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Lavender Roses ~ Kyoya Ootori x Reader

pairing ~ Kyoya Ootori x Reader

In which a rational head hides a generous heart, but you have always known how to see past his walls and help him bloom into the gorgeous rose he is. Enjoy a slow burn between an honor student and our beloved glasses character!

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A Challenge from Lobelia Girl's Academy!

The collar of your white button down carved into the skin of your neck, only cutting deeper each time you swallowed. The (s/c) of your suit set seemed like a good idea this morning, but now it blared at you from your peripheral, a warning of possible danger ahead.

Room A326 was a bland one, only consisting of a podium, a projector, and your teacher perched neatly on a chair in the back. In the middle of the room, a long table sits three of your high school's most influential people, one of them being Chairman Suoh. The man’s blonde lashes flickered over you and Kyoya as each of you ran through your practiced dialogue, the presentation not suffering at all from your time apart.

It was almost eerie, in fact, how easily the both of you fell into the groove of working together again, as if it was second nature.

But the thing that made your nerves stand on end wasn’t the investors watching your every single move. It wasn’t the fact that you and Kyoya had barely gotten together maybe an hour or so before one of the biggest presentations of your life. And it wasn’t that that hadn’t gone very well.

It was the fact that if you were shaken by just how natural this whole thing felt, working so fluidly together without so much as a word to each other in days, Kyoya was knocked off his feet.

People who hadn’t known him for years wouldn’t have caught the tick in his jaw, or the long looks behind his frames when it was your turn to present a slide. He gripped his index cards a little too tightly, and his tie rose too high up on his neck, the material crinkling the fabric of his shirt.

It appeared that you weren’t the only one about to burst at the seams because of how unfair it was. That the both of you had finally found someone that understood you both inside and out, made you feel comfortable in your own skin, supported you, brought you back to earth, and shared your ambitions and secrets. All for one petty, rotten, evil argument to bring it down like a gust of wind on a tower of cards.

As you fixed the lapel on your blazer, you caught eyes with him again while he spoke. His gray irises quickly flitted to look somewhere else as he swallowed thickly, and you huffed through your nose.

Rolling your eyes internally, you turn back to the projector, smiling for the investors while a million thoughts ran through your head.

Why was he acting like this? He was the one that broke your heart, and he was too stubborn to apologize for it. He had only spoken to you when absolutely necessary, and ignored you after one of the most traumatic events of your life. You knew that that day on the cliff had been a shock to everyone, but everyone else had gotten over themselves.

You knew he had an ego bigger than Mount Fuji, but you had hoped you meant more to him than his reputation.

Such a stupid thing, hope.

“And that’s why this product should be dispersed globally.” You hear yourself saying, walking in a synchronized motion to the front of the podium alongside Kyoya. “It could change the lives of millions globally, and redefine what we label technology today.”

“Thank you for your time.” Kyoya’s voice resonates in the beige room, and as you both bow deeply, your presentation ends with a period written in black ink.

Applause scatters throughout the room, but you swallow. The presentation was easy, planned. The hard part is what follows, answering questions.

“Nicely done.” One of the investors says, a woman with streaks of gray in her black hair. “Your charts were extremely easy to digest, and very well organized.”

“Agreed.” The investor to Chairman Suoh’s left nods, fixing the glasses on top of his nose. “And your idea to use rising social media as a way to advertise your product is smart. Effective.” His voice is grumbling, barely audible behind his dangling jowls.

You hitch your breath as Suoh hums, fixing his hands into a pyramid on the table, like a god about to give judgment. “The two of you have created something that could truly sell itself, and maybe become a staple in a household’s everyday life. It really could change the market for products like this.”

Kyoya’s lips stretch into his business smile. No dimples, no teeth, just kind, practiced eyes. “Thank you, Sensei, that means a great deal coming from –”

“...in theory.”

The smile drops.

“Sir?” You ask, trying to drag your heart out of your stomach.

Both of you turn to look at the Chairman as he reaches for his reading glasses, perching them on his face before glancing back down to his notes. “Isn’t that what this all is? Theory?”

“Absolutely not, Sensei.” Kyoya says, briskly walking back to his computer and bringing up the slides of the detailed plan he made to put this idea into production. “As stated previously, it would all start with the investments from–”

“Oh, please.” The Chairman dismisses Kyoya with a wave of his hand, almost laughing. “I admire the to-do list you have here, son, but it takes more than a checklist to get things off the ground. It takes research. It takes money.”

“The research is in production as we speak, sir.” You say, joining Kyoya at the computer to access your resources that you cited at the end of your slides. “While it is in the newer stages, the results have been consistent, even leading to brand new–”

“How many patented technologies have been made with this research?”

You swallow, the blue light from your screen being projected into your irises as you look up your friend’s father. “None, sir. This would be the first.”

“So it’s a risk.”

“It is.” Kyoya confirmed next to you, his lengthy form crossing to the side of the podium. “But what is reward without the risk?”

“A guaranteed one, Ootori.” Suoh clips, and he rests his reading glasses on the table.

“It might take some trials, Chairman Suoh, but you said it yourself.” You say, taking center stage. This could help millions, possibly even billions of people across the globe.”

“And how expensive is one of those trials?” He asks, his ego spilling from his chair.

You swallow, and Kyoya meets your gaze before answering in a cold tone. “Seventy-five billion yen, Sensei. As stated.”

“I know. I just wanted to hear you say it again.” The billionaire chuckles, along with the two other investors as they shake their heads, as if that amount of money could even put a dent in their personal checking accounts, let alone their savings.

Then, his face falls gently, and Suoh’s violet eyes pierce into yours, but they don’t hold the same warmth that Tamaki’s do. Just the judgment. Just the cold.

“(L/n)-san. Would you spend seventy-five billion yen on a risk?”

The collar of your shirt suddenly isn’t a smooth blade. It’s a jagged knife, tearing your skin and cutting through your windpipe as you force yourself to think. How could you be so smart and not be able to defend this project that you had poured your blood sweat and tears into?

Can you even recover from this? From the doubt that is clearly in the scowls of the investors in front of you, the disappointed frown from your teacher in the back. How could you show your face to Tamaki again, after his father had humiliated you so thoroughly? And Kyoya, god knows Kyoya is raging inside his ice-cold demeanor.

If there was ever a chance that your relationship would go back to the way it was, it was drowning in whatever vengeful emotion the Shadow King was feeling. You’re sure you’d make it back to the club room tonight and see your uniform folded neatly on a table, a note written in perfect cursive telling you, curtly, to get the hell out of his sight.

“Respectfully, Sensei. If I may.” Kyoya’s voice rings amongst your spiraling, and you’re pulled back into reality as he places a hand on your shoulder. You even feel him give you a gentle squeeze, causing you to let out the breath you have been holding.

“We can agree that seventy-five billion yen does sound like a large sum. And, yes, it is risky to bet on a product that is based on theory and predictions, therefore leaving the end result undetermined.”

Kyoya paused, and you watched as Suoh’s smirk just grew larger, nearly showing his canines in the process. “But hasn’t that been the start of all revolutionary businesses around the world? We all know that Apple Inc. started in a garage, but did you know the same was true for Amazon? Google?”

Kyoya’s back was turned to you as he began to speak to these investors like equals, his potential lighting up the room like an upcoming star.

“The same can be said for Blockbuster.” The woman said, tucking a piece of stray hair behind her ear. “Or MySpace. Blackberry.”

“All startups that ultimately failed in the long run.” The man added on, a permanent frown on his face as he analyzed the straight-A student in front of him.

“Because they couldn’t adapt.” Kyoya emphasized. “Our product is not only revolutionary, it’s evolutionary, and will change with the ages.”

“It may be a large investment, but it’s a worthy one.” You speak up, feeling supported under the confidence of the Ootori son’s words.

“I believe in this product. I believe in us as spearheads for this technology. This project will not fail with the two of us overseeing the development.” You say, gesturing between yourself and the suited host next to you.

“You two do work well together…” Suoh surmised, his cocky grin twisted into a slight frown.

You swallow the emotion you feel, playing the angle that you know will get the best response. “In the years I have come to know Kyoya, he has never once gave up on something he believes in. He is always going after what he wants with the finesse and ambition that anyone would want to have on their team.”

Kyoya brings his fist up to his throat, clearing it before fixing his lenses. “And I could say the same for (Y/n). Her creative intelligence and determination in her work is unmatched, making her not only an asset to this product, but also to Ouran as a whole.”

You look at him then, catching the way the veins in his jaw pulsed under the stress. His posture was straight, hands clasped in front of him maybe a little too tightly as he finished his praise.

He’s practically shaking, breaking his own pride to admit that he needs you. Believes in you, just as he always had. And that breaks something in you as well.

“Fine then, you two can talk to the investor panel at the end of this year.” Suoh grunts, earning the slow nods of the other two judges.

You whip your head around and smile brightly, taking a deep breath to thank him before he holds up a finger.

“However, there will be conditions. Find solid research that dilutes the risk of getting it produced.” He stands, the rest of them following suit as they begin to pack their things.

“Yes sir.” You say, vowing to do whatever you can to get your idea off the ground.

“And find a way to lessen the price. No matter how much you believe in something, it doesn’t change the price tag.”

“Of course.” Kyoya acquiesces.

Sighing with his briefcase in hand, Suoh is the last one out the door, on his way back to his office for the rest of the school day. He looks back at the two of you with his mouth in a straight line, but you can see a little bit of pride in his violet eyes.

“Congratulations, you two. We will be in touch.”

With that, he closed the door behind him, leaving both you and Kyoya with bewildered stares as his disappearing form.

“So…” You start, creasing your brows. “That went well. Right?”

The megane’s eyes shot to yours, before shaking his head once. “Not even close.”

“I mean, maybe it started out rocky, but we got the deal!”

“Barely.” Kyoya cuts your excitement in half. “We barely were able to pass through to the investor panel because our project was flawed.”

“It couldn’t have been perfect the first try.”

“It would’ve been better if you had answered the question decently, instead of standing there frozen.”

You stand there, shocked. “If I had answered honestly, the panel would’ve been discouraged against production. I was trying to find a way to-”

“Saying anything at all would’ve been better than letting the Chairman’s question hang in the air.”

Scoffing, you turn your back to him, shoving your laptop back into its case. “Well, everything turned out okay. You saved it with the connections to some of the biggest companies in the world, you should be proud.” Distaste leaked from your tone.

You hear the click of his briefcase echo as he packs his things, the lifeless room surrounding you. “I can’t save you everytime.”

Your hands pause, hovering over the zipper of your purse. The room is silent then, only the ruffling of clothes and the pounding of your heart making any noise. Your mouth is dry as you close your eyes, willing the rage and sadness that you feel to go away, just go away as a dark voice plays in your mind.

Stop it. Stop it, (Y/n). Don’t do this to me.

A briefcase clicks shut right as your zipper closes your purse, and you curse whoever made you and Kyoya forever in sync.

“Is that what this is about?” The tension strains your vocal chords as you ask, but you don’t turn to face him.

He isn’t looking at you either when he swallows. “It’s complicated.”

Nodding, you pull your purse onto your shoulder, and Kyoya barely has time to react before you’re furiously brushing past him.

“Let me make it less complicated for you, then. Since everything else is.” Your voice is cold as you push open the exit, still avoiding eye-contact. “You won’t have to save me anymore.”

Your shoes clack as you fly out the door.

Kyoya heaved off his glasses slowly, rubbing his eyes and the indentions that his frames had made on his nose.

“Christ, Ootori.” He mumbled to himself, running his hand down his face.

Why couldn’t he let you go?

Multiple people had made him angry to the point that he had cut off all contact with him, but it had never left him feeling so empty, so desperate for what was lost.

The director justified that it was because you were everywhere. He couldn’t get over your relationship because he saw you everytime he stepped into school, into the club he built. You were in his classes, his extracurriculars, your contact was pinned to the top of his messaging app (purely for easier access, of course). Your name was even signed on the same documents he had to fill out for his father because of the damned partnership between your two families.

He just couldn’t get rid of you. Physically or mentally.

Not only were you an active presence on campus grounds, but in the late hours of the night he saw your face smiling down at him in the sunlight, your laugh rang in his ears when he made a sarcastic comment.

He saw you disappear over a cliff’s edge.

His heart spiked and he threw on his glasses once more, sharply exiting the presentation room. He willed himself not to dwell on how things used to be, just what they were now. You had been reckless, so reckless that you could’ve been seriously injured. The pain he would’ve felt if somehow you hadn’t come back from that, or if your injuries were greater…it scared him.

All that feeling, the attachment, the wanting. It terrified him.

“No, Mom, I just–I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Your voice trailed along the empty hallways of the business building. School was still in session, but it was between periods. Everyone was in their classes.

Kyoya froze and expected you to be around the corner, fully prepared to turn the other way. But when you weren’t there, he listened again.

“I don’t think I want to stay here.” Dark eyebrows furrowed as he followed the echo to the women’s bathroom. Hearing you stutter and interrupt your mother made him lean against the wall outside the door.

“No, I know Ouran's the best, I know. And I really like it here. It’s just…” He heard you take in a breath while he held his own. “It’s getting too difficult. Were you able to send over the blank transfer application? To Lobelia?”

Kyoya’s head dropped against the wall as he suppressed a groan. Immediately, his body pushed off the wall, and soon he was walking quickly down the hallway. The afternoon sun traced his body through the exposed windows as he took tight turns, his long legs putting in their work as he jogged up the carpeted steps.

His head and his heart were at war as they both pounded on his way to Music Room #3. Just let her go, his mind yelled, then you can be free from whatever feeling she is holding over you.

But what would your life be, his heart cried, without her?

Kyoya busted through the pink doors, alight and tie slightly askew.

He clears his throat as he adjusts the tie, storming up to a surprised Tamaki.

“Kyo, hey. Is your presentation over? How did it g-”

“Will it work?”

“Will what work?” The blonde stands at his full height.

“Your plan to keep Haruhi and (Y/n) here at Ouran. Will it work?”

“Of course it will.” Tamaki gets a knightly gleam in his eye, pounding his fist into his palm. “We just need to do a few more things.”

“Leave it to me.” Kyoya states, his lenses flashing. “How can I be of service?”

The crowd around you cheers as you hug your middle. The Zuka Club performs gloriously on the stage in front of you, your front seat perspective making them seem larger than they actually are. And, you have to admit, their pompous, look-at-me attitudes are really helping their cause here. They are great actors.

Benio, Chizuru, and Hinako all move fluidly to their final positions, getting ready to set off the performance's grand finale.

“Lo~”

“Bel~”

“Li~”

“A~!”

The cheers get even louder, and you wince at the noise. Sighing, you look around at the crazed fans with hearts for eyes, wondering if this will really be the kind of people you will go to school with.

Not like they are any different from the fan girls at Ouran.

As the Zuka Club descends from the stage, a fan bumps into you as they try to get closer to the stage, knocking the enclosed letter out of your hand. You scurry to pick it up, praying that nobody steps on it as the crowd disperses. Your fingers are just about to wrap around the cream-colored paper before a lithe, manicured palm picks it up.

“What’s this?” Benibara’s smooth voice rings in your ears as you watch her read the front.

“Hey, wait, that’s not for you-” You scramble, but the squeal of Hinako’s excitement stops you from speaking.

“Oh my god! You’re transferring to Lobelia?!” She jumps, hands over her mouth.

“No!” Your voice cracks at the volume, and you bring it down as you clear your throat. “I was just…thinking about it. The forms are blank.”

“Well, thinking is over, maiden.” Chizuru smiles, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, giving you a squeeze. “You are wanting to become one of us! Isn’t that great, girls?”

“Don’t get too excited,” A warning laces your tone as you pull away from the blonde. “I was just thinking about it. I’m not sure I’ll even get in.”

“Please, beauty.” Beni says, spinning you as she and her gang begin to walk back into the halls of Ouran. “If you were intelligent enough to be accepted into Ouran High School, then you will be just as openly invited to join Lobelia Academy.”

“Are you saying that Ouran has better academics?” You say, raising an eyebrow at the hand on the small of your back.

“Absolutely not!” Hinako scoffs. “Lobelia is the best in every wa-”

“Admittedly, yes.” The leader’s voice dips, and you can tell it pains her to have Ouran be the best at something. “But our grades have always placed second.”

And isn’t that where you should be?, you think as you pace back to the Music Room, somewhere that accepts second place?

“Oh, hello there, young maiden.” Snapping yourself out of your thoughts, Benio calls to a figure that rounded a corner, unfortunately crossing the path of you and the Zuka Club.

You see Haruhi whip her short hair around, eyes widening as she makes eye contact with the three girls in maroon skirts, before meeting yours.

“Oh, hi ladies. Hey, (Y/n).” She waves, waiting for you to catch up to her. She eyes the way Benio’s hand guides your back.

“You shouldn’t call her a maiden in public.” You hiss at the girls, pulling away from them for a second time. “It could raise the wrong idea.”

“Not for long.” Beni smiles, a song of victory in her inflection. “Are you prepared to leave, Haruhi?”

A confused look crosses over her visage. “Leave?”

Chizuru nods. “Yes! With (Y/n) on our side, we are prepared to confront those boys and set things straight once and for all.”

“What do you mean ‘set things straight’? (Y/n)? What are they talking about?”

“This, beauty.” Benio says, and to your horror, hands her the transfer forms she had stolen from you. Haruhi’s brown eyes go wide, her intelligence making it so she connects the dots at a lightning speed.

“No, no Haruhi, I promise, it’s not what you think.”

That makes her even more perplexed. “So, you’re not transferring to Lobelia?”

“She sure is.” Hinako nods, a smirk coming onto her face.

“All she has to do is sign, and we will-”

“Stop. Just, stop for a second and listen to me.” You’re begging at this point, already seeing the hurt sink into Haruhi’s eyes.

“You three, shut up.” Pointing at the Zuka Club, you drag them to the otherside of the hallway. “Stay here while I talk to Haruhi.”

You begin to move before you hear shuffling behind you, so you whip around, glaring. “In private.”

The Zuka Club just roll their eyes, but they turn anyway.

Turning back, you swallow when you see Haruhi has her mouth in a thin line, but you’re so grateful that she is reasonable enough to let you explain.

“Haruhi, I’m not transferring.” You pause, taking a breath. “Yet.”

“Yet?”

Taking the letter out of her hands, you straighten out the crinkled paper. “I was going to bring this to the meeting today to let everyone know that I was going to apply. I didn’t want you all to be blindsided.”

“Yeah, well. I feel pretty blindsided right now.” Haruhi scoffs, crossing her arms. “(Y/n), what are you thinking?”

“I don’t know! I just, I’m trying to fix things. And I keep making it worse. I thought that if I just left, things would get better on their own.”

“With us?”

You almost whine at the hurt look she gives you, like a hesitant deer coming out into the sun. “No, no, that’s not it. I love you, I love being your friend.”

And you realized you did. You had missed the silent support she gives you through your times of anxiety and stress, but you had been pushing her away because you were sad and angry.

“I-I know I haven’t been around recently, and I really don’t want to talk about why.” You bite the inside of your lip again. “But I know that I want to be better, so I thought…”

“You thought leaving would help you be around more?” Haruhi asks, an exasperated smile highlighting her cheekbones.

“...Yes? When you put it like that, it sounds stupid.” You chuckle.

Haruhi shakes her head, punching you lightly in the shoulder. “That’s because it is.”

You stare at the ground for a minute before see her shift her weight. “Look, I don’t know what’s bothering you. But I won’t press.” The honor student holds her hands in a mock-surrender. “But I do want to be here for you. Just like you are for me.”

Your eyes meet hers again, brown crashing with (e/c), and it’s warm and sisterly. “Let me do that for you.”

A stuttering breath keeps your tears of joy at bay. “Yeah, yeah. I will.” You smile wetly. “I’m sorry.”

Haruhi just hums, taking the envelope in her hands and ripping it in half. “Yeah, you should be.” She finishes with a smile.

A disappointed Zuka Club meets you back at the clubroom’s entrance.

You quirk an eyebrow at them. “You eavesdropped, didn’t you?”

“Yes, but we still haven’t heard Haruhi’s answer!” Chizuru exclaims.

Haruhi rolls her eyes. “Actually-”

“Nope! No time!” Benio rushes, pushing Haruhi through the doors as you follow behind. “Let’s show them that you, maiden, should come to school with us and be with your own kind!”

But all of them freeze.

Stepping around them, you see their pale faces. Confused brows scrunching, you follow their eyeline to see colors and makeup, wigs and dresses and then-

Holy shit.

Kyoya’s wearing a corset.

“Ouran~!”

Off-key harmonization rings throughout the room, making sure to dampen the name Music Room #3. A bright light suddenly comes up on Tamaki, draped in a red gown with blonde extensions wrapped into a high ponytail. Red lipstick floods his mouth as he sings, posing in his very own spotlight.

“Host Club welcomes you~!”

There’s silence as you scan each and every one of your hosts. The twins look elegant, Honey is just darling, and Mori is dashing in his blue suit. Kyoya is perched on the couch, a fan in one hand as his purple dress cascades over his long legs.

Their makeup is terrible, their hair is hanging by a bobby pin on their heads, and once you and Haruhi meet eyes, it’s all over. The two of you double over laughing, clutching your sides as you collapse to the ground.

Benio is raging, smoke practically coming out of her ears. “What is the meaning of this? Are you trying to make fun of womenkind?!”

Tamaki gasps dramatically. “Absolutely not.” He begins to make his way over to you, his ankles bending as he fails to walk in heels, making you laugh even harder. “My dears, you all have lived sheltered lives, and may not know that Haruhi and (Y/n) like free things.”

In the midst of your tears, Tamaki gathers his voice, raising his voice a few octaves which makes you wheeze. “You ladies may be distracted by the Zuka Club, but choose us! And you will not only gain a club of brothers, but sisters as well! See?”

He bats his false eyelashes, the glue coming off the edge of his eyelid. “Aren’t I pretty?”

The Hitachiin Twins pop out, and you and Haruhi can finally stand. “We’re the Hitachiian sisters! We’re just teasing you.” They giggle like girls, a hand over their lips.

Honey-senpai prances about. “Listen, (N/n)-chan, Haru-chan, call me big sis, okay?” He asks, big eyes staring up at you as Mori taps his tambourine.

You looked expectantly at Kyoya to pose, flounce, do something, but you smirk when he just rolls his purple-shadowed eyes, his fan covering his face.

“Do you idiots really think you can win them over like this? I mean–”

But Tamaki’s head piece tilted off his head, floating to the ground, and it made both the honor students crack up again.

“Oh my god, I can’t breathe. I’m dying!” You cry, trying to catch your breath.

“This is too much! I don’t even know what you are trying to do?” Haruhi adds, and your laughter sings across the pink walls.

“You really think we’re that funny?” The twins come up to the both of you, purposefully swaying their hips. It breaks you down, and your cheeks hurt from smiling. The twins lunge at you and start chasing you, only for them to stumble as they run in heels. They try to catch you around your middle, your tears of joy flying back behind you.

“Maiden, what is your decision?” Benio gets Haruhi’s attention as they watch you three run around, and Haruhi just shakes her head.

“I’m sorry, but your club’s not for me. I think your school is great, but I came to Ouran with a goal and a plan for my future. I don’t think I was ever going to really leave Ouran.”

“Haruhi~!” Tamaki practically melts, violet eyes glistening as he twirls over to her. But then, he stops suddenly, pointing at her with an accusatory grimace. It was hard to take seriously.

“Wait, if you knew you weren’t going to leave, then why did you act all angry yesterday?”

Haruhi put her hands on her hips. “How would you feel if I took something of yours without asking? I really liked that pencil!”

“But I asked if you wanted my teddy bear pencil in return and you refused!” The prince whined, bringing the pencil back out from the confines of his skirt.

“That’s right, and I still don’t want it.” She says blandly, causing Tamaki to whimper.

Throughout the chaos, the Zuka Club stands.

“Um, Benio…” Chizuru starts. “Maybe we should-”

“Yes, I know.” The leader of the Zuka Club sighs, a frown creasing her handsome features. “We are not going to give up on you maidens! I swear, someday, we will come and rescue you from this place!”

No one is paying attention. Benio growls, spinning around and mumbling to herself as they walk out of the clubroom.

“And when we do, we will abolish the host club.”

The afternoon’s session ends with a bang. The guests loved the get-ups and the dresses, absolutely swooning over every host in the room. But now, as the chaos dies down and things are being cleaned up, you square your shoulders.

I deserve to be here. You think over and over, and it lightens the weight on your chest. I deserve to be here, to be happy and to get answers. I deserve to try.

Taking a sharp breath, you find a tall form, black hair a little messy from the absence of a wig as Kyoya reaches behind his back, struggling with the strings on his corset.

“Need help?” You ask gently, but he still jumps, his head turning ever-so-slightly to look over his shoulder.

A deep sigh rumbles through his chest, and you see the tips of red that color his ears. “Unfortunately.�� He admits.

A small chuckle breaks through your lips, and your fingers begin to work the strings of the corset off of him, brushing against the button-up shirt he kept underneath.

Looking up, you realize that he is impossibly taller than usual. “You’re still wearing the heels?” He is standing straight, perfectly balanced as if he immediately mastered the art of wearing them.

“I couldn’t bend over to take them off with this corset suffocating me. I don’t know how women ever wore these monstrosities.”

“It’s an acquired taste.” You laugh, and the tension eases slightly, both in the air and on the straps of his corset as the piece comes undone, and you step away.

He steps out of it and sighs into a chair, pulling his ankle onto his knee to work on the strap on the shoe. You bite the inside of your lip, shifting your weight on your feet a little-

“You need to stop doing that at some point. It’s a bad habit. ” Kyoya’s voice interrupts your awkward shuffling and you stand straighter, looking up at him.

“Doing what?”

“The lip-biting.” He says, not even looking at you as he ties his own dress shoes into place. “If you have something to say, then say it. Don’t sacrifice the integrity of your lips just because your anxious.”

“Right.” You release your lip from between your teeth, a small smile being placed on them instead. “I just wanted to say thank you.”

“For what?”

“For trying to keep me here at Ouran.”

His gray eyes flick up at you as he works his laces for a brief moment before he nods. “I think everyone would agree that you are an asset to this organization.”

“And for speaking to me again.”

This time his foot drops off his knee, and he is looking up at you from his seat. It’s as if he’s realizing he has subtly lifted his cold shoulder.

“Yes, well, I thought that maybe, if you weren’t going to apologize, it was time.”

“Uh huh.” You tease, crossing your arms. “Because my pestering did nothing to push that along?”

He simply pushes up his glasses. “Your presence is quite grating.”

A smile pushes it way to your mouth before you can stop it, and soon you are pulling it back, remembering why you came over here.

“Look, I know you’re mad at me.”

“Because you were unsafe, reck–”

“Reckless, stupid, yes I know.” You finish for him before he can repeat what he berated you for on the beach. “But, I’m mad at you, too.”

His shoulder straighten at that. “Wh–”

“I,” You sigh, holding up a finger. “I can’t tell you why. Not yet. But I just wanted to say, if we are going to be mad at each other without trying to fix it, then we need to set some ground rules.”

His sharp features deadpanned. “And what, (Y/n), would those be?”

“You can’t call me stupid. We both know that I’m not” Assertiveness races through your voice, and you see him wince at the memory of him doing just that.

“We have to talk to each other. It doesn’t have to be as…constant, as it was.” You swallow, and the atmosphere depresses just a little. “But we have to be communicative.”

“Except when you don’t want to talk about something? How is that fair?” The businessman pushes, leaning his elbows onto his bent knees.

“I told you I will. When I’m ready. I know you might not think so, but I deserve that.” You can tell that Kyoya wants to retort, but one look from you, and it dies in his throat.

“And lastly,” Your voice loses that harsh, dictatorial tone, growing softer as you watch him intently. “I want you to know that I’m thankful you took that dive for me.”

Kyoya stops blinking, those calm gray clouds switching between each of your pupils.

“I don’t know what it ruined, but I’m sad that what I did broke whatever was, or what I thought was possibly…growing between us. But I will forever be grateful that I had a friend like you who would jump off a cliff for me.” You take a beat, grasping at your hands.

“That’s it.” Looking back up, you see Kyoya looking at you with the warmth that you thought you had lost, but then it’s gone as he shakes his head. “I’ll see you around.”

Spinning on your heel, your shoes clack across the tile before you hear Kyoya’s voice call out behind you. “(Y/n).”

Turning, you look at him, standing with a loosely buttoned shirt, his voice floating through the air.

“You’re welcome.”

Next Time on Lavender Roses

“Is Haruhi really suffering in poverty? I have to see for myself!”

“She is probably fine, we don’t need to go over.”

“Wait, (Y/n), how did you know about that?”

Day in the Life of the Fujioka Family!

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jamdoughnutmagician · 2 years ago

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Slipping Through Her Fingers

Steve Harrington x Female Reader

Summary: Everyone knows how important Steve’s hair is to him, but when it comes to you? He can’t think of anything better than the feel of your fingers scratching at his scalp.

Warnings:18+, Smut, Oral Sex (F Receiving), Fingering, Steve Harrington eats pussy for his own pleasure, coming untouched, nothing else that I can think of?

Word Count: 757 (just a short little drabble that I needed to get out of my system or it was going to burn a hole in my brain)

Authour’s Note:First time writing for Steve Harrington, so maybe it might not be the best, and might seem a bit out-of-character, but Joe Keery as Steve Harrington with that hair? honestly he’s SO boyfriend shaped.

If anyone knew Steve Harrington, then one thing that was evidently clear from just looking at him, and that was that his hair was very important to him. Very important. God forbid anyone get close enough to him to mess with his perfectly styled locks. His secret blend of Fabergé Organics and Farrah Fawcett spray is a secret that stays with him and only him. Well maybe Dustin too, but he’s sworn that kid to secrecy.

So yeah, Steve’s very protective over his hair.

However, Steve’s protectiveness over his self-described ‘best feature’ all but goes out of the window the moment he’s alone with you.

He’s so eager to feel your delicate fingers weave their way into his hair and scratch over his scalp.

He has you sprawled out on his bed, your thighs thrown over each of his shoulders as he pleases you in his most favourite way.

His plump soft lips wrapping around your clit, sucking it into the warm wet heat of his mouth. Leaving hot wet kisses all over your core, and his tongue tracing up and down your wet slit. He briefly moved his lips from your pussy, trailing his kisses over your thighs, and then trailing them even further up your body, leaving soft butterfly-light kisses all over your stomach, his lips finally finding their place in-between the valley of your breasts. Sucking bruises into your skin, where only he would see them. Knowing that those marks were there for him, because of him? Well that was the fun of it in his eyes.

His lips wrap around one of your nipples, sucking it in his mouth, pinching and plucking your other nipple to a teased hardened peak.

That’s when he feels it. Feels your fingers carding their way through his hair and tugging at his locks in a way that has him grinding and rutting his already hard cock against the soft skin of your thighs with a desperate whine.

Leaning up above you one of his large cradles your jaw as his lips connect with yours in a sloppy, passionate kiss, tongues tangling together. Taking his hand that was tenderly holding your face, you take the opportunity to slip his index and middle fingers in your mouth. Sucking his long fingers into the warm wet heat of your mouth, letting your tongue work between the two digits.

He swears every thought he’s ever had leaves his brain watching his fingers slip past your sweet lips.

Making his way back down your body he presses the two of his spit-slick fingers into your core. He leans down with his hair flopping down over his eyes as his tongue darts out to wet his lips before going back to leave kisses on your clit and sucking into his mouth.

He continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, and flick his tongue over your clit all the while you tug at his strands on his scalp.

He’s so focused on your pleasure, that his own needs are almost secondary to him. Almost.

Laying on his stomach sprawled between your thighs, his hips are furiously grinding themselves against the mattress, eating you out like he needs it to survive.

He can tell you’re close, he’s been in this position many times before, he can tell by the way your moans of ‘Stevie please…’ are all but almost whimpered out between those little groans and tugging of his hair to get him to be closer to where you need him most.

He curls his fingers inside you just right, hitting that spot that he knows will have you seeing stars.

‘That’s it, Angel, give it to me, come for me’ he mumbles against you as he feels you falling apart and clenching around his fingers.

Coming up from his place between your thighs to wrap his strong arms around your naked body in a warming embrace, his places a sweet kiss to your lips

“I do believe it’s my turn to return the favour” you smile up at him with a cheeky glint in your eyes.

“Oh no, you don’t have to worry about me, I kind of…already…” he trails off hoping that he wouldn’t have to explain to you how getting you off had him creaming in his sweatpants like a damn horny teenager.

“Oh..” -you started with a blush, understanding exactly what he was trying to tell you- “..well as soon as you’re ready to go again, you’re gonna get it, Stevie, just you wait.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington smut #stranger things fanfic #stranger things s4 #steve 'the hair' harrington #steve harrington #steve harrington imagines

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yerion · 1 year ago

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hit the line.

before the race, you encounter your rival—jeon jungkook. instead of seeing him on the tracks, jungkook invites you to his waiting room to ensure that no eyes are watching but his. pairing : racer!jungkook x racer!f-reader. genres : mild fluff, mainly suggestive themes. content : jungkook is slightly toxic because he’s obsessed with you and has a tendency to grab onto your neck a little too harshly. word count : 2,4k.

this lobby is a pigsty. just an abundance of egotistical racers, mostly made of men, chortling and snickering about the petty little numbers etched into their records.

nothing is ever different here, except the numbers beside your name.

it’s the only salvageable aspect in this industry, considering that’s the only statistic that matters here.

however, there happens to be a wild card in today’s race. all empty heads did turn at the news of him earlier, and of course, the room still remains heated. simply unnoticeable if a glance is all someone would offer.

to be precise, it’s because of him—the variable.

when he walked in the room full of unbending tension, your façade inevitably dulled at the sight of jeon jungkook—your one and only rival on the tracks.

you’ve heard of him, but this is your first time seeing him up close.

inquisitive, you drastically swing your head to the side, hoping to catch a glimpse of his infamous side profile.

your eyes are half-shut in lack of interest as you scrutinise the average guy in his jet black race suit, sitting maybe ten metres ahead of you.

the only thing recognisable is that he looks as bored as you.

a solid 6/10.

as if he heard, jungkook lifts himself up from the couch he was sitting on; he didn’t seem comfortable because of how low the couch is for his height anyway.

besides, considering the bored guise he has displayed on his excessively praised features, his decision to leave the lobby isn’t so surprising.

you continue to stare at him when he walks past you, and at the last second, he returns a knowing gaze before ultimately exiting the room without causing much commotion like before.

whatever that meant.

staring up at the clock mounted on a wall ahead, you bat your eyes upon checking that there’s plenty of time before your race. consequently, in your place of being a veteran racer, you’re beyond capable of dedicating a fraction of your time to unnecessary things like tailing his steps.

you’re just curious.

a decisive breath slipping past your lips, you stand, determined to go through the same door. you turn a slight corner, retreating from your chair to push through the exit, palms flat against the door.

“i must be bothering you a lot.” you suddenly hear as soon as you let go of the door to shut.

viciously snapping your head towards the unfamiliar voice, you don’t even try to hide the obvious shock written all over your face when you catch jungkook smirking at your entrance. “say that again?” you raise a brow at his absurd assumption.

he’s not entirely wrong.

“i don’t see you denying.” his smirk still intact, he crosses his arms to test your temperament.

“you’re full of yourself.” you snarl as you lean forward to his face in hopes of erasing the triumphant smirk off of his face. to think the jeon jungkook is a conceited bastard outside of his car is an ego boost you didn’t think you’d need.

jungkook inches further, stopping when his forehead meets yours. “such a hypocrite you are.” he peers down at your shorter height before whispering, “i know you.”

“who doesn’t?” you bark out a scoff before trying to shove him away with both hands. jungkook doesn’t budge at that, so all you do is grit your teeth behind your own scowl.

“you’re right,” jungkook mutters under his breath. “after all, we’re surrounded by all these racers who think they have a chance against you.” grinning lopsidedly, he reaches out to play with a strand of your hair, twirling a lock on his index finger until your hair tightens around his digit.

you wince inwardly at the sudden tug of your hair. “isn’t it too late for flattery?”

by slightly angling his head to the side, jungkook eyes the empty yet vast corridor. on each side of you, there’s two routes—to the left is the exit, and to the right are the waiting rooms. “if we stay here, someone will see us.”

“so?”

“you know, we look extremely suspicious right now.”

you watch your hair smoothly slide out of jungkook’s fingers. “two people can’t talk to each other?”

“who says i’m talking?”

footsteps—you can undoubtedly hear someone—perhaps two, walking towards the door behind your shoulder. the weight of each step becomes heavier and louder with every second passing.

you didn’t want the world to fall into jungkook’s hands, but once again, today is another day that orbits around his control.

“just come to my room.” jungkook coaxes in a sweet whisper. “i’ll tell you what i think about right before pressing down on the accelerator.” he chuckles mockingly, “come on, it’ll lessen the thought of me in your head.”

“me?” you almost choke on air. “thinking about you?”

“you give yourself away too easily.” jungkook backs away with the truth in his mouth. “i saw you staring and now you’ve been caught following.”

“shut up.” you retort in embarrassment. “save the words and lead the way.” you roll your eyes, casually smacking his shoulder as you trudge past him—an insufficient blow for his arrogance, but it’ll have to do for now.

because you won’t lie, you’d like to figure out what lives in his head.

the journey to his room isn’t far. is it a coincidence that his room happened to be the first one down in the line? when jungkook stops at a door, you hover behind him, hoping to maintain a reasonable distance between the two of you.

“so what is it that you want to know?” jungkook asks without giving you a minute to adjust in his territory.

you scour his room absentmindedly whilst approaching jungkook who’s resting against the table supporting all of his equipment—an extra helmet, gloves and some clothes to change into afterward; all made by calvin klein. “weren’t you the one who offered a conversation about your mindset before a race?” you huff in annoyance, “unless you were joking like a piece of shit.”

“no way.” jungkook cracks a grin at your audacious demeanour.

“then?”

jungkook gestures to you to come closer, and at first, you’re adamant. you dislike how you’re agreeing with all his suggestions so far, but you choose to forfeit when you realise that jungkook has no intention to move and do anything for himself.

“what?” you observe jungkook’s maximised mien now that you’re helplessly close. there’s a tenuous freckle under his lower lip, and on top of a vein, an even darker freckle on the side of his neck has taken its place on his tanned complexion. there’s also a scar on his cheek—so fine and delicate; luckily the scar doesn’t seem like it carries trauma.

with all those considered, a 7/10.

“this is exactly what i’m talking about.” jungkook catches you red-handed again. it’s no secret you were scanning him directly in front of his face anyway.

“shut up.”

“will you?”

“you’re telling me to shut—” the strength in your voice vanishes completely at the sensation of an arm suddenly snaking around your waist.

privacy is what he was after.

once an arm of jungkook’s has clinged onto your paralysed body drenched in utmost surprise, he deliberately tightens his grip around one side of your torso to keep you alert. “if you want me to stop talking, do it yourself.” he implies suggestively.

“just because you know me, that doesn’t give you the right to randomly touch me like this—” you cut yourself off, knowing your words mean nothing but pure entertainment to him. his unserious smile alone says a million words. “are you even listening?”

“it’s you i think about.” jungkook abruptly confesses as a means of dismissing your complaints.

baffled, you blink profusely at his insane answer. “are you joking?” you spit out, flustered by the amount of confusion and irritation jungkook gave like nothing.

“do i look like i’m joking?” he interjects as if offended.

“how is it not?” you aggressively interrogate the meaning behind his words. “unless you happen to be a fan of mine.”

wordlessly, he circles both his arms around your waist to trap you in between his thighs. “what’s your thought on dating fans?” he tilts his head and grins cryptically with you in his proximity. “or how about someone who drives better than you?”

“choosing winners already?” you hiss at his stretched confidence before planting your palms against his shoulders to fend him from sticking to you further. “get off of me.” hands now grasping jungkook’s zipper above his adam’s apple, your eyebrows collapse into an intense furrow.

jungkook rocks his head back, chuckling breathily at your rough initiation before returning the undivided attention back to your weary eyes. “how about a bet?” unbothered by your grapple, he lightly taps his finger against your back a few times, knowing what kind of effect it has on you.

jungkook’s fingertips are like electricity; a part of you jolts as a shiver runs through your back, all the way to your nape. however, your ears perk up at the inception of a gamble. “what now?” a frown persists to mask your intrigue against him. “i swear, if it’s something stupid—”

a shallow laughter releases from his own depths. “now i have your attention?”

eventually, your grip loosens, and before you know it, your arms are back to your sides. “you surely do talk a lot.”

“that can be helped.” like someone who knows exactly what the next card is in the deck, jungkook is quick to yank your entire body towards a certain direction with the help of his arms; not even is there time for a breath to pass your oesophagus. he almost trips you over onto his thigh with the fuel of force, clearly unconcerned of your landing. you’re triggered to instinctively grasp onto his shoulders, desperate to avert any sort of injury prior to your race. “should i demonstrate how?” he asks once his eyes are locked with yours, catching the remaining panic in your orbs before they can diminish.

shit.

your whole body burns—from the centre and outward, the wildfire spreads at a speed different from a blooming flower. not only are you compelling every ounce of anxiety to subside, but you’re overwhelmed by embarrassment too—you’re helplessly tangled under one guy’s touch; a guy whomst you’ve never met before. any knowledge you have of him is what everyone knows too.

yet here you are, slowly enjoying every bit of temptation he’s feeding you.

screw it.

“go on,” is all you say.

that puts jungkook at a pause: his eyes widen in a way that appears unbelievably innocent—at least in this strange second, he’s not as arrogant and egocentric. instead he just looks like a lost kid who got permission to kiss a girl for the first time.

8/10.

containing your chuckle, you proceed to sling your arm around his neck in ease. “not so confident now—” you tease, “—huh, jungkook?”

“well,” jungkook smirks knowingly. “no need for confidence if you’re going to make things easier.” one arm latched around your waist, jungkook lets his other hand creep up towards your nape—and again, you feel it—your body tensing and squirming internally in resistance as if you’re being electrified.

sucking in a breath at the feeling of each of jungkook’s fingers wrapping around your neck, you purse your lips to exaggerate a frown purely made of frustration. “just kiss me already.” you suggest boldly. “we can’t be doing this at the start line, can we?”

“i would.”

“what the—”

“go on a date with me after this.”

before you can utter a single word, the tightness surrounding your neck intensifies, restricting you momentarily from any movement. all the oxygen in the air melts away, and silence jails the two of you—every second starts playing in slow motion, and you feel as though you can dissect each second if you were given the job to do so.

“how should you respond?”

all you do is nod, and immediately, the concept of distance detonates. jungkook pushes down on your neck, letting your head dip further towards him. you don’t dare to breathe or make yourself known to him right now, instead you take him into your heated embrace, feeling as if that’s the only thing you’re authorised to do—or are you?

just like that, jungkook’s gaze sinks, focusing on your lips for seconds before inching forward to press his lips against yours. unlike the rest of his body, his lips are gentle. it resembles a fragment of the past; you envision the jungkook who froze at your reciprocation. at that, you begin to notice the fuzziness taking place in your chest as you familiarise yourself with him and his antics.

however your thoughts are cut short when jungkook tilts his head to deepen the kiss. as his lips part, yours does too. his hand still remains secured around the base of your neck, left with no necessity to escalate. his weakened grip grants you a single opportunity to break away from his lips, but your arms stay, eager to contain all of his heat for yourself.

“do you do that often?” you murmur, side-eyeing the hand holding you captive.

“thanks to you.” jungkook replies, his voice now profoundly tender.

“can i get a different answer for once?”

“i mean it.” this time, jungkook cups your cheek with the hand that kept you down. “i race because i wanted to meet you.”

race.

shit.

your race.

his race.

the race.

“jungkook?” you call out his name for the first time. “our race?” upon glancing at the clock behind him, you try to rock jungkook’s shoulders by flailing your arms. “hello? i need to make a living?”

“if that’s your only concern, i can manage.”

you dart your eyes back to jungkook. “i get that you’re obsessed with me, but can you let me win the race first?” you sigh dramatically, “you didn’t even tell me about the bet.”

“i didn’t expect you to—”

“shut up.”

“how about your questionable habit while kissing?”

“if it wasn’t for you, i wouldn’t be gripping onto the steering wheel that fucking hard.”

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iovetecchou · 1 year ago

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⌜Closer ⧸ Blade⌟𓂃༞♡

༞ Contains..! smut, jealous!blade, soft dom!blade, fingering, oral (f), making out, slight!manhandling, praise kink, hair pulling, creampie, biting (slight blood mention from this), cockwarming

༞ AFAB Reader.

༞ 1,655 words.

You and your partner, Blade, kept your relationship a secret for several reasons. He wanted to ensure your safety at all costs, but your shared secrecy had pros and cons.

"Ah, Blade! Welcome home. How was your day?" You perked up; the second the door swung open, revealing your boyfriend of several years. But something was… off. He hadn't spoken a word upon his arrival. And his heavy footsteps steadily approaching alarmed you slightly.

"Blade, what's wrong—" Before you could turn to meet his gaze, Blade spun you around with the firm grip he now retained on your hips. A small gasp died in your throat the second his lips smashed eagerly into yours.

His large hands kneaded your hips as he pressed all his weight into you. You could feel the back of the kitchen counter digging into the small of your back as your boyfriend desperately swiped his tongue along your bottom lip.

Your hands came up to his waist for support as you parted your lips for him. Allowing Blade to explore your mouth further with his adept tongue. He groaned against your lips as his chest pressed further into your frame.

You could feel his clothed erection graze against your lower tummy, and your eyes darted open at this revelation. You squeezed his waist before you pulled away from his lips. "Blade… what's gotten into you, hm?"

One of his hands began exploring further. His deft digits trailed up your side. Dancing along the expanse of your neck and running his index finger along your jaw. His gaze honed in on your mouth as his thumb swiped across your bottom lip before he spoke up.

"Today was dreadful. I don't wish to relive the events. I simply… need this right now. More precisely, I need you."

Blade's gaze finally met yours as your hands came up to cup his cheeks. You tucked his dark locks behind his ears, to get a clear view of his expression. Blade's crimson orbs swirled with need; his eyebrows were knitted in frustration.

You knew today was rough on him based on his actions alone. It was rare for Blade to initiate things with you in this fashion. He was usually a very passionate lover, taking his time devouring you. He only got desperate with you like this when he was jealous.

"Okay, my love, take your frustrations out on me." You whispered. Caressing his cheeks lovingly, as you felt Blade's hand tighten further around your hip. Your boyfriend gave you a curt nod tracing your bottom lip one last time before his hand moved lower.

His palm ran flat down your chest toward your navel. Eliciting a gasp from you. Blade's hands entangled around your waist as he hoisted you on the kitchen counter. He unhurriedly lowered to his knees before you, crimson eyes never once leaving yours.

"You are breathtaking, my darling. And all mine." Blade stated quietly, nearly inaudible. But you heard him. Loud and clear. He took his time with you as he pulled your pants and panties down your legs.

Blade caressed your calves. Then your thighs as his large hands spread you open. His deft digits danced along your exposed skin, causing a pleasurable shiver to run down your spine. "B-Blade… are you… jealous?"

Your boyfriend paused in his actions, thumb ghosting over your clit as his other hand tightened around your thigh. You twitched in anticipation as Blade spoke up. "If the others knew you belong to me, they would think twice about the foul things they mutter out of turn."

Before you could press further… Blade granted you that friction that you were so desperately craving. His thumb swirled around your clit with precision; slow but stern circles had you whining pleas for more.

"Hah… blade, m-more… please?" You begged between moans. Carding your hands through his silken hair as your hips began moving on their own. Blade's free hand slipped higher up your thigh, finding purchase on your hip; once more tonight.

"Keep still," Blade expressed in a firm tone. His breath fanned over your slicked-up pussy, causing you to ache for more. Nonetheless, you did what you were told. Knuckles turning white within the grasp you had on your boyfriend's hair as you tried your best to be patient.

"Fuck, do that again." Blade groaned out in pleasure from the way you yanked at his hair. His thumb drew away from your clit, but before you could protest, his tongue began lapping at your wet heat with ease.

"B-Blade!" The sudden change of pace had you tugging at your boyfriend's hair harsher than before. His hold on your hip tightened as his tongue began swirling around your puffy bud. Blade never once took his eyes off your face, his chest filled with pride at the notion that he was the only one who deserved to witness you in this state.

Blade's lithe digits toyed with your entrance as his lips closed around your clit. He sucked on your bud lightly before sinking two fingers into your needy heat. His nimble digits slipped in with ease from how wet you were from his ministrations.

"So good, my love… p-please, don't stop—!" You cried out, tugging on his dark locks for dear life. Your release was approaching; and fast. Blade could tell with how you clenched around his slim digits from where they were buried deep inside you.

He curled his nimble fingers with precision. Picking up his pace ever so slightly as he suckled your clit with more passion. "B-Blade… I'm cumming—!" Your thighs twitched on either side of your boyfriend's head as your orgasm washed over you.

Blade continued to work you through your high as you surged around his fingers. He seethed with pleasure from how hard you were tugging on his now-tousled locks. Crimson orbs soaking up your fucked-out expression.

The second your grip on his hair loosened, Blade pulled away from your sopping heat. The bottom half of his face was covered in your slick as his breath fanned over your sensitive folds. You watched as your boyfriend slowly rose back to his feet, craning his neck down to capture your lips.

You whined into the kiss as your hands interlaced around Blade's midsection. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and the lewd act had you aching for more pleasure. Blade rested his forehead against yours as you both shared the same air for a few moments.

"I need to be inside you, darling. You can give me one more, yes?" Blade declared as his hands made skillful movements to free his throbbing cock from their confines. You couldn't take your eyes off him, mind still fuzzy from the aftershocks of your high as you nodded in agreement.

Blade seized his length, tracing the tip of his cock along the expanse of your pussy. "Fuck, you're so eager for me. Aren't you, darling?" He huffed against your lips, crimson orbs flickering down to your lips before meeting your gaze once more.

"Y-Yes, my love… always!" You whined out, tugging on his waist in anticipation. Blade chuckled lowly against your lips at your actions, wasting no more time lining himself up to your entrance. Blade sank himself inside you with ease, groaning out in bliss as he bottomed out.

"You're sucking me in perfectly, darling. I knew you were made for me, but this is confirmation enough." Blade whispered before sealing his lips to yours. You could tell your boyfriend was losing his composure from how messy the kiss you shared became.

Blade's tongue explored your mouth as he pleased, trapping all his grunts and groans against your lips. He invaded all of your senses in the best way possible; yet you still craved more. You pulled Blade in even closer with your hold on his waist. Chests fused to one another's as Blade continued to fuck you passionately.

His thrusts were deep and powerful. Each snap of his hips left you breathless as the tip of his cock prodded your sweet spot perfectly. Blade was the first one to pull away from your lips. Swiftly bringing his hands up to cup your cheeks before whispering,

"Tell me you're mine. Tell me you belong to me… and me alone."

Blade's thumbs caressed your cheeks as his crimson eyes bored into your face. His brows were knitted in concentration as his teeth scored his bottom lip. Blood trickled down his chin from how hard he was biting into himself.

You could tell he was holding back; Blade needed to hear you utter those two simple words to him before he allowed himself that much-needed release.

"I'm yours, Blade! All yours, I only want— no, need, you... my love!"

Your candid confession was all your boyfriend needed to topple over the edge. Blade's cock pistoned into you harsher than before as the first ropes of his cum were drilled deep inside you.

"That's it, darling. Hah, fuck..." Blade let a desperate whine escape past his tattered, bloody lips. His eyes rolled back in bliss as his hips stilled balls deep within your throbbing heat.

"B-Blade—!" The feeling of your boyfriend releasing inside you triggered your own orgasm. You hugged his waist fiercely, pulling Blade impossibly closer as you gushed around his still-pulsing cock.

The both of you stayed motionless. Reveling in the aftershocks of your highs. Blade's eyelids opened slowly, unveiling his deep crimson orbs. He gazed at you with renowned tenderness and devotion as a tight-lipped smile painted over his features.

"Are you feeling better, my love?" He was quiet for a moment, contemplating his answer. Within the silence, Blade's hands traveled down your frame. Large hands entangled your waist before gently raising you off the kitchen counter. You instinctively enveloped your legs around his midsection, hands weaving around his neck for further support.

"Ask me again after a few more rounds, darling."

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bonesbuckleup · 8 months ago

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Hi, random q. I saw in your tags that you swear by Scrivener for original fic. I’m still plugging away in ye olde Word and now I’m intrigued to know what about Scrivener you like so much. I’ve def heard about it but never used it, so I’m curious :)

YES I would love to tell you about my lord and savior software Scrivener. I hope you don't mind I published this long, long answer publicly.

So. The main issue I have with Word and Google Docs is that you hit a certain length/word count, and it starts to lag and load kind of jerkily. You know? Also, navigating chapter to chapter or scene to scene is awkward for me--you either have to have a whole bunch of individual documents and multiple windows open, or you have to use headers and the table of contents...which is fine for quickly finding chapters but less so for scenes within those chapters.

Messy, basically. Does not spark joy for me.

Enter Scrivener.

Now, before I evangelize a bit, I will say that Windows Scrivener and Mac Scrivener are not 100% created equal. They are both better, I think, than Word or Google docs, but the Mac version is a bit slicker and a little nicer to look at. I only say that for if you're using Windows, because if so my screencaps below won't exactly match what you see if/when you download the program.

ONWARD.

So, the #1 thing that Scrivener has over Word is that it's a one time fee, not a subscription. So while it is a little pricey (Just went and looked, $59.99 USD), it's only the one payment. All updates and such are covered and available as free downloads. I will also say that Scrivener gives you a 30 day free trial. That's not 30 consecutive days, but 30 days of use--if you only use it every other day, you'll have the trial for 60 days. They make it really easy to figure out if it's for you or not.

This is also going to feel like a lot, but there are built in tutorials and it's actually pretty intuitive, depending on how your brain works. Anyway! The basic gist of Scrivener is that it's a digital binder. You can keep all your book stuff in one place:

As you can see, there's the manuscript (aka my book), notes, research, more. Tbh, I mostly just use notes and Manuscript, but if it floats your boat, you can store maps, place names, worldbuilding, playlist links, moodboards, a whole ton of stuff, all in one menu that's easy to access and in a single window. You can organize it however itches your brain the best way.

But like I said, for me, the best is that Manuscript part, which I'm going to go into now. I use a three act structure for books (but break the big ol' middle act into two pieces because it makes my brain happy), so each act gets a folder.

When I click and expand that act, each chapter has it's own folder. However, it also shows quick-reference index cards, so I can have an at-a-glance at what's going down in each chapter. (I'm using a outline system called Save the Cat for this book, which is why all my chapters have titles like 'Catalyst', feel free to ignore those...I also have a very compact timeline, so to help me stay organized, I labeled each chapter with when it happens.)

You can do the same with each individual chapter and the scenes, where when you click on the chapter folder, each scene gets a card. If you don't type in a summary, it'll just auto-populate the start of whatever content you were writing. You can see this in the 'Copper's Candids NEW' card.

And, of course, it is writing software. When you click on the individual scene, it opens the blank document, and you can get cracking.

So. This system is nice for a few reasons. My favorite is that it makes navigating, reorganizing, and/or rewriting scenes extremely easy. It's just point and click, drag and drop. You can also open two docs in the same window at once, like this:

Which is a nice feature for several reasons--you can work on a new version of a scene with the old one pulled up next to it, or if there's something you wrote earlier or that comes later that's important to what you're working on now, you can have them both up for quick referencing.

Another slick thing is each doc has a notes section off to the right side of the screen--which is optional! I use it for future revision notes/descriptions of how I want the scene to go:

My other favorite part of Scrivener is that it makes it very easy to hoard your deleted scenes like a deranged dragon in case you want them later. My garbage looks like this:

There are SO MANY FILES hanging out in my trash, and you know what? I so rarely actually need them, but my god am I glad they're there on the rare occasion that I do. Word, again, can make it more difficult. I always had a massive 'cut' document that was longer than the actual project and again, awful to navigate. This just makes it easier.

Scrivener also makes it easy to compile the manuscript into other doc types--pdf, doc, docx, etc--for easy printing and sharing.

ANYWAY. I'm sure there are approximately 1 million other things I'm missing, but basically Scrivener takes all your book/long project bits, puts them in one centralized file, and makes it super easy to navigate. I've also found that outlining is easier, because I can just make the folders and scenes and drag them around while I noodle through the plot.

10/10, would recommend to any long-form writer. If you have any other questions, please let me know! If anyone has read this far and has a thing about Scrivener to add, please do! I love Scrivener, and a lot of my writing buddies love Scrivener, and it really kinda has revolutionized the way I write original fiction. I'm always happy to yell about how great it is.

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Season of the Witch - Part Six

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Pairing: Sam Kiszka x F!Reader, Danny Wagner x F!Reader

Synopsis: Danny always told you, you shouldn't play with things you don't fully understand. When trying your hand at magic, you accidentally summon something more than you bargained for. Now stuck, you try to find a way to rid yourself of him, but what if the only way of ridding yourself of him is dying?

Warnings: mentions of witchcraft, angst, spilled hot drink, smut (oral (f! receiving) 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!

WC: 3896

It was late when you woke up the next day. Sam had made breakfast, and helped himself to the shower, which was running as you passed by the bathroom door. There was a plate of Belgian waffles on the counter, steam still rising from them, the coffee fresh in the old coffee pot. By the waffles, there was a bowl of sliced strawberries and a can of non-dairy whipped cream.

You helped yourself to the breakfast, piling your waffle with strawberries and a mountain of whipped cream, suddenly ravenous. Whether it was skill or magic, you couldn’t say, but Sam had made the most perfect waffle, fluffy and soft, moist and rich, with a hint of vanilla singing through the batter. The strawberries were the perfect sweetness, and the whipped cream fluffy and light.

You were on your third waffle when Sam waltzed out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam following him. His hair was damp, already drying partially in waves that cascaded over his bare shoulders. He wore a pair of linen pants, and nothing else.

“This is amazing,” you mumbled as you swallowed the bite you had just placed in your mouth, using your fork to point to the half-demolished waffle on the plate. Sam smiled, coming closer to the table and leaning over.

“I’m glad you think so,” he said, batting his eyes, reaching out and using his index finger to dip into the melting whipped cream that was on your breakfast, crooking it to scoop some up. You watched as he lifted a small mound to his lips. “I would have preferred to make it from scratch, however the last time I conjured dairy it curdled on me.” The digit slid between his plush lips, and your cheeks grew hot as he looked down at you, smiling around his finger. Your mind flashed to your dream, how he had cleaned your own juices off his fingers this same way, eyes closed and humming. “Something the matter, fawn?”

“N-no!” You shook your head, appetite suddenly gone. Your eyes had stared at his lips for too long, yours tingling from the memory of his kiss in your dream. You could still feel it, the firmness of them as they parted your own and tasted you. “I need to go get dressed.” As you passed by, you swore you smelled cinnamon wafting from him.

Once you were dressed in your work clothes, you made a beeline for the door, muttering to the supernatural man on your couch to ‘just…behave while I’m gone.’, earning a snicker as the door shut and locked behind you.

Afternoon shifts were not your favorite. They tended to drag on, leaving you shuffling the same things around behind the counter to try and look busy between the few customers. You had rearranged the gift cards by the register for the fourth time when the bell above the door chimed.

“Welcome, what can I get started for you?” you stopped for a second when you saw the man in front of you. He was tall, almost tall enough you had to crane your neck to see his face. He was studying the menu, and you took the time to take in his short black hair, and bright green eyes. He had a small amount of scruff along his chin, but a full mustache above his lip. When he smiled down at you, you felt your cheeks burn.

“Can I get a large vanilla latte with a shot of espresso? And uh, an extra pump of vanilla, please?”

“Sure thing, anything else?” You asked, glad to look away from him and to the computer screen to punch in the order.

“Yeah, sometimes you guys have these cinnamon rolls, do you have any left?” He scanned the case to your left. You know you were out, but you could definitely whip one up for him.

“Not out, but I can get you one.” You cleared your throat, giving him a smile. He grinned back. “Big breakfast for dinner guy?”

“You could say that,” he answered, swiping his card on the pin pad while you started his coffee. “I’m a firefighter, and I’m working nights this week. So this is technically my breakfast considering I woke up maybe half an hour ago.”

“I thought that,” you nodded at him, twisting the device for the espresso shot into the machine. “Your mustache gives you away.”

“That bad, huh?”

“No, I like it!” you dipped your face down a bit, cheeks flaming at your admittance. You prepared his coffee and went to the back to put his cinnamon roll in the oven. When you came back, he was still standing at the register, smiling and ready to keep talking.

“I don’t normally see you here,” he began, leaning against the counter with his hip.

“I’m usually a morning person.” You shrugged. “I switched shifts with someone for today. Something about a kid’s soccer game.”

“Well, just my luck,” he winked. “I was hoping for something good to happen to me today before work.”

“Oh and you got stuck with me, bummer.” You chuckled.

“The opposite, actually.” The man extended his hand towards you. “I’m Tyler, by the way.” you gave him your name as you shook his large, firm hand and he grinned at you. “I actually stopped by early, if the old guys at the firehouse see me drinking a vanilla latte instead of black coffee, they’ll never stop making fun of me. Mind if I hang around?”

“Not at all,” you smiled, and the timer went off for the cinnamon roll. “I’ll be right back.” you heard the bell above the door chime a few times as you plated Tyler’s confection, drizzling it with icing. Grabbing a fork and napkins, you brought it to the front, to be greeted with a small line of patrons. Tyler took his treat from you, another wink as he went and sat down by the window.

After a burst of frappuccinos and smoothies, the small rush ended and Tyler was back at the register, half the cinnamon roll still on his plate, coffee in hand. The other patrons that stayed were quietly talking to one another at tables or reading, paying you no mind.

“You really haven’t been to the cider festival? How long have you lived here?” Tyler was astounded by your lack of community involvement, something that made you giggle.

“Well no one has ever offered to take me.” You shrugged. “But it sounds fun.”

“Well, what if I offered to take you?” Tyler raised an eyebrow, leaning in closer.

“I don’t know,” you pursed your lips. “I might be washing my hair that night.” He rolled his eyes, taking his fork and getting a piece of the cinnamon roll on it.

“What if I give you a bite of this cinnamon roll? Hmm???” He waved the fork in front of your face.

“What if I went in the back and just made my own?” you challenged.

“You like playing hard to get, don’t you?” Tyler’s eyes twinkled. You leaned forward, giving him a smile.

“How about I give you my number and we talk before you try and take me on a date?” Tyler grinned, holding out his arm while you grabbed a marker from your apron pocket. As you wrote out your phone number, you heard what you thought was one of the old coffee pots bubbling and making a new batch.

Suddenly the smell of coffee and vanilla was all over, splashing over your hand and onto the marker on Tyler’s arm. He hissed, pulling his arm away as you jumped in shock, grabbing rags and wiping up the mess from the counter.

“Oh my god, I-I don’t know what happened!” Once you had most of the mess cleaned you grabbed a clean rag and shoved a scoop of ice in it, twisting it around and placing it on Tyler’s arm. “I’m so sorry Tyler.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Tyler gave you a grimace, though his eyes still sparkled a bit. “If a little latte burn is gonna take me out, I’m in the wrong profession.” you giggled, holding the ice to his arm and taking the chance to feel the muscles of his bicep where your other hand rested. “I must’ve bumped the cup too hard when I was flexing and trying to show off.” You heard a scoff from behind you and twisted your head around. A chill of anger ran down your spine, cooling your warm, blushing cheeks as Sam sat in one of the plush chairs, pretending he wasn’t watching the display between you and Tyler from the corner of his eye.

“Do you want me to make you a new latte?” you asked. Tyler glanced at the watch on his wrist before shaking his head.

“I should start heading out, but do you work tomorrow morning?”

“You’ll just have to stop by after your shift and see.” you smiled at him as he grinned back, handing you the makeshift ice pack and digging into his pocket to fish out his wallet again, taking out a few bills and putting them in your tip jar. He winked as he left, and once you couldn’t see him anymore, you whipped around, shooting a glare at Sam as you went and finished cleaning up the spilled coffee at the register.

You could sense Sam as soon as he stood near the counter, but you refused to look up at him.

“You had no right to do that, you could’ve really hurt him and me.”

“I would never hurt you,” Sam replied shortly. “Even though I personally think you deserve a swift punishment for how you were acting.”

“How I was-“ you finally glared up at him. He was glaring right back.

“You were flirting like a harlot and for what?” Sam reached into the tip jar, pulling out the bills Tyler had placed there. “Six dollars? Hardly worth the effort you were putting in.”

“And that gave you the right to scald him?!”

“That’s not the worst burn he’s had. Or will ever have.” you shot him another look as you dumped the half drank latte into the trash. “When someone is coveting what’s mine, I have a right to do what I need.”

“Yours?” You hissed. You held up your left hand, showing off the bare fingers there. “I don’t see a ring on my finger. And I don’t plan on keeping you for very long. As soon as Danny is back, you’re going to whatever underworld you came from.”

Sam kept your gaze, leaning over and taking your hand, bringing it to his mouth. His lips grazed your left ring finger, and when he pulled back, a brilliant, sparking ring sat upon it. A delicate gold band was home to a pear shaped marquis diamond, its facets glittering as he moved your hand back towards you.

“There,” he looked at you. “Now you have a ring on your finger. For as long as I am on this earth, you are mine.”

“I am no one’s until I say so,” you tried to remove the ring from your finger, but it was like it was sealed to your skin.

“Does it help to know that I am yours until that time as well?” Sam leaned over the counter, much the way Tyler did earlier, his eyes staring up at you. You stopped tugging on the jewelry, your heart flipping a bit in your chest at his murmur.

“No,” you lied, taking your hand and hiding it behind your back. Sam simply stared at you, his face unwavering. “We are not each others, Sam. We are two ships passing in the night. A long, dragging, terrible night.”

“Terrible huh?” Sam smirked. Impossibly so, he leaned even closer to you, his breath cascading over your face. “Didn’t sound so terrible when I passed by your bedroom door last night. Sounded like you were having some pretty sweet dreams, actually.”

“Sam,” your face reddened.

“Imagine what I can do to you outside of your dreams,” he whispered. “I meant what I said, fawn. I can’t wait to taste more of you.” without another word, Sam leaned away, and walked to the door. “I’ll see you at home.” He tossed you a wink, much like Tyler did, and sauntered out the door.

The hot water cascaded over your head, trickling through your hair and down your back as you stood in the shower, washing the smell of coffee away. You had been mad with Sam during the rest of your shift, closing alone and using the solitary to slam doors and toss things down harder than you normally would.

The ring on your finger still wouldn’t budge, either. Dish soap, hand soap, some grease you found in the maintenance closet, nothing would make it budge. You could twist it around your finger, but it wouldn’t leave the spot where Sam’s lips touched.

What stupid, ridiculous man. An asinine greedy chauvinistic man. Rude and assuming. You ran through every word your brain could think of to describe the man sitting out on your couch, flicking through one of your books like nothing was wrong. You were able to dig under his skin, turning your nose up at the dinner he had cooked and crinkling the fast food bag in your hand, the burrito and tacos leaving grease stains on it. His eyes narrowed and you saw his jaw tense when they landed on the bag. He kept his distaste silent as you set the bag on the counter and headed toward the shower.

Your stomach rumbled, and you knew it was time to get out. Taking your time to dry and lotion your body, you prolonged leaving the bathroom as long as you could, until another rumble made you feel as if you were about to pass out. Dressing in your oversized t-shirt, you finally went back out to the main room, glancing at your counter and seeing your bag still there.

“You really are so upset with me that you’d rather stuff your face with that ridiculous cheap food than what I’ve made you?” Sam huffed from the couch as you unwrapped one of your tacos. You stared him down as you opened your mouth and crunched down on the crunchy tortilla, and kept eye contact while chewing. He rolled his eyes dramatically as you went in for a second bite.

“Oh I’m sorry, am I supposed to be happy you tried to maim a guy who was flirting with me, staked your weird claim on me and then told me you were in my dreams last night?!”

“You should be happy that I didn’t flay his skin from his bones as he stood in front of you.” Sam stood, gritting his teeth. A spilled latte is the least of his problems.” You set down your food, hastily grabbing a napkin and wiping your fingers off.

“You don’t get to decide who flirts with me or who I flirt with, or what accidents happen to them!” Moving towards him, you prodded a chest with your finger.

“And I didn’t control your dream, fawn. I just happened to string together the clues when I heard you moan my name.”

“Oh bullshit” you rolled your eyes with a scoff. “Then how did you know what you said?”

“Did you ever consider you sent the dream to me?” Sam’s face was blank, causing you to pause. “You pulled me into it, little fawn. Or should I say little witch?”

“H-how?” Sam shrugged, reaching over you and picking up your fast food, dropping it back in the stained bag it came in.

“I don’t know. I’m not versed in that magic.” he moved around the counter, making a show of tossing your food in the garbage. “My brothers may know, though I have no clue of how to communicate with them at the moment.”

“You have brothers?” your curiosity was piqued, ignoring him tossing your food as he filled a plate with baked salmon covered in a dark sticky glaze, rice and sliced sauteed squash. It looked infinitely better than the taco you’d barely eaten, and you tried to hold back the grumble in your stomach as he handed you a fork.

“Perhaps.” Sam watched you, glancing tellingly between you and the plate he set down in front of you.

“Oh, I’m not touching your food until I get an apology.” Sam’s eyes narrowed. “You could’ve really hurt me and Tyler and anyone else that could’ve been at the register.” Sam’s chest heaved as he took in a deep breath and slowly let it out through his nose.

“My kind is…territorial, for lack of a better term.” he cleared his throat. “We are bonded, and for me, that comes with certain…challenges…”

“Like what?” You let your fork tap against the salmon on your plate, but refused to dig in.

“Jealousy, for one.” Sam huffed, as if revealing a secret you’d been prying from him for ages. “It’s not something I have control over. I would prefer not to feel it at all.”

“That would make two of us.”

“And,” Sam began, clearing his throat multiple times, as if it pained him to speak. “If I hurt you because of this, I am sorry.”

“Not good enough.” you sighed, setting your fork down. Sam gripped the edge of the counter, glaring at you. “No, I think if you’re that jealous, you should get on your knees and say it.” Sam stiffened, and you refused to back down from his glare. After a handful of stoic seconds, Sam pushed away from the counter and moved back around it, until he was standing in front of the stool you sat on.

His dark eyes never wavered from yours as he lowered himself to his knees. His posture was rigid, shoulders back, chin tipped up, refusing to let the position get in the way of his pride.

“My fawn, I am truly sorry if I have hurt you with my actions.” Sam’s voice was low and smooth, his plush lips barely moving. “Please, could you find it in your heart to forgive me for my missteps?”

“Tell me Sam,” you leaned forward a bit. “What exactly made you jealous?” Sam’s lips pressed into a thin line, and your stomach bubbled with giddy excitement. It was a rare thing to be able to get under his skin, and you were going to run with it. “Was it because he was bigger than you? More muscular? The fact he could’ve lifted me over that counter and taken me to his truck? Or was it when I flirted back, and considered what we would do after he took me on a date? I bet he’s got stamina to last a long while.”

“Perhaps it’s the fact he thought your time was only worth six dollars.” Sam replied coolly. He leaned closer as you moved back. “I can tell you this much, he would never satisfy you.”

“Oh? What makes you so sure about that?” Sam’s hands lifted from his thighs to your knees, gently rubbing over the soft, smooth skin there. Your thighs tensed at the touch, and smirked up at you.

“In my time in this realm, the men that are built like that are usually making up for something else.” Sam’s fingertips grazed the hem of your shirt, resting high on your thigh. You couldn’t help the response of your body, your legs relaxing and parting slightly, but you tried to maintain the upper hand as you felt it slowly slipping away.

“And you think you can satisfy me?”

“You seem to think so,” Sam grinned lecherously as your advantage left you. “That dream had me moaning into my pillow too, fawn, make no mistake. I’d be happy to show you what I’m capable of.”

“I’m not sure sleeping with a demon is a very good idea.” you murmured as Sam’s hands pushed back your shirt. His eyes watched yours carefully, and seeing no protest, he slid a finger up and down the soft cotton of your panties, making you gasp quietly.

“Who said anything about sleeping?” he smirked up at you. The next thing you knew, you were raising your hips and letting him scoot you to the edge of the stool, your legs open farther and his head dipping between them.

His tongue wasted no time in keeping his promise. With a long, flat lick, he tasted you, and the wetness that was gathering there during your conversation. A moan left your lips, breathy and light as Sam wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding your legs in position as he suckled on your clit. Your hips bucked up into his face as Sam savored you, a low hum coming from his throat. His eyes raised to yours when your hand threaded into his hair, holding it back and watching his every move.

“Oh!” you gasped when his teeth grazed your clit, fisting his hair tighter. “Do that again,” Sam happily obliged, and your thighs twitched by his ears in response. He began alternating between gentle nips with his teeth and soothing licks, the tension building in your stomach as your muscles tensed over and over. Your moans coaxed him on, small ‘yes yes yes’s’ falling from your mouth as he pushed his face farther into your core.

You were on the brink of ecstasy, fully ready to give in fully to Sam and tell him he was right, but in an instant, you had the sensation you were falling, and suddenly you were in Sam’s arms, staring up at him. Your breath was still heavy, and tears pricked your eyes at the loss of your orgasm. Sam’s chin was glistening as he smirked down at you.

“Sorry to cut this short, darling.” his eyes were hooded and you wanted nothing more than to bring his lips to yours, taste the way you tasted on his tongue. “Though it would have been a compliment, you’d take a concussion for an orgasm from me.” he watched your eyes dance from his mouth to his eyes, and he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips, his tongue parting yours gently and allowing you to taste yourself. Reaching up, you grabbed his shirt collars, holding him to you. For support as you tried to right yourself, is what you repeated in your mind.

Once you were sitting up again, Sam reached around you, grabbing a napkin from the counter by your plate and cleaning up his face a bit more. You tried not to look as pathetic as you felt, your lust and body screaming at you to beg him to finish the job, to take you to your bedroom, the couch, on the floor right there and make you limp for a week.

“Thank you for the taste,” he cleared his throat, taking your hand and placing the now crumpled napkin in it. “But I think after your performance today, I’ll leave you to take care of the rest.” annoyance flared as he walked away. It wasn’t until you felt something slipping through your fingers that you realized your strong emotion caused a flame in your palm, turning the cheap paper into ash in seconds, the small granules flitting to the floor.

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