FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING | akaashi keiji x reader
+ SUMMARY: your boyfriend is so sweet to you, and there's nothing more you want than to give yourself to him.
+ WC: 3k+
+ TAGS: afab!reader (no gendered terms are used), praise, virgin!reader, oral (f.receiving), fingering, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, fluff (?), a lil overstim, lowkey soft || nsfw, minors DNI.
+ A/N: this is part of @seita's corrupt-a-virgin collab !! ahh im excited and very nervous since it's my first one, but i hope u all like this! was gonna make this dirtier but decided against it. reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated !! <33
it's difficult for akaashi to hold back.
he knows your virginity is an important thing, to you and to him. he never wanted to rush you or convince you into anything, but at this point, he doesn't think he’d even to.
not with the way you're whimpering against his lips, your hands pulling through strands of his hair and hips grinding your clit against the rough material of his jeans.
"keiji—fuck, feel so good, keiji," you gasp, high and pretty next to his ears, and he's pretty sure he's losing his mind.
his throat feels unbelievably dry, and his hands tighten their hold on your hips, forcing you to slow down your search for the much-needed friction. you whine, a series of no no no's falling from your lips. the crack in your voice almost makes him feel bad for stopping you, but he knows he needs to say this.
"love, please—look at me." he pulls your chin towards him, his voice smooth and dark. you turn to him and lick your lips, watching as his eyes drop down to follow the movement, before rising up to meet yours with an intensity that sends shivers up your back.
"how far do you want to take this?" he asks, and you're momentarily confused by the question, before you remember—you're still a virgin.
the thought of your boyfriend still wanting to establish boundaries in this moment brings a small smile to your face, and you brush your nose against his, placing a small peck on his lips.
"i want to go all the way," you reply, and you watch his throat bob when he swallows. feeling bold, you bring your lips next to his ears, and whisper, "i want to feel you inside me."
you yelp when you're suddenly pushed off the couch onto your feet, and you're pulled by your hand to the direction of your bedroom. excitement mixes with arousal in your gut when you enter, and you bite your lips in anticipation as you make your way to the bed and hear him snap the door shut.
you sit down, your eyes finding his figure, and as you’re watching him, you feel a trickle of nervousness leak into you. as if he can sense your state, he looks at you and sends you a soft smile, and you can feel your heartbeat skip for a moment.
soon enough, he's back in front of you and cupping your jaw as he gives you a gentle kiss, a stark contrast to the pace you were on earlier.
"you sure about this?" he murmurs, and you nod confidently. you trust him, and you know that no matter what happens, he'll take care of you the way you deserve.
his hands trail along the hem of your shirt. getting the hint, you pull off the fabric and decide to take off your shorts while you're at it. once you've flung the clothes to the side, now in nothing but your bra and panties, you turn back to find akaashi already staring at you, dark eyes slowly tracing over your every curve and exposed skin.
the heaviness of his gaze makes you fidget with your hands a little, and he must've noticed, because he tilts your face up with a finger and looks you in the eyes when he mutters his next words.
"beautiful. absolutely beautiful."
the sincerity and honesty behind the words make your skin heat up, and you turn away from him in embarrassment. his hand grips your chin and brings your face back to him, when you're suddenly struck still with the pure want present in his eyes—but there’s also a delicate tenderness to it, a soft edge that forces a breath out of you.
he pushes your shoulders back lightly, until you're laying down with your head on your pillows, your heart starting to pick up its pace. he seems to ponder about something for a moment, before his shirt is suddenly off and flung across the room, and you’re staring at the wonder that is akaashi keiji.
gorgeous, is your first immediate thought. he’s not incredibly muscular or built, but you can clearly see the results of his past volleyball days and the occasional gym visits. it manifests in the form of a toned stomach, lightly defined arms, and the sharp v-line that leads into a place that has your cheeks heating up. there are a few freckles scattered along the pale skin, and you let out a slow sigh at the beautiful sight of your boyfriend.
it’s not until you see the skin at his chest turn a little pink do you look up at his face, and the light crimson dusted on his cheeks make you realize you’ve staring for a while.
“are you done yet?” he asks, trying to act as if you can’t see his pink skin, “maybe take a picture, it could last longer.”
“what, can’t i just appreciate my stunning boyfriend?” you giggle, stretching your hand out to him. he takes them and makes his way over you, until he’s hovering above you and his hair is prettily framing his face.
you pull him into another kiss, molding your lips against his. this one is slow and deep, and you’re tracing your tongue over the curve of his mouth, feeling every ridge and listening to every inhale until your senses slowly start to fill up and he’s the only thing you can feel.
the taste of him on your lips, the sound of his little sighs, the touch of his hands caressing your jaw and holding your waist—it’s intoxicating, and by the time he’s trailing kisses down your neck, your thighs are clenching and there are satisfied sighs leaving your lips.
his fingers make their way down your body, and you’re hyper aware of every touch, your skin sensitive with shivers running through you. you feel him stop at your bra, and you breathe out an answer before he can ask anything, “yes, please.”
his hands make quick work out of the clasp and the material is thrown away, and before you can take another breath, his lips wrap around your nipple. a sharp gasp escapes you, and you arch your back into his mouth when his other hand comes up to play with your other tit.
his hot tongue swirls around your bud, lightly sucking on it while his other hand works your nipple between his fingers. a stream of whimpers are falling from your lips, your fingers scratching at the base of his head, and he lets out a content hum around your bud.
he alternates between each tit, giving them both the same treatment, but soon enough, his mouth leaves and starts traveling down your body, sucking faint marks into the skin. his fingers graze the fabric of your underwear, and you’re immediately lifting your hips up, making it easier for him to slip it off.
there’s anticipation and arousal bubbling in your gut, and you let out a high gasp when you feel his lips trail along your inner thighs, ignoring the whimpers you impatiently let out.
“you’re so wet,” he murmurs, “sound so pretty.”
you feel yourself burn hotter at the words, and your cunt involuntarily clenches around nothing. you hear him quickly inhale, and his next words force a whine out of you.
“look at that, you’re clenching so hard just from my words. you like that? you like being told you’re good?” he teases, sucking marks into the corners of your thighs, his mouth so close to where you need it, and the lack of stimulation pushes a distressed cry from your chest, breathing fast and heavy.
“shh,” he whispers, “i’ll make you feel good, just stay still and behave, alright?”
you desperately shake your head, and you’re about to let out a needy plea when you feel his tongue drag up your slit, and the words get replaced by a broken whine. his lips wrap around your clit, and then he’s sucking and toying with the bundle of nerves. you’re helpless to the foreign sensation, and your hands tug at his hair, pulling him closer to you.
your hips buck up when you feel his tongue dip into your entrance, but his hands immediately wrap around you, forcing them in place and holding you against the mattress as he fucks his tongue into your cunt, his nose brushing up against your clit.
“god, you taste good,” he purrs against you, the vibrations traveling through you and making you keen, “taste so fucking good, angel.”
you’re so lost in the feeling of his mouth that you don’t notice the finger that comes up until it’s slowly slipping into you. a surprised cry leaves you, and your back arches at the stretch and the lips that come back to sucking on your clit.
“shit, you’re so tight around me,” he curses, fucking his finger in and out, “how are you gonna take me, hm? think you’ll be able to do that?”
the broken sob you let out makes him groan against you, his cock getting impossibly harder at your voice. his tongue continues to flick and suck at your clit, and you can feel the tension in your abdomen tighten.
then, just as suddenly as the first time, he pushes a second and third finger into your cunt, and this time, you’re so soaked from your arousal and his spit that it slips with not much resistance. there’s a faint burn, and you moan at the feeling, the way he curls his fingers making your hands clench at the sheets underneath you.
he lifts his face from your cunt, and the sight of his mouth glistening from your wetness makes your pussy clench tighter around his digits. he pumps them in and out of you, and when he comes up towards you, you drag him into a hard kiss, uncaring of the mess around his lips.
it’s sloppy and slick, and you’re whining and whimpering into it. he moans against your lips, and suddenly he’s curling his fingers just right and hitting a spot that rips a desperate cry from your throat, your chest pressing against his as you grind down on his fingers, desperate to feel it again.
“right there, huh?” he whispers, and you hurriedly nod. his fingers don’t stop their movements, and the constant pressure on your g-spot tightens the knot in your core, until you're gasping into his mouth that you're going to come.
"'m close, 'm so close."
his hand comes up to roll your nipples between his fingers, and his voice is commanding when he says, "c'mon baby, let go for me."
you tip over the edge, and your first orgasm crashes into you, leaves you quivering and holding on to him while you gasp and shake and cry out so, so prettily for him.
"fuck, look so gorgeous coming for me," he sighs, not stopping the drag of his fingers as you ride your high, "such a sweet thing, aren't you, love?"
you whimper at the words, and your hips buck at the oversensitivity that's starting to build up. he takes notice of it, and slows down his movements before pulling his digits out, the squelch making you heat up and turn away in embarrassment.
"tsk," his hand comes up and pulls your chin towards him, and you inhale sharply at the dark want that swims in his heavy gaze.
you watch as the fingers that were inside you come up to his lips, and your eyes widen when you see him take them in his mouth, eyes falling shut and relishing the taste. your thighs clench when you feel more arousal pour into your gut, your wetness staining your already sticky thighs.
"mm," he hums, pulling them out and licking the digits clean. you don't waste time before tugging him into another hard kiss, and you moan into it when you taste the remnants of yourself in his mouth.
it's harsh and desperate, and you can feel him lightly grind his clothed cock against your naked thighs, almost like he's unaware he's doing it.
the motion spurs you on, and before you know it, you're desperately tugging at his boxers, babbling against his mouth, "off, off, take them off, please," you plead, "need to feel you, need you inside, right now."
he can't help the chuckle that leaves him, and he slows your hands down in their movements, "slow down, love. i'll get them off, alright?" he pulls back, and slips the fabric off in one smooth movement, tossing it away, before turning back to you.
your eyes widen a little at the sight of his cock. it’s pale, with a slight curve and a flushed pink tip. the length and thickness are proportional, and there’s precum leaking out of the head. now, you’re no expert on dicks, considering this is your first time seeing one in front of you, but you’re pretty sure that his could be classified as pretty.
you watch him stroke himself a few times, spreading the precum around with his fingers, and you’re suddenly struck with the urge to know what he tastes like. you want to feel his weight in your mouth, and you mentally file the thought away for another time.
“eyes up here, angel,” he teases, a smirk playing at his lips when he sees you divert your eyes away from him, embarrassment clear on your face.
he leans back and spreads your legs, lifting them and wrapping them around his waist. looking back at you, a thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin, he asks, “you still sure about this?”
“yes, baby, i’m sure,” you smile softly at your boyfriend, hooking your arms around his shoulders. your smile turns shy when you bite your lip, “want you to be the first to fuck me.”
you watch him swallow harshly, his gaze heavy on you. he positions the tip of his cock at your entrance, teasingly slipping between your lips. you’re about to whine and tell him to hurry up, to fuck you already, when he suddenly pushes the head into your tight cunt.
the immediate stretch burns. it's a satisfying burn, one that teeters the border between pleasure and pain, until the lines are blurred and everything feels so hot, like you're on fire, and you’re hyper-focused on every sensation you can feel. you’re so full, and you don’t know how you went your whole life feeling so unknowingly empty.
"s-shit, feel so tight around me," akaashi breathes out, “taking me so well, angel,” he mumbles, a stream of praise falling from his lips as he litters kisses and sucks marks across your chest.
the words make you keen, and before long, you’re begging him to move, your desperate pleas ruining whatever self control he had.
the first snap of his hips has you gasping. the pace he sets is deep and slow, forcing you to feel every ridge and twitch of his cock, the drag of his length along your walls pushing whimpers out of you.
his mouth is wrapped around your nipple, sucking and silencing his moans as he fucks his cock into you. the dual sensations make your back arch, and then you’re whining to him, telling him, “faster—faster, please.”
you hear him curse, and then he’s picking up the pace, thrusting into you with quick, deep strokes that reach places you didn’t know even existed. your hands tighten their hold on his shoulders as you cry out, feeling him bring you closer and closer to the edge.
“keiji—ah, ah, ah!” you sob when you feel him change the angle, hitting the same spot that had stars bursting behind your eyelids earlier, the pleasure fogging your mind over.
“you—fuck, you’re clenching so tight around me,” he pants, his hands gripping your waist so tightly you’re sure you’ll find bruises there in the morning. the thought sends a rush of heat through you, and suddenly you find yourself nearing the cusp of another orgasm.
“c-close,” you gasp out between heavy breaths, and one of his hands leave to locate your clit, where his fingers move in quick, wet circles. your body tenses like a tightrope, and all it takes is a sentence from him for you to snap.
“yeah—c’mon, pretty thing. cum for me.”
a string of broken cries are ripped from your throat when you cum. there’s static in your mind, and you can’t think of anything beyond the shattered pleasure that’s coursing through your body. your thighs shake and you can’t stop the filth that falls from your lips, nor can you control the way you clench so tightly, so deliciously, around his cock.
“fuck—fuck, baby, sound so good, feel so fucking good—i-im—” he gasps out, and you can feel him throb inside you, his hips bucking and losing their rhythm, and you can’t help the whine that leaves you.
“inside, keiji—inside, please,” you beg, “wan’ you to come inside, wan’ feel you come.”
“shit, shit, shit—” his hips stutter and he buries his noises in the crook of your neck, letting out deep groans and moans that sound so good, you can’t help but tighten around him, whimpering at the warmth spreading throughout your body from the feeling of his cum spilling inside you.
he continues fucking his cock into you until you’re gasping about the oversensitivity. slowly, he pulls out, and you immediately wish you hadn’t said anything, a disappointed whine leaving you when you clench around nothing.
you hear a breathless curse leave your boyfriend, and when you look up at him, he’s staring down at the cum that leaks out of your empty pussy.
almost like he’s in a trance, you whimper when he brings his fingers to fuck the cum back into you, eyes blown wide open and dark with intensity. you try to close your thighs, but a hand pushes them back open, and you cry out at the burn from the overstimulation. he doesn’t pay you any mind, choosing to focus on the sticky slick that coats his digits every time he pulls them out.
“stop me if it gets too much,” he mutters, before diving between your thighs and licking a stripe along the wet, sloppy mess on your cunt.
it’s gonna be a long night.