Still A Secret [Oneshot]

[h_itoshi]

Title: Still A Secret
Fandom: Kis-My-Ft2, AKB48
Pairing(s): Nikaido/Kawaei
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 2330
Warnings: Incest, Het. Phone and mirrors?
Notes: I'm not even going to apologize and just blame 95% of this on justironic okay. I'm pretty much her personal writer. A continuation of this. And there will be more.

”That boy." His sister starts, sitting on the edge of her king sized bed in her nightwear and a thin dressing gown, slowly brushing her hair. "You really liked him."

"Hm." Nikaido answers around his cigarette, not too keen to go into detail. He blows out smoke where he stands in the doorway to the balcony, and it's a bit cold wearing only jeans and nothing else.

"You did, I can tell." She says with a small smile, looking at him through the huge mirror that covers the doors of her wardrobe, and Nikaido calmly looks back.

"Where did you find him anyway?" He asks after a silent minute, and his mouth pinches at her knowing smile.

"Secret." She says, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Rina," Nikaido says and he can't really stop his own smirk, knowing that she's playing with him. "Tell me?"

She shakes her head. "You'd never leave that place if I told you and then what would I do?"

Nikaido stubs his cigarette and closes the balcony door with a roll of his eyes. "I'm not all into boys you know."

Rina smiles back, sets her hairbrush aside and strokes her hair over one shoulder, revealing her neck."I think I know that better than anyone."

”Maybe.” Nikaido says slowly, and sits down on the opposite side of the bed, still looking at her through the mirror. She just smiles and shifts a bit, the silken dressing gown slipping down her shoulder to reveal smooth skin and the slim dark strap of her negligée. Nikaido shifts a little himself, raising an eyebrow at her, silently asking what she wants even though he knows that very well.

”It's been a long time since you had a girl, hasn't it?” She says, voice lower, and she looks up at him from under dark lashes, eyes clearly saying what she wants him to do.

”Not too long.” Nikaido admits, and crawls his way across the bed to settle behind her, pressing his own cold chest against her warm back and feels her arch against him.

”Really?” She mumbles, sighing when he wraps his arms around her waist and starts placing light kisses along the revealed skin of her shoulder and throat. ”Did I miss that?”

”Guess you were busy yourself.” Nikaido mumbles into her skin, darting his tongue out against her pulse, and the gasp she gives makes him certain she's watching it in the mirror, and he does it again.

”Perhaps I was.” She frowns as if trying to remember, but Nikaido knows she's just toying with him, trying to act like he doesn't affect her. ”Was she pretty?”

He lets his hands slide up to cup her breasts through the silk of her thin clothing, and Rina shivers, probably mostly at how cold he is, but also in anticipation.

”Yes.” He mumbles nonchalantly, knowing it sets her on edge when he's with girls prettier than her, and traces the curves of her breasts with his fingertips, carefully avoiding her nipples.

”How pretty?” She asks, trying to keep her voice steady as one of his hands trail down to undo the knot of her dressing gown while the other gently squeezes her breast.

”Really pretty.” Nikaido smiles into her neck, thinking that his last girl was not nearly as pretty as Rina is right now, but it's fun to tease her. He drops both hands to her legs, urges her to pull them up onto the bed so she can straddle his lap, and he bites his lip to stop the groan when she does and rocks back a little. He sees the satisfied smile on her face in the mirror when she feels that he's already mostly hard, and bites her shoulder to easily wipe her smile off.

“Hm.” Is all he gets in acknowledgement, and her eyes fall closed when he moves up to gently bite at her neck. “Would I have liked her?”

“I think so.” Nikaido says quietly, hands stroking their way up her thighs where her dress has ridden up, the lace hem tickling his fingertips as he continues up.

A shrill tone breaks through the room and Rina glances over at her phone next to her hairbrush. “Work.” She comments as she looks at the display showing a caller ID, hands settling on Nikaido's thighs when he moves his lips to her pierced earlobe and his hands return to her breasts.

“Answer it.” He whispers into her ear and she shivers, but reaches for the phone.

“Yes?” She answers the phone and then bites her lip when Nikaido's fingers rub her nipples and he feels them harden. “What? No, absolutely not.”

Nikaido smirks against her skin, figuring there's some staff problem again, it normally is. He licks her earlobe like he'd lick her nipple if he turned her around, but he likes watching her in the mirror. She's so short he can see her even though she's perched in his lap, and she looks fantastic trying to fight her moans and be professional when he's touching her like this.

“Well, if he can't show it then we can't accept it.” She says fiercely, and Nikaido can't help but rock up against her at the tone of voice, and her eyes fall closed with a gasp she barely manages to angle away from the phone.

He keeps teasing her nipples, if only for the fact that he knows she could come like that, that he doesn't really need to get into her panties at all, and she bears with it until she has to speak again, grabbing his wrist and shoving it away. “That's his problem though.”

Nikaido laughs quietly, knowing she tries to make him stop bothering her, but he decides to interpret her shoving at his wrist in his own way and slips his hand between her legs. He traces the inside of her thigh, a light touch that he knows is just on the border of tickling her, up to where he expects the edge of underwear, but only meets warm skin. He muffles his groan against her neck when he slides fingers across her folds and realizes she's not wearing any underwear, and she shivers when he slips a finger inside of her, finding her wet enough to add another without hesitation.

“No!” She says angrily into the phone, then slams a hand over her mouth to muffle a moan when Nikaido starts moving his fingers in and out and she involuntarily squeezes around them, while his other hand is still playing with her nipple. “Can't you deal with that yourselves?”

Nikaido smiles at the frustration lacing her voice, knowing she's going to snap soon and loose her self-control, and he secretly wants it to happen. He pulls his fingers out and moves them the short distance to the fastening of his jeans, where he feels a wet spot on the fabric from where she's been grinding against him. He lets his other hand squeeze her breast gently and uses his mouth on her neck to distract her when he undoes his jeans and pulls his cock out, closing his eyes in pleasure when he strokes himself once.

“Well of course but there are some things you should be capable of yourselves.” She almost growls into the phone and Nikaido lifts his hand to her face, gently stroking her jaw as he positions himself. Her eyes widen for a second in the mirror before they darken considerably, both in threat and in want, but Nikaido simply covers her mouth with his hand before pushing her down onto his cock with a hand on her hip. The sound she makes is high pitched and beautiful, and even though Nikaido's hand absorbed most of it, she pushes his hand away to snap into the phone. “Yes I'm okay, now solve this or I'm hiring someone new to do your job as well!”

She tosses the phone aside and glares at Nikaido through the mirror, cheeks pink and blush spreading down her throat. “Takashi-”

She start with an accusing voice, but the last part of his name trails off in a moan when he thrusts up, and the wet heat paired with the sound she makes has Nikaido making one himself.

“You can't do- Oh.” She trails off again, both Nikaido's hands on her hips now to guide her up and then down again.

“Ride me Rina.” Nikaido mumbles in her ear and she arches, breasts jutting out and he can see that her nipples are hard through the silky fabric and licks his lips.

She listens to him, she always does when he talks dirty, and he can't help the groan from coming out when she starts rolling her hips on her own. She tightens at the sound and sinks down onto him deeper and faster, and he knows what his moans does to her, just as hers do to him. He sees the confirmation on her face, her lips parted and breath coming quick, hooded eyes watching his hands as they move up to her shoulder straps and pushes them down her arms, along with the other shoulder of the dressing gown he never came about to take off. The neckline of her silky dress slips lower when the shoulder straps are pushed down, and he raises a hand from Rina's hips to help it the rest of the way past her breasts.

She moans softly when her skin is bared, looks at herself in the mirror with dark eyes and moves faster, making her breasts bounce, and even though Nikaido knows it's all for him it's still fucking hot to see her watch herself.

He lets her go on for a while, helping her along by thrusting up and meeting her efforts but nothing more, until she's a moaning mess, shooting him frustrated looks since his hands are simply resting on her hips. “Takashi...” She finally whines. “Touch me. Please.”

Nikaido shudders at her words, getting off way too much on her begging, and he lets his hand return to between her legs, hoisting her skirt up with his wrist so he can see through the mirror and make sure she does too.

He brushes fingertips against his own cock to moisten them a little with her juices, before seeking out her clitoris and gently presses against it. Rina throws her head back with a soft, high pitched sound and Nikaido moans into her hair at the way she clenches around him. He keeps rubbing her, just the right amount of pressure and speed he knows will bring her over the edge, licking at the shell of her ear, and she comes with a series of whimpers, arching against him as he keeps thrusting through it. He keeps an arm tight around her waist to keep her where she is, and she gasps for air as she keeps rhythmically contracting around his cock in aftershocks.

“Taka...” She breathes. “I... lie down...”

Reluctantly Nikaido helps her rise off of his lap, hissing at the cool air against his slick erection, and gently turns her around and lowers her to the bed before shoving his pants down a little further and pushes back inside of her. She sighs and spreads her legs a little more, this position allowing him to go deeper and hit her just where she wants it.

She makes an appreciative “Mm” when a thrust gets particularly rough, and she looks up at him with lidded dark eyes, before threading fingers in his short dark hair and tugs his head down for a kiss.

They don't kiss that often, and never sweetly, and her tongue is in his mouth the same second their lips brush, her mouth tasting like cherry chapstick and caffè latte. Nikaido groans into the kiss, the heated pressure within him building rapidly, and he breaks the kiss to let his mouth trail down her throat, stopping to nip at her collarbones. She gasps and uses her hands in his hair to push his head further down, guiding him to one of her breasts where he happily flicks his tongue out. It's a bit uncomfortable, thrusting into her at the same time as he tends to her nipple with his tongue, but it's worth it when she comes a second time, shuddering as her whole body tenses, and Nikaido lifts his head with a moan when she squeezes his orgasm right out of him and his world goes white for a few moments.

He falls on top of her, mouth next to her ear as he tries to regain his breath.

“Takashi...” She says, voice breathy, and wraps her arms around his waist. “I don't care if you find someone you really like, just please never stop fucking me?”

Nikaido breathes a laugh at that, pushing himself up on his elbows. “Guess that's a good grade.”

“The best.” She smiles back, hair tangled and cheeks still flushed, and she makes a cute little grimace when he pulls out and brings the mess with him.

Nikaido sits back, a smug smile on his lips as he looks down at how ravished she looks with her dress around her waist and dressing gown hanging off her elbows, and thinks that she'll have to brush her hair again. He tucks himself back into his pants and stands, taking the cigarette pack and lighter from the nightstand where he'd left them.

He feels her eyes on him as he places the cigarette between his lips and lights it while slowly heading for the balcony door again. “Now will you tell me where you found that boy?”

Rina just giggles as she stretches on the bed, slowly tugging her dress back up but not bothering to pull it down over her most intimate parts. “No. It's still a secret.”

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