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elliesbabygirl · 26 days ago

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ch.005 ⇄ ch.006; boyfriend material - Young Friend

"Our conversations always short, we're fucking in my car"

my masterlist.

word count: 4.3k words

series synopsis: friends with benefits, that's what ellie wanted. yet, she can't let you go, even after the messy 'breakup' between the two of you.

warnings: fingering(r! receiving), strap-on sex(r! receiving), kissing, swearing, baby blue dildo referred to as ellie's 'cock', reader cheating(?) on abby anderson, even if they're not officially together + lying to her, and possible hints of abby being closeted to her father.

author's note: can you tell that my favorite color is baby blue btw.. Sorry if you guys don't fw this chapter 💔. It's been a stressful week for me❤️(still not proofread).

The library was quiet, the low hum of students studying filling the space around you. The steady scratching of pens against paper, the occasional rustle of pages turning—it all should’ve been soothing. It should’ve helped you focus.

But you could barely sit still.

Your sleeves were pulled down over your wrists, your collar zipped up just enough to cover your throat, layers strategically hiding the marks Ellie had so desperately left on your skin the night before.

And Abby was right across from you.

She sat at the table, casually flipping through her kinesiology textbook, occasionally glancing up at you with that easy, lopsided smirk of hers. “You good?” she finally asked, raising a brow.

Your fingers twitched against your notebook. “Yeah,” you said too quickly, forcing yourself to keep your gaze on the highlighted notes in front of you. “Just tired.”

Abby hummed, unconvinced. “Mmm. You do look exhausted.”

You swallowed hard.

She had no idea.

No idea how wrecked you were from last night, how your thighs ached from Ellie keeping them spread, how your skin was still sensitive in the places she had marked you up, how your mind kept flashing back to the way Ellie had whispered, you’re all mine, against your skin.

No idea that you had spent the entire morning scrubbing yourself clean, covering up every single bruise with makeup, layering your clothes just to make sure Abby wouldn’t see.

You nodded stiffly. “Didn’t sleep well.”

Abby studied you for a moment, then smirked, leaning her chin in her palm. “Guess I should’ve tired you out more last time, huh?”

Your stomach dropped.

A nervous laugh that tasted like vomit bubbled up in your throat, and you barely managed to swallow it back. “Guess so,” you muttered, forcing a small, tight-lipped smile before ducking your head down, pretending to focus on your textbook.

Abby just chuckled, turning back to her notes.

And you let out a slow, shaky breath.

She couldn’t find out.

She wouldn’t find out.

As long as you kept your guard up—kept your lips sealed—Abby would never have to know the truth.

Sleeping with Ellie was a one time thing, a mistake, you promised yourself.

Abby flipped a page in her notebook, tapping her pen against the table absentmindedly. “Oh—by the way,” she started, keeping her eyes on her notes. “My dad’s coming into town this weekend.”

You blinked, looking up from your book. “Oh?”

“Yeah,” she said, stretching her arms behind her head before letting them fall lazily onto the table. “He’s got some conference thing, but we’re probably gonna be catching up the whole time, so I’ll be kinda off the grid for a bit.”

Something about the way she said it made your stomach bubble.

She wasn’t just letting you know she’d be busy—she was preemptively telling you not to expect to see her. Not to text her. Not to exist in her world for a while.

You swallowed, fingers tightening slightly around your pen. “That’s nice,” you said slowly. “You guys close?”

Abby shrugged, giving a small smirk. “Yeah, I mean—he’s busy a lot, but when we do see each other, it’s cool.”

you forced a tight-lipped smile, nodding as you reminded yourself to give Abby grace. After all, you were creating a double standard by already having slept with Ellie.

She flipped another page in her book, barely sparing you a glance before adding, “Though, he’s probably gonna spend half the trip trying to set me up with some fancy lawyer’s son or whatever.”

You stared at her, waiting for her to follow it up with a joke, a smirk, something.

But Abby just kept reading, like she hadn’t just said something completely out of place. Like she wasn’t literally fingers deep inside you earlier this week.

like Ellie’s pussy wasn't literally against yours last night, but Abby didn't need to know that.

You shut your textbook with a quiet thud, stretching your arms over your head with a sigh. “Alright, I think that’s enough studying for me."

Abby smirked, setting her pen down. “Tapping out already?”

You rolled your eyes. “We’ve been here for hours. My brain is fried.”

Abby chuckled, leaning back in her chair as you stood, grabbing your bag. As you slung it over your shoulder, she tilted her chin up slightly, wordlessly waiting.

You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, brief but lingering enough for her to hum in approval.

“I’ll text you,” you murmured against her mouth.

“you better” she teased, giving your hip a light squeeze before letting you pull away.

You gave her one last small smile before turning toward the exit, digging into your pocket for your phone. The second you checked your screen, your stomach flipped.

Ellie: miss you. come over?? :(

Your breath hitched.

You locked your phone immediately, shoving it deeper into your pocket before Abby could see.

“Something wrong?” Abby asked, raising a brow.

You forced a small laugh, shaking your head. “Just my mom,” you lied smoothly. “Probably just checking in.”

Abby nodded, not questioning it further, and you exhaled quietly, turning towards the exit.

But as you stepped out of the library, the message burned in the back of your mind.

Come over.

Your grip on your bag tightened.

you shouldn't.

The uber to Ellie’s apartment felt too fast. Like your body knew exactly where it was going before your mind could stop it.

By the time you reached her door, you barely had a chance to knock before it swung open, revealing Ellie standing there in an oversized hoodie and sweatpants, her hair slightly messy like she had just rolled out of bed.

Her eyes flickered over you, something soft and shy in them before she stepped closer, tilting her chin up to kiss you. It wasn’t rushed, wasn’t desperate—just slow, warm, familiar.

Her hands found your cheeks, thumbs brushing over your skin as she sighed against your lips, smiling a little into the kiss. “Missed you in bed this morning,” she mumbled, her voice low, still thick with sleep.

Your breath hitched slightly at the way she said it—so casual, so certain, like waking up with you beside her should’ve been normal

She pulled back just slightly, her green eyes flickering over your face before she pecked your lips again, softer this time, like she couldn’t help herself.

Then, without another word, she took your hand and led you inside, pulling you toward the couch. The TV was still on, some random show playing, the remote tossed onto the coffee table like she hadn’t actually been paying attention to it.

Ellie sat down, tugging you with her, settling right against you, her arm resting over your waist as she slouched comfortably into your space.

Every so often, she’d lean in, pressing absentminded kisses to your neck—soft, warm, casual—like it was second nature, like she didn’t even have to think about it.

You shivered slightly, the warmth of her breath against your skin sending something familiar through you.

Minutes passed before Ellie let out a quiet sigh, clearly losing interest in the show altogether. She shifted beside you, tugging at the hem of your hoodie, her green eyes flickering up at you.

“I really did miss you this morning,” she mumbled, her voice low, a little rough.

Before you could respond, Ellie leaned back, shifting until she was lying fully against the couch, pulling you down with her until you were on top of her, her hands sliding up your back to keep you close.

Then—she kissed you again.

It was slow, deep, dripping with something raw and needy, her lips parting slightly as she sighed into your mouth. Her fingers curled around the back of your neck, keeping you there, her legs wrapping around your waist, her old Converse pressing firmly into your lower back.

She moaned softly against your lips, her body shifting beneath you as she kissed you deeper, her tongue lazily slipping into your mouth, teasing, tasting you.

For a moment, she dominated the kiss, slow and intentional, making you feel every inch of her, every ounce of want she had been holding back—

Then she let you take over.

Her body relaxed beneath yours, her hands trailing down your spine, her breath heavy as she let you lead, let you kiss her the way you wanted, her lips parting under yours like she was ready to give in completely.

The room was filled with the quiet, wet sounds of your lips moving together, of your hands slipping under each other’s shirts, exploring, remembering.

Ellie sighed into you, her nails scratching lightly at your scalp, her hips subtly rolling up, chasing more, even though she wasn’t rushing anything.

The only thing you could hear was the quiet, wet sounds of Ellie’s lips moving against yours, the soft sighs slipping from her mouth every time you kissed her deeper.

She was needy, barely holding herself together, her body shifting beneath you as she tried to keep the pace slow, tried to act like she wasn’t getting turned on from just kissing you.

But she was failing.

Her hips kept rolling up against you, subtle at first, like she didn’t mean to, but then again—this time, deliberate.

A quiet whimper slipped from her throat, her fingers gripping at your back, keeping you pressed against her. Her breath was heavy, her lips parting beneath yours like she was desperate for more, for anything you’d give her.

She pulled back just slightly, her lips still hovering over yours, her green eyes dark and glazed over. “Please,” she mumbled, the word slipping out between the small space of your lips, like she couldn’t help it.

Her hand slid down, fingers tracing the front of your pants, playing with the button—hesitating, waiting for you to say something, for you to let her.

She didn’t care how desperate she looked.

Didn’t care that her hips were still subtly grinding up against you, her breath coming out shaky and uneven.

Didn’t care that she was practically begging now.

All she cared about was you—letting her have you, letting her make up for every second she had lost.

Ellie barely made it to the bedroom before she was on you again, her lips finding yours with a messy, open-mouthed desperation as she pressed you back onto the bed. The room was dimly lit, the only source of light filtering through the blinds, casting soft shadows over her face, her flushed cheeks, her needy expression as she hovered over you.

Her hands roamed over your sides, gripping, pulling—taking you in. She needed to, needed to feel you again, to memorize you, like you might slip away if she wasn’t holding you close enough.

“Fuck, I missed you, baby” she murmured against your skin, her voice rough, laced with something desperate as she pressed her lips to your neck.

She reclaimed the hickeys she left last night, sucking dark bruises into your skin, her tongue flicking over them before she bit down just enough to make you gasp. The sound made her groan, her hips grinding down instinctively against your thigh, like she couldn’t help herself.

Her fingers made quick work of your clothes, yanking fabric over your head, shoving your pants down until they were completely forgotten on the floor. She didn’t waste a second, her hands slipping between your thighs, teasing you, spreading you open, her breath hitching when she felt how wet you were already.

“Shit, baby,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to your jaw, fingers trailing between your folds, circling right where you needed her. “You’re already so fucking ready for me.”

You whimpered, bucking into her hand, and Ellie moaned, her own breath shaky. She slid one finger inside, slow and careful, her other hand gripping your hip, holding you there as she worked you open.

“need my cock inside you,” she whimpered suddenly, her lips brushing your ear, her voice almost pleading. “Please.”

You shivered at the way she said it. “please what?” you teased breathlessly, even though you already knew.

Ellie exhaled sharply, her forehead pressing against yours, her fingers curling inside you just right. “You know what, baby,” she whispered, kissing you slow and deep as she rubbed her thumb over your clit, making your body twitch. “baby—please, I need to.”

You hesitated for only a second before nodding, and Ellie swore under her breath, her lips crashing against yours before she reluctantly pulled her fingers away.

She reached into her nightstand, grabbing the harness, the baby blue dildo attachment making your stomach tighten. Ellie's hands trembled slightly as she adjusted the straps, securing it around her hips, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

Then, without a word, she straddled you suddenly, her knees pressing into the mattress as she hovered over you, still, quiet for a moment as she took you in—laid out beneath her, waiting.

She swallowed thickly, her voice softer now, almost shy as she whispered, “You’re so good to me, baby.”

Ellie exhaled slowly, adjusting her grip on your waist, fingers flexing slightly like she was grounding herself, steadying her breath as she lined herself up with you. The baby-blue dildo pressed against your entrance, slick and warm from where she had been grinding against you moments before.

Her green eyes flickered up to yours, searching, asking silently even though you had already given her permission.

You nodded, wrapping your arms around her shoulders, and that was all she needed.

Ellie pushed forward, slow and careful, her breath stuttering the second she saw herself slip inside. “Fuck—” Her voice was barely above a whisper, shaking with restraint, her lips parting as she watched your expression shift beneath her.

She froze for a second, her fingers tightening their grip on you. “'M not hurting you, right?”

You shook your head, breath hitching as you adjusted to the stretch. “No,” you murmured, pulling her closer, kissing her softly. “You’re good, els.”

Ellie fucking whimpered.

Something in her snapped.

The second the nickname slipped past your lips, her hips jerked forward, pushing in deeper, a wrecked, breathless moan spilling from her mouth. “Fuck—say it again,” she begged, her voice breaking as she thrust into you again, her movements suddenly needy, desperate.

You gasped, nails gripping onto her shoulders as she rocked into you harder, her forehead pressing against yours, breath hot and heavy between you.

“Els—”

Ellie groaned, her hands gripping your hips even tighter, her pace picking up as she rolled her hips in a way that had your body tensing, arching into her touch. “Again,” she pleaded, her lips brushing against yours, swallowing every little sound you made.

“Els—ohmygod els—”

“Fuck, baby—” She whined into your mouth, her thrusts growing rougher, sloppier, like the sound of her name on your lips was ruining her, completely breaking her down.

“Keep saying it,” she begged, voice raw, desperate, her fingers slipping between your legs to really make you feel her. “Wanna hear you say it when you come—fuck, baby—say my name just like that—”

Her mouth trailed down your neck, her pace relentless now, obsessed with pulling those noises from you, chasing the moment where you’d break completely and give her everything.

The sound of her name on your lips had completely undone her, and now she couldn’t stop, couldn’t slow down—her hips snapping into you harder, deeper, the wet sounds of your bodies moving together filling the room.

Her mouth dipped down, desperate for more of you, her lips wrapping around your breast, sucking hard before pulling your nipple between her teeth. You cried out, back arching, your nails digging into her back, leaving scratches she was going to feel tomorrow

Ellie groaned, relishing the sting, her free hand gripping your other breast, squeezing, playing with you like she needed to feel every inch of you under her hands.

“Fuck, baby—” she gasped, her mouth trailing sloppily back up your chest, her breath hot against your skin as she begged, “please—say my name just like that—”, Ellie was completely pussy drunk on you, and she didn't even know it.

“Els—fuck—els, ohmygod!” you moaned, body trembling, hips rolling up to meet her every thrust.

Ellie whimpered, her movements turning even sloppier, even rougher, her hand slipping between you to rub tight, frantic circles against your clit. “That’s it, baby—fuck, you’re so good—so fucking good for me—pussy so fucking good for me.”

You shattered.

Your whole body tensed, your breath catching as the pleasure crashed over you, your nails digging deeper into Ellie’s back, leaving red in their wake as you moaned her name, over and over, falling apart beneath her.

Ellie followed you, a wrecked whine slipping from her lips as her hips stuttered, her body trembling as she came, still rutting into you as she whimpered, mouthing at your breast, her hand pawing at you, like she couldn’t stop touching you.

“Fuck—fuck—” she gasped against your skin, her body shaking with the aftershocks, her forehead pressing against your chest, her breath uneven, her whole body burning from how hard she had just come.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, just breathed, tangled together, Ellie still pressed so close, her hands still gripping at you like she wasn’t ready to let go.

She stayed right there, still inside you, her body warm and heavy on top of yours, her breath uneven against your skin. Her fingers slipped into your hair, lazily threading through the strands, her touch slow, gentle—such a stark contrast to how desperate she had been just moments ago.

Her chin rested against your chest, face pressed close to your skin as she listened to your heartbeat, felt the steady rise and fall of your chest beneath her. The soft motion moved her slightly, rocking her with each breath you took, like she belonged there.

And then—so quietly, like she almost didn’t want you to hear it—Ellie whispered, “I love you.”

The words barely left her lips before she tilted her head up, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to yours—no rush, no desperation this time. Just Ellie, just her, giving you all that she was, without saying anything else.

She pulled back just slightly, her green eyes watching you as you recovered, as you steadied your breathing. She traced slow, absentminded circles on the nape of your neck, still not moving, still holding you so close, like you were home in her arms.

The apartment was quiet, save for the low hum of the coffee maker and the gentle sizzle of the pan on the stove. Ellie moved slowly, deliberately, her socked feet barely making a sound against the hardwood as she flipped the eggs, watching the edges crisp just slightly before turning down the heat.

The smell of coffee filled the air, warm and rich, mixing with the faint scent of butter melting in the pan. It was early—too early—but Ellie didn’t mind.

She glanced toward the hallway, toward her slightly ajar bedroom door, where she knew you were still curled up, tangled in her sheets, your body pressed into the warmth she had left behind. The thought sent something warm curling in her chest, something she wasn’t used to, something she didn’t want to name just yet.

She sighed, running a hand through her messy hair before reaching for the mug she had set out, pouring herself some coffee as she leaned against the counter, watching the steam curl into the air.

It felt normal, domestic. The kind of morning she didn’t think she’d get to have with you again.

And yet—here you were.

Still in her bed.

Still here.

She swallowed, pushing the thought aside as she turned back to the stove, flipping the eggs onto a plate.

Ellie took a slow sip of her coffee, letting the warmth spread through her chest, before setting the mug down with a quiet clink. She exhaled, running a hand through her messy hair, again, before padding back towards the bedroom, the faint creak of the floorboards the only sound in the stillness of the early morning.

The sight of you tangled in her sheets made her stomach flip.

You were buried in them, limbs sprawled lazily, face half-hidden against her pillow. The soft rise and fall of your breathing was steady, peaceful—familiar.

Ellie swallowed, something in her chest tightening as she carefully climbed onto the bed, straddling your waist without putting too much weight on you. Her hand found your cheek, thumb brushing gently over your skin as she leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

You stirred slightly, letting out a sleepy groan but not fully waking just yet.

Ellie smirked against your mouth, barely pulling away, her lips still hovering close as she whispered, “Morning, baby.”

Your nose scrunched slightly, a small grumble leaving your throat as you shifted beneath her, still so tired from the night before.

Ellie chuckled, pressing another soft kiss to your lips, her thumb still tracing slow circles against your cheek. “C’mon,” she murmured, voice low, warm, teasing. “I made breakfast.”

You groaned again, this time more exaggerated, burying your face into the pillow. “Too tired,” you mumbled, your voice muffled, your body still aching in the best way from last night.

Ellie grinned, dipping down to press another kiss to your jaw, then your cheek, her barely-there coffee breath the first thing you smelled as you shifted beneath her. “Can’t be that tired,” she teased, her lips ghosting over your skin. “Not after the way you were moaning my name last night—”

You groaned louder this time, smacking her thigh halfheartedly as she laughed, her breath warm against your skin.

Yeah.

Ellie could get used to this.

She is getting used to it, too quickly.

So were you. What about Abby?

“Ellie fucking Williams,” you groaned, voice rough with sleep, full-naming her as you blindly reached out to shove at her shoulder. “You are such a fucking freak in the morning—”

Ellie just grinned, unfazed, her hands settling on your hips as she hovered above you. “You love it,” she teased, leaning in like she was gonna kiss you again.

You narrowed your eyes, putting a hand on her face and shoving her away with a huff before finally sitting up, stretching lazily. Your muscles ached from the night before, your body still warm from the way Ellie had held you against her for hours.

You sighed dramatically, leaning back against the headboard, rubbing at your eyes before reaching out, fingers absentmindedly playing with the short ends of Ellie’s auburn hair.

Ellie melted instantly, the teasing grin on her face softening as she inched forward, tilting her head into your touch like it was instinct.

You barely noticed it at first, still blinking sleep from your eyes, until her green ones flickered up at you, something warm, something fond behind them—

And then she was kissing you again.

Soft, slow, her hands curling around your waist as she pressed forward, like she couldn’t help herself.

It lingered, deepening slightly before she finally pulled back, her lips hovering over yours for a second before she spoke. “You got any plans today?”

Her voice was casual, but there was something hesitant about the way she asked, like she was hoping you’d say no, like she wanted you to stay.

You pretended to think, lips pursing, stretching your arms out with a long, dramatic sigh as if you had so much on your agenda. “Well… I was supposed to attend this very important—”

Ellie raised a brow, her hands still gripping your waist as she stared at you, waiting.

You fought to keep a straight face, eyes flickering up like you were really considering something, before finally shaking your head with a small giggle. “Nah, no plans.”

Ellie’s face lit up. “Really?” she asked, like she needed to hear it again just to make sure.

Ellie let out a soft, relieved laugh, ducking her head with that boyish smile of hers, shaking her head slightly like she couldn’t believe her luck. “Fuck, I love you,” she muttered, more to herself than anything, before leaning in again, pressing another giddy kiss to your lips.

You both giggled into it, hands tangling in each other’s hair, lips moving together in messy, soft kisses, smiling so much that it made it hard to kiss properly.

Ellie hummed against your mouth, her fingers squeezing your hips before she pulled back just slightly, her forehead still resting against yours. “Alright,” she murmured, breath warm against your skin. “As much as I wanna keep you here all day… I did make you breakfast.”

She kissed you again—quick, chaste, just to steal one more—before standing up, stretching her arms above her head.

You just watched her, still breathless, still feeling the warmth of her lips, her laugh lingering between you.

Ellie turned back to you as she reached the door, arching a playful brow. “Well? You coming or what?”

yeah.

You could get used to this.

What about Abby?

Author's note: can y'all tell that i fucking lost the plot midway...ch. 006 is so ass u guys, I'm so sorry. I've genuinely been thrown off my rhythm ever since my midterms started, since I've gotten sick, AND since my period started this week😭yeah life's been kicking mybas lately y'all but I'm so sorry for being so late with this mid ch.006...Also, I had to watch homemade lesbian porn on pornhub to write the strap on scene cause your girl has ZERO game n has only ever tribbed with a girl before 😭so I'm sorry if the scene seemed a little wonky to you cause I was trying my best, I promise y'all😭

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theonewhospeaksinweird · 4 years ago

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💜💚(Ishimaru X Reader) Bathroom Counters💚💜 Part 1

I take requests and am fine with fluff, angst (not entirely good at that) and smut, mweh heh.~ If I do start getting requests, they might be slow since I like to take my time.~

Here is Masterlist of things I know.~

Part 2

Key:

💚 = Lime/Lil Spicey

💛 = Lemon/ Lotz Spicey

💙 = Sad

❤️ = Angsty (won't do many of these unless prompted)

💜 = Fluff

💔 = Heartbreak (rare)

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF GORE AND R@PE FROM 'THE FIRST PURGE'! MONDO AND LEON ARE IN THIS CHAPTER SO YOU KNOW WHAT COMES WITH THEM!~ SMALL PANIC ATTACK WARNING! POTENTIAL CUTENESS OVERLOAD FROM TAKA!~

"Put me down! Dude, my skirt is lifting up, fuck off!" My (s/c) (Skin Color) hands pounded fruitlessly on the strong back of the one and only Mondo Owada.

Currently, I was slung over his shoulder as he forced me with him to Leon's house for a hang out. This corn head only had one arm tightened around my waist as I squirmed in his grip and screamed to be let go once again, to which he only chuckled and shifted me to keep me from falling.

"Ya know that I'm not letting go, just like I know that you don't care about people seeing under ya skirt." A few runaway strands of my (h/t) (Hair Type) hair fell into my mouth from my ponytail, eliciting me to sputter it back out before answering the smug gangster holding me captive.

He wasn't wrong with what he said but I still felt the need to feign injustice. "Okay, fine, maybe not, but that doesn't change the fact that I don't wanna go to ol' firehead's house for some stupid party!"

My steely gaze glared at the back of Mondo's dark brown mullet that contrasted the burnt orange of his bumpy pompadour. "S' not a party, just a small gathering of friends, doll."

I could practically feel the smile he donned on his tanned face. "Not my fault that you get a bit too into your "Ultimate" when my bro is around, kid. Into the goody goody ones, right?"

The only response he received from me was a huff as my cheeks warmed and my legs crossed in the air at the resurfacing thought of our loud, innocent and hot class president.

'Fuck, he's right-'

The "Ultimate" ability Mondo's referring to isn't my official title. To the world I'm "The Ultimate Home Designer" but to people closer to me, I've been dubbed as "The Ultimate Flirt" for my charismatic ability to flirt and turn on anyone, boy or girl. The ability doesn't phase me for the most part since I can control my urges that come with the quirk, though I would be lying if I hadn't used it to gain some "experience" at parties before.

Unfortunately, the most affect it's had on Kiyotaka is that he becomes red and unresponsive, at best, instead of the usual flirty response I get back from most people. It's. . . unusual, to say the least. I suppose that just shows how much of a true gentleman Kiyotaka is. How troublesome.

As my mind wanders to places I'd rather not say out loud, I stop resisting Mondo and hold my hands to my warm cheeks stretched into a bashful smile as the opportunity here clearly presents itself.

"Put me down, ya shitty piece of overdone corn, we have a party to go to!~" The change in my demeanor has the addressed boy loosening his grip around my waist so I can slide down his front to my feet, a lopsided smirk hanging off his lips as I do.

"Knew you'd come around eventually, and looky here, we've already made it." After fixing my school uniform, I lift my head to gaze upon the mansion that is Leon Kuwata's. Said aforementioned male claims he needs all of this space for "when the ladies start rolling in", his words not mine, and they need a place to stay after an "exhausting night". And yet no one has seen any trace of these supposedly rolling women. Everyone believes that they're getting ample rest; enough to leave before they're seen at least. Plus, Leon was always one for the saying "go big or go home". Guess he interpreted that saying differently.

"Yosh, lets go in then! They don't know I'm coming, right?~ What better surprise than the Ultimate Home Designer?" A wink and blowing kiss sent to the stagnant boy beside me starts him off towards the dark mahogany front door ahead of us with any eye roll.

Following his ring, I see the camera above the threshold point at Mondo's tall frame blocking my smaller one from view. Soon after, it puts out Leon's slightly rough voice, accompanied by a symphony of other distant male voices in the background, from our sides.

"Come on in, the door's open!"

Taking the invite inside that's basically extended to me, I quickly slide in front of Mondo and enter before him. After slipping off our shoes and replacing them with the red and white guest house shoes available, I start to look for everyone. I've only been here a few times which makes the layout a bit fuzzy at the moment, so I just follow the familiar mixed voices to a modern looking living room with all of the boys sitting around a circular, inactive kotatsu.

All of the boys from class 78 were present, save two. Hifumi had left for a fan-fiction convention right after school today, and the "class prince", Byakuya, would never be caught dead with any of us outside of school except maybe Makoto but that's a different kind of tea.

The two guys right in front of the doorway when I came in were the flame headed host and the only person that could persuade me to come with just the mention of his presence alone: Kiyotaka Ishimaru. With everyone so engrossed in the snacks at the table and each of the conversations taking place, they didn't notice Mondo and I walk in until I dropped down to my knees and crawled in between Leon and Taka. Slinging my arms around both of their shoulders, I feel them jolt, Leon more than Taka, before snapping their confused expressions to the sides of my smiling face addressed mainly towards Leon. "You know it's really rude not to invite me to your little parties! What? You afraid I'm gonna redesign your shitty house?"

At the sound of my feminine voice cutting through the deeper ones of everyone else, all attention turns to me. The innocent children of the group give me a smile and greeting while Hiro lets out a little 'Yo'. Seeing this and being my totally not over dramatic self, I grab at the left side of my partially unbuttoned school dress shirt, and fall to the left into Taka's lap.

"Ahh!! My heart! I've been impaled from the innocence!~ Goodbye hopeful world!~ Bleh."

My sudden drop made Chihiro and Makoto fret for second, blushing profusely even though I've done this before, while Hiro prays for my soul to be passed on safely. Knowing him, he probably thought I really was dead.

Unbeknownst to my momentarily diva self, Taka was gently blushing with his hands raised in an unsure way as he gazed down at my outstretched form draped across his white uniform pants.

"(Y/N)! It is good to see you as well but this is not how you sit at the table! Please straighten up!" His loud, commanding voice made my body shiver as I took a silent deep breath.

"I don't care about how you're sitting, my house isn't shitty, stupid! I'm sure it's bigger than yours!" Leon's aggravated voice harshly invaded my ears before I could slip into another fantasy.

At this point, Mondo had taken the last empty place between Chihiro and Makoto while everyone started up their conversations again, having no interest in Leon's yelling. Peeking an eye open to look up at the the irritated boy staring down at me with his pale grey eyes, I smirk and reluctantly sit up to retaliate.

Turning on my charm, a chuckle resonates from me as my pointer finger trails from Leon's stomach to the top of his beard with my face closing near his faltering gaze. I lightly tug on his facial hair, dragging my lips up his neck and next to his ear. The warmth of his oncoming blush and hot breath coming through his barely parted lips radiates onto my (s/c) neck as I respond in a sultry voice, loud enough for everyone to hear. " 'I'm sure it's bigger than yours'?~ I bet you have to say that all the time to your "female" dates, huh Leon?~"

Hiro and Mondo immediately started laughing boisterously while the children sat there a bit confused.

"Uh, you compare houses on your dates, Leon?" Makoto asked with a thoughtful expression.

This only made Hiro and Mondo laugh harder, myself eventually joining in quietly as I slithered back into the safety of Taka's lap to put some distance between me and a now even angrier, red-faced Leon. I both felt and heard a sigh from my new seat as Kiyotaka looked from Mondo and Hiro to me with an accusatory look in his piercing red eyes.

"I do not know what that was supposed to mean, but given that Leon is even angrier, and bro and Hiro are laughing, I can only deduce that it is not about houses! And in that case, if it was something mean, that was not very nice, (Y/N)!"

His scolding tone, the feeling of his words reverberating in his chest against my arm, has my face pinking and insides tightening momentarily as I laugh harder to hide my reaction.

"And another thing, I do not think it is appropriate for you to sit-"

"Oh c'mon, Taka, lighten up!~ It's Friday night and next week is Spring Break so have some fun!~ Please?~"

Everyone agrees with me in their own ways as Leon just scoffs under his breath before turning everyone's attention to the TV to find something for us all to watch, not waiting for Taka's response. I keep my gaze on the uniformed boy I'm sitting on, moving further to sell my point, and hopefully distract him from the beginning of his previous argument, by wrapping my arms around around his slim torso and giving a pouty face.

I could feel the rising and falling of his chest, every hidden muscle he's gained from the joint workout days with Mondo under his jacket. His posture was rigid even while sitting, which was the opposite of his fluctuating heartbeat doing backflips it seemed. It was all felt just through my close proximity, and I loved every little thing about him.

This time around, I saw his pale cheeks and the tips of his ears burning a tinge of red as he stares down at me, our eyes locked together for a few time-slowing moments. My face was moving daringly closer to his grasping one while taking in every detail for as long as I could. His mouth was partially agape as if he had something to say, warm breath fanning my (s/c) face. Like before, his arms hung in the air to my sides, hesitant to place them anywhere in fear of their placing being wrong. Our position made me warm all over and I'm unable to help myself from sneaking a glance to his teasingly parted lips.

Suddenly, as if someone returned time to its normal speed, Taka takes in a staccato breath before snapping his colored face to the side, now hiding his radiant eyes behind eyelids as his hands find solace flat on the floor. 'So close!' This reaction halts my slow advancement as a small pout tugs down the corners of my lips.

"I understand this is free time b-but we must keep peace. Though.." Opening his eyes again, he accompanies his crimson pupils and face with a small, awkward half smile to face me again.

"I will try my very best to have fun."

The pure stare of determination he expressed towards me despite his moment of hesitance made my heart skip a beat, my previously pleading facade faltering into a snippet expression of adoration. My grip on the sides of his uniform tightened a little, and I wanted nothing more than to kiss, and maybe fuck, him. . . though that immediate reaction was rudely interrupted by the noise of everyone else at the table.

It seems they, Mondo and Leon being literally the only ones, had been arguing this whole time, but Taka and I had been stuck in our own little bubble until it was forcibly popped by the increasingly loud voices. I quickly let go of his uniform jacket and straightened up my posture like Taka already had when redirecting his attention to the chaos ensuing as well. At the moment Mondo and Leon were arguing about whether to watch a scary movie or an action movie respectively.

"You're just a big ol' scaredy bitch, Leon! Can't handle a few jump scares?~"

"I can totally handle that baby shit, Mondo, I just want to watch something exciting! It's my house!"

Makoto was trying to calm down Leon, Chihiro was attempting the same with Mondo, and Hiro was just cowering back from the table so as to not be a part of the drama. A sigh of exasperation leaves my mouth as I changed my position in Taka's lap so I was reverse cowgirling his legs.

'I guess I'll have to continue this later. Kiyotaka will fall for me tonight! My internal vow had me nodding to myself with a clenched hand held to my chest.

Since I was talking to myself, like a normal person, I didn't notice Taka's flared up face as he stared at my figure in its new position. He had his mouth agape again like he wanted to say something but his embarrassment caught his voice just before it could be released. After a minute of listening to the arguing of the two hot headed boys and sitting through the inability to speak to me about where I should sit, Taka apparently just decided to deal with with something he could handle right now: being a mediator and leader.

Amusingly enough, his voice seemed to be fine with working for this course of action after clearing his throat.

"Bro, Leon! Please calm down! There is no need to fight because I am sure there is a movie that involves both action and scary elements!"

Even as Taka slipped back into his usual authoritative self his blush stayed, leaving the only other questioning thing being me in his lap. Mondo looked only momentarily surprised to see it as he stopped yelling to look at his bro with face of simmered anger that was quickly dispelled and replaced with one of mischief.

Kiyotaka overlooked his bros' demeanor change, but I focused on it to which Mondo responded by starting to silently tease me with different expressions insinuating towards Taka and I doing. . . things. Leon on the other hand couldn't care less except that he would've wanted me to sit in his lap like that, but didn't even bother to argue the point. Not that the stubborn boy would ever admit his attraction to me directly.

"Oh yeah? And what movie is that, Poindexter?" The latter boy asked condescendingly to my seat. (Like calling him a seat is any better-)

"How about 'Deep Blue Sea'-" He answered matter-of-factly with a raised pointer finger.

"Ugh! We are NOT watching another stereotypical shark movie! Especially an old one like that! They're not even scary! Next!"

I remember watching Kiyotaka's suggested movie with him, Mondo, Sakura, and Aoi when it reaired in theaters last summer. It was supposed to be a class bonding thing, but us 5 were the only ones able and willing to go. Everyone was joking about it afterwards, but Taka was perturbed and "covertly" came up with reasons to avoid going to our following beach weekend.

It was safe to say that Mondo and I both knew he thought it was a genuinely scary movie.

Probably to keep Taka from saying another embarrassingly innocent suggestion, and save him the ridicule of Leon, Mondo butts in with a suggestion of his own after a few moments of thinking.

"How about. . .'The First Purge'?~"

This caught Leon's attention as he stopped sneering to grin challengingly at Mondo, seeming to have reached an unsaid consensus on the movie now.

"Its on Prime Video." He added, which spurred Leon to get to work on pulling it up. Though those two seemed excited for the movie, the rest of the group grew a bit uneasy.

"H-Hey guys, maybe we should do a, uh, majority vote. . ?" Hiro asked shakily with Chihiro and Makoto nodding their heads along.

Though Taka didn't say or do anything to object, I could feel his legs stiffen up underneath me which, I'm guessing, is what he did with the rest of himself. As everyone else once again descended into their own discussion, Taka and I were left with each other. Turning my body to look at him, I see the usually confident boy sitting stiff as a board and shoulders held squarely taut. Though it may seem like he was just sitting like he normally does, being so close allowed me to feel the tenseness his posture now held.

His behavior concerned me since it was obvious that he was scared of watching this movie, even more so than that shark movie. To avoid the poorly remade human Grillby from hearing me, I scoot back further in his lap and leaned against Taka's chest, turning my head to whisper to him discretely.

"If you get scared you can hold onto me, Taka."

Said addressed boy flinched subtly from both my words and sudden close proximity as his shallow breaths became more apparent, worry and building fear swirling and tainting his faltering eyes as they set on my contrasting, (e/c) (Eye Color) ones. My suggestion was born from both concern for my friend as well as a tiny, selfish desire of wanting to feel him close to me like we are now. I don't want to see him in fear like this though; it doesn't suit him.

After staring at me, or through me, I couldn't tell, he finally starts to calm down again and gently nod his head. Once more, his rare, gentle voice made an appearance.

"Thank you, (Y/N). I much appreciate the generous offer," A low, lofty chuckle makes him close his eyes. "And here I thought I was to be the brave one." His adorable quip, although simple, made me smile stupidly at him and laugh quietly to myself.

Finding myself this close to the man (Yes our bean of innocence is a mans, a gentlemans-) I've been silently pining over ever since this semester started has my bonfire of desire relit as it was earlier, just not as strong. It's taking everything out of me not to just lean up and kiss him right now, the only thing holding me back being probability that Taka would consider that intimate and not want the attention it would bring to us.

Especially since I would be doing it seemingly out of no where in his perspective.

I wanted to respect his world renown morals, so I just huffed internally before turning my head forward again, not moving from Taka's strong chest. It made me feel like the one being protected and it was the only thing I could do to quell my restarted fire. . . for now. His arms were on either side of me, resting on the table now, and caging me in his lap against the round edge of the table.

In my recent movement of leaning back against my now upgraded chair, I had positioned myself further up his thighs so my back was flush against his front. This fact suddenly became obvious to Taka as he had calmed himself down enough to notice the immediate smell of my peach-scented shampoo from under his chin. It was so sudden that he jolted a little and stiffened up for the second time against me which made me chuckle to myself, inferencing well on why he did so.

"(Y-Y/N), I think now is a good time to talk about your s-seating arrangement-" Luckily for me, this was the moment when the argument had been settled.

"Okay! Then it's settled! The rest of you sissies will have partners while I will stay strong by myself.~" A large amount of smugness coated Leon's voice as he unknowingly cut off Taka while addressing everyone.

Mondo rolled his pale lavender eyes at the boast as Chihiro moved closer to him as his partner, which left Makoto and Hiro to fend with each other, and defaulted me and Taka together. That was good because I wasn't giving him up. Ignoring Mondo's restarted silent teasing towards me about my closer proximity and the unseen glances also sent towards Taka about his red face, I watched as Leon finally hit play and dimmed off the lights with his phone. By now the sun had started to set so it would get darker in the room as the movie went on, giving a better ambience.

(Gonna be honest, got all info about The First Purge from Wiki ehhh- I FEIGN PLOT RELEVANCY-)

As the intro played, I could feel the bubble of ease I had set up for Taka dissipate as he shivered. I tilted my head down to see his pale hands clenched on the table as his heart beat faster against my back. Putting my attention seemingly back to the big screen, I reached my hands up to take a hold of his, my thumbs caressing along the backs of his taut tendons. He lets out a warm, shaky breath against the side of my neck that unintentionally drives me crazy again. This time there is nothing to stop me from taking a step towards mirroring my imagination and reality.

My warm hands take a hold of Taka's cold fists to guide his arms around my waist. Due to his building fear, the boy in question doesn't react negatively, instead taking the gentle movement prompt and hugging me tighter like a teddy bear. The caresses of my thumbs to the dorsal side of his hands don't stop as he does this, my concern for him still there but just mixed in with other. . . exciting motives. Nothing harmful.

At this point, we've reached the part of the movie where Nya is almost raped, her screams make even me shiver and turn my head away. Knowing Taka is probably taking this worse, I do him the courtesy of slowly turning sideways in his tight grip around my waist to cover his ears. At my touch and the sudden quiet, Taka's screwd shut eyes shoot open to stare tearfully up at me from his hunched position, the pained look storming in his beautiful ruby eyes nothing I want to see again. This dampers my alternative motives harshly, and I stare right back, trying to convey as much comfort with just my eyes as humanly possible.

Having seen him communicate with some of the special needs students on campus before, I know he can read lips so I mouth soothing words to him.

"Don't worry, it's gonna be okay. Just focus on me, Taka."

With him not being able to hear the movie as much anymore, I can feel his body slowly relax against me, his posture sagging further with tiredness. The intense stare he normally carried 24/7 is reduced to one of half-lidded, gentle gratitude and seeping weariness. Eventually I started to tune out the bloody noises of the movie and hum lowly to him as my hands, still covering his ears, guided Taka's head to rest against my chest as I noticed his eyes fluttering. Some time passed when the strict boy began to fully lean on me as he drifted into a hopefully peaceful sleep.

I felt an unfathomable amount of self content at seeing my uptight, spiky haired class president leaning against me in complete relaxation. These emotions were so overpowering that I didn't even notice that the movie was over. With my focus being solely focused on Kiyotaka, I also spared no attention to the stare of Mondo who was the only other person not shaking in a wad of covers *cough**cough* mainly Leon *cough**cough*. Even if I had seen him I wouldn't have bothered to let the gangster tear my gaze away from the innocent face Taka held while holding me with all the trust in the world right now.

This is part 1 of 2!~ Hope you enjoyed this and my other stories to come!~ The next part of this will be a direct continuation and will come real soon!~ Love you, dearies!~

Part 2

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