Before you knew it, another day had flown by. Between running the winter troupe practices and exercises with the spring troupe, your hands were more than full. Tsuzuru was still friendly to you during practice, but you couldn’t ignore the lingering stares he sent your way, turning away abruptly the moment you noticed.
If the other actors noticed, they didn’t say anything. Itaru continued to play his mobile games, Masumi still lingered at your side, and Citron spouted his nonsensical idioms. Sakuya was his usual sunshiny self, and you were grateful that most of the troupe was normal despite what had happened the night before.
Why am I thinking of it like it’s a bad thing?
It wasn’t much of a secret that you were lacking in the romance department, especially at what should probably be one of the more free-spirited times of your life. But you were here for a reason, and you had fallen so in love with directing. Was it really the worst thing in the world if you had a week or so to fool around with these men?
Dinner came in the blink of an eye, and as you sat down with your dinner amongst your actors, you realized you hadn’t thought of who to single out for the night. You were starving (maybe in more than one way), so you opted to eat quickly while scoping out the dining room.
Omi busied himself with plating, and a glance told you most of the other actors were already seated and eating. You grabbed a plate of food from the counter and, after a smile and thank-you sent Omi’s way, sat down at the first open seat you came to.
After a full year of directing, you were grateful for the ease with which you could speak to everyone in the dorm. While at first interactions may have been more formal and professional, the warm personalities that gathered at the Mankai Theatre quickly broke the ice. No matter who you sat next to, you were sure some fun banter could be had.
You scanned the table as you began to shift your food around, fork clinking on the pale white of the plate. Itaru and Banri sat to your left, both engrossed in their phones. Itaru wasn’t finished eating, but Banri seemed to have emptied his plate not long ago. Despite your staring, his eyes remained glued to his phone screen. A grain of rice sat to the side of his mouth.
“What are you two playing?” you asked, taking a small mouthful of food.
“New MMO,” they replied in unison.
Neither of the gamers offered any further conversation, so you looked to your right. Hisoka laid face-down onto the table, arms curled around his head as a pillow. You took another bite, understanding now why this seat had remained open. Some of the other actors still lingered in the lounge and kitchen, but none you felt keen on approaching.
How did I ask Tsuzuru to sleep with me again?
With a sigh you scraped up the last few morsels on your plate. As you set your fork back down, Banri stood up from his seat and picked up his empty dishes. He gave Itaru a nod as if to say “see you in-game”, and went back to the kitchen without a word.
At this, Itaru set his phone screen-up onto the table, switching to his left hand to stab at the screen and using his right to shovel his long-cold dinner.
“Huh?” He glanced at you for a moment, pink eyes quickly returning to the anime girls battling on-screen. “Need something?”
“Did you hear about my heater breaking?”
“Yeah. Did it get fixed?”
“Not yet. Would you mind staying with me tonight? I don’t know how long it’ll be until it’s fixed, so…”
While the battle hadn’t yet wrapped up, your question seemed to catch Itaru’s attention. He turned to look at you, his eyes a bit wider than normal.
“It’s fine if you don’t want to!” you said, toying with your fork. You moved your gaze to your empty plate once again, uncomfortable both with asking the gamer to your bedroom and with his reaction. You felt your heart thumping in your chest.
“No, no,” he laughed. His fingers returned to the game to pause the action. “I just didn’t think you’d be asking me to help with that.”
“So, you will?”
“Yeah, I will.” He smiled at you just slightly, the far corner of his mouth curling up. “Over in… twenty?”
“Sounds good. I’ll see you then.”
He nodded at you, much like Banri’s earlier farewell. At that, you picked up your plate and went to deposit the dishes with the others. You didn’t linger in the kitchen long, your heart still racing from the awkward (yet somewhat sexually tense) conversation you just had.
But it was Itaru you had asked to spend the night. The tech-addicted blond wasn’t an endless charmer like some of the other actors here. The several times you had seen his more aggressive video-game related behaviors come out, your first instinct hadn’t been to take the man to bed.
And yet here you were.
You took your time going back to your room, brushing your teeth and flossing to minimize the time spent in the cold. Sure, darting from the lounge area outside and upstairs to your room was brisk, too, but the less time you waited for the next human blanket to arrive, the better.
Itaru arrived on time to your room, knocking twice before entering quickly. You had already changed into your wintery lounge clothes and climbed into bed, but noticed that Itaru just wore his usual outfit for gaming. Thin zip-up over a t-shirt, plus sweats and slippers.
He met your eyes with an eyebrow raised, and you moved to pat the bed next to you when he asked:
“Where can I plug in my phone charger?”
In his hand he held only his phone and it’s designated charger, the other empty (you assumed) and sitting in his pocket.
“Oh. There’s an outlet on this side of the bed.” You gestured to the wall closest to you, and he made like he was going to toss the item in question to you. You barely looked at it after you caught it. Like most phone chargers, it was a phone charger. You plugged it without issue into the wall, and grabbed the end of the cord as you wiggled back under the covers.
Itaru kept an eye on you as he moved onto the bed, the space between you not suggestively close. He held out his phone, and you automatically took it to attach to the charger. The cord was long, and reached your nightstand easily as you set it down.
You turned back to Itaru, shifting the blanket over your shoulders as you curled up onto your side. The blond looked back at you with a smug smile on his face, one arm bent to prop up his head.
“What?” you asked softly, unsure of how to react in this proximity.
“Mind if I play a bit?” He gestured to his phone once more, and you almost made a face at his suggestion. Maybe you had been right to doubt Itaru’s intentions-- no matter what the man did, he always managed to prioritize gaming in some way.
He laughed at your response, scooting just a bit closer as you rolled the other direction to grab his phone.
“Don’t worry, (y/n). I’ll guide you through it.”
You felt your back grow warmer as you pulled Itaru’s phone off the wood. Something began to squeeze between your waist and the mattress, startling you.
“Relax, it’s just me.” You glanced over your shoulder at Itaru, your heart skipping a beat as you realized he had snuggled up behind you. You lifted your body slightly, a chill running down your spine as Itaru snaked his arm around you.
While you weren’t sure how comfortable it was for him to have his arm underneath you, you didn’t object to the change. Itaru moved his opposite arm over your other side, hands meeting to hold up his phone.
You averted your eyes as he punched in his password, looking again as he picked an app to open. While the name of the game was nonsensical to you, the art was immediately appealing. Itaru clicked through several announcements before the main menu appeared.
“Okay, so.” He began to explain the mechanics of the game to you, and it wasn’t long before you stopped listening. You were happy to look at the pretty art, and the basics of fighter types didn’t feel like it would have a lasting impact on your life. With Itaru this close, you could faintly smell the cologne or deodorant he wore, and his breath on your neck tickled a little.
“Shit!” Itaru muttered, his team failing the same mission a second time. With the swipe of a thumb he closed the app, then locked his phone again. No longer needing to hold his head up to see, Itaru’s head fell behind yours, phone forgotten.
“Tired of playing for the night?” you teased, trying your hardest not to react to how much hotter his breath felt on your neck now.
“...No.” Itaru’s arms were still around your torso, and you inhaled sharply as he wrapped them around you. He pulled you flush to his chest, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. “I haven’t played with you enough yet.”
You opened your mouth to respond, only to clamp it shut as you felt Itaru begin to press kisses to your neck. He wasn’t as sloppy as Tsuzuru had been, his mouth lingering in one spot before moving to the next.
His palms pressed lightly against your stomach, one tucked just below your bust and the other sliding slowly down your torso. You almost felt angry at how things had progressed. How had you not seen through his mobile app scheme? The sexual tension earlier had been there, but this pace was frustratingly slow.
As subtle as you could, you rotated your hips backwards. Itaru hadn’t been pressed up against you at the crotch this whole time, but your movement managed to brush him. He hummed at the friction, moving his hips closer so you could feel him against your ass. You sighed in relief as it happened, letting out the breath you had been holding.
“Is this okay?” Itaru asked, one hand rubbing circles just above the hem of your clothing. You shivered in anticipation, and nodded.
“Yeah, more than okay.”
His hand immediately dove below your clothes, his fingers dipping between your folds. You parted your legs for him, gasping as he explored further. In a second he had two fingers pressed gently against your clit, rubbing small circles that felt like heaven to you. You moved your hips in a circle, trying to press back against his fingers as pleasure rolled through you. Itaru groaned behind you, his own hips jutting forward to rub his growing erection against you.
He was hard already, and you felt emboldened by it. You purposefully thrust your hips back, pressing against him as seductively as you could.
“Whoa,” breathed Itaru. His other hand moved up to grope at your chest as he rutted against you. “Didn’t expect this kind of action from you, Director.”
“Don’t call me Director when we’re--!”
He chuckled against your neck, fingers once again teasing your vulva in just the right way to shut you up. You could feel yourself getting wet, and as Itaru slid his fingers farther down to your entrance, you knew he could tell, too.
“Want to..?” he trailed, his hand beginning to withdraw from beneath your clothes.
“Yes.” You fidgeted in his arms, and he released you from his hold. You rolled to face the blond, and Itaru looked confused as you grabbed the neck of his shirt, pulling his face to yours in a heated kiss.
Itaru groaned through the kiss, hand already tangled in your hair as he kissed back. Only after you broke it did you move to strip, your shirt off in the blink of an eye. Itaru stared for a moment, lips parted and red. As you shifted to pull off your bottoms and underwear, he was a flurry of motion as he also stripped bare.
You flopped onto your back as you watched him dig in the pocket of his sweats. He retrieved a small square of plastic, tearing it open to reveal a condom. He rolled it onto his cock with several glances your way, his anticipation obvious. You didn’t take the time to compare his length to Tsuzuru’s-- you were too focused on having him inside you.
As Itaru moved back onto the bed, you parted your thighs slightly to let him in between. He smiled at you as he slid back under the covers, erection close but not close enough.
“Can you do something for me?” he said, voice wavering slightly.
“Mind getting on your knees?”
You held his gaze for a moment before obliging, feeling dirty as you knelt in front of Itaru. You lowered your head onto the mattress and glanced over your shoulder. You could only see the head of his cock over the arc of your own ass. Itaru’s eyes seemed glazed over as he looked you over, one hand gripping your hip.
You barely noticed him move when he began to press into you. The stretch startled you at first, and you gasped at the penetration. Itaru noticed and slowed his entrance, moving his hips back and forth bit by bit until he was flush against your backside.
“Holy shit,” he breathed, eyes closed as his hips began to move almost automatically. You couldn’t help but be noisy. Never before had you been fucked so deeply, and you could feel yourself tightening around Itaru. “You’re so tight-!”
The rhythmic noise of sex echoed in your ears as Itaru kept fucking you. His fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place as he thrusted. Each movement drove the breath out of you, and you felt deeply erotic as each gasp and moan seemed to spur Itaru on more.
He released a hand from your hip, bringing it down hard against the flesh of your ass. The sting made you cry out, and you realized how close you were as you felt yourself swell around Itaru’s cock. The friction of him inside you felt better with each thrust, and you could do little but moan his name as you came hard.
“Oh my god, (y/n)--” he choked out, pressing himself fully inside you as you rode out your orgasm. “You’re so--!”
You breathed heavily as your orgasm ended, looking over your shoulder once more. Itaru’s hands held your hips to his own, and you watched in awe as he came. His expression felt sinful. His eyes were closed and his mouth hung open, the look on his face one that showed both pleasure and mild shock.
He took a deep breath as he recovered from his orgasm. He glanced down at your face, shaking his head as he began to smile.
“I… did not expect that.”
You laughed and began to shift up onto your palms. Itaru removed himself quickly and left the bed once more to tie off the condom.
“More than you expected, maybe?” you quipped, sliding your underwear back on.
“More than I expected, definitely.”
As the two of you settled back into bed, you thought of the days to follow. Would you get a chance with each man in the theatre? After sex like what you had just had, you couldn’t help but feel tired at the idea. You had amassed quite the assortment of actors over the span of a year, and spending a night with each of the older men would likely leave you sore. Thankfully it didn’t worry you too much and you drifted off to sleep, Itaru’s arm draped over your waist.