Attōtekina

I know, I said I was done with writing, but this doesn't necessarily count as it's so short.

Shinsuke Nakamura PWP. This has been burning a hole in my computer for ages now; I find Shinsuke incredibly attactive, even sensual, and this just screamed out to be written. It's short and to the point (ahem), and doesn't feature a particular female character, so it can be anyone you want. :P

Rated M for extreme smuttiness.

(Author's Note: 'Attōtekina' is Japanese for 'Overwhelming')

The first time is rushed and frantic; nearly six months of attraction and unresolved sexual tension means they don't even make it to the bed, Shinsuke possessing her on the hotel room floor, thrusting into her with a desperation that left her certain she would have carpet burns on her back in the morning. Not that she cares. She's waited too damn long for this to care about anything. They climax together, their cries mingling as sure as their essences.

The second time is an act of exploration, Shinsuke seemingly determined to find every single one of her nerve endings and make them sing for him, hands and mouth and tongue sliding over every crevice and curve; he enters her slowly, almost lazily, expression a mix of triumph and affection, as he moves over her, hips rotating in slow circles as he hits that sweet spot every time, making her crazy, making her his. She peaks first this time, a million tiny lights exploding behind her eyes as Shinsuke shouts her name and shudders through his own release.

The third time, he has her straddle him, and as she bucks above him, she can look down at his face, twisted into a look of such unbridled need that it gives her chills. His teeth are bared, eyes screwed shut as his hips rise to meet her, dark hair falling over his beautiful face as he moans pleading words in his native tongue. She's never felt so powerful, knowing she's in the process of making him come apart with her own controlled movements, and then he is coming, body bucking erratically as he sobs helplessly. Seeing him like this triggers her own peak, and she collapses onto him as it tears through her.

The fourth time, she finds herself pinned between Shinsuke's body and the wall, one leg braced on his hip, the other draped over his shoulder as he pounds relentlessly into her. It's rough, demanding, and his flexibility means he can contort his body into impossible positions as well as her own. He's grunting filth in Japanese, tells her she belongs to him, nobody else. She doesn't need him to tell her that-she's never felt so possessed by any man, and so utterly destroyed. Her climax takes her by surprise this time, and she cries out her shock as it pulses throughout her being; she feels Shinsuke slump against her as he groans, filling her.

The fifth time, she's kneeling at the edge of the bed, head dipped low, as he takes her from behind, slamming into her with all the ferocity of an animal, rougher than before. One hand cups her breast while the other is between her legs, toying with her clit. They're both drenched in sweat and each other's fluids by now, bodies sliding against each other. Her head is spinning, her body completely oversensitized by Shinsuke's seemingly endless possession. His stamina is overwhelming; he is overwhelming.

At this point, Shinsuke is no longer coherent in any language; the only sounds he can make are moans and growls. He finally yells triumphantly, body shaking uncontrollably as he comes yet again. She calls out that she loves him right before another orgasm takes her.

Afterwards, Shinsuke cradles her against his chest, chuckling softly, as if they've just shared a joke, and not the most mind-blowing sex she's ever had.

'That was...attotekina.' He murmured. 'Yes?'

Yes. Good Lord, yes.

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So okay, yes, this was just an excuse to write some Nakamura sexy time, but I'll take it. Reviews are my friends, thank you! :D