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Vivid Bad Squad had only gotten closer and closer upon coming together as a group. It had been a couple of years now; since, An had confessed to Kohane, and Toya had confessed to Akito. Both pairs were officially dating, now, and it only served to strengthen their already strong bonds. They would both occasionally jab teasingly at the other; well, namely it was An and Akito, their rivalry still just as strong as ever. The entire group was even closer than ever before... though none of them had any idea that it would continue to escalate from here.
An and Akito are slumped over in a booth at Weekend Garage, after closing hours. They'd been getting in practice while their respective partners were busy with other things today. Their set list was ever expanding, and only getting more difficult, with the inclusion of more and more... sensual kinds of songs. Practice with just the two of them was somewhat awkward, but pointedly ignored in favor of actually improving. Now, though, they've worn themselves out. "Whew... still can't believe they put this one on our set list," An breathes out, taking a sip of her soda.
"..Yeah," Akito mumbles. "Still wild to see Toya and Kohane dancing to somethin' like this."
"Hey, thinking about Kohane like this is my job," An says sharply, lightly kicking Akito in the shin under the table with a chuckle. "...Also, hey, why's it not weird when it comes to me?!?"
"Wh--" Akito sputters indignantly, struggling to come up with words. "Y-you've always liked performing this kind of music, even before we got with the group!"
An huffs, but seems to accept his answer. "Fair enough, I guess. It's pretty normal for you, too. Though, gotta say, your performance has been pretty lacking," she prods, her tone shifting to a teasing one.
"You--" he grumbles through gritted teeth. "It's just weird, practicing without the other two," he insists.
An chuckles slyly. "Because of the subject matter? Weird bein' alone with a girl, huh~?"
"That's not-- what I fuckin' meant," he growls, and she laughs at his defensive response.
"Sure, sure. Wouldn't it be easier, though, without Toya being a distraction~?"
"Oh, shut up," Akito grumbles, making An chuckle again. Silence stretches on between them for a few moments, but it's lighthearted, not awkward. Eventually, though, An speaks up again, shattering all pretenses of comfort as usual.
"I guess I'm kind of distracting, too, if you're still performing sub-par~" She teases, and now he's the one kicking her in the shin under the table.
"Wh-- don't be so full of yourself," he stammers irritably, furrowing his brows angrily to cover up any ounce of flusteredness that may have shown on his face. An narrows her eyes at him slightly, an unfortunate sign that she's able to see right through him. The thought makes him uncomfortable, and he looks pointedly away, sipping his soda.
"You aren't denying it," she teases, voice smug. "Don't think I don't catch the way you eye me up mid-song~"
Akito can't stop his face from heating up this time. "I-- I gotta learn the choreography somehow!" He exclaims with flustered frustration. An's giggle only makes it worse.
"Haha, oh man, you should see how red your face is right now-" she chokes out between her laughter, and when he kicks her again, it only makes her laugh harder. "Embarrassing you is so fun," she breathes out, wiping her eyes.
"You're an asshole," he mutters, and it makes her choke on a laugh again. "You're somehow even worse than Toya."
"Oh my god, Toya does it to you?? You're a bottom??" She exclaims, slamming a hand on the table. "Oh my god, that's so cute, what the fuck," she wheezes out between the hardest laughter she's had so far.
"Oh my god, An, shut the fuck up---" he sputters, trying to no avail to interrupt her laughter. "That is not what I meant--!"
"Somehow I just had a feeling-" she desperately attempts to regain her breath. "I knew you seemed like a bottom," she manages to get out. Akito puts both his hands on the table and stands up abruptly, face bright red but scrunched up in anger.
"Why are you so invested in my fuckin' sex life, huh?" He demands, leaning closer to her. She blinks up to make eye contact, her laughter finally beginning to fade a bit. They merely stare at each other for a few moments, An contemplating her next words before she speaks.
"What can I say? Teasing you is fun," An says, and surprisingly, her voice is honest rather than smug. "Kohane requires... a much more gentle touch, but with you, I can be as much of an asshole as I wanna," she states with a slight lopsided grin. Akito's flushed face shifts into a look of confusion.
"Are you sayin' you get off on making fun of me?"
"Maybe a little." She responds immediately, with no hesitation, and Akito recoils, sputtering with shock. An grins a little wider. "Love getting to crack your pride, see your cool facade fade away. Honestly, I'm a little jealous Toya gets to see it in such an erotic way~"
Akito's still reeling, his mouth opening and closing with no idea what words to say. "Y-you... You're a fuckin' w-weirdo," he manages to grit out.
"Hmm, maybe, yeah. But, do you not enjoy it too?" She asks him, slowly dragging her eyes down his body. "Cuz... it sure seems like you do," she adds, pointing in the direction of the faintly visible bulge in his pants, not quite obscured by his hoodie.
He glances down to where her gaze lies, and abruptly sits back down so she can't see it anymore. His face contorts in frustration and embarrassment, and he looks away. "Y-you're talking so blatantly about s-sexual shit, it ain't my fault," he murmurs, voice extremely quiet. An chuckles faintly, and suddenly Akito nearly jolts out of his skin; An has plopped her foot on the seat right between his legs, and gingerly nudges his erection with it. His head whips back to look at her with wide eyes, and his startled reaction makes her grin.
"Yeah, I know... you're a horndog just like me." She says quietly, a foreign tone seeping into her voice, one Akito realizes is eroticism. "Like I said... 's exciting, embarrassing you like this. I'm feeling it, too." She presses more insistently against his erection, rubbing her foot slightly up and down, and he flinches again, pressing himself back against the chair.
"An-- d-don't," he whispers through gritted teeth. She tilts her head at him, imploring him silently to elaborate. "You... you're with Kohane, so-" he mumbles, and she pauses.
"You're right, but... It's fine. She won't mind."
Akito sputters, surprised at her words. "A-are you sure??"
She nods with a smirk. "Maybe, just maybe... We've talked about this before," she admits. Akito's eyes widen, and his mouth falls open with a faint gasp as An presses firmly against his dick again. "So... let's go back to my room." She pulls her foot away and stands, looking him straight in the eye with an overwhelmingly heated expression before she turns and begins to head into the back of the cafe. Akito stares after her for a moment, dumbfounded... and yet, when she pauses in the doorway and looks back at him, he slowly stands and begins to follow her.
She leads him into her room, locking the door behind the both of them, something Akito definitely notices with a nervous hitch in his breath. He stands awkwardly in the middle of the room, unsure what to do now, tension filling the air. An walks past him, grabs his arm roughly, and drags him over to the bed. He sputters out nervous, cut-off words, but An gives him a push and he plops onto the bed, looking up at her with a red face that only flushes brighter when he sees her expression. Her eyes are dark with lust, and a faint grin spreads across her face as she stands in front of him. "I like being able to push you around like that."
He averts his gaze, unable to hold eye contact when she looks at him like that. "Wh-what do you plan to do?" He asks faintly, and she shrugs within the corner of his vision.
"Hmm, I dunno. I just want to see you fall apart," she hums, and he bites his lip, anxious anticipation filling his chest. Before he can prepare himself at all, she drops a knee onto the bed next to him, tossing her other leg over his lap and straddling him, hands on his shoulders. No contact is made with the tent in his pants, yet, but he can feel her warmth looming over him, and he flinches under her. They have never been this close to each other before. She pushes slightly on his shoulders, not forcing him down, but suggesting it, in a way. "How about you lay back, big boy?" She says, the joking tone in her voice once again.
With a huff at her dumb nickname, he obliges, laying back onto the bed and scooting in a little further so his legs don't hang off. She hovers over him as he does, watching. Her gaze drifts back down to the bulge in his pants, and she hums again. "Mind if I take these off?" She asks, although her hands are already reaching for the hem of his pants before she's even finished asking. He flinches, but doesn't stop her, lifting his hips up enough that she can shimmy them down and shove them into the floor. He averts his gaze again, shame washing over him now that his erection is out in the open. She grasps his shirt, tugging that off of him as well. She gives a contented hum. "Heh, I never really expected to actually see you naked underneath me like this," she says casually. He wants to squirm under her gaze, but merely grips the sheets tighter and stays as still as he can.
It doesn't last long; An finally grasps his cock with no hesitation, her other hand gripping his hip firmly. She runs a fingertip over the precum leaking from his slit, before smearing it down across his length. He inhales sharply with a hiss, his body visibly tensing, and much to his dismay, his cock throbs in her palm. She grins. "Mmh, I knew you were a horndog," she breathes out. He grits his teeth, vaguely growling at her, but she just chuckles. She finally lowers her entire weight onto his leg where she's perched, and grinds her hips down into him, rubbing against his thigh with her core. He flinches, exhaling a breathy gasp, and twitches in her hand again. In response, she strokes him firmer, harder, eliciting another shaky inhale from him. "Love watching you twitch 'n squirm," she says quietly.
Suddenly, one of his hands drifts to grab her thigh. "A-ain't fair, being the only one naked," he grits out with a shaky voice, glancing back to catch her gaze again.
"Hmmh, I guess so," she acknowledges, shifting off of him to stand and begin to strip. She keeps her eyes locked on him as she tosses her shirt across the room; his face is bright red with embarrassment, but he can't keep his eyes from wandering over her body as it's revealed. The gaze on her makes her own face feel hot, but it also only spurs her on, seeing the thinly veiled lust in his expression.
She tugs her underwear off, holding them up for him to see with a little snicker. "See how wet I am?" She murmurs, showing him the large damp spot on the crotch of her panties. A muffled, garbled groan comes from somewhere deep in his throat, and he sharply looks away again. She chuckles deeply at his reaction, tossing the final article of clothing away and climbing back on top of him.
"As cute as it is watching you be so shy... you don't have to hold back so hard," she mumbles to him, idly tracing her fingers across his abdomen. He glances back, head still turned away, but shuts his eyes again, overwhelmed no matter where he looks. "Like, you can touch me, y'know," she prods teasingly, grabbing one of his wrists where it's clenched into the blankets at his side. She tugs it away from the sheets and places it on her hip, and Akito gingerly, nervously obliges and grips her hip. She smiles lopsidedly down at him. "That's more like it," she purrs, and returns her hand to his erection, stroking it teasingly. His other hand releases the sheets and drifts up to touch her as well, landing on her thigh again and lightly squeezing it. She strokes him faster, relishing in the tightening of his grip and the shaky exhale of breath. "Good boy," she says quietly, and an embarrassing noise slips from his throat again. She laughs breathlessly, thumbing at his tip. "Mmh, reaction noted," she hums, and he grips her thigh tighter, in an ineffective attempt to be threatening.
Their gazes meet again, and Akito is baffled that she is somehow still able to look even more lustful than before. She lowers her weight onto his leg again, and immediately, he can feel the hot slick of her against his thigh, practically dripping down his leg. She ruts her hips against him again, gliding easily and wetly, and his head falls back violently with a thump, his eyes screwed shut with a grunt. "F-fuckin' hell, An--" he groans, voice deep and hoarse with arousal. She vaguely laughs, but it's so breathy he can hardly tell. His cock is twitching aggressively in her grasp, and she tightens her grip in a way that makes him bite his lip, desperately trying to hold back sounds.
"Mmmfh, this's so.. hot..." she breathes, continuing to grind herself against his leg. Slowly, Akito's hands shift to reach towards An's ass, squeezing in a way that pushes her a little harder against him. She lets out a faint pleasured huff in response, one that only makes Akito's head spin faster. Everything happening is so surreal and sudden that Akito can't wrap his head around it. And frankly, he's too far gone to even try.
"Y-you're so fuckin' wet, An, wh-what the hell," he cusses, his wandering hands getting gradually rougher. She makes a noise akin to a whine that goes straight to his dick, his mouth falling open to pant for air.
Suddenly, she pulls her hips away, breathing heavily. She stares straight at him with half-lidded eyes, so intense that he writhes under her gaze. "Nnh, not enough," she breathes. "Can I... Sit on your face?" She murmurs, sounding a little embarrassed herself now.
Akito bites back another muffled grunt, dropping his hands back to the sheets. "Y-yeah," he pants, breathless, and An can't help but grin at the poorly hidden excitement in his expression.
She flips around and shifts, throwing a leg over his head and straddling it. He stares up at her pussy, in full view and extremely close to him. Wetness has coated her entire crotch and even dripped down her inner thighs. She glances back at him, bracing her hands on either side of his hips. "Mmnh, love the way you're looking at me," she hums.
"Ff-fuck," he hisses, his hands reaching up to grip her ass again, tugging her down towards him at the same moment he dives forward, lapping at her clit with vigor.
"A--aah..!" She startles, legs twitching on either side of his face. He starts right into a fast, aggressive pace that has her gasping for air. "Sh--shit, Akito, wow--" she stutters out, rocking her hips against his mouth. He groans against her, squeezing and massaging the soft, squishy skin of her ass. She lowers her head with a deep moan, and his cock pulses in front of her. She catches sight of it and leans further down, her breasts pressing against his abdomen, his cock throbbing again, and she takes it into her hand, stroking lightly near the base. Her heavy breathing against it makes Akito shudder under her, in disbelief that her face is so close to it.
He pulls away for a moment, catching his breath, but a shaky moan is yanked out of him when An leans forward and licks a sensual stripe up his shaft. She swirls her tongue around the tip, wrapping her lips around it and lapping at the leaking precum, and he shudders out a groan. She sucks at just the head for a moment, before pulling away with a faint, lewd pop. "Mmhh, don't slack off, now," she instructs, and Akito tugs her back down against his tongue. She gives a faint whimper in response before her mouth is back on his cock; this time she takes in more of him, until he nears the back of her mouth. She sucks, hard, and starts bobbing her head at a relentlessly quick pace, letting out faint moans and puffs of breath against him as she does.
Akito groans between wide licks, struggling to focus on both sensations at once. He slips one of his hands back, running it along her lips, letting out a shuddering grunt at the wetness that immediately coats his fingers. He spreads her slightly with the other hand, circling her clit with two fingers and observing the visible twitching of her clit and entrance. She pulls away, saliva stringing between his cock and her lips, though she immediately replaces it with firm strokes of her hand. "H-hey, that's.. embarrassing," she whines, and he's the one who chuckles breathlessly this time.
"Payback," he says curtly, voice octaves lower than it normally is. He slips one finger up to her entrance, gently sliding it inside, and they both groan in response. It's so incredibly warm and soft, and there was no resistance, just the glide of her slick and faint fluttering of her walls around the finger. "Sh--shit," he hisses, thrusting it in and out, his cock twitching violently at the faint, lewd squelching noises.
"Mmmffh, f-fuck," she exhales, fisting his throbbing dick tighter. "More," she gasps out, eliciting another groan from him in response. He obliges, pulling that finger out to push two back in, and this time there's some slight resistance, but the moan An lets out proves it is absolutely not painful. He thrusts those two fingers in and out, curling them slightly into a spot that makes her legs clamp down on either side of his head. "Fuck, th-there," she moans, her hips beginning to rock back onto his fingers.
"Shit, An-- s-so hot," he hisses, leaning back up to lap at her swollen clit while he fingers her. Her reaction is incredible; she immediately tightens around his fingers, her legs trembling as she gasps out an erotic moan. He can vaguely feel her clit twitching against his tongue, and her walls rhythmically pulse around his fingers, almost feeling as if they're sucking them in. She dives back down and takes his dick back into her mouth, making him moan against her. She takes him all the way to the hilt, gagging only slightly, and his whole body shudders under her. "Holy shit-" he gasps out, fucking his fingers into her harder, and she pulls off with a gasp.
"O-one more finger," she demands hurriedly, a pleasured desperation in her voice. Without waiting, she starts to suck him again, bobbing her head with a similar desperation.
"Fuck--" Akito grunts, pressing three fingers inside of her, and her back visibly arches as she ruts back onto them. He thrusts them fast and rough, curling them into the spot that makes her legs seem like they'll give out, and groans at her ruthless pace on his cock. "A-An--- if you keep it up- f-fuck, I--" he stutters, trying to give her some sort of warning that he's getting close. However, she just moans around him and doubles down, and he groans deep, feeling his orgasm coil even tighter in his abdomen. He lunges back onto her clit, lapping aggressively, her wetness dripping off his chin onto his chest. She's clenching so tightly around him now that he can hardly thrust his fingers, but he diligently keeps trying, roughly rubbing his fingertips against the spot inside of her that's seeming to become swollen.
Suddenly, she yanks her head away from his dick with a loud gasp. Once again, she replaces her mouth with her hand quickly, fisting him hard and fast. "A-Akito, fuckkk, 'm gonna cum--" she whines, and Akito can't help but moan against her clit. Her legs are shuddering hard, pressing a little uncomfortably against the sides of his head, but her whimpers are rising and rising until she climaxes with a loud, shaking, drawn-out moan. Her whole body practically convulses, an unexpected splash of wetness splattering across Akito's lower face as he fingerfucks her through it, continuing to mouth at her clit in a haze of incredible arousal, until she tenses up violently and weakly smacks his leg to get him to stop.
He pulls his head away, and slowly slips his fingers out of her, visible strands of wetness dripping from them, and he faintly whines at the sight. "F-fuck, An, you--" he stutters quietly, awe in his raspy voice. "Y-you squirted," he groans in disbelief.
"Oh fuck, r-really?" An breathes out, body still trembling. She shakily lifts herself up enough to look between their bodies, and surely enough, Akito's *covered* in her juices. Their eyes meet, his open wide, with pupils blown with lust. His mouth is slightly open, panting, and An gives a weak moan at the sight. "Shit... you look so hot, like that--" she mutters. "Looks like you don't mind, huh~" she teases him, her voice still breathless and full of lust. His head falls back with a groan, eyes screwed shut, and An faintly laughs. "Your turn, now," she purrs, grasping his dick again, and it throbs violently against her hand. She strokes him just as fast as before, and a gasp is wrenched from his mouth.
"An, fuck, a-aah..!" He groans out, body tightening up underneath hers. One hand grips her thigh, while the other clenches desperately in the sheets, whimpers and grunts he can't hold back falling from his lips.
An grins sharply at him. "C'mon, your turn to make a mess of me," she breathes, her voice sounding raspy and pleasured just from watching him fall apart from his own pleasure. His hips buck frantically up into her hand, cock throbbing and hardening in a way that An can tell he's about to cum. "Fuck, Akito, cum for me, cum on me," she groans, and within moments he's shuddering violently, spurting hot liquid across An's face and hand.
"Oh fuck--- nnnngggh--!"
"Mmmh, good boy, fuck," she purrs, giggling as her words make another small spurt of cum splatter onto Akito's abdomen. She continues to stroke him until he stops leaking cum, and even then, she continues a little longer just to toy with him. Then, she slowly pulls away, shifting to lay next to him instead of on top of him. After a moment, their eyes meet, both looking incredibly exhausted, yet the faint tinges of arousal are still there. Akito eyes the cum on her face, to which she responds by licking some of it off her lips with a smirk. He immediately looks away, which makes her laugh. "Even after that, you're still embarrassed," she teases.
"...'M embarrassed how much I enjoyed it," he mutters, still trying to catch his breath. An chuckles, but her smile seems more fond than smug.
"Yeah. I enjoyed it a lot, too," she says.
"I could tell," Akito retorts, face red yet vaguely amused. This time, An is the one who blushes and sputters for words, making Akito chuckle. "D'you mind if I.. use your shower? I don't think tissues is gonna be enough for this," Akito says with a laugh that An joins in on.
"Of course; come get me when you're done, I need one too," she says, and a strangely normal, casual vibe fills the air between them even as Akito is putting his pants back on and An is reclined on the bed, staring at his ass.
It's relieving, knowing this sudden act of impulse wouldn't affect their relationship or the group. If anything, maybe it'd even be good for them... An will have to tell Kohane about this later. And maybe, if he doesn't die of embarrassment, Akito will tell Toya, too. Maybe... Maybe this wouldn't just be one random fling.