今ここで声聞かせて [namie/ayu + namie/kuu; compare]
title: 今ここで声聞かせて
rated: for inexplicit discussion of sex
fandom/pairing: rpf au; some variation of amuro namie/hamasaki ayumi friendship with namie/koda kumi and touches of ayumi/nishino kana
spoilers/warnings: n/a
summary: namie won't call ayumi a liar but zhe sort of is. a liar with really impressive alcohol tolerance, anyway.
words: 1212
disclaimer: i do not own these women this is fiction etc etc title comes from nishino kana's come on yes yes oh yeah! bcuz i had to i'm so sorry
a/n: #40: compare idk i just want all the aus where da kweens are intense lesbian bffls and kana is this kid that tags along because zhe thinks they're so kool. namie voice here is not my fave but w/e maybe in this verse zhe speaks like an obnoxious white girl when zhe's drunk? i might be back to this shit
namie thinks they must be subtle about it, because no one asks. no one accuses them of anything, no one acknowledges it in any way, shape, or form. so zhe thinks they must be flying under the abnormality radar that society has on at all times.
and then zhe goes out drinking with ayumi. ayumi holds zher liquor like no one else, so when zhe asks two drinks in, is your girl good?, namie chokes on zhers and spits a little on the tabletop. ayumi grimaces but gives zhim a small smile like zhe’s sorry for namie anyway, before repeating the question like zhe thinks namie must not have heard and choked for a completely different reason. ayumi’s like that, sometimes. somehow. zhe doesn’t notice the hard parts of reality.
“what?” namie says when zher windpipe is clear again. “my - my girl?”
ayumi rolls zher eyes. ayumi doesn’t like when people fuck around and pretend they don’t know what zhe’s talking about. zhe also assumes that whenever people don’t know what zhe’s talking about, they’re just fucking around and pretending. ayumi also likes to roll zher eyes. zhe thinks it makes zhim look flippant, namie thinks. ayumi doesn’t like to let people know what zhe cares about, if anything.
(namie knows zhe does care about lots of things, even if zhe never says them and namie never asks. zhe just knows, from the way that ayumi will smile, even if zhe doesn’t laugh, when kanayan makes a joke, or the way that zhe’ll let kanayan lean on zhim when zhe’s drunk out of zher mind and zher pink platforms have started to be too tall. but ayumi rolls zher eyes like that will make people not see it, so namie doesn’t bring it up.)
“yes, your girl,” ayumi repeats impatiently, long acrylic nails tapping on the brittle metal of the tabletop. “you and kuu. you’re fucking, right? so is zhe good, or not? gomaki thinks zhe is, but i don’t. zhe fronts too much, you know?”
namie takes a long, long sip of zher drink to try and process that information. and zhe’s still not sure but zhe answers anyway. zhe guesses. “zhe’s. zhe’s really good. i like fucking zhim. zhe’s really like.” zhe guesses halfway, anyway.
“pushy?” ayumi supplies, like zhe knows it’s the answer already because zhe knows zhe’s always right. and ayumi isn’t always right. but zhe thinks zhe is all the time.
“no, not pushy,” namie says, shaking zher head. the way zher earrings (not too heavy, but big; dangly things because ayumi says hoops are tacky and zhe refuses to go out with namie if zhe thinks namie looks tacky) swing from zher lobes is really satisfying. it’s one of zher favorite things, the way zhe can shake zher head and feel them, not just their presence in a there sort of way but their presence in a swinging kind of way. “zhe’s sweet. zhe doesn’t really know what to do, you know?”
ayumi raises an eyebrow. ayumi likes to do that, too. it’s zher way of being confused without losing the arrogance of judging everyone. “no fucking way. i’ve seen zhim - everyone’s seen zhim touch zhimself. there’s no fucking way that zhe doesn’t know how to.”
“yeah, zhe knows how to touch zhimself,” namie stresses, and then trails off a little. because kumi knows how to touch zhimself. zhe really, really does. zhe doesn’t get embarrassed when namie watches, either, which is maybe namie’s favorite thing. kumi does it like no one namie’s ever seen before. zhe doesn’t make it a show, doesn’t try to affect zher moans to what porn has taught zhim they should sound like, doesn’t try to find zher best angles at whatever cost - but it’s still a show, zhe still makes sure zhe has namie enraptured entranced enamored.
namie licks zher lips. ayumi’s staring at zhim in a mixture of disgust and reluctant affection. namie doesn’t remember what zhe was saying.
“zhe knows how to touch zhimself, but…?” ayumi prompts, helpfully even though zhe’d deny that zhe’s trying to be.
“oh, right,” namie says, nodding quickly. “but like. zhe takes the ‘all snatches are different and beautiful’ thing to like. an extreme. zhe never knows what to do with mine so zhe’s always asking for feedback and i think zhe’s really embarrassed about it.”
ayumi does zher ‘i’m really interested in what you’re saying but i won’t be if you know that i am’ hum. “does zhe say zhe’s embarrassed about it?” ayumi asks, and vaguely, namie wonders that it might be that ayumi’s embarrassed about something too. namie’s always thought that ayumi and kumi could be friends if they were together in the kind of situation where they’re gentle and not catty. but namie’s never seen kumi like that except for when they’re together, and namie doesn’t want ayumi and kumi to date.
“no,” namie says, more to zhimself than to ayumi until zhe remembers zhe does have to respond. “no,” zhe says again, pursing zher lips into a small, thoughtful frown. “no. but zhe could if zhe wanted to, so i guess zhe just doesn’t. i wish zhe would,” namie admits, and then takes another drink.
ayumi reaches across the table to rest zher hand on namie’s forearm briefly, gently. namie thinks zhe’s going to say something sweet and reassuring, but then zhe remembers it’s ayumi.
also, ayumi says, “but zhe’s good, right? like, good from an objective standpoint, and not just something you’re saying because you like zhim a lot and you’ve placebo’ed your own libido into thinking you orgasm when you’re with zhim?”
namie shakes zher head in earnest. “no way,” zhe says, because zhe’s pretty sure that’s the right answer. “definitely real. when zhe eats me out, ayu, it’s like -”
ayumi shakes zher head quickly and raises zher voice. “no, no, i don’t need details, namie, i -”
namie snorts into zher drink. it hurts a little and is also kind of gross. ayumi gives zhim a withering look as zhe flags down the bartender again.
“you’re buying the next round,” ayumi warns, and namie nods. it sounds fair enough, zhe guesses, and not just because zhe knows the way that ayu and gomaki are when they disagree.
“does our fucking lose you a lot of money?” namie asks. ayumi nods and doesn’t say another word, slipping into sullen drunk mode.
namie smiles over the rim of zher shot glass. “i think you should get laid, ayu,” zhe suggests.
ayumi doesn’t have an ‘i didn’t see that coming but i’m going to pretend i did’ tic, which doesn’t surprise namie because zhe’s not really sure there’s ever been an occasion in the history of ever that ayumi would have needed one. except for now, apparently, so namie pulls out zher phone and snaps a quick picture of the way that ayumi blinks at zhim with zher lips forming a tiny o and zher brow pinched together.
when zhe recovers, ayumi downs zher shot faster than namie thinks is good for zhim (zhe grimaces), and then flips up a slender finger with a dainty pink nail decorated with crisscrossing black stripes. “fuck you,” zhe mutters, and namie hums happily to zhimself because someone is, anyway.
rated: for inexplicit discussion of sex
fandom/pairing: rpf au; some variation of amuro namie/hamasaki ayumi friendship with namie/koda kumi and touches of ayumi/nishino kana
spoilers/warnings: n/a
summary: namie won't call ayumi a liar but zhe sort of is. a liar with really impressive alcohol tolerance, anyway.
words: 1212
disclaimer: i do not own these women this is fiction etc etc title comes from nishino kana's come on yes yes oh yeah! bcuz i had to i'm so sorry
a/n: #40: compare idk i just want all the aus where da kweens are intense lesbian bffls and kana is this kid that tags along because zhe thinks they're so kool. namie voice here is not my fave but w/e maybe in this verse zhe speaks like an obnoxious white girl when zhe's drunk? i might be back to this shit
namie thinks they must be subtle about it, because no one asks. no one accuses them of anything, no one acknowledges it in any way, shape, or form. so zhe thinks they must be flying under the abnormality radar that society has on at all times.
and then zhe goes out drinking with ayumi. ayumi holds zher liquor like no one else, so when zhe asks two drinks in, is your girl good?, namie chokes on zhers and spits a little on the tabletop. ayumi grimaces but gives zhim a small smile like zhe’s sorry for namie anyway, before repeating the question like zhe thinks namie must not have heard and choked for a completely different reason. ayumi’s like that, sometimes. somehow. zhe doesn’t notice the hard parts of reality.
“what?” namie says when zher windpipe is clear again. “my - my girl?”
ayumi rolls zher eyes. ayumi doesn’t like when people fuck around and pretend they don’t know what zhe’s talking about. zhe also assumes that whenever people don’t know what zhe’s talking about, they’re just fucking around and pretending. ayumi also likes to roll zher eyes. zhe thinks it makes zhim look flippant, namie thinks. ayumi doesn’t like to let people know what zhe cares about, if anything.
(namie knows zhe does care about lots of things, even if zhe never says them and namie never asks. zhe just knows, from the way that ayumi will smile, even if zhe doesn’t laugh, when kanayan makes a joke, or the way that zhe’ll let kanayan lean on zhim when zhe’s drunk out of zher mind and zher pink platforms have started to be too tall. but ayumi rolls zher eyes like that will make people not see it, so namie doesn’t bring it up.)
“yes, your girl,” ayumi repeats impatiently, long acrylic nails tapping on the brittle metal of the tabletop. “you and kuu. you’re fucking, right? so is zhe good, or not? gomaki thinks zhe is, but i don’t. zhe fronts too much, you know?”
namie takes a long, long sip of zher drink to try and process that information. and zhe’s still not sure but zhe answers anyway. zhe guesses. “zhe’s. zhe’s really good. i like fucking zhim. zhe’s really like.” zhe guesses halfway, anyway.
“pushy?” ayumi supplies, like zhe knows it’s the answer already because zhe knows zhe’s always right. and ayumi isn’t always right. but zhe thinks zhe is all the time.
“no, not pushy,” namie says, shaking zher head. the way zher earrings (not too heavy, but big; dangly things because ayumi says hoops are tacky and zhe refuses to go out with namie if zhe thinks namie looks tacky) swing from zher lobes is really satisfying. it’s one of zher favorite things, the way zhe can shake zher head and feel them, not just their presence in a there sort of way but their presence in a swinging kind of way. “zhe’s sweet. zhe doesn’t really know what to do, you know?”
ayumi raises an eyebrow. ayumi likes to do that, too. it’s zher way of being confused without losing the arrogance of judging everyone. “no fucking way. i’ve seen zhim - everyone’s seen zhim touch zhimself. there’s no fucking way that zhe doesn’t know how to.”
“yeah, zhe knows how to touch zhimself,” namie stresses, and then trails off a little. because kumi knows how to touch zhimself. zhe really, really does. zhe doesn’t get embarrassed when namie watches, either, which is maybe namie’s favorite thing. kumi does it like no one namie’s ever seen before. zhe doesn’t make it a show, doesn’t try to affect zher moans to what porn has taught zhim they should sound like, doesn’t try to find zher best angles at whatever cost - but it’s still a show, zhe still makes sure zhe has namie enraptured entranced enamored.
namie licks zher lips. ayumi’s staring at zhim in a mixture of disgust and reluctant affection. namie doesn’t remember what zhe was saying.
“zhe knows how to touch zhimself, but…?” ayumi prompts, helpfully even though zhe’d deny that zhe’s trying to be.
“oh, right,” namie says, nodding quickly. “but like. zhe takes the ‘all snatches are different and beautiful’ thing to like. an extreme. zhe never knows what to do with mine so zhe’s always asking for feedback and i think zhe’s really embarrassed about it.”
ayumi does zher ‘i’m really interested in what you’re saying but i won’t be if you know that i am’ hum. “does zhe say zhe’s embarrassed about it?” ayumi asks, and vaguely, namie wonders that it might be that ayumi’s embarrassed about something too. namie’s always thought that ayumi and kumi could be friends if they were together in the kind of situation where they’re gentle and not catty. but namie’s never seen kumi like that except for when they’re together, and namie doesn’t want ayumi and kumi to date.
“no,” namie says, more to zhimself than to ayumi until zhe remembers zhe does have to respond. “no,” zhe says again, pursing zher lips into a small, thoughtful frown. “no. but zhe could if zhe wanted to, so i guess zhe just doesn’t. i wish zhe would,” namie admits, and then takes another drink.
ayumi reaches across the table to rest zher hand on namie’s forearm briefly, gently. namie thinks zhe’s going to say something sweet and reassuring, but then zhe remembers it’s ayumi.
also, ayumi says, “but zhe’s good, right? like, good from an objective standpoint, and not just something you’re saying because you like zhim a lot and you’ve placebo’ed your own libido into thinking you orgasm when you’re with zhim?”
namie shakes zher head in earnest. “no way,” zhe says, because zhe’s pretty sure that’s the right answer. “definitely real. when zhe eats me out, ayu, it’s like -”
ayumi shakes zher head quickly and raises zher voice. “no, no, i don’t need details, namie, i -”
namie snorts into zher drink. it hurts a little and is also kind of gross. ayumi gives zhim a withering look as zhe flags down the bartender again.
“you’re buying the next round,” ayumi warns, and namie nods. it sounds fair enough, zhe guesses, and not just because zhe knows the way that ayu and gomaki are when they disagree.
“does our fucking lose you a lot of money?” namie asks. ayumi nods and doesn’t say another word, slipping into sullen drunk mode.
namie smiles over the rim of zher shot glass. “i think you should get laid, ayu,” zhe suggests.
ayumi doesn’t have an ‘i didn’t see that coming but i’m going to pretend i did’ tic, which doesn’t surprise namie because zhe’s not really sure there’s ever been an occasion in the history of ever that ayumi would have needed one. except for now, apparently, so namie pulls out zher phone and snaps a quick picture of the way that ayumi blinks at zhim with zher lips forming a tiny o and zher brow pinched together.
when zhe recovers, ayumi downs zher shot faster than namie thinks is good for zhim (zhe grimaces), and then flips up a slender finger with a dainty pink nail decorated with crisscrossing black stripes. “fuck you,” zhe mutters, and namie hums happily to zhimself because someone is, anyway.