Prompt: Imagine your OTPs first time in bed together. They're a bit nervous, scared that the other person will be disgusted with their body, but, it ends up being a passionate lovemaking session. Afterwards, they fall asleep in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow.
Pairing: Aomine/Kuroko
Author's Note: Cranked out a fic for Kuroko's birthday though it's like a week late. OTL. Also fills the prompt "Dai…suki" by Tetsumine. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LOVELY!
Warning: SMUT, hell, it's like PWP. CHEESINESS.
Aomine uncharacteristically paced back and forth right outside the kitchen where he'd been barred from entering by a certain angry bluenette. So he'd burned a couple of things here and there and ruined a bit of the crucial ingredients necessary for a cake-
Well, he couldn't exactly blame Kuroko for kicking him out. It was their kitchen after all. Plus, Kuroko cared a lot about keeping their house nice and tidy.
The two of them had moved in together after high school because Aomine had been given a massive athletic scholarship that covered all expenses, even a nearby apartment space. It was small but it meant that neither he nor Kuroko had to worry about having a place to stay during their time in college.
But that was the problem. Here they were, in their mid-twenties, and Aomine still hadn't been able to get Kuroko in bed with him, so to speak.
Yeah. Shocking, he knew.
Hell, he didn't even understand why he was having so much trouble with this. If it was with any other person, male or female, he would have fucked them without another thought, without wasting any time. Sure, a lot of people figured he was perverted, what with all those lewd magazines he had all the time. And he was good at seducing people, if he said so himself. But after the first year or so of college, he had completely stopped seeing people. He'd only had sex when he needed to relieve the urge, no strings attached.
It was strange, feeling like he had to stay faithful to Kuroko when they weren't like that.
They definitely weren't like that. Even if…
Maybe he wanted to be like that. With Kuroko.
Somehow, he always found himself thinking about Kuroko – worried for him, excited with him, happy for him, sad with him, all the time. He didn't get it. Clearly, the smaller male was just a friend, a friend he had a connection with that was deeper and stronger than with anyone else. But that didn't mean it was anything like…
Well, it didn't mean it was love. Right? That would be stupid. They were both males and Aomine knew how much Momoi liked Kuroko. But it didn't bother him that Kuroko was a guy, didn't bother him that he didn't have any breasts, despite how much he liked them.
Shit.
Whenever he thought of Kuroko, his head got all confused. Nothing made sense to him.
"Oi, Tetsu…?" he said quietly, leaning against the wall near the doorway, trying not to think. It would save him the headache.
"Yes, Aomine-kun?"
To his surprise, the voice that replied wasn't angry, just sounded rather tired. Aomine wasn't really sure which was worse. Maybe it'd be better if Kuroko just got everything off his chest. The last thing Aomine wanted was for Kuroko to cry out of sheer frustration with him.
That had happened only once, exactly three years ago. And he'd hated it.
Aomine had come back to their apartment after several days, smelling like cheap perfume, feeling exhausted and hollow. Non-stop sex couldn't seem to calm him down. He felt…lost. Even though he'd gotten himself employed as a policeman and earned himself a steady job, it was like he was just floating around.
He had been walking towards the bathroom to take a shower when he saw Kuroko staring at him with watery, angry, disappointed blue eyes. For a brief, insane second, the tanned male had thought the boy was jealous. Then the bluenette had said:
"I was worried sick, Aomine-kun. You wouldn't answer the phone and I had no other way to contact you. How could you just disappear like that without telling me anything?"
"Next time I'll leave you a note or something," he'd said before walking away.
But that was the last time he had had sex with anyone. He'd been unable to get the image of Kuroko's upset gaze out of his mind.
He, Aomine Daiki, had remained completely celibate since then, with only his own hand for company.
It was ridiculous. Yet, it wasn't. Aomine knew he shouldn't have gone out and skipped Kuroko's birthday the way he did. It had been selfish of him, rude and uncaring. And it hadn't reflected how he felt about Kuroko at all.
This was the worst kind of love, if it was even love.
"I'm sorry I fucked up," Aomine murmured, shoving his hands into his pockets, unsure of what he was apologizing for anymore. Was it the present or the past? "I know it was your birthday and all…"
Navy blue eyes widened. "I mean, it is your birthday today…and I made a giant mess of things."
And just like that, the slender, blue-haired male was right in front of him.
"It's okay, Aomine-kun. It isn't a big deal," Kuroko said with a small smile. "I'm not upset, so don't look like that."
"Then…?"
Kuroko sighed. "I was just…concerned. When I came in, the alarm was screaming and there was smoke everywhere. Naturally, I was worried for you. I'm not mad or anything, especially not because you burned a little bit of food."
"Tetsu…"
"I'm not all that hungry anyway," Kuroko smiled. "And I got a present from my class."
He opened the box on the table to reveal something that vaguely resembled a cake.
Aomine chuckled. "Is that even edible?"
"How mean," Kuroko huffed. "My kindergartners tried very hard today. I know it's edible because I helped them make it."
"Sorry," Aomine reached out and ruffled the light blue hair. "Happy birthday, Tetsu."
"Thank you," Kuroko said calmly, taking a fork and eating a small bite. Aomine's hungry gaze ate up the sight of Kuroko's light pink tongue flicking out and licking away the frosting that lingered near equally pink lips. With some effort, he tore his attention away to the ceiling because he found that to be the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen.
"Ano, Aomine-kun…"
Aomine swallowed hard and managed to look at Kuroko directly. "What is it?"
"Can I call you by your first name?"
He blinked, taken aback. Sometimes, he didn't understand Kuroko at all. He wasn't expressionless but it was hard to read him, even now after about eight years of living together. This was sudden even for Kuroko, who was usually unpredictable.
"Sure. I call you by a nickname anyway."
Silence. Then-
"Dai…suki."
What…?!
The larger male choked, unable to breathe, and coughed. There was no way he could have heard right. He shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck in agitation. He was getting so desperate he was hearing things.
"…no good, huh…"
He looked up to see Kuroko's wide, shockingly melancholy eyes. "O-Oi, Tetsu, what's wrong?"
"…I like you…"
"Don't make that face, Tetsu…" Aomine muttered, grabbing the slender male none too gently before taking him into his arms and holding him close. He was hearing things, he was hearing things, he was hearing things! "Just tell me why you're upset already."
"Why are you hugging me? I'm not upset, I told you already…"
Aomine didn't know how to answer, so he merely held him tighter.
"I like you," Kuroko repeated.
Adam's apple bobbing in agitation, Aomine tilted Kuroko's face upwards. There was no sign of a joke, all seriousness in the light blue eyes. He leaned in slowly, waiting for Kuroko to step away.
But Kuroko didn't. So Aomine kissed him.
[~ * ~]
Kuroko's heart clenched painfully inside his chest as Aomine's lips pressed against his gently, more softly than he could have possibly expected. His pulse raced, just as it had when he thought Aomine might have hurt himself in the kitchen.
Ever since their time at Teiko, he'd had a crush on Aomine, the boy, the light that he was determined to support as the shadow. And yet, they had separated during their high school years, meeting each other only as rivals. Kuroko had thought that that signaled the end of their friendship, that they would just grow farther and farther apart until they were nothing but mere acquaintances.
Then, somehow, they had ended up at the same university.
Kuroko had been a prospective scholarship recipient but that had gone to a certain tanned male. In the room where the school's board made their decision, they had looked at each other, surprised. And then he'd moved in with Aomine who offered to pay the rent, so to speak.
It was nice, getting to be this close to the one you loved but, at the same time, Kuroko felt pain every time Aomine returned at night smelling of this perfume and that perfume. He hadn't been able to understand it. Could he possibly want Aomine to do those sorts of things with him too? He knew Aomine was like any other hot-blooded male that needed to relieve his needs-
But who was he kidding? Aomine could just like having sex freely around campus. It wasn't as though he had a shortage of girls that admired his muscular, well-toned, athletic body.
It had hurt so much to love him, to stay quiet about his feelings…
Especially when Aomine had disappeared for days on his birthday several years ago, only to return looking like he'd drowned himself in sex. And Kuroko had had to hide his feelings then too, not able to do anything other than reprimand him.
What was this, then?
"Tetsu…" Aomine whispered, pulling away with a stoic expression as though he was trying to hold himself back from something.
"Daiki-kun…" Kuroko said slowly, trying to get used to saying his first name. Then, with a burst of adrenaline and surprising courage, he tugged on Aomine's hand and walked into the tanned male's bedroom. After all, Aomine had a larger bed because of his superior height.
The thought made him blush.
"Oi, Tetsu…don't tell me…" Aomine muttered. Kuroko couldn't turn around to see his expression, otherwise he'd die of embarrassment.
Kuroko sat quietly on the bed first, quivering fingers lowering to the hem of his shirt. "I want to."
"You look scared," Aomine commented and Kuroko made a face.
"Maybe because this is my first time…I heard from Kise-kun that it hurts-"
"Kise?! You talk to him about this kind of stuff?" Aomine demanded, flabbergasted.
"He likes to talk about it," Kuroko shrugged. "Though in all honesty, I don't want to hear about his…adventures with Kasamatsu-senpai."
"Well, this is my first too. First with someone I like and first with a guy," Aomine said, stripping off his shirt before Kuroko had the chance to say anything.
His mouth went dry.
Muscles rippled with every little motion, abs incredibly well-defined, shoulders broad. Numerous scars marred his otherwise smooth, tanned skin. Kuroko couldn't help but stare, his eyes riveted to the overwhelmingly masculine body.
"I'm…uh…sorry if you think my body is disgusting or whatever. I know I have a ton of scars but that's just from the police work-"
Kuroko shook his head vehemently. "Your body is…beautiful."
"Tch, whatever," Aomine replied caustically, but his cheeks turned pink. He got on the bed as well and put his arms around him. He kissed the side of Kuroko's throat gently.
Both of them were shaking.
"Damn…I'm nervous," Aomine said bluntly, chuckling. "I haven't felt like this since middle school."
A warm hand slid up underneath Kuroko's shirt and he shivered. "Daiki-kun…"
And just like that his shirt was gone.
"Um…" Kuroko was mortified. He knew Aomine preferred, well, voluptuous girls and as a guy, Kuroko was the exact opposite. How would Aomine even be turned on by such a body?
"You're white."
Surprised at the unexpected words, Kuroko couldn't help but laugh. "I know that. And you're dark."
"And here…" Aomine smirked, flicking and pinching a nipple between talented fingers. "You're pink."
Kuroko bit back a moan. "Aomine-kun…I'm just a guy. I don't have b-breasts or anything-"
Aomine sighed. "Of course you don't. I know you're a guy. Doesn't mean it has to make sense for me to like you. I still don't get it and I don't think I will. It just has to be you."
"You're embarrassing," Kuroko said flatly, turning his face so Aomine couldn't see the heat rising in his cheeks. "But you…you really like me back…"
"Yeah. I do."
Before Kuroko could say anything else, Aomine took off the rest of their clothing until they were completely naked.
Too fast!
But then, Aomine pulled the blanket over them both and he caged Kuroko against the mattress with his own body.
"Damn, I don't think I'm going to be able to hold back, Tetsu," Aomine winced, as their erections brushed each other. Kuroko's eyes widened.
Aomine was huge, thick, long. There was no way this wasn't going to hurt. And Kuroko was still embarrassed about his body, pale and weak. He couldn't stop thinking about how he was the exact opposite of Aomine's ideal. And yet they were still here, together, like this.
Just then, he felt Aomine's lips against his forehead, right between his eyebrows.
"Stop frowning," Aomine demanded, before completely assaulting Kuroko's senses with his touch, which seemed to be everywhere. His chest, his thighs, his arms, every place was being tortured by Aomine's large, rough hands.
Kuroko couldn't believe this was happening.
Aomine kissed him for real this time, nothing like the first. He kissed as though he wanted to devour Kuroko, tongue delving deep into Kuroko's mouth and tangling with his tongue, firm lips fusing with his own. Then, a hand wrapped around Kuroko's arousal and he jerked his hips upwards, unable to stop himself.
"You're already leaking," Aomine chuckled, the husky rumble of sound making Kuroko shudder.
"I've never done this before. I'm not used to having people touch me," Kuroko protested, only to have Aomine grin in what could only be called a malicious way.
"Then I'll be the first…and your last," he smirked.
"You're cheesy."
"Shut up," Aomine growled, pulling away from the cocoon for a brief moment just to grab the bottle of lube from the little drawer next to his bed. He'd kept this just in case something like this would happen, though it had only been a fantasy of his for the last few years.
Without much of a warning, Aomine squirted the lube straight into Kuroko's entrance and the smaller male twitched from the strange sensation. It was shameful, embarrassing.
"W-What…"
Aomine thrust in a finger and Kuroko's eyes filled with tears. It wasn't as though it was particularly painful, but he was mortified and a little scared. They were going faster than he could have expected but then again, Aomine was like that, headstrong and going at his own pace.
Kuroko trusted him absolutely. He would let Aomine decide everything…
This time.
"I've never had sex without a condom on," Aomine murmured. "But today…do you think I could just…"
Kuroko nodded, knowing exactly what he was saying. No barrier.
Aomine crooked his finger and rubbed against a spot that made Kuroko scream.
"Oh, right here…" Aomine muttered, face filled with satisfaction. Then he sobered. "If it hurts, you need to tell me."
"It doesn't…" Kuroko said, only to feel a second finger push inwards and he instinctively reached out and held the larger male closer to him. "Aomine-kun…"
"Fuck, you're hot…" Aomine fought his own urge to just bury himself inside Kuroko's wet depths already.
Kuroko was being stretched, fingers scissoring inside him and mercilessly abusing that sweet spot.
"I'm going to…"
"Come," Aomine smirked. "That's fine. I'll just make you come over and over again."
"Nnghhhh- ahhhh!" Kuroko cried out as the sensations were too much for him to hold back. Aomine grasped his cock at the last second and pumped, feeling Kuroko's thick, white essence in his hand as it throbbed with release.
"You came. A lot," Aomine said, feeling a bit awed at the sight. Damn, he felt like a freaking virgin.
"Are you sure…you're okay with my body the way it is…?" Kuroko asked, panting from lack of air, as though he'd run a marathon.
"How do you feel about mine?" Aomine shrugged. "I like you the way you are."
"But I've always liked you, knowing you were a guy. You're my ideal type. I know I'm not yours," Kuroko said matter-of-factly.
Aomine, instead of responding with words, thrust in a third finger and Kuroko gasped.
"Aomine-kun!"
"Stop talking, Tetsu…And don't get so worried. You're fine. It doesn't matter that you're a guy or that you don't have boobs." Aomine stretched Kuroko as much as he possibly could and Kuroko shook in his arms. "I'm…putting it in…"
It…hurt.
Tears leaked out of tightly closed eyes and Aomine winced.
So…tight.
"Hold on…" Aomine murmured, pushing slowly inside until he was finally buried balls deep into Kuroko's heat. "Tetsu…you okay?"
"W-Wait, please…" Kuroko choked out, feeling like he was being filled to the brim, unable to process anything. He was finally doing this with the one person he loved most. "I…I…really love you."
Aomine groaned, pulling out and thrusting back in. Kuroko gasped, pain balancing this newfound pleasure as the larger male slammed against that sensitive area.
"Aomine-kun!" Kuroko screamed.
"You're still not used to calling me by my name, huh…" Aomine smiled, glad that Kuroko wasn't just in pain anymore. He'd make this good for him.
"Nnnnghhhh! Ahhhhh, A-Aomine-kun…"
Aomine stared down at the writhing, sexy male beneath him, eyes softening. This was how it was supposed to be. It felt right, as though Kuroko was filling the hollowness that he had been carrying with him all this time. Only Kuroko.
But, shit, even for him it had been too long.
"Tetsu…"
"A-Aomine-kun, I…"
The tanned male set a faster pace than before, the wet sounds of their lovemaking making both of them blush a little.
And then, Kuroko got the hang of it, moving his hips in rhythm with Aomine. When Aomine slammed into him, Kuroko clenched around his thick length, back arching in pleasure.
It was too much.
Both of them came at the same time, Aomine climaxing hard within Kuroko, grinding against the smaller male, shooting his cum deeply inside as though he could pour out his feelings and everything into him. Kuroko screamed again, his nails raking across the wide expanse of Aomine's back. They shuddered against each other, pulsing and breathing hard.
"You…okay?"
"I'm fine…" Kuroko chuckled softly, breathless. "You asked me that a lot today…"
Aomine plopped down, exhausted. "I know."
"I…can't breathe…" Kuroko gasped. With a grin, the tanned male turned to his side and spooned up against Kuroko, not pulling out. How was it that Aomine was still hard? He didn't want to think about it. Yet, it wasn't like he could ignore the sensation of having something so large inside his ass.
"Happy birthday, Tetsu."
"Thank you…" Kuroko yawned.
"I love you…"
Kuroko's eyes widened. "D-Daiki…kun?"
Snore.
A smile danced around his lips before he also fell asleep, exhausted.
