𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙚𝙭 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙
𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 (𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩). 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 18. 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥!
𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙁𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 : 𝙈𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖, 𝘼𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙚, 𝙆𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙞, 𝙆𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙤, 𝙈𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙖, 𝘼𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞
Midorima had been restless all evening, you could tell. His shoulders never loosened, no matter how many times you reassured him, and his movements felt just a little too cautious, as if he were holding himself together by force. His room was neat as always, the folded blanket at the edge of the bed, the stack of books aligned perfectly on his desk, and of course, his lucky item placed carefully within reach. It was as if he needed order to anchor himself against what was about to pursue.
He had already set his glasses aside on the nightstand, though his hands trembled as they reached for you. When his fingertips brushed your arm, his touch was so hesitant it made you ache. “Y/N,” he muttered, his voice low, his anxiousness was definite. “Don’t misunderstand me. I simply cannot allow you to think I regard this as something careless, or that I would ever approach you with such shallow intent. I am aware that I may have… over prepared. Perhaps I am doing too much. But-” his words faltered, and his hand closed firmly around yours, his warmth betraying the composure he fought to keep, “…I want this to be perfect. For you. For us.” His words were clumsy, his body stiff, but the flush burning down his neck told you more than he ever could. You raised your free hand and grabbed his cheek.
“Shintaro..you talk way too much." You whispered before pulling his face down, your lips clashing against his. It was desperate, clumsy at first, then growing more deeper with every heartbeat. The composure he had clung to so tightly slipped through his fingers with each second that went by, and all that was left was feelings. Intense feelings. When things went further and clothes were finally being thrown to the side. He'd prep you just enough to make sure you were comfortable enough to take him on. Finally he put a condom on and looked at you, a faint flush painting his cheeks, hair messy from your hands. "I just want to confirm you want this before I proceed.." You smiled softly, brushing your thumb over his cheek.. "We're dating Shin..of course I want it...do you??" His lips twitched into the smallest, most vulnerable smile. “…More than ever, my love. He said as he slowly buried his length within your walls, You snapped your eyes shut at the sharp sting of pain. Immediately, Midorima bent down, resting his forehead against yours, his breath uneven but his body frozen in place. He didn’t dare move, not even slightly until you signaled him to. Each move feeling so blissful for the both of you. He slowly increased his pace, not taking his eyes off you the entire time.
When it was finally over, he withdrew carefully, discarding the condom in the nearby trash bin before leaning down to press a kiss against your lips. Then, almost immediately, he reached for his glasses.
“Are you okay?” he asked quietly, voice, the nervous edge clear despite his usual formality. “I… hope I was not too rough. Was I… adequate?"
You smiled softly, brushing his arm. “You were perfect, Shin.”
A flush crept across his cheeks, though he gave only a small nod in acknowledgment. Rising from the bed, he retrieved a towel and returned, tending to you with meticulous care. Afterwards, he offered you the glass of water he had set aside earlier, holding it steady until you had finished drinking. When you were settled, the two of you remained together in the quiet, his back against the headboard, your head tucked against his chest. His heartbeat was still uneven beneath your ear, his hand resting lightly on your back. For a long time, he stared ahead, dazed, as if he could hardly comprehend that it had truly happened, that he had finally allowed himself to go so far, and that you had entrusted him with something so important. Only when your breathing softened into quiet snores did he finally glance down at you. His lips curved into a smile. “…I have never desired anyone so strongly before,” he whispered, his voice soft. “Not until I met you. I am… grateful my first time was with you.”
You weren’t sure how you ended up here, with Aomine in the quiet of his room, but the grin on his face told you he’d been waiting for this as much as you had. Especially with your gorgeous tits fully on display for him, nipples hard under his fingers. “Knew this would happen sooner or later,” he muttered, smirk tugging at his lips as he rolled one nipple between his thumb and finger. “Bet you’ve been waitin for this, huh?”
You rolled your eyes, your laugh coming out shaky,. “Are you gonna make me wait longer?” That lit the spark in his eyes. He crashed his lips onto yours, kissing you deep and sloppy, tongue sliding into your mouth. His confidence radiated through every move from sucking hard on your nipples until you gasped, fingers dipping between your thighs to rub your wet pussy. Two fingers sliding in with ease. “Damn… you're so tight already,” he mumbled, pumping his fingers into you, thumb circling your clit until you were moaning his name. His cock hardened against his sweats, and when he finally pulled them down, the sight made your stomach flip at how big he was. Lining himself up, he paused, just for a second. His confidence now disappeared. His eyes softened as they gazed over your bare body, flushed and spread out for him. “Shit… you’re so fuckin pretty.” He gave a nervous chuckle. He could not believe he was inches away from this. “I’m gonna put it in, alright?”
He pushed in slowly, hissing as your heat wrapped around him, every muscle in his body tensing at how tight you were. You whimpered at the stretch, biting your lip against the sting. He froze immediately. “You good?”
“Yes, Daiki,” you panted.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he muttered, forehead dropping against yours.
When you nodded, he started moving slow at first, then deeper, harder, until your walls clenched tight around him. The sting melted into pleasure, the burn addicting as his thick length filled you again and again. Your moans spilled out without restraint, his name tumbling from your lips over and over.
"God, you’re gonna make me lose it… keep makin’ those noises, baby." he grunted. His smirk came back, his pace quickening as he ventured down into you, groaning into your ear. “Shit… you feel too good, fuck. You hear that? That’s all you how damn good you’re makin me feel.” Your nails dug into his back as his thrusts grew rougher, the bed creaking beneath the force of his movements. He kissed you hard between grunts as his hips snapped faster, chasing both your highs. "Look at you taking me so well." When you finally clenched tight around him, screaming his name, it tipped him over. He buried himself deep with a low groan, as his release filled the condom.
Aomine collapsed beside you with a huff, sweat dripping down his temple. His arm draped lazily over your waist, his grin creeping back into place. “Not bad for my first time, huh?” he teased.
You laughed breathlessly, curling into his side. “Not bad at all.”
His eyes then slipped shut, his grip tightening on you as you both drifted off to sleep.
You could tell from the moment his lips touched yours that Kise was nervous. Normally, his kisses carried that signature confidence, like he knew exactly what he was doing. But tonight, his demeanor was different. “Y/Ncchi…” he murmured against your mouth, cupping your cheek with his hand. His golden eyes were wide, vulnerable. “I really don’t wanna mess this up. You’re… far too important to me to mess this up.” You smiled, lifting his hand from your cheek and kissing his knuckles. “Ryouta, it’s just us. You won’t mess it up, I promise.” He swallowed hard. “You say that, but my heart’s racing like crazy.” His laugh came out awkward, nervous, but he kissed you again, softer this time, as though trying to calm himself. When he pulled away, you looked up at him, cheeks flushed. “Ryouta… can I have this? Please? All we’ve done is kiss, and I want more.” The way you begged, your voice so soft and sweet, made his heart nearly burst. God, you looked so pretty asking for him like that. He let out a shaky sigh and nodded, smiling as he slowly stripped, the sight of his perfect body only making your need worse. When he slid into you for the first time, his hand clutched yours tightly, his eyes locked on your face. “Is this okay? Please… tell me when I should move.” You winced at the initial sting, squeezing his hand hard, and he froze instantly, panic flickering across his features. But once your grip loosened, he understood, moving carefully, his hips rolling slowly against yours. “Is this good? Am I going too fast?” he asked. “You’re perfect, Ryo-" Your words cut off into a loud moan as his cock brushed against your sweet spot deep inside you. Your back arched, eyes squeezing shut. Kise blinked, startled. “…Wait. Was that-?” He adjusted slightly, thrusting again, hitting the same place. Another moan spilled from your lips, louder this time. That was all it took. His nerves didn’t disappear completely, but a smirk tugged at his lips, his confidence returning with each sound you made. “That must feel really good, huh?” he whispered, his voice low, his hips snapping into that same angle again and again, determined to hear more.
Your moans filled the room, every cry of his name making his pace quicken as he buried himself deeper. “I love you so much,” he breathed, kissing you messily between thrusts. “My beautiful girl…You feel amazing around me… so warm.” By the time you reached your peak, clenching tightly around him, Kise was reaching his too, groaning against your lips as he came with you. He pulled out carefully and immediately grabbing tissues to clean you up.
When he finished, he collapsed against you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and burying his face in your neck. His body was still warm, as he whispered into your skin, his voice cracking with quiet laughter.
“…I can’t believe that just happened. With you.”
When you told Kagami you wanted to take the next step in your relationship, his reaction was immediate and completely Kagami. “W-what?!” he choked, eyes going wide. He nearly tripped over his own feet as he scrambled back a step “Y-you mean, like sex? Now?!" You couldn’t help but laugh as you reached out to grab his wrist before. “Yes Taiga.. It’s me after all."
“I know it’s you! That’s the problem!” He groaned, dragging a hand down his face, his voice muffled. “I’m sorry..I really don't want to screw this up…” You squeezed his hand gently. “You won’t. You don’t have to be perfect. I just want you.”. He swallowed, his expression softening, though the blush on his cheeks remained. He held your hands tightly as he sat next to you. "You… really mean that?” You nodded, and his shoulders finally loosened. Eventually the kissing started. It was clumsy at first. But as the kiss deepened, so did his confidence. His hands, hesitant at first, grew firmer, sliding around your waist and pulling you close. “Y/N,” he whispered against your lips, voice rough but steady now. “Ive never done this so I don't know what I’m doing… but I swear, I’ll give it everything I’ve got. Just let me know if anything hurts alright?" You smiled softly. “Of course taiga."
From then on, the clumsiness faded into pure passion. He kissed you as he laid you down gently on the bed. His hand lingering in your whole body. You then moved his hand down to your aching wet cunt. And looked up at him with those pretty doe eyes. "Please finger me...Taiga."
“O-okay… yeah,” he muttered, swallowing hard as his fingers trailed lower. “God, Y/N… you’re so wet already.” He pressed a thick finger inside carefully, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. When you gasped, he froze. “D-did that hurt?”
You shook your head quickly, clutching his wrist. “No… keep going.” Relief washed over his face, and he added another finger, curling them slowly as he fingered into you. Your hips jerked at the sudden pleasure, a moan spilling past your lips. His pace then quickened, fingers curling deeper, his thumb brushing over your clit. Your cries filled the room, and Kagami leaned down, kissing you hard, swallowing each sound. “Shit… you sound so good,” he muttered against your lips, voice rough with need. Kagami then pulled back just enough to grab the condom from your nightstand. Hovering above you, condom now on his dick he whispered “I… I need you, Y/N. But tell me again you’re sure.”
“I’m sure,” you whispered back,
He lined himself up, pushing in slowly. The stretch had you gasping, nails digging into his shoulders, and Kagami panicked instantly. “S-shit, am I hurting you?!”
“Taiga,” your smile soft even as you adjusted. “Just give me a second.”
He froze completely, arms trembling as he tried to stay still. “God… you feel so tight,” he groaned, his jaw tightening as he fought the urge to move. “I don’t know how long I can-" When you finally whispered “Move,” he let out a shaky breath and began to thrust, slow at first, then deeper.
Each time you moaned his name, his confidence grew, his pace rougher, more certain, his voice breaking between kisses. “Fuck, Y/N… you’re driving me crazy. You feel so good—I don’t ever wanna stop.”
he groaned, his forehead pressing to yours, sweat dripping down his temple. “God, you’re so… tight. I can’t-shit-I can’t hold back anymore.”
He kissed you desperately, groaning into your mouth as his hips thrusted harder. Every time your walls clenched around him, he cursed under his breath, his composure slipping further. “I’m-fuck-Y/N, I’m so close,” he gasped, voice raw. “Say my name again… please-"
His hips driving deep one last time as he groaned your name, spilling into the condom. For a long moment, the only sound in the room was both of your breathing.
Then Kagami jerked up suddenly, wide-eyed. “Was I too rough?! Did I hurt you?!” His hands scrambled to cup your face, eyes darting over you frantically. “I-I was going too fast, I knew it-" You laughed breathlessly, grabbing his wrist. “Taiga. Relax. I’m fine. You were amazing.”
“…Y-you’re just saying that.”
“I mean it,” you whispered, kissing him softly. “Perfect. You were perfect.”
“…Are you certain?” he asked, his voice calm even though he was slightly startled at your initiation to have sex for the first time. “This is important to me and I don’t want you to regret it.” You nodded, squeezing his hand. “I’m sure, Tetsuya.”
His expression softened, and he leaned forward, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips. When he pulled back, his hands moved carefully, unbuttoning and sliding away each layer of clothing. His fingers trailed over your skin as though he wanted to memorize every inch of you, pausing to linger over the curve of your hip and the line of your collarbone.
He then lowered his head, lips closing around your nipple as his teeth grazed gently, his tongue soothing the sting. Your back arched at the sensation, your fingers tangling in his pale hair. And the way he looked up at you, such innocent eyes doing something like this. It made you wetter by the second.
One of his hands slipped lower, sliding between your thighs, his fingers pressed inside you slowly, curling just enough to make you shiver. He didn’t ask if it felt good, he didn’t need to. The tremor in your breathing, the way your hips instinctively pressed into his hand, told him everything he wanted to know. When his mouth finally parted from your nipples, his blue eyes softened. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
"Definitley not anytime soon Tetsu." You said with a smirk. He nodded once with a small smile, without hesitation, and reached for the condom you offered. Rolling it on carefully, he positioned himself over you.
“This may hurt at first,” he said quietly. “I’ll be careful.” He slid into you slowly, his jaw tightening, his breath catching as the warmth of your walls took him in. He stayed still, his thumb brushing your cheek as his eyes stayed locked on yours. Only when you whispered “It’s okay” did he begin to move.
His thrusts were slow but as your body clung to his, his composure began to break. His breathing grew heavier. The sound of you moaning his name pulled him deeper, his hips thrusting harder. His hand moved to circle your clit in time with his thrusts, his quiet voice brushing your ear. “…You feel incredible.” When your climax hit, he followed soon after, spilling inside the condom then he carefully pulled out. He stayed there for a moment, kissing your skin, then discarded the condom.
He didn’t move far. Instead, he pulled the blanket over you, gathering you close into his chest. His heartbeat was steady against your ear, though his hand still trembled faintly where it held your back.
“…Thank you,” he murmured quietly into your hair. “I’m glad… my first time was with you.”
You were stretched out on his bed beside him, the two of you tangled under his massive blanket. Murasakibara lay on his back lazily, one arm covering his eyes, the other draped heavily across your waist.
“Atsushi,” you whispered, pressing a kiss against his jaw.
He peeked at you with half lidded eyes. “…Hm?”
“I want you,” you said, your hand brushing across his broad chest.
His arm slid off his face, eyes widening slightly. “…Like… sex?” His voice was quiet and confused.
You nodded, cheeks warming. “Yes.”
For a moment, he just stared, lips tugging into a small pout. “…Y/Nchin… I’m too big. What if I break you?”
You shifted closer, resting your hand over his heart. “You won’t. I trust you.”
Something in his expression changed. The lazy air fell away, his jaw setting as he rolled on top of you, his frame caging you in. "Alright. But you have to tell me the second it hurts, okay?” When his clothes came off, your breath caught. His cock was huge thick, long, intimidating in a way that made your thighs press together. He smirked at the reaction. “See? You’re already scared.”
“I’m not,” you whispered, though your voice wavered. “I can take it, Atsushi.”
“That’s what you say now…” he muttered, but his fingers were already sliding between your thighs. He worked you open slowly, curling two thick fingers inside, his thumb brushing your clit until you were gasping. He kept it up until you grabbed his wrist, breathless. “I’m ready… I can take you.”
With a sigh, he lined himself up, pressing forward carefully. The head alone stretched you wide instantly, it sharply stung as your walls tried to take him. You cried out, nails digging into his shoulders, and he froze.
“Y/Nchin… Am I hurting you?” He said feeling the need to pull out seeing you in such state.
Tears pricked your eyes as you shook your head. “Don’t… don’t pull out. Just give me a second.”
He groaned, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “…You’re crying. I don’t like this.”
“I can handle it,” you whispered, voice trembling. “Please… just stay.”
So he did. He eased in slowly, inch by inch, until he was barely halfway inside you and still, you felt impossibly stretched, completely filled. Your body clenched around him hard, making him curse under his breath.
“…Shit. You’re so small,” he muttered, his jaw tight, sweat beading on his temple as he fought to stay still. “If I move, I’ll hurt you.”
You whimpered, clutching at his arms. “Atsushi… even like this, I feel so full. Please don’t stop.”
His hips twitched, but he forced himself still, frustration flashing across his face. “…I want to, but I can’t go any deeper tonight. You can’t take all of me yet.”
When you whined softly, he kissed you, his massive body pressing you into the mattress. “…Next time, Y/N-chin. I’ll make sure you can take me. Every inch.”
Even with the slow thrusting, the sheer stretch had you trembling, wrecked on his size alone. And when your body shuddered around him, releasing from the pressure, he let out a low groan, kissing you hard.
When it was over, he slipped out carefully, cleaning you up with surprising gentleness before pulling you against his chest, curling protectively around you under the blankets.
“…I’ll prep you as much as it takes. One day, you’ll take all of me. So don't worry."
The room was dim, curtains drawn, the only light was the golden glow from the lamp by his bed. Akashi had you pinned beneath him, his body pressed to yours.
“You are certain of this, love?” he asked, voice calm but just by looking at his eyes you can see he was a bit nervous.
“Yes, Sei,” you whispered, clutching at his shirt. “I want this. I want you.”
A soft smile tugged at his lips. “…Then who am I to deny your request?” His mouth descended, kissing you before trailing down your throat, his lips grazing your sensitive skin as his hands worked with to undress you. Every touch felt as though he had studied your body and knew exactly how to make you shiver. When you were bared completely beneath him, he stilled, his gaze lingering up and down. “Goodness…” he murmured. “You’re such a sight. Do you know how exquisite you are?”
When he finally slid inside you, it was achingly slow, his forehead pressed to yours, his composure cracking just enough to let a groan slip from his throat. His hand gripped your waist tightly, anchoring himself. “So tight… you’re holding me so perfectly.” His lips brushed the shell of your ear, voice low. “Almost as if you were made for me.” The words made you moan, your back arching as he began to move. Each thrust in your pussy was perfectly angled, and you cried out every time he brushed your sweet spot. His eyes never wavered from your face. The way your eyes starred at him so big and so pretty, especially when he was balls deep inside of you, it made his heart warm.
“You feel incredible, my heart,” he whispered, voice breaking into a groan as your walls clenched around him. “Every time you tighten like that… it’s as if your body itself is begging for me.” His rhythm sharpened, harder, his control slipping with each second
You gasped his name, nails digging into his shoulders. “Sound so gorgeous,” he praised, voice husky, “moaning my name like you belong to me.” Your breath hitched as he drove into you deeper, faster. His mouth captured yours in a bruising kiss, swallowing your cries as he groaned against your lips. “Perfect. You’re perfect like this… trembling for me, my beautiful girl.”
By now his composure was unraveled completely as he fucked into you . “You feel so good… so warm. You’re mine. Every inch of you is mine. No one else will ever see you like this. No one else will ever fuck you like this.” Your climax tore through you hearing him talk like that, your body clenching tight around him. The way you squeezed him broke the last of his restraint. He groaned your name, voice rougher than you’d ever heard it, burying himself deep as his body trembled with release, his lips dragging across your skin desperately as if to mark you everywhere. When it was over, he stayed inside you, chest pressed to yours. He kissed your temple, then your cheek, then your lips.
“…You are mine,” he whispered, brushing his thumb over your swollen lips. His eyes softened. “And I will spend the rest of my life proving it to you.”
