guess who graduated today!!!!!! (hint hint: it’s me)i thought it was only right to grace you guys with a dry humping drabble in celebration 🥳
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“We shouldn’t be doing this…”
His voice comes out rough, raspy. Slightly breathless from the heated make-out session the two of you had just been tangled up in moments prior. His lips are still swollen from your kisses, chest rising and falling a little faster than usual.
“Please, Sen…” your own voice rises into a needy whine, hands refusing to stay still as they wander over him again—grabbing at his shirt, his arms, anything you can reach. “I need you so badly.”
He looks down at you.
You can practically see the gears turning in his head.
He looks down at you, his gaze wavering as he mentally thinks of the risks of entertaining you here and now.
“We really shouldn’t,” he sighs again, though the pink tint creeping across his ears gives him away immediately.
You don't bother arguing.
Instead, you just stare up at him through your lashes, bottom lip jutting out into a pout so shamelessly manipulative that you're almost proud of yourself. A face you knew he couldn’t deny.
“Chrome’s just downstairs,” he reminds you weakly.
“That guy could sleep through a hurricane,” you shoot back immediately. Your hands slide up his chest again as you shift closer, thighs brushing his.
“C’mon…” you whine softly, breath warm against his lips. “It’s been so long.” The words come out embarrassingly needy. You don't even care; at this point, dignity is the least of your concerns.
You need him.
Your hips rock forward before you can stop yourself, seeking friction, seeking something. Anything.
“Please.”
That seems to be his breaking point.
Senku moves back slightly, staring at you with uncertain eyes. His lips part like he's about to say something—probably another logical argument. Another reminder of why this is a bad idea.
You don't give him the chance.
Your hands come up to cup his face, fingers slipping into the hair at the nape of his neck before you pull him back toward you. The kiss is immediate. Hungry and desperate.
The second your lips meet, whatever argument he'd been trying to form dies before it can leave his mouth. His breath catches, and for the briefest moment he freezes before immediately kissing you back with equal desperation.
Your mouths move together in a way that feels almost frantic. Every soft press of his lips against yours only leaves you wanting—no—needing more. You chase him whenever he pulls away for air, and he follows when you do the same.
It's ridiculous—pathetic, honestly.
Neither of you seem capable of staying away from each other for more than a few seconds.
The room fills with the quiet sounds of it—shaky breaths, muffled sighs, the faint sound of lips meeting again and again. Your fingers tighten their grip in his hair while his hands wander restlessly over your waist, your hips, your back, never staying in one place for long.
You can feel the hesitation slowly bleeding out of him with every passing second. Feel his resolve crumbling beneath your hands.
You tilt your head and deepen the kiss, and Senku makes a sound against your lips that sends a shiver racing down your spine. It's quiet—barely audible—but it's there.
His grip tightens immediately afterward, as though he's embarrassed you heard it. As though he can somehow take it back.
You only smile against him.
The realization makes him groan softly before pulling you even closer, and victory blooms warm in your chest. Your tongue slips into his mouth, keeping him occupied exactly as intended, and the kiss turns messy after that. All-consuming. The kind that leaves your lungs burning and your thoughts thoroughly scattered.
You barely register the fact that you're moving until the backs of Senku's knees hit the cot tucked into the corner of the room.
The impact makes him stumble.
The loud sounds of your kissing fill the room, mouths wet and hungry as you continue pushing him back. His hands tighten around your waist instinctively, trying to steady himself, but you don't give him the chance to recover.
You pull back from the kiss just long enough to look him in the eyes, palms splayed across his chest.
Then you shove.
Senku drops onto the bed without much hassle.
He's panting, eyes blown wide as he watches you climb on top of him. His hands immediately come to grip your hips the second you settle your weight atop him, fingers digging into your sides.
Your gaze drops from his eyes to his lips.
Then back up again.
Your need is obvious, and the only thing stopping you from ravaging him outright is his misplaced moral high ground.
The second your lips meet his again, whatever coherent thought he'd managed to hold onto evaporates. A small whimper slips into the kiss before he can stop it, and suddenly his grip on your hips isn't there to steady you anymore—it's guiding you, pulling you closer—encouraging every drag of your body against his.
His bulge presses up against you, and the friction pulls a helpless sound from your throat. Not enough. It's nowhere near enough. Yet somehow it's already making your head spin.
The flush across his face deepens, spreading all the way to his neck. His eyes squeeze shut as his head falls back against the pillows, looking completely dazed beneath you. Barely able to form words.
You take advantage of it immediately.
Shoving your face into his neck, you lick and suck along the curve of his jaw. Your lips trail lower and lower, leaving a beautiful array of hickies in their wake.
A sign of your affection.
His breathing grows heavier with every passing second.
You roll your hips down against him again and his own immediately juts up to meet yours, stuttering beneath you. The motion lacks any real rhythm, more instinct than anything else.
It's too much and not enough all at once.
Every grind of your hips seems to make him lose a little more of whatever self-control he had left.
Which is exactly why, before things can get any further out of hand, he finally decides to take control back.
You barely have time to register the shift before you're the one staring up at him.
One second you're on top of him, rolling your hips down against him and drinking down every little whimper that escapes into your mouth. The next, you're staring up at the ceiling, the cot creaking beneath your weight as Senku settles over you.
You blink up at him, breathless.
For a moment neither of you say anything.
His chest rises and falls rapidly as he looks down at you, lips swollen, eyes dark and focused in a way that makes heat curl low in your stomach. He looks just as affected as you feel.
You licked your lips apprehensively and caught Senku’s eyes as you reached down and hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your shorts before slowly lowering them down your legs.
“Damn…” he whispered huskily.
By the time your shorts are discarded somewhere beside the bed, you're left lying there in nothing but your underwear, and Senku drinks in the sight of you unabashedly.
His eyes drag over every inch of exposed skin. For someone who'd spent the last several minutes insisting this was a bad idea, he certainly isn't looking away.
Then he's moving.
He crawls over you, knees settling between your thighs and nudging them farther apart. He drops down onto his elbows, lips meeting yours in a frenzied kiss, one which you reciprocated fully in turn, especially when he gradually began sinking his weight down upon you, his pelvis meeting yours, letting you feel his hardness through the thin fabric of your underwear.
“Mmph, Senku…!” you moan wantonly against his lips, opening your legs and wrapping them around him.
The sound seems to do something to him.
Senku lets out a groan deep into your mouth as his hips begin rocking back and forth. The friction between your bodies sends sparks of pleasure skittering through both of you, and whatever rhythm he starts with quickly falls apart. His movements become messy. Completely uncoordinated as he grinds himself against you.
The fabric separating the two of you was soaked by now, and Senku was clearly struggling to maintain control of his arousal.
You welcomed all of it.
You want him so badly you can barely think straight. Every coherent thought that enters your head immediately gets drowned out by another grind of his hips, another kiss, another groan caught between your mouths.
At this point, you couldn't care less about the repercussions.
The two of you just kept going.
Senku's pre-cum spilled from the tip, mixing with the slick you'd been producing and creating a sticky, wet mess between the two of you. Every movement only seemed to spread it further, making each grind of your bodies against one another feel even better than the last.
It felt so good, yet the greedy part of you still wanted more.
Every inch of him.
You found yourself wishing your panties would somehow be pushed aside, wishing he could finally feel you properly instead of through layers of damp fabric. The thought alone was enough to make you throb.
But alas, even you had some restraint.
So you settled for this.
The two of you kept grinding against one another, kisses growing sloppier and sloppier as the line between pleasure and desperation blurred. Every gasp was swallowed by the other's mouth. Every groan dissolved into another heated kiss.
It wasn't long before the tension finally snapped.
Your body trembled beneath him as pleasure crashed over you, leaving you breathless and boneless against the cot. Senku wasn't far behind. A broken groan spilled from his lips as he buried his face against your neck, his hips stuttering through the last of it.
When it was over, your underwear was thoroughly drenched—evidence of both your pleasure and his.
Senku's release spilled across your stomach, warm against your skin.
A small frown immediately tugged at your lips.
Even through your ragged breathing, you managed a huff.
"Such a waste..."
Senku lifted his head just enough to look at you. For a moment, he didn't say anything.
Then he shifted back onto his knees, fingers hooking wordlessly into the waistband of your panties.
"How about you let me make it up to you?"
an: love how my first course of action once getting home was to write smut… you can take the girl out of the hyperfixation but you can’t take the hyperfixation out the girl
on another, sappier note— i’m very excited to be finished with this first chapter of my life 🥹 honestly didn’t think i’d make it this far but here we are. and you know i had to double it!!! (got my diploma AND my AAS [more specifically ASN])
writing is a big comfort of mine so i’m glad to say i dedicated a lot of my free time toward the craft. anyway i doubt yall are actually reading this but yeah!! im super hyped rn (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)
this is exhilarating, get excited!
(also may or may not be open to a face reveal 👀👀👀 if anyone cares heh…)
nsfw, bathing, grouping, idk… its pretty short sorry😓 a little someone already read this but i added more plot so 🫡 hope you guys still enjoy!
The two of you are just trying to relax after a long day, slipping away to one of the hot springs tucked deep into the forest where the rest of the villagers rarely wander this late at night.
Steam rises in slow curls around the water, drifting up into the cool night air. The soft, white noise of insects humming and leaves rustling fill your ears in a comforting way.
The spring is warm enough to make your muscles ache pleasantly, heat soaking deep into your skin after days of constant work and exhaustion.
Your head tips back against the smooth stone behind you with a quiet sigh, eyes half-lidded as the tension slowly leaves your body.
Senku sits behind you, legs spread on either side of yours beneath the water, one arm draped loosely across the rocky edge of the spring while the other lazily traces shapes against your skin beneath the surface.
Neither of you speak.
It’s rare moments like this that feel almost surreal in the stone world. Moments where the constant pressure to survive calm down long enough for the two of you to simply exist together.
Maybe that’s why it feels so intimate.
Why the warmth of his body behind yours heats you in ways the spring itself cannot.
Why your breath catches the second you feel his lips brush against the back of your neck.
The kiss is soft at first—almost absentminded.
But then another follows—testing.
And another—teasing.
Slow kisses littered along the damp skin of your neck while steam curls around the two of you in lazy waves. His mouth drags upward toward your jaw.
You can feel the solid warmth of his chest against your back now, the rough callouses of his hands a stark contrast against skin softened by the spring.
One of those hands slides upward beneath the water—then the other.
His big palms cup your breasts fully, thumbs brushing over your nipples before his fingers begin tugging and circling them; rolling the sensitive peaks between his fingertips while he breathes you in like he can’t get enough. His mouth stays latched to your neck, sucking deep, lingering hickies in its wake, each one blooming hot against your skin.
A shaky sound slips from your throat before you can stop it.
Both of your hands move instinctively—one flying up to cover your mouth, trying to muffle the obscene, broken noises slipping past your lips, while the other reaches to clasp over one of his.
It does little to stop him though.
If anything, it only seems to encourage him further.
His hands are hungry—desperate in the way they roam your chest, greedily squeezing and groping to his heart’s content.
The roughness of his palms against your skin sends heat curling low in your stomach, your head tipping back against his shoulder as another shaky sound slips through your fingers.
However, you’re too caught up in the stimulation to realize one of his hands has stopped, it snaking up to capture the wrist of the hand covering your mouth.
His breath is hot against your skin, a shiver runs down your spine as he rasps in your ear,
“C’mon… let me hear you.”
Before you can react, his tongue drags slowly up the back of your neck before he blows on it softly.
The sudden coolness against damp skin pulls a helpless whimper from you instantly.
Senku chuckles quietly at your reaction.
Then his grip tightens just slightly around your wrist as he guides your hand downward, dragging it over your own body beneath the water.
Your palm presses against your stomach first.
Then lower—your waist, then over your hips.
Your breath hitches with every downward inch, anticipation bubbling hot in your stomach until finally—he presses your hand between your thighs.
Behind you, his nose nudges against your cheek, lips brushing just barely against your skin while his voice drops lower.
“I think you know what to do,” he murmurs softly.
A pause.
Then, quieter—
“Or… would you like a demonstration?”
an: sorry it's kinda ass... on another note though— how do we feel about ATLA? specifically Toph....👀 I'm gonna write for her regardless but I like hearing others opinions
