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This is way overdue but it's finally done! I can't be too sure how well it turned out though. I've been writing this since August. It's actually part of why Pixi and I are friends. Yay for friendships through fics~ XD So, anyway, Merry Christmas pixisticks! I really really really hope you like your fic ♥ ♥ ♥
Do me more
Akanishi Jin/Namie Amuro
R for Jin's fantasy
Inspired by Namie's song, Do me more. For Pixi's wishlist.
There were many things Jin was expecting when he stopped off at the music store on his way home. Maybe he would just browse today. Maybe he would check out the new singles. Maybe he would pick up one of the CDs Pi had told him he needed to hear. What he was not expecting was Namie Amuro's song to cause such a stir in him.
He came across her CD and remembered it was one of said CDs Yamapi told him about. He figured he might as well listen to it, looking for the headphones for sampling songs. He pressed the button for Namie’s song flipping the CD case between his hands, looking at the choice of cover art and reading the track list. The chorus of the song rang loudly in his ears. But it was particularly the ending of said chorus that struck him. So much so that he nearly dropped what he was holding.
And the last thing he wanted to do was make a scene. Even with his hat pulled down low, casting half a shadow over his face; he was still recognizable when stared at long enough. He fumbled to put the CD back on the shelf, and quickly took off the headphones. He looked around, frantic, wondering if anyone was watching him. Thankfully, no one was.
After the initial shock (and...was that excitement?), Jin realized the song was pretty good. It had a nice beat, nice intro, and Namie's voice was, like always, excellent.
He stared at the shelf. The song was hot, wait, no, good and he was sure the others would be too. So, why not get it now?
Jin grabbed the CD back off the shelf and walked up the rest of the aisle. He stopped in the "foreign music" section on the way to the cashier, grabbing the closet thing that had English on it. It was not just something he grabbed to take attention from his purchase of Namie's album, he reminded himself.
Though he did walk at a faster pace than usual back to his apartment. It was just something about the song that drove him crazy.
He jammed his keys into his apartment's door. The song played over and over in his mind. Though it was playing in patches, as he hadn't heard the whole song on count of the freak out. But he was eager to hear the rest.
He tossed his bag on the couch, unwrapping Namie's album as he stalked towards to the stereo. The music filled the quiet space of the room a few seconds later. Jin sat on the couch, remote to the stereo gripped in one hand. Namie's voice drifted through the air, the beat backing up her vocals. He leaned against the back of the couch, one arm resting on the back of the couch and the other on the armrest.
Your little finger
On my damp skin leads to...
The lyrics protruded into Jin's brain. He imagined tracing the curves of Namie's collarbones. Trailing his fingers across her skin, traveling lower and lower.... Jin let out a breath: the room felt a lot hotter than it did a few seconds ago.
You close your eyes, but the fantasy doesn't disappear
In fact, closing his eyes made Jin see more vivid images. The fantasy was playing out as the song continued. He imagined them together, Namie grabbing him by his belt loops and crashing their lips together. Messy kisses while pressed flush against each other, yet trying to tear clothes off. Falling to the ground, hovering over her and kissing every inch of her exposed skin.
Jin was painfully aware of the ache in his jeans. He carefully unzipped his pants just as Namie carefully freed him of his restraint and lapped his cock from bottom to the tip. He pulled harder and moved his hand faster, hearing her "ooh" and "aah" while she continued her ministrations.
Do me more
It's deeper, sweeter, do me more
Namie was sprawled on the floor, hands grabbing Jin's to satisfy her need to be touched. He yanked harder, letting groans escape his mouth. She was practically begging him as he slipped into her and set an increasing rhythm. "Do me more." Namie was moaning under him, moving in rhythm with his thrusts. Jin could barely hold on any longer. He let out a particularly long moan as he came over his fingers.
He slumped down on the couch, panting. The room started cooling down and the song ended. Jin hardly heard the start of the next song, too preoccupied with what just happened. He just got off to a song. He's never been able to do that before, not that he ever thought about it. The stereo remote was lying next to his leg; he reached for it and turned off the music.
He figured he better clean up before the couch stained. And call Yamapi to tell him he listened to at least one the recommended artists.
***
The next day, Yamapi visits Jin in KAT-TUN's room.
"So I planned something for you." Yamapi says as Jin drops his stuff on the couch.
"You mean plans, like you and I hanging out?"
"Well, more like plans for you to meet someone."
"Who?" Jin asks, curiosity peaking. He grabs his bottle of water and takes a big gulp.
"Namie Amuro" Yamapi grins.
Jin almost spits out the water.
"WHAT?"
Yamapi now looks confused. "But, you praised the song from her new CD when we talked last night. And it sounded to me like you really admired her, so I thought you'd like to meet her. I scheduled something for this afternoon."
Jin's mouth is hanging open. Sure, he had talked about Namie's voice and how he liked the song (really liked the song, though he didn't mention any specifics). But he didn't think he would meet her so soon. Or…ever.
Yesterday's events flash backed. Jin wanted to groan. How was he going to look her in the eye when he had jerked off her song? Jerked off to a fantasy about her?
Yamapi continues, "So.... I told her that you’ll meet her at the cafe down the street.”
Jin wishes the afternoon would never come.
***
He doesn’t want to meet her. It’ll be awkward and they won’t have anything to talk about. And he'll only be able to think about the fact that he masturbated to her song. But for some reason he finds himself sitting in one of the cafe's chairs, sipping coffee because he needed something to keep him occupied and he thought having some more caffeine might help get him through this.
"You're acting as if it’s the end of the world,” Yamapi told him when Jin had voiced his unwillingness.
"I don’t want to meet her! Just because I said her album was good, you thought I would want to meet her? I said that Mr. Children album was amazing, yet you’ve never arranged for me to meet them."
Yamapi grinned and titled his head to the side. "That album was amazing"
Jin threw something at him. "Don't change the subject. It seems like you're planning something"
"Fine. Look, it’s just a casual meeting. Just talk for a bit and then, done."
".... I don't think it will be that simple."
"I think it is you who is hiding something. I don't know why you are so against meeting her."
He hadn’t made a reply to that.
Jin takes a long sip of the coffee. It’s bitter but it makes him feel awake and alert. The door to the cafe opens and his head snaps up, checking if it’s her. But it’s someone else. Maybe she is going to be late or…. she won’t come at all? He wouldn't know either way since Yamapi is the one who has her number. He could be sitting here for a while, never knowing they changed the date, the time, the place.
"Akanishi-kun?"
Jin jumps in his seat. There, sitting in front of him, is Namie Amuro. The same person he had seen come in. Though he must of mistaken her on a count of her accessories; a big sun hat, square sunglasses and her hair pulled into a side ponytail. Her disguise is a lot better than his. All he decided on was a hat, his signature fedora. Thankfully, the place isn’t crowded.
She removes her hat and slides her sunglasses onto her head. "Hi. Sorry, I'm a little late aren't I?" she smiles apologetically.
Jin shakes his head, heartbeat slowing down with the surprise wearing off. "No, no. I haven't been here long. I, uh, actually didn't recognize you at first."
"Oh. Great!" Jin looks at her confused. She laughs, "My manager has been telling me I need to work on disusing for when I go out. I'm glad I can finally pick out something that hides me well."
Jin nods, understanding but not saying anything to continue the conversation.
"What's that you're drinking?" she points to the coffee.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I ordered before you arrived. It's just a normal coffee. I could get one for you if you want...."
"No, it's fine. I'll get it." She gets up and walks to the counter.
Jin sighs and leans back in his seat. Well, this wasn't so bad. She seems nice. And she’s gorgeous. The picture on the front of her album doesn’t do her justice. She looks a lot cuter in person, contrasting with Jin’s expectations. He thought she would still have that sexy image even in person. Though the top she is wearing shows some her collarbones, Jin can’t help but notice.
She returns a few minutes later, coffee in hand. She keeps her hands cupped around it, bunching up her shoulders and smelling the drink. She sighs contently.
“Hmm, I love coffee. Especially on a day like this. A perfect mood for song writing, don’t you think?”
The sunlight of the late summer day streams through the windows. Jin nods, he does like to write when it’s sunny. He felt the sunlight helped energinze him and get the creative juices flowing.
“I know it sounds it crazy. Hot coffee when the weather is just as hot? But I love being warm and comfortable while I write.”
“Not crazy at all, I was just thinking about how I also like to write on days like these.”
“Really? You’re not the type who likes it when it’s snowing and you’re inside snuggles up with hot coffee?” she says, a smile playing at her lips.
Jin laughs, “No, that’s too artsy. That’s something Ueda would do.”
“Huh, I see. So Akanishi Jin isn’t someone considered artsy,” She nods. “Well, I never pegged you to be that type anyway.”
There is something in there that Jin grabs hold of. He feels he has to keep the conversation going. When it started to become less awkward and more natural, Jin isn’t sure.
“Oh? And how did you think of me.”
“You’re the nice guy pretending to be a bad boy because you think you have to.”
It could be taken as an insult. Jin is rather happy with his life of going out and partying, of always being in the public eye. But there is a glint in Namie’s eyes and Jin knows she is messing with him. She wants to see how he will react. Maybe her personality fits her image after all.
She continues before he has the change to say anything. “I can see through you. Being in this business means we can understand each other better than anyone else can.”
“Because we have similar lives? Similar lights shining on us, similar managers and companies speaking for us.”
“Because we are always performing for someone.” Her expression is a little mischevious. Jin feels his bones chilling with the clarity of her words. She continues when he continues to look at her
“Whenever we’re in public, it’s an automatic response to act a certain way, in a way we think they want us to act.”
Namie’s eyes are soft when he looks into them. She lets a small smile grace her lips.
Jin returns her smile, thinking maybe they have more in common than he realised.
***
“So how did it go?” Yamapi’s voice asks over the phone the next day.
“I owe you lunch.” Jin replies simpley.
“Jin, look, I know you weren’t that exc- …I TOLD YOU IT WOULD BE FINE.” Jin has to hold his cellphone away from his ear, Yamapi’s shouting echoing through the living room.
“I guess I should listen to you more often, huh.” Jin says, smiling even though Yamapi can’t see him.
“I-I, you were so appalled that I scheduled something and look, it went well. I’m glad! Was she really nice? You didn’t fanboy her, did you?”
Jin is about to reply when he feels something brush across his arm and sees Namie setting two drinks down on the table in front of the couch. She sits down, crosses her legs and looks up at him.
“Tea is ready,” she says.
“I have to go now, Pi. I’ll call you later, okay?”
“Okay sure….wait…was that…she’s with you right now!”
“Bye Pi” he grins at Namie, who has started to sip her tea.
“I’m such a good match maker.” Pi laughs and hangs up. Jin closes his phone and slips it into his pocket.
“Yamashita-kun?”
Jin nods, sliding next to Namie on the couch and picking up the cup of tea. He smirks thinking about his best friend’s words. Yamapi doesn’t know just how right he is.
Do me more
Akanishi Jin/Namie Amuro
R for Jin's fantasy
Inspired by Namie's song, Do me more. For Pixi's wishlist.
There were many things Jin was expecting when he stopped off at the music store on his way home. Maybe he would just browse today. Maybe he would check out the new singles. Maybe he would pick up one of the CDs Pi had told him he needed to hear. What he was not expecting was Namie Amuro's song to cause such a stir in him.
He came across her CD and remembered it was one of said CDs Yamapi told him about. He figured he might as well listen to it, looking for the headphones for sampling songs. He pressed the button for Namie’s song flipping the CD case between his hands, looking at the choice of cover art and reading the track list. The chorus of the song rang loudly in his ears. But it was particularly the ending of said chorus that struck him. So much so that he nearly dropped what he was holding.
And the last thing he wanted to do was make a scene. Even with his hat pulled down low, casting half a shadow over his face; he was still recognizable when stared at long enough. He fumbled to put the CD back on the shelf, and quickly took off the headphones. He looked around, frantic, wondering if anyone was watching him. Thankfully, no one was.
After the initial shock (and...was that excitement?), Jin realized the song was pretty good. It had a nice beat, nice intro, and Namie's voice was, like always, excellent.
He stared at the shelf. The song was hot, wait, no, good and he was sure the others would be too. So, why not get it now?
Jin grabbed the CD back off the shelf and walked up the rest of the aisle. He stopped in the "foreign music" section on the way to the cashier, grabbing the closet thing that had English on it. It was not just something he grabbed to take attention from his purchase of Namie's album, he reminded himself.
Though he did walk at a faster pace than usual back to his apartment. It was just something about the song that drove him crazy.
He jammed his keys into his apartment's door. The song played over and over in his mind. Though it was playing in patches, as he hadn't heard the whole song on count of the freak out. But he was eager to hear the rest.
He tossed his bag on the couch, unwrapping Namie's album as he stalked towards to the stereo. The music filled the quiet space of the room a few seconds later. Jin sat on the couch, remote to the stereo gripped in one hand. Namie's voice drifted through the air, the beat backing up her vocals. He leaned against the back of the couch, one arm resting on the back of the couch and the other on the armrest.
Your little finger
On my damp skin leads to...
The lyrics protruded into Jin's brain. He imagined tracing the curves of Namie's collarbones. Trailing his fingers across her skin, traveling lower and lower.... Jin let out a breath: the room felt a lot hotter than it did a few seconds ago.
You close your eyes, but the fantasy doesn't disappear
In fact, closing his eyes made Jin see more vivid images. The fantasy was playing out as the song continued. He imagined them together, Namie grabbing him by his belt loops and crashing their lips together. Messy kisses while pressed flush against each other, yet trying to tear clothes off. Falling to the ground, hovering over her and kissing every inch of her exposed skin.
Jin was painfully aware of the ache in his jeans. He carefully unzipped his pants just as Namie carefully freed him of his restraint and lapped his cock from bottom to the tip. He pulled harder and moved his hand faster, hearing her "ooh" and "aah" while she continued her ministrations.
Do me more
It's deeper, sweeter, do me more
Namie was sprawled on the floor, hands grabbing Jin's to satisfy her need to be touched. He yanked harder, letting groans escape his mouth. She was practically begging him as he slipped into her and set an increasing rhythm. "Do me more." Namie was moaning under him, moving in rhythm with his thrusts. Jin could barely hold on any longer. He let out a particularly long moan as he came over his fingers.
He slumped down on the couch, panting. The room started cooling down and the song ended. Jin hardly heard the start of the next song, too preoccupied with what just happened. He just got off to a song. He's never been able to do that before, not that he ever thought about it. The stereo remote was lying next to his leg; he reached for it and turned off the music.
He figured he better clean up before the couch stained. And call Yamapi to tell him he listened to at least one the recommended artists.
***
The next day, Yamapi visits Jin in KAT-TUN's room.
"So I planned something for you." Yamapi says as Jin drops his stuff on the couch.
"You mean plans, like you and I hanging out?"
"Well, more like plans for you to meet someone."
"Who?" Jin asks, curiosity peaking. He grabs his bottle of water and takes a big gulp.
"Namie Amuro" Yamapi grins.
Jin almost spits out the water.
"WHAT?"
Yamapi now looks confused. "But, you praised the song from her new CD when we talked last night. And it sounded to me like you really admired her, so I thought you'd like to meet her. I scheduled something for this afternoon."
Jin's mouth is hanging open. Sure, he had talked about Namie's voice and how he liked the song (really liked the song, though he didn't mention any specifics). But he didn't think he would meet her so soon. Or…ever.
Yesterday's events flash backed. Jin wanted to groan. How was he going to look her in the eye when he had jerked off her song? Jerked off to a fantasy about her?
Yamapi continues, "So.... I told her that you’ll meet her at the cafe down the street.”
Jin wishes the afternoon would never come.
***
He doesn’t want to meet her. It’ll be awkward and they won’t have anything to talk about. And he'll only be able to think about the fact that he masturbated to her song. But for some reason he finds himself sitting in one of the cafe's chairs, sipping coffee because he needed something to keep him occupied and he thought having some more caffeine might help get him through this.
"You're acting as if it’s the end of the world,” Yamapi told him when Jin had voiced his unwillingness.
"I don’t want to meet her! Just because I said her album was good, you thought I would want to meet her? I said that Mr. Children album was amazing, yet you’ve never arranged for me to meet them."
Yamapi grinned and titled his head to the side. "That album was amazing"
Jin threw something at him. "Don't change the subject. It seems like you're planning something"
"Fine. Look, it’s just a casual meeting. Just talk for a bit and then, done."
".... I don't think it will be that simple."
"I think it is you who is hiding something. I don't know why you are so against meeting her."
He hadn’t made a reply to that.
Jin takes a long sip of the coffee. It’s bitter but it makes him feel awake and alert. The door to the cafe opens and his head snaps up, checking if it’s her. But it’s someone else. Maybe she is going to be late or…. she won’t come at all? He wouldn't know either way since Yamapi is the one who has her number. He could be sitting here for a while, never knowing they changed the date, the time, the place.
"Akanishi-kun?"
Jin jumps in his seat. There, sitting in front of him, is Namie Amuro. The same person he had seen come in. Though he must of mistaken her on a count of her accessories; a big sun hat, square sunglasses and her hair pulled into a side ponytail. Her disguise is a lot better than his. All he decided on was a hat, his signature fedora. Thankfully, the place isn’t crowded.
She removes her hat and slides her sunglasses onto her head. "Hi. Sorry, I'm a little late aren't I?" she smiles apologetically.
Jin shakes his head, heartbeat slowing down with the surprise wearing off. "No, no. I haven't been here long. I, uh, actually didn't recognize you at first."
"Oh. Great!" Jin looks at her confused. She laughs, "My manager has been telling me I need to work on disusing for when I go out. I'm glad I can finally pick out something that hides me well."
Jin nods, understanding but not saying anything to continue the conversation.
"What's that you're drinking?" she points to the coffee.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I ordered before you arrived. It's just a normal coffee. I could get one for you if you want...."
"No, it's fine. I'll get it." She gets up and walks to the counter.
Jin sighs and leans back in his seat. Well, this wasn't so bad. She seems nice. And she’s gorgeous. The picture on the front of her album doesn’t do her justice. She looks a lot cuter in person, contrasting with Jin’s expectations. He thought she would still have that sexy image even in person. Though the top she is wearing shows some her collarbones, Jin can’t help but notice.
She returns a few minutes later, coffee in hand. She keeps her hands cupped around it, bunching up her shoulders and smelling the drink. She sighs contently.
“Hmm, I love coffee. Especially on a day like this. A perfect mood for song writing, don’t you think?”
The sunlight of the late summer day streams through the windows. Jin nods, he does like to write when it’s sunny. He felt the sunlight helped energinze him and get the creative juices flowing.
“I know it sounds it crazy. Hot coffee when the weather is just as hot? But I love being warm and comfortable while I write.”
“Not crazy at all, I was just thinking about how I also like to write on days like these.”
“Really? You’re not the type who likes it when it’s snowing and you’re inside snuggles up with hot coffee?” she says, a smile playing at her lips.
Jin laughs, “No, that’s too artsy. That’s something Ueda would do.”
“Huh, I see. So Akanishi Jin isn’t someone considered artsy,” She nods. “Well, I never pegged you to be that type anyway.”
There is something in there that Jin grabs hold of. He feels he has to keep the conversation going. When it started to become less awkward and more natural, Jin isn’t sure.
“Oh? And how did you think of me.”
“You’re the nice guy pretending to be a bad boy because you think you have to.”
It could be taken as an insult. Jin is rather happy with his life of going out and partying, of always being in the public eye. But there is a glint in Namie’s eyes and Jin knows she is messing with him. She wants to see how he will react. Maybe her personality fits her image after all.
She continues before he has the change to say anything. “I can see through you. Being in this business means we can understand each other better than anyone else can.”
“Because we have similar lives? Similar lights shining on us, similar managers and companies speaking for us.”
“Because we are always performing for someone.” Her expression is a little mischevious. Jin feels his bones chilling with the clarity of her words. She continues when he continues to look at her
“Whenever we’re in public, it’s an automatic response to act a certain way, in a way we think they want us to act.”
Namie’s eyes are soft when he looks into them. She lets a small smile grace her lips.
Jin returns her smile, thinking maybe they have more in common than he realised.
***
“So how did it go?” Yamapi’s voice asks over the phone the next day.
“I owe you lunch.” Jin replies simpley.
“Jin, look, I know you weren’t that exc- …I TOLD YOU IT WOULD BE FINE.” Jin has to hold his cellphone away from his ear, Yamapi’s shouting echoing through the living room.
“I guess I should listen to you more often, huh.” Jin says, smiling even though Yamapi can’t see him.
“I-I, you were so appalled that I scheduled something and look, it went well. I’m glad! Was she really nice? You didn’t fanboy her, did you?”
Jin is about to reply when he feels something brush across his arm and sees Namie setting two drinks down on the table in front of the couch. She sits down, crosses her legs and looks up at him.
“Tea is ready,” she says.
“I have to go now, Pi. I’ll call you later, okay?”
“Okay sure….wait…was that…she’s with you right now!”
“Bye Pi” he grins at Namie, who has started to sip her tea.
“I’m such a good match maker.” Pi laughs and hangs up. Jin closes his phone and slips it into his pocket.
“Yamashita-kun?”
Jin nods, sliding next to Namie on the couch and picking up the cup of tea. He smirks thinking about his best friend’s words. Yamapi doesn’t know just how right he is.