The V.I.P. Treatment
Title: The V.I.P. Treatment
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Matsumoto Jun/Becky
Summary: "I’m really glad you didn’t pick Aiba."
Notes/Warnings: For JE Smut/Kink Meme Nov. 09
“I’m really glad you didn’t pick Aiba,” he tells her, placing a kiss on each of her knees before he parts her legs. The metal ring on his hand is cold, but that’s not what’s sending shivers of pleasures through her whole body. This is Domyouji, looking up at her with those big brown eyes.
Okay, so it’s not Domyouji. It’s his actor, it’s Matsujun, and she’s pretty sure that Domyouji wouldn’t be so kind and accommodating after dinner and a few drinks. For one thing, Jun’s quieter, sweeter than Domyouji. His lips are soft, and his hands are just as soft as he runs his fingers up and down the inside of her thighs.
“Why are you glad I didn’t pick him?” she asks with a smile as he presses his mouth to her skin.
“Well, because I don’t think he’d do this,” Jun answers, sliding his hands under her skirt and pulling her panties to her ankles in a movement so swift she doesn’t notice until it’s done, and by then he’s already parting her with his thumbs and darting his tongue to her center.
“Oh,” is all she can gasp, hands gripping the arms of the chair in Jun’s living room as he presses a kiss to her before bringing his tongue back. “Jun.”
He chuckles quietly, stroking her clit with his thumb, back and forth as he kisses the sensitive skin. He touches gently, expertly, taking his mouth away to put a finger inside her, quickening the pace and adding a second. And all along he kisses so reverently, like she’s a queen, and she can’t even breathe.
Jun allows her to touch his hair, run her fingers through it as he strokes her from within. She tightens up, clenching around his fingers, feeling wave after wave of sensation as he brings his tongue back to her clit. His touch is more demanding, more insistent as she starts to buck her body against his mouth, begging for release.
But he’s kind, far too kind, because as soon as the first orgasm rocks through her whole body, he’s still there, starting up again like it was the beginning. He starts with the kisses to her thighs, the kisses to her folds, and she hisses.
“Do you do this for every girl who picks you?”
He laughs and doesn’t answer, and as he brings his tongue to her damp center again, she doesn’t really care.
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Matsumoto Jun/Becky
Summary: "I’m really glad you didn’t pick Aiba."
Notes/Warnings: For JE Smut/Kink Meme Nov. 09
“I’m really glad you didn’t pick Aiba,” he tells her, placing a kiss on each of her knees before he parts her legs. The metal ring on his hand is cold, but that’s not what’s sending shivers of pleasures through her whole body. This is Domyouji, looking up at her with those big brown eyes.
Okay, so it’s not Domyouji. It’s his actor, it’s Matsujun, and she’s pretty sure that Domyouji wouldn’t be so kind and accommodating after dinner and a few drinks. For one thing, Jun’s quieter, sweeter than Domyouji. His lips are soft, and his hands are just as soft as he runs his fingers up and down the inside of her thighs.
“Why are you glad I didn’t pick him?” she asks with a smile as he presses his mouth to her skin.
“Well, because I don’t think he’d do this,” Jun answers, sliding his hands under her skirt and pulling her panties to her ankles in a movement so swift she doesn’t notice until it’s done, and by then he’s already parting her with his thumbs and darting his tongue to her center.
“Oh,” is all she can gasp, hands gripping the arms of the chair in Jun’s living room as he presses a kiss to her before bringing his tongue back. “Jun.”
He chuckles quietly, stroking her clit with his thumb, back and forth as he kisses the sensitive skin. He touches gently, expertly, taking his mouth away to put a finger inside her, quickening the pace and adding a second. And all along he kisses so reverently, like she’s a queen, and she can’t even breathe.
Jun allows her to touch his hair, run her fingers through it as he strokes her from within. She tightens up, clenching around his fingers, feeling wave after wave of sensation as he brings his tongue back to her clit. His touch is more demanding, more insistent as she starts to buck her body against his mouth, begging for release.
But he’s kind, far too kind, because as soon as the first orgasm rocks through her whole body, he’s still there, starting up again like it was the beginning. He starts with the kisses to her thighs, the kisses to her folds, and she hisses.
“Do you do this for every girl who picks you?”
He laughs and doesn’t answer, and as he brings his tongue to her damp center again, she doesn’t really care.