Hey, so this is my first fanfic, hope you enjoy. It's probably only gonna be two chapters. Constructive criticism is much appreciated, or if you see any errors, please mention them so I could fix them right away.
The Seirin basketball team was ecstatic. After all, they had just beaten Touou Gakuen, who had won when they faced each other during the Interhigh. Some of the team had fallen asleep in the locker room, exhausted from the tight and strenuous match. Kuroko, too, had nearly passed out due to exhaustion, being set on a bench in their assigned locker room by Kagami so that he could rest. They had made it to the next stage of the Winter Cup.
It wasn't till a loud buzzing noise that Kuroko opened his eyes, recognizing the familiar vibration pattern. He stared at the locker he shoved his things in, slowly getting up to go and fetch his cellphone. It was a message from Momoi. The blue haired male scanned the text before flipping his phone closed, excusing himself from the room. The only person who seemed to pay any attention was their coach, who was about to give him her usual speech about not wandering around, though thought against it. The kid was tired, and hey, they had just won. Besides, with how some of the other players were sleeping, she doubted they would go anywhere for some time.
"Just be back soon," Aida said sternly before returning her attention to the rest of the team, namely the ones that were still awake.
It was a short walk to Touou Gakuen's locker room. With a few quiet knocks, he let himself in, only to be hugged tightly by the pink haired girl. Usually, he would let the girl do as she please without moving, though this time he couldn't help but smile, a hand patting her head. He nuzzled his head on her shoulder, whispering the similar words into her ear.
"I promised, Momoi-san."
The manager was almost moved to tears as she held onto him tighter, making Kuroko wince. It felt like an eternity before Momoi relented, releasing the blue haired male and couldn't help herself. Before he knew what was going on, he felt lips on his. The basketball player was too shocked to react – she had never gone this far, and didn't know what to make of it before it was too late. The girl had pried his lips open, her tongue darting into his mouth to find his, which elicited a small moan from Kuroko.
After a couple more seconds, subconsciously kissing his former manager back, he abruptly stopped it. His face was flushed, his heart hammering away almost as if her were back in the game. The male was about to say something, but what? He opened his mouth once he formulated a thought, but Momoi quickly put a finger to his lips to shush him. It seemed like she wanted to be the first to speak.
"Tetsu-kun, I love you."
He had heard that confession many times. She had even gone around calling herself his girlfriend before (not that it bothered him, but he usually corrected her when in the presence of people), but this time it seemed different. She placed her right hand on his chest, taking his with her free hand and placing it on hers. Usually, he'd be aloof to such a gesture, but now… He couldn't help but feel his face flush more.
"See, I'm not lying or playing around, Tetsu-kun."
At first he wasn't sure what she was trying to accomplish, but now he got it. He could feel her heart hammering. Kuroko was about to pull his hand back though it just made Momoi grasp onto his tighter, her second hand returning to hold him in place. Blue eyes darted to the ground, not wanting to look where his hand was cushioned, far too embarrassed.
"Momoi-san," he tried to reason out, tugging at his hand as the pink haired girl analyzed him unknowingly.
"Am I… am I not even worth looking at?" The girl let go of his, seeming on the verge of tears once again, but not for the same reason. Usually, she had plenty of self-confidence when it came to her appearance, but this… She didn't think she could handle her love not liking her.
"It-it's not that Momoi-sa –"
"Satsuki. Call me Satsuki," she interrupted, willing his eyes to meet hers. He could see the determination on her face despite looking like tears were about to be shed. It left no room for argument.
"Sa-Satsuki-san…" He couldn't help it, he was at a loss for words.
Before he knew it, he was back to square one. Momoi had wrapped her arms around his neck, and he thought she was going to hug him again. He miscalculated. Soon enough, she had coaxed him into another kiss and he couldn't help but respond to it. She slowly backed up, keeping her arms locked around the basketball player as to bring him to their destination, the bench in the middle.
Kuroko wasn't sure what was going on. Never had he been so responsive towards Momoi's advancements. The analyst could only think that her feminine charms had finally gotten to him, and she loved every moment of it. As they sat themselves on the bench, each person with one leg on each side of it so as to face each other, the kisses got deeper. The next time it was broken was by Momoi, allowing both to gasp for air. Perhaps it was due to the dishevelled look on the basketball player, but all she knew is that she wanted more.
"Momo–" He breathed out, though she looked intently at him until he fixed his mistake. "Satsuki-san–" She interrupted his sentence, her hand bringing Kuroko forward to kiss him again, before slowly letting her lips trail chaste kisses against his jaw and neck.
"A-ah," It was quiet, almost a mewl but Momoi heard it as if it were as clear as day. She repeated her actions once more, softly biting and sucking at the opposite side of his neck. She smiled during her actions as she got another soft moan out of the basketball player. The analyst felt fingers lightly grasp her hair as she continued her ministrations, leaving light love bites on his pale skin.
"Tetsu-kun," she started when the male took her by the shoulders and pushed her back ever so slightly. "Wha–"
The female was silenced as Kuroko pushed his lips against hers, this time more passionately than he previously had. Obviously, she had gotten to him with her teasing. This time, it was her turn to moan into the kiss as he seemingly regained some strength from the match. She pulled him closer, leaning back until they were both parallel to the bench, the blue haired teen on top and kneeling in between her legs, supporting his weight with his elbows on either side of her face.
Soft moans were released during their passionate make out session before Momoi hooked her legs around him to close even more distance. The Seirin player almost collapsed on her had he not support himself with his elbows as well. Kuroko hadn't noticed how painfully obvious his erection was in his basketball uniform until it was pressed against his previous manager's body. Apparently this seemed to snap him out of his trance as he looked at her with a panicked expression, lifting himself of her and getting back on his knees despite the effort in her legs to keep him down. Once seated, he attempted to hide the tent in his shorts by untucking his jersey to cover it.
"I-I'm so so-sorry…!" He was flustered and couldn't help but stutter out his apology.
"Tetsu-kun, it's fine," she reassured, her love's bashfulness being a slight turn on.
"B-but I-I," he continued, obviously ashamed at his lack of control, but she shook her head.
"It's fine," she repeated, this time with a small smile as she grabbed onto the collar of his jersey, pulling him on top of her once again.
Kuroko wasn't sure what magic she had used – it was unlike him to be so worked up. But soon enough, they were back in a similar position, her soft hand snaking into his shorts and boxers, caressing his member before he had time to pull away. The Seirin player groaned, never having someone touch him before, especially not someone with soft hands like Momoi. It felt like heaven as she grasped onto his cock, smearing the precum with her fingers on the head before slowly jerking him off.
"M-moi," his head was in such disarray, not even able to say her name properly as he let out another moan. This time, she let his error slide, wanting to continue coaxing such cute reactions out of him without interruption.
All of this was getting her rather horny. "Tetsu-kun," she mumbled, his blue eyes meeting hers. A sudden wave of shyness passed through her, stuttering out the continuation of her request, "c-could… could you do m-me to?" Momoi almost felt ashamed asking as she saw the other's face redden at her words, but was utterly surprised when the male shyly pushed her skirt upwards. At first he was unsure what to do, after all, basketball was usually the only thing that filled his mind. Noticing that he lacked experience, the pink haired girl used her free hand to guide him into her underwear. Once she felt contact on her clit, a small shudder ran through her body.
Noticing this, Kuroko played with the sensitive bundle of nerves, his calloused hands rubbing against it and lightly pinching it, earning a loud gasp from the manager. At first, he looked alarmed, wondering if he did something wrong but her hand on his wrist kept him there. "C-continue," she choked out, eyes glazed over with lust. She bit her lip as he continued exploring, his fingers moving further down to her slit. The area was slightly damp, and with what slight knowledge he had about females, he decided to test it.
"Tets–" she whimpered as he slipped a finger in, probing around with it before adding another. The action caused her to arch her back even more. He was moving his fingers in an out to the rhythm she created as she stroked up, each time going slightly deeper until he noticed Momoi's breath was hitched, biting on her lower lip hard as she tried to hold in a loud moan, but to no avail. Kuroko recognized it as a sound of pleasure, much like his own soft ones, and continued the same movement. Her hand had stopped stroking him, but he had yet to notice, too captivated by her reactions.
She was a trembling mess as he continued to finger her, placing his thumb back onto the bundle of nerves, above where his fingers were penetrating. Her moans resonated through the locker room, causing her to clamp both her hands on her mouth to muffle out the sounds. It didn't take long before she came, one moan louder than the rest escaping as she rode out her orgasm and Kuroko removed his fingers.
Perhaps it the way she looked, her skin flushed pink, a dazed look in her usually calculating eyes. Her hands were to the side of her head now, lips parted as she shuddered every now and again. Whatever it may be, it awoke something in the male that he never knew existed. He was back on his knees, pulling her panties off slowly as he backed up, slipping them fully off her legs once he was standing. Either she didn't seem to notice – an unlikely idea – or she just let the boy do as he pleased. He tossed them to the side, looking at the other, a hungry look in his usually docile eyes.
Kuroko moved back between her legs, keeping eye contact with her before she nodded. Still, he was hesitant – what if he couldn't stop himself before it was too late? Sensing his alarm, Momoi gave him a reassuring smile. "It's a safe day," she told him softly as she pushed down his shorts enough for his cock spring free. He was still unsure, however, though with the help of her soft hands guiding his member to her slit, he couldn't help it. His judgement was clouded by immense lust as he nervously aligned the tip of his penis to her entrance, groaning loudly as he entered her.
It was a slow process for the both of them, Momoi having to speak up every so often to tell him to continue advancing in, saying that he wasn't hurting her. On the other hand, Kuroko was unknowingly holding his breath as pleasure flowed through him, a groan escaping even though he tried to hold the noise in. The blue haired male finally managed to sheath himself entirely inside of her. He leaned forwards, biting her neck just like she had previously earning a gasp from the girl beneath him. He pulled out once again before pushing himself back inside.
"Oh? So what do we have here?"
