Fic - Happi Birthday
Title: Happi Birthday Lame, yes, I know >.>
Group: NEWS/Kanjani8+Jin
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: ....>.>... Ryo/Ohkura/Jin/Kusano/Pi
Word Count: 2,219
Notes: For Crys <3. Also all her fault. It may also be a little bit Yamapi's birthday shenanigan's fault (Koki fell asleepbecause I know nothing about him)
Hypothetical orgy (there are enough people but they split off)
Editz plz? :X
They’d all deny being drunk but it would be mot point because Koki can barely stand up and he is, with Jin’s help, shown to the guest bed (Pin’s dog bed but Koki is too far gone to care and it is soft anyways).
There is fumbling with jackets and they stumble over each other when they finally spill into the living room. Ohkura making it to the couch and sprawling on it with Ryo laying across his lap, head over his legs (Ohkura’s groggy and a bit drunk so he allows himself to stroke a hand through Ryo’s hair, it’s soft but tangled near the back of his neck where sweat has dried from the club).
Yamapi, to his credit, manages to not pull Kusano and Jin down with him when he makes it almost all the way to the couch (leaning his back against it). Kusano flops down on Yamapi’s legs and Yamapi groans and frowns, hands feebly trying to push him off. Jin eyes Kusano warily, looking extremely intimidating with one of the model’s panties around his neck (the monkey and Kusano shouldn’t be left alone to plot games together ever.)
“Hey, I didn’t bring your birthday present,” Kusano says, stumbling over the words and making Jin glares, wary and suspicious. Kusano isn’t afraid.
“S’okay,” Yamapi waves a hand, shifting his legs slowly so as not to jostle Kusano.
“I can give it to you now,” Kusano leans up ungracefully and doesn’t break eye contact with Yamapi. There’s something in his voice, promise, a tiny bit suggestive, maybe? Or maybe it was just really slutty (it is sort of hard to tell with his friends). Kusano ignores Jin poking him hard in the back-- he has more important things to focus on, like getting the frustrating belt buckle unclasped and kissing the shocked look off of Yamapi’s face.
Really now, it wasn’t that long ago that they were in NEWS. Yamapi shouldn’t be surprised.
“Oi, Kusano, hands off,” Jin whines, and tugs hard at the back of Kusano’s shirt. He makes a frustrated and really loud noise of protest, all of his volume control long gone.
Kusano pulls away, reluctantly and Yamapi looks a bit dazed and Jin happy for the moment-he doesn’t miss the challenging look Kusano sends him though.
Yamapi’s stomach growls loud and they dissolve into giggles.
“Caaaake,” Yamapi whines and makes grabby motions for the slightly deformed box (someone’s hand, ass or was it foot? Landed on it).
Ohkura’s half awake, too tired for cake right now and he watches (this vaguely resembles a Kanjani8 party but by now they would have been naked) silently amused, trying not to laugh when Ryo’s snores catch in his throat and he makes gurgling noises.
Kusano is busy trying to fight with the box, eventually winning and bringing the half eating and half crushed cake over to Yamapi.
“Cake!” Kusano grins.
Yamapi smiles brightly and is too drunk to care about things like silverware when he has cake.
Yamapi’s reflexes are most definitely hindered but so are Kusano’s so it makes little sense that Kusano would be able to get a hand full of cake and then manage to smush it over his face before Yamapi can lift a hand. A few expressions cross his face, a frown, exasperation, a grimace and then he flicks out his tongue to lick the frosting from his lips and he wants to laugh at the expression on Kusano’s face. He gets a hand halfway raised before Kusano’s tongue is in his mouth, again, and his hand ends up spreading frosting on Kusano’s shirt.
Jin makes a jealous sound and scoots closer, licking bits of cake and sugary sweet frosting from Yamapi’s cheek.
“Gross,” Yamapi slurs, and makes a face before Jin is bumping Kusano out of the way and kissing him hard and fast and hot; then Yamapi pretty much stops thinking and he doesn’t mind it at all.
His face still feels a bit slobbery and wet, it is odd but he sort of doesn’t mind it anymore. He doesn’t protest when Kusano goes back to his face, foregoing competing with Jin in favor of getting the rest of the cake off of Yamapi’s cheek.
Ohkura is wide-awake now, Ryo still deafening him from his position on Ohkura’s stomach. When Kusano’s hand slides over the front of Yamapi’s jeans, Ohkura thinks that Ryo might just wake up with Ohkura’s hard on pressing uncomfortably into his shoulder.
Ohkura wonders, drunkenly, if he could get away with rubbing off on Ryo-he is a heavy sleeper.
Yamapi moans, loud and full and he realizes that Jin and Kusano probably have their hands around his cock and are most likely pulling him off. Ohkura gives up on worrying about Ryo’s reaction and thrusts up against him, biting his lip because fuck that is hot.
“What the shit?” Ryo grouches and leans up a bit and Ohkura looks a bit flustered. Ryo turns his head and is just in time to see Jin go down on Yamapi and Kusano muffle Yamapi’s groan with his mouth, pulling his head back and sliding a hand up his shirt.
“Oh.” Ryo doesn’t sound surprised and Ohkura bites down harshly against a rather pathetic noise, he’s still shifting his hips up.
“You were going to dry hump my neck?” Ryo sounds incredulous and Ohkura frowns at him and his answer is covered by Yamapi’s stream of incoherent curses.
“Wake me up next time,” Ryo doesn’t call him an idiot but his tone implies it, the only reason Ohkura doesn’t shove Ryo’s big head off of his lap is that he’s pulling down his too tight jeans and Ohkura likes where this is going.
He watches closely as Jin and Kusano have Yamapi scrunching his eyes shut and fisting his hands in their clothes.
“Akanishi, shove over, you’re in the way,” Kusano grins and Jin makes a high-pitched offended noise.
“You’re in my way, gorilla,” Jin glares at Kusano and languidly pulls on Yamapi’s cock.
“Stop fighting,” Yamapi growls and they both freeze at his commanding tone.
Ohkura absently thinks the fighting is kind of hot and groans.
“You’re kinky, Tacchon,” Ryo licks at Ohkura’s ear and gets a hand firmly wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly. “Getting off on them fucking.”
Ohkura means to laugh but it comes out as more of a grunt; he blames Ryo for being a whore and being unusually good at handjobs. It isn’t his fault.
“Coming from you?” He snaps back. Ohkura gets tired of Ryo mocking him and thinks his mouth would be better used elsewhere (and, really, he has definitely thought Ryo must have practice at blow jobs too. Why else would he get to fuck Uchi.) Ryo gets the hint, the hands on his shoulders are far from subtle and he scoots down, rolling his eyes.
Ohkura’s focused on Kusano and Jin jankening and Pi digging, fumbling, underneath a chair cushion.
“You owe me,” Ryo warns him as he pulls his boxers down his thighs and leans forward, licking up the underside of Ohkura’s cock.
Ohkura’s nods frantically and moans at the first touch of Ryo’s tongue-he’s worked up! Not easy.
He watches, rapt as something is decided and Kusano is on all fours in the middle of the living room and Ohkura doesn’t remember his pants coming off.
Yamapi presses a slicked finger into Kusano at the same time Ryo sucks the tip of Ohkura’s cock into his mouth and two loud moans fill the room.
Ohkura’s eyes flick over to watch Jin, his own hand around his cock (pants and boxers stripped already). By the time Yamapi has two fingers in Kusano, Jin is pouring some of the contents of the small bottle onto his own fingers and is kissing the back of Yamapi’s neck as he presses a finger in, sliding it in and out. Ohkura’s breathing gets harsher and he absently strokes a hand through Ryo’s hair. Groaning as he watches things progress and getting extra worked up because Ryo feels like teasing tonight.
“More,” Kusano’s voice is ragged and he rolls his hips hard against Yamapi’s fingers (three) and Yamapi quickly grabs for a condom, struggling with the wrapper for a few seconds while Kusano waits, anticipation tingling through him.
Jin’s panting against Yamapi’s neck, still pumping his fingers in and out, watching over Yamapi’s shoulder and he slides on the condom and slicks him self with lube. Jin hides a grin in Yamapi’s neck when he hears three different voices when Yamapi pushes into Kusano.
“Mine,” Jin whispers hotly against Yamapi’s ear when he finally thrusts in, hands on Yamapi’s hips so he can control how fast they move.
Ohkura starts pushing lightly on Ryo’s head, trying to get him to move in time with the way Jin is fucking Yamapi is fucking Kusano. Ryo complies for a minute or two before he pulls back and sucks at the tip, licking at the precome and making Ohkura shudder.
Kusano rocks back hard against Yamapi’s thrusts and Yamapi feels completely overwhelmed with Jin hot against his back and Kusano hot around him and he felt in control before but that was probably never the case. He lets Jin speed up the pace, trying to time it right so they’re coordinated. Yamapi leans forward and bites lightly at the side of Kusano’s neck, and Kusano makes a desperate noise at the change of angle and another one when Yamapi’s hand finds its way between his legs and starts pulling him off.
Jin’s moans start overpowering the others as he gets closer and his hips move frantically, faster and faster and Yamapi can’t quite keep up so Jin leans forward and grabs onto Kusano’s hips and makes them keep up, Yamapi’s breath catches and his hand falters on Kusano’s cock.
Ohkura’s back arches and he pulls on Ryo’s hair when he moans around his cock. Ryo has one hand in between his legs, pressing against the front of his jeans, the other on the couch by Ohkura’s hip.
Yamapi comes first, shuddering and gasping in between them as Jin keeps thrusting into him and pushing him forward into Kusano. Yamapi doesn’t move, he can’t with Jin at his back and Kusano still pressed up hot against him, now that he came he can focus more of his attention on jerking Kusano off fast.
Jin speeds up even more and Yamapi knows he is close from the way Jin’s muffling his desperate noises against his neck. Kusano comes with a sharp cry and Jin follows a few seconds later, feebly thrusting through his orgasm while sweat clings at his forehead and drips down into his eyes.
Ohkura’s been making choked noises through all of this and even Ryo’s hand stroking softly at his hip while he bobs his head up and down doesn’t stop him from jerking and making a ragged sound when he comes hard.
Ryo wipes at the corner of his mouth and Ohkura strokes fondly through his hair, grinning stupidly at him.
“Happy Birthday,” Kusano collapses with a sated sigh and Yamapi follows.
Jin snorts but is thinking the same thing. Kusano makes a grunting noise when Yamapi squirms on top of him and Jin, because he can flops down on top of Yamapi and Kusano wheezes.
“Ge’off.” The carpet muffles Kusano’s gasp for air.
“Already did,” Jin says happily.
“I haven’t,” Ryo complains. Ohkura’s fallen asleep on him and he is going to be in so much trouble tomorrow, the brat.
“Having problems, Ryo-chan?” Jin sing songs, smirking at him from his sprawled position.
Ryo swears. Kusano says something but it is unintelligible.
Ryo bites his lip and starts stroking over his neglected cock and Yamapi turns his head to watch. He catches Ryo’s eyes and Ryo strokes faster. He’s been worked up for a while and he flicks his wrist, watching Yamapi watch him and feeling the stares of the other two too. His face feels hot and he shifts on the couch, trying to get comfortable.
Ryo groans and squeezes his cock, locking eyes with Yamapi and biting at his lip. So close.
“Ryo-chan,” Yamapi says, his voice still rough, and Ryo moans and spills over his hand as he strokes through his orgasm.
“Kusano-chan is dying here,” Kusano manages to get out and Yamapi contemplates pushing Jin off and scooting over to let Kusano up, but that would require moving and he’s too sleepy for that.
“If you have the breath to mock, you’re fine,” Ryo snorts.
“Why don’t you just go blow Uchi.” Kusano sticks his tongue out, and wiggles more.
Ryo rolls his eyes and gives him an unimpressed look.
Yamapi lets out a small noise when Kusano makes a last ditch attempt to thrust up and dislodge them.
A pause and Kusano grins.
“If you let me up, I’ll blow you…” Kusano drawls. Yamapi considers it and rolls off, dislodging Jin who ends up banging his shin against the end table and cursing. Ryo laughs.
“…sometime, before you get wrinkly and old.”
Yamapi frowns at him and jabs his hands in Kusano’s sides.
“That’s only a few years from now!” Kusano insists and Yamapi wonders why he likes him so much. Brat.
Group: NEWS/Kanjani8+Jin
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: ....>.>... Ryo/Ohkura/Jin/Kusano/Pi
Word Count: 2,219
Notes: For Crys <3. Also all her fault. It may also be a little bit Yamapi's birthday shenanigan's fault (Koki fell asleepbecause I know nothing about him)
Hypothetical orgy (there are enough people but they split off)
Editz plz? :X
They’d all deny being drunk but it would be mot point because Koki can barely stand up and he is, with Jin’s help, shown to the guest bed (Pin’s dog bed but Koki is too far gone to care and it is soft anyways).
There is fumbling with jackets and they stumble over each other when they finally spill into the living room. Ohkura making it to the couch and sprawling on it with Ryo laying across his lap, head over his legs (Ohkura’s groggy and a bit drunk so he allows himself to stroke a hand through Ryo’s hair, it’s soft but tangled near the back of his neck where sweat has dried from the club).
Yamapi, to his credit, manages to not pull Kusano and Jin down with him when he makes it almost all the way to the couch (leaning his back against it). Kusano flops down on Yamapi’s legs and Yamapi groans and frowns, hands feebly trying to push him off. Jin eyes Kusano warily, looking extremely intimidating with one of the model’s panties around his neck (the monkey and Kusano shouldn’t be left alone to plot games together ever.)
“Hey, I didn’t bring your birthday present,” Kusano says, stumbling over the words and making Jin glares, wary and suspicious. Kusano isn’t afraid.
“S’okay,” Yamapi waves a hand, shifting his legs slowly so as not to jostle Kusano.
“I can give it to you now,” Kusano leans up ungracefully and doesn’t break eye contact with Yamapi. There’s something in his voice, promise, a tiny bit suggestive, maybe? Or maybe it was just really slutty (it is sort of hard to tell with his friends). Kusano ignores Jin poking him hard in the back-- he has more important things to focus on, like getting the frustrating belt buckle unclasped and kissing the shocked look off of Yamapi’s face.
Really now, it wasn’t that long ago that they were in NEWS. Yamapi shouldn’t be surprised.
“Oi, Kusano, hands off,” Jin whines, and tugs hard at the back of Kusano’s shirt. He makes a frustrated and really loud noise of protest, all of his volume control long gone.
Kusano pulls away, reluctantly and Yamapi looks a bit dazed and Jin happy for the moment-he doesn’t miss the challenging look Kusano sends him though.
Yamapi’s stomach growls loud and they dissolve into giggles.
“Caaaake,” Yamapi whines and makes grabby motions for the slightly deformed box (someone’s hand, ass or was it foot? Landed on it).
Ohkura’s half awake, too tired for cake right now and he watches (this vaguely resembles a Kanjani8 party but by now they would have been naked) silently amused, trying not to laugh when Ryo’s snores catch in his throat and he makes gurgling noises.
Kusano is busy trying to fight with the box, eventually winning and bringing the half eating and half crushed cake over to Yamapi.
“Cake!” Kusano grins.
Yamapi smiles brightly and is too drunk to care about things like silverware when he has cake.
Yamapi’s reflexes are most definitely hindered but so are Kusano’s so it makes little sense that Kusano would be able to get a hand full of cake and then manage to smush it over his face before Yamapi can lift a hand. A few expressions cross his face, a frown, exasperation, a grimace and then he flicks out his tongue to lick the frosting from his lips and he wants to laugh at the expression on Kusano’s face. He gets a hand halfway raised before Kusano’s tongue is in his mouth, again, and his hand ends up spreading frosting on Kusano’s shirt.
Jin makes a jealous sound and scoots closer, licking bits of cake and sugary sweet frosting from Yamapi’s cheek.
“Gross,” Yamapi slurs, and makes a face before Jin is bumping Kusano out of the way and kissing him hard and fast and hot; then Yamapi pretty much stops thinking and he doesn’t mind it at all.
His face still feels a bit slobbery and wet, it is odd but he sort of doesn’t mind it anymore. He doesn’t protest when Kusano goes back to his face, foregoing competing with Jin in favor of getting the rest of the cake off of Yamapi’s cheek.
Ohkura is wide-awake now, Ryo still deafening him from his position on Ohkura’s stomach. When Kusano’s hand slides over the front of Yamapi’s jeans, Ohkura thinks that Ryo might just wake up with Ohkura’s hard on pressing uncomfortably into his shoulder.
Ohkura wonders, drunkenly, if he could get away with rubbing off on Ryo-he is a heavy sleeper.
Yamapi moans, loud and full and he realizes that Jin and Kusano probably have their hands around his cock and are most likely pulling him off. Ohkura gives up on worrying about Ryo’s reaction and thrusts up against him, biting his lip because fuck that is hot.
“What the shit?” Ryo grouches and leans up a bit and Ohkura looks a bit flustered. Ryo turns his head and is just in time to see Jin go down on Yamapi and Kusano muffle Yamapi’s groan with his mouth, pulling his head back and sliding a hand up his shirt.
“Oh.” Ryo doesn’t sound surprised and Ohkura bites down harshly against a rather pathetic noise, he’s still shifting his hips up.
“You were going to dry hump my neck?” Ryo sounds incredulous and Ohkura frowns at him and his answer is covered by Yamapi’s stream of incoherent curses.
“Wake me up next time,” Ryo doesn’t call him an idiot but his tone implies it, the only reason Ohkura doesn’t shove Ryo’s big head off of his lap is that he’s pulling down his too tight jeans and Ohkura likes where this is going.
He watches closely as Jin and Kusano have Yamapi scrunching his eyes shut and fisting his hands in their clothes.
“Akanishi, shove over, you’re in the way,” Kusano grins and Jin makes a high-pitched offended noise.
“You’re in my way, gorilla,” Jin glares at Kusano and languidly pulls on Yamapi’s cock.
“Stop fighting,” Yamapi growls and they both freeze at his commanding tone.
Ohkura absently thinks the fighting is kind of hot and groans.
“You’re kinky, Tacchon,” Ryo licks at Ohkura’s ear and gets a hand firmly wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly. “Getting off on them fucking.”
Ohkura means to laugh but it comes out as more of a grunt; he blames Ryo for being a whore and being unusually good at handjobs. It isn’t his fault.
“Coming from you?” He snaps back. Ohkura gets tired of Ryo mocking him and thinks his mouth would be better used elsewhere (and, really, he has definitely thought Ryo must have practice at blow jobs too. Why else would he get to fuck Uchi.) Ryo gets the hint, the hands on his shoulders are far from subtle and he scoots down, rolling his eyes.
Ohkura’s focused on Kusano and Jin jankening and Pi digging, fumbling, underneath a chair cushion.
“You owe me,” Ryo warns him as he pulls his boxers down his thighs and leans forward, licking up the underside of Ohkura’s cock.
Ohkura’s nods frantically and moans at the first touch of Ryo’s tongue-he’s worked up! Not easy.
He watches, rapt as something is decided and Kusano is on all fours in the middle of the living room and Ohkura doesn’t remember his pants coming off.
Yamapi presses a slicked finger into Kusano at the same time Ryo sucks the tip of Ohkura’s cock into his mouth and two loud moans fill the room.
Ohkura’s eyes flick over to watch Jin, his own hand around his cock (pants and boxers stripped already). By the time Yamapi has two fingers in Kusano, Jin is pouring some of the contents of the small bottle onto his own fingers and is kissing the back of Yamapi’s neck as he presses a finger in, sliding it in and out. Ohkura’s breathing gets harsher and he absently strokes a hand through Ryo’s hair. Groaning as he watches things progress and getting extra worked up because Ryo feels like teasing tonight.
“More,” Kusano’s voice is ragged and he rolls his hips hard against Yamapi’s fingers (three) and Yamapi quickly grabs for a condom, struggling with the wrapper for a few seconds while Kusano waits, anticipation tingling through him.
Jin’s panting against Yamapi’s neck, still pumping his fingers in and out, watching over Yamapi’s shoulder and he slides on the condom and slicks him self with lube. Jin hides a grin in Yamapi’s neck when he hears three different voices when Yamapi pushes into Kusano.
“Mine,” Jin whispers hotly against Yamapi’s ear when he finally thrusts in, hands on Yamapi’s hips so he can control how fast they move.
Ohkura starts pushing lightly on Ryo’s head, trying to get him to move in time with the way Jin is fucking Yamapi is fucking Kusano. Ryo complies for a minute or two before he pulls back and sucks at the tip, licking at the precome and making Ohkura shudder.
Kusano rocks back hard against Yamapi’s thrusts and Yamapi feels completely overwhelmed with Jin hot against his back and Kusano hot around him and he felt in control before but that was probably never the case. He lets Jin speed up the pace, trying to time it right so they’re coordinated. Yamapi leans forward and bites lightly at the side of Kusano’s neck, and Kusano makes a desperate noise at the change of angle and another one when Yamapi’s hand finds its way between his legs and starts pulling him off.
Jin’s moans start overpowering the others as he gets closer and his hips move frantically, faster and faster and Yamapi can’t quite keep up so Jin leans forward and grabs onto Kusano’s hips and makes them keep up, Yamapi’s breath catches and his hand falters on Kusano’s cock.
Ohkura’s back arches and he pulls on Ryo’s hair when he moans around his cock. Ryo has one hand in between his legs, pressing against the front of his jeans, the other on the couch by Ohkura’s hip.
Yamapi comes first, shuddering and gasping in between them as Jin keeps thrusting into him and pushing him forward into Kusano. Yamapi doesn’t move, he can’t with Jin at his back and Kusano still pressed up hot against him, now that he came he can focus more of his attention on jerking Kusano off fast.
Jin speeds up even more and Yamapi knows he is close from the way Jin’s muffling his desperate noises against his neck. Kusano comes with a sharp cry and Jin follows a few seconds later, feebly thrusting through his orgasm while sweat clings at his forehead and drips down into his eyes.
Ohkura’s been making choked noises through all of this and even Ryo’s hand stroking softly at his hip while he bobs his head up and down doesn’t stop him from jerking and making a ragged sound when he comes hard.
Ryo wipes at the corner of his mouth and Ohkura strokes fondly through his hair, grinning stupidly at him.
“Happy Birthday,” Kusano collapses with a sated sigh and Yamapi follows.
Jin snorts but is thinking the same thing. Kusano makes a grunting noise when Yamapi squirms on top of him and Jin, because he can flops down on top of Yamapi and Kusano wheezes.
“Ge’off.” The carpet muffles Kusano’s gasp for air.
“Already did,” Jin says happily.
“I haven’t,” Ryo complains. Ohkura’s fallen asleep on him and he is going to be in so much trouble tomorrow, the brat.
“Having problems, Ryo-chan?” Jin sing songs, smirking at him from his sprawled position.
Ryo swears. Kusano says something but it is unintelligible.
Ryo bites his lip and starts stroking over his neglected cock and Yamapi turns his head to watch. He catches Ryo’s eyes and Ryo strokes faster. He’s been worked up for a while and he flicks his wrist, watching Yamapi watch him and feeling the stares of the other two too. His face feels hot and he shifts on the couch, trying to get comfortable.
Ryo groans and squeezes his cock, locking eyes with Yamapi and biting at his lip. So close.
“Ryo-chan,” Yamapi says, his voice still rough, and Ryo moans and spills over his hand as he strokes through his orgasm.
“Kusano-chan is dying here,” Kusano manages to get out and Yamapi contemplates pushing Jin off and scooting over to let Kusano up, but that would require moving and he’s too sleepy for that.
“If you have the breath to mock, you’re fine,” Ryo snorts.
“Why don’t you just go blow Uchi.” Kusano sticks his tongue out, and wiggles more.
Ryo rolls his eyes and gives him an unimpressed look.
Yamapi lets out a small noise when Kusano makes a last ditch attempt to thrust up and dislodge them.
A pause and Kusano grins.
“If you let me up, I’ll blow you…” Kusano drawls. Yamapi considers it and rolls off, dislodging Jin who ends up banging his shin against the end table and cursing. Ryo laughs.
“…sometime, before you get wrinkly and old.”
Yamapi frowns at him and jabs his hands in Kusano’s sides.
“That’s only a few years from now!” Kusano insists and Yamapi wonders why he likes him so much. Brat.