All I Want is Cheesecake! [everyone/Yamapi]
Title: All I Want is Cheesecake!
Rating: hard R
Pairing: Pin, NEWS/Pi, RyoPi, TakkiPi
Notes: so this is THE Yamapi birthday-sex fic!!1 because on Yamapi’s birthday, he should receive lots of love, amirite. Basically this is everyone/Pi - well not really, but there is the spanked!Pi that Anita called for although I am not sure if I did that concept justice. Well Yamapi, ilu, I really do, everyone don’t let this fic make you think otherwise!!
i. Yamapi bustles about his bedroom, getting ready for work when his phone rings. "Hello?" he answers quickly, not even bothering to check who it is. When a screeching voice yells "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PI!" so loudly that Yamapi jerks the phone a foot away from his ear and it's still too loud, he sighs in exasperation and bemusement. "Thanks, Jin," he says cheerfully, smiling.
"I have a present for you," Jin declares proudly, and Yamapi pauses. "And you’re going to bring it over later?”
"Of course not," Jin huffs. "It's not that kind of present. Are you in the bedroom?"
Yamapi tilts his head. "...Yes?"
"Okay, close your eyes," Jin prompts. "I'm coming in, I push you back onto the bed, crushing your lips with mine, can you imagine it? I grind my hips into yours, just the way you like it, and then I unbutton your shirt as fast as I can. I'm rubbing my hands all over your chest-" Jin pauses. "Are you even wearing a shirt with buttons? Well if not, I can just pull it off-"
"Jin," Yamapi interrupts, "sorry, but I have work and although I appreciate the gesture, I don't have time for phone sex right now!"
"I- what? But Pi," Jin whines as pleadingly as he can, "I spent all day writing out this script for you! I haven't even gotten close to the blowjob yet-"
ii. It’s when Yamapi gets into the dressing room with NEWS that he feels there’s something wrong. All ten eyes of his fellow members are focused on him, and the majority looks insanely hungry. And when Ryo closes the door and locks it, Yamapi really, really wishes that he didn’t have to work on his birthday.
“Twenty-two years old, huh?” Ryo drawls. “That’s twenty-three then, one for luck.”
“What?” Yamapi squeaks, as everyone seems to lurch forward at him. Ryo seizes his hand tightly. “I wanted it to be spanks,” he says darkly, maneuvering himself so that his body presses against the younger man’s, and he whispers his words hotly into Yamapi’s pale ear. “Your jeans and boxers pulled down to your knees, bent over my lap, nice and comfy, just the two of us, my hand and your ass.” He pulls away slightly, grinning maniacally at the prospect. “But the rest of them wanted to be in on whatever I was doing too, and I wasn’t about to let anyone touch this ass but me.”
“What, then?” Yamapi ventures nervously. “Twenty-three what?”
It would be an understatement to say that Yamapi was surprised when Koyama spun him around to grab his shoulders and pull him in for a kiss, all lips save the slightest hint of tongue. “Twenty-three kisses, my prince,” Koyama announces proudly once they break apart. And as Yamapi begins to flail, Shige comes before him and places a hand ever so lightly under Yamapi’s chin, quieting his awkward sputtering. “It’s just member love,” he says easily before placing a quick kiss on Yamapi’s soft mouth. “That’s two.”
“Shige?” Yamapi gapes because it’s Shige, and he is a braniac and one would think that he would be more prudish than he currently seems. But Shige just gives him a silly smile and says, “Well if Koyama does it, I have to follow suit.”
“I want ten,” Ryo declares somewhere in the background, and Yamapi hears Tego protest indignantly. “It’s five! You only get five! Four each and then we jankenponed for the last three! Be fair, Ryo-tan!” Something in these words jerks Yamapi out of his frozen state, and he turns to bolt out the door because there is just something freaky about your five male bandmates all wanting to kiss you, but when he turns around, Ryo is in his face and Yamapi feels like a furry little bunny staring down the barrel of a hunter’s gun. But instead of shooting him, Ryo simply places one hand on Yamapi’s shoulder and the other at the back of his head and pulls Yamapi in for a fierce kiss, all tongue and hard sucking, until Yamapi has to break away for air.
“Yamashita-san,” Tegoshi breathes in a low voice, and he - Tegoshi - cups Yamapi’s face his in hands and pulls him close for a slow, sweet kiss, the complete opposite of Ryo’s, just the slightest bit of tongue gliding across Yamapi’s bottom lip before sucking it lightly. Yamapi reaches up to push Tegoshi away because it feels good, but it’s Tegoshi, the baby of the group, but then Massu intercepts him, holding Yamapi’s hand in his own, placing light kisses on his fingertips and palm.
Yamapi gives up, as Koyama licks at the corner of his mouth and Tegoshi presses a kiss to his neck. Clearly one cannot win against five, but he doesn’t exactly call it losing either.
iii. “Close your eyes and put out your hands,” Ryo says, standing in Yamapi’s doorframe. The birthday boy does immediately as he’s told, hoping very strongly for baked cheesecake. But when he feels cool metal around his wrists, he opens his eyes wide and mouths wordlessly at Ryo. Handcuffs. Ryo cackles and tackles him to the ground, sitting on his hips and pulling rope from his pocket to bind Yamapi’s ankles. “You’re too easy,” he says cockily, eyeing his captive.
“What the fuck, Ryo,” Yamapi says angrily, struggling against his bonds. “I thought you were going to give me cheesecake, you asshole.”
“Yeah, well,” Ryo says casually as he lifts Yamapi up and throws him onto the couch. “I wanted to do the spanking thing. Deal with it.”
“No!” Yamapi protests, fruitlessly swinging his arms and legs at Ryo, who manages to doge every blow (after all, Yamapi’s range is severely limited). Ryo simply smiles as Yamapi, already tired from today’s tapings, stops resisting, and Ryo unbuttons the other boy’s jeans. Yamapi pouts helplessly as Ryo pulls his pants and boxers down and rearranges the positioning so that Yamapi is bent awkwardly over Ryo’s knees while he sits comfortably on the couch. Yamapi sighs resignedly. “I hate your stupid kinks,” he mumbles.
“It’s only twenty-three,” Ryo says mock-comfortingly, and Yamapi closes his eyes and braces for impact. The first slap cracks and stings, and the next few are even worse, but with every spank, Yamapi’s cock rubs harshly against the rough fabric of Ryo’s jeans, and he quickly learns that if he focuses on that sensation, the pain is much easier to take. But after the first ten, Ryo’s slaps become less and less forceful, until he relegates to rubbing light circles on Yamapi’s cheeks. “Your peach looks cuter pink,” he muses smugly. At this point Yamapi is painfully hard from the friction, but when he tries to reach down and relieve himself, Ryo’s knees are in the way. The older man frowns when Yamapi wiggles in effort to create more friction with Ryo’s jeans, and he flips Yamapi back onto the couch, careful to place him on his side and not on his sore behind. “Birthday present,” he says, kissing the tip of Yamapi’s erection before sliding as much as he can into his mouth.
iv. “There’s the birthday boy!” Takki exclaims happily, and Yamapi’s delighted smile grows wider as he sees the bakery box in Takki’s hands. “Is that-”
“Cheesecake!” Takki grins knowingly, and Yamapi beams, taking the box from his senpai almost gleefully. “Come in, come in,” he sings, setting the box onto the low table before immediately setting off for forks and plates. When he returns to sit next to Takki, the cake is already out of the box and Yamapi can smell its sweet aroma, oh cheesecake, this is what birthdays are for-Takki places a hand on Yamapi’s wrist, and the birthday boy tears his eyes away from the cheesecake. Takki merely smiles and says, “Let me serve it to you.” With that, he sticks a fork right into the cheesecake and places it in his mouth. Yamapi makes an annoyed face for a split second-the next instant, Takki’s lips are on his, pushing the creamy cheese into his mouth. Yamapi swallows as they break away, and Takki, with a serious face, places a hand under Yamapi’s chin to pull him close and lick a bit of white off of the younger boy’s lip.
Yamapi’s not sure how Takki, only three years older than he is, can still make him feel like an awkward little boy, albeit as very special awkward little boy. But he doesn’t really care, he thinks, as they share another bite of cheesecake.
“I have a bottle of champagne, too,” Takki says huskily, pressing sweet kisses down Yamapi’s neck. “I could pour that all over you and lick it off,” he suggests, tasting the curve where the boy’s neck meets his shoulder.
v. They lie in Yamapi’s bed, sticky and sweaty but deliriously happy, because it’s been a while since they’ve been together. Somehow, when Jin had come to Yamapi’s door, they’d gone straight to the bedroom.
“It was a good present,” Yamapi smiles, flicking sweat from his brow.
“I know,” Jin agrees. “Hey, Pi?”
“Yeah?”
“Will you give me whatever I want for my birthday?”
Yamapi pauses. “What do you want?” he asks suspiciously.
There is an uncomfortable pause before Jin laughs nervously. “Oh, nothing much,” he says, trying to sound breezy but failing. “It won’t even cost you anything.”
“Out with it.”
“I…I want to watch you touch yourself,” Jin says, and Yamapi stares at him incredulously.
“No.”
“But!” Jin protests. “It’s so kinky!”
“No, Jin,” Yamapi says resolutely. “That’s just awkward.” As Jin opens his mouth indignantly, Yamapi covers his mouth with his own to silence him. Yamapi slides his tongue past Jin’s lips, and Jin responds immediately. When they break apart, Jin tilts his head. “What were we talking about?” he asks, trying to remember.
“You were just wishing me a happy birthday,” Yamapi says simply.
“Oh, oh right,” Jin smiles. “Twenty-two, I love you,” he rhymes in English, and Yamapi smiles, just glad to have him back.
Rating: hard R
Pairing: Pin, NEWS/Pi, RyoPi, TakkiPi
Notes: so this is THE Yamapi birthday-sex fic!!1 because on Yamapi’s birthday, he should receive lots of love, amirite. Basically this is everyone/Pi - well not really, but there is the spanked!Pi that Anita called for although I am not sure if I did that concept justice. Well Yamapi, ilu, I really do, everyone don’t let this fic make you think otherwise!!
i. Yamapi bustles about his bedroom, getting ready for work when his phone rings. "Hello?" he answers quickly, not even bothering to check who it is. When a screeching voice yells "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PI!" so loudly that Yamapi jerks the phone a foot away from his ear and it's still too loud, he sighs in exasperation and bemusement. "Thanks, Jin," he says cheerfully, smiling.
"I have a present for you," Jin declares proudly, and Yamapi pauses. "And you’re going to bring it over later?”
"Of course not," Jin huffs. "It's not that kind of present. Are you in the bedroom?"
Yamapi tilts his head. "...Yes?"
"Okay, close your eyes," Jin prompts. "I'm coming in, I push you back onto the bed, crushing your lips with mine, can you imagine it? I grind my hips into yours, just the way you like it, and then I unbutton your shirt as fast as I can. I'm rubbing my hands all over your chest-" Jin pauses. "Are you even wearing a shirt with buttons? Well if not, I can just pull it off-"
"Jin," Yamapi interrupts, "sorry, but I have work and although I appreciate the gesture, I don't have time for phone sex right now!"
"I- what? But Pi," Jin whines as pleadingly as he can, "I spent all day writing out this script for you! I haven't even gotten close to the blowjob yet-"
ii. It’s when Yamapi gets into the dressing room with NEWS that he feels there’s something wrong. All ten eyes of his fellow members are focused on him, and the majority looks insanely hungry. And when Ryo closes the door and locks it, Yamapi really, really wishes that he didn’t have to work on his birthday.
“Twenty-two years old, huh?” Ryo drawls. “That’s twenty-three then, one for luck.”
“What?” Yamapi squeaks, as everyone seems to lurch forward at him. Ryo seizes his hand tightly. “I wanted it to be spanks,” he says darkly, maneuvering himself so that his body presses against the younger man’s, and he whispers his words hotly into Yamapi’s pale ear. “Your jeans and boxers pulled down to your knees, bent over my lap, nice and comfy, just the two of us, my hand and your ass.” He pulls away slightly, grinning maniacally at the prospect. “But the rest of them wanted to be in on whatever I was doing too, and I wasn’t about to let anyone touch this ass but me.”
“What, then?” Yamapi ventures nervously. “Twenty-three what?”
It would be an understatement to say that Yamapi was surprised when Koyama spun him around to grab his shoulders and pull him in for a kiss, all lips save the slightest hint of tongue. “Twenty-three kisses, my prince,” Koyama announces proudly once they break apart. And as Yamapi begins to flail, Shige comes before him and places a hand ever so lightly under Yamapi’s chin, quieting his awkward sputtering. “It’s just member love,” he says easily before placing a quick kiss on Yamapi’s soft mouth. “That’s two.”
“Shige?” Yamapi gapes because it’s Shige, and he is a braniac and one would think that he would be more prudish than he currently seems. But Shige just gives him a silly smile and says, “Well if Koyama does it, I have to follow suit.”
“I want ten,” Ryo declares somewhere in the background, and Yamapi hears Tego protest indignantly. “It’s five! You only get five! Four each and then we jankenponed for the last three! Be fair, Ryo-tan!” Something in these words jerks Yamapi out of his frozen state, and he turns to bolt out the door because there is just something freaky about your five male bandmates all wanting to kiss you, but when he turns around, Ryo is in his face and Yamapi feels like a furry little bunny staring down the barrel of a hunter’s gun. But instead of shooting him, Ryo simply places one hand on Yamapi’s shoulder and the other at the back of his head and pulls Yamapi in for a fierce kiss, all tongue and hard sucking, until Yamapi has to break away for air.
“Yamashita-san,” Tegoshi breathes in a low voice, and he - Tegoshi - cups Yamapi’s face his in hands and pulls him close for a slow, sweet kiss, the complete opposite of Ryo’s, just the slightest bit of tongue gliding across Yamapi’s bottom lip before sucking it lightly. Yamapi reaches up to push Tegoshi away because it feels good, but it’s Tegoshi, the baby of the group, but then Massu intercepts him, holding Yamapi’s hand in his own, placing light kisses on his fingertips and palm.
Yamapi gives up, as Koyama licks at the corner of his mouth and Tegoshi presses a kiss to his neck. Clearly one cannot win against five, but he doesn’t exactly call it losing either.
iii. “Close your eyes and put out your hands,” Ryo says, standing in Yamapi’s doorframe. The birthday boy does immediately as he’s told, hoping very strongly for baked cheesecake. But when he feels cool metal around his wrists, he opens his eyes wide and mouths wordlessly at Ryo. Handcuffs. Ryo cackles and tackles him to the ground, sitting on his hips and pulling rope from his pocket to bind Yamapi’s ankles. “You’re too easy,” he says cockily, eyeing his captive.
“What the fuck, Ryo,” Yamapi says angrily, struggling against his bonds. “I thought you were going to give me cheesecake, you asshole.”
“Yeah, well,” Ryo says casually as he lifts Yamapi up and throws him onto the couch. “I wanted to do the spanking thing. Deal with it.”
“No!” Yamapi protests, fruitlessly swinging his arms and legs at Ryo, who manages to doge every blow (after all, Yamapi’s range is severely limited). Ryo simply smiles as Yamapi, already tired from today’s tapings, stops resisting, and Ryo unbuttons the other boy’s jeans. Yamapi pouts helplessly as Ryo pulls his pants and boxers down and rearranges the positioning so that Yamapi is bent awkwardly over Ryo’s knees while he sits comfortably on the couch. Yamapi sighs resignedly. “I hate your stupid kinks,” he mumbles.
“It’s only twenty-three,” Ryo says mock-comfortingly, and Yamapi closes his eyes and braces for impact. The first slap cracks and stings, and the next few are even worse, but with every spank, Yamapi’s cock rubs harshly against the rough fabric of Ryo’s jeans, and he quickly learns that if he focuses on that sensation, the pain is much easier to take. But after the first ten, Ryo’s slaps become less and less forceful, until he relegates to rubbing light circles on Yamapi’s cheeks. “Your peach looks cuter pink,” he muses smugly. At this point Yamapi is painfully hard from the friction, but when he tries to reach down and relieve himself, Ryo’s knees are in the way. The older man frowns when Yamapi wiggles in effort to create more friction with Ryo’s jeans, and he flips Yamapi back onto the couch, careful to place him on his side and not on his sore behind. “Birthday present,” he says, kissing the tip of Yamapi’s erection before sliding as much as he can into his mouth.
iv. “There’s the birthday boy!” Takki exclaims happily, and Yamapi’s delighted smile grows wider as he sees the bakery box in Takki’s hands. “Is that-”
“Cheesecake!” Takki grins knowingly, and Yamapi beams, taking the box from his senpai almost gleefully. “Come in, come in,” he sings, setting the box onto the low table before immediately setting off for forks and plates. When he returns to sit next to Takki, the cake is already out of the box and Yamapi can smell its sweet aroma, oh cheesecake, this is what birthdays are for-Takki places a hand on Yamapi’s wrist, and the birthday boy tears his eyes away from the cheesecake. Takki merely smiles and says, “Let me serve it to you.” With that, he sticks a fork right into the cheesecake and places it in his mouth. Yamapi makes an annoyed face for a split second-the next instant, Takki’s lips are on his, pushing the creamy cheese into his mouth. Yamapi swallows as they break away, and Takki, with a serious face, places a hand under Yamapi’s chin to pull him close and lick a bit of white off of the younger boy’s lip.
Yamapi’s not sure how Takki, only three years older than he is, can still make him feel like an awkward little boy, albeit as very special awkward little boy. But he doesn’t really care, he thinks, as they share another bite of cheesecake.
“I have a bottle of champagne, too,” Takki says huskily, pressing sweet kisses down Yamapi’s neck. “I could pour that all over you and lick it off,” he suggests, tasting the curve where the boy’s neck meets his shoulder.
v. They lie in Yamapi’s bed, sticky and sweaty but deliriously happy, because it’s been a while since they’ve been together. Somehow, when Jin had come to Yamapi’s door, they’d gone straight to the bedroom.
“It was a good present,” Yamapi smiles, flicking sweat from his brow.
“I know,” Jin agrees. “Hey, Pi?”
“Yeah?”
“Will you give me whatever I want for my birthday?”
Yamapi pauses. “What do you want?” he asks suspiciously.
There is an uncomfortable pause before Jin laughs nervously. “Oh, nothing much,” he says, trying to sound breezy but failing. “It won’t even cost you anything.”
“Out with it.”
“I…I want to watch you touch yourself,” Jin says, and Yamapi stares at him incredulously.
“No.”
“But!” Jin protests. “It’s so kinky!”
“No, Jin,” Yamapi says resolutely. “That’s just awkward.” As Jin opens his mouth indignantly, Yamapi covers his mouth with his own to silence him. Yamapi slides his tongue past Jin’s lips, and Jin responds immediately. When they break apart, Jin tilts his head. “What were we talking about?” he asks, trying to remember.
“You were just wishing me a happy birthday,” Yamapi says simply.
“Oh, oh right,” Jin smiles. “Twenty-two, I love you,” he rhymes in English, and Yamapi smiles, just glad to have him back.