MokubaShizuka
Title: Grown Up
Rating: Soft R
Fandom: Yuugiou
Pairing: MokubaShizuka
Summary: He's tired of being seen as the child. He nipped her lip, see. He would prove to her that he wasn't that child anymore, but a man who got what he wanted. Who he wanted.
Notes: Mokuba is 21 years old.
Sometimes he got irritated when Seto would tell him that it was alright for him to still be considered a child. After all, the Yuugi-tachi were quite dense about the subject and he knew that Seto would always see him the child. It was the day that he had snapped at Seto that made him realize the reason why Seto kept him a child. He saw the widening of the eyes, the sharp intake. Seto now treated him like an acquaintence rather than a brother. He considered that it would take some time for Seto to treat him like a brother again.
Sometimes she got irritated when Katsuya told her that it was alright for her to still be considered a child. After all, the Yuugi-tachi did know her a long time and she knew that Katsuya would always see her a child. It was the day that he found Mokuba Kaiba in bed with her, naked that she realized the reason that Katsuya kept her a child. She saw the widening of the eyes, the sharp intake. He now treated her like Mai, kept far away for a reason until she was pushed into the arms of another person (Kaiba, being said person). She considered it a price for tasting Mokuba.
That night, when she walked into their motel room, she found Mokuba sitting cross legged on the usual bed. His mouth was pursed, knowing what she was going to say, "Don't."
She protested as she felt his lovely form grasped her by the hand and pulled her in. Every night they met like this, he would have to persuade her. The last time, they had been caught, but some how it always resulted in some fall out.
"... Don't." He whispered, pulling a lock of her hair behind her ear, "Don't."
His mouth was warm as he kissed her ear, nibbling lightly on the lobe. "Don't."
He pulled her onto the cheap bed, his mouth on hers. The warm taste of lemon mixing with his own orange tang sent her head spinning. His hand was supporting her head, the other moving to her jeans.
"Mo..." there was a gasp as his fingers brushed against her bra.
"Hmmm?" He answers lazily as he lifts the shirt up and throws her underneath him.
"You're not a child." She gasps as his mouth moves to her throat. Her hands find themselves on his ass, she squeezes lightly, his gasp makes her bold.
"Niether are you." He responds mouth lowering itself on her chest.
"Mokuba?" She asks, stopping his rhythm.
"Yes?" He asks her. She looks into the eyes that she once considered so childlike, now blazing in the heat of the moment.
She takes his fingers and kisses the tips of them, "They'll grow up right?"
Mokuba pulls her into his chest once more before resuming his work, "Yes."
"Mokuba?"
"Yes?"
"Take off your pants like a good boy."
"Yes Ma'am."
Rating: Soft R
Fandom: Yuugiou
Pairing: MokubaShizuka
Summary: He's tired of being seen as the child. He nipped her lip, see. He would prove to her that he wasn't that child anymore, but a man who got what he wanted. Who he wanted.
Notes: Mokuba is 21 years old.
Sometimes he got irritated when Seto would tell him that it was alright for him to still be considered a child. After all, the Yuugi-tachi were quite dense about the subject and he knew that Seto would always see him the child. It was the day that he had snapped at Seto that made him realize the reason why Seto kept him a child. He saw the widening of the eyes, the sharp intake. Seto now treated him like an acquaintence rather than a brother. He considered that it would take some time for Seto to treat him like a brother again.
Sometimes she got irritated when Katsuya told her that it was alright for her to still be considered a child. After all, the Yuugi-tachi did know her a long time and she knew that Katsuya would always see her a child. It was the day that he found Mokuba Kaiba in bed with her, naked that she realized the reason that Katsuya kept her a child. She saw the widening of the eyes, the sharp intake. He now treated her like Mai, kept far away for a reason until she was pushed into the arms of another person (Kaiba, being said person). She considered it a price for tasting Mokuba.
That night, when she walked into their motel room, she found Mokuba sitting cross legged on the usual bed. His mouth was pursed, knowing what she was going to say, "Don't."
She protested as she felt his lovely form grasped her by the hand and pulled her in. Every night they met like this, he would have to persuade her. The last time, they had been caught, but some how it always resulted in some fall out.
"... Don't." He whispered, pulling a lock of her hair behind her ear, "Don't."
His mouth was warm as he kissed her ear, nibbling lightly on the lobe. "Don't."
He pulled her onto the cheap bed, his mouth on hers. The warm taste of lemon mixing with his own orange tang sent her head spinning. His hand was supporting her head, the other moving to her jeans.
"Mo..." there was a gasp as his fingers brushed against her bra.
"Hmmm?" He answers lazily as he lifts the shirt up and throws her underneath him.
"You're not a child." She gasps as his mouth moves to her throat. Her hands find themselves on his ass, she squeezes lightly, his gasp makes her bold.
"Niether are you." He responds mouth lowering itself on her chest.
"Mokuba?" She asks, stopping his rhythm.
"Yes?" He asks her. She looks into the eyes that she once considered so childlike, now blazing in the heat of the moment.
She takes his fingers and kisses the tips of them, "They'll grow up right?"
Mokuba pulls her into his chest once more before resuming his work, "Yes."
"Mokuba?"
"Yes?"
"Take off your pants like a good boy."
"Yes Ma'am."