[ONE SHOT] Physicality - JunBa Fanfiction
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mahounadegataTitle: Physicality
Author: mahounadegata
Pairing/Focus: JunBa
Rating: NC-17 - graphic sex and language
Length: >2000
Summary: Jun and Masaki had been friends ever since they can both remember, and now that they're living together in college... will they stay just friends, or slightly more than that?
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Ever since we were young, Masaki Aiba and I have been really good friends. His parents were friends with mine ever since god-knows-when, and having lived in one of those neighborhoods where nobody ever leaves, we basically grew up together. I don't know if it's still okay to say this now that we're this age, but I could genuinely call him my best friend.
Now that we're in college, we moved out of the neighborhood and live together in one flat. Our parents agreed to having us live together since one, it would cut down expenses, and two, they said we could "watch over each other", which we actually do. I'd help him with his lessons and projects when needed, lend him some money when he's short on cash, save his ass if he ever gets in trouble— and he'd do the same for me.
We're finally in our senior year and everything is as smooth as it has always been since we were kids. We're still as close as we were but there's nothing physical between us, not that there was any need for it either. We also had separate rooms in the flat and don't really involve ourselves with each other's personal businesses. It was a pretty chill kind of deep friendship.
Sometimes when we have free time, we hang out in our living room and play games with his classmate Nino (who brings his own console and games along), and some nights we'd just sit back have drinks— just the two of us— and talk about random things. Like how his mom used to drag him home because he wouldn't leave my house, or that kindergarten teacher I used to have a crush on or just random gossip about his classmates and other friends. One thing he especially likes talking about though, was the girls he slept with and his weird sexscapades with them. I love listening to his stories, actually. Stories about girls who'd rather get fucked in public, girls who cum during foreplay but not during penetration, and that one girl who loved it when Aiba wore a dinosaur onesie while he fucked her. I never knew who these girls were, since he never name dropped, but I found these stories genuinely entertaining. I've mostly been the listener when it came to these stories though, just sometimes telling him about experiences from other friends, but never experiences of my own. He knew that I really wasn't into that kind of thing anyway.
"Hey, Jun-kun, wanna watch this porn video Nino lent me? He says it's pretty good." He said while we were having a couple of beers the night after finals.
I shrugged. "Why not? We don't have anything to do anyway."
This isn't the first time we did something like this. We've watched porn together a lot of times, ever since we knew what porn was. At our first year here, we'd have masturbating sessions, sometimes with our other friends— like what most teenage boys with raging libidos do. It was some sort of a bonding ceremony.
The only problem here was, unlike Aiba who was straight as a plank, I wasn't— but he doesn't know about that. I have been sleeping with boys as much as he had been with girls. That, or maybe more. I'd shag boys in the locker room, in the classroom, in the rest room of that one fraternity party we went to the other day... practically anywhere I could. My recent fuck buddy was this really hot wide-eyed intern teacher named Sakurai who taught Economics, and we'd sometimes fuck in the handicap restroom when nobody was looking.
Aiba had already played the DVD and was lounging on the opposite end of the living room couch, legs crossed. I was resting my chin on my hand that was resting on the arm rest, sipping from my beer bottle from time to time while I watched the two people getting it on on our flat screen TV.
It was the part when the male lead was fucking this young supple breasted girl from behind while she was pinned to the wall when Aiba finally took his erection out and started stroking himself, concentrating on the video. I was also starting to get a hard on, imagining myself as the girl and the guy fucking her as Sakurai-sensei, still in his teacher get up, his more-than-average sized dick going in and out of me while he was stroking my cock like how the guy was now rubbing the woman's clit on screen.
I placed my bottle of beer on the table just beside our couch and found the fleshlight I had purchased over a month ago conveniently there, still in its original container. I took the sex toy out of it's box and squeezed some of the lube that came with it into it before pulling my shorts down and slipping my hard on inside it, stroking myself slowly. Aiba, who was busy stroking the tip of his cock with his thumb, stopped and turned to look at me and then to my business between my thighs.
"Hey, when did you get that?" He asked, eyebrows raised.
I chuckled a bit, feeling kind of awkward that he was looking directly at my erection, and stopped my hand movements. "Not a long time ago."
"Looks good, can I try it out?"
I was taken aback but pulled the fleshlight off of me and offered it to him anyway.
He accepted it without a word and stuck his dick into it, stroking himself with a hard and slow rhythm, thoroughly feeling the thing.
I was dumbfounded. You know how when someone says you've just kissed indirectly when they drink from the same water bottle you did? This is what I was feeling right now, but only in the sexual sense. We weren't even touching but I felt like he had his dick inside me and not in the stupid fleshlight. His expression while doing it, mouth slightly agape, eyes half lidded, eyelids fluttering, leaning backwards on the couch, the porn vid completely forgotten... turned me the fuck on. He pumped himself faster but pulled the thing off before he could cum, giving the sex toy back to me.
"That felt great, I should get one myself." Aiba turned back to the TV as I took the fleshlight from him, our fingers only ever slightly touching.
"Masaki," My erection was throbbing so hard and I've never felt so aroused, not even when Sakurai was giving me a blow job on his desk in the faculty after school hours. I leaned in to him and reached out to touch his still erect penis, expecting him to slap my hand away... but he didn't.
Instead, he chuckled. "I always knew we were going to reach this point one way or another, Jun-kun."
I was completely speechless. All I could do when he pulled me into a kiss was kiss back, his fingers wrapped around my aching hard on as I wrapped mine on his. I pulled away to ask him what the hell was going on but swallowed the words back when he made a trail of kisses on my neck to my ear, still stroking my erection. He pulled me into another wet kiss and before I knew it, both our clothes were off and I was now straddling him, his hand around both around our erections, rubbing them together.
He pulled away from the kiss to ask me to hand him the lube on the table, hastily pouring it onto his fingers before slipping them inside me.
"You and Sakurai-sensei are dating?" He said, looking up at me, two digits scissoring.
I shook my head. "Fucking, not dating." I gasped when he slipped another finger inside me, biting my lips to stop myself from making more embarrassing noises. It was just his fingers, but I was already near my limit. It didn't help that he was staring right at me, eyes sharp with something that looked like unrestrained hunger. He pulled his hands away and pinned me down on the couch, bringing my legs over his shoulders. I tried to sit up to watch him as he lathered more lube on his cock before he entered me. I had to squeeze my own shaft to stop myself from coming right there and then. Jesus, he was huge, bigger than Sakurai was.
He started moving, slowly at first, gaining speed and thrusting harder as he was making hickeys on my neck.
My head was still spinning from all this. It felt like my brain was in a different dimension from my body. I couldn't believe that my best friend since childhood was fucking me on our living room couch, yet there I was, moaning his name and bucking my hips to his thrusts.
Our gazes were locked when we came together, without him even touching me.
He slumped forward, half-panting, half-chuckling.
"Masaki." I managed to breathe.
"Yep?"
"What just happened?"
He pushed himself up to look at me... and laughed. "What was bound to happen, I guess?"
"I didn't know you were..."
"Into guys?"
I nodded.
He moved so that he was lying down beside me on our huge ass couch. "I didn't know when I knew either, it just sorta happened."
"So you've been out with guys....?"
He shrugged. "A few."
"No wonder you were so good just now—" I cleared my throat, feeling my cheeks warm up with the thought of Aiba and me fucking like rabbits.
He made a hearty laughter.
"I'll... go fix up."
I was about to stand up when he pulled me back by the arm. "Jun-kun,"
"Yeah?" I plopped back down on the couch, bending over to grab my discarded boxers on the floor, putting it back on. "I know you're seeing Sakurai-sensei—"
"Fucking, but not actually dating." I corrected him.
"So... that means...?"
I cocked my head to the side, confused. "That means...?"
He loosened his grip on my arm. "I mean I've wanted to ask you this, you know? But I wasn't so sure how'd you'd react and I didn't want to make things awkward between us..."
I chuckled, realizing where he was going. "Are you trying to ask me out?"
He giggled. "Yeah. Kinda."
I leaned in, a bit hesitantly, combing his hair with my fingers, admiring those chiseled cheekbones and perfectly shaped lips. "Even it means not being able to sleep around with girls anymore?"
"Jun-kun, you're honestly way better than all the girls I've slept with. And your ass is tighter—"
"Shut up, you pervert." I covered his now laughing mouth with my hand. "And of course I'd date you."
Pause.
"The fuck did I just say?" My fingers were still intertwined in his hair and his were still around my wrists and we kind of just stayed like that for a few moments. I wanted to dissolve so badly, realizing the awkwardness of the situation. I just had sex with my best friend and now he's asking me out? What the actual fuck?
I was about to lose it when suddenly, Aiba burst into another fit of laughter. He looked like a god damn pervert rolling on his back, his flaccid penis hanging loose.
"What the hell, Masaki?"
He shook his head, still laughing.
Before I could tell him to pipe the fuck down, he pulled me into another kiss, and of course, I, fully consumed by the magic and dazzling charm of Masaki Aiba, kissed back.
This physicality between us was much needed after all.
Notes: This was inspired from this because I was so amused by it and really felt like it was something Jun and Aiba could get into hahaha
Author: mahounadegata
Pairing/Focus: JunBa
Rating: NC-17 - graphic sex and language
Length: >2000
Summary: Jun and Masaki had been friends ever since they can both remember, and now that they're living together in college... will they stay just friends, or slightly more than that?
Ever since we were young, Masaki Aiba and I have been really good friends. His parents were friends with mine ever since god-knows-when, and having lived in one of those neighborhoods where nobody ever leaves, we basically grew up together. I don't know if it's still okay to say this now that we're this age, but I could genuinely call him my best friend.
Now that we're in college, we moved out of the neighborhood and live together in one flat. Our parents agreed to having us live together since one, it would cut down expenses, and two, they said we could "watch over each other", which we actually do. I'd help him with his lessons and projects when needed, lend him some money when he's short on cash, save his ass if he ever gets in trouble— and he'd do the same for me.
We're finally in our senior year and everything is as smooth as it has always been since we were kids. We're still as close as we were but there's nothing physical between us, not that there was any need for it either. We also had separate rooms in the flat and don't really involve ourselves with each other's personal businesses. It was a pretty chill kind of deep friendship.
Sometimes when we have free time, we hang out in our living room and play games with his classmate Nino (who brings his own console and games along), and some nights we'd just sit back have drinks— just the two of us— and talk about random things. Like how his mom used to drag him home because he wouldn't leave my house, or that kindergarten teacher I used to have a crush on or just random gossip about his classmates and other friends. One thing he especially likes talking about though, was the girls he slept with and his weird sexscapades with them. I love listening to his stories, actually. Stories about girls who'd rather get fucked in public, girls who cum during foreplay but not during penetration, and that one girl who loved it when Aiba wore a dinosaur onesie while he fucked her. I never knew who these girls were, since he never name dropped, but I found these stories genuinely entertaining. I've mostly been the listener when it came to these stories though, just sometimes telling him about experiences from other friends, but never experiences of my own. He knew that I really wasn't into that kind of thing anyway.
"Hey, Jun-kun, wanna watch this porn video Nino lent me? He says it's pretty good." He said while we were having a couple of beers the night after finals.
I shrugged. "Why not? We don't have anything to do anyway."
This isn't the first time we did something like this. We've watched porn together a lot of times, ever since we knew what porn was. At our first year here, we'd have masturbating sessions, sometimes with our other friends— like what most teenage boys with raging libidos do. It was some sort of a bonding ceremony.
The only problem here was, unlike Aiba who was straight as a plank, I wasn't— but he doesn't know about that. I have been sleeping with boys as much as he had been with girls. That, or maybe more. I'd shag boys in the locker room, in the classroom, in the rest room of that one fraternity party we went to the other day... practically anywhere I could. My recent fuck buddy was this really hot wide-eyed intern teacher named Sakurai who taught Economics, and we'd sometimes fuck in the handicap restroom when nobody was looking.
Aiba had already played the DVD and was lounging on the opposite end of the living room couch, legs crossed. I was resting my chin on my hand that was resting on the arm rest, sipping from my beer bottle from time to time while I watched the two people getting it on on our flat screen TV.
It was the part when the male lead was fucking this young supple breasted girl from behind while she was pinned to the wall when Aiba finally took his erection out and started stroking himself, concentrating on the video. I was also starting to get a hard on, imagining myself as the girl and the guy fucking her as Sakurai-sensei, still in his teacher get up, his more-than-average sized dick going in and out of me while he was stroking my cock like how the guy was now rubbing the woman's clit on screen.
I placed my bottle of beer on the table just beside our couch and found the fleshlight I had purchased over a month ago conveniently there, still in its original container. I took the sex toy out of it's box and squeezed some of the lube that came with it into it before pulling my shorts down and slipping my hard on inside it, stroking myself slowly. Aiba, who was busy stroking the tip of his cock with his thumb, stopped and turned to look at me and then to my business between my thighs.
"Hey, when did you get that?" He asked, eyebrows raised.
I chuckled a bit, feeling kind of awkward that he was looking directly at my erection, and stopped my hand movements. "Not a long time ago."
"Looks good, can I try it out?"
I was taken aback but pulled the fleshlight off of me and offered it to him anyway.
He accepted it without a word and stuck his dick into it, stroking himself with a hard and slow rhythm, thoroughly feeling the thing.
I was dumbfounded. You know how when someone says you've just kissed indirectly when they drink from the same water bottle you did? This is what I was feeling right now, but only in the sexual sense. We weren't even touching but I felt like he had his dick inside me and not in the stupid fleshlight. His expression while doing it, mouth slightly agape, eyes half lidded, eyelids fluttering, leaning backwards on the couch, the porn vid completely forgotten... turned me the fuck on. He pumped himself faster but pulled the thing off before he could cum, giving the sex toy back to me.
"That felt great, I should get one myself." Aiba turned back to the TV as I took the fleshlight from him, our fingers only ever slightly touching.
"Masaki," My erection was throbbing so hard and I've never felt so aroused, not even when Sakurai was giving me a blow job on his desk in the faculty after school hours. I leaned in to him and reached out to touch his still erect penis, expecting him to slap my hand away... but he didn't.
Instead, he chuckled. "I always knew we were going to reach this point one way or another, Jun-kun."
I was completely speechless. All I could do when he pulled me into a kiss was kiss back, his fingers wrapped around my aching hard on as I wrapped mine on his. I pulled away to ask him what the hell was going on but swallowed the words back when he made a trail of kisses on my neck to my ear, still stroking my erection. He pulled me into another wet kiss and before I knew it, both our clothes were off and I was now straddling him, his hand around both around our erections, rubbing them together.
He pulled away from the kiss to ask me to hand him the lube on the table, hastily pouring it onto his fingers before slipping them inside me.
"You and Sakurai-sensei are dating?" He said, looking up at me, two digits scissoring.
I shook my head. "Fucking, not dating." I gasped when he slipped another finger inside me, biting my lips to stop myself from making more embarrassing noises. It was just his fingers, but I was already near my limit. It didn't help that he was staring right at me, eyes sharp with something that looked like unrestrained hunger. He pulled his hands away and pinned me down on the couch, bringing my legs over his shoulders. I tried to sit up to watch him as he lathered more lube on his cock before he entered me. I had to squeeze my own shaft to stop myself from coming right there and then. Jesus, he was huge, bigger than Sakurai was.
He started moving, slowly at first, gaining speed and thrusting harder as he was making hickeys on my neck.
My head was still spinning from all this. It felt like my brain was in a different dimension from my body. I couldn't believe that my best friend since childhood was fucking me on our living room couch, yet there I was, moaning his name and bucking my hips to his thrusts.
Our gazes were locked when we came together, without him even touching me.
He slumped forward, half-panting, half-chuckling.
"Masaki." I managed to breathe.
"Yep?"
"What just happened?"
He pushed himself up to look at me... and laughed. "What was bound to happen, I guess?"
"I didn't know you were..."
"Into guys?"
I nodded.
He moved so that he was lying down beside me on our huge ass couch. "I didn't know when I knew either, it just sorta happened."
"So you've been out with guys....?"
He shrugged. "A few."
"No wonder you were so good just now—" I cleared my throat, feeling my cheeks warm up with the thought of Aiba and me fucking like rabbits.
He made a hearty laughter.
"I'll... go fix up."
I was about to stand up when he pulled me back by the arm. "Jun-kun,"
"Yeah?" I plopped back down on the couch, bending over to grab my discarded boxers on the floor, putting it back on. "I know you're seeing Sakurai-sensei—"
"Fucking, but not actually dating." I corrected him.
"So... that means...?"
I cocked my head to the side, confused. "That means...?"
He loosened his grip on my arm. "I mean I've wanted to ask you this, you know? But I wasn't so sure how'd you'd react and I didn't want to make things awkward between us..."
I chuckled, realizing where he was going. "Are you trying to ask me out?"
He giggled. "Yeah. Kinda."
I leaned in, a bit hesitantly, combing his hair with my fingers, admiring those chiseled cheekbones and perfectly shaped lips. "Even it means not being able to sleep around with girls anymore?"
"Jun-kun, you're honestly way better than all the girls I've slept with. And your ass is tighter—"
"Shut up, you pervert." I covered his now laughing mouth with my hand. "And of course I'd date you."
Pause.
"The fuck did I just say?" My fingers were still intertwined in his hair and his were still around my wrists and we kind of just stayed like that for a few moments. I wanted to dissolve so badly, realizing the awkwardness of the situation. I just had sex with my best friend and now he's asking me out? What the actual fuck?
I was about to lose it when suddenly, Aiba burst into another fit of laughter. He looked like a god damn pervert rolling on his back, his flaccid penis hanging loose.
"What the hell, Masaki?"
He shook his head, still laughing.
Before I could tell him to pipe the fuck down, he pulled me into another kiss, and of course, I, fully consumed by the magic and dazzling charm of Masaki Aiba, kissed back.
This physicality between us was much needed after all.
Notes: This was inspired from this because I was so amused by it and really felt like it was something Jun and Aiba could get into hahaha
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Date: 2018-01-05 03:41 am (UTC)Aiba wearing a dinosaur onesie would be so hot and cute!
Hahahahah Thank you so much! <3
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