I Didn't Know What To Say, I Didn't Want It To Hurt In Any Way

Author's Notes: hi beck fandom.... i offer this to u.... i will be back one day with problematic things, i apologize u_u

Nerves were one hell of a bitch, Maho learned.

After BECK came back from their American Tour, Maho arranged a small welcome back party for the band and their friends. The slideshow and stories everyone told weren’t as interesting to the girl, at least, not unless it was Koyuki telling her in private in the tiny, too-small bed at his parents’ place. She practically dragged the guy home after the party wrapped up. He flipped through his personal copies of the photos the group took, whispering just loud enough to tickle her heated skin but not for his parents to hear in the next room, and the space between them grew even smaller and smaller.

As his pretty eyelashes dusted against her cheekbone, Maho couldn’t take it anymore.

She kissed him.

Shy, chaste kisses melted into messy, heated ones between whispered ‘I missed you’s. Clumsy yet incredibly eager hands roamed over and eventually under clothes. Koyuki couldn’t help but murmur apologies and constant questions about whether he was hurting her, if what he was doing was okay, and if she wanted him to stop.

Maho didn’t want him to stop.

Not even when she got her hands under his surprisingly tight jeans and discovered something incredible about him.

“Holy shit, Koyuki,” she gasped. Her hand struggled to squeeze around the fat monster in his boxer briefs. How the fuck did she miss this when they skinny-dipped together?! “Guess you ate good in America.”

Even under the low light of the dark room, she could see the bright pink that painted itself across his cheeks. “I... ah...”

She silenced him with a kiss. Soft, sweet, and burning hot with the heat of the distant stars twinkling in the polluted sky above them. Needily, she suckled on his bottom lip while her hand continued to stroke him off. He steadily grew harder in her grasp.

“Do... do you really wanna...?” Koyuki asked.

“Yes,” Maho said, maybe with a little too much finality.

Pants were pulled off and thrown into random corners of the room. Her panties dangled off her thigh as she sat on his lap. His cock throbbed in the open air. Eager and seemingly ready to go... until it wasn’t. In the time that it took for Maho to stumble off the bed, dig through Koyuki’s pants to find yet another condom slipped in by her brother—something she’d deck him for after thanking him—and come back... Koyuki was soft.

“S-sorry! I...” He stammered, quickly stroking himself off in front of her. His soft cock flopped around uselessly on his thighs. He swallowed thickly. She watched the sweat on his brow shimmer as it rolled down his face. “I’m not used to... Y’know.”

Chuckling, Maho crawled onto his lap and stroked whatever Koyuki didn’t. “It’s fine. I... I kinda get it.”

It was also a bitch to take off her shirt and bra with one hand as the other was busy stroking her sort-of-boyfriend off. Sighing, she gave up on her bra and settled for pushing down the cups to reveal her nipples. It definitely wasn’t the first time they had seen each other naked, but this was different. This would lead somewhere. She was ready. He was ready. They were ready.

Koyuki gaped at the sight of her mostly bare breasts. His cock smacked her stomach, reaching just past her belly button, and had her world spinning around her at the realization that yeah, she was going to take this fucking thing. Swallowing, she ripped the condom package open and stretched it around his drooling cock. Precum oozed from his uncut tip and into the tiny space of the condom. She swallowed again. He shuddered under the tight embrace of the latex sheath that felt as if it was going to rip at any moment from the stress.

Eventually, it rolled down to the base, just barely making it.

Maho let go of the breath she didn’t know she was holding. Then, she raised her hips and struggled to stay steady as Koyuki lined himself up with her twitching entrance.

“Are you really okay with this?” he whispered.

She dropped herself onto his tip.

Or tried to anyway.

The blunt tip kissed her slit before sliding off to the side.

So, they tried again. And again. And again.

Eventually, Koyuki sank inside of her, and she felt like she was going to split apart. Gasping, she reached for his hands and gripped them tight. Her nails drove into the backs of his hands, making him wince, but he didn’t dare to complain. Not when she felt so tight and hot and maybe, possibly, a little too much around him. He hissed. He sat up and held her close.

“I’m not... hurting you, am I?” he asked.

“It’s... it’s fine,” she breathed. “Just... just a lot. It’s fine. We... we’ll go slow.”

Koyuki nodded as he looked at her with those big, brown eyes that saw into her heart. Cradling his face, she leaned in and kissed him once she reached the base of his cock.

He held her tighter.

Eventually, the burn and stretch of discomfort melted away into a pressure that couldn’t be explained. Maho pecked Koyuki on the lips one more time before starting to rise and drop onto his dick again. He throbbed heavily against her walls. Clumsy yet incredibly hot, they continued to move and kiss and stammer out words that maybe they weren’t quite ready to say yet, but it felt so incredibly right in that heated moment.

“Maho...” Her name was like a prayer on Koyuki’s lips. His grip on her now wild hips tightened. “Maho, Maho, Maho, Maho—”

Her ears burned from how hard she was blushing. She felt like she was flying and crashing at once. Sweet, delicious friction burned between her trembling thighs.

Then it all came to a shaky end.

His cock throbbed against her walls before shrinking inside of her. He gasped. Cum ballooned in the tip of the condom and threatened to roll down his shaft.

Maho groaned, feeling slightly unfulfilled but full of light all the same. She collapsed on top of his chest. The sound of his heart drumming against his chest like one of Saku’s solos lulled her into a sense of peace that she knew she’d experience again.

Maybe in a few minutes from now, only this time, it’d be bigger.

Koyuki didn’t make her cum, after all.