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“I was serious about it, you know,” Maki says over breakfast.
Yuuta pauses, eggs halfway to his mouth. “About?”
“Getting some new stuff to try out.” She takes a hearty sip of her coffee and looks him in the eye, lips curving over the rim of her mug. The ceramic is warm in her unnaturally cold hands. “Remember when you wore my lingerie?”
Yuuta chews thoughtfully, nodding. “How could I forget? You gave me one of the best orgasms of my life. But you’re talking about the part where you said...”
She said a lot of things that night. But she knows exactly what he’s referring to.
“Imagine taking a cock.”
Thinking about it still makes her shiver; she disguises it by taking another sip of coffee.
Maki nods. “It’s called pegging.”
“Right, pegging.” Yuuta takes another bite of his eggs.
When he doesn’t elaborate, Maki lifts an eyebrow. “You have any thoughts on that?”
“You know I’m not opposed to it,” he says as he keeps eating. His dark eyes flick up to hers and he smiles – the placid smile that fools those who don’t know any better, making them believe he’s innocent and harmless. Like an otter. “I like whatever you like. As long as you’re enjoying it, then so am I. But I also think it’s only fair since you let me fuck you. The spirit of equality, and all that.”
“You’ve never fucked my ass.”
“Well, no,” he chokes on a laugh and his last bite of eggs, “but isn’t it basically the same?”
“Not really. Or at least, I don’t count it,” she says.
“Then I guess I’ll have to fuck your ass at some point,” he jokes.
“Guess so,” Maki replies, completely serious, taking another sip.
Yuuta fully stops, surprise inching his eyebrows all the way up to his hairline as his fork lowers to his plate. He blinks those big eyes at her and parts his lips. Like he’s shocked she agreed – and so easily, at that.
But she has no reason not to.
Maki just rolls her eyes. “I’m not going to ask you to do something I wouldn’t. Spirit of equality, and all that.”
Yuuta gathers himself, blinking once more. He reaches for his coffee and grins into it. “You got me there.”
They return to their breakfast in relative quiet. Yuuta cleans his plate and Maki polishes off her coffee. Warmth eventually trickles back into her fingers and toes, making them tingle, and she flexes them. When he starts to gather the dishes – she always cooks, he always cleans – Maki clears her throat.
“So, we’re doing this,” she says. Just to make sure.
Yuuta takes her plate and mug with the tiniest grin and a glint in his eyes, something sharp and maybe a little dark. “I think we are.”
Maki has never been an avid watcher of porn.
She would watch it on occasion as a teenager, when she was lonely and frustrated and needed an outlet that wasn’t a sandbag, curse, or a body on the field. But those instances were scattered and sporadic. She didn’t have much of a sex drive until Yuuta – something about him flipped this little switch in her brain. And since then, he has done everything in his power to fulfill her every desire so she hasn't felt the need to indulge in porn.
The only exception is when he’s gone on extended missions. In which case, she watches the occasional video or just video calls him.
So, although she doesn’t actively consume porn like some might a favorite snack, Maki doesn’t dislike it. And it certainly serves as good inspiration for her curious mind.
As it turns out, there are plenty of videos online of women pegging men.
Maki can’t lie and say she’s not fascinated by it.
When Yuuta peeks over her shoulder on the couch one day, only to catch a glimpse of a woman in a latex bodysuit cramming a dildo the size of her forearm into a bound and gagged man’s asshole on Maki’s phone, he chokes.
“Is that what I signed up for?” he asks. His tone isn’t anxious or upset – more like morbidly fascinated.
Maki snorts. “No, this is just research.”
“I see.”
Onscreen, the woman hisses something vulgar and derogatory that makes Maki’s insides flare with heat. The way the man gurgles and squirms in response only fans it further. Maki sinks into their couch as she studies every movement, every word, every nuance until the couple eventually come to the climax of the video.
The man is surprisingly loud despite the gag.
Yuuta keeps watching over Maki’s shoulder, up until the video ends and the next one in the queue starts to load. She clicks play. Yuuta stays.
Together, they end up watching at least three videos. All different but also the same – though they have varying tones and themes, the man always ends up getting fucked. Fingered, plugged, and stuffed with silicone until he orgasms.
Maki glances at Yuuta in the middle of the third video, trying to gauge his reaction.
His grey eyes are glued to her phone and he swallows as he watches the man beg and cry for his release.
A thrilling chill dances up Maki’s spine; she recognizes the look on his face. He likes it.
Yuuta doesn’t really ask her any questions. When he notices her reading articles and sex blog posts at night in their bed, he doesn’t seem shocked; it’s always with a look of interest that he peeks over her shoulder. Tonight is no different after he crawls in bed and sees her reading, yet again, on her phone – though he does eventually grab the book off his nightstand for himself.
Maki pauses mid-article and lowers her phone. “What’s our safe word?”
“Do we have one?” Yuuta glances at her, frowning.
“Everything says we should.”
“Huh.”
“Something short, simple, meaningful, but that we don’t use often,” Maki recites, looking back at the article for confirmation.
Yuuta hums as he thinks. A long moment passes and then he finally says, “Purple?”
Maki’s face pinches, pulling on old scars. “Purple.”
“It reminds me of Gojo-sensei,” he says, and her face pinches harder.
“Absolutely not.” Maki doesn’t think she could convey her disgust any harder if she tried. “He is the last person I want us to be thinking about in the middle of sex.”
Yuuta blinks. “You’re right.”
“Bean sprout?” Maki suggests next, snorting.
He chuckles back at her. “It isn’t very short though.”
It’s Maki’s turn to hum as she picks her phone up again and keeps reading, with the intention of dropping the topic for now. She’s sure a word will come to her at some point. Next to her, Yuuta’s arms cross as his eyes roll up to the ceiling. She can practically feel him thinking.
So when he says, “Tofu,” suddenly, it doesn’t take her by surprise. But she is confused.
“Tofu…” Maki repeats slowly.
“Tofu.” Yuuta nods, lips pursed and eyes set. “You hate tofu. We never eat it. And it’s short and easy to say.”
“True.”
Her distaste for traditional food is certainly strong enough to cut through just about anything. Including sexual activities. Just the thought of the squishy, flavorless mush on her tongue – something she once was forced to endure every day – makes her stomach revolt.
Maki glances at him, lips curving. “Tofu it is.”
They both return to their nightly reading. Her on the phone, and him in his book. It's a comfortable silence interrupted only by the occasional flick of paper when he turns a page or a tap when she touches her screen. They have always been content with each other’s quiet company, never feeling the need to fill it with nonsensical small talk, which Maki has always been grateful for.
“I read that blog post you sent me,” Yuuta says maybe an hour later.
Maki puts her phone down again. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Having second thoughts?” she asks.
“No,” he assures her, laughing. His tone, however, hedges that there is some sort of issue, so she closes her phone completely and assesses his sheepish look as he palms the back of his neck. “But you sent it to me while I was at the school, helping out with the first years.”
Maki lifts a brow, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“Gojo-sensei saw the text.”
Maki closes her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose. She doesn't bother stifling her groan. It's incredible how, even after nearly ten years, their old sensei’s name still gives her an instant headache. And she’s heard it twice tonight.
She can only imagine the gleeful ridiculing that happened at the school today.
“That’s just what we need,” she mutters. “His input in our sex-life. And he’s not our sensei anymore.”
Yuuta cracks a grin. “Force of habit. He ended up giving me some, uh, advice.”
Maki’s other brow lifts. It’s honestly not that shocking that he would have his own personal experiences to share with Yuuta. That degenerate is the type to try anything at least once. She tries her hardest not to picture it, slamming the mental doors closed on that train of thought.
“And it was useful?”
“I…think so.” Yuuta shrugs. “Don’t think I’ll know until I, well, know.”
“Fair enough.” Maki nods, sitting up straighter in bed. “Since you brought it up, do you have any questions? Or anything you want to talk about?”
“No,” he says after a little while. “Not really. You’ve been doing extensive research, filling me in, sending me things. Plus, I’ve been doing a little research of my own,” he admits.
“You have?” Maki cracks a grin.
“Yep. Well. Actually, I guess I have one question,” he says, turning to her with a semi-serious look. When she waits expectantly, he continues. “Most of the men are pretty clean shaven. Do you, I mean, is that – ”
“Yuuta.” She cuts him off with a snort. “That is completely up to you. I don’t really care one way or the other. And you’ve never given a shit whether or not I shave.”
Maki thinks she maybe asked him a single time, back when they first started dating, about his preference for grooming. And his response was that he preferred whatever she was most comfortable with. Sometimes she shaves, sometimes she skips it for months at a time.
Yuuta never cares.
He nods, eyes rolling to the ceiling.
“Do whatever you want,” Maki insists. “It will make absolutely no difference to me.”
Yuuta goes back to his book with a hum.
At this point, Maki is pretty sure she has done all the research she needs. She’s watched the videos, read the articles and blogs, and made notes of her own. She thinks she has the logistics down. But, just to make sure she has all the bases covered, she decides maybe she should ask someone she knows about it. Someone who has the experience and isn't Gojo. Maki thinks she would literally rather eat tofu for a week than involve their old sensei in their sex-life.
Maki sends Nobara a quick text around noon.
She doesn’t expect her phone to start buzzing immediately afterward, and picks it up with a frown.
“What the hell kinda text is that?” Nobara huffs as soon as the line connects. “Have you ever done anal? Out of the blue. It’s the middle of the day. I’m eating lunch.”
“I didn’t realize there was a specific time of day designated for that kind of question.”
“I guess there’s not,” Nobara says, slightly muffled, as the sounds of her chewing carry over the line. “But still. Give a girl some warning next time you wanna text me some freaky shit.”
“Noted,” says Maki. “So?”
“Yeah, of course I have. Why?”
“Great. Got any advice?”
There’s a full pause on Nobara’s end of the line. For a second, Maki thinks the call has dropped. But then there’s a metallic clang, like silverware dropping on a table. Nobara returns in a voice colored with curiosity that oozes through the warping of the usual static interference.
“Are you guys thinking about trying it?” she asks, sounding entirely too amused by the idea.
“More or less,” Maki hedges.
They will be trying a version of it.
At some point, Maki will try it as well. As per her agreement with Yuuta. But she’s prying Nobara for additional information more for Yuuta’s sake than her own. She figures pegging and anal are similar enough that any advice can be used both ways.
“I love that for you. And Yuuta too, honestly,” Nobara muses. “Knew you guys were kinky.”
“Yes, good for us,” Maki deadpans. “The advice?”
“I’m getting there. Just basking in this historic moment.” Nobara draws on a long, exaggerated sigh that almost makes Maki regret texting her at all. “Okay, done. I think my biggest piece of advice is just communication. Be open about your expectations, what feels good, what doesn’t. You guys are already pretty good at that, though.”
Maki hums, nodding. She’s not at all worried about their communication skills.
“Next thing is patience. I know how you are, Maki. But this kind of thing you should do slowly. Work your way up to the full deal, you know what I mean? I know a good website where you can buy everything you need, if you want it.”
“Sure.”
Nobara spells out the website’s name and Maki scribbles it in the notes app of her phone for later.
“Highly recommend their warming lube,” Nobara continues. Her voice muffles again as she, presumably, returns to eating her lunch. “But stay away from the cherry flavored ones. They’re like cough syrup and the aftertaste is hard to get rid of.”
Easy enough. Maki isn’t a huge fan of cherry flavored things anyway.
“I guess the last thing I would say is shit happens.” Nobara snorts, then devolves into a short cackling fit. She recovers quickly, to her credit. “Try not to eat a lot that day, make sure you go to the bathroom before you start, and it doesn’t hurt to use soap and water to clean yourself. Or, if you really want to, you can try douching. You can buy a kit off the website.”
So far, Nobara has echoed all of Maki’s research and existing notes. But it helps to know that it's all true from a firsthand account.
“Anything else?” Maki asks.
“Oh, yeah. Make him wear a condom,” Nobara says more seriously. “Letting him cum in your ass sounds hot until it has to come out. Trust me on that one.”
Maki grimaces. “Yeah.”
That particular piece of advice isn’t helpful for Yuuta’s sake since she doesn't plan on buying one of those ejaculating dildos. But she supposes it will eventually come in handy for her.
Nobara clearly feels as though she has given proper advice as she sighs, sounding satisfied. “Let me know how it goes. I wanna hear all about it.”
Not likely, Maki thinks as she snorts.
She ends the call with a simple “Mm-hm.”
Sex toys, Maki learns, are expensive.
The website Nobara recommended has everything they need, and a wide variety of options that makes her deeper, darker self shiver in delight. Colors, sizes, textures…contraptions she’s never heard of and isn’t quite sure how to use. She relegates herself to only buying the items on her list after a week of extensive researching and studying.
When she sees the price after everything is in the cart, however, her eyebrows raise to her hairline.
Good thing she and Yuuta aren’t strapped for cash.
The next thing she learns is that shipping is ridiculously, ostentatiously slow. Discreet packaging – which she honestly couldn't care less about – apparently includes using small delivery companies that take days to move packages from one city to another. She gets the tracking information on her phone, but it doesn’t do much good as the little icon never moves from its point of origin.
After a week and a half of uncertainty, Maki has half a mind to call the company.
But then, like it senses her impatience, a large box shows up on their doorstep the very next day. Plain brown, unlabeled save for a sticker with Maki’s name on it.
The final thing Maki learns is that unboxing it feels strangely like opening a Christmas present. She knows exactly what’s inside, yet there’s a certain amount of excitement that makes her stomach jump and her cold fingers tingle as she carefully lays the contents on their kitchen table for inspection.
Two different types of lube – warming and extra glide; three butt plugs of different sizes; three dildos of varying sizes and colors; numbing wipes and cream; a douching kit; and the coup de grace, a black harness with a purple double-ended dildo.
Maki picks through her spoils and, after deeming each one acceptable, leaves them out on the kitchen table.
Yuuta returns home from his jog around an hour later, dropping his keys in the bowl by their door and toeing off his shoes. He heads straight for the fridge to grab a water and pauses when he notices everything on the kitchen table. Maki watches from the corner of her eye, sitting on their couch, as he changes course. When he strolls to the table and picks up one of the bottles of lube, scanning the label on the back, Maki’s lips curve into a grin.
“Everything came?” he asks.
“Yep,” says Maki.
“This is a lot of stuff.”
Maki hums.
He slowly picks over all the items and eventually, he strays to the black harness. Yuuta holds it up and turns it around in his hands, glancing over his shoulder at Maki. Almost like he's trying to imagine what it might look like on her.
“I’m ready when you are,” she says.
Yuuta lowers the harness. “I’ve been ready.”
She doesn’t get the delivery notification from the tracking app until a full two days later.