Afternoon at the Library
PART 1
Group projects were the worst.
Sure, it seems fine at first, maybe even considered a good idea to the naive. Sharing the workload so you don't have to do much individually? Seems like a good deal- if it actually ever turned out that way.
Which, for the record, it never did.
If there ever were a way to make even the most sane person commit murder- it would be because of a group project.
How could it be so difficult to get all group members in one place?! You all go to the same school, you all go to the same class! So why was it so hard to get all these motherfuckers to sit down and discuss the project?! At the rate it was going you were going to be the one shouldering all the work by yourself.
It didn't help that one of the members of your group was a well known delinquent who hardly ever showed up for class, and whenever he did come, he caused trouble. He was so uncooperative it made you clench your jaw in frustration every time you thought of him.
On the first day of the project, you asked him to pass some paper to brainstorm a little and he said nothing, just sat there with a flat expression, his legs kicked back on the table, lounging like it was his living room! It was like the teacher was trying to get you to fail, making you work with these bozos.
Now that you think about it, nearly all the members of your group were some kind of troublemaker, god you hope the teacher didn't group you with those people so you could be a 'good influence' on them. It was so annoying when they did that.
It never worked anyway! Surely they would've learned that by now. But no, you were stuck playing babysitter to people who probably still shoved little kids into toilets and said things like 'wagwan my g'.
You entertained the thought of asking your teacher if you could just do the project yourself, and- the more you thought on it, the more you realised that it was a good idea. Why should you do all the work and share the credit with those slackers? You deserved better, but still you felt the teensiest bit bad. Not too much, just a little bit.
You should probably give them one last chance, right? Just in case they all really did have to go to four funerals this week, all coincidentally when you asked them to go to the library together.
You reached into your bag and pulled out your phone, sending out a quick group text to all the other members.
Y/N: Hey this is Y/N, is everyone alright to come to the library after school today so we can get started on the pormject
Y/N: Project*
You waited a moment until your phone pinged, a notification popping up displaying the groups name. You unlocked your phone, then nearly smashed the thing to smithereens.
Five identical 'nah lol's greeted you and any last droplets of guilt you had evaporated.
Are these guys stupid?! You're not going to do the work just so these guys could get all the credit! Who do they think they are, treating you like- like - like some kind of pack mule they're piggybacking a ride to a better grade from?!
In that instant your mind was made up, time to go to the teachers lounge and ask- no. Demand that sensei let you drop those other ingrates and work by yourself.
Good luck passing this grade you bastards, looks like you'll be stuck here forever! With a gleeful skip in your step, you made your way from your home room to the teachers lounge, knocking on the door with full confidence.
Sensei opened the door and ushered you in, gesturing to a stool opposite him. You sat down, smoothing your skirt and opened your mouth.
"Sensei, I want to do the group project by myself," you said firmly. "My assigned group's been really, really bad at meeting up and actually doing anything. I feel like I'll be able to finish it quicker if I just do it by myself."
You're not usually so blunt and straightforward with your teacher, but it's the only way to kick those undeserving, slacking, weights off your way to a good grade. Your heart picks up when sensei smiles and opens his mouth, surely to say something like-
"Oh, of course L/N, you're so smart and talented, nothing like those slacking losers who probably don't have enough brain cells to generate a thought between them," he would then rub his chin with a rueful smile and say, "of course you can do the project yourself, I'm such a stupid old fart, giving you so much trouble with those neanderthals, I should probably throw myself in a retirement home already."
He would shake his head at his own stupidity and shame at having inconvenienced you so, "you know what? I'll give you 100% just because you're that much of a good student. Also, have fifty dollars just because you're so awesome."
You would both share a laugh and he would give you his wallet, and you would leave with high spirits, and a fat load of cash- except none of that would happen because sensei is interrupted.
A loud slam breaks through your deranged thoughts, bringing you to the present where you are penniless and sensei still hasn't answered your question.
You turn, and the last person you want to see is there, standing in the doorway, clutching the wood so hard you see cracks beginning to form in the wood. Your eyes bug out of your head at the strength.
"Ah, Haruchiyo-san, just the person I wanted to see," sensei says good naturedly, like Sanzu doesn't look like he's two seconds away from squeezing his head right off his old man shoulders. There's a crack all the way up to the ceiling, this guy should be caged behind bars because that was not normal!
You begin to form a nervous sweat on your brow, hoping Sanzu doesn't realise you were just planning on leaving him high and dry along with everyone else in your group not even ten seconds ago. You pray sensei doesn't bring you up whilst you do your best lamp impression, trying to blend in with the rest of the teachers lounge.
Unfortunately that doesn't work, and you're swivelled by your shoulders to face Sanzu who still has that pissed off expression on his face. Well. As pissed off as a blank expression can be for this guy, it's difficult to tell when half his face is always covered up by that black face mask.
"We were just discussing your group project, L/N-san here was just saying that-"
"-That we should totally do the project together, ahaha," you laugh nervously, face stretching wide and unnatural, hands clasped together to the side of your chin.
"Haruchiyo-san, let's... go to the library. Together. To do some work. Yep- definitely do some work. Ain't nothing more great than working. On the project. Which I love doing. With you."
You hope your stilted words were convincing enough to get sensei to shut the hell up.
Luckily, sensei drops what's he was about to say before. But he says something infinitely worse.
"Great, you two head over. It's a good thing you came now, the library's at its freest around this time, you'll find plenty of space for yourselves," he shuffles some things around his desk before giving you some paper and other things you'll probably need. "Take these and be on your way, if you start now you'll make good headway on the task."
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That is how you found yourself in the furthest corner on the library with Sanzu, irritably unpacking some notebooks from your bag and placing them on the table.
You would've liked to be closer to the front, where the majority of the reference materials you needed were, but Sanzu just headed further and further in until he sat in the darkest, most secluded corner he could find. You didn't dare say anything lest he try to kill you for daring to disagree on something as mundane as seating space. This area was so far from anyone else, you were sure that if he did try to kill you, they wouldn't find you until your corpse was mummified.
This shit seriously fucking suuuucked, you half-sobbed to yourself. You were supposed to get rid of him and ace that grade, not play librarian to a guy who probably hadn't ever picked up a book without intending to brain someone with it.
You sobbed, cheeks pinching as you begun to write down a reference, copying down the name B. Iggus-Dichuss et al. when Sanzu spoke for the first time, in well... ever, to you.
"Aren't you going to start working already?"
A vein nearly bust from your forehead.
Start working? Start working!? You've been trying to start working for several weeks already but none of these fuckers ever bothered to help and now this- this- this- jackass dares to say-!
You don't even have the words, just rise from you chair stiffly, go over to him, push his chair back, lean over him and plant your knee on the sliver of chair in the space between his legs.
You let out an incredulous giggle, laughing as if you found a particularly funny joke.
"Start working, huh?" you say, grabbing his shirt collar, jerking him forward. Your hair partially shadowed your face as you loomed over him. "You sure got a lot of fucking nerve, saying that to me when I've been working my ass off trying to get all you bastards in one fucking place to get started. This isn't just my grade, it's going to be yours too, if it weren't for me all you would get is a fat fucking zero. Aren't you going to take some responsibility?"
You yank him forward, until his face is close to yours, breath mingling together. You look down on him, from between the tips of your lashes. You look at him. And he looks back at you, a challenging glint in his half-lidded blue eyes, red slowly blooming on his face where the mask didn't cover. His face crinkled in a way that suggested a grin was forming beneath that mask of his, eyebrows lifting in an amused expression, and that just annoyed you more.
"Say that shit to me again and I'll get to work on your fucking face."
You drop his collar, mouth twisted into a fierce scowl and march back to your seat, dragging your chair out with a screech. You pick up your pen again, writing down some more citations, all while you feel his heavy gaze on you.
This guy sure is annoying, staring at you for so long, boy better mind his own business, you think. You wouldn't mind the staring so much since he is cute, long bleached hair and a bishounen type aesthetic is the first thing you're hit with when you look at him, who wouldn't find the guy cute?
If only he weren't so weird. You would definitely give him a little flirting, a little something back, but he was weird so you kept to yourself. Mostly anyways.
After an hours worth of work you dropped your pen, shaking out your hand huffing like you just ran a marathon. Which you technically did with your hand, that little guy was writing as fast as lightning, it was a close call between first place but he ultimately lost. Despite the shame that would plague it for generations it deserved a well earned break.
First place went to Sanzu who dropped his pen just a moment before yours, but of course you acted like you didn't notice because you were ignoring him right now.
You leaned back in your chair, stretching out fully, popping every crack in your back, it nearly made your eyes roll to the back of your head, it was that good of a stretch.
You felt Sanzu's eyes roaming your body, it felt hot, heavy in a way that you've never felt before, it excited you, stirring something within you, but you ignored it. Fixedly not looking at him but at the ceiling instead, half slumped in your seat.
You huffed out a breath before getting up, walking to the bookshelf opposite you, letting your fingers dance along the covers for the next research material you needed. Dee Easenuts? No, that was too outdated, Ligma B. Alls? No, that was too controversial, you did not want to break out a debate in your work just yet. Sugmah Dich? Perfect! You raised your hand along the spine and-
"I don't like being ignored," a voice directly behind you says.
You absolutely do not let out a sound suspiciously like 'eep'. You do not.
You whirl around.
"Fucking hell man, you need a bell!" you yell out loudly before remembering you're in a library. "People should not be that quiet, warn me when you're about to give me a damn heart attack," you hissed, a great deal quieter.
Sanzu doesn't say anything, just inches forward, step by step until your back knocks into the rows of books behind you. He lifts a hand and plants it next to your head, crowding you between him and the shelf, caging you in.
You hate to admit it but your heart rate picks up at the gesture, you look up at him from beneath you lashes, immediately anticipating his next move.
But he doesn't move any closer, just observes you, head titled to one side, only slightly. His long hair spills over his shoulder in a curtain, blocking the light filtering in from the windows.
He looks kinda hot like this, a traitorous voice in the back of your mind whispers.
But you don't want to seem cowed or anything, so you try to say something to get anything between you, even if it's just words.
"Hey- what do you mean 'I don't like being ignored'? I literally didn't ask Sanzu," his eyes narrow at the casual use of his name rather than 'Haruchiyo-san' but you ignored it. "All you do is run your mouth and say unnecessary things, you should really keep some things in your think-box rather than let it out."
Your minds catches up to you and in an instant you try to back peddle- did you seriously just say that to him?! Were you insane?
"H-hey what I meant to say was-"
"You want me to shut up, huh?" He leans in closer until his mouth is almost directly upon yours, hovering just above you.
"You better come and shut me up yourself."
You flounder and your heart is a thundering beat in your chest, you're sure that your face is positively aflame right now. You wait for him to do something- anything. You ache for him to put his hands on you, feel you, send lightning speaking up the surface of your skin, but he just stands there, watching, waiting, fixedly not doing anything.
Hesitant hands reach up, grabbing the lapel of his blazer, scrunching the fabric in your fists and you pull him so close there wasn't even room for a breath between you.
Well... he did say to come and do it myself.
You pull down the mask, and look at his whole face for the first time ever.
There were two marks on his face, shaped like diamonds on the edge of his mouth. It look like a dangerous kiss was placed upon him, leaving permanent reminders. He is beautiful, like a prince with his fair hair and his fair skin, like fresh fallen snow. Unfair, you think to yourself privately.
You see him dart his eyes down, no doubt to your lips, his face is blushing, a hard deep red, betraying the calm face he has on. It makes you squirm, you squeeze your thighs together in anticipation.
You kiss him, a firm press to his mouth that positively radiates heat, it burns your lips, searing a brand upon them.
You work you mouth against his, twisting you head for a deeper angle, you push against his hard chest, hands roaming up to his neck, he lets out a pleased hum that goes straight down to your core.
His hands, begin to make their way to your waist, playing with the edge of the white shirt of your uniform, you shed your blazer a while ago and never have you been more grateful for past you. The flimsy material offers no resistance for the blazing trail he leaves as he untucks it from your skirt.
Blistering heat speaks against your skin, he is gasoline pouring on you, burning you up in great hot-blooded all consuming want. Like one never you've felt before. He's ignited a flame inside that is devouring everything in its path now, set in motion a ball that won't stop rolling.
It is as maddening as it is exhilarating.
You break away from his mouth as you reach up a hand to his hair, you grasp the icy tresses and give a sharp tug, exposing the long smooth expanse of his neck. Your mouth melts a path over the pale skin, each kiss leaves a red flower blooming in its wake, Sanzu makes an interesting sound, a choked off moan you think. You felt him swallow it beneath the thrumming heat of your lips.
You suck a spot on his neck, near his collarbone, that causes him to let out a moan, not even bothering to stifle it, you face reddens to an inferno. You dearly hope that no one else heard that and comes to investigate.
Sanzu hands make it up your sides, unbuttoning the white shirt and pushing it off your shoulders, exposing your chest to the cool air. You feel the cold books against the skin on the back of your shoulders, reminding you that you are doing this in a library!
You break away, trying to signal him to stop so you can go somewhere else to continue your, um, endeavours, but he doesn't stop, he snakes his arms around your waist, lifting you up and away from the bookshelves and onto the table instead. He sets his hands on either side of you, caging you in again, and leaning forward to your neck, intending to pay back your previous administrations, his hair tickles your exposed skin.
"Hey!" you hiss, conscious that you could be discovered at any second. "I'm not saying we should stop, just that we should do this somewhere else, what if someone else see us? They'll find out I wear miku themed underwear, I'll never live it down-" You're interrupted by a hard object pressed against you thigh that has your mouth snapping shut.
Is that..? Well of course you know what it is- but. You've never actually felt one before. You experimentally edged your leg near it, it pressed into it, leaving a physical squish into your thigh. When they said hard-on they weren't lying, that thing can really hard-...on.
"You were gonna leave me with this, when you're the one who caused this?" he murmurs into your ear, quiet. You guess he finally remembered you were both in the library. "Aren't you going to take responsibility?" He parrots your words back at you.
You flush red, mouth moving but not forming any words.
"Well- yeah- I mean, I said we could do it somewhere else-"
He chuckles, a sound that leaves you light headed, your mouth snaps shut. He doesn't say anything else after that, but he does move to lean over you, so much so that you have to lay flat on the table, all the while he sucks bruises onto your skin. You pant harshly into the back of your hand, eyebrows scrunched up, trying to not make a sound, which he is making extremely difficult to do.
His hand loops behind you, you arch your back so he can unhook the clasp of your bra, letting your breasts fall free, on display for the boy on top of you. You turn your head to the side, feeling shy all of a sudden underneath his steady gaze, but you try to hide it under a sense of bravado.
"Like what you see?" you say to hide your nervousness.
"Yeah I do," he says, and you melt at the sheer want in his words. "You're so hot like this, splayed out on the table for me, so wet for me."
You would be lying if his words didn't go straight to your pussy.
He bends low, face ghosting the edge of your skirt, he flips it over onto your stomach, revealing your underwear. He places a kiss onto your thigh, bringing up his hand to thumb at your clit through your panties. A smoldering heat burns inside, you lean onto your elbows so you can better see the sight before you, and you are not disappointed one bit.
A guy like Sanzu between your thighs definitely is a sight to behold, frosted lashes low as he licks at you through your underwear, your toes curl and you let out a staggered pant at his ministrations. He puffs out a breath of air against your pussy, leaning back to hook his fingers on your underwear as he drags it down your legs. He leaves grazing pecks as he passes down, the top of your thigh, the inside of your knee, and a final one at your ankle. He throws it to one side and goes back down.
You almost cry out at the first lick he gives you, flat tongue against your pussy, a lasting stroke to the heat of your core. And he doesn't let up, stroke after sweep after lap against you. His hands hold you down tight as you try to buck at the stimulation, keeping you in place as he gives out ecstacy with his tongue. His nails dig into your thigh sending gracious pricks of pleasure to your brain.
You've never felt so good in your life before, head thrown back from the euphoric sensation. He continues to force his muscle against you, ravenous in his hunger.
Fire begins to burn in your core, you feel a charge build up, begging to release. You are close. So close.
"S-sanzu, gonna, g-" you mewl, curling up your fingers in his hair. "Gonna cum."
He adds a finger in response, working you open, forcing you closer to release. You tense up like a bow, back arching off the table, toes curling in your shoes, mouth opening in a silent wail.
F-fuck, you're gonna cum in the library, Sanzu's gonna make you cum in the library.
Sanzu's fingers curl inside you, a frenzied lick to your clit, a twitch to the left and-
It's like the bow snapped, you hit your release so hard you feel drool escape from your mouth, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you twitch and convulse on Sanzu's mouth. Breath hitching as your legs shake, you clutch Sanzu's hair, almost pulling out a few strands.
You ride out the wave of incredible pleasure, collapsing back onto the table, chest heaving, breasts rising and falling, sweat pouring off your body. Your eyelids growing heavy after the best orgasm you've ever had in your life. You stay there a while, getting your breath back.
You wipe the drool off with your shirt, now more awake after shaking off the post orgam bliss.
You turn to Sanzu who had moved himself to collapse on the desk after you, looking equally as blissed out.
You give him a long kiss, hoping to get him ready for-
"Your turn, baby."
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Word count: 3,989
A/N: I'm gonna leave that there, theres gonna be a part 2 in the future where Sanzu gets his turn but my hand be killing me and I've been working on this for a while now, so I'm just gonna post this now and post the part 2 another