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vivid polyamoury squad, as mizuki had taken to calling them, had moved in together after graduating. y'know, normal four-person-couple things. and, like, they'd done it a few times. by that she means she'd grabbed akitos ass to piss him off and made out with kohane one time. so not at all, really. and, like, she'd masturbated a few times. she stole a shitty bullet vibrator from a mall once 'cause she didn't want to be seen buying it! but she'd never figured out how to actually, y'know, do it.
an shiraishi was shit at sex stuff.
there. that's it, that's the whole glorious revelation she came to. she never went further than holding hands and chaste kisses.
an shiraishi was also shit at asking for help.
this was not a new revelation, but the fact it was something as embarrassing as this made it a thousand times worse.
she thought she could just, like, put it off. forever. never have this highly humiliating conversation. or maybe just skip past the conversation to the afterwards part.
that was until she walked in on akito and toya making out in the kitchen just a week after they moved in.
okay, whatever! that's barely sex stuff, even with their hands pulling at each other's hair and grinding against each other in a way that made her high-key jealous. it's not that important. she just had to hurry up and grow a pair.
kohane probably wouldn't judge her. she would ask kohane for help. like. tomorrow morning.
yup. plan in place. nothing could possibly go wrong.
that evening, everything went wrong.
"aah- toya-kun~"
akito glared at their bedroom door, exasperatedly. "we're gonna have to tell them the walls are thinner than we thought." they were thick enough you couldn't hear spoken conversations, so he thought they would've been fine, but guess not…
an snorted. "you looked like you were enjoying it a second ago."
"what- oh, fuck off, i am not that much of a cuck."
" that much doing a lot of heavy lifting." she met his smile with a smirk, far more smug outwardly than she truly felt. common occurrence.
"you wouldn't- wait, dude, aren't you literally ace? why do you give a fuck about my sex life anyway?"
he phrased it as a half-joke, but she tilted her head in confusion. "..no?"
"..you are literally wearing an ace jacket right now."
she looked down. "oh, shit, it is an ace jacket." she shrugged it off, because suddenly the heat felt suffocating.
now it was his turn to look incredibly bewildered. "was that not.. intentional?"
"nope."
"huh." he shrugged. "you never made a move on me, even after we started dating so i just assumed-"
"akito." she looked him dead in the eyes. "i'm not ace, just really dumb."
he stared back, confusion increasing exponentially. "what does that mean."
"ah, fuck, i'm gonna have to clarify what i'm trying to say."
"yes?????"
she yanked away from the eye contact, flushing. "i was just kinda hoping one of you would, y'know, m-"
"you're not ace but you haven't done anything with anyone??" he exclaimed, humor setting in a second behind. "you- holy shit, an, you're- you're so pathetic. jesus christ."
"shush!!" she hissed. "i don't need them to know that."
"but telling me is fine?"
"actually, you were the last person i wanted to know-"
"jesus fucking christ, an, i'm- holy shit," he paused. "you are a fucking dumbass."
"i am well aware."
"you know they both think you're ace, too, right?"
she shoved her head into the nearest soft object, which happened to be akito's chest. "'m nt fkmmng tmmling thmm," she mumbled.
"speak up, sweetheart." he teased, running his hand through her hair, picking out the stray star clips wherever he saw them.
she groaned, turning over and flopping herself onto his lap so they could attempt normal conversation. "i am not telling them. i'm in too deep."
"you gotta tell them eventually, if you want anything to happen."
"i'll live a life of celibacy to avoid five minutes of humiliation," she decided. "can't be too hard, i've made it this far."
he laughed, lightly, almost as if this were a regular conversation and they weren't discussing an's absolute sexual idiocy. "i'm pretty sure celibate people don't jack off either."
"...can't be too hard, made it this far." she reiterated.
he blinked at her.
she blinked back.
"you are not fucking telling me-"
"i am being completely honest with you right now."
"you are fucking with me."
"i am not."
"you- holy fucking mary on a cross, i am- do you even know where the clit is?" he joked.
joked. he said it in jest. but an stared at him like he'd just pointed out the obvious.
"an."
"akito."
"i am going to kill you."
"go ahead. i'm dying of humiliation anyway."
"how- i am the only person in this flat who doesn't have a pussy, and i know where the clit is."
"i spend my time doing things like practice, rather than looking at anatomical diagrams or something."
"you can?? see it??"
"funnily enough, akito, there's some boobs in the way."
he paused. no retort for that one. "but- seriously? are you sure you're not ace?"
"yeah."
he paused again.
"i could, um. show you, if you wanted."
"you'd do that? just like, on a whim?"
"an," he grit his teeth, thinking about how to phrase this. he couldn't just admit everything he'd thought over the years, he would sound insane and possibly feral. "you wear the most revealing clothing you can find. you're my fucking girlfriend. and i thought you were off-limits for the better part of two years. of course i'm down."
she stared, unsure of what comes next. "oh," was all she could muster.
a beat. "you need me to tell you what to do, don't you?"
"..yeah."
he nodded. "alright. i can do that." he pushed her off his lap and got up himself, so they were both in the corridor-like gap between each of their twin beds.
for the first time, he looked just as out of his depth as she did.
"you sound nervous."
"don't wanna fuck up your first time."
"are you that much of a bottom bitch that you don't know where you want me?"
he rolled his eyes. "please, i'm not doing anything fancy."
holy fucking hell, he was actually doing this. he stared her down, hands snaking around her hips. they fit almost perfectly.
the way an looked up at him, it was like he'd flipped a switch in the back of her mind. eyes blown wide and darting around, sweating slightly, hands fidgeting across his back and shoulders once she remembered she had them. if they were in an anime, she'd have heart eyes.
not like he was much better. this was probably - definitely - the closest he'd ever been to an in a context like this, less than an inch of space between their flushed chests. he always guessed she didn't want this, but…
he pulled her in for a kiss, longer than those an initiated, letting himself indulge in something he'd thought was too much for her. pressed his tongue against her lips, to a surprised squeak. a second later, she realised she had to actually do something, and let him in.
technically, this wasn't 100% new territory for an. not long after they'd gotten together, she and kohane'd fooled around once, maybe twice. but that was more the thrill of something new, it was sloppy and weird and an didn't really see the point in it.
now, though? she could get addicted to this. maybe it was that akito had experience, maybe it was that she could trust him to show her what to do, whereas before she and kohane had been as young and dumb as each other. maybe it was just being in a relationship for longer. maybe it was just her being older, and knowing for sure she wanted this. probably a combination.
while she'd been lost in her thoughts, he'd pulled back, breaking the kiss.
oh, right. she's supposed to be breathing.
he let her catch her breath, then glared at her. "when someone leaves your mouth, you're supposed to go into theirs."
"oh." a beat. "did you want me to-"
"yes!"
"um." she awkwardly pulled him back in by the shoulder, tilting her head.
he rolled his eyes again, mentally berating himself for getting with such a moron.
she got the message this time, stiffly trying to recreate the motions from earlier. it felt kinda like she was just poking around his mouth, nothing like what he did to her. akito seemed to like it though, from the grip on her waist and the hand running up to meet her hair.
they parted only a few seconds later, an having forgotten to breathe again. you'd think such a skilled singer would have better stamina, but he supposed it didn't transfer.
he pulled his hand out of her hair, stepping backwards. "sit on the bed."
she complied. "what are you gonna-"
he knelt down between her knees. "finger you. maybe eat you out. dunno." he glanced up at her. "also, we know the walls are thin. if you want an easy way to let them know-"
"i will
not
moan like a whore."
he shrugged. "if you say so." he hooked his finger on her waistband.
while he was getting comfortable, she stared at the door like it was the most interesting thing she'd seen all week. the other two were still going at it. how long did sex even last?
akito glanced at the door, too, hands on her knees, when toya let out a wanton moan that probably meant the neighbours would know all their names soon enough.
"fuckin' hell…" he muttered. "don't be that loud, we don't need a noise complaint."
"yessir." she muttered, turning back to face him properly. he was staring down her pussy like he'd seen at a hundred.
well. she knew he'd seen at least two.
is this what eyefucking meant? shed have to google it later.
oh, another fun fact about an: she didn't shave. not like akito minded, but his first action was to push the bush away from her clit, brushing past it as he did. she hissed in response, unconsciously gripping at the bedsheets.
"jesus.." he furrowed his eyebrows, thinking. "you're seriously pent up."
"oh, wow, am i?" she muttered. "thanks, captain obvious."
there was no way this situation was real, he decided. an was dripping like a leaky faucet through her untouched folds, enough that the spot she was sitting on was already damp.
he shook his head. nope, real. he could smell it. dammit, that smell went straight to his dick. whatever. not important. snap out of it, akito, be a fucking top for once.
he pressed one finger to an's clit, just to test the waters. unfortunately for their noise complaint prospects, she moaned like a virgin, an electric shock shaking her whole body.
wait. she was a virgin.
whatever. he can think about that later. he moved his free hand to her ass, gripping it for stability, while rubbing that finger back and forth. hesitantly, she moved her hand back to akito's bed, keeping her noises to a minimum by pure willpower.
the movement in the other room halted for a second. he wasn't sure if she noticed, but they definitely knew. he didn't stop, though, and instead moved his finger downwards, adding a second as it reached her entrance. she whined for a second, before stilling as he pressed them into her, swirling them around in her overflowing juices. shit, he shouldn't think of them as juices. now he won't stop thinking about drinking them until he gets to taste the real thing…
"aki-"
"shh. just trust me." he muttered, pulling them back out and moving to press them against her clit again, rolling back and forth.
he wasn't sure someone that tense could get more, well, tense, but it only took around ten more seconds of that for her eyes to roll back and something halfway between a whine and a scream to rip itself out of her throat like a raging beast, while his ticket in the splash zone gave him an opportunity to be drenched.
"great, you're a squirter." he muttered sarcastically, pulling himself up to tuck the hair out of her blissed out eyes and wipe his face on the front of his shirt. "how was that, love?"
an made a noise somewhere between a choked whine and an strangled attempt at the word "good", grabbing at his waist and pulling him into a hug, where she could stick her face into the nape of his neck.
he smiled, so fondly that seeing anyone else wear that face would've made him viscerally sick. he was fully in love with this girl, huh? everything she did, even if that was admitting to being a virgin two years into their relationship, squirting all over his face, and then demanding cuddles in an incredibly awkward position that was not good for his spine, made him want to drop down on one knee and pull out a ring he hadn't bought and promise her a ceremony he couldn't afford with deeply touching vows he hadn't written.
"i take it you're done, love?' he spoke, into the shell of her ear.
"..no. just needed a second."
"mhm," he nodded. "makes sense. how'd it feel?"
"like an explosion. but good."
"pretty apt description."
she paused for a second. "i want…"
"tell me what you want, love, and i'll make it happen." he pulled away from the hug, lowering himself back to his knees.
"a billion yen," she joked.
he glared. "within reason."
she sighed softly, looking away as the flush filled her cheeks once again. "put- put your finger in me." she muttered, embarrassed. "fingers," she corrected.
"okay." he pushed her knees apart again. "you want me to start with two?"
"y-yeah," she breathed, nodding to make sure he got the message.
so he did. he started just by thrusting them in and out, getting her used to the sensation, watching the rise and fall of her chest. he didn't get how people would shove or force their partners into situations they were uncomfortable with. wouldn't seeing, let alone causing, their distress make you want to rip off your skin to make it right?
maybe he was just, as an would likely put it, down bad. oh well. probably a good thing, if he was being completely honest.
once he was certain she was comfortable, he pushed deeper, looking for her g-spot. she whined slightly as he hit it, which he took as an invitation to curl his fingers and start moving faster.
she managed to bite her tongue until he brought his free hand to her clit again, simply rubbing in time with his pumps. a few curses spilled past her, even his name a couple of times.
it took longer this time, and she threw her head back in a vain attempt to keep her lewdness inside.
he slipped his fingers out of her, staring at her mess.
with the ensuing silence, she realised the other two had long since stopped. oh, they so heard her.
she flinched as akito pressed a cool kiss to the inside of her hot thigh.
"a-akito, i think i'm done. you don't need to-"
"just let me taste.." came the murmured reply.
right. he had needs too. he'd probably worked himself up something crazy, and he was still in all his clothes. but right now, the only thing he seemed to want to do was lap up her mess like a dog. he stopped when he looked up, catching her stare.
"just wanted a taste of you.." he muttered, embarrassed, as he pulled away.
"it-it's fine, akito, really, i-" she swallowed. "is there.. anything else you wanted?" she looked pointedly at the tent in his sweatpants.
"'t's fine. you just said you're done, so.." he shrugged.
"akito." she glared at him. "i don't want to cum any more. but i'm more than willing to help you cum."
he stared at her, like this was a foreign idea. it really wasn't, but he didn't exactly have the greatest track record in letting people help him, whether that's with making dinner or jacking off. calculating what the least risky move was only took him a few seconds, but that time felt like torture to an.
finally, he told her to take off her shirt. she agreed, presuming she was also supposed to take off her bra (which really wasn't her's, by the way. she stole one of kohane's 'cause she forgot to do laundry). when she turned back around, she first noticed that he had also stripped completely. second, he had been slacking off on his workout routine (the whole "moving to the other side of the city and leaving everything you know and love" seemed to have taken up his time) or eating more than he used to, maybe as much as when they were teenagers (the whole "moving to the other side of the city and leaving everything you know and love" seemed to have pushed all of them to stress eat) and the extra regained weight looked so fucking good on him. why people chiselled themselves into beauty standards when their original body looked so beautiful to begin with, she'd never know. third, cock did not look how she thought it did.
"..looks like a weird sausage."
"have you seriously never seen a dick before?"
"what do you think?"
"point taken."
he pushed her back onto the bed, not forcefully at all. he was really so unguarded around her.. he massaged at her shoulders as he leaned closer to her, as if that would make him stop feeling so nervous.
"so, uh.. what's the plan?" she asked, grinning up at him as she pressed a finger to the tip.
he shuddered for a second. fucking hell, this woman was intoxicating. "boobjob," he supplied through gritted teeth.
"aw," she muttered. "kinda wanted to suck it."
"please, you don't know your limits. you'd shred your throat 'cause you wouldn't know how to help yourself and be out of practice for a fortnight." he pushed his face into the nape of her neck, kissing lightly.
"mm. probably. you know best." she ran her hands down his back, landing at the soft squidge she'd been admiring earlier. "this looks good on you, by the way."
"what does?"
"eating more than the bare minimum."
he muttered something unintelligible, before pulling back away from her with a skeptical expression. "it doesn't."
"you ordered pancakes at the restaurant last night and looked the happiest i've seen you in at least a month."
"i've been pretty damn happy this evening."
"plus. the weight looks good on you." she stared up at him, honesty blazing in her eyes. "don't you dare say the muscles look better. you can have both."
he would rather die than see how red he'd gone in that second. "jesus," he murmured, finally. "just let me fuck your chest, woman."
"..so, you'll keep it, then?"
"yeah, fine, whatever."
"yes!" she crowed. "toya's gonna be so happy when i tell him-!"
"toya likes it too, huh?" he mumbled, smiling like a fuckin' sap.
"aanyway." she grabbed his chin, tilting it back towards her. "boobjob?"
"r-right. yeah."
"do i just, like.." she took his shaft in her hand, slotting it between her tits.
"probably easier if you're lying down and-"
"-you're moving on top of me, got it." she turned, lying herself flat on his bed. "hurry up."
he swung a leg over her, hoisting himself so his dick was just above her boobs.
"so i just squeeze like-"
"y-yeah,"
"and then you move like-"
"that," he finished.
he thrusted back and forth for a couple of seconds, before an got bored and wanted something to do with her hands.
her hands moved across his body, a silent understanding between them of what an was trying to find. he wasn't gonna give her any hints, however.
little to no reaction from his waist or nipples, awkward to reach his face: last point of call, his ass. she had a suspicion that he was normally a bottom, and was simply directing her 'cause she had no fuckin' clue what to do. lo and behold, he moaned the second she pressed a curious finger to his asshole.
..damn, she loved the sound.
she wanted to actually get her fingers in, but that didn't seem likely without lube. oh well. she simply kept poking and rubbing at it, and that seemed to do the trick, 'cause akito spilt all over her boobs and neck.
she grinned up at him. "you alright there?"
"yeah," he muttered. "god, you're beautiful like this."
"calm down, romeo." she wriggled her hands free, running a finger through the mess and dipping it into her mouth. she swallowed, and grimaced. "you get a taste of me, i get a taste of you. can't say i like it, though."
he grunted as he pulled himself off her, flushed all across his body. "it'll harden if you leave it."
"right." she sat up and grabbed for her discarded shirt, rubbing it off to the best of her ability. "should we, um, deal with the sheets?"
"we can just sleep in your bed," he gestured absentmindedly, before collapsing down in her bed.
she laughed, flicking off the lights before joining him. "lazy bitch."
he groaned. "let me enjoy my wonderful girlfriend, alright?"
"no can do, mister!" she punched a kiss on his cheek. "no, but seriously, thank you. i was scared as all hell before you started being all sweet like that."
he sighed, pulling her just that inch closer. "i would do anything for you, alright? just say the word."
"yeah," she murmured, already drifting off. "night, aki.."
"g'night, love." he whispered.