Work Text:
It was just a project, he told himself.
Just a project with a guy he’s had the fattest crush on since the school year started. Shuichi thought he would’ve gotten over the whole ‘schoolboy in love’ type of crushes once he graduated from high school, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. As soon as he saw you on the first day, he was hooked.
You had this air of confidence to you, meaning whenever you strode the halls—all eyes were on you.
Including his.
So a month later when he found out the two of you had been paired together for a physics project, his heart nearly jumped right out of his chest. Shuichi had no clue how he managed to land an opportunity as your partner, simply chalking it up to pure luck rather than you willingly choosing to partner with him.
Now, he was just about to walk out of the door of the classroom when he heard heavy footsteps padding down the hallway toward him. “Shuichi, wait up!” A voice called out, one that made butterflies flutter in his chest. The raven haired male turned swiftly, the sight of you with the biggest smile on your face made his breath catch.
You had this boyish grin on your face, one that seemed like it was just for him. Though you always smiled at everyone like that. But it wouldn’t hurt for Shuichi to think it was just for him, right? You stopped just a few feet in front of him, lips parted as you panted softly.
You reminded him of a huge puppy.
“Did you… need something?” Shuichi asked, trying to ignore the nervous lump in his throat. You tilted your head at him curiously, almost like you couldn’t believe he even asked you that. “The project, silly.” You said with a laugh that made Shuichi’s heart race. “I wanted to know if you’d wanna come to my dorm and hang out, work on the project together.”
Shuichi’s heart nearly exploded.
He thought you would’ve at most asked him to meet at the library—hell, even the park—but your dorm room? He had to be the luckiest guy on campus. He swiftly looked away from you, feigning nonchalance and gave you a curt nod. “Yeah, sounds good.” He muttered.
His answer made your lips quirk up into a wide grin, and if you had a tail—it would be wagging like its life depended on it. “Alright! I’ll see you later then, Shuichi!” And before he could get another word out, you bolted off to your next class, smiling like you just won the lottery.
—
Later that evening, you found yourself pacing in your dorm—the minutes passing like hours while you waited for Shuichi to show up at your door. Even if he was your partner for the project, you immediately scolded yourself for approaching him like that—let alone ask him to work together in your dorm alone.
You didn’t know why the other male made your heart race, or why your palms would become sweaty at the mere sight of him. He did things to your body—things you never thought you would ever feel towards another guy.
A soft knock jolted you out of your thoughts, and you practically tripped over your own two feet to answer the door. You threw a quick glance over your shoulder, making sure that your room looked at least a bit presentable before nearly yanking the door off its hinges.
There he was, the boy with raven hair and grey eyes that you swore you could get lost in. You both made eye contact, but Shuichi was the first to break it—a subtle blush adorning his cheeks.
He wasn’t one for eye contact, you realized.
“You… gonna let me in?” Shuichi asked almost sheepishly.
Now it was your turn to blush, warmth instantly spreading across your face. With a mumbled sorry, you stepped aside to let him in. Once he did, and you shut the door behind him—it was like the air had changed around the two of you. It made you feel lightheaded.
“You—you can sit on my bed, i-if you want.” You stammer, mentally cursing yourself for stuttering in front of him. Shuichi nodded, his lips twitching into a small smile as he took a seat on the edge of your bed, laptop resting on his thighs. It was a sight to behold really, the quiet boy you’ve had a crush on was in your room, sitting on your bed.
Letting out a trembling breath, you took your place next to him. You tried desperately to push down the heat that rose up your neck at the feeling of being so close to him, his warmth radiating through his clothes.
God did you want to touch him.
You shook the thoughts away, opting to avoid anything that would send blood rushing southwards. You already lectured yourself before he got here, telling yourself over and over again to not get your hopes up. You weren’t even sure if Shuichi liked you, let alone guys.
Which was why not even an hour later, you were stunned when small shoulder brushes turned into Shuichi straddling your lap—physics terminology turned shuddering exhales of breath against each other's now swollen lips.
Neither of you were sure what happened. One minute, Shuichi was explaining how friction worked—the next, your mouth was on his and he was climbing into your lap. Now you both were breathless, foreheads pressed together. Your body was thrumming with something you could only call desire, every nerve in your body alight.
The raven haired male felt so warm in your lap, and the pressure did nothing to stop the tent that was clear as day in your sweatpants. Shuichi could feel it, hard arousal nudging against his own. “Y-You should probably… get off of my lap now…” You whispered, your words coming out as more of a plea. If he kept sitting there, shifting around, you weren’t sure what you would do.
But Shuichi wasn’t moving. In fact, he was brave enough to roll his hips down against yours, the action sending a wave of pleasure crashing through the both of you. The air was heavy, and you could barely breathe. Your hands gripped Shuichi’s hips, guiding his movements despite your better judgement to stop before this got out of hand.
Though you both knew you were way past that now.
“Y/n…” He whimpered, his mouth finding the pulse point on your neck while he rutted against you. You threw your head back, baring your neck to him—and he latched on eagerly, biting and sucking dark marks onto your skin like he was trying to devour you. Your head was spinning, your mouth opening and closing as if to say something—though nothing ever came out but rasped groans and sharp intakes of breath with each roll of his hips.
You needed more—craved it.
“Need—need to touch you—” You managed to gasp out, holding him in place with one hand while the other worked on the tie of his sweats. Shuichi was trembling in your lap, the immense desire he felt barely contained—and you could tell by the way his hands flew to free your straining length as well.
Once you were both free, he wasted no time in wrapping his hand around your flushed cock—working almost desperately to make you cum. His eagerness tore a guttural moan from deep within you, and you nearly came right then and there. You regained your composure, your hand opposite from Shuichi’s fisting his leaking dick, pumping in time with him.
The raven whined, his head falling forward onto your shoulder. “G-God… please don’t stop—” He begged, the sound of his breathless words sending you closer to the edge. Shuichi’s hand only jerked around your cock faster, his hips bucking frantically into your own hand. You were so close, just on the precipice—and you could tell that he was too—but you just needed that final push.
You pulled Shuichi’s hand away from your length—yanking his hips forward—and closed your hand around both of your weeping cocks. It was euphoric. Shuichi cried out, the friction and pressure he felt so monumental that he couldn’t control himself. He came, hard—hot, white ropes coating your cock.
The sight alone made the tight coil in your gut snap, your orgasm hitting you like a punch to the chest. He rutted against your length, riding out his release. Shuichi was trembling, thighs twitching around your waist from the intensity of it all.
You were in no better shape.
You collapsed back against your mattress, pulling him down with you to lay on your heaving chest. You both lay there breathless for a while, Shuichi giving the occasional tremor on top of you. He was the first to break the silence, lifting his head to look at you. He had an embarrassed look on his face, a dark flush dusting his cheeks. “I… I really like you…” He mumbled.
Your chest tightened at the quiet confession—but you couldn’t help but let out an airy chuckle—finding it adorable that he still decided to confess even after what just happened. You wrapped your arms around him, ducking your head down just enough to press a warm kiss to his lips.
“I like you too.”