[Fic] Akanishi Jin was in a Fucking Bad Mood (a.k.a Practice)
Mikha's notes: finally!!! emmy-chan let me post this! i've had this for months now but i can't post it since emmy-chan won't let me...
anyways...here's emmy-chan's FIRST EVER smut fic and ITS FOR ME!!! *happy dance*
Title: Akanishi Jin was in a Fucking Bad Mood (aka Practice)
Author: spaarklingwine
Pairing: AKame
Genre: PWP, Fluff
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Eh?! What do I need a disclaimer for?! Didn't you know AKame is actually controlled by fangirls. Seriously, AKame do this kind of NC-17 stuff all the time (nod nod)(laughs)(peace) Although I bet they do xDDDD;;
Summary: Kame's new drama Yamanade Nadeshiko Shichi Henge is filled with a lot more perverts who grope and fondle Kame than Jin originally expected. And Jin is not pleased. Well, since Kame wants to practice scenes, Jin is only more than happy to volunteer...
Warnings: Rough smex xD;; Slight 'exhibitionism' ... seriously, the 'plot' is basically just a thinly veiled excuse for loads of smut...>w<;;
Author's Notes:
(Inspired by this scene from Episode 3 of the anime - note: Blonde is Kyohei and Brunette is the Pervert xD;;)
This is dedicated to mikhaella23 , sorry it's an awfully awfully belated birthday fic (dodges flying bricks)(cries) But hopefully, you'll enjoy the smut bb~ xD;;;
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Akanishi Jin was in a fucking bad mood.
Bandage's promotion is going well, so Jin finally had the entire day to devote to Kame, only Kame had to finish filming the scenes for his new drama. Which was totally okay with Jin, he loved watching Kame work. He loved watching the turtle do anything really. Eat, sleep, dance, sing, act, playing sports, getting fucked, cumming... No matter what it was, his Kazu-chan was always so expressive, manly and mature, and yet girly and adorable at the same time.
But what he didn't want to watch was Kame's ass getting groped 500 times by other men. All the girls and their screaming were okay. Annoying, but not a big deal. KAT-TUN dealt with fangirls all the time, and nothing Kame ever did with girls ever gave off an air of anything more than brotherly affection or platonic friendship or respectful behaviour. But every time one of those men molested his turtle, Jin would be reminded of all the times he did that, and how a look of pure heat and want would instantly cross Kame's face. Even though Jin saw none of that lust today when Kame would get groped by random men, that embarrassed shyness still didn't sit well with Jin.
And neither did the look in those perverts' eyes.
Like, is it really necessary to practice so many times before shooting?! And why don't they remove their hands when conversing with the director?! There is no need to leave your hand there!
Jin entertained the idea of punching those men until they stopped moving for a few minutes. Thankfully the maniac smile that was currently on his face went unnoticed by the crew.
No wonder Kazu keeps saying my personality is more like Kyohei's.
Akanishi Jin was in a bad fucking mood.
Made only worse by the fact that - not only did he have to drive back home alone because the director wanted to discuss tomorrow's script with Kame so Kame was riding in the crew's van - but also because the minute Kame had stepped into Jin's house, he was already completely concentrated in memorising lines from the new script.
Goddamn his perfectionism!
Even Jin's attempt to vent some of his jealousy about the overwhelming gropage in Kame's new drama was just met with an amused yet distracted, "Isn't that nothing compared to your ANAN photoshoot and kissing a 17 year old in Bandage? Pervert." Kame smiled quickly before the turtle resumed alternating between giggling at the script and frowning in frustration.
Finally unable to resist, Jin slid up to Kame's hunched over form in the kitchen. "What's wrong, Kazu-chan?"
Kame looked clearly up at Jin for the first time since he got in, worry reflected deeply in his pretty brown eyes. He gestured to the script, "It's this scene that we're shooting tomorrow. Kyohei is kidnapped and brought to a club where he is put on display in front of all these rich people. He's knocked out and his hands and feet are bound. The host of the club intends to entertain his guests by fondling Kyohei defenseless self. The director wanted to talk to me about it because he said the tendency would be to want to laugh in those kind of situations, and it's hard to stay still. And he's right! I can't picture this scene without giggling! Just imagining myself having to hold perfectly still while a man molests me in front of a crowd makes me want to laugh in embarrassment! There is a bit where a construction worker gropes Kyohei that can be seen in the making video that was shown four days before the first episode aired but they had to cut it out of the real thing because I couldn't stop giggling!" Kame sighed in defeat. "I'm never going to get this right. It's not going to be realistic at all... " The adorably hardworking boy pouted, oblivious to the fact that Jin was currently imagining himself as Godzilla, tearing through Toyko, squashing all the perverts in this world.
The director and the screenplay writer first.
Jinzilla. Sounds good. Has a ring to it.
He ignored the voice in the back of his mind that asserted it sounded more like a dildo.
Stupid back-of-the-mind voice.
Face full of murderous intent, Jin yanked back the kitchen chair with Kame on it so that Kame's body was exposed and no longer under the safety of the kitchen table and was now sitting with his back to Jin.
Startled, Kame's lips parted in question, but Jin had already pulled out - not one - but two handcuffs out of nowhere. Before Kame could wonder why the fuck Jin kept handcuffs in the kitchen, both his arms were pulled back none too gently and the next thing he knew, cold mental encased in pink softness enclosed his wrists.
His arms were restrained on either side of him, cuffing his wrists to the separate sides of the seat. Jin swallowed thickly in anticipation, silently noting how truly wonderful his kitchen chairs were, the seats were soft and fluffy, and the back was made up of four wooden bars that were just small enough to fit handcuffs onto.
Kame tugged at his arms, bewildered. It didn't hurt at all, thanks to the pink fuzziness, but, "Why do you have pink fluffy handcuffs?!" Kame cried out, straining to turn and face Jin behind him, but finding it very difficult to do so with his upper body restrained.
”Pi got them for us for fun, but, they- they look really good on you." Jin said hoarsely. The idea of a helpless Kame, vulnerable, spread out, and helpless to resist the pleasure that Jin would give him was making Jin dizzy with the sudden lost of blood in his brain as they all travelled southwards at once.
Kame tugged again, slightly more angry and definitely more bemused, "What are you doing, baka?! Didn't I just tell you that I'm worried about tomorrow's shooting?! Let me go, I need to practice-"
Jin encircled Kame's torso from behind him, and tilted the struggling turtle's face none too gently towards his own before catching the angry mouth in a rough kiss. "So then, let's practice." Jin bit out gruffly. His hands started undoing Kame's shirt buttons. "You're having trouble controlling your expressions whilst men molest you? Fine, close your eyes and pretend to be sleeping." By now a speechless Kame had been divested of his long sleeve shirt. Well as 'divested' as one could be with arms restrained, so it was more like Jin had undone the buttons and pushed the fabric as far away as possible from Kame's torso.
"You play Kyohei and I'll be the pervert." Jin murmured hotly in Kame's ear, pressing fevered kisses to the soft, white nape of his neck. "I'll molest you, and you work on controlling your reactions."
Jin slid a large warm hand up Kame's flat stomach, over his softly rising chest. Kame heard Jin whisper a breathless, "Try not to laugh" before those talented figures found an already hard nipple, and gave it a quick pinch.
Kame gasped, and felt his breath stutter. A jolt of pure heat inflamed him from within and he was achingly hard within seconds. 'Laugh?!' Kame thought incredulously, 'How can anyone laugh at a time like this?!'
As Jin's fingers repeated the actions on his other nipple, Kame's jaw fell slack and he let out a soft moan. His head fell back against the chair softly and he felt the arousing presence of Jin behind him.
Jin tsked, "Now, that isn't exactly controlling your reactions, now is it...Kyohei?" Even as he spoke, his hands travelled lower and started to deftly undo Kame's jeans.
Kame's eyes shot open at Jin's comment, suddenly realising what was going on. He tried to squirm his lower body away from Jin's fumbling hands. "I'm suppose to be working on controlling my laughing, you... baka yaro!" His breath hitched as Jin brushed against his already weeping cock. "T-T-This isn't helping me practice that at all- Hey- stop! Don't-"
Despite his protests, Kame still ended up pantless, jeans shoved off by Jin. The already completely black eyes of Jin turned - impossibly - even darker as even more anger and more lust surged through his body. "I'm playing the pervert, remember? If this lewd body is going to react like this to just any man's touch, then obviously, you need a lot more practice."
On that note, Jin's hands delved into Kame's underwear and roughly gripped his, by now, soaking wet cock. Kame bit his lip to stifle a soft wail that slipped out anyway. He tried to clear the blank whiteness that was fogging up his mind and glared back at Jin. "Th-that's not- it isn't- fuck, let go, baka- let go!"
But the harder Kame tugged on his restrains or tried to twist his hips away, the more forceful Jin's hand became, now moving steadily up and down the turtle's leaking hard on, insisting on his pleasure. Jin lips found Kame's neck again and bit down quite hard, sucking, before soothing the angry red mark with his tongue. "Try to resist," Jin whispered, voice filled with laughter, "You're suppose to be disgusted, remember?" His hand moved faster causing the younger boy to twist more desperately, moans increasing rapidly in volume, "Kame... I think you're breaking character..."
Kame looked up at Jin with an angry yet incredibly wanton gaze as he struggled to clear his hazy mind and Jin saw tears of frustrated pleasure pool in those large brown eyes, coupled with the blush that now decorated that pretty lust-filled face. "T-this... ah!... This isn't how it g-goes at all..." Kame bit out between moans, "K-Kyohei's hands and - ah! Fuck! -" That maddening touch was threatening to overwhelm him. Kame just hoped he wouldn't start begging soon. "His hands and f-feet are tied with a pink ribbon- flimsy, easy to break - shit... - not handcuffs... and none of his clothes are removed either!" Too late Kame realised that his underwear had been stolen from him too. He was now sitting almost entirely naked in Jin's kitchen, handcuffed to Jin's chair, being molested as 'practice' for filming tomorrow.
Fuck. Kame would laugh if he wasn't terrified that desperate pleas for more would end up leaving his lips instead.
Jin just shrugged without ceasing his movements, "Opps."
Kame struggled within Jin's warm arms, "W-what do you mean 'opps'?! Let me go! This isn't-" But before Kame had even finished his sentence, Jin's hand suddenly dropped away from his cock.
Kame keened as all that delicious heat was removed all at once, unable to stop his hips from lifting clear off the chair in a silent plea. He blinked furiously and tried to turn his head to follow wherever Jin was retreating to.
Where was that baka going?! Don't leave me like this!
"J-Jin!" Kame cried out hoarsely as his penis dripped more precum, and he could feel his hole clench and unclench in desperation and want. He was so close...
A warm chuckle came from in front of him, and Kame blinked past the tears of pleasure in his eyes to somewhat make out Jin's kneeling form in front of him.
'I hate you Akanishi Jin!' Kame cried out furiously in his mind, ashamed of how wanton Jin always managed to make him. And to make matters worse, Kame's traitorous body doubled in need at the sight of Jin's handsome face. His blush deepened as he caught sight of his licentious appearance reflected in Jin's dark eyes. No wonder Jin was making fun of his lack of control. He practically had the words 'fuck me' stamped in rainbow colours over his chest.
But Jin you're wrong... it's not every... it's... just you... just...
But before Kame could voice his thoughts, Jin interrupted him. "Eager aren't we? Tsk tsk tsk... such a lewd body, so undisciplined. Well, can't have you cumming too soon and ruining our 'rehearsal' now can we?" Using the hand not covered in Kame's precum, Jin lifted Kame's legs, one after another, and hoisted them up so that they draped across his shoulders. Kame, powerless to resist, restrained and distracted by Jin's hot breath directly caressing his cock, spread his long legs, his twitching hole now less than a metre away from Jin's smirking face. "And we can't only train your penis, otherwise you'll be vulnerable to attack... down here." And with that, Jin pushed on long slender finger, coated in Kame's precum, into Kame's tight, hot hole.
Kame arched his hips, desperately trying to take more of Jin in without even thinking, and cried out at the invasion. "Baka! No one else would else would attack t-there... ah... only you... ah! Ah!" A second finger had pushed in to join the first, and Kame could feel them forcing his small entrance open, coating his insides with his own cum.
Jin grinned, and started to thrust his fingers in harder, "Well, I am playing the role of the pervert right now" was the smartass response. "Aren't I playing my character perfectly?" But despite his whimsical tone, possessiveness shone out of his eyes.
No one else, character or no character, will ever do this to my Kazu-chan. He fingered Kame more fiercely, barely hanging onto his self-control.
Kame moaned loudly, hips pushing back at Jin's fingers instinctively, but he still managed a, "S...S'not a c-character for- for you- fuck! Jin! Oh god!" Jin had shoved in a third finger, Kame's cock jerked in response as he cried out in surprise. The digits stuffed inside him began viciously finger-fucking him. Incoherent gasps and moans spilled from those red lips.
Jin laughed lustfully, "Ah, you caught me. Guess I got the easier role." He slowly started to pull out his three fingers that were lodged inside of Kame's wet heat. "Whereas you... Kyohei... seem to be enjoying this too much, don't you think?" He withdrew his fingers until they were almost completely out and then shoved straight back in with a guttural groan. "Fuck, you're still so tight, even after all the times- ohh... you're sucking me in so fiercely. Yeeesss...This ass belongs to me." Jin muttered harshly through gritted teeth. All trances of teasing and humour gone from his face as he watched Kame, enraptured. One of the hardest things Jin ever has to do is tear his eyes away from Kame, which he has to whenever they were in front of a camera. But no matter how many years it's been since Jin first laid eyes on the hardworking turtle, everytime he looked at Kame, it felt like he was seeing a new expression, a new side, a new emotion. And every time Jin truly believes that there is no possible way for him to hunger for Kame more, to long for him more, to need him more, to miss him more, to fucking love him any more than he already does, he is proven wrong with just a smile flashed in his direction, a smile both gentle and reassuring and yet mischievious and naughty at the same time.
Jin pulled his fingers out and them shoved them back in even harder than before, hungrily watching Kame jerk against his restraints, eyes glazed over with desire, unable to stop the sob that wretched out of his throat. Kame's hips rutted savagely against the fingers that were fucking in and out of him.
Kame was gone, rational thought deserted him more and more with every deliberate brush against his prostrate from Jin's long fingers, without ever fully making contact with it. He stopped short of begging Jin to just do him already when he at least managed to remember that this was suppose to be about practising his resistance or something that seemed awfully unimportant right now with Jin's dick so close and yet too fucking far away from him. Then with one more hard shove from those long fingers into him, Kame's entire body contracted, jerking against his restraints, and he screamed Jin's name as his orgasm was ripped out of him.
Groaning in uncontrollable lust at the sight of Kame, Jin's free hand fumbled at his jean fastenings, freeing his aching hard on. Jin stood up between Kame's legs, maneuvering those long, slender limbs so that they were now spread even wider, resting on the high kitchen table, easily allowing Jin's fingers deeper access.
Kame whimpered, shaking weakly with unrelenting desire and embarrassment despite having just come, "P-please, Jin, not here- Bedroom, take me to the bedroom, please- it's em- embarrassing- I- I want to touch you, Jin, please, the handcuffs, I can't- I need-" He broke off, trembling under Jin's hot, penetrating gaze, his penis never even got a chance to wilt before the jolts of pleasure caused by Jin's fingers brought it fully back to life again.
Jin leant forward, hissing when his prick came into contact with Kame's skin, and caught the younger boy's lips in an ardent kiss. He groped, rather unsuccessfully, behind him for the keys to the handcuffs that he left somewhere on the table but instead his hand bumped into Kame's phone, which, at that very moment, began to ring loudly.
Jin concealed a pleased grin as he heard his own voice singing his newest solo blare out of that phone. But was less pleased that the loud ringing sounds seem to have brought Kame back slightly from his lust-induced stupor. And even less pleased when Kame started blearily asking to see who it was, it could be important-
And what made it worse was that when the ringing stopped, it was immediately replaced with T-TUN's voices, leaving Kame a message.
"Kame? Kaaammeeee~ Kame~~~"
Jin scowled, because, obviously their voices was definitely the thing he wanted to hear most in the middle of Kame smexing. They were both way too drunk on lust to even separate who was saying what anymore.
"Ne, you over at Jin's house, Kame-chan? Mou~ you know you should have come over to my place. In all the years I've known you, I can't believe I never fully molested your ass before but strangers you've known for five minutes got to do it?!"
Mock outrage coated someone's (most likely Koki's) words, and the sound of multiple childish foot stamping was heard.
"You hear that, Kame-chan?! We stomped our foot at you! Ha! Is Jin around? When he isn't, let's find a time to talk about how much you enjoyed the groping."
Jin's vision went red.
"Don't deny it! You know how much you love dropping hints without actually outright stating anything, you tease. Bet you loved a chance to expose a bit more of your personality without the chance of people seriously suspecting anything aside from you just following the script."
Kame stared up at Jin's murderous expression, nervous, his cock impossibly hard, and his hips with bucked involuntarily, not sure if he wanted Jin's fingers to be pulled out or shoved in deeper or what, all Kame knew was that if Jin didn't do something he was going to fucking lose it. He licked his lips nervously and tried again, "Jin, the handcuffs-"
"Is Jin gonna have to share your ass now?"
Jin stiffened. Then, before Kame even realised what was happening, Jin had yanked his fingers out. Kame didn't even have time to whine in disappointment at the loss when Jin's cock, thinly coated in Kame's cum as the only form of lubricant, pushed against his entrance, and with a choked groan, slammed in all the way to the hilt.
Kame entire body jerked and arched up completely off the seat, restrains be damned, his head banged sharply against the edge of the chair but he didn't care. His mouth dropped open in a silent scream and waves of pleasure assaulted his body. Oh god, he was going to cum again!
"Oh god fuck! Jin!" Kame gripped the sides of the chair as oh god he was stuffed full. So g-good... Kame trembled violently, hips already jerking against Jin's.
Jin gritted his teeth to stifle a howl. No matter how often he took Kame, every time felt like the first time all over again. Just like how it was all those years ago, when Jin started becoming fully aware of just how much the younger boy had grown, Kame had climbed into bed with Jin, just like he always did, only the difference this time was that after Kame had snuggled into Jin's warm chest, he leaned up and whispered softly in Jin's ear that he planned on being the next Mrs. Akanishi. Akanishi Kazuya. Akanishi felt slightly ashamed at how, being two years older, he technically took advantage of 16 year old Kame when he fucked him multiple times then and there, but he couldn't resist the turtle then anymore than he can now.
And fuck if he didn't feel just as tight as he did then. If Jin's control was just a little weaker, he'd have a permanent case of pre-mature ejaculations.
And it didn't help that Kame was just too fucking sexy for his own good, like that fucking wanton display of hula hooping on CTKT. His intoxicated expression just begged to be taken.
Jin glared hotly down at Kame, "Are you doing this on purpose?! You little tease. You make me so crazy- see if I'll let you off easy tonight!"
Hearing but past the point of being able to understand, Kame screamed as Jin pulled out to the tip then rammed all the way in again without waiting for Kame to adjust to his rough penetration. Fierce sparks shot up his spine as he was momentarily blinded by the pleasure.
Unbeknownst to them both, T-TUN had been talking this whole time.
"Hey, your voicemail duration thing is pretty long. Hey, you know what else I bet is long? That restaurant manager from your drama's penis!"
Jin snared. Enough was enough. He flipped open Kame's phone, with the complete and utter intention of either shutting off the phone or tell his bandmates to shut the fuck up and then shutting off the phone. But then Kame tightened even more around his cock.
Jin hissed, whipping round to look at Kame when he realised that the panting turtle was staring, stricken, at the phone in Jin's hand. "No! Please... don't make me- turnitoffturnitoff, Jin!" Kame thrashed against Jin, obviously misunderstanding something.
Jin might have taken his protests more seriously, if it were for the utterly flustered and embarrassed yet painfully aroused expression that adorn the younger boy's face.
Interesting...
Jin grinned evilly. He pressed the answer button, set it on loud speaker, and pushed it against Kame's ear.
The minute someone voice went, "Hello? Hello? Kame?" Jin used his free hand not balancing the phone to grip Kame's hips and he thrust straight back in.
Kame screamed out loud this time, panic and pleasure eating him up inside. Oh god...There was nothing he could do to stifle his sounds! The restraints made sure that Kame couldn't cover his mouth with anything, not his hands or his arms and Jin deliberately put a little bit of distance between them so that Kame couldn't latch onto Jin's neck or shoulders or lips, and just went in and out of him faster.
And there was nothing he could use to gag himself with!
Kame was mortified at what was happening, but even more so at his need for Jin to continue. He couldn't focus on anything besides Jin's hips slamming against his as he was speared into and stretched so fucking wide. His hips bucked jerkily against Jin without his consent, unable to silence his needy moans. He was just coherent enough to make out T-TUN's panicked hysteria travel out of the phone.
"Oh my god! Kame is being bullied by a demon!" That was unmistakably Tat-chan.
"Kame! Kame! Are you in danger?! Has Jack the Ripper come for you?! I told you dressing up as a prostitute for Halloween was a bad idea-" That had to be Maru.
A shameless moan was wretched out of Kame's abused throat as Jin took on a brutal thrusting rhythm. His eyes rolls back into his head as Jin's cock slammed straight into his prostate over and over again. "Ah! Ah! Ahh..." Kame's pleaded with Jin with his eyes, unable to form the words because his bandmates would end up hearing it, and then they would know what was actually happening.
("Kame! We're gonna call the police!")
Jin's crazed, lustful expression just deepened and he panted raggedly so that only Kame could hear, "Can - oh fuck tight - can you imagine what would happen if the police found you like this?" He pulled out and shoved back in. Kame's legs had dropped from the table and were now wound tightly around Jin's hips, head thrashing from side to side as he went along with Jin's thrust, reeling with mindless pleasure.
At Jin's words, panic seized up in Kame's chest, he panted out over the phone, "No... no police...ah! Oh...fuckfuckfuckohgod..."
A flurry of voices, practically garbled was heard.
("Oh god, he's probably gonna kill Kame if we call the police!"
"This happens all the time in those movies!"
"What are we gonna-")
Jin pushed the phone between the back of the chair and Kame's shoulders so that it could hold itself in place. With both his hands free, he could slam himself in even faster
Jin pushed his lips against Kame's and kissed him hungrily, his hips didn't stop their pistoning for even a second.
("Why are there kissing sounds? Are you making out with your serial killer Kame?!")
Every thrust was punctuated by the word mine from Jin's lips. in a voice that no longer sounded like his own, Jin groaned out, 'this ass is mine!'
("Hey- what-? No!"
"Your serial killer has no right to ownership of your ass Kame!"
"Give it back to Kame you weirdo! Give it back!"
"Kame! We need to have a talk about just letting random psychopaths waltz in and take your body parts-")
Kame twisted in Jin's arms, kissing harder, wiggling closer, wanting more more. At that moment, Kame felt his legs gripped by two strong hands and were being forcefully disentangled from Jin‘s body. Before Kame could protest, he found himself with his legs pushed up towards his chest, bent at the knee, and pushed as far apart as possible. Oh fuck. this position is so embarrassing. Kame became acutely aware of the fact that he was practically naked whilst Jin was still entirely clothed.
Jin's expression just grew hungrier as he was now intently watching Kame's hole twitch and clench, desperately trying to latch onto the hard shaft that was being pulled out of him. Kame felt his need, his panic, his desperation bubbling in his throat, threatening to make itself known. but, he was gonna make himself quiet, even if it was the last thing he did-
"Oh fuckfuck! N-no... oh- oh god, that's too deep, it's in too deep- Ahh!" Jin used the changed position of Kame's legs to spear upwards into Kame so hard that he ended up sitting on the seat with Kame in his lap, impaled on his cock, with the thick mushroom head of Jin’s penis shoved directly against Kame prostate. Jin loved how well the handcuffs worked for him, they had the ability to slide up and down the chair bars but still restrained Kame against it.
Kame gasped uncontrollably, writhing against Jin's form as the older one surged upwards and met his lips again and again with every violent penetration. Kame whimpered, as much as he loved T-TUN, they were really disturbing his time with Jin, and he really didn't want them to hear him fucking lose it with pleasure.
He cried out as he was impaled on Jin's cock over and over again. Jin was now pressed against him completely, hands pushing Kame's legs up and spreading them even wider than before, lips pressed against Kame's ear, feverishly whispering, Mine. Mine. Mine. Love you. Love you. Kazu. Mine. Love. Love you. Kazu.
"Jin! Phone... turn it off... d-don't want - ah! - don't want to cum like- like this. oh god yes!" His voice was so needy but fuck! Jin was hot and huge and hard and fucking hell, he wasn't showing any signs of letting up his attack on Kames ass. and there was nothing Kame could do except take every hot shove into him. Jin was fucking him so hard, and yet everytime Kame was sure he was going to be fucked into a pleasure-induced coma, Jin just went even faster. Which fucking hell could not be possible! but he fought the urge to cum, that moment belongs just to the two of them and Kame refused to share that with anyone. Jin was his.
Kame thrashed against the seat, sobs bursting out of him as he began to try and dislodge the phone from its position against his ear.
Jin pushed his mouth, hot and hungry, over Kame's, reached up and snapped the phone shut before sending it catering to the floor. Kame keened loudly with unrestrained desire as his hips rutted against Jin's, wanting more more.
"Close- fuck- so close! P-please... can't- I can't- no more-!"
Jin groaned with need, his cock became thicker as he stabbed at Kame's tight wet hole. "Tell me you love me, Kazu. Say it properly. Tell me you love me!"
"I love you. I love you. Jin. Jin. Please- IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou- Fuck! Jin! Can't- Jin-" Kame broke off with a scream and his cock erupted in forceful spurts as he came untouched for the second time that night. All the muscles in his body locked down and he clenched down on Jin's dick hard, shuddering and screaming as his body arched, cum splattering Jin's clothes.
Jin intended to fuck Kame through his orgasm but Kame's beautiful face was so fucking sexy in the throes of orgasm and that tight, merciless grip on his shaft made him lose it. he buried himself to the hilt and with a hoarse howl, pumped his kazu full of hot cum. Roaring triumphantly, Jin held the still climaxing turtle in his arms and let out load after load of his orgasm, splashing Kame's insides with it. more cum spurted into Kame and Jin groaned in pleasure, he was dirtying Kame, staining him, marking him.
He collapsed against the trembling turtle and kissed the pretty boy, 'I love you I love you I love you' he repeated. he groped around behind him and finally found the keys to unlock the handcuffs. he freed Kame's arms and the boy slumped against him, sated.
Kame hit Jin's back weakly as he panted out, 'I can't... believe... you did that..." the younger boy tried to appear mad but the thoroughly well-fucked happiness that radiated off of him ruined it.
Jin grinned, only slightly apologetic, and leaned down to kiss the boy again, "I'm sorry. Next time I'll try to realise that you were not writhing in pleasure and screaming for more."
Kame flushed and buried his face into Jin's chest. "Shuddup." was the barely intelligible response.
Jin nuzzled Kame's neck, breathing in the intoxicating scent he loved, "Wasn't every fibre of your body sweetly begging for me to love you harder?"
Kame writhed in embarrassment, "I... I didn't, don't ask me that kind of stuff!" Face red, eyes averted, Kame moved to lift himself off of Jin's dick but his shaking body couldn't handle the weight or Jin's rapidly rehardening prick. Kame wailed, almost blacking out from the intensity. he gripped the sides of the chair and tried to push himself upwards, anything to lessen that impalement. only gravity and Kame's lust worked against him, and the more he struggled to get away the deeper Jin’s cock ended up within him.
It was gonna be a long night.
Akanishi Jin was in the mood for bad fucking.
*
The next day on the film set
"Hai! Okay! Cut! Kamenashi-san, that position was excellent! You maintained that stillness fantastically! And the light blush of your face is even more alluring, it gives off a very sexy glow. Thank you for your hard work, everything was so realistic. And you didn't laugh at all! As expected of Kamenashi-san, you must have practised really hard." The director shook Kame's hand in a obliviously jovial manner.
The cute turtle's still present blush that adorned his face only deepened even more as Kame stammered out a response, his thoughts hadn't strayed from last night's events once. He shivered slightly as a warm hand slide up the back of his shirt to encircle his waist slightly, and didn't need to turn around to know that Jin was currently wearing a smug smile, face full of predatory satisfaction.
"Ah, soda," The director-san clapped his hands together, "Tomorrow we'll be shooting the scene where Kyohei explains to Sunako that a kiss is just a kiss if there is no love present, and we flash back to the times when random men would forcefully kiss you on the streets. So, Kamenashi-san, please make sure to study the scene where you're kissed whilst pinned to the hood of a car by one of our extras-"
Kame winced.
Jin's eyes turned red.
Before the director-san had even finished, Jin turned and practically ran out of the studio, dragging an anticipatory Kame out of the building to the carpark downstairs, fucking glad he drove today. It was slightly inconvenient that he had just purchased the car, but, you know what, ruthlessly fucking a mortified yet relentlessly cumming Kame on the hood would just make the vehicle all the more charming in the million and two different ways.
"Wait!" The director called to their rapidly disappearing forms, "Akanishi-san, where are you taking our lead actor?!"
"Practice!"
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Comment comment comment! Because they're like food to me, without them I'd die. Do you want that resting on your conscience? ^^;; I hope you liked the smut, I'm a little out of practice. But I'm a perv, so I'm hoping it'll just reawaken itself (silly)(smiley)
xspaarklingwine
Note: I don't think this scene (although it was in the manga and anime) will appear in the live drama because in the first episode Sunako and the rest of the boys put on makeup and dress up to infiltrate a high-society club to rescue Kyohei. This is similar to the manga/anime but in the manga, the reason why Kyohei had to be rescued was because he had been knocked out and was to be on the verge of getting molested in front of a large crowd.
Sadly, they decided to change this (cries). I personally can't get enough of molested!Kame myself xDDD;;
anyways...here's emmy-chan's FIRST EVER smut fic and ITS FOR ME!!! *happy dance*
Title: Akanishi Jin was in a Fucking Bad Mood (aka Practice)
Author: spaarklingwine
Pairing: AKame
Genre: PWP, Fluff
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Eh?! What do I need a disclaimer for?! Didn't you know AKame is actually controlled by fangirls. Seriously, AKame do this kind of NC-17 stuff all the time (nod nod)(laughs)(peace) Although I bet they do xDDDD;;
Summary: Kame's new drama Yamanade Nadeshiko Shichi Henge is filled with a lot more perverts who grope and fondle Kame than Jin originally expected. And Jin is not pleased. Well, since Kame wants to practice scenes, Jin is only more than happy to volunteer...
Warnings: Rough smex xD;; Slight 'exhibitionism' ... seriously, the 'plot' is basically just a thinly veiled excuse for loads of smut...>w<;;
Author's Notes:
(Inspired by this scene from Episode 3 of the anime - note: Blonde is Kyohei and Brunette is the Pervert xD;;)
This is dedicated to mikhaella23 , sorry it's an awfully awfully belated birthday fic (dodges flying bricks)(cries) But hopefully, you'll enjoy the smut bb~ xD;;;
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Akanishi Jin was in a fucking bad mood.
Bandage's promotion is going well, so Jin finally had the entire day to devote to Kame, only Kame had to finish filming the scenes for his new drama. Which was totally okay with Jin, he loved watching Kame work. He loved watching the turtle do anything really. Eat, sleep, dance, sing, act, playing sports, getting fucked, cumming... No matter what it was, his Kazu-chan was always so expressive, manly and mature, and yet girly and adorable at the same time.
But what he didn't want to watch was Kame's ass getting groped 500 times by other men. All the girls and their screaming were okay. Annoying, but not a big deal. KAT-TUN dealt with fangirls all the time, and nothing Kame ever did with girls ever gave off an air of anything more than brotherly affection or platonic friendship or respectful behaviour. But every time one of those men molested his turtle, Jin would be reminded of all the times he did that, and how a look of pure heat and want would instantly cross Kame's face. Even though Jin saw none of that lust today when Kame would get groped by random men, that embarrassed shyness still didn't sit well with Jin.
And neither did the look in those perverts' eyes.
Like, is it really necessary to practice so many times before shooting?! And why don't they remove their hands when conversing with the director?! There is no need to leave your hand there!
Jin entertained the idea of punching those men until they stopped moving for a few minutes. Thankfully the maniac smile that was currently on his face went unnoticed by the crew.
No wonder Kazu keeps saying my personality is more like Kyohei's.
Akanishi Jin was in a bad fucking mood.
Made only worse by the fact that - not only did he have to drive back home alone because the director wanted to discuss tomorrow's script with Kame so Kame was riding in the crew's van - but also because the minute Kame had stepped into Jin's house, he was already completely concentrated in memorising lines from the new script.
Goddamn his perfectionism!
Even Jin's attempt to vent some of his jealousy about the overwhelming gropage in Kame's new drama was just met with an amused yet distracted, "Isn't that nothing compared to your ANAN photoshoot and kissing a 17 year old in Bandage? Pervert." Kame smiled quickly before the turtle resumed alternating between giggling at the script and frowning in frustration.
Finally unable to resist, Jin slid up to Kame's hunched over form in the kitchen. "What's wrong, Kazu-chan?"
Kame looked clearly up at Jin for the first time since he got in, worry reflected deeply in his pretty brown eyes. He gestured to the script, "It's this scene that we're shooting tomorrow. Kyohei is kidnapped and brought to a club where he is put on display in front of all these rich people. He's knocked out and his hands and feet are bound. The host of the club intends to entertain his guests by fondling Kyohei defenseless self. The director wanted to talk to me about it because he said the tendency would be to want to laugh in those kind of situations, and it's hard to stay still. And he's right! I can't picture this scene without giggling! Just imagining myself having to hold perfectly still while a man molests me in front of a crowd makes me want to laugh in embarrassment! There is a bit where a construction worker gropes Kyohei that can be seen in the making video that was shown four days before the first episode aired but they had to cut it out of the real thing because I couldn't stop giggling!" Kame sighed in defeat. "I'm never going to get this right. It's not going to be realistic at all... " The adorably hardworking boy pouted, oblivious to the fact that Jin was currently imagining himself as Godzilla, tearing through Toyko, squashing all the perverts in this world.
The director and the screenplay writer first.
Jinzilla. Sounds good. Has a ring to it.
He ignored the voice in the back of his mind that asserted it sounded more like a dildo.
Stupid back-of-the-mind voice.
Face full of murderous intent, Jin yanked back the kitchen chair with Kame on it so that Kame's body was exposed and no longer under the safety of the kitchen table and was now sitting with his back to Jin.
Startled, Kame's lips parted in question, but Jin had already pulled out - not one - but two handcuffs out of nowhere. Before Kame could wonder why the fuck Jin kept handcuffs in the kitchen, both his arms were pulled back none too gently and the next thing he knew, cold mental encased in pink softness enclosed his wrists.
His arms were restrained on either side of him, cuffing his wrists to the separate sides of the seat. Jin swallowed thickly in anticipation, silently noting how truly wonderful his kitchen chairs were, the seats were soft and fluffy, and the back was made up of four wooden bars that were just small enough to fit handcuffs onto.
Kame tugged at his arms, bewildered. It didn't hurt at all, thanks to the pink fuzziness, but, "Why do you have pink fluffy handcuffs?!" Kame cried out, straining to turn and face Jin behind him, but finding it very difficult to do so with his upper body restrained.
”Pi got them for us for fun, but, they- they look really good on you." Jin said hoarsely. The idea of a helpless Kame, vulnerable, spread out, and helpless to resist the pleasure that Jin would give him was making Jin dizzy with the sudden lost of blood in his brain as they all travelled southwards at once.
Kame tugged again, slightly more angry and definitely more bemused, "What are you doing, baka?! Didn't I just tell you that I'm worried about tomorrow's shooting?! Let me go, I need to practice-"
Jin encircled Kame's torso from behind him, and tilted the struggling turtle's face none too gently towards his own before catching the angry mouth in a rough kiss. "So then, let's practice." Jin bit out gruffly. His hands started undoing Kame's shirt buttons. "You're having trouble controlling your expressions whilst men molest you? Fine, close your eyes and pretend to be sleeping." By now a speechless Kame had been divested of his long sleeve shirt. Well as 'divested' as one could be with arms restrained, so it was more like Jin had undone the buttons and pushed the fabric as far away as possible from Kame's torso.
"You play Kyohei and I'll be the pervert." Jin murmured hotly in Kame's ear, pressing fevered kisses to the soft, white nape of his neck. "I'll molest you, and you work on controlling your reactions."
Jin slid a large warm hand up Kame's flat stomach, over his softly rising chest. Kame heard Jin whisper a breathless, "Try not to laugh" before those talented figures found an already hard nipple, and gave it a quick pinch.
Kame gasped, and felt his breath stutter. A jolt of pure heat inflamed him from within and he was achingly hard within seconds. 'Laugh?!' Kame thought incredulously, 'How can anyone laugh at a time like this?!'
As Jin's fingers repeated the actions on his other nipple, Kame's jaw fell slack and he let out a soft moan. His head fell back against the chair softly and he felt the arousing presence of Jin behind him.
Jin tsked, "Now, that isn't exactly controlling your reactions, now is it...Kyohei?" Even as he spoke, his hands travelled lower and started to deftly undo Kame's jeans.
Kame's eyes shot open at Jin's comment, suddenly realising what was going on. He tried to squirm his lower body away from Jin's fumbling hands. "I'm suppose to be working on controlling my laughing, you... baka yaro!" His breath hitched as Jin brushed against his already weeping cock. "T-T-This isn't helping me practice that at all- Hey- stop! Don't-"
Despite his protests, Kame still ended up pantless, jeans shoved off by Jin. The already completely black eyes of Jin turned - impossibly - even darker as even more anger and more lust surged through his body. "I'm playing the pervert, remember? If this lewd body is going to react like this to just any man's touch, then obviously, you need a lot more practice."
On that note, Jin's hands delved into Kame's underwear and roughly gripped his, by now, soaking wet cock. Kame bit his lip to stifle a soft wail that slipped out anyway. He tried to clear the blank whiteness that was fogging up his mind and glared back at Jin. "Th-that's not- it isn't- fuck, let go, baka- let go!"
But the harder Kame tugged on his restrains or tried to twist his hips away, the more forceful Jin's hand became, now moving steadily up and down the turtle's leaking hard on, insisting on his pleasure. Jin lips found Kame's neck again and bit down quite hard, sucking, before soothing the angry red mark with his tongue. "Try to resist," Jin whispered, voice filled with laughter, "You're suppose to be disgusted, remember?" His hand moved faster causing the younger boy to twist more desperately, moans increasing rapidly in volume, "Kame... I think you're breaking character..."
Kame looked up at Jin with an angry yet incredibly wanton gaze as he struggled to clear his hazy mind and Jin saw tears of frustrated pleasure pool in those large brown eyes, coupled with the blush that now decorated that pretty lust-filled face. "T-this... ah!... This isn't how it g-goes at all..." Kame bit out between moans, "K-Kyohei's hands and - ah! Fuck! -" That maddening touch was threatening to overwhelm him. Kame just hoped he wouldn't start begging soon. "His hands and f-feet are tied with a pink ribbon- flimsy, easy to break - shit... - not handcuffs... and none of his clothes are removed either!" Too late Kame realised that his underwear had been stolen from him too. He was now sitting almost entirely naked in Jin's kitchen, handcuffed to Jin's chair, being molested as 'practice' for filming tomorrow.
Fuck. Kame would laugh if he wasn't terrified that desperate pleas for more would end up leaving his lips instead.
Jin just shrugged without ceasing his movements, "Opps."
Kame struggled within Jin's warm arms, "W-what do you mean 'opps'?! Let me go! This isn't-" But before Kame had even finished his sentence, Jin's hand suddenly dropped away from his cock.
Kame keened as all that delicious heat was removed all at once, unable to stop his hips from lifting clear off the chair in a silent plea. He blinked furiously and tried to turn his head to follow wherever Jin was retreating to.
Where was that baka going?! Don't leave me like this!
"J-Jin!" Kame cried out hoarsely as his penis dripped more precum, and he could feel his hole clench and unclench in desperation and want. He was so close...
A warm chuckle came from in front of him, and Kame blinked past the tears of pleasure in his eyes to somewhat make out Jin's kneeling form in front of him.
'I hate you Akanishi Jin!' Kame cried out furiously in his mind, ashamed of how wanton Jin always managed to make him. And to make matters worse, Kame's traitorous body doubled in need at the sight of Jin's handsome face. His blush deepened as he caught sight of his licentious appearance reflected in Jin's dark eyes. No wonder Jin was making fun of his lack of control. He practically had the words 'fuck me' stamped in rainbow colours over his chest.
But Jin you're wrong... it's not every... it's... just you... just...
But before Kame could voice his thoughts, Jin interrupted him. "Eager aren't we? Tsk tsk tsk... such a lewd body, so undisciplined. Well, can't have you cumming too soon and ruining our 'rehearsal' now can we?" Using the hand not covered in Kame's precum, Jin lifted Kame's legs, one after another, and hoisted them up so that they draped across his shoulders. Kame, powerless to resist, restrained and distracted by Jin's hot breath directly caressing his cock, spread his long legs, his twitching hole now less than a metre away from Jin's smirking face. "And we can't only train your penis, otherwise you'll be vulnerable to attack... down here." And with that, Jin pushed on long slender finger, coated in Kame's precum, into Kame's tight, hot hole.
Kame arched his hips, desperately trying to take more of Jin in without even thinking, and cried out at the invasion. "Baka! No one else would else would attack t-there... ah... only you... ah! Ah!" A second finger had pushed in to join the first, and Kame could feel them forcing his small entrance open, coating his insides with his own cum.
Jin grinned, and started to thrust his fingers in harder, "Well, I am playing the role of the pervert right now" was the smartass response. "Aren't I playing my character perfectly?" But despite his whimsical tone, possessiveness shone out of his eyes.
No one else, character or no character, will ever do this to my Kazu-chan. He fingered Kame more fiercely, barely hanging onto his self-control.
Kame moaned loudly, hips pushing back at Jin's fingers instinctively, but he still managed a, "S...S'not a c-character for- for you- fuck! Jin! Oh god!" Jin had shoved in a third finger, Kame's cock jerked in response as he cried out in surprise. The digits stuffed inside him began viciously finger-fucking him. Incoherent gasps and moans spilled from those red lips.
Jin laughed lustfully, "Ah, you caught me. Guess I got the easier role." He slowly started to pull out his three fingers that were lodged inside of Kame's wet heat. "Whereas you... Kyohei... seem to be enjoying this too much, don't you think?" He withdrew his fingers until they were almost completely out and then shoved straight back in with a guttural groan. "Fuck, you're still so tight, even after all the times- ohh... you're sucking me in so fiercely. Yeeesss...This ass belongs to me." Jin muttered harshly through gritted teeth. All trances of teasing and humour gone from his face as he watched Kame, enraptured. One of the hardest things Jin ever has to do is tear his eyes away from Kame, which he has to whenever they were in front of a camera. But no matter how many years it's been since Jin first laid eyes on the hardworking turtle, everytime he looked at Kame, it felt like he was seeing a new expression, a new side, a new emotion. And every time Jin truly believes that there is no possible way for him to hunger for Kame more, to long for him more, to need him more, to miss him more, to fucking love him any more than he already does, he is proven wrong with just a smile flashed in his direction, a smile both gentle and reassuring and yet mischievious and naughty at the same time.
Jin pulled his fingers out and them shoved them back in even harder than before, hungrily watching Kame jerk against his restraints, eyes glazed over with desire, unable to stop the sob that wretched out of his throat. Kame's hips rutted savagely against the fingers that were fucking in and out of him.
Kame was gone, rational thought deserted him more and more with every deliberate brush against his prostrate from Jin's long fingers, without ever fully making contact with it. He stopped short of begging Jin to just do him already when he at least managed to remember that this was suppose to be about practising his resistance or something that seemed awfully unimportant right now with Jin's dick so close and yet too fucking far away from him. Then with one more hard shove from those long fingers into him, Kame's entire body contracted, jerking against his restraints, and he screamed Jin's name as his orgasm was ripped out of him.
Groaning in uncontrollable lust at the sight of Kame, Jin's free hand fumbled at his jean fastenings, freeing his aching hard on. Jin stood up between Kame's legs, maneuvering those long, slender limbs so that they were now spread even wider, resting on the high kitchen table, easily allowing Jin's fingers deeper access.
Kame whimpered, shaking weakly with unrelenting desire and embarrassment despite having just come, "P-please, Jin, not here- Bedroom, take me to the bedroom, please- it's em- embarrassing- I- I want to touch you, Jin, please, the handcuffs, I can't- I need-" He broke off, trembling under Jin's hot, penetrating gaze, his penis never even got a chance to wilt before the jolts of pleasure caused by Jin's fingers brought it fully back to life again.
Jin leant forward, hissing when his prick came into contact with Kame's skin, and caught the younger boy's lips in an ardent kiss. He groped, rather unsuccessfully, behind him for the keys to the handcuffs that he left somewhere on the table but instead his hand bumped into Kame's phone, which, at that very moment, began to ring loudly.
Jin concealed a pleased grin as he heard his own voice singing his newest solo blare out of that phone. But was less pleased that the loud ringing sounds seem to have brought Kame back slightly from his lust-induced stupor. And even less pleased when Kame started blearily asking to see who it was, it could be important-
And what made it worse was that when the ringing stopped, it was immediately replaced with T-TUN's voices, leaving Kame a message.
"Kame? Kaaammeeee~ Kame~~~"
Jin scowled, because, obviously their voices was definitely the thing he wanted to hear most in the middle of Kame smexing. They were both way too drunk on lust to even separate who was saying what anymore.
"Ne, you over at Jin's house, Kame-chan? Mou~ you know you should have come over to my place. In all the years I've known you, I can't believe I never fully molested your ass before but strangers you've known for five minutes got to do it?!"
Mock outrage coated someone's (most likely Koki's) words, and the sound of multiple childish foot stamping was heard.
"You hear that, Kame-chan?! We stomped our foot at you! Ha! Is Jin around? When he isn't, let's find a time to talk about how much you enjoyed the groping."
Jin's vision went red.
"Don't deny it! You know how much you love dropping hints without actually outright stating anything, you tease. Bet you loved a chance to expose a bit more of your personality without the chance of people seriously suspecting anything aside from you just following the script."
Kame stared up at Jin's murderous expression, nervous, his cock impossibly hard, and his hips with bucked involuntarily, not sure if he wanted Jin's fingers to be pulled out or shoved in deeper or what, all Kame knew was that if Jin didn't do something he was going to fucking lose it. He licked his lips nervously and tried again, "Jin, the handcuffs-"
"Is Jin gonna have to share your ass now?"
Jin stiffened. Then, before Kame even realised what was happening, Jin had yanked his fingers out. Kame didn't even have time to whine in disappointment at the loss when Jin's cock, thinly coated in Kame's cum as the only form of lubricant, pushed against his entrance, and with a choked groan, slammed in all the way to the hilt.
Kame entire body jerked and arched up completely off the seat, restrains be damned, his head banged sharply against the edge of the chair but he didn't care. His mouth dropped open in a silent scream and waves of pleasure assaulted his body. Oh god, he was going to cum again!
"Oh god fuck! Jin!" Kame gripped the sides of the chair as oh god he was stuffed full. So g-good... Kame trembled violently, hips already jerking against Jin's.
Jin gritted his teeth to stifle a howl. No matter how often he took Kame, every time felt like the first time all over again. Just like how it was all those years ago, when Jin started becoming fully aware of just how much the younger boy had grown, Kame had climbed into bed with Jin, just like he always did, only the difference this time was that after Kame had snuggled into Jin's warm chest, he leaned up and whispered softly in Jin's ear that he planned on being the next Mrs. Akanishi. Akanishi Kazuya. Akanishi felt slightly ashamed at how, being two years older, he technically took advantage of 16 year old Kame when he fucked him multiple times then and there, but he couldn't resist the turtle then anymore than he can now.
And fuck if he didn't feel just as tight as he did then. If Jin's control was just a little weaker, he'd have a permanent case of pre-mature ejaculations.
And it didn't help that Kame was just too fucking sexy for his own good, like that fucking wanton display of hula hooping on CTKT. His intoxicated expression just begged to be taken.
Jin glared hotly down at Kame, "Are you doing this on purpose?! You little tease. You make me so crazy- see if I'll let you off easy tonight!"
Hearing but past the point of being able to understand, Kame screamed as Jin pulled out to the tip then rammed all the way in again without waiting for Kame to adjust to his rough penetration. Fierce sparks shot up his spine as he was momentarily blinded by the pleasure.
Unbeknownst to them both, T-TUN had been talking this whole time.
"Hey, your voicemail duration thing is pretty long. Hey, you know what else I bet is long? That restaurant manager from your drama's penis!"
Jin snared. Enough was enough. He flipped open Kame's phone, with the complete and utter intention of either shutting off the phone or tell his bandmates to shut the fuck up and then shutting off the phone. But then Kame tightened even more around his cock.
Jin hissed, whipping round to look at Kame when he realised that the panting turtle was staring, stricken, at the phone in Jin's hand. "No! Please... don't make me- turnitoffturnitoff, Jin!" Kame thrashed against Jin, obviously misunderstanding something.
Jin might have taken his protests more seriously, if it were for the utterly flustered and embarrassed yet painfully aroused expression that adorn the younger boy's face.
Interesting...
Jin grinned evilly. He pressed the answer button, set it on loud speaker, and pushed it against Kame's ear.
The minute someone voice went, "Hello? Hello? Kame?" Jin used his free hand not balancing the phone to grip Kame's hips and he thrust straight back in.
Kame screamed out loud this time, panic and pleasure eating him up inside. Oh god...There was nothing he could do to stifle his sounds! The restraints made sure that Kame couldn't cover his mouth with anything, not his hands or his arms and Jin deliberately put a little bit of distance between them so that Kame couldn't latch onto Jin's neck or shoulders or lips, and just went in and out of him faster.
And there was nothing he could use to gag himself with!
Kame was mortified at what was happening, but even more so at his need for Jin to continue. He couldn't focus on anything besides Jin's hips slamming against his as he was speared into and stretched so fucking wide. His hips bucked jerkily against Jin without his consent, unable to silence his needy moans. He was just coherent enough to make out T-TUN's panicked hysteria travel out of the phone.
"Oh my god! Kame is being bullied by a demon!" That was unmistakably Tat-chan.
"Kame! Kame! Are you in danger?! Has Jack the Ripper come for you?! I told you dressing up as a prostitute for Halloween was a bad idea-" That had to be Maru.
A shameless moan was wretched out of Kame's abused throat as Jin took on a brutal thrusting rhythm. His eyes rolls back into his head as Jin's cock slammed straight into his prostate over and over again. "Ah! Ah! Ahh..." Kame's pleaded with Jin with his eyes, unable to form the words because his bandmates would end up hearing it, and then they would know what was actually happening.
("Kame! We're gonna call the police!")
Jin's crazed, lustful expression just deepened and he panted raggedly so that only Kame could hear, "Can - oh fuck tight - can you imagine what would happen if the police found you like this?" He pulled out and shoved back in. Kame's legs had dropped from the table and were now wound tightly around Jin's hips, head thrashing from side to side as he went along with Jin's thrust, reeling with mindless pleasure.
At Jin's words, panic seized up in Kame's chest, he panted out over the phone, "No... no police...ah! Oh...fuckfuckfuckohgod..."
A flurry of voices, practically garbled was heard.
("Oh god, he's probably gonna kill Kame if we call the police!"
"This happens all the time in those movies!"
"What are we gonna-")
Jin pushed the phone between the back of the chair and Kame's shoulders so that it could hold itself in place. With both his hands free, he could slam himself in even faster
Jin pushed his lips against Kame's and kissed him hungrily, his hips didn't stop their pistoning for even a second.
("Why are there kissing sounds? Are you making out with your serial killer Kame?!")
Every thrust was punctuated by the word mine from Jin's lips. in a voice that no longer sounded like his own, Jin groaned out, 'this ass is mine!'
("Hey- what-? No!"
"Your serial killer has no right to ownership of your ass Kame!"
"Give it back to Kame you weirdo! Give it back!"
"Kame! We need to have a talk about just letting random psychopaths waltz in and take your body parts-")
Kame twisted in Jin's arms, kissing harder, wiggling closer, wanting more more. At that moment, Kame felt his legs gripped by two strong hands and were being forcefully disentangled from Jin‘s body. Before Kame could protest, he found himself with his legs pushed up towards his chest, bent at the knee, and pushed as far apart as possible. Oh fuck. this position is so embarrassing. Kame became acutely aware of the fact that he was practically naked whilst Jin was still entirely clothed.
Jin's expression just grew hungrier as he was now intently watching Kame's hole twitch and clench, desperately trying to latch onto the hard shaft that was being pulled out of him. Kame felt his need, his panic, his desperation bubbling in his throat, threatening to make itself known. but, he was gonna make himself quiet, even if it was the last thing he did-
"Oh fuckfuck! N-no... oh- oh god, that's too deep, it's in too deep- Ahh!" Jin used the changed position of Kame's legs to spear upwards into Kame so hard that he ended up sitting on the seat with Kame in his lap, impaled on his cock, with the thick mushroom head of Jin’s penis shoved directly against Kame prostate. Jin loved how well the handcuffs worked for him, they had the ability to slide up and down the chair bars but still restrained Kame against it.
Kame gasped uncontrollably, writhing against Jin's form as the older one surged upwards and met his lips again and again with every violent penetration. Kame whimpered, as much as he loved T-TUN, they were really disturbing his time with Jin, and he really didn't want them to hear him fucking lose it with pleasure.
He cried out as he was impaled on Jin's cock over and over again. Jin was now pressed against him completely, hands pushing Kame's legs up and spreading them even wider than before, lips pressed against Kame's ear, feverishly whispering, Mine. Mine. Mine. Love you. Love you. Kazu. Mine. Love. Love you. Kazu.
"Jin! Phone... turn it off... d-don't want - ah! - don't want to cum like- like this. oh god yes!" His voice was so needy but fuck! Jin was hot and huge and hard and fucking hell, he wasn't showing any signs of letting up his attack on Kames ass. and there was nothing Kame could do except take every hot shove into him. Jin was fucking him so hard, and yet everytime Kame was sure he was going to be fucked into a pleasure-induced coma, Jin just went even faster. Which fucking hell could not be possible! but he fought the urge to cum, that moment belongs just to the two of them and Kame refused to share that with anyone. Jin was his.
Kame thrashed against the seat, sobs bursting out of him as he began to try and dislodge the phone from its position against his ear.
Jin pushed his mouth, hot and hungry, over Kame's, reached up and snapped the phone shut before sending it catering to the floor. Kame keened loudly with unrestrained desire as his hips rutted against Jin's, wanting more more.
"Close- fuck- so close! P-please... can't- I can't- no more-!"
Jin groaned with need, his cock became thicker as he stabbed at Kame's tight wet hole. "Tell me you love me, Kazu. Say it properly. Tell me you love me!"
"I love you. I love you. Jin. Jin. Please- IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou- Fuck! Jin! Can't- Jin-" Kame broke off with a scream and his cock erupted in forceful spurts as he came untouched for the second time that night. All the muscles in his body locked down and he clenched down on Jin's dick hard, shuddering and screaming as his body arched, cum splattering Jin's clothes.
Jin intended to fuck Kame through his orgasm but Kame's beautiful face was so fucking sexy in the throes of orgasm and that tight, merciless grip on his shaft made him lose it. he buried himself to the hilt and with a hoarse howl, pumped his kazu full of hot cum. Roaring triumphantly, Jin held the still climaxing turtle in his arms and let out load after load of his orgasm, splashing Kame's insides with it. more cum spurted into Kame and Jin groaned in pleasure, he was dirtying Kame, staining him, marking him.
He collapsed against the trembling turtle and kissed the pretty boy, 'I love you I love you I love you' he repeated. he groped around behind him and finally found the keys to unlock the handcuffs. he freed Kame's arms and the boy slumped against him, sated.
Kame hit Jin's back weakly as he panted out, 'I can't... believe... you did that..." the younger boy tried to appear mad but the thoroughly well-fucked happiness that radiated off of him ruined it.
Jin grinned, only slightly apologetic, and leaned down to kiss the boy again, "I'm sorry. Next time I'll try to realise that you were not writhing in pleasure and screaming for more."
Kame flushed and buried his face into Jin's chest. "Shuddup." was the barely intelligible response.
Jin nuzzled Kame's neck, breathing in the intoxicating scent he loved, "Wasn't every fibre of your body sweetly begging for me to love you harder?"
Kame writhed in embarrassment, "I... I didn't, don't ask me that kind of stuff!" Face red, eyes averted, Kame moved to lift himself off of Jin's dick but his shaking body couldn't handle the weight or Jin's rapidly rehardening prick. Kame wailed, almost blacking out from the intensity. he gripped the sides of the chair and tried to push himself upwards, anything to lessen that impalement. only gravity and Kame's lust worked against him, and the more he struggled to get away the deeper Jin’s cock ended up within him.
It was gonna be a long night.
Akanishi Jin was in the mood for bad fucking.
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The next day on the film set
"Hai! Okay! Cut! Kamenashi-san, that position was excellent! You maintained that stillness fantastically! And the light blush of your face is even more alluring, it gives off a very sexy glow. Thank you for your hard work, everything was so realistic. And you didn't laugh at all! As expected of Kamenashi-san, you must have practised really hard." The director shook Kame's hand in a obliviously jovial manner.
The cute turtle's still present blush that adorned his face only deepened even more as Kame stammered out a response, his thoughts hadn't strayed from last night's events once. He shivered slightly as a warm hand slide up the back of his shirt to encircle his waist slightly, and didn't need to turn around to know that Jin was currently wearing a smug smile, face full of predatory satisfaction.
"Ah, soda," The director-san clapped his hands together, "Tomorrow we'll be shooting the scene where Kyohei explains to Sunako that a kiss is just a kiss if there is no love present, and we flash back to the times when random men would forcefully kiss you on the streets. So, Kamenashi-san, please make sure to study the scene where you're kissed whilst pinned to the hood of a car by one of our extras-"
Kame winced.
Jin's eyes turned red.
Before the director-san had even finished, Jin turned and practically ran out of the studio, dragging an anticipatory Kame out of the building to the carpark downstairs, fucking glad he drove today. It was slightly inconvenient that he had just purchased the car, but, you know what, ruthlessly fucking a mortified yet relentlessly cumming Kame on the hood would just make the vehicle all the more charming in the million and two different ways.
"Wait!" The director called to their rapidly disappearing forms, "Akanishi-san, where are you taking our lead actor?!"
"Practice!"
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Comment comment comment! Because they're like food to me, without them I'd die. Do you want that resting on your conscience? ^^;; I hope you liked the smut, I'm a little out of practice. But I'm a perv, so I'm hoping it'll just reawaken itself (silly)(smiley)
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Note: I don't think this scene (although it was in the manga and anime) will appear in the live drama because in the first episode Sunako and the rest of the boys put on makeup and dress up to infiltrate a high-society club to rescue Kyohei. This is similar to the manga/anime but in the manga, the reason why Kyohei had to be rescued was because he had been knocked out and was to be on the verge of getting molested in front of a large crowd.
Sadly, they decided to change this (cries). I personally can't get enough of molested!Kame myself xDDD;;