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Synopsis: Senku takes a gamble with his remaining $5.
Warning! Stream Includes: Camgirl reader, female masturbation, male masturbation, mentions of sex machine, squirting, improper use of lab equipment, dirty talk, JOI (Jerk-off-instructions), possibly more???
If anyone were to walk in on Senku in this mortifying state, he'd have no choice but to air out the room with sulfuric acid to leave no witnesses.
The state of his bedroom was pathetic, with his clothes scattered across the unkempt floor, with papers and textbooks stacked on top of each other—an injury that will call out to his bony ankles in the morning when he forgets it's there. Cups of old, already-eaten ramen noodles line up against his desk and are piled into the uselessly small trash can, which is overflowing with wads of tissues. A stench lingers in the air, one that Senku knows shamelessly belongs to the crumpled tissues soaking in his cum.
But the possibility that the state of his room would be exposed isn't why Senku would be willing to use his knowledge of chemistry to create an explosion that would take out the surrounding area, including all evidence of this newfound degenerative hobby.
No. It's the state they'll find Senku in.
They'll find Senku like an elderly gambling addict, obsessed with slot machines. Except his pants will be down to his ankles, and his cock will be erect between his legs. He's pressed against the edge of his desk, eyes darting between his monitors, fingers twitching over his mouse, waiting for the right moment to give you the rest of his limited money. He's done the math; it would only cost him four nights without dinner. And that would be fine, especially since there was a chance of something greater tonight.
"Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhh god!" Your babbling voice quickly turns into a whiny, shrill. A plastic dildo pistons in and out of you as your hands clutch the ground below you.
Senku can hear how wet you are from the squelching of the dildo as it goes in and out of your pussy, with the rhythmic sounds of your wet skin slapping against it. He can hear it and can almost imagine the mess you're making—slick wet pussy spread for the perverts of the internet.
Senku imagines it, though with a single glance to the monitor on his left, he'd be able to see how wet you really are. But he can't. Not when he's running the numbers in his mind with every chime of a kiss being blown—your signature sound for token donations from your depraved fans.
Tonight was a different kind of stream, one he had to quickly clear out his afternoon for. Even canceling his plans with Chrome just so he'd be in time for your stream. The moment your stream started, you sat patiently in front of the camera, your drool-inducing tits calling for his eyes' attention.
You explained the rules for the stream and the prize that Senku so desperately wants to win. Your donation goal for the stream was the same, but the small bar at the top of the chat was gone. No indicator to show how much you've earned at any point during the stream. No indication to him or the rest of the perverts on when to donate their wallets to you to win the chance at a personal video chat with you.
"All you have to do is be the one to get us over our goal! Think you can handle that?"
It was simple, but how on earth would Senku know when to donate the measly $5 left in his bank account? His eyes haven't once moved from the chat box, opting to ignore your stream no matter how much he wants to rub one out to your body.
Despite the small bar gone, with no feasible idea where you were in terms of the set goal, the chat was still there. Each chime of a kiss sent a message in the chat about who donated and how much.
Gin47: I want it to go faster!!!!
+100 tokens
Gin47: Rub your clit pls!
+100 tokens
YOYO: WAP
+20 tokens
Ssaithon: You're so beautiful!
+1000 tokens
Since the start of the stream, he's ignored your lewd body, opting to listen to your moans and whines as music as he adds up every single donation that rapidly shoots in the chat. His eyes stay glued to the third monitor, where the chat is blown up, so he doesn't miss a single one, and awaits the optimal time to hand you his dinner.
Plap-kiss-plap-kiss-plap
He can hear the whirring of the machine fucking the toy inside of you, wet pussy taking a beating with every donation, designating the pace you'll be fucked.
"Keep going," you moan loudly, your whine telling Senku you're about to squirt for the third time—another marvelous sight he'll have to rewatch when you upload the recorded stream."Don't stop, keep fucking me good like that."
His cock twitches and throbs painfully when his ears perk up at the sound of your startled gasp. He can hear you choking on your own whines and cries, as the mic picks up the faintest sound of a stream. He can hear the liquid spilling onto the ground, trickling into the puddle that you had squirted earlier.
He wants nothing more than to stroke his cock, as you come undone. To match the rhythm of the machine with his hand, to pretend his cock was the one rearranging your insides. His cock twitches and aches more than it has ever before. It hurts, but he knows that the second his hand touches his cock, he'll lose his concentration, and the chance to have you to himself will be nothing more than a wet dream.
The anticipation is toe-curling. Numbers flashing across the screen as his mind and eyes work together to calculate it all, his finger hovering over the mouse while the other hand hovers in front of him in a nervous tic. His desk digs into his abdomen, eyes glued to the screen, tongue wetting his lip. Without even lifting a finger to touch his dick, beads of pre-cum spill from the tip. It oozes gracefully from the top and runs down the shaft. It was like deja vu to the night he discovered you—cumming without the need to stimulate his cock.
He was close, but so were you. You were less than a thousand tokens from your goal. Less than a thousand for the biggest gamble he's ever going to take. Hours of his time and $5 for a personal stream, or hours of his time down the drain, plus the hours he'd be fisting his cock to the recorded stream in a fit of rage and jealousy.
All it takes is an overzealous Gin47 to increase his usual donation rate from 100 to 1000 tokens and take it all before he has even a chance to do the math in his mind. Worst of all would be seeing Ssaithon appear with their erratic yet generous donations, accompanied by a pitiful, pathetic, paragraph-long message confessing their love to you.
The donations inch closer and closer, and his finger presses gently against his mouse, but not enough to finally pull the slot machine's lever quite yet.
Gin47: I wanna lick you clean!!!
+100 tokens
M07: Such a dirty girl!
+50 tokens
The numbers quickly add up, and before Senku has a moment to think twice, if he's got it right, his finger triggers the mouse.
MechaS:
+5 tokens
Mwah
The chime of a kiss floods Senku's ears. He knows it's prerecorded, given the hundreds of times it's played in this stream alone, and yet he can't help but let an awkward smile creep onto his face.
The kiss felt like it was meant for him. As if you had him in mind when you recorded it. His mind conjures the image of glossy lips—a sight that's familiar to him; the why isn't relevant, not when a glistening pussy is displayed on his screen.
Mwah
The breathy kiss shoots through the screen, to his heart, and straight down to his cock. His weeping dick, which he's neglected for hours, shoots his cum messily onto his lap. He's panting heavily, eyes darting to the monitor he's neglected. You're sitting there in a puddle of your own bodily fluids, thighs trembling, pussy dripping.
"Looks like we have a winner." Your voice, despite being tired and shaky, still sounds playful. You're leaning toward the camera, tits pressed once more closer to the screen, but your face is still conveniently hidden from the camera's angle.
He can hear you clicking at your mouse, and a suppressed laugh slips from your lips. A laugh his mind races to explain. Its familiarity is uncanny, causing an ache in his chest, and his lips tug into a familiar smile.
"Oh, my god…" you're in disbelief, failing to hold in your laughter, as you announce the winner.
Gin47: WHO!
Gin47: WHATTTT!!
M0Z: Hurry up and tell us.
Gin47: Please say it was me!!!
Ssaithon: FUck! You're so pretty. Like a goddess who blesses us with your body. Perfection…
"…with the grand total of 5 tokens donated," you can't hold back your giggles, snickering between every other word. "MechaS…"
Gin47: NOT FAIRRR
Gin47: I DONATED OVER 500 TOKENS!
Gin47: I MAXED OUT MY CARD!!!
YOYO: AYOOO!!! I donated more than that cheapskate!
M0Z: This shit was rigged.
Was it more embarrassing to donate over $500 in tokens or $5 to a cam girl? The answer to it seemed obvious—both were embarrassing. But over $500 was the downright saddest. And yet Senku can still feel the humiliating flush of heat spread across his face.
"Keep an eye on your inbox for our private stream tomorrow!" You have your breasts squeezed in your palms, fingers pinching your own perky nipples to the camera. "I'm all yours."
"WAIT WHAT!" Of course, it's Chrome's annoyingly loud voice that's echoing across the lecture hall. In an instant, hundreds of heads turned, some in shock, others surprised or annoyed— which is what Senku was feeling as well.
"Quiet down!" Senku hisses, his eye twitching in irritation. His hand pulls Chrome by the collar of his shirt, pulling his friend back down to his seat.
"You're bailing on me again!" Chrome cries dramatically, lips quivering in a pout.
"Something came up and—"
"Like what?" Chrome interrupts, his mood doing a complete 360. His arms are crossed over his chest, eyes narrowing at Senku as if he can sense the deceit… and possibly the musty odor clinging to his unwashed clothes. It was either musty or mildew from the lousy dorm washers, which was becoming his signature smell.
"Well…" Senku stammers, unsure what lie to come up with. Chrome is in every one of Senku's classes. He knows there are no assignments due tonight, or any upcoming ones he could pretend to worry about. "…I have plans."
Chrome stays silent, eyes blinking blankly at Senku as the words sink in.
"Plans…like…with a girl?" Chrome asks, with a proud and smug smile creeping onto his lips.
"Who has plans with a girl?" You walk around the corner, taking your usual place beside Senku. Just as before, the sweet aroma of your vanilla perfume clears the foul odor radiating from Senku and Chrome at your presence.
Your timing couldn't be worse.
Senku isn't sure why his heart drops into his stomach at the thought of you thinking he's got plans with another girl. Maybe it's the chance you'll see through his lie, or how quickly it can backfire.
"Senku does!" Chrome pats Senku's shoulder, too rough for his liking. Clasping and shaking him excitedly while Senku stares into your eyes, and you can't help but give him a pitiful smile.
"That's…good for you." Your voice sounds strained and unsure. Your usual confident demeanor crumbles as you pull out your notebook. You turn your shoulder to them, curl into yourself, and stare at your phone, waiting for the lecture to start.
The mood shifts. A silent tension settles between the three of you, and even the ever-so-oblivious Chrome picks up on it. His eyes shift nervously between your back and Senku's, almost as if silently signaling him to do something. What exactly? Senku isn't sure. He's an idiot when it comes to you.
It had been an antagonizing day, with Chrome hounding him for details about his so-called plans and with your sudden cold demeanor. He wasn't exactly sure what had caused your sudden drop in mood, or what he could say to you when your only responses were bored "yeah…s" and eye rolls, brushing him off. He'd tried everything to make you talk, from whispering the answers to the clicker questions to you, to trying to pry you open by talking annoyingly loud about your favorite animes with Chrome—hoping you'd interrupt their conversations, but nothing.
It was less than an hour away from his scheduled personal stream, and he'd almost forgotten about it, trying to cheer you up. Albeit, he's a bit grateful for that, because then he wouldn't have been sitting in lecture with a boner, staring down at the message from his favorite cam girl:
For later! See you then, MechaS <3
Senku is sitting beside you on the bus, on the way back to the dorms, and he's trying to find something to talk to you about when he glances down at your bag. It's a trinket that sticks out like a sore thumb, and he's even surprised it was still there.
"You still have that?" Senku asks, nudging your thigh with his.
"Still have what?" you mutter to him, finally looking up from your phone.
He leans down, picking up your bag and placing it between your lap and his. He holds the tiny trinket between his hands—a Gundam keychain. The white color sort of matches the rest of your fluffy, cutesy pink trinkets, except the one in his hand also has bright reds, blues, and yellow throughout its design. It's cute compared to the other options he could've bought you then, but compared to the pink skull panada beside it, it's horrendous.
"Why wouldn't I still have it?" you ask softly. Your hand takes the trinket from his hands, and for once, you're not frowning. "You gave it to me…and it's cute."
"Cute?" Senku laughs. He reaches for it, his fingers brushing yours as he notes its characteristics. "It's a military mobile suit."
"A cute military mobile suit," you laugh softly at him. It brings back that ache inside him and pulls him out of his train of thought. He's looking at the keychain in thought, trying to figure out why your laugh has him second-guessing. "Laugh again for me?"
"Why?" you ask, your smile infectious to him. You're looking up at him, eyes crinkling as you try to hide your laughter from him, at his request.
"Your laugh reminds me of something, but I don't know what," he tells you honestly, because the whole thing was starting to eat at his mind. Like lyrics to a song you forgot the name of, the name of a movie, the name of an actor, or the answer to a question on the exam when your mind only comes up with the page number where the answer can be found in the textbook—it makes him want to pull his hair out.
"Say something funny, and maybe I'll laugh."
You're leaning closer to him, and he can practically see himself reflected in your eyes. He catches a whiff of your sugary scent and your saccharine smile, and he's like a deer in headlights. His mouth dries, and despite all the years he's been your friend, he can't think of what to say to make you laugh. Put him on the spot, and suddenly he's forgotten how to speak.
Would telling you the truth make you laugh? If he told you that he paid a girl to spend time with him, would you laugh to the point of tears?
The bus brakes screech, and Senku can't think of any jokes to make you laugh. He sits there helplessly, watching as you gather up your stuff.
"Have fun with your…uhmmm," your voice wavers, and your eyes break away from his. The smile he's tried so hard to make appear is replaced by a slight pout. "Plans?"
"Thanks."
There were only 5 minutes until he was face-to-face with you, and he was running around his room like a madman, scurrying around, picking up his clothes, and throwing out his trash, as if a girl were actually coming into his room, and not some camgirl he'll only see through the screen.
He's looking at the screen on his computer, which shows his camera feed as he stands by his bed, textbooks in hand, searching for the perfect spot to set them on his nightstand. He angles them messily, as if he isn't deliberately making sure you can see the titles: 'Modern Chemistry', 'Physics for Scientists and Engineers', 'Introduction to Calculus'.
If you caught a glimpse of the titles, would you think he's smart and has a life outside your streams? As long as you don't believe he's as bad as Gin47 and Ssaithon, that's what matters most.
With 2 minutes to spare, he's sitting at his desk, fingers fidgeting as if he were forgetting something.
Camera? Check.
Monitor? Check.
Nothing in the background that he wouldn't want you to see? Check.
He takes one last look through his camera, watching the feed, scanning the background for any tissues or ramen cups he's missed. He looks at himself in the camera, and it hits him like a wave. He didn't want you to see his face! His screen is already loading the stream, counting down from 5 seconds. In a hurry, he runs to his shelf and grabs the first mask he sees, one that covers more than just his lower face. He pulls it over his head and hurries back to his desk just in time.
"Hi Mecha—oh." Your bright, beautiful greeting drops, and your 'oh' is one of pure confusion. And Senku knows why. He watches as you inch closer to the camera, undoubtedly hoping to get a better glimpse of your screen. "Is that…Gundam?"
"Yes." His voice sounds nothing like his own. It's robotic, static, and deeper than his real voice, and he cringes at the sound of it. "Y-You know what that is?"
"I only know the uhmm—mobile suit, I think that's what it's called." You laugh, but it's not mocking him. You laugh as if you're nervous about the whole stream, as he is. You lean back onto your knees, your face still hidden. Your hands fidget with your skirt, flattening the material while coyly toying with the lace at the edges. "I only know about it from a friend. Other than that, I'm completely hopeless."
"Sounds like someone I know," Senku jokes. You laugh again, and it eases him. The stiffness around his shoulder loosens. "I've… never done anything like this, so I'm not sure how to go about it."
"Me either. I guess I got used to being told what to do in the chat." You say as you begin to unbutton your cardigan. Your moment is slow—seductive, even. Do you even know how alluring you are just by taking off your cute cardigan? Do you know that even with your clothes on, you have him throbbing? "Say, did you really win by luck or…"
"Or what?" Senku teases.
"I don't know," you giggle. You pull off your cardigan, revealing the skin of your shoulders and arms, and that alone has Senku salivating. "Winning with only 5 token donations throughout the stream seems like more than an absurd amount of good luck."
"You really want to know?"
"I do." You know exactly what you're doing. Readjusting yourself, putting your hand between your thighs, your voice flirty, on the verge of a whine. "So tell me, please."
"I counted."
"Bullshit!" you gasp. "Did you even enjoy the stream?"
"No, not really," Senku answers honestly. He hasn't had time to rewatch it either.
"You think it was worth it?" you tease him. You pull your blouse over your head, exposing the pretty lacey bra that was cupping your breasts. Your arms reach behind your back, unclasping your bra, and your breasts bounce free from its captivity.
"Are you going to make it worth it?" Senku asks nonchalantly, as if he weren't palming his cock through his pants.
"I will, so just tell me what you want." Your hands clasp the band of your skirt, tugging it playfully down, your voice singing. "You know why?"
"Why?" Senku begs.
"I'm all yours."
Blue nitrile gloves, a white lab coat, and a graduated cylinder—it's a sight that makes Senku jolt forward in his seat. The white lab coat is just as it was before, just as he first remembered it. It's too big on you, basically swallowing you whole. The white material pools around your wrist, making the cylinder nearly nonexistent in your hands.
"Mhmmmm, just like that," you mewl. Your hips rock back and forth on the glass, pussy wet and dripping, smearing your slick across the glass. "Nice and slowww."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Senku whines. His hands move at your pace, moving upward slowly, squeezing the length of his cock and quickly descending back down with your hips. He repeats the motion, and with every stroke, his cock begins to glisten more. Makes it all the easier for him to stroke himself.
"Oh, don't speed up," you tease him. The lab coat covers most of your body, not that Senku minds. It's what pokes through the unbuttoned front that makes it all the more alluring and fun. Your breasts bounce with every sway of your hips. "Take it nice and slow…no need to rush."
"Sorry, sorry."
You push the front of your lab coat to the back, exposing more of your body to Senku. You grip the front of the cylinder with one hand while the other harshly gropes your breast. Your gloved fingers cup your breast, dragging it up, letting the flesh pool around your fingers before letting it fall back down.
"You see how I'm touching myself?" you ask, and Senku nods hastily. Your hand continues to keep that same rhythm, letting your tits rise and fall, all the while you moan softly for him. "Go ahead and squeeze your balls just like that."
"Of course," Senku gasps.
"Nice and hard."
"Mhmm." Senku moans. He can feel the pressure of it all in his balls—the tension of cum that desperately wants to spurt. With one hand still stroking the shaft of his dick, the other fondles his balls. He squeezes them just as you're instructing him to. Groping them from the bottom and squeezing them so hard that it leaves him shaking and crying.
"You want to cum don't you?" Minutes of rubbing yourself against the cylinder, you lift your hips up slightly, revealing the slick that runs along the edge.
"I want to cum on you."
"You do? Want to make a mess on me?" Your gloved fingers run along the sides, the slick sticking and dragging. "Well, how much do you have for me? 5 mL? 10 mL?"
"You don't know?" you coo at him. With both hands, you squeeze and stroke the cylinder, your arousal helping your gloves glide along smoothly. "Well, how about we find out together?"
You lean closer to the camera, parting your legs further, revealing your dripping pussy that's been obscured by the glassware. You rub your folds teasingly, lapping up your arousal on the tips of the gloves, hearing it slosh and plap as you circle on your clit.
As much as Senku wishes he could continue to stroke his cock to release his pent-up cum, he follows your lead. He teases the tip of his cock with his thumb, rubbing the opening that seeps a diluted white liquid—adding more pressure to match the teasing of your clit.
"Look at how wet I am for you." You part yourself open, spreading your two fingers into a V-shape, allowing Senku the privilege of your needy cunt. Your pretty folds were glistening, drooling from the entrance, waiting for something to fill them. "You do as I say, and we can cum together. You like the sound of that?"
"Tell me what to do," Senku begs eagerly, frantically nodding his head as he slows the rhythm of his hand.
"You know what this is called?" you ask him, testingly, even though you know he knows the answer—it was his idea, after all.
"Graduated cylinder."
"That's right," you praise him, and it goes straight to his cock. You tease the entrance of your pussy with the end of the cylinder, rubbing it up and down at your hole. "I know your cock is a lot bigger…and thicker, but imagine this was your cock. Will you do that for me?"
"I will."
"Good…just match my rhythm, ok?" You don't give Senku time to prepare before you push the cylinder past your folds. You squeeze around the glassware, whimpering as you feel yourself stretching around it. "Fuck you're so big."
Senku squeezes the tip of his cock, slowly moving down the shaft as you push the glassware deeper and deeper inside of you.
If you were in the room with him, actually taking his cock, he would've already cummed the moment your hot cunt touched his pulsating tip. He'd pushed his cock inside of you, shooting ropes of white as he thrusts inside of you without regard for his body—not caring that his own dick is overstimulated and begging for rest.
"If you feel like you're going to cum, slow down for me." It was a hard ask of him. You're already moving painfully slowly, and he wonders if the stretch was too much for you. He can see your thighs trembling and your whines rising with every shove. Seeing you struggle makes it even harder to listen to you. "Mhmmm, I want your cock so bad. Gosh, I love nerdy cocks like yours."
In the comfort of his room, cleaned up for your virtual presence, Senku discovers parts of himself he never knew existed. Tissue after tissue, plea after plea, hour after hour, Senku stares at himself through the camera feed. He had managed to shoot cum up to the visor of his helmet. It drips down, obscuring the sight of your twitching body, squirting for him.
Trying to wipe the cum from his helmet, he spreads it further with his cum-dripping fingers. Like trying to fight off a fly trapped in a suit, Senku hurries to clean his mask, all the while spreading it even more.
The sight of an overzealous mecha trying to wipe cum off its face bursts you into laughter, and it stops Senku's heart. His breath hitches as his mind reels with the possibility of why your laugh is so familiar.
Senku doesn't believe in coincidences, only facts. And the fact was, he's heard it before; the laugh and the saying.
"Such a cute military mobile suit."
A/n: Sooooo...thoughts??? I wrote this on my deathbed as my immune system fights off the hentai-virus (I have a cold). Even in sickness, I will write smut.
I WANT TO THANK MY BELOVED @darling-pie FOR PROOF-READING AND LETTING ME LEACH OFF HER IDEA FOR THE USERNAME Ssaithon!
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Doujinishi Panel from a series titled: Sex with your Otaku friend is Mind-blowing!
𖹭.ᐟ SUMMARY: When Ginro planted a seed of... curiosity inside your head, you couldn't help but ask a certain scientist a question regarding his size...
𖹭.ᐟ Word count: 1.5k
𖹭.ᐟ Content: crack, teasing, innuendos, suggestive ending, no actual smut, college setting
𖹭.ᐟ A/N: my good friend was trying to tease me the other day; i felt inspired to write her little... theory... also i finished this at almost 2am i am not well so im sorry if theres errors hehe
It was that part of the group study session where everybody just starts giving up and embraces that they'll all fail anyways. Except for the ever studious Senku anyways. Midterms were coming up once more and in a desperate attempt to lock in, you and the others agreed to study together.
When the study session first started, you swore to yourself that you were going to dedicate yourself to hitting the books for as long as Senku was going to. A set up for failure, truly. Now, you've just surrendered yourself to watching him instead.
Staring at the genius from across the library table as his brows furrow in thought, while the rest of the group occupies themselves into whatever plans they were making for when the semester ends. Ginro, who was sitting next to you, noticed this and followed your line of sight. You got to keep your peace for only a few seconds more before he broke it.
"Pstt..." Ginro leaned in to whisper into your ear when he broke your trance. "You know, I heard something interesting recently."
You raised a brow at him, not too interested in random gossip. "What?"
"Wait," He pauses to look around if anyone was looking at the two of you, and when he deemed it safe, he leans in to whisper once more- going as far as to using his hand to cover the space between his mouth and your ears. "I gotta ask first. How's your sex life with Senku?"
Baffled, you quickly turn to look at him with a horrified expression. "What the fuck Ginro?" You can't help but also look around at the group now, feeling like you were going to die of embarrassment if anyone heard it. Stealing a glance at Senku, only to see him buried in notes gives you some relief.
"What's wrong with you? Why would you suddenly just ask that?" You whisper-shout at the blonde man sitting next to you.
You've always known Ginro to be... crude, but this was so sudden. It did not help that you were still trying to get used to the fact you and Senku were official now. That's right, not too long ago you and Senku had finally agreed to officially enter into a romantic relationship. Despite the years of mutual pining, it all felt so new. It was as if cold water would be splashed on to your face every time you remember that you can now call Senku, yours- and likewise he called you his. Your cheeks heated up at the thought of that.
Ginro only blinks at you, somehow looking like he's genuinely concerned. "I mean, it's important." He shuffles closer to you. "And you know... I heard when men don't do it often, it can shrink."
You just stare at him in disbelief as he emphasizes the last part.
"Senku doesn't seem to be the type to do that kind of stuff very often right? On his own?" Ginro speaks with such earnestness in his voice, you almost believe he has good intentions. "So like, you should probably try seducing him often if you don't want to compromise your bedroom pleasure in the future-that is, if he hasn't already shrunk-"
Having heard enough, you quickly shut him up by placing a hand over his loose mouth. "Oh my god, Ginro!"
He pushes your hand away, and pump his fists in the air with determination. "I know size doesn't matter and that it's all about the technique but still-"
You screech for him to shut up which draws the attention of some people, including Senku.
The young scientist raises a brow and frowns. "If all of you are done studying now, can we leave? I'm sure this library would appreciate the peace." He scolds everyone at the table.
The group comes to a mutual agreement to call it a day and everyone scurries on their own ways. After packing up your stuff, you sling your bag over your shoulder and make your way over to Senku's side. "Are we walking together?" You ask him, attempting to forget the nonsense Ginro inserted into your head.
Senku nods and stands up from the table, adjusting his own bag. "Yeah, let's stop for food on the way home too."
The two of you start making your way oout but before you can leave with Senku, you hear Ginro call out your name from behind. When you turn to look at him, he gives you a thumbs up. "I believe in you!" He says with a dumb grin on his face. You could kill him.
You don't reply anything and just turn your back on him, grumbling. A sight for Senku's amusement. "What's that about?" The scientist asks.
Sighing, you shake your head. "He's just being Ginro. You know how he is." You mutter a small thank you as Senku holds the door open for you. The city lights are all on by now as the moon rises, you were looking forward to going home and getting some good night rest.
"So, he said something weird?" Senku prods.
You wouldn't usually have minded but the topic flusters you, which doesn't escape Senku's sharp eyes. "Now you're acting weird. Just spit it out."
You debate it inside your head. But his warm hand sneakily sliding into yours gives you the momentary courage. You start walking closer to him and give his hand a squeeze.
While neither you nor Senku were blushing virgins, it was still the early stages of the relationship where the two of you were still testing the waters. But, this was Senku right? You've known him for so long. There was no one else you confided in quite so much.
"Well..." You exhale. "He was telling me this dumb theory he picked up from god knows where."
You look at anything and everything but Senku. "He told me guys who don't do it often, shrink..."
The confused look painted on Senku's face was something you'd usually laugh at. "Don't do what often? What shrinks??" He clicked his tongue. "Stop being vague."
"Gee, I don't know!" You quip. "He started it by asking me about our sex life and he even pointed out that you don't seem like the guy to do it often and that if I don't want our..." You gesture quotation marks with your other hand, "Bedroom pleasures- compromised then I should try seducing you or something. Prevent you from shrinking in size even further and all that." You ramble.
"Even further???" Senku repeats as he stops in his track. He looks at you with something akin to disgust but still holds your hand. "What are you trying to say?"
You quickly shake your head, sensing the trouble you just put yourself in. "I didn't mean it like that- I wasn't saying anything!"
He sighs and rubs his temple. "What the fuck. There's no such thing as shrinking. Size is mostly determined by genetics."
Deep inside, you know you should just leave it at that. To not continue poking the beast. But, leaving unfinished business wasn't very good practice, was it?
"Mostly? So, there are other factors? Like what?" You ask.
"There are, but those are minor. Stuff like what you eat, how much you eat, hormones and testosterone levels-"
You purse your lips as you eye him. "But. They're still a factor, yes?"
Senku shoots you an ugly look. "For goodness sake, I am not shrinking and my size is most definitely nothing you should be worrying about-"
You cut him off again. "See, I didn't even say anything like that! You know, you're getting awfully defensive." You feign some care into your tone. "Senku, don't worry about it. It's not about the size after all."
Something inside you is warning you that teasing him will land you nowhere but trouble, but the fun is much too tempting for you to resist that you don't listen to any of it. "Besides, I love you just the way you are." The finishing blow.
Though, now that the crease from Senku furrowing his brows disappears and gets replaced with a sinister smile, you quickly started rethinking your choices. "Fine. You want to be like that?"
You let out a pained chuckle. "Well, on second thought... no?"
He leans in close to you, an irk mark showing at his temple and a smirk far too menacing at his lips. "I propose a new theory. Would I get bigger if we were to do it more often? Just how often would we have to be doing it before a noticeable change occurs? Would there be a bigger change between sex and just masturbation?"
A sweat drops from your forehead. "W-We?"
"Yes. We." Senku lets out a dark laugh as you see the gears turning in his head. "Frankly, I can't think of a better assistant to help me with this experiment."
Senku tugs at your hand and starts walking again, with a pace faster than before. "Come. No better time than the present to get started right?" He snickers. "I do hope you'll be satisfied with the... findings."
CIGARETTES AFTER SEX SONGS I DEDICATE TO SENKU (MILD NSFW)
It's raining this morning, which lowkey sets the mood and inspires me to write this ( ᴗ ᴗ ✿ Special thanks to my fellow cas enjoyer @mono-no-aware-stuff for the idea!! This is in no particular order!
This is non-CAS-listener-friendly btw (ᱹ ̫ ᱹ)⸝ި ʕᦏ⌎you can read even though you don't listen to the band!
WC: 987 words
Tejano Blue:
We wanted to fuck with real love
Wanted it sweet, so pure and warm
Never only sleepin' over
We wanted to fuck like all the time
And when you got back from your flight
It was the first thing we did
Do I need to explain this? Sex with Senku is so very soft and intimate, and surely it never starts with lust. He seeks your embrace after a long, stressful week on his business trip because who is he to turn down such an inviting suggestion of having kisses all over him after being abused by the world of work?
Silver Sable:
Stay with me now, I don’t wanna be lonely
Know how you feel by the way that you hold me
& when we kiss
We don’t need to close our eyes in the dark at all
I actually discussed this idea before with Yummy in this post, and I would love to share it over here. Senku, being a dorky otaku, likes you because you look like his favorite character. Just Senku admiring you in general. He would be such a yearning schoolboy.
John Wayne:
He's got so much in his heart
But he doesn't know what to do
All he wants is her
Lying inside his room
Senku who doesn't know what to do with his feelings, Senku who chases after you, Senku who loves a reckless, passionate, unrequited love. John Wayne is an actor who, obviously, acts. Senku, too, is acting tough and hiding his insecurity about a love which might not be reciprocated. It's a mask for his feelings, hiding deep internal confusion and affection.
Dreams From Bunker Hill:
Do you wanna make it forever?
Do you wanna be my only one?
'Cause now I really miss the way it was
When everything was beautiful with us
Senku, after a break-up with you, would be questioning it. Of course, limerence isn't his style, but it would be impossible for him to feel regret after losing you. He loved you and took lots of time to finally strip down to his bare self in front of you, and surely he didn't want to do it all over again for someone else. Questions overcast his mind, thinking of how it should've been. Who wouldn't yearn for a future with someone they love sincerely?
Baby Blue Movie:
Gave me all you had,
Gave me all the love that you want,
All the love that you needed
"Baby Blue" is slang for soft-core porn, so I imagine this song as yearning for love with a slight bit of sexual tension. Senku, who doesn't like rushing into a relationship, might sometimes want you to shower him with all the love that you have. He yearns to have that passionate affection of yours, wants you to pour your heart out, and bomb him with everything you have. Then, he will love you the same. Love-bombing sounds like an overwhelming thing to him, but to know how much desire you have for him surely eases the storm in his mind. Occasional love-bomb isn't so bad.
Don't Let Me Go:
Don’t let me go
Stay with me still
I’ve missed you so
This might work with young Senku, who has you as his childhood crush. He thought the world of you, because the world of a child isn't so big as his father and his three-people circle of friends. You are one of the puzzle pieces that built the world in his small, young mind; an irreplaceable, inevitable piece. The Moon orbits the Earth, it rises and draws his tides of love, it shines upon him the light of its pleasant presence. When the Moon is gone, would the Earth miss it?
Kiss It Off Me:
Could you love me instead of all the boyfriends you get?
Know I’d make you forget about all of those rich fuckboys
Kiss it off me,
If you’re gonna break my heart this is a good start
Again with unrequited love. Senku, who yearns to have you, can't reach you because of your eye-sore boyfriends. He knows he leaves a lot to be desired for a person like you. Who would choose the tireless thinker, wedded to his work and silence, over the gilded rogue who has nothing for you but time, money, and undivided attention? But would you give him a try? He'd let you, even if in the end he would be left with a bleeding heart and all your kisses abandoned on his cheek.
Sunsetz:
& when you go away I still see you
With sunlight on your face in my rear-view
The song conveys the feeling of missing someone whom you never see again, or you might, but it won't feel the same. One day, you'll be the faceless figure in the corner of his mind, the "last" person he would think about, the "last" image he would pull out of his drawers of memories. Sometimes, he looks back, just to know that you aren't there anymore, but only the sunlight with no face to kiss.
Pistol:
You’ve been on my mind
& I’ll waste my time until you lift me off the floor & love me again
Wasting his time thinking of you instead of working, wasting his time yearning for the love he has lost. Maybe if he thinks of you for long enough, he will no longer be stuck in the form of forgotten pictures and gifts, he will no longer be discarded on the cold floor of your heart, and he will no longer be the desert of memories you'd like to forget.
UHH THAT WAS A LONG POST! I got carried away (*´ﾉ∀`*) i just love Senku and CAS very much and I'm also in the mood so....
cws: its just me rambling about senku masturbating so if it doesnt blend/make sense all the time... shhhhhh ignore it. panty thief senku, senku crying, scolding, gagging, restraints, creampies (cause i cant help myself) (no established relationship.. he's just a pervert), vv rushed ending/aftercare, let me know if I missed anything!
I really only see Senku masturbating very infrequently. Partially because he lacks a sex drive, but also because he is extremely disciplined about where his time and energy go. Most physical impulses get filed away as background noise. If they become inconvenient, he ignores them. If they become distracting, he suppresses them. It takes a significant build up of tension before he finally decides dealing with it is more efficient than continuing to work through it.
Usually this happens after months of continuous focus.
Three or four months is not unrealistic. Senku is the type of person who can bury himself in his work so completely that his own body becomes secondary. Hunger, fatigue, and physical discomfort are already things he routinely pushes aside. Sexual tension falls into the same category—another biological process to be tolerated until it starts interfering with his ability to think clearly.
When that point arrives, the decision becomes purely practical.
A factory reset for his brain.
It almost always happens late at night.
Senku is lying on his back staring at the ceiling, mind moving too fast for sleep to catch up with it. Ideas keep colliding with each other—unfinished formulas, chemical ratios, plans for the next day...
But beneath all of that there is a persistent physical tension he can’t ignore anymore.
Once he acknowledges it, the conclusion is immediate.
Deal with it quickly. Go to sleep. Return to work.
He doesn’t romanticize the act at all. There is no ceremony to it, no drawn-out anticipation. One hand slips under the blanket and wraps around his cock with the same detached focus he would apply to adjusting a piece of equipment. His grip is firm but impatient, strokes short and functional because the goal is simply to finish as quickly as possible.
Efficiency governs everything he does, even here.
At first the only indication of what he’s doing is the subtle shift in his breathing. Slow inhales turning slightly heavier. His jaw tightens. His brows pull together in concentration. Sweat eventually gathers along his temple, damp strands of hair sticking against his forehead as his body gradually reacts to the stimulation.
He's not all too vocal.
Occasionally a soft grunt escapes him, or a muttered curse when his hips twitch involuntarily into his hand. But he’s careful. The last thing he wants is someone waking up and asking questions he has absolutely no interest in answering.
The closer he gets, the more his initial mechanical rhythm gives way to urgency.
His strokes grow faster. Less controlled. His breathing breaks into uneven bursts as the pressure in his abdomen tightens. His body responds before his mind fully catches up, muscles tensing as the sensation builds rapidly toward release.
When he cums, it hits him all at once.
Afterward he lies still, staring up at the ceiling while he catches his breath. His mind goes blank for a moment, like everything inside his head has finally gone quiet. His cock still twitches faintly in his hand, sensitive and warm, but the tension that had been building in his body is gone now. What’s left behind is a heavy, relaxed tranquility.
He gives himself a minute, maybe two, before cleaning himself up and moving on with whatever he was doing before. Most of the time, that’s the end of it.
But things change slightly once someone starts occupying his thoughts.
The difference is subtle. He still ignores the urge most of the time. He still treats the act as something purely functional when he finally gives in to it. Yet once there is a specific person attached to those impulses, the situation becomes more complicated in ways he does not particularly appreciate.
Your image starts appearing in his mind at the most inconvenient times.
What used to be something he did purely to kill the urge slowly shifts into something else entirely. Something he actually enjoys. And the first time he realizes that difference, it throws him off more than he'd like to admit.
He finishes harder—faster.
And afterward he just sits there for a moment, staring down at his own hand like he’s trying to analyze what exactly just happened.
He knows what happened, of course.
He just doesn’t like the implications.
Because once that connection is made—once his brain links that feeling to you—it becomes difficult to separate the two again.
And despite himself, he gets hooked on it.
You become the muse for his decidedly unscientific desires.
The first time he takes your panties, he genuinely doesn’t mean to.
It’s one of those impulses you act on without thinking, only realizing what you’ve done a second too late. The kind of mistake that immediately makes you go: I probably shouldn’t have done that.
But by that point it’s already too awkward to undo.
Returning them would raise questions. Keeping them feels just as questionable. And somehow the situation becomes worse the longer he stands there holding them.
So he keeps them.
At first he tells himself it was just a lapse in judgment.
But when the moment comes later—when he’s alone, tense, and the familiar pressure has started building again—he realizes he doesn’t regret taking them nearly as much as he thought he would.
The fabric ends up wrapped around his cock before he can really think about what he’s doing.
His hand closes over both at once, fingers tightening as he gives an experimental stroke. The material drags differently against him, softer, thinner, and the sensation makes his hips twitch forward instinctively.
He exhales sharply.
Then his hips start moving.
Slow at first, testing the friction as he thrusts into his own grip, the panties twisted around his cock while his hand works over them. It doesn’t take long before the image slips into his mind—of you instead. Your body wrapped around him, your warmth, the way your pussy would squeeze him every time he pushed forward.
The thought makes him far more sensitive than usual.
His rhythm falls apart almost immediately.
His hips start thrusting erratically, short uneven motions as he fucks into his own fist, trying to keep quiet while small whimpers and breathy sounds slip past his lips anyway. His grip tightens around himself, cock twitching hard every time his mind drifts back to the thought of you.
Feeling your panties wrapped around him quickly becomes one of his favorite sensations.
But that isn’t the only thing he does with them.
Sometimes he presses them against his face instead. He buries his nose right against the gusset of the worn fabric, inhaling deeply while his other hand palms himself. His strokes turn quick and desperate, dragging his hand over himself while his tongue presses against the spot where your scent is strongest.
The smell of you is overwhelming.
Warm, intimate, and completely intoxicating.
It fills his lungs until it feels like it’s suffocating him, and the effect it has on him is immediate. His head tips back slightly, jaw falling open as a silent moan escapes him, eyebrows knitting together while his eyes squeeze shut.
It makes his head spin.
So much so that he sometimes finds himself hesitating, unable to decide what he wants more—keeping them wrapped in his palm while he jerks himself off, or shoving them back against his face and breathing you in until his thoughts go hazy.
Eventually he solves the problem in the most practical way possible.
The next time the opportunity arises, he steals two pairs instead.
That way he doesn’t have to choose.
One stays wrapped around his cock while his hand works over it, the fabric catching every movement as his hips start thrusting into his grip again. The other he presses against his face, breathing you in while his strokes grow faster and sloppier.
It’s embarrassing how quickly it becomes routine. The way his body responds almost immediately the moment he has them in his hands.
At some point he even starts using them to muffle the sounds he can’t quite hold back, pushing the fabric between his teeth while his hand squeezes tight around his cock. The taste of your scent mixes with his saliva, making his head feel light, eyes watering as he breathes through his nose, the smell of you flooding his senses.
He looks completely wrecked like this.
Jaw slack, lips parted as soft sounds slip past them. His brows pull together, eyes squeezed shut while color spreads across his cheeks. There’s a pretty flush blooming across his face and down his neck as his hand works harder, grip tightening while he imagines the way your pussy would squeeze around him instead.
The thought alone nearly makes his hips stutter.
There are moments—brief ones—where guilt creeps in.
Especially when you come to him one day looking worried, talking about how some of your things have gone missing. Wondering out loud if there might be some kind of pervert lurking around the village.
He listens quietly while you talk.
Because technically, you’re not wrong.
There is a pervert.
Just probably not the one you’re expecting.
And despite the small flickers of guilt that surface every now and then, it never actually stops him.
Because he’s grown far too fond of it by now.
He likes the way your panties feel wrapped around his cock. Likes the way they smell. Likes the way the thought of you makes his hand move faster until he’s spilling sticky cum all over the fabric.
And then one day—
you catch him.
“The hell do you think you’re doing?”
Your voice cuts through the room like a blade.
Senku freezes instantly.
For a moment he just stares at you, eyes wide, brain struggling to process the situation he’s just been caught in. Your panties are still in his hand. His cock still half-hard where he’d been jerking himself off seconds ago.
“…Are you serious right now?” you continue.
There’s a strange tone to your voice. Not quite angry, nor amused.
Just… disbelieving.
Your eyes flicker between him, the fabric clutched in his hand, and the obvious mess he’s made of himself.
“So you’re the one stealing my stuff, huh?” you say slowly.
His brain short-circuits.
He opens his mouth like he’s about to explain. About to come up with something logical. But nothing comes out.
The embarrassment hits him all at once.
Heat floods his face, shame curling tight in his chest as he suddenly becomes very aware of how pathetic he must look right now. Your panties in his hand. His cock still twitching. The evidence of exactly what he’d been doing impossible to ignore.
You step closer, standing in front of him now.
And instead of sounding angry—you start teasing him.
You’re not actually mad—far from it, actually. If anything, the sight of Senku using your things like that does something strange to you. But you want to make him squirm a little first. Make him worry. Maybe watch him get a little flustered.
What you don’t expect is how hard it hits him.
“Oh wow,” you mutter, looking him up and down. “Didn’t realize you were that much of a pervert.”
The words hit harder than he expects.
Not because they’re cruel.
But because they’re true.
Senku has never really been scolded like this before. Not like this. Not when he’s already worked up, exposed, and caught red-handed.
His throat tightens, breath catching as something twists in his chest. He’s already wound up from moments ago, emotions running high, and now you’re standing there pointing it out like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
It becomes too much.
His eyes start to sting.
A few tears slip out before he can stop them.
You didn’t mean to make him cry that much. Maybe a couple stray tears, sure—but not this.
Still… the sight does wonders for your ego.
His eyes are a little bloodshot now, his nose slightly snotty, breath still shaky as he looks up at you. And instead of backing off, you find yourself kneeling instead—cooing gently as you start sliding your panties off your hips.
Your hand snake between you to wrap around his soft cock. It hardens instantly at your touch, a broken, helpless whimper escaping him as you stroke him, eyes still glossed with tears.
as you straddle his hips. Your bare pussy, slick and wet, presses against him, grinding slowly at first, letting him feel every inch of you, every drip of your slick, every small twitch of his hips beneath you. His tip nudges just perfectly against your clit, drawing another strangled whimper from him, and every so often you sink almost all the way down, only to pull back with a wet, satisfying pop. His groans and little whines fill the space, ragged and desperate, and you can feel him quivering beneath you.
You take your time. His chest rises and falls in uneven bursts, hands twitching, eyes screwed shut, little whimpers and choked noises spilling from his throat. Each sloppy, needy grind, each sloppy bounce of your hips drives him higher, and the room is full of the scent of him, of you, of the mess you’ve already made together.
The moment you finally sink fully onto him, he lets out the most obscene, pornographic moan you’ve ever heard in your life.
A sound you genuinely didn’t think he was capable of making.
Your hand flies to his mouth, pressing firmly, muffling the rest of his sounds, while you ball up the panties you threw aside and use them as a gag. Drool slips from the corners of his mouth, soaking the fabric. His tiny, garbled noises tumble out, desperate and broken:
“Mmff… ahh… p-pwease… mngh!”
He cries quietly, tears streaking down his flushed cheeks, as you continue to ride him. Bouncing up and down, up and down on his cock, he can do nothing but take it.
His body convulses, little whimpers and muffled sounds still slipping out around the gag, while he feels you clenching tightly around him.
Afterward, you slide off gently, cradling his face in your hands. His eyes are red, a few tears still clinging, nose damp, and he curls instinctively into your chest. You kiss each tear away, gently wiping his face, whispering soft words into his ear—how amazing he is, how much you love him, how proud you are of him. He shivers, body relaxing into yours, and for the first time in a long while, he feels completely safe and cared for.
an: I am so insane for this man it needs to be studied... lord save me or I have sinned.
probably couldve done better on this one but its late and my brain is fried.
Three failed Valentines and a successful one w S. Ishigami
little blurb cause I'm sick (literally)
It's 2 weeks before Valentine's day, and your boyfriend, Senku Ishigami (surprisingly), still hasn't asked you to be his Valentine.
With the annual decorations for the upcoming event slowly being put up, and the warmth of every nook and canny of your town drenched in little cupids and flowers, you just can't help but frown remembering Senku couldn't care less.
Valentine's was just an unreasonable excuse to kiss and give gifts. Why give you a box of chocolates when he can give you the stars?
But you like the cute idea of being asked out every once and a while.
So you start to allude little ideas into his head.
"Look at this."
You flip your phone from your view to his, showing him a short video of a man holding up flowers and chocolates for his girlfriend as he asks her to be his Valentine.
"Yeah, what about it?"
You purse your lips, "It's cute."
"It's cringe."
The second time you attempt to plant a little seed into his ginormous brain wasn't so successful either.
"Woah! Crocheted flowers!" You point out a small stall outside of school grounds when you both leave for home.
"You don't need that."
He'd pull you faster blocking your view of the stall.
The third attempt where you were finally going to straight up confront him felt unexistent when you enter the Science Lab and see the crowd of girls cooing and swooning around him. Chocolate boxes and letters confessing their undying love for him flew around the usually quiet laboratory, and you could barely see your boyfriend from amidst the crowd.
It wasn't very known to public that Senku Ishigami is finally off the market. You two liked it that way, it gave you the advantage of being private.
A few stolen glances, pinkys hooking slightly when you're beside each other, and the very occasional snacks that doubled when the other wanted one two.
So this sea of suitors that was now drowning your boyfriend shouldn't be an issue to you. Free chocolates.
You leave the room for a moment, letting yourself feel the warmth of the upcoming event swallow you whole, even when you don't technically have a valentine.
And when the sun starts to set, Senku finally finds you on a bench by the small field behind the gym. "There you are." His eyes soften a fraction when he sees you .
"Are you alright? You didn't come to lab."
"Too many people."
He sighs, "It's not even Valentines yet."
You chuckle softly before he questions you again. "How long have you been here?"
"I don't know," You ponder, "I wasn't paying attention to time."
"Come. I have something to show you."
Your hands seem to find its way to his and it fits as perfect as always. He leads you back to the laboratory, now clean and empty part from the Telescope that stood neatly by the middle window.
When you both reach it, he nods, a little signal for you to take a look. And you do.
"Sen."
"Hm?"
"What exactly am I looking at?"
He chuckles, "A star."
"Yeah, I can see that."
"It's yours."
You lift your head from the telescope, looking at him in disbelief.
"I bought it. It's yours." He repeats, as if it was a matter of fact. "Happy Valentine's, dork."
You smile before gasping and spluttering. "Wha— I, you— How dare! Me, dork, when you're the one who buys a whole star."
Now he's smiling. Not a smirk, not a simper. A soft smile with eyes rarely full of affection.
But you stop throwing your meaningless insults at him, embracing him in the quiet of the room. "Happy valentine's day, Senku." At that, you feel arms slither on the small of your back, Senku bending just slightly over cover you in him.
"Oh, and you get those dumb chocolates over there too."
You peak over to see the mountain of chocolates gathered on one corner of the room. "Yes." You whisper in joy, giving the scientist's another reason chuckle and press a small kiss on your forehead.
Featuring : Stanley Snyder x gender neutral reader
You may expect : fluff, highschool /middle school AU idk definitely not adults that's for sure, and Stanley lowkey being a simp for reader
Word count : 2,3k
Author's note : this is my first time writing a 'complete' fanfic and publishing it because i got inspired by some people's work (would tag them but idk much about tumblr etiquettes). This fic is basically just a barf of words, i do apologize in advance if it's hard to imagine the scenes due to my poor ability to describe things because english is not my first language, it's pretty rushed as well so i skipped a lot of scenes that i wanted to put inside this.
Stanley isn't the type to care about these types of public celebrations, to him, Valentine's Day is just an ordinary day that people decided to pick as the day to show affection to their loved ones. He didn't give it much thought at first, but after getting to know you a few years ago, this year's day of love and affection began to cloud his mind as it came closer and closer, him over hearing his NPC classmates talking and getting excited about the famous Valentine's Day didn't ease his harboring feelings towards you at all, in fact, he can't resist the growing feeling of excitement as well.
On the D-Day, you caught the sight of your valentine date sitting on a bench in a park near your house, his figure became more clear as you were walking towards him, he looks like he was observing a random pebble on the ground or lost in thoughts. Either way, he doesn't seem to notice your footsteps.
"Chocolates are a classic gift for Valentine's, but i find them a bit overrated, so i wanted to give you something different. Hi, did i make you wait long?" He turned around after hearing your voice behind him, the sight wasn't what he had expected — heavens it was far better than he imagined. The sun radiates its shine from above, casting shadow on the right places, the wind gently swayed your hair as you strolled closer to him, his eyes immediately locked with yours. And when you smiled at him, he felt like he forgot how to breathe because of how incredibly stunning you look. You were holding out something that looks like a bouquet for him to take, he didn't care what it was as he's too busy melting on the inside — like ice cream in the summer, he swore that the angels wanted him to see an ethereal being and heaven decided to send you to earth.
"Stan? You good?" Your curious voice snapped him out of his daze as you waved a hand in front of him, he immediately stood up and quickly answered your previous words, "hi, yes— i mean— no, i just got here five minutes ago and yes, I'm good." You let out a small giggle at the usually composed Stanley fumbling over his words, it was absolutely adorable.
"Alrighty, if you say so~" You grabbed his hand and handed him your handmade bouquet of lollipops, he noticed that they were the brand he always gets. "Happy Valentine's Day, Stan, i hope you like my gift." Realizing that you caught that small detail of him, made him feel giddy and flustered at the same time to the point he could feel his heart racing a marathon, you could mistake his flushed face because of the cold, but nope, it was all you.
With careful movements, he took the gift from you while admiring your handiwork, it wasn't anything much, just some simple gluing here and there — but his eyes were almost sparkling in awe. "I do like it, thanks." A smile he couldn't hold back decorated his flushed face as he looked back at you while holding out a rose for you, "pretty flower! Thank you~" He then remembered the gift he bought a few days prior, "and one more thing,"
"Hm?" You hummed in curiosity, head titled slightly to the side as he reached a hand inside one of the pockets of his jacket, fishing out a small keychain of your favorite Sanrio character holding a red heart, "here, saw this the other day and it reminds me of you" He confessed with an obvious hint of bashfulness, yet still trying to play it cool. You can't help but think that him being unusually shy and red faced might be cuter than the keychain dangling in front of you, you took the item to your possession while smiling brightly, Stanley felt he was looking at a second sun — one that wouldn't blind his vision if he stared at it for too long. "I've been searching for this particular one to collect for a while now, it's incredibly cute! Thank you for getting it for me, Stan!"
"Yeah, sure, glad you like it, happy Valentine's to you too." Despite his nonchalant words, his body language was anything but, and it's just exchanging valentine gifts. Only you and him know how he'll react when you give his cheek a quick peck after you wrap up your little valentine date later that evening.
senku jerking off in your bed while you’re not home 😵💫
senku realizes he probably shouldn’t be doing this.
the thought lingers, even as his hand curls around his cock. his grip is tentative at first, like he might still stop if he gives it enough thought. but his body betrays him immediately, cock already hard and twitching, and that familiar rush of heat makes his jaw clench.
what if you caught him like this? tangled in your sheets, your bed warm beneath him. would you scold him? laugh? call him out for being so pathetic he couldn’t even wait for you to get home?
he’s ashamed of the way he throbs at the thought.
but every speck of rationality disperses as a muffled groan slips past his teeth, grip tightening. his hand starts to move with more intent now, sliding along his cock in slow, deliberate strokes. it’s hard to concentrate with his hand down his pants, harder still when his hips start to rock up into his fist without him meaning to, chasing friction, chasing relief.
he tries to mimic your movements—you always work him so perfectly. his hand adjusts instinctively—twisting just right, grip firming, thumb dragging along the same path you always take. every remembered motion pulls another quiet sound from his throat. he fucks into his hand the same way you work him apart, slow at first, then a little sloppier as his breathing starts to stutter.
senku is a thorough man. you’ve jacked him off more times than he can count, and he’s never treated it as something careless. sometimes he closes his eyes, letting himself drown in the sensation of your warm, soft hand wrapped around him. but more often than not, he’s watching—staring intently, cataloging your every move, burning it into memory.
it’s moments like these—when he’s pent-up and desperate—that he’s grateful for that attention to detail. he can copy your ministrations almost perfectly.
almost.
it still isn’t as good as you.
his grip tightens again as another image of you slips into his mind. you sprawled out on the sheets, pussy wet and open, face flushed and eyes lidded as you claw at him. you on top of him, chest pressed to his, hiding your face in his neck to muffle your moans while your cunt clenches around him. sometimes it’s you bent over his desk, notes long forgotten, drool smearing the papers as he fucks you from behind, too focused on the way you take his cock to care about anything else.
but every image ends the same way.
you left full. dripping with his cum.
would it be wrong to say he has a photographic memory if it’s only good for memorizing the way your face looks when you come?
his hand works faster now, grip uneven, cock twitching hard with every thought. the way he fucks into his fist is sloppy at best, hips bucking up in short, desperate thrusts, but he doesn’t care. it never seems to be enough. he spills into his hand with a strangled sound, body tensing hard as he shoves his face into your pillows, your scent clinging to him and making it worse—better.
the relief barely lasts.
one time is never enough. he ignores the oversensitivity, rutting into his own hand again, biting back a whine as his thumb slows, tracing lazy circles over the head of his cock. another image of you surfaces, uninvited, and his hips jerk again in response
He’s making a mess of himself. Of your bed. Cum splattered across his hand, his abdomen, your sheets and pillows. He feels a twinge of guilt for sullying your things, but it’s hard to care when his body won’t calm down.
it’s not his fault—he can’t help getting worked up like this. not when he’s surrounded by so many things that remind him of you.
so if you happen to walk in on the mess he’s made of himself… and your bed—
well.
you can’t be too upset, can you?
an: do NOT let me anywhere near this man… im draining him dry.
i also have a slight obsession with creampies if you haven’t noticed already 😅
if i get my act together you guys will have a valentines post AND an update for personal experiments. but don’t put too much faith in me.
I've always known this boi is a menace but DAMN NOT TO THIS EXTENT (￣ヘ￣;) (Low-key I knew he would do this)
I know damn well Senku got a real good conversation with Byakuya, a Guidance Councilor, and the Principal after this stunt... The parents of those kids gotta be fuming at Byakuya for not raising him properly... ಥ‿ಥ And their outrage probably caused a meeting to happen...
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