Entity 303 X Male! Reader

Chapter Six

(Y/N) = Your Name
(N) = Number

Where we left off: "James, what the fuck did you do?!"

His chuckles gave you good reason to just stop being mad, but you were hell-bent on making him pay. It was so hot, and sweat was forming at your hairline, forcing you to constantly swipe it off.

"Just wanted to have a little fun." He called, already missing his shirt.
It was tied around his head like a headband, forcing a childish smile from you.
"It's your turn now. It's too hot not to, (Y/N)." He argued.

You shake you head at his foolishness, and follow his example in laughter. Now you both had white ninja headbands around your faces, blocking the sweat that you had been constantly removing from your eyes.

"There you go. Happy?" You say rhetorically, laughing at his responsive pout.
He placed a warm hand on your chest, heating your face in a blush.
"Very." He replied.

Concious: Oh, you guys are bad. *Wags fingers* bad bad bad.

He notices your flushing cheeks, and smiles widely.
"And you thought you weren't gay..." He teased, deepening the pink in your face immediately.

"I wasn't." You argue. (U can decide wether u r lying or not)

"Aha!" He interrupted you uselessly. "You are now, admit it. You like this."

You didn't think it was possible to blush more, but you did, and felt his hand on your chest even more clearly.  You did like it, that was difficult to explain, and embarrassing.
"Do I have to?" You plead subtlety.

You feel his hand move around, reaching as low as your abs before circling back to the top. Your mind starts racing.
The hell are you doing?
Stop it now, before something else happens.
Deep down, you wanted that something to happen, but the rest of you didn't agree.

Half of you wanted to kiss him, just once, to get his taste back in your mouth, but the other half wanted you to wake up and see that it was just a dream; That you weren't gay for this really seductive man, and that you were in a coma, or sleeping in. Though, that would mean that some of the greatest moments in your life were fake. And that was something you couldn't stand, and that left you with one thing.
Acting slightly immature, you lean in, eyes closed.
Getting an immediate response from James, your faces collided. His lips were warmer than his hand, which had gone to your neck. You couldn't understand why you kissed him. You practically just asked him to do that something, you fool.
Too late now.
You feel a sharp tug on your head, pulling you closer to James. There was no way to stop this now, you wanted it. You knew he would stop if you asked him to, but could you?
Probably not.

James pulled away, and you looked to him with confusion in your eyes.
"What did I do?" You ask, unsure why he stopped.

"It wasn't you. I feel like this isn't the right place to do this. Let's go home?" He didn't make eye contact with you, and you knew he was about to teleport you.

"Oh, ok." You're having second thoughts.
What is going to happen now, you wonder. Are you prepared for it?

You were still contemplating your thoughts when James kissed you again. Bringing yourself back to the present, realizing that you were back in his house, you kiss him back, not bothering with you ignorant concience or its comments. Who cares what happens?

#noregrets

"(Y/N)? What do you see in me?" He asked.

"I, um, are we really doing this?" You studder, having a hard time not blushing. He nods. "The world. All the kindness, sympathies, the awesomeness, the badassness, the toils and troubles, but also all the joy and excitement. Everything in the world, including the hacking, all build up inside of you. It's strangely, um, sex-- cute. Your turn." You blush, immediately passing off the attention.

He smirks. "Hmmm. The way you notice the small things, and stay open to every possibility. Your also a surprisingly good kisser."

"Surprising? I'm a great kisser! Ever girl has told me that." You gasp, and put your hand over you heart.

"Drama queen." He commented. "How would I know you could kiss guys great as well? It's usually just one or the other."

You shake you head, and sit down on the bed. (Unintentionally rhyming! Yay!)

"How often do you work out, really?"

"(N) times a week." You say proudly.

James scoffs, and sits next to you. "Your lying." He said, trying to wrap his hand around your bicep. He nearly makes it, but is off after you flex small enough that he wouldn't notice. "Maybe not."

You smirk, watching him laugh. His teeth lit up the room, golden light illuminated his black face, perfectly contrasted. "What's you favorite thing to do?" You ask him.

His smile darkens, and he leans over to you. "This."
Without warning, he reached underneath your arms, tickling you. You are extremely ticklish, so you are flopping around on the bed in laughter like a guardian out of water. You tried to say 'no' and 'stop', but all your breath went into laughing madly. He didn't even allow you time to observe the greatest smile he had ever had, just a glimpse. Without breaking away, he kept tickling you, under the arms, on the knee, the neck, your feet. Depended on what part was closest to him. Your breath was all gone, the only noise was his laughter, a beautiful thing. Laughing was out of the question, no noise would leave your mouth, other than the laboured breaths you produced.

"Your sexy when your out of breath." James compliments, embarrassing you.

"You too." You barely comprehended what you said before it left your mouth. You covered your gaping maw, embarrassed.
He chuckled at you, and laid down on the bed next to you.

"Thanks. Maybe we should run a marathon. We'd both be sexy as fuck."

"Haha, nice joke." You smile at him childishness. Maybe you should... Nah, marathons aren't your thing. (Sry if they are)

(Yo, cannot wait for next chapter. Possible crossover stuff... Or lemon, cause I'm the world's most perverted person. It is chapter 7 next... Maybe, I have time.)