An Agreeable Arrangement
Title: An Agreeable Arrangement
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Kusanagi Tsuyoshi/Kuroki Meisa
Summary: Angry sex. Or something. Just not angst.
Notes/Warnings: For JE Smut/Kink Meme Nov. 09. I need to finish watching Ninkyo Helper.
She wore a skirt because they have her in men’s suits and track pants on set. He seems to be happy with this decision, but when he reaches his hand underneath, she slaps his hand away.
“I’m not the type of girl who does this,” she says to him, biting the lie back with a smile that he can see right through.
“Bet you say that to everyone.”
“Just to you,” she says before undoing her blouse, letting him see the dark black lace of her bra. It’s a strange arrangement they’ve got, meeting at these hotels. He’s got money, she’s got money. They could afford a better room.
He turns her around, and she allows it, biting her lip hard as he forces his hand under her skirt, stroking her through her panties. “I knew it,” he says when she gasps, his fingers shoving the fabric aside to plunge inside her. “Knew you’d already be wet for me.”
She puts her hand over his, encouraging him to stroke deeper inside her. “Ah, you got me.”
He takes his hand away, licking his fingers before giving her a smack on the ass. “Hands and knees.”
She obeys. They agreed earlier that she was in control of this, in a way. She slides the damp panties down, tossing them aside as she gets onto the cheap, creaky mattress as he instructs, waiting for him to put on some protection. He runs his finger over the back clasp of her bra strap, running his tongue down her spine.
“You know,” she tells him with a grin. “I used to sing SMAP songs into my hairbrush when I was a kid.”
“Shut up.”
“You weren’t my favorite.”
She gets no warning then when he digs his fingers into her hip, plunging into her, and she can’t hold back the cry. “Bet I’m your favorite now,” he teases.
“Don’t break a hip.”
He slaps her on the ass, insistent and hard, just the way they’d discussed. It's amazing to feel him deep inside her, and they grow quieter as he rocks his hips against her. She balls the sheets in her fingers, moaning hard as she pushes back against every stroke, sweat beading on her forehead as he slams against her again and again.
She’s never been with an older man, and she realizes what she’s been missing. Even though he yanks her hair and nearly collapses atop her when he comes, he takes the time to slide a hand between her thighs, stroking and stroking insistently as he pulls out. This is what’s been missing - he’s not selfish like a younger man. He rubs her clit, letting her take her time to enjoy the sensation.
She’s still throbbing from him being inside her so roughly, and she’s already missing it as he touches her, brings her closer and closer. “Pull my hair again,” she begs. “Please.”
He does so, taking a handful and yanking as he brings her to the edge. He’s even thoughtful enough to let her ride it out, letting his fingers slip back inside her as she clenches around him.
“Next time, Meisa-chan, I’ll take you some place nice,” he tells her, and she shakes her head.
“This was fine,” she answers, and she’s not lying. They settle themselves under the sheets for a brief nap - he’s due on set in a few hours. “Will you sing for me next time?”
He gives her ass another smack, but he’s smiling when he does it. This is an arrangement she could get used to.
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Kusanagi Tsuyoshi/Kuroki Meisa
Summary: Angry sex. Or something. Just not angst.
Notes/Warnings: For JE Smut/Kink Meme Nov. 09. I need to finish watching Ninkyo Helper.
She wore a skirt because they have her in men’s suits and track pants on set. He seems to be happy with this decision, but when he reaches his hand underneath, she slaps his hand away.
“I’m not the type of girl who does this,” she says to him, biting the lie back with a smile that he can see right through.
“Bet you say that to everyone.”
“Just to you,” she says before undoing her blouse, letting him see the dark black lace of her bra. It’s a strange arrangement they’ve got, meeting at these hotels. He’s got money, she’s got money. They could afford a better room.
He turns her around, and she allows it, biting her lip hard as he forces his hand under her skirt, stroking her through her panties. “I knew it,” he says when she gasps, his fingers shoving the fabric aside to plunge inside her. “Knew you’d already be wet for me.”
She puts her hand over his, encouraging him to stroke deeper inside her. “Ah, you got me.”
He takes his hand away, licking his fingers before giving her a smack on the ass. “Hands and knees.”
She obeys. They agreed earlier that she was in control of this, in a way. She slides the damp panties down, tossing them aside as she gets onto the cheap, creaky mattress as he instructs, waiting for him to put on some protection. He runs his finger over the back clasp of her bra strap, running his tongue down her spine.
“You know,” she tells him with a grin. “I used to sing SMAP songs into my hairbrush when I was a kid.”
“Shut up.”
“You weren’t my favorite.”
She gets no warning then when he digs his fingers into her hip, plunging into her, and she can’t hold back the cry. “Bet I’m your favorite now,” he teases.
“Don’t break a hip.”
He slaps her on the ass, insistent and hard, just the way they’d discussed. It's amazing to feel him deep inside her, and they grow quieter as he rocks his hips against her. She balls the sheets in her fingers, moaning hard as she pushes back against every stroke, sweat beading on her forehead as he slams against her again and again.
She’s never been with an older man, and she realizes what she’s been missing. Even though he yanks her hair and nearly collapses atop her when he comes, he takes the time to slide a hand between her thighs, stroking and stroking insistently as he pulls out. This is what’s been missing - he’s not selfish like a younger man. He rubs her clit, letting her take her time to enjoy the sensation.
She’s still throbbing from him being inside her so roughly, and she’s already missing it as he touches her, brings her closer and closer. “Pull my hair again,” she begs. “Please.”
He does so, taking a handful and yanking as he brings her to the edge. He’s even thoughtful enough to let her ride it out, letting his fingers slip back inside her as she clenches around him.
“Next time, Meisa-chan, I’ll take you some place nice,” he tells her, and she shakes her head.
“This was fine,” she answers, and she’s not lying. They settle themselves under the sheets for a brief nap - he’s due on set in a few hours. “Will you sing for me next time?”
He gives her ass another smack, but he’s smiling when he does it. This is an arrangement she could get used to.