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Title: Boy, you make it so good
Characters: Kame/OC
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Sad but true.
Rating: NC-17
A/N: My awesome beta is bellemainec because she is lovely and pinkeuphoria1 is a bully. The fic is for randomicicle because she just happened to announce her graduation while I was writing.
Kame is sitting on the bed of an expensive hotel, body wrapped in a fluffy robe and long wet hair tied up in a ponytail that curls at the end; he tries to control his nerves as she walks toward him, as sensual as she was in the club when they danced but in a bolder sense, curves barely concealed under a lingerie robe. She looks mature, but not old, maybe around 30 or 35, Kame knows better than to ask her, and he wonders why she picked him; she has to be into younger men and it makes Kame feel more nervous than he should, he may be young and inexperienced at his twenty years of age but it’s not like he’s a virgin, not that. It’s just that he doesn’t have all that much experience, he has no time to between singing and dancing and acting and being worried about being caught with random strangers - he doesn’t know when or how roles were given out in KAT-TUN but he has somehow taken up a subtle sensuality as opposed to Jin’s raw sexual aura, he’s tagged with being a heartbreaker without sleeping around. He has had girls before, some High School students who were his age and then adult videos and dirty magazines that are always passed around in hushed tones around the office. Kame tries to imagine her in a school uniform, but it doesn’t quite work. He vaguely thinks that the situation is amusingly similar to the drama he’s still filming, an older woman with a younger man, only he had never thought he could be this much into older women before.
Her hand sliding under his robe startles him and then she’s smiling down at him, looking almost predatory, and Kame gulps. He wraps his hands around her and pulls her down to kiss her gently, because he’s the man after all, experienced or not, and he should take the lead. Only it does not quite work out like that and soon she’s sitting on his lap, hands under his robe and sliding down, low, low, lower until he’s moaning in the kiss, flustered already. Kame retaliates, one hand sliding behind her neck to kiss her more firmly and tugs her light robe open with the other. Her skin is soft and warm as Kame’s fingers brush over her shoulders and down her chest, a thumb gently grazing a nipple before he cups her breast and kneads carefully, still a bit unsure, a bit too tentative.
She breaks the kiss to look at him before she places her hand over his to show him how to move. Kame blushes and frowns, because it’s embarrassing to be directed when he was trying to take the lead, and she bucks her hips on his lap and moans with her head thrown back; he’s sure it’s all a show for him to see, to embarrass him, her very own sweet, young, innocent toy to play with, but her other hand is still doing wonders on his erection and as he feels her nipple harden under his thumb he can’t quite bring himself to care. He slides his free hand from her nape to her shoulders to gently tug away the robe and soon his follows. Her body is petite, slim and pale, skin smooth and silky down to where Kame’s fingers brush coarse, short hair before trailing back up. He suddenly feels shy, naked under her, though he tries to hide it with what he hopes is a sexy look - despite popular believe Kame only really knows how to be sexy on stage because it’s different then, and now he feels awkward and shy. She laughs softly, amused, and Kame frowns, feeling mildly offended.
She yelps a bit when he suddenly changes their positions so she’s lying on her back. Kame settles between her legs and strokes her thighs, fingers sliding up teasingly but not quite there, not yet, because she has laughed at him - without malice, Kame’s sure, but he doesn’t care - and he wants revenge. She looks pleasantly surprised as Kame leans in to kiss her again, dominant this time, and slides down to take her nipple in his mouth and his hand between her legs, determined to make her feel so good she calls out his name, because experience or not he’s not going to let the rumor spread that KAT-TUN’s Kamenashi Kazuya is bad in bed. She’s pliant under him, moving softly and whispering his name as he strokes her clit, and maybe he’s a little clumsy, but at least she’s not directing him down there, not yet, and that’s good, it encourages him. Her breasts are soft under his lips and she’s getting wet where Kame’s fingers touch her, exploring, letting himself be guided by the little movements of her hips and the soft pulls on his hair and some low mewls.
She’s already wet when he carefully slips two fingers into her, and she moans with a thrust of her hips. She’s needy now, less controlled, and Kame feels less like a kid being played with. It encourages him enough to let his mouth trail lower, down the quivering muscles of her stomach until it meets his fingers and it’s awkward at first and clumsy because he has never tried this before, but she doesn’t seem to mind and Kame grins because maybe he’s doing something right after all - you don’t spend your adolescence making lewd gestures with your tongue without learning nothing at all. It takes him by surprise when she comes, wet and loud and tight around his fingers. He pulls them out, feeling smug like he has made his point, but she’s looking at him with a mix of pleasure, amusement and defiance, skin sweaty and breath still uneven, petite breasts heaving with every pant. Kame takes in the softness of her curves, the dark nipples and the small hand that rests casually just above her pubis, dark hair glistening after her orgasm, and she looks so much better than any girl in any magazine or video could, so much classier and alluring, enticing, and Kame’s erection aches between his legs.
He thought he had the lead, but she recovers fast and before he can react Kame finds himself trapped under her and her hand is around him, pumping lazily; Kame bites his lip as he moves his hips and tries not to moan aloud, tries not to let her win again, but she seems amused more than anything when she finally reaches for the condom on the nightstand. Kame’s already eager, arousal has been building up in him for a while already and his lack of experience and all, but she has just come and she takes things calmly as she slides down onto him and sets the pace, slow and leisurely and all Kame wants is to thrust up and go faster, but he doesn’t because he’s a gentleman and because it feels too good, so good he closes his eyes and loses himself.
His hands are firm on her hips, sliding up and down her sides and playing with her breasts, restless because he suddenly know what to do with them and it makes him feel awkward. She keeps a relaxed pace and she’s warm and tight around him. He wants more, but she won’t budge and it’s frustrating; Kame makes a little desperate whimper that he will later deny and she laughs, a bit mockingly, telling him to be a big boy and hold on a little longer and Kame feels like his whole face is burning in an embarrassed blush. He thrusts his hips up once, sharply, just to retaliate, and she gasps. She falls forward and her hands find his chest for support; Kame’s smug smirk is met with her own as she finally, finally starts moving seriously and picking up speed, moaning softly in Kame’s ears until Kame thinks he’s going crazy with pleasure and need. He presses a hand to her back to guide her down and takes one of her breasts in the other to guide it to his mouth, awkwardness already forgotten, licking and sucking and biting and whatever it takes to keep her moaning his name like that, moving like that because he’s so close, his orgasm already spreading from the pit of his stomach to every nerve in his body and yelling at him to let go - he still tries to hold back, because he won’t let her mock him again.
She comes before him, suddenly straightening up as she grabs his thighs for support while she trembles above him, and Kame brings his hand between her legs just to feel how wet she is. He strokes her clit and she calls out louder, breasts bouncing slightly as she keeps rocking through her orgasm; Kame looks at her and drinks in the sight because she looks beautiful like this, undone and vulnerable, no longer so imposing, younger. She clenches around him in her pleasure and Kame can’t even care to hold himself back any more. He snaps his hips up once, twice and he’s coming with a guttural moan, hands splayed and pressed against her thighs to avoid pressing into her hips and hurting her.
It takes them a while to move. He gets up to throw away the used condom, but he lets her shower first because he’s a gentleman after all. When he finally comes out of the shower, wrapped in his fluffy robe again, she’s resting against the headboard, barely covered with the sheets, and it’s a bit awkward again as Kame climbs into the bed with her. She’s looking calm and amused and in control again and Kame doesn’t know what to do now when she playfully tugs the long strands of his now loose hair and pulls him down for another kiss, slower and lazier; his tongue falters a little when hers rubs against it and she laughs, the sound reverberating happily in their mouths. Maybe he won’t mind being her young, innocent toy to play with for a little longer after all. She smiles against his lips, calls him big boy and Kame blushes again, red to the tip of his ears.
Characters: Kame/OC
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Sad but true.
Rating: NC-17
A/N: My awesome beta is bellemainec because she is lovely and pinkeuphoria1 is a bully. The fic is for randomicicle because she just happened to announce her graduation while I was writing.
Kame is sitting on the bed of an expensive hotel, body wrapped in a fluffy robe and long wet hair tied up in a ponytail that curls at the end; he tries to control his nerves as she walks toward him, as sensual as she was in the club when they danced but in a bolder sense, curves barely concealed under a lingerie robe. She looks mature, but not old, maybe around 30 or 35, Kame knows better than to ask her, and he wonders why she picked him; she has to be into younger men and it makes Kame feel more nervous than he should, he may be young and inexperienced at his twenty years of age but it’s not like he’s a virgin, not that. It’s just that he doesn’t have all that much experience, he has no time to between singing and dancing and acting and being worried about being caught with random strangers - he doesn’t know when or how roles were given out in KAT-TUN but he has somehow taken up a subtle sensuality as opposed to Jin’s raw sexual aura, he’s tagged with being a heartbreaker without sleeping around. He has had girls before, some High School students who were his age and then adult videos and dirty magazines that are always passed around in hushed tones around the office. Kame tries to imagine her in a school uniform, but it doesn’t quite work. He vaguely thinks that the situation is amusingly similar to the drama he’s still filming, an older woman with a younger man, only he had never thought he could be this much into older women before.
Her hand sliding under his robe startles him and then she’s smiling down at him, looking almost predatory, and Kame gulps. He wraps his hands around her and pulls her down to kiss her gently, because he’s the man after all, experienced or not, and he should take the lead. Only it does not quite work out like that and soon she’s sitting on his lap, hands under his robe and sliding down, low, low, lower until he’s moaning in the kiss, flustered already. Kame retaliates, one hand sliding behind her neck to kiss her more firmly and tugs her light robe open with the other. Her skin is soft and warm as Kame’s fingers brush over her shoulders and down her chest, a thumb gently grazing a nipple before he cups her breast and kneads carefully, still a bit unsure, a bit too tentative.
She breaks the kiss to look at him before she places her hand over his to show him how to move. Kame blushes and frowns, because it’s embarrassing to be directed when he was trying to take the lead, and she bucks her hips on his lap and moans with her head thrown back; he’s sure it’s all a show for him to see, to embarrass him, her very own sweet, young, innocent toy to play with, but her other hand is still doing wonders on his erection and as he feels her nipple harden under his thumb he can’t quite bring himself to care. He slides his free hand from her nape to her shoulders to gently tug away the robe and soon his follows. Her body is petite, slim and pale, skin smooth and silky down to where Kame’s fingers brush coarse, short hair before trailing back up. He suddenly feels shy, naked under her, though he tries to hide it with what he hopes is a sexy look - despite popular believe Kame only really knows how to be sexy on stage because it’s different then, and now he feels awkward and shy. She laughs softly, amused, and Kame frowns, feeling mildly offended.
She yelps a bit when he suddenly changes their positions so she’s lying on her back. Kame settles between her legs and strokes her thighs, fingers sliding up teasingly but not quite there, not yet, because she has laughed at him - without malice, Kame’s sure, but he doesn’t care - and he wants revenge. She looks pleasantly surprised as Kame leans in to kiss her again, dominant this time, and slides down to take her nipple in his mouth and his hand between her legs, determined to make her feel so good she calls out his name, because experience or not he’s not going to let the rumor spread that KAT-TUN’s Kamenashi Kazuya is bad in bed. She’s pliant under him, moving softly and whispering his name as he strokes her clit, and maybe he’s a little clumsy, but at least she’s not directing him down there, not yet, and that’s good, it encourages him. Her breasts are soft under his lips and she’s getting wet where Kame’s fingers touch her, exploring, letting himself be guided by the little movements of her hips and the soft pulls on his hair and some low mewls.
She’s already wet when he carefully slips two fingers into her, and she moans with a thrust of her hips. She’s needy now, less controlled, and Kame feels less like a kid being played with. It encourages him enough to let his mouth trail lower, down the quivering muscles of her stomach until it meets his fingers and it’s awkward at first and clumsy because he has never tried this before, but she doesn’t seem to mind and Kame grins because maybe he’s doing something right after all - you don’t spend your adolescence making lewd gestures with your tongue without learning nothing at all. It takes him by surprise when she comes, wet and loud and tight around his fingers. He pulls them out, feeling smug like he has made his point, but she’s looking at him with a mix of pleasure, amusement and defiance, skin sweaty and breath still uneven, petite breasts heaving with every pant. Kame takes in the softness of her curves, the dark nipples and the small hand that rests casually just above her pubis, dark hair glistening after her orgasm, and she looks so much better than any girl in any magazine or video could, so much classier and alluring, enticing, and Kame’s erection aches between his legs.
He thought he had the lead, but she recovers fast and before he can react Kame finds himself trapped under her and her hand is around him, pumping lazily; Kame bites his lip as he moves his hips and tries not to moan aloud, tries not to let her win again, but she seems amused more than anything when she finally reaches for the condom on the nightstand. Kame’s already eager, arousal has been building up in him for a while already and his lack of experience and all, but she has just come and she takes things calmly as she slides down onto him and sets the pace, slow and leisurely and all Kame wants is to thrust up and go faster, but he doesn’t because he’s a gentleman and because it feels too good, so good he closes his eyes and loses himself.
His hands are firm on her hips, sliding up and down her sides and playing with her breasts, restless because he suddenly know what to do with them and it makes him feel awkward. She keeps a relaxed pace and she’s warm and tight around him. He wants more, but she won’t budge and it’s frustrating; Kame makes a little desperate whimper that he will later deny and she laughs, a bit mockingly, telling him to be a big boy and hold on a little longer and Kame feels like his whole face is burning in an embarrassed blush. He thrusts his hips up once, sharply, just to retaliate, and she gasps. She falls forward and her hands find his chest for support; Kame’s smug smirk is met with her own as she finally, finally starts moving seriously and picking up speed, moaning softly in Kame’s ears until Kame thinks he’s going crazy with pleasure and need. He presses a hand to her back to guide her down and takes one of her breasts in the other to guide it to his mouth, awkwardness already forgotten, licking and sucking and biting and whatever it takes to keep her moaning his name like that, moving like that because he’s so close, his orgasm already spreading from the pit of his stomach to every nerve in his body and yelling at him to let go - he still tries to hold back, because he won’t let her mock him again.
She comes before him, suddenly straightening up as she grabs his thighs for support while she trembles above him, and Kame brings his hand between her legs just to feel how wet she is. He strokes her clit and she calls out louder, breasts bouncing slightly as she keeps rocking through her orgasm; Kame looks at her and drinks in the sight because she looks beautiful like this, undone and vulnerable, no longer so imposing, younger. She clenches around him in her pleasure and Kame can’t even care to hold himself back any more. He snaps his hips up once, twice and he’s coming with a guttural moan, hands splayed and pressed against her thighs to avoid pressing into her hips and hurting her.
It takes them a while to move. He gets up to throw away the used condom, but he lets her shower first because he’s a gentleman after all. When he finally comes out of the shower, wrapped in his fluffy robe again, she’s resting against the headboard, barely covered with the sheets, and it’s a bit awkward again as Kame climbs into the bed with her. She’s looking calm and amused and in control again and Kame doesn’t know what to do now when she playfully tugs the long strands of his now loose hair and pulls him down for another kiss, slower and lazier; his tongue falters a little when hers rubs against it and she laughs, the sound reverberating happily in their mouths. Maybe he won’t mind being her young, innocent toy to play with for a little longer after all. She smiles against his lips, calls him big boy and Kame blushes again, red to the tip of his ears.