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🎶 ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.

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↳ — Pairing: Midorima Shintarou x Black Fem Reader

↳ — Genre: Friends w/ benefits to lover

↳ — Content: Smut, Oral sex, (female receiving), mention of fellatio. If I miss anything please let me know.

↳ — Wordcount: 2k

↳ — Notes: Honestly this is my first time writing a character x reader and the first time in a while since I’ve wrote any smut soooo hopefully I did this some justice. Also no description just something I came up with while listening to SZA. Enjoy!

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“Y/N open the door” Midorima yelled as he continued to knock on the door, it was now going on week three since the last time you and Midorima had spoken to one another, and it was killing him how much you were ignoring him. he took it upon himself to ask you face to face. And now here he stood at your front door, not receiving a response from you he shook his head as he release a deep sighed. He had a feeling that you were upset with him but he wasn’t sure why thought. Seeing as how you wasn’t responding to any of his texts and calls he had made the decision to come over and talk to you in person of course you never came to the front door so what choice did he have but to give up and go back home. When leaving he heard the sound of the lock click indicating that someone had came to the door, turning around he was met by you.

Only having the door cracked just enough for you to peek out, being met with the male’s light green eyes, you gave him the meanest glare you could muster “are you going to continue to stand there and glare at me like a serial killer or are you going to let me in so we can talk like adults?” Rolling your eyes you opened the door wider signaling for the green hair male to come in as you made your way towards the kitchen. Walking around the island you crossed your arms over your chest giving the male your undivided attention.

Walking inside Midorima made sure that the door was shut before following you into the kitchen. Standing on the opposite of the island he huffed “what is it that I did this time?” he asked placing his hands on top of the marble island. “It what you don’t fucking do that’s the problem!” you shouted allowing your shoulders drop as you release a deep breath. This wasn’t the first time this topic was brought up between the two of you, you would complain how he never showed you any affections out in public or even acknowledge you as his girlfriend, he would tell you that he would work on it and tell you sweet nothings such as you’re the best thing that has happened in his life and that he was going to do better.

But his actions never lived up to his words, and then the cycle would continue to repeat itself over again and again and at this point you were tried of going through this. “You’re always telling him that you would show affection towards me when we’re out and yet last night at Kise party you act like I didn’t even exist! It’s like we’re back to being fuck buddies instead of girlfriend and boyfriend!” you complained, trying to keep your angry at bay “you’re contradicting as fuck! Maybe I should have gotten with Takao...better yet Akashi, I heard he’s still single” you smirked, reaching over to grab your phone “I hate you.”

Midorima didn’t say anything, he wasn’t dumb, not by a long shot he already knew what the problem was and instead of saying anything he allowed you this time to complain and let everything out but what he wasn’t expecting is for you to threaten hooking up with his best friend, or his former Teiko teammate especially Akashi, he knew you were taunting him, knowing the secret rivalry he held with the red hair, so the thought of you getting together Akashi with brought rage to the male and made him feel that disrespected. As if he would ever let you go that easily, the audacity of you challenging him ignited some sort of spark that he hadn’t felt before but also he didn’t mind the feeling.

Making his way around the island, grabbing your phone and throwing it against the wall causing it to break into pieces “my fucking phone!” you yelled, watching as the pieces fell to the ground. “Should have never disrespected me” he countered, as he towered over your small frame. Cocking your head back as you look the male up and down “disrespected you?! If anyone is being disrespected it’s me! All because your scary ass don’t wanna claim me in public!” you spoke with loads of attitude lace in your voice. Sending you a glare “I’ll buy you a new one” he responded, swiftly grabbing a hold of your neck tighten his grip as he pulls you closer towards him. So close that you could feel the warmth of his breath against your neck, prompting goosebumps to rise along your skin. Leaning closer “I’m gonna fuck that attitude of you” he whispered before dropping his hand and stepping back “strip” he commanded.

Watching intently as you removed your clothing, soon revealing your entire bare body in his sight, Midorima smirked affectionately, admiring every detail of your curvaceous frame. Without words, he placed his hands on your waist, soon picking you up and placing up on the edge of the counter. Releasing you once you were securely set, Midorima lowered himself in front of you bringing both of your thighs over his shoulders and softly beginning to plant soft kisses that led up to your inner thighs, stopping once he reached your center. Taking a moment to bask in the beauty of your puckered lower duo, the male soon release his tongue from the confinement of his mouth just to part your lower lips, fist beginning to shower your peeking clitoris with affection by softly flicking his tongue over it, then swirling it around the swollen nub and finally capturing it between his lips as they suctioned it into his mouth.

Your soft verbal release of pleasure only frustrated the male as he continued to softly tend to her now throbbing clitoris. He wanted to hear more than that, and you knew it. Immediately switching gears, he gently captured your clit between his teeth, lightly tugging on it as he began to pull away, finally releasing it after a few seconds. His focus was then turned towards her awaiting core, which he immediately dove into with his tongue. Easing the slender muscle within your wetness, the male gradually began to work up a steady pace of penetration in and out of your sex, making an effort to force his tongue further than before with each entrance into your core.

As the minutes began to pass, his pace began to speed up, soon darting his tongue in and out of your tight hole, soon bringing his hand up towards your center and adding his middle finger to the mix. Without warning, he slid his finger into your soaked cunt, the excess amount of juices allowing for easy access as he added his finger alongside his tongue inside of your core, now simultaneously pumping them at the same pace into your cunt. However, he strategically began to curl his finger, forcing the tip to discover and massage areas of your cove that his tongue was unable to reach, hoping to intensify the amount of pleasure he could inflict upon you.

As you began to move your hips in sync with the furious movements of his tongue and finger, clearly displaying the pleasure you was feeling, Midorima then took it upon himself to swiftly remove his tongue and fingers from your now gaping hole, wanting to immediately fulfilling your request but wanting to first have some fun of his own. Standing to his feet, Midorima used his free hand to grab you by your hair, forcefully pulling you towards him and smashing his lips into yours, kissing you passionately, purposely easing his tongue into your mouth so you could get a taste of the meal you’d given him.

After a few moments, he broke the intense lip lock, pulling your head back. Gliding his index and middle finger up and down your sloppy slit, he gathered even more of your sticky nectar on his fingers before shoving them into your mouth to let you taste yourself once again. “Lick every bit of that off” he demanded, giving you the opportunity to remind of him of your fellatio skills but not before he drove his fingers a bit deeper into your mouth and hitting your gag reflex, causing you to gag, which sounded like music to his ears. “Fuck..as soon as you do as you’re told, I’ll fuck you like you want me to, do you understand?”

Watching you intently, Midorima dug his teeth into his lower lip, watching in amazement as you performed an imitation of fellatio on his fingers, causing the semi hardened member within his sweats to transition into a full hard on. Your unwavering eye contact with him as you continued only proved to intensify his sexual craving for you. Swiftly, he removed his fingers from your mouth and pushed your thighs open even more. Grabbing your wrist, pulling your hand away from your center “don’t touch unless I tell you to Y/N. You know better” he spoke sternly but calmly before pushing your han to the side and grabbing your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the counter just before releasing his protruding member from the confinement of his sweats. “if you want something to play with, here it is, princess.”

Leaning forward to surround him with your thick thighs, Midorima immediately grabbed a hold of them, looking down at you with a devilish grin. The male gave the illusion that he was taking her request into consideration. Swiftly pulling your lower half towards him, easily gliding his hardened length into the tightness of your dripping sex, replacing one of his hands that formerly gripped your thigh to firmly surround your slender neck, gazing intently into your eyes. Not only was the risk of engaging in such sexual acts on your kitchen counter turning Midorima on, but the fact that he’d penetrated your wetness with a lack of a condom.

Normally, he might have thought twice about going raw. However, his sexual craving for you was too unbearable for him not to take the risk. Slowly working up his own rhythm and a steady pace, Midorima glided his throbbing member in and out of your soaked cunt, occasionally breaking eye contact with you to admire the excess amount of your juices that had already coated his shaft just in the matter of a few minutes. “Fuck, I missed this pussy.” He muttered in between strokes, taking his bottom lip between his teeth soon after his comment.

The mixed sound of your soft moans and the screech of your nails as they dragged along the marble countertops only maximized the sexual appetite that built for you just within the span of the few hours they’d been reunited. With each forward thrust of his hips, Midorima attempted to submerge his throbbing rod even further into the depths of your sea, hoping to immediately come into contact with the most vulnerable spot that resided inside of you, knowing that it would push you to your limit if he hit it. However, your orgasm was not something he'd expected for a bit longer, and definitely not without his permission.

As he continued to penetrate your wetness, he noticed your own self indulgence as you fondled your clitoris, bringing his attention instead to your movements. "What did I tell you-" He barely finished his sentence before he grabbed your hand, removing his other hand from its hold around your neck so he could grab your other one as well, pushing you backwards so that your back rested against the cold marble, pinning you down onto the surface by your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours. His eyes now had no other choice but to meet with yours as he hovered over you, pumping his thickened cock in and out of your pussy, admiring the echoing smacking sound that their skin made with each impact. "It missed me, huh? Fuckin' better have. Swear I love this tight little pussy of yours, princess." He muttered as he stared into your eyes, allowing the roughness and speed of his strokes to grow with time, extending deeper within your core as he did so.

The sudden affection that you showed his jawline caught Midorima off guard as he continued his meticulous venture into the depths of your tightness, drawing a low grunt from his mouth before he allowed the grunt to transition into a full on groan of pleasure once he felt your walls tighten around his throbbing member, signaling to him that your orgasm was nearing faster than he had anticipated. The knowledge of the fact only motivated him to further expedite speed, intensity and depth of his strokes as you trembled beneath him, your lust enveloped words causing a wide smirk to form on his face. He loved to hear your verbal responses during their passionate escapades, which only served to build his sexual craving for you tenfold.

Noticing your body physically responding to his actions as well, he released his hold on your hands, allowing them access to roam as they pleased. However, never breaking eye contact with you, he replaced his hands around your neck, barely gripping it but giving off the gentle choking sensation as he repeatedly drove his rod into your wetness, which caused your excess juices to ricochet along his lower half. "Ah, fuck.." He muttered almost unconsciously as he allowed himself to indulge in the pleasure that he too was receiving from their interlocking of limbs. Knowing that you would be reaching your peak soon, Midorima mentally prepared himself for the climax that would soon hit him as well. He contemplated whether or not he should pull out once it had hit or not, hoping to receive some sort of confirmation from you on what he should do.

Your moans of pleasure aided by your verbal response soon gave Midorima all of the confirmation that he'd needed to release his load into the raw insides of your wetness. However, he knew that your orgasm was his main priority to attend to. As your walls tightened around his rod, he was soon alerted that your climax was to hit just as soon as his own, taking it as motivation to increase the speed, depth and intensity of his thrusts even more, this time beyond any measure he'd ever done, mercilessly plowing into your throbbing walls. Tightening his hold just slightly around your neck, he leaned down, staring intently into your eyes before speaking out the words that would release them both from the large build up of sexual desire that had grown in each of their groins. "Cum for daddy." He demanded, accenting each word he spoke with a forward jerk of his hips, forcing the bulbous head of his member to repeatedly penetrate your most sensitive spot, knowing it would push you over the edge.

Once you finally released all that had gradually built up inside of you, the combination of your pleasured exclamations, immense tightening of your walls, trembling limbs and overflow of juices finally sent Midorima over the edge as well. As you rode out your intense orgasm, his finally had hit, causing him to release your neck and place each of his hands on their side of your head, pressing his palms against the marble countertops, his eyes habitually shutting as he jaw tightened, a tingling sensation building within his sac then suddenly being released deep within your raw core. Midorima was careless at this point. He wanted you to feel all that he had to offer deep within you, and that meant the endless streams of semen that oozed into your wetness with each forward thrust of his hips. A guttural grunt echoed from deep within his throat as he too rode out his climax, your squirting juices only proving to further intensify his climax. Placing his forehead against yours as you both try to steady your breathing. Looking up into your eyes “do you still hate me?” he asked, giving you his signature smirk.

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striveattemptfail · 1 year

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And all I see is you (because you're near me) | MidoTaka, G, 1.7k

Summary: Ironically, he was looking forward to his shift on New Year’s Eve. He wouldn’t have to deal with the chaos of the New Year crowds. Barring an emergency, he knew he had no surgeries planned for midnight, and was likely going to ring in the New Year in his office, writing away at medical reports... His partner, predictably, had taken the day off after working tirelessly for weeks to put in enough hours so that it would be near impossible to call him in. When Shintarou explained his New Year plans, Kazunari (also predictably) whined at him. Read on Ao3

A/N: For the @knbexchange. Takes place post-canon, well into adulthood when Midorima is a surgeon and Takao is a nurse. The two got together in high school and have stayed together ever since.

A late gift because Midorima wanted to be stubborn. I hope you enjoy it anyway, @just-a-re-blog~!

Title from Thank You by Dido. Thank you to @imaginarydragonling for the speedy beta and being so understanding<3 Any other mistakes are mine.

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Shintarou was not working late that night—a miracle of miracles. The hospital tended to either fill up because of the holiday season with increased traffic and flu spread, or (though rather rarely) die down considerably because people simply wanted to be out and about or at home celebrating. This year, somehow, it ended up being the latter. So, he left for home after his 1.5 days shift at just before three in the afternoon, saying a gruff goodbye to his colleagues and slipping his jacket on before leaving.

He glared once he exited the hospital doors—it was pouring rain. Not quite a thunderstorm, but heavy rainfall nonetheless. Opening his umbrella, he silently thanked his past self for having the foresight to always have one on hand.

The train ride back to his apartment was dreary. Despite the relative calm at the hospital, the trains were still busy as ever. This was compounded by the fact that the weather was gloomier than normal. The snowfall from Christmas was already being washed away by the unexpected rainfall. It simply made everything slushy, the once beautiful piles of snow now darkened with mucky rainwater and muddy footsteps.

Not that Shintarou really bothered to notice such trivial things in his day-to-day life unless Oha-Asa said so. Today, Cancer ranked 6th place—while not ideal, still much better than the latter half of the chart beneath his standing.

Still, despite his mediocre ranking, he did think the day could have been helped with some sunshine, or at least a little less rain to trudge through on his commute home.

Of course, all this was despite the bright and cheery music and decorations surrounding him. It was the liminal period between Christmas and New Year, and though the Christmas ornaments had quickly been taken down, there were already festival lights and decorations hung up in its place.

Ironically, he was looking forward to his shift on New Year’s Eve. He wouldn’t have to deal with the chaos of the New Year crowds. Barring an emergency, he knew he had no surgeries planned for midnight, and was likely going to ring in the New Year in his office, writing away at medical reports.

He continued thinking about the New Year’s Eve ahead as he stepped off his first train and onto the platform. Making his way through station corridors, he eventually found his way to the bus stop for his final ride home.

Eventually his mind wandered to what Kazunari would be celebrating the New Year. His partner, predictably, had taken the day off after working tirelessly for weeks to put in enough hours so that it would be near impossible to call him in. When Shintarou explained his New Year plans, Kazunari (also predictably) whined at him.

“Such a spoilsport, Shin-chan!” he groaned.

“For what? Being reasonable and avoiding hellish crowds of people?” Shintarou had retorted.

Kazunari rolled his eyes. “We’re supposed to be partners.” Just as Shintarou was going to ask what their relationship had to do with New Year’s Eve, he continued, “It would be nice to spend a holiday together, you know?”

Now Shintarou rolled his eyes. “We already spend many holidays together, and we’re also planning to go to the shrine the next day. What’s one New Year’s Eve?”

Kazunari sighed, grumbling something under his breath that Shintarou couldn’t catch, and dropped the conversation.

But Shintarou had grown up since high school, had learned how to read his boyfriend’s moods and attitudes over the years. It took him a brief moment to realize that Kazunari likely wanted to have a romantic evening together, regardless if they participated in the hectic celebrations or not.

It was, after all, their first year living together. It unfortunately occurred to him a bit too late that the milestone was usually an important one for couples.

He had yet to figure out how to make up for disappointing his partner. He spoke to Kazunari shortly after their discussion, and promptly bought a lavish Christmas present to aid his attempts at mending his lack of forethought. His boyfriend did very much enjoy the new jacket and basketball jersey Shintarou had splurged on for him.

He thought about this when he finally stepped off the bus, re-opening his umbrella and dragging his shoes through muddy slush once more as he made his way to his and Kazunari’s apartment.

(They lived two floors below the penthouse, which Shintarou could have easily afforded on his own with his salary, but Kazunari insisted they split the rent, and they compromised with their current apartment. His partner could be so picky sometimes, though Shintarou knew that was hypocritical coming from himself.)

As he made his way down the block and into the building, Shintarou wondered how he could make up for the faux pas regarding his shift. He still knew that he had to do more than give his boyfriend (admittedly expensive) gifts.

He was so deep in thought he barely registered that he had finally made it home, punching in the code at the door out of habit and opening it with a frown.

He was finally pulled out of his reverie when Kazunari spoke.

“Welcome home, Shin-cha—hey, are you okay?” His partner appeared before him with a towel in hand, a concerned look growing on his face.

“Eh?” Shintarou finally looked around him; he was standing in the genkan, shaking his umbrella. He shook his head—both as an answer and to clear his mind. “No, I’m fine.”

Kazunari simply furrowed his brows even more, not quite believing his hasty answer. Fair, because as Shintarou had learned so much about Kazunari, Kazunari learned just as much in return.

“I’m fine, in fact,” he repeated. Mustering up the smallest of smiles, he finally greeted, “I’m home.”

At that, Kazunari softened. “Welcome back.”

Shintarou toed off his shoes, sniffing the air, pleased to notice the delightfully sweet scent permeating the apartment.

“Are you cooking something?” he asked, setting his umbrella and work bag aside and sliding out of his winter gear. “It smells pleasant.”

“Mhm!” Takao answered, passing the towel to him before walking towards the kitchen. “I’m making hot chocolate right now and warming up some pancakes I bought earlier.”

Shintarou followed him into their home as he dried himself off, surveying the spread. On the table were two fat pancakes drizzled in syrup from a local bakery, already out of their take-out container and served on a plate. A pot on the stove was indeed boiling something brown and decadent. Shintarou pursed his lips as Kazunari brought down matching mugs from the cabinet but didn’t make any comment. He always thought couples items were tacky, but they made Kazunari happy, so he kept any remarks he had to himself, quietly stirring the pot and smelling the sweet aroma of chocolate.

“I decided to skip the instant stuff,” Kazunari explained. “Since I got the fancy pancakes, we can have a nice afternoon together before I start on dinner.”

Shintarou was pleasantly surprised, but nodded nonetheless. He wasn’t going to say no to spending some quiet downtime with his boyfriend.

And, indeed, they spent the hours before nightfall splitting one of the pancakes Kazunari had bought. Though Shintarou remarked (grumbled) that the sweets would ruin their appetite, he still went along with his boyfriend’s plan. They were only able to finish one pancake, planning to save the second one for dessert or as part of breakfast tomorrow. They sipped their hot chocolate in between casual discussions about their friends, basketball, whether their schedules would sync up once Kazunari’s holiday ended. The rain outside eventually calmed down from a pouring shower to a soft drizzle, the tapping sound of raindrops a soothing noise amidst their quiet conversation at the table.

This, he eventually realized—the quiet, the domesticity, the literal sweetness of the chocolate on his lips—was all that Kazunari wanted to welcome the New Year together.

So Shintarou had to ask: “Is this to make up for the fact that I’m working on New Year’s?”

This startled Kazunari (which was understandable, since he was gossiping about his coworkers’ love lives just a moment ago), but after a moment he sheepishly admitted, “Yeah.”

Shintarou nodded, narrowing his gaze down to the near-empty mug of hot chocolate in his hands.

“I see.”

Looking up once more, he could tell that Kazunari was trying to hide his uneasiness, so Shintarou reached forward, clasping their hands together. His partner accepted, fingers clutching him gently.

“I’m still sorry that I am working that night, and that I didn’t understand why it was so important to you at first,” Shintarou admitted, “and, in fact, I apologize that you set this up for us. I believe I should have been the one to do it, since it was my error.”

“No, Shin-chan, it’s fine—”

“It isn’t,” he interrupted calmly, but firmly, “so I appreciate that you have prepared this nonetheless.”

Kazunari stared at him with a tender expression. His smile was small but visible, his eyes soft, brimming with what Shintarou assumed was a combination of surprise, pride, and affection.

His cheeks burned at the observation. He darted his eyes away before he did something embarrassing like blurt out “I love you” the way he did when he confessed his crush on his basketball partner all those years ago in high school.

Finally, an idea popped in his head.

Clearing his throat, he said, “I cannot move my shift, but I may be able to change my schedule so we can have a few days together after our first shrine visit.”

Meeting Kazunari’s eyes once more, he was pleased to find his partner too stunned to speak.

“Are you sure, Shin-chan?” he asked, but Shintarou could so easily hear the hope in his voice. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to.” He kept his gaze steady on Kazunari’s. “It is the least I can do, especially since you’ve already done this—” he gestured at the pancakes and hot chocolate, “—for us today.”

His partner’s wide grin was worth his monotonous days at work, every glum step towards home. Despite the weather, despite his mistakes, there was nothing more Shintarou could possibly need than this moment with Kazunari.

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BONUS: Midorima plans a trip to a hotspring about a week after New Year’s. He and Takao talk some more, take silly photos and bitch about said photos, and just enjoy themselves. Somehow, they also find a public basketball court and shoot a couple of hoops. Overall, 10/10 would do again. (“Hopefully next time on an actual holiday, Shin-chan.” “Shut up, nodayo.”)

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