Sexual Tension🍸 // Rantaro Amami x M!Reader

Day One

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Rantaro barged into the classroom slamming the sliding door open before rushing to his seat, confusing nearly everyone for a moment. Until they saw Y/N barge in after him, beginning to chase the green-haired man to the back of the classroom before tackling the latter to the ground.

"Haha, bitch." Y/N exclaimed triumphantly. "Now give me my sketchbook back, idiot." 

Rantaro rolled his eyes, wiggling his arms which had been pinned to the ground on each side of his head. "Well, I would if I could."

Realization hit Y/N as he got off of the taller man and started to mutter apologies under his breath. The cocky attitude had suddenly escaped the boy as he sat at his seat and left Rantaro to get up and sit next to him, followed by a brief handoff of the sketchbook in question.

Class had began, the initial tension between the two boys fizzled out a bit and they exchanged their normal playful glances while the teacher's back was turned. Eventually, Rantaro had decided to pass Y/N a note, inviting him to the restroom.

This seemed to be a normal thing, at this point. The first time they had this little affair, it was almost as if it were planned.

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"May I use the bathroom, Sensei?" The green-haired boy hummed.

"Sure, don't take too long." Was all that the teacher needed in order for Rantaro to practically zoom out of the classroom.

It seemed that the fact that Y/N left earlier slipped the teacher's mind and it let the two off scot free. Rantaro zoomed through the hall, passing anyone who had a free period and leaving them confused and/or confused.

Y/N leaned against one of the stalls, waiting to see the boy enter. As soon as the striped sweater swished into the space, he perked up and got ready to do what he was planning.

"You took your fucking time, huh?" Y/N snared.

Rolling his eyes and stepping closer, even out of breath, Rantaro replied. "Shut it. What do you need me here for?"

Both boys knew why they were there. Rantaro wanted to raise a reaction out of Y/N, not just the anticipatory one in his pants.

The shorter boy, yes, Y/N is shamefully shorter than Rantaro, rolled his eyes and dramatically pulled Rantaro towards him as the two engaged in a fast-paced kiss. The moment quickly escalated as the unnecessarily horny boys began to make more and more noise in the crammed  stall. Short, airy swears could be heard throughout the dimly lit school bathroom, followed by occasional clanking of one of the boys colliding with the metal material of the stall.

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"-ntaro? Come back to Earth, idiot,"  Y/N waved a hand across Rantaro's dazed, hazy field of vision. 

The spacey boy shook his head and redirected his empty gaze at the SLIGHTLY shorter boy in front of him. "Huh?"

Y/N crossed his arms and shifted his weight to one leg, glaring at Rantaro. 

"OH, yeah! Hey Y/N-chan!~" What a fucking tease. Y/N hates when the green-haired fuck calls him Y/N-chan, because it feels so humiliating when he says it. 

"Shut up, let's get to fucking already." 

"Bold of you to say," Y/N paused. "But I guess we should hurry."

At that, the two perfectly collided, warmly kissing each other as they went through their practically rehearsed motions. By the time they'd organized themselves to initiate their quickie, Y/N positioned behind Rantaro, gripping his hips harshly before halfway removing his and the former's pants to allow movement and such.

KNOCK KNOCKITY KNOCKER KNOCK