Opposite Traction (Main)

Title: Opposite Traction (Main)
Pairing: JunxOC
Rating: R
Warning(s): Nudity and sexual encounters.. I guess XD
Note:.
Ahh I finally finished typing this! It took a while, because I was talking to a friend on AIM… but that’s irrelevant. Also, I don’t know if Jun has a car or not, so I made it up >w<;
Hopefully Kinbarii-san will enjoy this! (Hopefully I wrote along the lines of what she wanted XD)
EDIT:. Is being continued in Silver Restraint. Prologue! CLICK!
Requester: Kinbarii-san da yo~

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Take heed in what you wish for, a voice at the back of his head said. He was annoyed, no, he was pissed. He was sitting on his couch, elbows resting on his knees, his fingers curled though his black hair, pulling the strands taught. His head was down and his eyes were shut tight. He was breathing hard, trying to contain his temper while she was still in the shower. It was so frustrating! So freaking annoying the way she had agreed to come along with him to his house. The way she had pushed him down and started something just to end it as abruptly. A groan of anger escaped his throat before he could think to retain it. He pulled harder on his hair, feeling some of the strands pull and come loose from his head. It hurt, but he needed the pain to distract his thoughts. She had cunningly left the bathroom door unlocked, though he knew he wasn’t supposed to go in.

 

            “Matsujun…Matsujun! JUN!” It took Jun a while to realize that someone was calling his name. He dragged his eyes away and looked blankly at Sho, who had an impatient look etched into his face. “What in the world have you been staring at this whole time? It’s a bit annoying.” Aiba nodded in agreement, but Ohno and Nino were not paying any attention to them whatsoever, chatting away and drinking like the friends they were.

            Jun let his eyes slide away from them and back to staring at her. “Not a what,” he mumbled, lost, “A who.” He had seen her before, of course. They had even chatted a little, about world things. He couldn’t tell if she knew who he was, since he had never said. But she had mentioned her own name and it sat at the tip of his tongue, just about ready to drip off. Kinbarii.

            All the times before this once, though, she hadn’t been as strikingly beautiful as she was right now. She was especially dressed up, wearing a tight, strapless, black dress that was so unlike her usual loose blouse and khaki skirt. She wore her thick, black rimmed glasses, still, but the make-up behind them made he face glow; sexy and sharp. But those attributes, no matter how great they were, weren’t what had caught his attention.

            It had been her hair. That beautiful, black, hair that was usually tied up in a loose, sloppy bun was now resting against her slim shoulders. The ends curled up to brush her slender neck and Jun imagined himself moving that hair behind her ears, stroking it.

            Her head turned towards him but he refused to look away. He wanted her and wanted her to know it. As her eyes met his, he left his chair and walked over to where she was standing. He felt Aiba and Sho staring after him, obviously annoyed that he had just up and left the group, once again for a girl. But he did not care one bit.

           “Kinbarii,” he said once he reached her. Jun smiled wide and watched her eyes glint from behind the glasses.

            She said a faint “Hello” back and Jun continued. “You look… ravishing tonight, Kinbarii. How come you haven’t dressed like this before?”

            “Ohh. Nice choice of words, my sir,” she wiggled her hips like she was drunk, even though he knew as well as she that she didn’t drink. And on this one night, surprisingly, he hadn’t either. He raised one eyebrow, waiting for her to answer his question. “Maybe, those other times, I didn’t feel like it,” she replied, “Maybe, those other times, I didn’t care who looked at me.”

            “And now you do?” Jun asked, skeptical. Was this look for him, or for some other man? He looked around, but there was no other man standing by her.

            “Why, don’t you think I looked stunning before?” There was mock hurt on her face. She never teased him like this. It intrigued him.

            “That’s not it, Kinbarii. You just look much better like…” his eyes swept up and down her slim figure. “Like that,” he concluded. “Want to get out of here?” He offered his arm to her and watched as she contemplated her answer.

            Kinbarii took Jun’s arm after about a minute, which pleased him greatly. “Let’s go to your place,” she said, a tiny smirk glinting off of her lips. He led her to his black Volvo and opened the passenger door for her. “What a gentleman,” she remarked with slight sarcasm.

 

            Jun was dragged into his own home by Kinbarii. Where she had gotten all this sure confidence from boggled his mind. She pushed him onto the couch and straddled him, flipping back her hair. Jun’s breath sped in anticipation for what he hoped would come next.

            She put her hands on his chest and looked into his eyes. Jun looked back and was startled by what he saw. No other girl had shown such confidence or sadistic pleasure in her eyes. What was this woman going to do to him?

            He watched with half-lidded eyes as Kinbarii moved her face closer to his. She put her lips at his temple and then brushed them down his neck. No girl had been so forward with him. She lifted her face back to his again and he took the opportunity to reach forward and press his lips to hers. He felt a smile under his lips but there was no response. After a few second of this, he gave up and buried his face in her neck. He touched her hair, rubbed it between his fingers. It was silky and softer than he had imagined. He breathed in her scent. She smelled like warm chocolate. Yum… he thought.

            Jun felt Kinbarii move her hands down his chest. She let them linger on his abdomen before they came to rest between his legs. She started to rub him and he reacted immediately. “Kinbarii…” he moaned into her neck. He wanted to touch her bare skin. He wanted to be pressed up against her, to feel all of her and to have her feel him in response.

            He lifted his head a few inches off of her neck and reached behind her for the zipper of her dress. She squeezed him suddenly and a groan of complete ecstasy and lustful pleasure escaped his lips. He found the zipper, but his fingers fumbled and he couldn’t pull it down. Jun brought his hands back in front and started to run them up and down her hips, unfortunately outside the dress. As they came back up, he cupped her breasts in his hands. She made a pleased noise and let go of him.

            Kinbarii pulled Jun’s shirt up and over his head and ran her small hands all over him. He wanted so badly to touch the bare skin of her stomach, her breasts, her thighs, but he just couldn’t find a way to get that damn dress off!

            She cupped his head and kissed him full on the mouth. He opened up for her and she dove right in, tongue twisting around his. How come when she kisses me, I get tongue, but when I kiss her I don’t? he wondered vaguely, his mind slipping into a sex-filled bliss. She pulled her head away from his. He was confused. He was so turned on that he didn’t know what to do and she had just pulled away from him. He wanted so much more of her than what she was giving. Would she give it to him now?

           Kinbarii grinned hugely at him, like she had accomplished something. “I’m going to shower,” she announced. She lifted her legs gracefully off of him. Jun was amazed by her sexiness. He watched, defeated in a sex-crazed lump as she swayed into his bathroom.

 

            Jun watched as Kinbarii emerged from the bathroom. He had been watching the door the whole time. She looked beautiful, still. Her black hair was wet and dripping, her glasses removed. The only thing she was wearing was his towel wrapped around her body.

            He watched, still, as she made her way over to him, exaggerating her slowness, with a smirk resting on her lips. She stood in front of him, close, but not close enough for him to touch her if he tried to reach out. He wanted so badly to touch her dripping hair, skin, but he couldn’t stand.

            She leaned to him, her face right in his. The towel fell from her hands and Jun’s eyes hungrily ran down her body. She pressed her palms to his cheeks, gently bringing his face back up so that his eyes were at hers and not her body. “How does it feel, to be the one pulled, Matsujun?” She licked his lips and sauntered back into the bathroom.

            When she came out again, she was dressed, her hair was tied up in a ponytail, and her glasses were poised back on the bridge of her nose. “Bye bye now, dearie,” she said to him, waving a hand behind her back as she walked out of his house.

            “Bye, Kinbarii,” he rumbled. He slid down into a sleeping position on the couch. She had got him. She had done to him what he had done to so many girls in the past. He knew he would never do it again.

            But damn, did he want that woman.