THE FIRST TIME
Aoi Todo/f!reader
summary: your first time having sex is with Aoi, and it’s also his first time having sex.
word count: 3.8k
warnings: college/no curses!au, unprotected sex, fingering, mentions of anal play,
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Your relationship with Aoi Todo is interesting to anyone who knows him. He was a man of his convictions with a personality as big as his presence, intelligent and well-versed in the ways of the world. He sought his fulfillment in life through fighting off boredom; ensuring that the people he kept around him were exciting to him for one reason or another, playing rugby like his life depended on it for the thrill of intense competition, even picking up random classes outside of his graduation requirements for the sake of having something more interesting to work on through the semester.
Not one of the people who knew him would’ve expected him to date you. A first year student with friends but with minimal overlap with his existing circles. You’d met by pure chance, your drunken singing called to him like a siren’s song and he hadn’t let you go since. It took only three weeks for you to become a constant fixture at his side, his friends and roommates quickly adapting to asking if he’d be bringing you along on whatever plans they’d made or ready to hear him say he wasn’t going because he wanted to do something with you (even more surprising were when the answer was no but he still went anyway).
According to Mai and the others he’d gone to high school in Kyoto with, he’d never dated anyone and nobody knew if he had any flings that he’d kept private. His obsession with Tall Idol Takada seemed to prevent him from taking a true interest in anybody romantically – and probably scared off anybody who would’ve been interested in him like that.
But not you. It was charming how devoted he was to Takada, indicative of his ability to devote himself to anything and you quickly saw that same level of dedication to you and your interests as you spent time with him. He asked questions and sent you posts he saw about the games that you played or shows that you watch, offering once to catch up on four seasons of a show to watch season five with you when it came out. Where initially you would’ve considered that it was a bit soon in a relationship to be as locked in as he was, you learned that Aoi Todo gave his all in everything he did.
Which led to where you were now, letting him into your dorm room after a day separated by classes and his rugby practice. Where normally you wouldn’t be antsy about him coming over freshly showered, your morning had gotten off to a rocky start courtesy of a morning erection and exploring hands that made your anxiety skyrocket due to your own inexperience with any contact beyond heavy petting while making out. The thought of making you uncomfortable in any regard was not a good feeling for him, and him thinking that he made you uncomfortable was not what you wanted at all – because it wasn’t him or anything he did, you just got nervous and that was not something he had to apologize for.
“Missed you today,” he murmurs, kissing you chastely as he removes his shoes to leave them by your door. “How was class?”
“Class was alright,” you respond, your eyes catching a new blooming mark on his shoulder as he takes his jacket off. “I just got back from studying with Nobara and Maki.”
“No Yuuji?”
“No, he and Fushiguro were at the gym I think, but they were all talking about grabbing food tonight if you want to come with.”
“Are we going to talk about this morning?”
“I’d like to. We kinda left it on a weird note and I don’t want things to stay weird over something so small.”
“I should’ve asked before I just touched,” he comments, following behind you as you head towards your small bedroom. “I’m sorry for that.”
“No, that’s not what freaked me out so please don’t apologize and never stop touching me.” He grins at that, testing the waters with a hand on your side as he kicks the door shut behind him. “I’ve never- uh, I haven’t really done anything with another person before. So I got nervous when your hand went into my shorts like that because I didn’t know what to do but I wanted to keep going.”
“I get that,” he assures, leaning in to kiss your cheek and lingering there as you lean into him more. “Do you want to have a sex talk?”
“I think we should. I felt bad this morning about you feeling bad about potentially making me uncomfortable and I want to clear all of that up for sure.”
“So you haven’t had sex with anyone?”
“No. Not even like hand or mouth stuff. But I have experimented with myself a bit.”
“Toys?”
You don’t respond immediately, instead turning to your dresser and opening the top drawer to reveal the two devices that you’d bought almost immediately upon moving for school. A rabbit vibrator and rose toy lay waiting for their next use, both an inviting red color that signified intimacy.
“First act of freedom and privacy,” you state, cheeks warm as he looked at them. “Not living with my parents means I can do what I want, when I want. I had the thought that I was going to slut it up in college but instead I’m studying insanely and clamming up when guys look at me for too long.”
“Not me, though,” he says with a smile, and you shrug as you drop into your desk chair. “At least, not anymore.”
That was true. After just a couple weeks of dating Aoi Todo, you leaned into his gaze and basked in his adoration. He wanted you, but that wasn’t as scary as the way others had looked at you with a similar desire. His gaze was intense, but held a tenderness when it was pointed at you rather than the feeling of being undressed (the rest of the rugby team excelled at the latter). It was difficult to explain how you let the massive third-year student break down the walls of anxiety that came with being new to a university, but with every day that went by you were grateful that you did.
Aoi taught you a lot about being unapologetically yourself and, while you were still getting comfortable with ignoring the people around you if you didn’t have interest in them, you appreciated the gentle praise and loud acknowledgment of his interest in you.
“I haven’t been with anyone either,” he confesses, sliding your dresser drawer closed and turning to face you properly. “Besides my hand and a toy of my own.”
You almost don’t believe him, but you know better than to think he’d ever lie to you. Not even to protect your feelings, as he had very little to gain from a lie that would eventually be found out and fracture your trust. But it didn’t make much sense. He was vocal about his type, was the star of the school’s rugby team with an insane physique and an insane amount of people practically throwing themselves at him for his attention. Not once had he taken advantage of that?
“That surprises you?”
“Well, yeah. You're hot, Aoi.”
He grins at the compliment, crossing your small room in two easy strides to stand before you. To look up at his imposing figure would frighten most people, even if he was wearing a pink Tall Idol Takada shirt, but you had the honor of watching the big man kneel before you and look up at you with his hands resting gently on your thighs.
“I was originally saving myself for her,” he states, squeezing your legs before resting his chin in the space dip between your thighs. You don’t need to ask who it was he was saving himself for, as Takada is always the answer to questions like that. “But now I understand that I was saving myself for you.”
You.
Statements like that occurred a lot. Aoi Todo believed you were his soulmate and as the weeks went on you had started to believe it too. Anyone else would probably minimize it to young people making the mistakes young people made when they were in love for the first time, enjoying the honeymoon phase of a relationship without much experience to rely on. But it was hard not to believe in him being your soulmate when he said things like that all the time.
“But do you want to have sex with me at some point?”
“I think I’d like that a lot,” you murmur, pushing your fingers into his hair before releasing it from the bun he’d had it in. “As long as you want to have sex with me.”
“What do you think I was dreamin’ about this morning?”
It’s tempting to tell him that it could’ve been Takada, as most things could be assumed that they were Takada related when it brought him any sort of joy or pleasure, but you resist the temptation and instead meet him halfway in a kiss that was significantly more relaxed than the one he’d given you upon his arrival.
He lifts you with ease as he stands, easily depositing you onto your bed with his knee separating your legs. Your hands keep him close to you as his own warm hand slips up your shirt to cup your breast through your bra.
“If you don’t like something, you gotta tell me,” he instructs, taking that opportunity to free your breast from the cup of your bra and give it a gentle squeeze. “We’re learning what works together.”
“Y-yeah, of course.” you whisper, helping him get your shirt off completely and parting your legs wider to let him settle between them. “Same to you, Aoi.”
He nods, watching as you reach behind yourself to unclasp your bra to give him free access to your chest. His eyes drag over your skin slowly, almost as if he was trying to memorize every pore in detail as his hand continues to idly knead at your breast. If it were anyone else you’re sure you’d feel more nervous, afraid that they were picking out flaws rather than appreciating what was before them. “Could look at you forever,” he murmurs before he leans in to take your other breast into his mouth. His tongue flicks over and swirls around your nipple as he sucks at your skin, your other nipple being attended to by his thumb and forefinger. It’s not the most coordinated, but it feels nice to have him paying attention to you like this as his hips grind into your own. You don't know what to do with your own hands, deciding to rest one at the back of his head to hopefully encourage him to keep going and keep your other hand out of his way.
“What toy do you have?”
He grunts against your skin, likely the equivalent of a question mark, looking up at you to see you looking down at him. You repeat the question, prompting him to release your nipple with a wet sounding pop! that sounded lewder in person than it had in the videos you’d seen.
“A bit delayed asking about that, angel,” he teases, kissing between your breasts before he trails down your stomach. “I guess I have two, not one. I got a fleshlight and then I have a plug.”
“Like for your ass?”
“Yeah. Feels nice to have that while I’m fucking the flashlight or my hand.” He unbuttons your jeans easily, the zipper sliding down slowly with his eyes steadily locked on yours — not at all deterred by your inquiries, as if he knew that talking was helping you feel less nervous. “You should try it, I’ll buy you one of your own if you want to give it a shot.”
“I’ll think about it,” you sure as you bridge your hips to help him get your pants off. He takes his shirt off while he's got the space, and you take the moment to admire the bulky chiseled form that was Aoi. There were a few minute scars here and there that you always noticed, earned from fighting a lot as a child and playing rugby with an aggressive fire, but ear scar had a story and you could tell you about each one if you asked.
“Still good?”
“Yeah, you?”
“Yeah.” He’s got a sizable bulge in his shorts, intimidating to look at but you’re more distracted by his hand resting on your stomach just above the waistline of your underwear. You hadn’t even worn cute ones, the black cotton that didn’t even match your bra making you self conscious as he continues to take you in with his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“I have cuter underwear.”
“These are cute, too,” he assures, testing the waters with a finger hooked into the waistband. “You look cute in anything, baby, I promise.”
“You’re supposed to say that.”
“I’d never lie to you about how cute you are, and we have all the time in the world for you to model underwear for me.” He tugs at the waistband now, a question in his eyes answered by your nod and subtle lift of your hips to allow him easier access to pull the black cotton down your legs to expose you to his eyes completely. Your instincts tell you to push your knees together, to hide yourself from the intensity of his dissecting gaze, but your trust in him and his intentions allow you to relax and let him part your legs further so he could look at your center.
Two large fingers part your folds, allowing a third to carefully slide between them to gather the essence pooling between your legs. His hands are warm, gentle as one holds your thigh to the mattress while the other explores your wet pussy.
“I turn you on this much?” He asks with a mesmerized smile, bringing his fingers to his lips to taste you. “You think about me when you use your toys?”
Your face burns hot as you nod, your eyes glued to where his mouth is attached to his finger. The hum that leaves him is akin to the way he hummed when eating a good meal, further encouraging your growing confidence under his gaze.
“You taste good,” he compliments, bringing that finger down between your legs and carefully probing into your pussy with it. His finger is thick, warm inside your walls as he explores you carefully, his eyes dancing between his hand and your expression to gauge your comfort. You feel the second finger shortly after, beginning to stretch your walls open with every stroke and wiggle they made inside you. There’s a metaphor somewhere in the strangeness you felt with his exploration of a part of you that you likely hadn’t been able to reach with your own touch, your initial nervousness clouded into pleasure with every effort Aoi made to know you and your body better. A metaphor you can’t think too hard about when his thick fingers are scissoring inside you to encourage your walls to open up more, just before a third joins the fray.
It takes a bit of coaxing to take all three to his knuckle, officially stretching you more than your own toy had managed to achieve. You feel them curl inside you, stroking against a spot that had your legs threatening to close around his wrist.
His left hand catches you, carefully pushing your thigh back down to the mattress as he continues to assault that newly discovered spot with a dangerous precision. The pleasure builds within you with every stroke, your own hand going to your neglected clit to push yourself to the peak of your pleasure.
“Can feel you squeezin’ my fingers,” he murmurs, giving your thigh a squeeze as he watches your fingers play with the little bundle of nerves. “Are you gonna cum?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
You honestly weren’t sure, as this a feeling you’d gotten yourself to many times but you’d never managed to get yourself to that point you saw in the videos — no leg shaking or whining “fuckfuckfuck” followed by heavy breathing as you finished. Not that every orgasm had to be like the likely exaggerated ones you’d seen in porn videos. It feels more subtle, a steady increase in the pressure and tightening of your core until finally your body couldn’t take it anymore.
“Just when I thought you couldn’t get more beautiful,” Aoi whispers, rubbing your thigh as he carefully pulls his fingers from your dripping cunt. “I wish you could see yourself right now. That feel good?”
“I’ve never felt anything like that before,” you confess, opening your mouth when he offers his hand and accepting two of those three fingers that were covered in your essence. You’ve tased yourself before, but there was something special about the way you tasted on his fingers after he’d made you cum.
“I don’t have any condoms or anything,” he states, and you shrug against the mattress while bringing your foot up to the waistband of his shorts. If you could manage to pull them down with just your toes that would be a feat in and of itself, one that is halted by his left hand catching your foot before you could truly try. “I’m not worried about infections, since we’re both first timers, but you could—“
“I’m on birth control,” you cut him off, smiling when he nods slowly. “I was gonna be a slut, remember?”
“You’re sure?”
“Positive.”
Your confidence wanes a little when he takes his shorts off and you truly see his size. You assumed by the size of his bulge that you’d been pressed up against a few times that he’d be big, but where you expected more length you’re surprised by his sheer girth. How that was going to fit you didn’t know, but you’d seen some miraculous things in your own porn interests so you trust it can happen.
“Why are you staring at it like that?”
“Forgive me for having never seen a dick in real life before.” Your excuse earns a small laugh from him, and you watch as he strokes himself a bit before bringing his tip between your folds. “You stared at me when my pants came off!”
“I stare at you all the time, if we’re being honest with each other,” he murmurs, positioning his tip at your entrance and looking to you for the go ahead to push forward. You nod, lacing your fingers with his as he pushes the tip of his cock into your cunt. The stretch is near immediate, and he pauses immediately when your grip on his hand tightens with the new intrusion.
He moves slowly, pushing more of his length in with every stroke until his hips are pressed to your pelvis. His forehead presses to yours, a soft smile on his face as he peppers kisses along your face as you continue to adjust to the stretch of his cock inside you.
“You feel so good around me, angel,” he whispers, grinding his hips against yours in an effort to burrow himself even deeper in your core. Proximity was his source of comfort; why he kept himself as close to you as he could when he got to spend time with you and would stare down anyone who dared to challenge his place at your side – unless you requested a bit of space beforehand. “Like I was made for you. You feel good?”
“It’s a lot,” you whisper, nudging his nose with your own before kissing him. “Feel really full.”
“No pain?”
“No pain,” you echo just before his mouth crashes into yours once more. The kiss mostly distracts from the way his hips have started to pull back, but the slow drag still occupies the front of your thoughts as he moves above you because you wanted to remember everything he was making you feel. You’d never be able to replicate it with the toys you had currently but it was always worth a shot.
Your bedframe knocks against the wall with every thrust, the aging material had grown rickety in its age and likely a decade of students before you who also experienced their first time having sex with a lover. And now it was witness to you and Aoi sharing such an experience that you’d never forget – regardless of how your relationship with Aoi may end, you’d always be grateful to him for being so gentle with you in this shared experience.
Your hand finds itself on the back of his head, fingers interwoven in his freshly washed hair as he kisses along your jawline. Gentle nips are soothed by softer kisses, sweet nothings whispered in between while you relish in the attention you’re getting from him.
“Feel so fucking good, angel,” he groans, pressing his face into the crook of your neck as his hands holds yours impossibly tighter. The pace of his thrusts becomes uneven, your legs wrapping around his waist to keep him close as you feel that tightness in your core return. His body heat melds into yours, making you feel so much hotter as he continues to fuck into you. “So good, wanna feel you cum on my cock.” His mumbles into your neck only push you closer, your heart pounding and blood rushing through your ears the only thing that you could focus on as your legs tighten around his hips. “Gonna let me cum inside you?”
“Y-yeah, Aoi,” you whimper, watching as he sits back on his heels. He keeps your hand held in his, bringing your knuckles to his lips as his other hand moves to your clit. Two fingers roll over your clit, moving in rapid strokes that have your head angling back into your pillow as your gut tightens with every movement he makes. This felt different from when he was fingering you, there was more and it was almost unbearable as his thrusts increased in their force.
“A-Aoi, baby.” Your keening sends shockwaves down his spine, he’s watching in adoration as your head tilts back and your walls clench around him once more as your body stiffens in his arms. This was more like what you’d thought an orgasm would be like, mind clearing to the point where all you could sense was Aoi. His smell, his touch, his cock continuing to barrel into your pulsing walls until he meets his own end with a groan of your name.
This is what it felt like to have someone cum inside of you, and you wanted to share this experience with him a hundred thousand more times. What came after you couldn’t be bothered to care about, because all that mattered to you was the current moment with Aoi as his hand rubs your side while keeping himself buried inside you.
“Good, angel?”
“Great,” you assure, bringing your joined hands down so you could kiss his hand. “Feel so good inside me, baby.”
“Gonna keep you here all night,” he promises, leaning in to kiss your cheek as you smile. “Neither of us have class tomorrow so it’ll be fine.”