“I’m not saying it!” Tomo cried, clutching the paper away from the others in the room. Sakuno made a grab for it when she realized that Tomo really had no plans on saying who you had pulled but failed epically and fell to the floor. An was the next to try and, though she came even closer, she failed as well. Eventually you gave up and headed towards the closet and nodded for the person you got to follow.
“Let’s go, Ryoma.” Said seventh grade rose from his place on the couch next to Momoshiro and Kunimitsu and stalked after your movements.
The door shut securely behind you and then Ryoma said, “You should lock that. In case that crazy girl tries to break in.” He did have a point, so you did as he suggested and locked the door.
The closet was a little warm so you pulled out a few hair ties from your pocket and pulled your hair up into two evenly split ponytails then sat against the wall, fanning yourself. Ryoma, you guessed, was seated somewhere on the other side of the small room.
“Are you hot?” Ryoma asked. You sent him a strange look and he picked up on it so he justified the question, “you pulled your hair back so suddenly.” Ryoma sighed and fingered the hem of his shirt. Shocks of heat pulsed through you for a moment when you caught a glimpse of his pale chest but they quickly subsided.
“Yeah. It’s a little muggy in here.”
“Agreed.” Ryoma sighed. Then he muttered something about wanting a Ponta.
Sultry silence slowly enveloped both you and Ryoma for a few moments before you felt a slight movement at your side. Hot breath met the tender skin of your neck, making it even hotter in that cramped room.
“Ryoma…what are you doing?” you asked, although not completely started by his sudden presence.
“It’s so hot. Maybe we should take some clothes off, ________.’”
You smirked, “Shut up you cheesy, cocky, little bastard.” then you whipped around and slammed the sassy seventh grader up against the cold closet wall and mashed your lips against his so demandingly that he was taken aback for a moment. Soon though, Ryoma kissed back, fighting for dominance with all his might.
Ryoma was the first to add tongue to the skirmish, winning quickly and half surprising you. Still, he was Ryoma, and some skill was to be expected of him even if it was making-out(Which you suspected he’d never done before). When Ryoma started to push you back for control, you responded by immobilizing his hands with one of your own, and pinning his wrists above his head. He grunted slightly at the loss.
Still, it didn’t stop his tongue from fighting. You tried and tried, but no matter how hard you attacked him he kept his dominance over your mouth. Finally you got fed up and pulled away. “Dude,” you said quietly, “you could give me a fighting chance, you know. What do I have to do, rip your tonsils out?” [1]
Ryoma’s dark chuckled met her ears. “Maybe you just don’t want it bad enough.” Exactly one moment later Ryoma gasped in pleasure as she scrapped her teeth down his neck, finding multiple sweet spots along the tender skin automatically.
“Or maybe I need to ‘tongue-tie’ you.” The low-toned whisper made him shutter beneath you. Now this felt good. Having the total seventh-grade Ryoma McHottie shaking beneath you. Having your crush under your almost-complete power.
You latched your teeth onto his lean neck and ran your tongue all along the soft flesh, even sucking one some particular spots that you’d made a point of finding moments before. Then down, down until the collar of his shirt was in your way. Using your free hand you tugged down the cloth to reveal that pale skin once more. Butterfly kisses on the untouched skin was enough to make Ryoma moan.
“Let go.” he said under his breath. Apparently you didn’t hear him, so he said it again, louder, and in a bit of a demanding tone. Though you really didn’t want to, you let one of his hands go, just to find his grip falling on the hand you were using to hold down his shirt collar. “You hold one of my hands back, I hold one of yours back.”
You chuckled into his ear and tugged at your arm, but he held tight. “You’re so annoying, Ryoma.”
“Just now catching on?” he breathed playfully into your ear with a little lean forward. You let go of that one arm of his, if only to have yours be freed, but Ryoma played the trickster in this game of RP and flipped you over to pin you against the wall for what you guessed was going to be payback. He pulled your shirt up over your stomach and kissed the tender skin.
When he got your shirt off over your head you became quite restless for equality, so he removed his own top. His lips met the soft skin of your cleavage. Your cold hands met the skin of his chest. Each person’s part roaming the other’s. Ryoma had just kissed your lips again and gotten the nerve to grab your breasts when there was a blinding light, and ear splitting scream, and the slamming of the closet door once more.
“Sounds like Tomo.” you chuckled into the kiss you shared.
“Seems so.”
“We gonna stop?”
“Not till they make us.”
There was a few people’s silent whispers from the other side of the wooden barricade before a slow knock rapped at the door. You both ignored it and continued on.
“Ryoma, ________, times up. You’ve got to come out.” Sounded like Oishi’s nervous voice calling out to you from the other side. Ryoma’s response was to run his hands under your skirt and make you moan via hip-tickle-age. After that there was a more vicious, threatening knocking sound.
“Ryoma!” Momo boomed, “Get the hell out! Your turns up!”
With a roll of his brown eyes and an annoyed sigh, Ryoma got to his feet and opened the door a crack, “Momo?” you heard him ask.
There came a growl from the older-than-Ryoma 8th grade boy, “Get a room.”
“We’ve got one.” The door shut once more, leaving you in a giggling fit on the floor, clutching your sides. Ryoma looked back at you with a smirk gracing his lips and pounced back on top of your body, already beginning the process of kissing trails down your neck again.
“Was that not ‘making us?’”
“Not until they get a sempai.” he explained, and your giggled again. They’d sure get one there soon if they hadn’t already. They were bound to. With that in mind you pushed Ryoma off, though he whined, and gathered your shirt and threw it on. Still down on the floor Ryoma pouted, his eyes following your movements like a sad puppy.
“Quit giving me that look.” Before he could reply you leaned over, tilting his chin up with your finger, and lightly touched his lips with yours. As if in anger, Ryoma growled when you pulled away from that. Like he was saying ‘you’re kidding me, right? That’s all?’ The next second he grabbed each side of your face and smashed his lips into yours with another growl. “That’s enough.”
You pulled away and pat him on the head. He looked as if he were planning on jumping you but you were both interrupted when there came a stern yell from the hall outside of the door. “Echizen--!”
Before the voice could even finish calling his name you opened the door to a glaring Tezuka and smiled up at him. “Yelling inside someone else’s house, Tezuka-sempai? I’m stunned!” Fake gasping and then laughing at your own comedy genius, you walked away. Moments later Ryoma walked out fully dresses and followed you to a seat on the couch where you two sat together the remainder of the night.
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[1] I’ve never had my tonsils removed, but I’ve heard how much it hurts. So I can only imagine having them removed without any pain killers or being pout to sleep first…(I hear you get to eat lots of ice cream!!!) But, still, I thought that this line was funny.
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