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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Persona_5
  Relationship:
      Persona_5_Protagonist/Sakamoto_Ryuji, Kurusu_Akira/Sakamoto_Ryuji, Kurusu
      Akira/Original_Female_Character, Sakamoto_Ryuji/Original_Female_Character
  Character:
      Kurusu_Akira, Sakamoto_Ryuji, Original_Female_Character(s), Persona_5
      Protagonist
  Additional Tags:
      Prostitution, Hand_Jobs, Underage_Drinking, Subtext, Threesome_-_F/M/M,
      POV_Second_Person, Akira_POV, Spoilers
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-16 Words: 2697
****** Light the Night ******
by kolibris
Summary
     Ryuji gambles on a sex service and you get more than you were
     bargaining for.
Notes
     Heads up, there are mild spoilers for an event close to the end of
     May. Further apologies for pointless dirty smut and second person
     POV. Enjoy!
See the end of the work for more notes
"Hey man, I gotta show you something," Ryuji says in the quietest voice you've
ever heard from him.

"Why are you whispering?"

"'Cause Mishima can't get in on this one, okay?" He pulls out a square of paper
from his pocket and unfolds it before surreptitiously passing it to you. It's
yet another flyer, but the design plus Ryuji's most suspicious delivery
possible makes you immediately nervous – all plain bold text, no pictures, and
desperately missing the bubbly pink charm of the maid service ad. You skim over
it quickly:
                         …BEAUTIFUL WOMEN SEXY WOMEN…
                          …PROFESSIONAL VISIT TO YOU…
                                …ANYTHING GOES…
                             …NO QUESTIONS ASKED…
                             …CALL AT THIS NUMBER…
"This is how people get kidnapped," you say as you hand the flyer back to
Ryuji.

"Dude, I know it looks shady as hell! We're in high school, we don't got a lot
of options!"

You look away, exasperated. You guys thought it would be fun to hire a kinky
maid and look how that turned out; now he wants you to call a literal
prostitute? Ryuji takes this as his cue to plant himself on the bench right
next to you. "Come on," he begs, "you gotta go with me. I can't call 'em by
myself." When you refuse to look at him, he presses on. "I-I know I messed up
at Operation Maidwatch! I ditched you like a total punk! But it's not gonna
happen again!"

Oh god, you made eye contact with him. Ryuji's eyes shine bright with hope and
that's it, you know you’ve lost.

He goes in for the kill. "I can't ask anybody else. You're my best friend."

"Fine," you grit through your teeth, "I'll go with you."

"Hell YEAH!" Ryuji hollers, before sheepishly settling back down. "You're such
a freakin' bro, you know that?! I knew you'd come through!" he loudly whispers.

You always come through and you hate it. Ryuji has definitely figured out how
to exploit that at this point. At least you made him happy. The way he's
wriggling next to you reminds you more of a kid waiting for a Destinyland ride
than a guy who's going to get his dick wet.

"There can't be any problems with this," you say, "I mean it."

He claps you on the back. "Relax," he says, "everything's gonna be fine."

----------------

It's nine o' clock and absolutely nothing is fine. You're already sweaty from
helping Ryuji smuggle a futon on the train all the way to his complex's vacant
flat. You didn't even have time to grab dinner. The cheap sake you're sipping
on isn't helping matters, either. You can barely brood in peace when the only
noise in the room is the sound of Ryuji's jittery leg hammering on the floor.

"Ryuji?" you venture.

"I feel like I'm gonna puke or shit my pants! Or both!" he finally yelps and
starts pacing around the room.

"Calm down," you say. You check your phone. She's already fifteen minutes late.
"She's still on time. We just need to relax and keep waiting. Here, sit down."

Ryuji flops on the ground next to you. You can't help but stare at the futon in
front of you. It actually might look more sad to have a bare futon be the only
decoration in this empty room. You kick your foot out at it.

"Easy for you to say," he says. "No one can flip your shit, man. You're
unflippable."

"I'm also kinda drunk."

"Shut the eff up!" he barks out in a laugh, then grabs your nasty shit sake. He
examines the bottle. "How much did you drink? Is that a lot?"

"I don't know. Give it back if you don't want any." You steal your only
lifeline back out of his hand. Looks like you drank half of the bottle. The
whole thing is barely the size of your hand, though, so it's not that
impressive. The fuzzy feeling creeping into your brain must mean you're at
least a little drunk, you figure.

There's a knock at the door and Ryuji bolts to his feet. "Oh shit!"

"Hold on," you say, before going to the door and cracking it open. "Who is it?"

"Hiiiiiiiiiiii!" The woman sings as she pushes her way into the room, causing
you to stumble back. She presses the door shut with her back and gives you a
great big saccharine smile. "My name is Charlotte! Let's have a fun night
together~"

"Hi," you say, then quickly shoot Ryuji a look. He's already looking at you
with a worried sort of expression, but doesn't say anything. You chalk it up to
his nerves and turn back to Charlotte. She's pretty but older -- maybe in her
thirties? You're not sure -- with a skimpy minidress peeking out from under her
jacket and hot pink lips pulled into a perfect AV smile.

"Oh my god," she says, "are you both in high school?"

"No," you immediately lie.

"This is so great!" she laughs cheerfully. "Two high schoolers! Thank god! No
old fat men for me tonight!"

You grow even more self-conscious. You also suddenly realize that the faint
scent of booze hanging in the air isn't coming from you, like you suspected,
but rather from her. No wonder Ryuji looked so concerned. He's the only one in
this room now who's dead sober.

"Have you been drinking?" you blurt out.

"Adults like to go out and drink at night! Right? You'll understand when you're
old enough." She smiles and pokes you in the chest with a perfectly manicured
finger. "You guys are cute, but I normally don't do high schoolers. Ten
thousand extra and you can fuck me."

"Ten thousand yen?!" Ryuji chokes. "Th' hell?! Do we look like we have that
kinda money?" You shake your head. You blew most of your cash at the airsoft
shop; you couldn't pony up for Ryuji even if you wanted to.

"Ten thousand each or it's handjobs."

"Th-that's fine. Handjobs are fine," you manage. Really you just want to take
off from the balcony and run away as fast as your legs can carry you, but Ryuji
is still in the room with you so he must be game.

"That's cool," he says, sweating bullets. "Uh, please, sit down."

You and Charlotte sit down on the futon, and she leans over to you. "This can't
be your place, is it? It's so bare. Nothing to distract you from me, huh?" She
got that absolutely right. You’re handling her like she’s a bomb you have to
defuse and you have no idea where to begin. You figure you should start by
getting the money out of your bag, but she grabs your hand back when you reach
inside. "What's the rush? We haven't even started yet," she grins, then
straddles your lap in one swift movement. Your heart tries launching its way
out of your chest. "You're pretty for a boy. I want to start with you."

She kisses you and none of the chaste middle school pecks you've had have
prepared you for this moment. Your mouth is swallowed up by her full lips, a
plush warmth enveloping yours, and you slowly relax into it. She tugs your head
along with every pull and suck she makes on your bottom lip. You feel her hand
snake down to your dick and squeeze, and you gasp into her mouth.

"Get nice and hard for me," she lilts at you as she tugs down the zipper of
your jeans. Your head is spinning, between her hot mouth attacking yours and
her fingers ghosting down the fabric barely covering your cock. You twitch
under her touch and moan before you can stop yourself. Your eyes cut over to
Ryuji, half-embarrassed half-curious, and you find that he's watching you both
and palming the front of his pants. Oh.

"I didn't forget about you, blondie," Charlotte says. She slaps the futon next
to you. "Come here."

You can see Ryuji's erection shift around in his tight pants as he shuffles
over to the futon, and your face burns. He sits right up beside you, close, too
close, and Charlotte leans over and kisses him too. He makes a needy noise as
Charlotte devours his mouth mere inches from your face. You feel hotter than a
supernova.

She pulls away from Ryuji, his loud panting echoing in your ear. "Let's play a
game," she coos, walking her fingers around both of your crotches. "You both
kiss me, and the best kisser I touch first. What's your name, pretty boy?"

"Akira."

"Akira, you're first."

You lean forward and kiss her, trying to copy exactly what she was doing to
you, leading her around with your mouth. You have no idea what you're doing,
but the pleasant hum she makes is urging you on. "Go for it, man," you hear
Ryuji whisper headily in your ear.

Charlotte breaks from your kiss, smiling coyly, before turning to Ryuji. "I'm
Ryuji," he quickly blurts out before slamming his lips to hers. You politely
turn your face away so they have more room to make out directly in front of
you. You try to take this time to slow your brain down from running a million
miles an hour, but it's no use. You went from innocently minding your own
business to getting off next to your best friend in a matter of hours;
processing it seems like a lost cause at the moment.

"Okay," Charlotte says when she pulls from Ryuji's eager kissing. "I can't
choose. Let's do a tiebreaker. Both of you kiss me," she giggles.

Ryuji quickly snaps to her lips, and you hesitate before nestling in on the
other side of her face. Her mouth drags you in with him before you can think
too hard about the logistics, and your lips become a hot, sticky tangle that
makes your dick throb. Ryuji's small sucks at Charlotte's lips keep catching
yours too, his slick with saliva, and you feel almost dizzy surrounded by his
hot breath. When he pulls back a bit for air, you unthinkingly draw him back in
with your own and he melts into you. Finally, you feel Charlotte's small hand
tap your cheek and she raises her head up. "That was a good game!" she says. "I
think both of you win."

She climbs over from your lap to between you and Ryuji's legs and unzips his
pants. Your eyes dart away up to Ryuji's face. He's staring back at you with an
odd look you can't place, so you move your eyes away again, letting your gaze
fall to his lips. They're slightly swollen and parted, with a hint of pink
lipstick on them. You feel an urge to kiss it off.

Charlotte pulls your dick out of your briefs and you moan from the feeling of
someone else's hand on you. "This your first time?"

"Maybe," you gasp.

"I'll be real good," she says as she taps your cock with her finger. It bobs
around like an overeager flagpole and a fresh wave of embarrassment steamrolls
you. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Ryuji checking you out and that’s
it, you really want to die. Charlotte spits in her hands and starts lubing you
both up.

"Oh fuck!" Ryuji groans as Charlotte grips onto your dicks and starts pumping.
You've never felt anything but your own hand before and you're not prepared for
it; your hips snap up in response and you bite your lips to silence whatever
noise your traitorous brain was thinking of making.

Charlotte hovers in-between you and you feel her eyes on you, but you're more
mesmerized by the way your dick pops in and out of her hand. "Feels good?" she
asks. You just vigorously nod in response. You're not sure what to do with your
own hands so you lean back and grip onto the futon. From this angle, you can
see Charlotte's breasts nearly bouncing out of her dress and Ryuji running his
hands across his taut stomach and your brain isn't keeping up, the blood's all
gone south and you're harder than you've ever been in your whole life.

"Oh god, ah, ahh!" Ryuji loudly moans, and Charlotte just smiles and rubs the
head of his thick cock with renewed intensity. He warbles into an airy gasp as
he pushes himself further against you. The feel of his hot skin on yours feels
electric.

"Ryuji, come on," you say, your eyes fixed on his flushed face. "Stop it,
you're real close to me."

"Akira," he pants, "I’m gonna, I'm gonna come. Don't look—"

You do.

He tilts his head back and wails as his cock jerks strings of come up his
stomach, around Charlotte's hand, on your pants. He moans so loudly that your
ears burn and he just won't shut up, but Charlotte's faster pace on your dick
stops you before you can say anything. She dips her now-free hand into your
underwear to cup your balls, and you faintly wonder if she's getting Ryuji's
come all over you. "Now it's your turn," she says.

You can't handle both her hands working you at once and you feel your orgasm
racing towards you. It hits you like a car, uncontrollable, hunching you
forward and yelping as you release all over your shirt. You limply fall onto
your back, wedged awkwardly next to Ryuji, but you're too out of it to move
yourself.

"Wow, you both came a lot!" Charlotte chirps, massaging her hands. "I told you
I'd treat you right. Or were you just saving up for me?" You nod, vaguely, but
she doesn’t wait for a more coherent reply. She pats your thigh. "Now, where's
your bathroom?"

Ryuji slowly points at the other end of the room before dropping his arm like
dead weight. She hops up and heads toward the door, leaving the two of you
alone in a sweaty manpile. You glance over at Ryuji. "Wow, that actually
happened," you say.

"Yeah," he breathes, "yeah, man, we did it." He looks over at you before his
eyes shoot wide open. "Gah!" he nearly shrieks, stuffing his dick back into his
pants. "How much did you see?"

"Everything."

"What the hell did I tell you, man?"

"You keep looking at mine so it's only fair," you say as you pointedly readjust
your half-hard cock back under your waistband.

Ryuji's face gets even redder. "LIKE HELL I DO!" he yells.

"It's 'cause it looks pretty like me, don't lie."

"I don't GIVE A SHIT what it looks like!"

You hear the bathroom door slam before Charlotte strolls out. "I've gotta go,
so I'll be taking my payment now," she says and plucks away the wad of bills
you produce from your bag. "Have a good night, boooooooooys~" she sings as she
slips out the front door, exactly as loud as when she came in. A welcome
silence finally descends upon the room.

Ryuji rubs his face in his hands. "Uhh, I think I need to go home. I feel weird
now."

"We can go grab dinner," you offer. "We didn't eat anything after school."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't wanna chow down next to a guy I
just saw bust a nut everywhere."

"So you admit you were watching me."

"Holy shit!" he yells into his hands. "There is something seriously wrong with
you, for real!"

"Come on, relax, Ryuji. It's not like I'm gonna tell anyone," you say. "This is
one hundred percent between us. Nobody is going to know." You see the tension
in his arms loosen, and he slides his hands off his face just a bit to peek at
you. You can't help but give him a small smile. "Except maybe Morgana."

"Asshole!" He scrambles to his feet and zips up his pants. "I'm leaving now!
Bye! See ya Monday!"

"You don't wanna hang out tomorrow?"

"NO!" he yells as he snatches his bag and shuts the front door behind him. You
smile even wider. He'll get over it.

You haven't even fallen asleep yet before Ryuji texts you to see a movie the
next day.
End Notes
     I have finally, FINALLY completed a fic!! Woo!! I had to make
     something with Akira and MY BOY SAKAMOTO (because P5 is fucking
     delivering on the teammates so far). I’m kinda nervous about my
     writing/characterization/voice etc etc, I don’t really write, so I
     appreciate any feedback. And thanks for reading!
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