#unless i write angstsy shit...

"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.

"Shit, yeah, you're so... tight? Relax, idiot, or else I'll come."

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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