[one-shot] My Little Princess (aka Tama-chan's 20th B-day fic)
Title: My Little Princess (aka Tama-chan's 20th B-day fic)
Fandom: Kis-My-Ft2 (TamaMiya)
Rating: NC-17 (gasp)
Genre: Fluff/Romance
Disclaimer: Don’t own them.
Summary: It's an unspoken tradition that you get woken up at midnight on your birthday. Miyata is all for enforcing that tradition.
NOTE: So... I'm a little embarrassed that I wrote this? Like, I don't know how it even happened. I was just sitting at my desk at school and was like, "Oh. Tama-chan's birthday should be coming up. I should write him a fic," and then this came out.
Beta'd by snowqueenofhoth because god knows I needed it. Thanks!
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“Yuta,” Miyata murmurs, pushing at Tamamori’s cheek with his nose. His arms are currently wrapped tightly around Tamamori’s shoulder and waist, with no intention of moving just yet.
When Tamamori does nothing more than murmur something in his sleep, Miyata nudges at his cheek again. “Yuta…”
Not opening his eyes, Tamamori finally mutters, “What…”
“Happy Birthday~!” Miyata says, proud to have stayed up until midnight.
“Thank you. I’m legal now.”
When Tamamori says nothing after that, Miyata nudges him again. “Is the grumpiness a ‘no’ to birthday sex?”
He can feel Tamamori pause at this, like he's actually thinking about it, but it’s not long before Miyata chuckles, shifting closer to where he can feel the beginnings of Tamamori’s interest against his hip. “Relax. I’ll do all the work.”
Tamamori is sighing contently as Miyata rolls them over so that his weight presses Tamamori into the mattress. “Is sex the only thing I’m getting for my birthday this year?” he asks as Miyata runs a warm hand up his leg.
“Is sex the only thing you want this year?” Miyata asks in return before leaning down to nip at his collarbone. He grins when Tamamori’s back arches a little in response and licks his way up his neck. Miyata leaves a kiss behind Tamamori’s left ear before backing up to look him in the eye. He smiles softly. “You can have anything you want.”
He does have an actual present for Tamamori and had been really looking forward to seeing it on him, but it’ll definitely have to wait for later.
Tamamori smiles back. “I want you.”
“You already have me… ALL of me,” Miyata murmurs before dropping down to kiss Tamamori on the lips. Tamamori’s breath is a little stale from sleep, but Miyata ignores it and it goes away soon enough. An embarrassed Tamamori is cute too, but personally, Miyata loves it when Tamamori feels comfortable enough to say things like that.
Miyata breaks the kiss to search for the bottle of lube they’d tossed somewhere earlier that night. Tamamori lets out a small whine as Miyata gets up from the bed when the initial search fails. “Did you check under the bed?”
“Uh-huh…” Miyata mutters, because it’s not under the bed… “AHA!” It was under Tamamori’s jeans.
Tamamori rolls his eyes at Miyata’s glee, but is lifting his knees even as Miyata crawls back up the bed. Miyata lets out a low hum of appreciation, kissing the inside of Tamamori’s knee. Warming a dollop of lube between his fingers, he leans a cheek against the same knee and smiles lovingly at Tamamori.
When Miyata inserts the first finger, he’s met with little resistance, seeing as how they’ve already gone at it earlier that night, and soon adds a second.
By the time he adds a third, they’re both hard, and with the way Tamamori is pushing down against his fingers, Miyata doesn’t think he's going to last very long.
“Toshiya…” Tamamori whines as softly as he can manage. It won’t do either of them any good to wake Tamamori’s parents up, but Miyata thinks that there’s definitely no way he’s going to last if Tamamori keeps making noises like that.
He can’t remove his fingers and coat himself fast enough and they both let out low moans when Miyata finally pushes in.
Miyata takes a deep breath before moving, trying to control himself so that he can set a steady pace, but Tamamori’s having none of it, body arching up to meet him, inevitably forcing him into a faster tempo.
When Tamamori reaches up to thread his fingers through his hair and pulls, moaning, “More, more, more,” Miyata can’t hold back anymore. Crushing his mouth down on Tamamori’s, he fucks him the way he wants to.
Tamamori goes over the edge first, but Miyata follows almost immediately after, unable to resist the hot squeeze of Tamamori’s body around him.
Pulling out gently, Miyata allows himself to collapse, draping himself across Tamamori. When his breathing begins to return to normal, he lifts his head up just enough to kiss Tamamori on the cheek. “Happy Birthday, Yuta.”
“Thanks.” His eyes have already slid shut, but he has a pleased smile on his face. “Get the blanket, will you,” he says, making a vague gesture towards the blanket they’d kicked off the bed.
“Anything for my princess,” Miyata says, grinning when Tamamori lets out a snort.
Back under the blanket and Tamamori's warm body tucked in against his, Miyata presses a kiss against his temple. "Happy Birthday, Yuta," he says again softly, smiling when he realizes that Tamamori's already fallen back asleep.
OWARI
A/N: Happy 20th Birthday Tama-chan~! You're finally an adult! Like Miyacchi. haha...
And I'm experimenting with font size. Is this too big? Too small? Just right? I'd like to know. Thanks. ^^
Ok. I'm gonna go hide now cause I'm still a little embarrassed (Ok. Horrified.) that I wrote this. Yes, yes, I read NC-17 fics all the time, but this is my first time writing one.
