[this is literally just a writing exercise for me because I feel like I'm struggling in English but I'm NOTT.. so.. 😍 have fun with this goofy lil fic and pretend I didn't leave for 2 years]
"Intro"
SEMI RANTARO POV? MAN IDK...NOT REALLY..
|To most people, lazing around in a school yard, garden, etc.. wouldn't be the biggest of a deal, right? Everyone must've done it at some point, getting tired of the endless lessons put upon children like they can hold the world. Well, obviously if you were Rantaro Amami or any of the other 15 students, that's exactly what you would need to do in this situation. Uphold the world for your other classmates fate.|
|Everyone knew that Rantaro wasn't stupid, even though he didn't even know his talent. The green haired man was cool-headed in most situations, even when being shoved in a killing game with no recollection of anything. You too wouldn't have been too surprised to find the man lounging around in the dim school yard.. garden. He'd just sit there and stare, that was quite literally all he did at the moment. Now most people wouldn't have found that a problem but of course, if you were a robot with a strong sense of determination too... you would find conflict in what the man was doing.|
| What was the man doing you might be asking? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. It isn't rocket science to at the least notice how he should've been doing something! Either figuring out a plan to escape or find out who put us here... just anything useful! If this wasn't infuriating, the robot wouldn't would've been able to guess what was. After some careful consideration about it, the robot decided something needed to be done. |
| The robot, mostly known as Kiibo or any other nickname given to him by his peers, was standing in the doorway to whatever you'd call the outside area of the "school". The expression of frustration was plastered on his face, arms crossed. While, Rantaro was hazily looking off into space. Slouching down on some random boulder and relaxing. Hell, it wouldn't be out of the question to assume he fell asleep at some point. Kiibo, trying his best to give off a better expression of annoyance, walked over to the oversized rock and stared down the green-haired man. |
| After a questionable amount of silence, the robot cleared his throat put his hands on his hips, all while still looking down at Rantaro. A good few seconds passed before he'd stretch out his arms and give Kiibo a tired look, raising one of his eyebrows and tilting his head. In the pursuit of Amami's reaction, the robot had grown an even more annoyed appearance and spoke up. |
• "Amami, are you aware that it is completely unacceptable to be lazing around at this time! You out of all people should know that we all want to get out of here, correct?" Kiibo ended his statement with a sound mimicking a hmph. •
• Rantaro blinked slowly and took a minute to process what Kiibo was saying to him. He shook his hand and lazily muttered, "Hm... What do you expect me to do..? Honestly, I'd prefer to do anything later, or... when we have a full understanding of the situation..", ending his thought with a quiet scoff. •
• Obviously, Kiibo didn't take that too well. The annoyed look on his face quickly washed off with an expression of disbelief. The robot shook his head and grabbed Amami's arm, yanking it so he'd be standing up. Rantaro was brought up from his comfortable spot on the floor and onto wobbly feet in the near seconds. "Oof-! Hey..! You can't lift people up like that without a warning, ya know? Hm, Guess robots aren't the cautious pieces of metal they show on the sci-fi channel.." Rantaro commented while giving off a staged sigh, all the while rubbing the new bruise slowly blooming on his arm. Kiibo gave off a loud gasp at the words leaving Rantaro's mouth. Not long after, The robot stormed off to what someone could assume to be the shed and hearing the words "THATS ROBOPHOBIC!" from a distance.
| Amami eventually went back to laying down, slipping his mind that the snow-haired robot even visited him while thoughts of his predicament clouded his mind. He didn't consider himself as some mastermind or genius when it comes to these situations, but it's the least he could do. Maybe he would go and see what the others were doing, or not. Knowing them, they were probably idiotically destroying shit. Rantaro eventually settled to explore some more around the outside, whats the worst that could happen anyway? |
| As surprising as it is, the worst happened. Amami was kicking rocks and examining the odd plants that inhabited the outside until he got a peak of what was happening in the shed that was conveniently in the middle of the place. Kiibo was there on his tippy toes, chest flushed against the wooden wall, legs spread out, and to top it all off, he had his hands reaching up at what someone could assume to have been a shelf set up nearing the roof. Amami stared at the robot for a bit, seeing him reach for a... flower pot? He couldn't exactly tell. He decided to keep his attention on how focused Kiibo looked to get whatever object he was trying to obtain, or his eyes lowering to meet the robots as- |
| Of course Amami mentally slapped himself for even thinking in such a perverted away. Then again, who could blame him? Kiibo was pretty, he really was. Who cares if he's just some piece of technology? Maybe that was the reason why the green-haired man stared at the robots antics for a bit too long. Maybe that's why his pants may have gotten a bit tighter when Kiibo rested his head against the wall and sighed, resembling a kicked puppy when the robot finally gave up doing whatever the hell he was doing. It was a mutual exchange between the two, Keebs using every excuse in his database to go out of his way and spend time with Amami, and Amami...That explains itself. |
| Now came the lingering question of what the hell Rantaro is gonna do now. No way he's gonna APPROACH the robot, especially with the...situation...he's having right now. Kiibo won't just come up to him and confess his secret undying love for the other. Rantaro was simply to put it, out of options. Maybe he will just go back to his shitty room and jerk himself off, or go back to his rock. Eventually, he decided the smarter option would be to head back to his room, turning around and sighing in his endless sexual frustration and taking a step forward before...lord and behold! Kiibo had spotted Amami and was obviously calling his name for some help. Isn't that convenient? |
| Soon enough, Rantaro was being pulled into the tiny shed. Sweat was already building up on his forehead as he still had his situation still happening, possibly getting worse, all while now being trapped by an invisible lock called responsibility.
"Is there anyway you could get that potted plant for me up there, Amami?" Kiibo spoke in a gleeful tone. A few moments later, Rantaro was on a stool, which he swore had a broken leg, reaching up for the pot. Seconds later, the stool snaps and he falls down on the sheds door. A distinct click could be heard from the fall while Rantaro was holding his head in his hands. Kiibo was blurting out apologies profusely as he scanned Rantaro's head. Nothing fatal showed on the unfortunate green-haired man, just a bruise which stung like a bitch.
"Oh Christ-! I'm so sorry Amami, I'll uh.. get first aid! I'm sure they'll have some somewher-" Kiibo was slurring out words way too fast before he was cut off when he tried to open the shed door. What'd you know? It's locked! Kiibo tried opening it a few more times, the rattle of the lock against the door wasn't helping the new headache growing in Rantaro's head right now. |
| After a good 10 minutes of messing with the damned door, the robot gave up. Amami finally was starting to feel a bit better after the fall he took and so he got a good look of his surroundings. A shovel, a rake, plant pots, soil, seeds, weird substance that looked like piss, and a dim hanging light. The shovel would've hurt someone if he used it to break the door down due to how small the space was...same went for the rake. The rest of the items were useless so that settles that. They we're screwed. Trapped in a claustrophobic shed with a robot and half a boner? You'd think that would've been the worst case scenario, but of course karma's a bitch. |
| There was an unpleasant silence between the two. With how cramped everything was, they had to stand by the opposite walls of each side. Even though that left some breathing room between them, in some places they had to interact. For example, legs, but that's mainly it. It was awkward of course, but things just got worse when Kiibo kept staring in a down direction at something. The silence was finally broken when the robot spoke up, "A-Amami, Uhm.. S-Something is in your U-Uhm.. L-Lower Regions..?" Rantaro looked up at the robot to see a flushed face, the reds complimenting the blue undertones of his pale skin. The robot was now actively avoiding eye contact with his hands behind his back and head to the side, backing up slightly. |
| Rantaro dumbly stared down at his pants and chuckled nervously. If this wasn't the weirdest situation he's been in, I don't know what would've been. I mean, who would've thought to have been locked in a shed with a fucking boner with someone else. Amami gulped loudly and looked away in shame. He swore out the corner of his eye that the robot took another look at his pants. The thought of that uplifted the situation a bit, maybe even helped bring back some much needed confidence for this predicament.
"Like what you see?"
Those must've been the magic words to uplift a curse because after some scolding from Kiibo on how that was inappropriate, the robot had his chest pressed up against the wooden wall with Rantaro pressed up behind him. |
| Rantaro pressed his knee up against the middle of Kiibo's legs while he caressed his full thighs, rubbing his thumbs against the synthetic skin. The robots hands were tied up with rope Amami found behind the shovel and tied around a steel hanger. The robot wasn't tall whatsoever so the rope had restrained him on his tippy toes with limited mobility. After about a few more minutes of exploring the robots thighs, Rantaro moved his fingers to tease the entrance of the robot's entrance, Kiibo flinched slightly and bucked his hips up into the green-haired man's touch.
"Ngh-! Don't touch me there, Amami...Its sensitive.." Kiibo stuttered while his cheeks flushed with a light red. The robot definitely did not use his feature for the sexual purposes that Miu implemented. He'd think of the extra feature as unnecessary...until now of course. Soon enough, Rantaro was carefully dipping the tip of his fingers into Kiibo's hole. The robot gasped and bit his lip, not used to the feeling of being touched so closely down there. Rantaro pulled his hand away completely from Kiibo and looked to side for a minute. The robot shot him a hazy, confused look. |
| Rantaro's head was spinning like crazy. He's had his hook ups here and there in the past but not with someone like this. Kiibo wasn't just a random hook up to end with "Thank you," or "See you at work tomorrow." The robot was special, especially due to the fact Amami had feelings for him. All those complicated feelings were probably what lead Rantaro to rush with a lot of stuff. One of those factors being perpetration, unfortunately. Not even seconds later after barely touching Kiibo, he was shoving in his dick inside the robots tight, hole. It was messy, with Kiibo now sobbing, fat tears gathering up in his eyes and constant rambles to go slower or stay still. Rantaro complied swiftly, immediately halting in place with guilt already pooling in his stomach. He was stupid, hurting Keebs just because he was getting emotional. As an apology, he gently played with Kiibo's hair while kissing his neck. |
| The robot was shaking, on his tippy toes with Rantaro's dick halfway inside of him. It stung profusely as the rope restrained his hands, hanging Kiibo barely off the ground. He was grateful that Rantaro showed mercy on him and waited for him to get adjusted. After a while, the robot finally murmured a quiet "move". Amami pepped up a bit and carefully pushed the rest of his cock inside of Kiibo, immediately asking if he was okay and getting a small but noticeable nod in response. Rantaro then made the executive decision to become a bit more... let's just say rough with the robot. The green haired man pulled out, leaving the tip inside, before giving Kiibo a gentle kiss on the neck and slamming back in. |
| Kiibo was being pushed and pulled back and forth, getting speared onto Rantaro's cock ruthlessly. Tears were flowing down his flushed face at the rough, sudden movements. Some being too much and then too little. The robot was slurring out choked moans and sobs, some of his sentences being nearly incoherent. The fast movements of the green haired mans cock shoving in and out of his hole made the robots body tense and let out a loud gasp, moaning and shouting "T-THERE-NGH-!" Rantaro paused for a second, momentarily snapping out of the heat of the moment and chuckled quietly. Then he proceeded to untie Kiibo of his restrains and shoved him harshly onto the wall. The robot looked back at him in confusion, but quickly turned into a look of pleasure when Rantaro's dick was slamming back into his hole, bucking up his hips and laying his head onto the wall. The robots hands were frantically trying to grip onto the wall, something but due to the smooth surface, he was left to scratch at the wall all while to keep his balance with being fucked. |
| With this new position, Rantaro had more ground so he could be more forceful with his thrusts. He could feel his thrusts getting messier as his organism came closer but still kept the same amount of strength in them. Kiibo looked like he was close to loosing it, his eyes foggy with tears running down his soft face, tongue slipping out of his mouth here and there. He couldn't seem to keep quiet while his mouth was hanging open, so Rantaro moved his fingers into the robots mouth and motioned for him to suck. While Kiibo was busy doing that, Amami snuck his other hand to caress the robots stomach, rubbing the noticeable bulge of his dick inside of the robot. After a few more rough thrusts, Rantaro was finally spilling into Kiibo. Halting completely and hugging the robot from behind, he let out a shaky breath and pulled out. |
| Kiibo was completely lost, his head was spinning in circles and all his limbs felt numb. He leaned into Rantaro's touch and gasped lewdly as he felt the green haired man pull out of his sore hole. He groaned as now all of Rantaro's cum was spilling out of him. The robot was on the verge of unconsciousness as Rantaro sat down, leaning on a wall and carefully setting down Kiibo in his lap. The robot turned around and wrapped his arms around Rantaro's neck and burying his face into his chest. Soon enough, quiet snores could be heard from Kiibo as Rantaro gently played with his snowy hair, shortly falling asleep after.
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| "Oh come oooonn Shumai...~! Pleeeease!" Kokichi whined. Shuichi let out a groan and shook his head. "No Kokichi, we are not going to steal school property. No way in hell am I gonna let you get hold of a shovel for goodness sake." Kokichi kept persisting for a few more minutes before he stopped in place, moving his head around. Shuichi gave Kokichi a confused look, "What's wrong?" The purple haired man looked back at Shuichi and spoke up, "Did you hear that..?". The detective shook his head and sighed.
"Is this some sad attempt to scare me or something, Kokichi?" But Ouma was staring at the shed with a large grin on his face, already planning to run for it and grab what tools he needed, but stopped. The Supreme Leader heard the same sound again and scratched his head. Was there someone in the shed? Kokichi started to walk towards the wooden door despite Shuichi's protests against it and tried to open the door. The purple haired man looked down at the padlock on the knob and sighed, it was worth a shot.
The detective and Leader collectively decided to simply meet back up with the others and called it a day. |
FIN
even though this took sm time to write it was so fun to get back into writing again and hopefully this'll keep my practice up so I can keep that A in English yk... glad to see y'all again! 2949 words💔💔