against her sensitive nub, two fingers inside her now, pumping in and out slowly, pressing hard against the walls inside. All Kazuko could think was 'if he's this good at fingering, he'd better be an amazing fuck.'
Sho returned his attentions to her breasts, kissing and sucking as much of them as he could reach with her dress still on and one hand occupied. His free hand came up to her chest, finding her nipple through the soft cotton and rubbing it with purpose. She moaned again, louder this time, and dropped her head forward. Her legs shook as she gripped his arms tightly.
"Harder," she rasped, throat dry and raw with lust.
He complied handily, practically lifting her off the ground as he pumped his hand into her. Kazuko had little warning before he suddenly dropped to the ground and lifted her skirt, replacing his thumb with his agile tounge and licking her clit fiercely. She cried out, something that sounded like a swear, and gripped his hair in her small fingers.
"Yesyesyesyesyes," she muttered, rocking against his tongue as he continued to pump three fingers inside her.
Kazuko's orgasm surprised her, coming hard against Sho's face and hand, rocking her to her core. She shook hard, her whole body tingling with sensation. Sho didn't let up, lapping at her until she tugged his head back and looked down at his eyes, his chin shiny with her release.
"Oh fuck," she said, dropping to her knees to kiss him deeply. Kazuko could still taste herself on Sho's lips and the combination was heady, igniting her passion yet again.
Shoving him onto his back on the floor, Kazuko straddled Sho's legs, leaning down to lap at his nipples teasingly.
"Protection?" she murmured against his skin, taking in his gasps and shudders with glee.
"In my pocket," he growled back, eyes glazed over in lust and desire.
Kazuko sat up, tugging the zipper of her dress down the side before pulling it off and tossing it across the room somewhere. She shivered slightly against the chill in the room and her own sense of self, but as Sho ran his hands up her legs, Kazuko's inhibitions disappeared quickly. He wouldn't be looking up at her like that if he didn't want to be with her in one way or another.
Sho retrieved the condom from his pocket and, lifting Kazuko up slightly, wiggled his pants and boxers off. Kazuko settled back against his thighs and ran the tips of her fingers across his swollen cock. It reminded her of his fingers, thick and long, sturdy. Sho slipped the condom on quickly, then tugged her down for a deep, lingering kiss.
"We don't have to do this if you don't want to," he whispered, one hand caressing her face lightly.
She laughed quietly. "Past the point of no return, Sakurai-san," she whispered back, lining herself up and sinking down onto his cock.
Good lord, it was good. Kazuko settled herself against his hips and paused, her whole body shuddering slightly, as she reveled in the feeling of him inside her. It had been way too long since she'd last been with someone, anyone (had it really been two years since Matsumoto?), and she didn't really remember it feeling this good. Though her judgement may have been clouded by the orgasm she'd had not 2 minutes before.
She rode him hard, her hands against his chest as Sho placed his on her waist, lifting her up and back down again and again. Kazuko's body shook with the force of her second release and she slowed slightly, panting at Sho before smiling wickedly and picking up pace. Sho groaned, loud enough to wake the dead, and pounded into her, Kazuko's cries getting progressively wilder. It wasn't long before he slammed her hips against his once more and stilled, his biceps twitching as he released into her.
Relaxing, Sho dragged Kazuko down, tucking her into his side and kissing her slowly.
"So," he started, panting against her warm, sticky skin. "This is the genkan. Wanna see the rest of my place?"
Kazuko laughed, kissing him soundly and propping herself up on one elbow.
"At least until round two," she replied.
---
Riisa -
I owe you one. ;)
-K
From: bubbly
Title: Paper Cuts
Pairing/Focus: Nino/Sho
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Genderswitch (always a girl!Nino), F/M sexytimes, Riisa as Nino's sister
Summary: If Riisa had a knack for anything, it was being annoying. She was 2 minutes younger and a billion times more irritating than Kazuko could ever dream of being. Oh sure, Kazuko loved her sister, more than anything, really. But being twins wasn't all sunshine and roses. So why she was on her sister's blind date with some accountant from freaking Yokohama was beyond her.
Notes: I hope you enjoy this, lysanderpuck! :D I'm a huge Sakumiya fan myself, so it was a delight to write for you. :)
If Riisa had a knack for anything, it was being annoying. She was 2 minutes younger and a billion times more irritating than Kazuko could ever dream of being. Oh sure, Kazuko loved her sister, more than anything, really. But being twins wasn't all sunshine and roses. From the matching outfits to the "which one are you again?" to the "wow you guys are twins!" exclamations, Kazuko wanted to scream sometimes.
So why she was on her sister's blind date with some accountant from freaking Yokohama was beyond her.
Kazuko stood in the lobby of the restaurant, trying not to pick at her nails, but old habits die hard and her cuticles looked just dreadful. Riisa had been promising to give her a mani sometime soon, but oh ho, how she owed Kazuko soooo much more than a mani for this. If the e-mail she'd exchanged with Sakurai Sho, Junior Accountant, was any indication, Kazuko was in for a long, boring night talking about fucking fossils or something. Rolling her eyes to the ceiling, Kazuko sent up a silent prayer to her ancestors, Buddha, God, Allah, whoever happened to be listening. Dear god, they'd better not talk about accounting. Kazuko would, in fact, walk away from the table if he started in on her investment opportunities.
She was just considering leaving the restaurant and taking her sweet ass home when a ridiculously handsome young man walked up confidently and bowed.
"Ninomiya-san?" he asked, straightening and holding out a hand.
Kazuko just stared at him for a moment, not sure what to do with this. He was…well, he was fucking hot. A couple inches taller, with kind eyes, a mouth to kill for and holy shit, he was wearing cufflinks like a proper grown-up. Were those diamonds? Kazuko shook herself once and tried to smile, placing her small hand in his larger one.
"Kazuko," she replied, fighting to control the blush that sparked across her cheeks as he pressed his lips to her knuckles. "And you're Sakurai-san, yes?"
"You can call me Sho," he said, smiling down at her and releasing her hand. "Wait, I'm sorry, I thought I was meeting someone named, oh what was it?" Sho patted his pockets, a slight frown marring his seriously ridiculously adorable face. Kazuko cursed herself for going down that path. Bad. Bad Kazuko. No. Do not want the boring accountant, no matter how cute he was and how oh dear god, how strong those arms looked under that jacket. He could just push her right up against a wall, hike up her skirt and-
"Ah yes," Sho said, pulling out a slip of paper and breaking Kazuko from her admittedly dirty reverie. "Riisa, was it?"
Kazuko coughed and wiped her palms on her pale yellow sundress. It was a bit early in the season for a dress that casual, but damn if it wasn't comfy. And it meant she didn't have to wear pants, which was always a plus. Though as she looked the accountant slowly up and down, Kazuko thanked her lucky stars she shaved that morning.
"Yeah," she drawled, tearing her eyes from his thick, sturdy fingers and looking down at her own stubby ones. "She couldn't make it, so I volunteered to take her place. I hope that's alright." Kazuko chanced a look up at Sho's face and was relieved to see him smiling.
"More than alright," he replied. "I'd say I got the better end of the bargain." Kazuko felt her cheeks warm slightly as Sho held out one arm and quirked an eyebrow. "Shall we?"
---
Dinner was magnificent. And magnificent was not exactly a word Kazuko was one to use on the regular.
Sho was surprisingly entertaining - witty and intelligent, with a wicked sense of humor. Kazuko found herself genuinely enjoying his company as the night progressed. It wasn't long before they found themselves alone in the restaurant, wait staff cleaning up around them and stacking chairs on empty tables.
Downing the last of her beer in a decidedly un-ladylike fashion that her mother would be horrified by, Kazuko savored the way the bubbles danced down her throat. She sighed contentedly and leaned back against the cushioned chair.
"And then we just, you know, tossed him right out the window," Sho finished with a chuckle.
Kazuko laughed, loud and untempered. "I'm sorry, did you just tell me the story of how you tossed your college roommate out a window?" she asked, trying to appear scandalized, but kind of loving the ridiculousness of the moment.
"Well, he was kind of a jerk," Sho shrugged. "Besides, we only lived on the second floor, and my friends were at the ground level with a mattress. He was fine."
Silence reigned between them for a moment, Kazuko enjoying the natural high of being in good company. She glanced up and caught Sho staring at her, the corner of his mouth quirked up slightly. Heat rose in her cheeks as she looked away, the force of his stare almost overwhelming. She'd never been much of a shy girl, but something about this man made her ladybits tremble.
"Let's get out of here," Sho said, standing and offering her his hand.
"Where'd you have in mind?"
He smiled, a glint in his eyes. "My place isn't too far."
Kazuko's stomach turned pleasantly. She grinned back. "Sounds like a plan."
---
Two blocks and one elevator ride later, Sho pushed Kazuko against the back of his door, his lips hot against her neck. She moaned loudly, not giving one single fuck at whoever heard it.
"Why, Mr. Sakurai, you're so forward," she laughed breathily, gasping as he nipped at her pulse point.
Sho slid his hands up her sides, catching her skirt on the way and tugging it up just enough for the cool air of his apartment to brush against her thighs. "You love it," he growled in her ear.
"I do like a man who knows what he wants," Kazuko replied, running her fingers through his hair and yanking him up for a bruising kiss.
They'd walked back from the restaurant amicably, hands brushing every so often before he finally took charge and threaded their fingers together. She'd tried so hard not to blush (she wasn't a teenager, what the hell??), but it was nice. He was cute and funny and oh good god he smelled like heaven. Kazuko was sure he'd have her panties off before the night was out, but as he leaned against her in the elevator, lips brushing her temple as he outlined all the dirty, dirty things he wanted to do to her, she damn near shed them right then and there.
A quiet moan rumbled through Sho's chest as Kazuko got to work on his shirt, small fingers flying over the buttons. Tugging it free from his pants, she pushed the material off his shoulders and stopped, panting in a mixture of lust and exhilaration.
Sho glanced down, then back up, his hands still firmly on her hips, shirt caught around his strong biceps.
"What is it?" he asked, a twinge of self-consciousness seeping through.
"Phwoargh," Kazuko muttered. "You're just…. Good lord you're hot."
The blush that spread from Sho's cheeks down to his navel was surprising, adorable, and undeniably sexy as hell. Kazuko moved her hands to his shoulders and, in one swift movement, swapped their places, slamming him against the door and straddling his thigh. Sho squeaked in surprise, but quickly regained his footing.
Sliding his hands down, he bunched the skirt of her dress at her waist before grabbing a handful of ass. Kazuko lurched forward a few inches, grinding herself on his leg and moaned, open-mouthed and hungry, her head falling back. Sho took the opportunity for what it was and returned his lips to the sensitive skin of her neck, nibbling and sucking bruises here and there. She'd have to hide them tomorrow with cover-up, but it would be well worth it, Kazuko decided.
She ran her hands down his chest, pausing to tweak his nipples just to hear him squeak again, and began working on his belt buckle. Sho responded in kind, shoving her panties down as far as he could without actually getting down on his knees to remove them. Kazuko wiggled and let her panties drop, kicking them away and sliding Sho's belt out of his loops with one motion.
"You're gorgeous," he murmured, sliding those long, thick fingers across the smooth skin of her ass.
Kazuko blushed, then gasped. Sho slipped one hand around to the front, tweaking her clit with his thumb and forefinger. Licking a stripe across her modest cleavage, he moaned quietly.
"Fucking beautiful," Sho continued, his mouth never stopping against her skin.
He lifted his head to kiss her chin where she knew her mole resided and Kazuko felt herself fall a little more for him. Or maybe that was just one of his fingers pushing deep inside her. She rocked against him, whimpering quietly, her own hands still against his waist as he worked her into a frenzy. Sho's thumb continued to rub against her sensitive nub, two fingers inside her now, pumping in and out slowly, pressing hard against the walls inside. All Kazuko could think was 'if he's this good at fingering, he'd better be an amazing fuck.'
Sho returned his attentions to her breasts, kissing and sucking as much of them as he could reach with her dress still on and one hand occupied. His free hand came up to her chest, finding her nipple through the soft cotton and rubbing it with purpose. She moaned again, louder this time, and dropped her head forward. Her legs shook as she gripped his arms tightly.
"Harder," she rasped, throat dry and raw with lust.
He complied handily, practically lifting her off the ground as he pumped his hand into her. Kazuko had little warning before he suddenly dropped to the ground and lifted her skirt, replacing his thumb with his agile tounge and licking her clit fiercely. She cried out, something that sounded like a swear, and gripped his hair in her small fingers.
"Yesyesyesyesyes," she muttered, rocking against his tongue as he continued to pump three fingers inside her.
Kazuko's orgasm surprised her, coming hard against Sho's face and hand, rocking her to her core. She shook hard, her whole body tingling with sensation. Sho didn't let up, lapping at her until she tugged his head back and looked down at his eyes, his chin shiny with her release.
"Oh fuck," she said, dropping to her knees to kiss him deeply. Kazuko could still taste herself on Sho's lips and the combination was heady, igniting her passion yet again.
Shoving him onto his back on the floor, Kazuko straddled Sho's legs, leaning down to lap at his nipples teasingly.
"Protection?" she murmured against his skin, taking in his gasps and shudders with glee.
"In my pocket," he growled back, eyes glazed over in lust and desire.
Kazuko sat up, tugging the zipper of her dress down the side before pulling it off and tossing it across the room somewhere. She shivered slightly against the chill in the room and her own sense of self, but as Sho ran his hands up her legs, Kazuko's inhibitions disappeared quickly. He wouldn't be looking up at her like that if he didn't want to be with her in one way or another.
Sho retrieved the condom from his pocket and, lifting Kazuko up slightly, wiggled his pants and boxers off. Kazuko settled back against his thighs and ran the tips of her fingers across his swollen cock. It reminded her of his fingers, thick and long, sturdy. Sho slipped the condom on quickly, then tugged her down for a deep, lingering kiss.
"We don't have to do this if you don't want to," he whispered, one hand caressing her face lightly.
She laughed quietly. "Past the point of no return, Sakurai-san," she whispered back, lining herself up and sinking down onto his cock.
Good lord, it was good. Kazuko settled herself against his hips and paused, her whole body shuddering slightly, as she reveled in the feeling of him inside her. It had been way too long since she'd last been with someone, anyone (had it really been two years since Matsumoto?), and she didn't really remember it feeling this good. Though her judgement may have been clouded by the orgasm she'd had not 2 minutes before.
She rode him hard, her hands against his chest as Sho placed his on her waist, lifting her up and back down again and again. Kazuko's body shook with the force of her second release and she slowed slightly, panting at Sho before smiling wickedly and picking up pace. Sho groaned, loud enough to wake the dead, and pounded into her, Kazuko's cries getting progressively wilder. It wasn't long before he slammed her hips against his once more and stilled, his biceps twitching as he released into her.
Relaxing, Sho dragged Kazuko down, tucking her into his side and kissing her slowly.
"So," he started, panting against her warm, sticky skin. "This is the genkan. Wanna see the rest of my place?"
Kazuko laughed, kissing him soundly and propping herself up on one elbow.
"At least until round two," she replied.
---
Riisa -
I owe you one. ;)
-K