When your last class was over you pulled out your phone and texted him.
You put your phone away and got ready to pack up for the day. After that you grab your bag and the flower that Senku gave you and leave your classroom for the day. A few days past and it's finally Saturday so you got ready and put on something nice and style your mini twist when you was finished you checked your phone to see if Senku gave the coffee shop location so you can drive or walk there if it's close and the coffee shop is really close so you decided to walk there and let Senku know you will be there soon. When you got there you could smell the freshly baked bread and muffins and saw Senku at the table and he waved at you and did the same as well as sat down at the table.
“Wow, I didn’t know this place was this close, not bad Senku!” you smiled.
“I told you I will win,” he smirked.
“Don’t get too cocky, we have to go to my favorite coffee shop next !” you said with a cocky smile.
“Yea, yea,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.
The waiter came to your table and took your order. You order an espresso and a chocolate muffin while Senku orders tea. While you two wait, y’all get to know each other more.
“So, what's it like being the smartest guy in the world?” you asked.
“It’s nothing special to be honest,” he chuckled.
“Whatever you mister, anyway, what do you like to do anything fun besides staying in your classroom?” you rise a brow.
“Ha, ha, well, I do like to hang out with my friends,”
“You with friends? And I thought your friend was science,” you laugh lightly.
“Very fun, but I do go out from time to time. What about you? What do you like to do in your free time?” he asked.
“Hm, I sometimes go for a nightly walk, also read manga, and feed the kittens near my apartment complex. They’re so cute!” you replied.
“Nice,” he smiles.
Soon the waiter came back with your guys' orders and placed them on the table. You two continue y’all convo after sometime you two finish eating and drinking.
“I'll be back, I'm going to pay, my treat,” he said while getting up and walking to the cashier and paying for everything. You got up and walked to the door and waited for Senku to come back. When he came, both of you walked out of the coffee shop.
“I must say the food and coffee wasn’t bad,” you mention.
“Told you, but let’s go to your fav coffee shop and really see who won,” he smirked.
“You on!” you smiled.
You two went to the coffee shop and sat near a window and waited for the waiter.
“Cute coffee shop,” he said while looking around.
“I know! I even know the owner so I kinda have a discount this time it's on me!” you said.
He laughs and replied, “Alright,”
Soon the waiter came to your table and took your guy's order. After that y'all continued getting to know each other while you waited for your order.
“Oh, yea, the team is having a staff party and I was wondering if you gotta come?” you asked.
“Hm, I might,” he replies.
“If you are, we should go together so let me know!” you smile.
“I keep that in mind,” he rubs the back of his neck and smiles.
Shortly, the waiter came back with the order and placed them on the table and walked away. You just order a cheesecake while Senku orders a chocolate cheesecake. You two ate and talked more later you guys finished eating and you got up to pay for the food. After that y'all walk out of the coffee shop.
“Well I think we both deserve a win,” you chuckle.
“Yea, we both got good taste,” he smiles.
You laughed lightly and said, “ I had a good time! We should do this again,”
feat. senku ishigami
synopsis: in which Senku got to know the girl by his side and wanted it to stay that way.
tags: fluff, oneshot, fem!artist!reader, possessive!senku, pre-petrification!
wc: 1616
a/n: cross-posted from ao3! edited slightly... 'tis an old one, but still good ^^
Surprisingly, it started around when they first met. The gusts of air blowing onto the plants and the mechanical whirring that emitted from the contraption captured the attention of a young girl nearby, tucking her sketchbook under her arm to further inspect the sounds.
"Woah, what is that?" The seven-year-old boy sighed at the unfamiliar voice, ready to defend his experiment once again from the foolish onlookers if he absolutely had to.
"It's an injector." Senku answered curtly, hands deftly moving while not even sparing a glance at the newcomer.
"Oh, is it?" He could sense them standing a few feet away from him, the sound of their humming filling the silence. "What're you using it for?"
"Building a rocket."
"A rocket? Like a bottle one?" The boy deadpanned, finally turning around to look at the person interrupting his work. She seemed to be around his age, tilting her head to the side and framing his experiment with her fingers. "Seems a bit too complicated for that... or heavy."
"No, it's for a real rocket. Are you done asking questions now?"
"Harsh. Can a girl not be curious about a wild machine in the middle of the park, with a boy around her age testing it?" She pouted, squatting down to look Senku directly in the eyes. He flinched and inched backwards a bit from her abrupt gesture, making the girl laugh.
"I'm [Name]!" She introduced, sticking her hand out towards the boy. "Currently working to be either a graphic designer or an animator. Hope you don't mind me helping you build that rocket of yours, 'cause it sounds plenty interesting!"
"...Senku." He responded, shaking her hand with a small smirk on his face. "Currently working to go to space. Good to have you on the team, [Name]."
For the next few years, [Name] continued to help Senku with his work as best as they could, even though the girl was immensely confused at the vast amount of knowledge he had learned.
"Wait... so, this connects to this?" She held up two wires in the mess of mechanical parts he had laying on the ground. "It's the same color, so..."
"No, stupid, how are two wires going to connect without something to hold them together? Here, just give me that..."
"Oh! That makes sense. Geez, you're too smart for your own good, Senku!"
He paused, then waved off her bright smile and went back to building his experiment. "Yeah, whatever."
The encouragement wasn't uncommon to hear, especially after continuously having people compliment him time after time, but... this seemed ever-so-slightly different to the boy.
"So, what can you do?" Senku asked, crossing his arms. "I'm gonna need to know your skill set to see how you can help with the rocket, otherwise there's no point to any of this."
"Okay, I get it, don't kick me out when I just joined!" [Name] sheepishly laughed, raising her hands in defense. "I don't really have enough money to buy any state-of-the-art equipment, so... I sort of make do with what I can see already. I, uh, draw environmental sketches and stuff around me to get a better understanding of the world."
"In that sketchbook of yours, right?"
"Yep!" She nodded, flipping a few pages to show him her work. His eyebrows slightly raised at the sketches she had drawn out, from multiple portrayals of day-to-day life to whole illustrations with detailed images full of sunsets and skylines.
Compared to his diagrams, his was more technical, but hers was as if the pictures were taken from a camera lens—no, maybe even straight out of the human eye; like looking through someone else's point of view. They were just so detailed that it had Senku scrutinizing every little mark to get the entirety of the picture in his head.
"Wait, what's this—?"
"Ah, hey—!" [Name] snapped out of her daze (was she looking at him?) and noticed him flipping through more pages in her sketchbook, snapping it shut with one hand. "I showed you the ones I wanted you to see, don't just go snooping through the rest of it!"
"...Sorry, sorry." He averted his eyes, rubbing the back of his neck.
For a second, he thought he saw a sketch of himself working on one of his older experiments in one of the pages, but he must have been wrong. Senku could feel a slight flush on his cheeks beginning to work up to his ears, pinching his arm slightly to focus on something else.
"...Anyways, I'm pleasantly surprised by the amount of work you put into your art, so you're totally welcome to join the team. As of now, it's just us two."
"Nice!" She cheered, pumping a fist in the air. "I'll do my best to help however I can!"
She wasn't very good at science, he noted with a dumbfounded expression as he watched the girl get confused over balancing chemical equations, but [Name] was definitely one of the more determined ones he's met. After Taiju joined their makeshift group, work was done at a faster and more sufficient rate than before, but all eventually came to the conclusion that they were stuck with not enough information to work on the rocket by themselves.
"Then why don't you ask the actual pros for help?" Ten-year-old [Name] tapped her fist on her palm, pointing at Senku with a broad grin. "You know, like NASA? Since they're the ones with rockets and all."
"NASA?!" Taiju's eyes widened at her suggestion. "Do you even think anyone there would bother taking a bunch of kids seriously...?"
"Hehehe... that's a wild proposal I've heard in a while from you, [Name]." Senku cracked his knuckles and pulled out the dictionary he had, facing his computer screen with a smirk. "It won't hurt to try contacting them, and there's bound to be someone out there interested enough to share some advice with a couple of curious kids."
Her ideas were fascinating in their own way, and they continued to support Senku's never-ending curiosity for possible inventions and perspectives on how the world worked. She gave new questions to ask and solutions to reach, filling his mind with the satisfying need for continuous challenges.
Yet, to be able to further grow his curiosity, he would need her by his side, right?
"Ah, sorry Senku, could you repeat your explanation again? I swear I was listening to a good portion of it, but I dazed out halfway through, ahaha..."
He tilted his head, glancing between her sketchbook laid out on the table filled with drawings of someone he didn't know and the sheepish look on her face.
"How come you've been so distracted lately?"
"Oh, nothing really, it's just this guy that's in my art class has been needing some help with the work to catch up on. He recently transferred here, so I volunteered to help him out." She explained, twirling a pencil between her fingers. "We were talking about that one really cool anime that's about a group of kids making an anime and how they went into depth of animation and stuff the last time I saw him, so I'm wondering if he caught up with the latest episodes yet."
"You're too nice for your own good."
"Geez, what's that supposed to mean?" [Name] snickered, standing up to gather her belongings. "Anyways, I gotta go now since it should be around the time we're supposed to meet up. See you later in the next club meeting, Senku!"
He lifted a hand in response to her wave, watching her exit the science lab with an unknown emotion building up within his chest. His hand slowly fell once he could tell she was out of the vicinity, and he let out a long, drawn-out sigh.
"Alone in the room again, huh..."
Senku didn't exactly crave for companionship, and he definitely didn't want to force her to stay with him, but working on his experiments by himself as the days went on without someone to comment on his actions made the effort feel more... tedious. His head would instinctively glance in the space she'd made for herself by his side, not hovering too close but still enough for him to note her presence.
"Don't think a bit of research would do any harm..." He muttered, powering on his laptop with firm resolve. "Let's see who this guy is, hm...?"
── ࣪˖ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ──
"...Hey, you're back." Senku spoke out upon watching the girl enter the club room, closing the door behind her and immediately pulling out her sketchbook. "Not as busy anymore?"
"Seems so... the dude I was talking about got a tutor and is steadily catching up to everyone else, so I'm not needed anymore, ahaha." [Name] forced out a laugh. "Wonder where he found one after he was saying how it's hard to find one nowadays?"
"Probably his friends or something." He shrugged, finishing looking over the email in his inbox and closing his laptop. "And... no need to take this seriously or whatever, but you're always welcome here."
"Huh... really?" She visibly brightened, her gloomy mood from before fading away. "I'll take you up on that offer then, Senku! Get ready for a load of information then, 'cause you'll never believe what I started finding around town!"
And like that, everything was alright in the world again, with her by his side once more.
"Keep your eyes on me," Was a fleeting thought of his, as he listened to her rambling and watched the enthusiasm in her expression grow.
All just to find out what she thought, what was going on inside that observant mind of hers, for as long as he could.
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antibiotics antiromantics kinda update (senku x reader zombie apocalypse au)
hai everypony it's been forever whoops how did that happen sorry anyways
I NEVER GOT TO ACTUALLY CONTINUE ANTIBIOTICS ANTIROMANTICS AND I REALLY WANT TO WORK ON IT AGAIN BIR IM A LAZY CHUD SORRY SO HERES SOME OF TBE NOTES I MADE FOR IT WHEN I WAS LOCKED IN LONG AGO 😢😢😢😢😢
taglist: @chericos @sckzzn + 2 other people whose users don't work because it's been so long and idk if u guys even remember this fic but like 🥹
First, he turns on the light and spends some time interrogating you. Not forceful, just casual. Is it anxiety? Is it the energy drinks? Are you scared? Are you uncomfortable?
Whatever your answer is, he moves to fix it right away while you lay there half dead from sleep deprivation. He brings you tea and lavender, changes the temperature, lets you rant, installs a night light, grabs your medication, whatever it may be that he decided was the solution to your little problem. Clinically and quickly. Efficiently. Without a second to waste. Productivity requires sleep, after all.
But the equation is just a bit more complicated than he might have presumed. You seem more drowsy than you were before, but you're still not asleep.
And while being a scientist requires a little trial and error, it also requires sometimes stepping outside the previously established boundaries of the experiment and the solution.
He slides into bed with you and holds you close to his chest. It's foreign to both of you, but he's able to settle into it after some time. He even combs through your hair with his fingers and rubs circles on your back. He'll talk to you softly so as not to "impede on his progress" (jar you awake). This all lulls you to sleep faster than any other method he's tried before.
It seems like the straightforward answer is not always the most effective.
I need someone to write a fanfic where reader belongs to another universe (very cliché i know but hear me out) like Project Hail Mary, where she was sent to a mission knowing that she would die for the sake of the humanity. Being the only one who survived in the crew, she spent what semmed years in isolation, apart from the computers, that could barely keep an emotional conversation, until she finally fulfilled the task to save the human race (it could be the same problem as the movie or another one). Ready to die, she enjoys her last moments and resources before injecting the lethal dose. But right before that happens, the ship begins to tremble, she decides to try to make the ship stable again so she doesn’t die in agony, the least thing she could do to herself after all. The ship starts spinning, which leaves her unconscious or unable to reach the controls. But instead of dying, she goes through some kind of wormhole.
She wakes up in the middle of the sea, her ship no where in sight. The only visible thing is an island not far away. She doesnt even understand how she is still alive, or even if she is alive at all, but as her instincts are stronger, she starts swimming towards it. Once she gets to touch the sand she collapsed and stares to the sky, her brain trying to process not only the events that just happend, but all her trauma. Thinking that might be the afterlife. Night comes and stars begins to show their glow, she realised she is looking at the very same sky from her home, it couldn’t be, it must be some contusion, but how, she was years away from her home and the last fuel was used to sent the samples. Maybe she was indeed dead.
Even if she was, she couldn’t just stay there. Not because she was brave and adventurous, but because it was the only option left. That is how she travels through the island, only to be surprised when she finds that there are other people, but not like she left behind once, primative people. After analyzing all the variables, she concludes that it is the best to stay on the sidelines. Choosing to live in a comfy cave where no one would disturb her.
That changes when a group of maniacs arrive in a ship and get the majority of their crew turned into stone. It gets the best part of her, after all she already looked in the eyes of Death itself once.
I would love if someone focused in what happens in psyche of the characters. Who and what has the reader left behind for the noble cause. I am a sucker for senku but i leave that choice for someone that wants to write something like this jeje. It would make sense if the reader was just a bit older than the rest, so as she could becoming some sort of emotional support (even though the oc has enough problems for herself), taking into account how young everyone is during the previous events. Cause to be real, senku and the rest went through a lot of shit while still just teenagers.
Dr stone guys reacting to you asking to have your boo boo kissed
Scenario: You cut yourself on your finger around your knuckles and put a bandage around it. Afterwards you went to your husband asking him to “kiss your boo boo”
Author’s notes: Don’t worry I didn’t forget about my Doctor Stone fans
Senku Ishigami
He’ll giggle as soon as you say it since he has the same type of humour.
Will hold your hand then pause just to say this is unsanitary and stuff
“Fine, I’ll kiss your boo boo if you kiss mine.”
Will kiss your finger while laughing
Might become a habit for you guys whenever you get small cuts that aren’t bleeding.
Joel
Flustered for no reason. He forgets he has the option to say no. Not that he would.
Slightly questions if it’s sanitary but you’d never ask him to if it wasn’t, right?
Will but very slowly
Will squeak after he’s done
Thinks about it for awhile afterwards
Ryusui
Laughs until he realizes you’re serious
He has never done this before but he isn’t against it
He will kiss your hand
Kisses your hand a little too passionately. As if you’re some sort of maiden that he’s decided to court
Byakuya Ishigami
He’s way to excited about this
He isn’t just doing it because you asked. He wants to
Will kiss it then will ask if you have any other boo boos to be kissed
Next time you’re hurt he’ll ask if he can. He will ask so often even you may get annoyed
Will also expects his boo boos to be kissed as well. He will whine if you refuge.
“My dear wife is refusing to kiss her injured husband. Don’t you know I’m in terrible pain and only you can make it better?” - Byakuya with the smallest of cuts on his cheek
Gen
“What?”
He’s not kissing there directly but will kiss your other fingers.
In his head he’s thinking “What are we? Kids in elementary school?”
Might humour you the first time but won’t again
Thinks you’re slightly weird but loves you nonetheless
Chrome
He’s wondering if this is some modern century thing
He wasn’t opposed to it so he did it. He just didn’t expect you to ask because it’s a weird request
If you do it back he’s slightly flustered by how good it feels when you’re actually hurt
Might quietly ask you to kiss him another time since it does make one forget about pain
Ginro
Why didn’t he think of that first? He never knew this was an option
Yeah he’ll kiss it then ask if that was romantic to you
You’ll end up kissing his injuries like 20 times more often then he does yours
He’s asking every single time. He won’t let you complain about whether or not specific injuries are sanitary to kiss
That’s your life now. Kissing him whenever the slightest thing happens to him. He might even accidentally give himself a scratch so you can kiss him
Kinro
A little perplexed by your request but he will if it makes you happy
Might ponder one day slightly how it feels like. He won’t ask but you have a feeling
Surprisingly likes when you do but won’t ask
Will kiss it when you ask. Won’t kiss it if you don’t
Magma
He will laugh so hard at you. He is not doing that
Will be wheezing as he repeats your request.
Him? The husband kiss his wife’s minor injury? As if
Won’t stop you from kissing his injuries but he wouldn’t ask. His injuries are badges of honour so he likes when you touch them but doesn’t care much for them being kissed
Moz
Sure he will kiss it
Will offer if he sees you with another small cut to kiss it as well
He doesn’t mind random weird requests like this as long as it keeps you quiet
Taiju
Yeah he will kiss it. He has always wanting to see what it feels like ever since he was a kid
When he was younger he asked Senku if he could and Senku said no (platonically)
18+, penetrative, blow job, mainly dom senku, virgin reader, i suck at this. 2.3k
[1]
After finding Senku in such a state-- such a pathetic state for you-- your cheeks warmed. Just watching him for those twenty or so seconds made you wet.
"I--"
Senku opens his mouth to give another excuse, but he closes it. He has an unreadable expression, cogs in his mind turning. His hand still grips your underwear just because he doesn't know what to do with it. Dispose of the evidence, in front of you? Beads of cum run down his fingers, staining his top.
"What--" he starts again, confused, eyebrows furrowing as you approach him. You get onto the mattress, approaching his still body in the middle. He looks shellshocked, not believing his eyes. You take the panties from his hand, discarding them to the side as you lift his fingers toward your lips.
Your tongue slides against the side of his finger, picking up the white beads that stuck to him.
"Seriously, Sen, you're such a pervert," you tell him off before you snuck two digits past your plump lips and into your mouth. He stays still, feeling your tongue slowly move up and down, teasing.
His expression softens, staring at you with half-lidded eyes, like a man tricked by the siren's song. You look up at him with big eyes, as if asking what's wrong.
Suddenly, he shoves his fingers deeper, making you gag. He lets out a shaky breath. He cups your face with his other hand, caressing your cheek with his thumb in slow circles. He opens the two fingers around your tongue, pushing them in and out against the muscle.
He's not looking at you anymore, his full attention on the way your mouth takes him. The way your lips move when he pulls them out. With a 'pop', he takes them out, coated with stringy saliva.
You giggle, raising your hand to clean your lips, but before you do, he slips his fingers into your hair. Senku pulls you in and licks the edge of your lip where the saliva, kissing you. Hard. Like a man starved.
Your noses bump, a sign of Senku's inexperience, but he devours you anyway. He isn't shy about using his tongue, licking your bottom lip when you part for air.
"Woah..." you say, looking at him. His hair is scattered now, green locks sticking to his jawline. His cheeks were pink from arousal. Drops of sweat trickled from his neck and stuck to his red top.
Your eyes trail down his body, to find his cock hard and red. Precum dribbled from the tip. His jean zipper was barely down enough to free it, his boxers still in the way.
Grazing his jeans, you look at him with expectation to take them off. Instead, he rolls over and stands, towering before your kneeling figure on the bed. He grips the middle of his dick, dripping.
Letting out another shaky breath, "Please... suck-- blow me. I... I'm--." The man raises his chin to stare at the ceiling, in shame at his first words to you after this started. He shuts his eyes, eyebrows furrowing, "I'm so fucking hard."
Raising your face to meet his pink tip, you smile against it. Your tongue sticks out to lick the tip, tasting the salty precum on the tip of your tongue. He slaps his cock onto your cheek, telling you to open. You comply, and he quickly inserts himself.
You gag at the swift action, but before you could take any semblance of control back, his slender fingers dance through your hair and he face fucks you. His hips shake against your face; tears welling in your eyes.
"Ah... fuck, yes... yes, just like-- that," he groans when you suck your cheeks in around his length, feeling the veins pump blood through his cock.
"You're such a good girl, you're so-- so, good--" Senku moans. The praise soaks your panties . His ponytail is low now, loosened by the shaking.
Tears run down your cheek, pushing your hands slightly against his thigh. He lets you breathe, taking his cock out of your mouth. It's slick and shiny, pressed against the side of your face.
He sighs, smiling at you, "I'm the pervert? You're the one leaving your underwear out when you know I'm coming."
You smile lazily, wiping the tears that had begun to run against your makeup, "Well, I didn't know I had it out."
He grips the base of his cock, eyebrows furrowing, "Liar."
With one hand, he pushes your back onto the bed. He's over you, one hand still on his dick. He starts kissing your nape, like he did in the club-- a memory you deemed to be a dream. You moan against the graze of his lips, biting and sucking in the right places. He moves down to your collarbone, leaving a small hickey near the collar of your shirt. He lifts up your baggy top, revealing your bra.
It was a lacy yellow, with accented pink flowers. He stares down at your tits, eyebrows slightly raised.
"Somethin' wrong?" You suddenly felt exposed under his gaze, like he was judging you.
"You are ten billion percent the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he says earnestly. You turn your head to face the wall, a bit surprised at his honesty. He moves to unclip your bra at the back, letting your breasts out.
With one hand he fondles one, pressing down on your soft fat, and the other hand is lightly going up and down your stomach. He leans over to kiss your body again, rearranging himself to lift your legs over his thighs.
He kisses your tits, and his other hand moves back down until he's at the hem of your joggers. You had put them on when going to check Luna's car.
He raises the band with a finger, "Can I?"
You nod shyly, not being able to look at him. This was a complete 180 to the Senku you usually knew, he was always assertive but in this context-- it seemed unusual.
He shimmies your joggers back off, revealing the shorts.
"You've got an advanced security system down here," he joked, helping you push down the shorts to reveal a matching yellow set of underwear.
"Shut up."
He slightly lowers his jeans and boxers as well to his mid-thigh.
He hums, slapping his cock against your underwear. You slightly whimper at the action, unaware of how desperate you were for him now. Your body felt sensitive; and if he kept teasing--
Senku slightly pushes his tip against your panties, finding your hole. One hand is on your thigh that's ontop of his kneeling leg. His hips jerk, stopping himself humping into you, instead grinding painfully slow against your clothed clit.
"You know, I've..." He pauses, looking at the bedsheets beside you, "... liked you. I didn't think this would ever happen."
"You're such an idiot, Sen," you say, wrapping your legs around his torso, pulling him closer. You started moving your hips in rhythm with his grinding.
"I always liked you too, and you weren't like-- secretive about it or anything."
"What?" He says, face growing red.
"I mean, Gen and Chrome aren't really subtle."
"Ugh," he says, with a finger pulling down your panties to your knees, "I hate them both."
You watch him trying to line himself up with you, and fear grips your throat. You open your mouth, a small sound coming out. He looks at you quizzically.
"I-- be gentle, please."
"Are you--?"
"Uh, yeah."
"What about your ex?" Senku raises his eyebrow. You look away, cheeks warm.
"That doesn't mean we did anything."
"Well, that's better for the both of us. First time." He said it calmly, not an ounce of shame in his words. You felt a little relieved that he was a virgin too, and perhaps even more relieved that he hadn't done this with anyone else. You tried to bury the jealousy flickering in you.
Senku spit on his dick, jerking himself off for a few seconds before adjusting himself to fuck you. He had a small lopsided smile, his hair messy and cheeks flushed.
You feel his hot tip press against your hole, and you try to relax. He continues to push inside, and you groan at the discomfort of practically being pried open.
"Are you okay?"
"I think," you said. He continues, until he's halfway in and stops.
"The female body typically needs time to adjust at a foreign object, even when aroused, don't push yourself."
"Stop speaking so clinically about me," although, you were alleviated that he took a break. His dick was long, not too much girth, but it still felt like a burn at first. You took a couple of seconds, before managing to relax again.
"Okay, you can..." you stopped short, embarrassed by the words you meant to say. He doesn't mind.
Senku was fully inside you, his dick hitting the perfect spot you didn't even know you had. A small moan escapes your lips when he adjusts himself, earning a smug grin on his face.
"Fuck, I'm so good you're moaning without me moving even a millimeter?" He grips your hips, lifting them slightly to shift a pillow under you.
"Shut up," you felt you'd told him to be silent a bit too many times now. The smirk doesn't leave his face when he starts slowly-- and methodically-- pumping into you.
He goes deep, hips hitting your ass. His pace is leisurely, watching your face shift intently.
"Subject seems to respond positively to a slow, rhythmic rate."
You answer breathily, "Stop... turning this into an experiment."
"It's more fun that way," he leans over you again, using his forearm to support him. His lips were close to yours, glossy and pink. He continued to thrust into you, speeding up as he began to sink into the bed-- next to your neck.
His thrusts are faster now, but controlled. He keeps pumping deep into you, leaving you to grab the bedsheets in pleasure. Senku groaned into your ear, but it resembled breathy gasps than moans.
"Fuck, right--" he moaned into your neck, forearm trapping you under his body as he continued to speed up, "Just the right frequency."
He began to kiss your neck again, instead of hickeys leaving sloppy wet kisses. He seemed satisfied enough just marking you with his spit. His other hand tightens his grip with your hip, moving it in sync with his thrusts.
"Sen-- ah, Senk--"
He suddenly leaves your hip, and clenches your cheeks; your lips pressed together. You look at him, "H-hm?"
"Call me that again. Say that again. Please."
His eyes are glossy, face pink and sweaty from his now shallow thrusts. His tip pushed in and out of you, precum spreading around. He pushed into you again, but barely moved.
You repeat tentatively: "Sen?"
You swear you feel his dick twitch in you, and he starts pounding into you again.
He sounded uneven, "Yeah, you're so cute when--" he stops, thrusting hard. It almost made you scream. Your head was spinning. He doesn't stop that pace now, with deep and fast thrusts. He doesn't bother finishing the sentence, instead chasing his release. He was already close when you sucked him off, but this was something else entirely.
He'd have to study this, at some point. With you, again. The chemicals releasing in his brain were intoxicating. It felt like every nerve in his body was alive, sensitive to the touch. His dopamine levels were definitely rising, and-- fuck, he couldn't think straight. His orbitofrontal cortex was misfiring; it must be. Because there was no way your pussy was driving him crazy. What a stupid phenomenon. Yet he continued to chase it.
The room was reverberating the sloppy sounds from you two. Your slick practically stuck to his groin when he pulled away. It seemed like the man couldn't bear a second with your two bodies apart, fucking you at a speed you didn't even know he had in him. When you squeezed him, he let out a long groan, practically falling into your chest.
"I'm going to cum," you babbled, clutching his forearms for support. He hummed in acknowledgement, low enough you almost didn't hear.
"Me too," he said quickly, as if his words didn't work any more. He leant into the nape of your neck, continuing at the brutal pace he set. You were sure you'd be sore tomorrow.
He loses his rhythm, hips shaking.
You feel like a wave comes over you, hard. It crashes into you, and you tense under Senku. Your slick wet pussy grips him as you cum.
Senku seems to reach his climax aswell, as he holds you tighter and pulls out onto your stomach (perhaps using the last surviving intelligent part of his brain).
Thick cum spills onto your stomach, with almost a pearl-like candescence. He holds his dick, pumping out the last of the cum out.
He lets out a long sigh, chin turned up to the ceiling as he finishes. You cover your face with your hands, dealing with some post-orgasm clarity.
He touches your arms, wanting to move them away: "Why're you hiding? You're too pretty to cover up, it's totally irrational."
"Ughh.." you groan, turning your head away as an extra security measure. You just fucked your best friend. And your house mates were going to come back soon. You pushed everything out of your head, and peeked at him through your makeshift 'cover'.
"Can we cuddle?"
"Should we get takeaway?" You hummed, scrolling through delivery apps on your phone. Senku was holding you by the waist as the big spoon. You were both spent.
"Don't you still have to study?"
"Ugh."
"That exam won't do itself, idiot."
You stay quiet. Senku begins squeezing your waist, "You know, first law of thermodynamics. Spend your energy revising first, then fuel with food. It's 100% logical."
You try to crane your neck backwards towards him and fail. Instead, you sneak out of his grip and sit up. You're giving him a death stare.
"If you mention thermodynamics again I'm gonna cut your hair and use it in a stir fry."
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a/n: not proofread. lord help me if i didnt finish this today it wouldve sat in my wip forever. i hate tagging so much next fic is gonna have random tags from a wheel spin idgaf .
also sorry for the wait lol im working soo much these days, prof!sen fic is in wip!! chp1 might be done by next week (optimistic time)
