I AM SO SORRY
I completely forgot to upload my story here after I uploaded it on Archiveofourown... I'm sorry!
I really do apologize for my hiatus... The smut was really hard to write :(
Thank you for everyone who read, favourited, or reviewed my work! Your reviews were really comforting :)
I love you guys. Seriously.
No homo.
Once the two lights got closer to the doors, it was clear that each of their names were indeed at separate doors, with Midorima at the right side and Kagami at the left.
Midorima and Kagami glanced at each other one last time, Midorima giving a stiff nod and Kagami grunting firmly as both of them opened the door at the same time, headed in, and the doors swung shut with a 'click'.
Once Midorima shut the door behind him, he was greeted with a red velvet sofa situated right at the middle of the room, with a grand piano by its side.
Midorima shifted his glasses uncomfortably upwards. It didn't take him long to realize that it was only the living room, since there were three more posh styled doors by the spotless wall. How Takao had ever managed to book a damn place this big, he would never know.
Midorima took a few uncertain steps forward, taking off his shoes by the shoe rack (it's delicacy-nodayo) and started to explore the suite. He glared at the silent TV situated innocently by the side.
Honestly, He would bet his entire Oha Asa collection that there were porn videos hidden underneath. Don't question how he knew; he just knew. He sighed slightly and moved on.
He finally opened the first room by the left and was greeted with a huge king-sized bed with soft red carpeting adorned on the ground. The bed even had a curtain system by its sides that would effectively cover over the people on the bed, so no one can see them.
A posh drawer sat silently next to the bed, and let's just say that Midorima had seen enough porn to know what they most probably put those damn drawers.
Midorima swung the door shut silently. He guessed that he was most likely not the only one in suite, considering that he didn't even pay anything and just walked in invited to boot. He walked over to the next door and pried it open.
So the room next to the bedroom was a huge toilet. Bathroom, to be exact. Midorima glanced around. Honestly, the decorations didn't exactly feel foreign to him, since he himself had came from a considerably wealthy family. The rooms were mixed in a slight Japanese and western style, and he wasn't complaining.
Once he swung the bathroom shut, he passed by a huge glass door which gave him a perfect view of the shower room. He didn't think much about it and turned to explore the next door. (Everywhere seemed to be pretty much filled with glass either ways)
Upon closing in to the door by the right, Midorima could hear a faint hum coming beyond the last door, and Midorima had heard the owner's voice enough in his entire high school life to know who the humming voice belongs to.
"Takao..." Midorima growled slightly as he opened the door, swung it shut silently and walked a few uncertain steps to the front of a somehow chairless dining table, and observed the room.
It took him a moment to realize that he was currently in a large kitchen, and instead of the usual lights from the light bulbs, the entire room was partially dark as some candles illuminated the room romantically.
The humming had not ceased since Midorima had stepped into the kitchen. Finally, Midorima looked over at the raven eyed boy-
-only to freeze completely by his tracks, his anger and curiosity forgotten when he realized what he was looking at.
Oh the sweet Oha Asa. Oh the holy fucking sweet Oha Asa.
Takao stood in the kitchen, naked. Wait. Not exactly naked. An apron. Shit. Naked apron. And cooking. Not cooking some random dish, but actually boiling his favorite red bean soup, from the sweet smell that was being admitted throughout the room.
Nothing seemed to come through his mind as he could hear even his own thoughts sliding into a full stop. He felt his breath hitch at the absolutely erotic and downright sinful view in front of him. A view that he only tolerated himself to imagine at night, coming to life and slapping him right at the face in full force.
Takao. In a kitchen. Wearing only an apron. Even boiling red bean soup. Midorima couldn't breathe as his gaze slowly slid downwards. Oh holy mother of fucks- Midorima's heart rate accelerated and his palms sweated vigorously because holy hell Takao's not wearing any underwear. Midorima took off his glasses, resulting with everything turning blurry to him. I must be dreaming. He thought as he rubbed his eyes and put his glasses on again, to only still see Takao's naked back, with his ass slightly moving around from moving some pots. Right, he wasn't dreaming.
"Enjoying the view, Shin-chan?" Takao's voice suddenly rang out, low and… Midorima gulped. Seductive. Of course Takao would know Midorima was there, the hawk eyes be damned. But to hell with it; Takao should't underestimate Midorima's self control.
"I'm not-," Midorima said, even though his voice hitched and his heart and his entire being was pretty much screaming yes. And there goes the self control, he thought. "Wear some clothes."
"Eh…" Takao looked over his shoulder, eyes slightly narrowed, grinning. Midorima could feel his face steadily becoming warmer as his entire body twitched slightly, forcing himself to not pounce at the conveniently-spread-meal before him.
Takao swayed his hips as he turned over to face Midorima, the annoying smirk still present on his face. Just when Midorima was about to avert his gaze, Takao reached the dining table in front of Midorima and chuckled lowly.
"Technically I am wearing something, Shin-chan… Do you like it?"
The smaller boy gave the green haired shooter a small wink as he leaned forward and slowly bended himself over the wooden polished table, eyes never leaving Midorima's. The raven eyed boy arched his back so perfectly to the point where his back and ass were showed so perfectly to Midorima. Midorima's mind slowly became muddled as Takao slowly roamed his small hands over every inch of the smaller boy's body.
"T-Takao..." Midorima groaned, his hands torn between reaching out for his shadow or just enjoying the show. Or maybe slapping the smaller boy across the face. Hmm… Tempting.
Takao spread out across the table slowly, crawling and inching towards Midorima as he licked his lips with slow roll across. Midorima couldn't tear his gaze away from Takao, the movement of his body, the way his usual clear eyes were clouded, the way he licked his lips or the way his adorable cheeks were filled in a pink hue.
Takao swept his leg over the table, finally reaching the green haired shooter. At this point, it was hard for Midorima to regain his self control as he stood frozen in place, face uncontrollably hot. Hard as in... You get the drill.
Takao slowly got off the table and stood in front of Midorima, swaying his hips and shutting his eyes to stretch himself like a cat, making Takao's perked nipples obvious, even for a moment. Midorima fought down the urge to kiss the smaller boy in front of him, hands slightly twitching.
Finally, Takao blinked and looked at Midorima, smirk gone with a small yet absolutely adorable smile.
"Shin-chan." He purred softly as he stroked Midorima's arm.
After a strangled silence, Midorima managed to cough out a word.
"What."
Takao chuckled softly as he picked Midorima's limp left hand-his bandaged, shooting hand- up from his side and pulled it towards his face. Midorima's eyes widened as Takao placed Midorima's hand right on his right cheek and started to slowly guide it to rub his cheek, stopping to blow a wisp of air on all of his left fingers one by one.
"I would take that the fact that you're not running for your life out of here right now... That you... Reciprocate... My... Feelings..?" Takao muttered with a hint on uncertainty as he let Midorima's palm hover across his face and kissed each of the shooter's bandaged fingertips in each pause.
Midorima almost snapped. After all the agonizing months of believing that Takao would never like him, he finally got a damn clue that Takao might at least have some feelings for him.
Without any warning, Midorima pushed Takao back onto the table, effectively making (forcing) Takao sit on the table with a surprised protest.
Before Takao could process what was going on, Midorima pushed himself between Takao's legs, slowly dragging his right palm over Takao's thigh while ignoring Takao's obvious hard-on. He felt the small hands covering his left go slack as he moved it back to Takao's back to steady him.
"S-shin-chan..?"
Midorima growled at the raven eyed boy's shuddering voice as he leaned forward, his nose brushing the smaller boy's neck, earning a startled gasp.
"You were asking for it, Kazunari..."
Midorima bit the raven eyed boy lightly and Takao let out an aroused yet strangled gasp as he wrapped his legs around his Shin-chan, holding him closer.
Midorima reached for Takao's hardened cock and stroked it till it stood taut and erect. He then hovered his dominant fingers in front of Takao's sweet, sweet mouth and muttered a command lowly.
"Suck."
Takao shuddered blissfully as he opened his wet mouth willingly and invited the shooter's fingers into his slick mouth. The younger boy wrapped and rubbed and sucked his tongue on the miracle's thin fingers, making sure that his saliva would coat properly on the beautiful fingers.
"Enough." Midorima groaned as he pulled his finger out Takao's lips with a strand of saliva connecting them together.
He reached for Takao's nipples as he slowly rubbed the left while licking the right. Pleased with the amount of moans the smaller boy was emitting, he ventured his fingers lower and lower and finally rubbed Takao's puckered hole, earning a long and drawn out gasp.
It didn't take long for Midorima to slowly insert one finger into Takao's cavern, slightly marvelled by how wet and soft it was.
And he was pretty sure it meant...
"Look at that, Takao..."
Midorima guided the quivering boy's gaze to the way his finger was easing in and out of his hole, and received a full blown blush from the smaller boy.
"W-what is-ah!... It... Hnn..."
Midorima made a show of how his finger ventured in and out of Takao's ass while making sure the smaller boy watched. Closely. Takao gulped visibly.
"You're really soft here even though I never touched you…" Midorima's eyes glinted dangerously as he took out his fingers from Takao's twitching hole. His eyes sparked dangerously as he pulled out his dripping hard penis from his pants and aimed it exactly ay Takao's trembling hole.
"S-Shin-chan..?" Takao muttered, confused yet aroused at the same time.
Midorima leaned downwards and whispered at Takao's ear, his emotions boiling.
"So who fucked you before I did, Kazunari?"
And on that note, he rammed into Takao, his anger increasing rapidly when he thought about who had actually touched his Takao. The smaller boy screamed and whimpered below him, yet he still held onto Midorima and did not let go.
Midorima stilled for a moment to let Takao adjust to his size- as much as he absolutely loved the feeling of Takao's hole twitching and sucking around his shaft, he wasn't sadistic enough to want to see Takao's pained expression.
Well, his kinks could wait for another time.
It took Midorima all his willpower to not move and wait for Takao's pained expression to finally partly disappear. Takao shivered and trembled under him, and after what seemed like almost an eternity, the trembling boy looked at Midorima from under his long eyelashes, tears leaking out the corners of his eyes.
"Shin-chan, I-"
"Shut up, Takao."
The green haired shooter leaned down and effectively shut the raven eyed boy with a deep kiss, tongues clashing as the smaller boy moaned. He started to pull out slowly of Takao, earning a surprised gasp, and pushed in completely.
"Aah! Ngh, Shin-chan..!"
Midorima thrusts in again, pulling his shaft out till its rim and pushes back inside, hard. Takao moans as Midorima touches his nipples, rubbing over the hard nub.
"Shin-chan… Yes… Shin-chan, please..!"
Takao wasn't sure what he was begging for but Midorima grunts and dives back into Takao, rocking his hips back and forth, their skins slapping against each other in a wet slap, earning more wanton moans from the smaller boy. His fingers rub and pull against Takao's tender nipples and Takao rakes his fingernails on his back in return. Midorima decides in half a second that he didn't mind the pain, given that it was a mark, a sign that Takao was too immersed in pleasure to care anymore.
"Hyah! The-there! Shin-chan! Please! There!"
Takao screamed as Midorima hit his prostate, and without a second of hesitation, hit it again with unbelievable accuracy. Midorima pants against Takao's ear, feeling that the fact that the raven eyed boy was really vocal in bed turned him on even more than he would admit. They kissed again and again messily and desperately, strands of saliva connecting their love.
Midorima rams even harder into Takao as he bends the black-haired boy's leg on top of his shoulder, his glasses almost slipping off but he doesn't care. He takes off the tape on his left fingers, not caring about anything except for the pleasure as he strokes Takao's taut and ignored dick. Takao grabs onto the table behind him and Midorima's thrusts echoes throughout the kitchen as the table rattles back and forth.
"Shin-chan, I- coming- So close- I- Shintarou- Please-"
Takao's words slowly becomes incomprehensible as Midorima pushes him closer and closer to the brink. Midorima feels a familiar tightening by his stomach, and knows he was getting closer too by the second, with the erotic and absolutely revealed view of the entire Takao Kazunari in front of him.
And hell, knowing that he was the one who caused the raven eyed boy to be like this is doing wonders to his cock.
"Come for me, Kazunari…"
Midorima whispers by Takao's ear as he kisses the black-haired boy again, and with one final stroke, Takao trembles and screams, his arms reaching for Midorima and pulling him closer as his back arches forward, legs reaching forward to nothing and comes onto his and Midorima's stomachs.
Midorima feels Takao orgasm as his wet cavern twitches and sucks him in further, the stimulation so good and finally making him come into Takao's ass. He gasps as he fills his essence into his Takao and whispers to the younger boy.
"You belong to me, Takao Kazunari…"
And that was the only sentence Takao could hear as he slipped into oblivion, but not after he gave a small reply with a soft, content and absolutely satisfied smile.
"I love you too, Midorima Shintarou… My one… And only…"
Darkness.
