Junjou Romantica 3

y10: Yours truly at your service! Now, I know you all have been tired of waiting for the next season of Junjou Romantica and, before you even protest, NO! I CANNOT DO IT AS GOOD AS THEY DID! (I have no pics…*sniffle*) BUT! I SHALL SHOW THEM THAT WE NEED ANOTHER SEASON OR ELSE WE'LL GO INSANE! (like me^^)

Misaki: HAPPY NEW YEAR! BANZAI!

Usagi: Happy New Year…

Misaki: What's wrong, Usagi-san?

Usagi: I've been thinking about my New Year's Resolutions…

Misaki: And?

Usagi: I've been wondering if I should start the year off with a "Misaki covered in whip cream" or a "Misaki covered in strawberry syrup". We can make a Strawberry Shortcake.

Misaki: -mouth agape but no words are coming out-

y10: -blushes- SO! Let's get on with the new season for the new year!

"Usagi-san!" I called. No answer. Well, 2011. Happy New Year! My name is Takahashi Misaki. I am a 19 year old boarder that is currently enrolled in T Uni. I cross the polished wooden floor to the stairs leading up the second landing. Nii-san has finally moved back into Tokyo and actually lives only four train stops from here. Turning left, I stop at the second door. I'm currently living with a novelist a.k.a award-winning novelist a.k.a. a perverted-award-winning novelist a.k.a. a young-perverted-award-winning-novelist…named… "Usagi-san! How many times do I have to tell you that you have to clean your room! I won't keep doing it for you if you deliberately…" I pick up a piece of clothing."…throw your clothes on the floor…" I straighten his collection of books. "…don't put your books back where they came from…" Blush at the collection on hentai* manga. I quickly cover it with his clothes and face him. "…AND MAKE PERVERTED GAY NOVELS ABOUT ME!"

The noises of the choo-choo trains crossing and intertwining throughout the entire room and the hordes of stuffed teddy bears made the room seem less menacing than what actually sleeps underneath those $200 sheets. The inhuman form squirms slightly before a head of silver hair peeks from underneath with piercing eyes that burned holes in my flesh. I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up as I felt his glares threaten my health. SHIT! HE WASN'T UP! I clear my throat as a cold sweat began to excrete out of my pours. "Well, look at the time! Time for me to start lunch and-WAH!" Before I could make my escape to safety, a firm grip was placed on my wrist and I felt my body crash against those $200 dollar sheets that actually feel really good. "USAGI-SAN! LET ME GO!"

"But you woke me up, Misaki. You should accept the consequences," Usagi murmured, pinning my wrists above my head. I struggled but for the life of me, he's the only one in the world that has this much energy after being woken up. I couldn't even finish the possibilities of this statement when a warm hand finds its way beneath my sweat shirt and caresses my stomach. Tingles from where he touched spread throughout my stomach and my stomach convulses.

"S-Stop it, Usagi-san! That tickles…" I managed to say, blushing and trying my best not to enable him with a moan. Usagi-san smiled devilishly as he skillfully unzipped my sweater while busying me with fondling my nipples. "Ah…" I mumble.

"I heard that," He said close to my ear, licking then nibbling it.

"Ah! Stop! It's too early! Can't you wait?" I asked, hoping he was sane enough to understand that having a dick shoved up your ass isn't actually pleasurable after the fact. Before the fact…I have no comment.

"You couldn't wait to see me this morning. I should at least reward you with fellatio." Usagi-san licked my navel, earning a moan, and trailed his tongue to my right nipple, sucking it desperately.

"Ah! Wai-no! S-Stop! Mmmhn…ah…Usagi-san…let…go…" My back arched slightly when he released my wrists to busy itself with something better: my other nipple. It's not fair. Some people would call this sexual harassment. Where did this city's laws fail that a healthy, young 19 year old would have to suffer this kind of treatment everyday? My pants felt tight and uncomfortable that almost made me want to cry. He always does this to me…and yet every since I told him that 'I loved him' he's been going wild. I was snapped out of my thoughts when his cold hand gripped my throbbing member. "AH! N-No!" I tried to pull his hand away but just as his hand would drain me all of my cum, his touch zapped away all of my energy. I could put no power into my hands as he began to make a motion with his hands. My head thrusts back into the sheets as pleasure racked my body. It's also not fair that he's that good. Tears came to my eyes as I felt my body ready to raise the white flag of a "We surrender our cum to you!" kind of way. His hands, slicked with my wetness, continued to stroke faster still. My breathing quickened as I felt that flag rise higher and higher until it finally blew in the wind. (Or in the case, on Usagi-san's shirt.) My breaths came as pants as Usagi-san licked his hand to savor the taste, which made me blush even more. He loomed over me and just stared. My skin flared at his gaze. "Wh-What?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't say something embarrassing.

"Tell me again." Too late.

"Huh? I don't know what you're talking about," I lied. Usagi chuckled.

"You still play this game even though you already said it," He sighed.

"Well, keep that in your memory 'cause I won't say it again," I retorted. His eyebrow peaked as if to say, "You wanna bet?" I was willing to bet but I knew that I would lose. He has me around his little finger, as much as he'd like to say otherwise or as much as I would like to not believe it. He suddenly ripped my pants off of my lower half, leaving me completely nude in half of my birthday suit. "WH-WHAT THE HELL?"

"I wonder if I can force it out of you," He said, enjoying the view of my naked-ness. I blushed deep red and tried to cover myself.

"PERVERT! BAKA! HENTAI! ASSHOLE!" I screamed but that just made him laugh.

"So you say, but you still cum at the hand of this pervert." He lifted his hands to show his still-covered-in-cum evidence. I almost fainted from embarrassment. Well, if you ever do, Usagi-san would be the cause of it. He captured my mouth in a hungry kiss, invading my mouth with his hot tongue and disturbing my thought process. As our tongues mingled together, I could feel my cock actually touch Usagi-san's stomach. Oh God…have I sinned somewhere in those 19 years I was alive? Usagi licked my bottom lip, causing me to shiver, as he stared into my lust-ridden eyes. "Are you in that much of a need? I dealt with you last night but apparently, you're more of a pervert than I am." I covered my hard-on.

"I'M NOT A PERVERT!" I yelled. How many times is he going to invade me? He lifted my hands away and kissed my cock gently. I shivered and moaned slightly.

"I love you," He said, lifting my legs to rest on his shoulders. I blushed at his words. It's not the first time he has ever said that to me but…they still make my heart pound so loud.

"S-Stop saying such embarrassing things!" I ordered, tears coming to my eyes. He smiled and repeated,

"I love you." He entered me suddenly and I could feel my inner walls being pushed aside to fit his hungry cock.

"AH! IT'S TOO DEEP! USAGI-SAN!" I screamed as the tears I tried to hold back ran down my cheeks, soothing my burning skin. He pulled out at torturous pace making my back arch and my mouth spewing all kinds of nonsense. I bit my lip to try and keep it down but he was killing me. He kissed my lip gently before taking my entire mouth.

"I want to hear you cry out, Misaki," Usagi said, thrusting back inside me.

"AHHH! AH! HIIH! AH!" I cried every time he slammed back into me. How could something so disgraceful feel so heavenly? My body betrayed me as it reacted strongly to Usagi-san's touch and movements. "U-USAGI-SAN! UHN! I-I CAN'T!" My tear-soaked face screamed as my body betrayed me again as my loins released more of my cum. My ass felt warm as I felt Usagi-san empty out whatever he could've stored since last night. This is quite a lot.

"Usagi-san…" I started.

"Yes?" He answered, lighting his cigarette. I looked away. He says he loves me and I think he means it…but did he fall in love with me because of my body? I mean, when we first met he kind of raped me right off the bat but…

"Nothing," I deflated. I am such a pussy sometimes.

"You sure?" He questioned. I nodded my head.

"Yeah, it's nothing," I said. His arm slipped around my waist and I narrowed my eyes at him. "Um, what do you think you're doing?"

"Preparing for another round." He shined. I turned blue.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?" I screamed.

Maybe I'm just over-thinking it. What would his answer be?

y10: This is the first fanfic I have written since my leave of absence. I hope I did alright.

Misaki: -smiles and pats her on her back- I'm sure you did fine.

Usagi: -silent-

Misaki: -concerned- Usagi-san?

Usagi: I think I should introduce you to my publishing company.

Misaki and y10: ARE YOU SERIOUS?

Usagi: Sure. You could have a debut probably in one of my personal works?

Misaki and y10: Personal?

Usagi: They feature Misaki when he-

Misaki: LALALALALALALALALALALALALA!

y10: -blushes- *I wonder if I could get a copy of that from the editor…*