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multivrstrash · 26 days ago

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ohhhh shits happening…..

Dark Chocolate p. 6

summary/an Okinawa trip. Reader crashes out.

~4100 words

”Everyone, please stay seated!” Hairo stands in the center of the aisle, waving his hands frantically. With three seats on one side and two seats on the other side per row, PK Academy’s third year students pack into the plane. Without a delay or fear of cancellation, the students’ excitement has been on a steady increase since boarding the bus to the airport earlier in the day.

You sit quietly between Aiura, at the window, and Saiki, in the aisle seat. In front of you, Aren, Kaidou, and Yumehara (who forced herself next to him). Teruhashi sits across the aisle from Yumehara, beside Mera (whose ticket you bought). Directly behind you sits Suzumiya. She has prattled on about some “unlucky comings” which you paid no mind to until the plane begins to shake.

And it shakes a lot.

Nervously, you look at Saiki. He huffs, muttering a quick good grief under his breath before standing and leaving to the bathroom. And only moments later, the shaking stops.

Saiki returns, sweat beading at his forehead. He slumps next to you, head falling forward in exhaustion.

“What was it?” You inquire quietly.

He just mumbles, not giving you a clear answer other than something something “incompetent” something “pricks”. You leave it at that. He must be too exhausted to use telepathy.

Carefully, his head tilts into your shoulder. You relax, letting him use you as a pillow. His eyes shut, mouth barely agape while his chest rises and falls slowly. You have to ignore the side eye you get from Teruhashi as your own head leans atop his. His hair is soft against your cheek, the smell of his shampoo so familiar and so comforting. The aroma along with the consistent hum from the engine rocks you to sleep.

“It’s so pretty!” Yumehara shouts, leaning over both Kaidou and Aren to press her face against the glass.

Abruptly, your head perks up, looking out the window to see the clear blue waters and white sands below. Saiki stays motionless against you, still out cold. Aiura takes a photo of the beach, waiting for a cloud to pass to get a clearer image.

"Kusuo," you say, shaking him by the shoulder softly, "wake up."

His eyes slowly flutter open, squinting in adjustment to the bright cabin. He keeps his head on your shoulder, turning inwards so his forehead rests in it. He rubs each eye with his fist, lifting his glasses to do so. You watch silently, admiring the vulnerability you do not see often from him. He eventually lifts his head completely, sitting upright when he remembers your setting. Thankfully, everyone is more focused on the sights than paying attention to his moment of weakness (as he would call it).

"This hotel is even nicer than the one last time!" Yumehara spins in a circle, inspecting the support pillars' extravagant design.

"All thanks to our grade being able to raise enough money." Teruhashi claps her hands appreciatively, admiring the detailing.

The lobby is overwhelmingly white, with the lighting from the chandelier reflecting off the glassy flooring. Nendou drags his shoes across the tiles, purposefully letting them squeak obnoxiously until Kaidou yells at him to stop.

Some chaperones begin grouping in front of the mob of students, trying to direct everyone's attention to Mr. Matsuzaki. He forces everyone to listen to a detailed explanation of the room situation. Boys on the fifth floor, girls on the third. The gym is on the first (ground) floor, connected to the locker rooms leading to the pool. The door at the back of the pool is to the outdoors onsen. Girls and boys have their own respective onsen.

"Boys are to sleep in the boys' room, and girls in the girls'! And by no means will anyone be allowed out past the curfew of twenty-three hundred hours." There are a few disappointed murmurs, but the majority stays quiet, understanding the terms are non-negotiable. "If I find anyone breaking these rules, I'll break you!" Mr. Matsuzaki punches his palm, the smacking sound echoing. "Right. Now, your chaperones have your corresponding room locations. Please report to them to be assigned." The way he speaks feels as if you are being enrolled in the military.

Aiura, Suzumiya, and you shuffle to the elevator as soon as you receive your room designation. Aiura has to shuffle behind the two of you, balancing her excessive baggage. "What did I tell you?" You scold sarcastically.

"Hush! If I am going to have a vacation, I'm going to bring what I want." She waves your comment off, the '3' button illuminating when she presses it.

Suzumiya nervously picks at her fingers in the corner. "I never go on elevators. The last time I did, it broke down mid-service. I waited hours before they came and got me!" Her knees buckle while she holds onto the rail for dear life.

"I'm sure we'll be fine. Look, the inspection sheet is up to date." You point to the opposing wall at the piece of paper neatly framed behind her head.

She nods reluctantly, slowly loosening her grip from the rail. The elevator slows, a solo ring announcing your arrival to your floor. "It overlooks the beach!" Aiura leans over your room's balcony while you find the three futons rolled and stacked neatly in the corner. Her and Suzumiya gawk while you set up each mattress. You place your bag next to the mat furthest from the door, out of sight from the entryway.

"Matsuzaki said dinner is at twenty-one hundred hours, so we have about an hour and a half to spare. Do you want to explore for the time being?" You suggest.

"Ooh, I wanna check out the onsen. Wait, help me pick a bathing suit." Aiura rushes to her bags previously flopped in the entry, scrambling through them to find her suits. "This one is so cute! I just got it, I'm so excited to wear it." She holds up a dark blue strapless bikini. "Although I need to use my skin adhesive if I want it to hold… I hope it's waterproof."

"Me too girl. I'm terrified of strapless bikinis for that reason. I haven't found a good waterproof adhesive anything yet." You unzip your bag, laughing at Suzumiya for jokingly saying she relates. "Is this one good?" You find your new pink suit. It is simple with a small circular cutout over the sternum. It ties behind the neck, while the bottoms have small ties on each hip. "And I can wear this dress as a coverup for dinner." You unfold your white sundress, laying it beside the bikini.

"Cute, cute. Trying to impress someone?" Aiura looks back at you while changing in the corner, smirking.

"Shut up." You mumble.

Suzumiya snickers, curiously looking at you. "You have a crush? I wanna know! If we are going to be together for the rest of the trip, we should get to know each other better."

"I appreciate the sentiment, but I do not have a crush. I'm not sure where Aiura got that idea." You pick up your clothing, closing the partition door for the bathroom so you can redress.

"Sure. So why was Kusuo at your house? Alone?"

"He was not. I'm still not sure what you meant by that that day." She was right, of course, but you would not be telling her that.

"You are such a liar. His aura overpowers everyone else's, fitting for my soulmate. Anyways, I couldn't see you or Chiyopipi's auras or Terukoko's wings. And I know he doesn't live close enough to block out other auras from his house. So…" You hear her clap her hands together dramatically through the partition. "Considering you live the closest to him, he must've been at your house. Not someone else's as there is nowhere else he could've been to be close enough." Her accusations and deductions are dizzying.

You tie the dress behind your neck, admiring the open back in the mirror. "Or," you emerge from the bathroom, "he could've been on a walk. Or even better, you're delusional." Soulmate? Why did she call Saiki her soulmate? "And what do you mean soulmate? If you think he and I have something, what's you deal, saying that?"

She gasps at your appearance. "Oh my goodness you look great. Yeah, you'll have no difficulty reeling him in looking like that."

You shake your head. "Whatever you say." Suzumiya is still giggling in the corner. "Are you coming with us?" You ask.

"No, no. You guys should go ahead without me. Knowing me, something will explode if I am there."

"Are you sure?"

She nods, smiling.

Aiura and you walk down the stairs this time, using your keycards to get into the locker rooms from the gym. From there, you are led to the pool and onsen. "Gosh it's gorgeous out," you test your foot in the water. The heat tingles perfectly. After stripping, you slowly slide into the water. The warmth engulfs you, muscles immediately loosening and shoulders dropping. Yumehara and Teruhashi appear in the entrance.

"Oh! You two are already here." Teruhashi exclaims while Aiura slides in beside you.

You can hear conversation from the other side of the bamboo wall, where you assume the boys' onsen is. ”Guess everyone had the same idea.”

The four of you chat for the next hour until you decide to make your way to the dining hall for dinner. Mera is already seated, drooling over her placemat. Saiki walks in shortly after with Aren, Kaidou, and Nendou. He sits next to you at the end of the table. The food comes out, filling the air with its delicious aroma. Mera doesn’t wait a second before scooping several large servings for herself and going to town. A bowl of salad is passed around, appetizers already missing from each platter.

“Wow everything is so good,” you hand the bowl of salad to Saiki, who takes it and passes it across the table to Aren. He doesn’t serve himself much of the dinner foods, most likely saving room for the rumored dessert later. You take a bite of something Saiki didn’t serve himself, humming in satisfaction when you realize how tasty it is. “Oh my goodness, try this! You’ll love it.” Without thinking, you move some of your own food onto his plate, urging him to have some.

He stares blankly at it for a moment before taking a meager bite, nodding his head in approval. He is taken aback by your eagerness to share, not quite knowing how to process it or react. The conversation of others slowly grows, the two of you quietly listening while enjoying your meal. As dinner comes to a close, you wonder what to do next.

“Kusuo,” you start, making eye contact with him, “do you want to go to the pool later? After hours?” He watches the way your face goes red, listening to your inner turmoil. “Just because I think it would be nice to be there when it is empty and quiet. We can ditch everyone else, it might be nice.”

He considers it.’Okay.’ He nods. He doesn't want to disappoint you by declining, understanding how badly you want to. ‘Later.’

Your smile grows, a small squeal forcing through your clenched teeth. The expression is endearing.

Everyone’s plate is cleared before you head to the dessert tables. There are trays among trays of selections, all of which Saiki stares at with unseen lust. He piles pastries and mochi and macarons and chocolate covered strawberries onto his plate. The size of his dessert stomach is unmatched. "I don't understand how you eat all of that."

He glares at you, shaking his head in disapproval. The two of you follow the rest of the group back up to the boys room, having agreed on playing party games until the end of the night. As much as Saiki abhors the idea, it's where you are headed so he has no choice but to go along with everyone. You reach over, trying to steal a macaron from his plate but earn a small slap to the hand. 'Get your own.' You pout, having thought that maybe you were worth as much as sweets to him. You realize now that nothing will transcend that line ever.

The group plays silly games like Uno and one long round of monopoly until past curfew, when everyone is forced to be quiet in fear of getting caught. It is around that time that you force Saiki to sneak off with you. No one notices either of you leave, too involved with scolding Nendou for moving someone else's piece and not remembering where it was before. You walk quietly through the halls, down the stairs to the pool. The door is locked like expected.

"Can you–you know." You gesture to the door. You don't have any evil intention behind your ask. He sighs, flashing a hand over the lock. It clicks open.

The pool is dark and empty, exactly how you’d wished. “Thank you.”

Standing at the pool’s deep edge, you strip your dress off. Saiki watches as you strip off your cover clothes, his gaze lingering briefly on your pink bikini before he quickly looks away. Slowly, you dip a foot into the water, realizing it is heated. “It’s warm.” You step back for a moment, then take a running start to dive in and swim to the shallow end. You emerge, wiping the water from your eyes and laughing. He uses the stairs to step into the pool after you, feeling the warm water envelop his own feet.

You lean against the edge, staring up through the skylight windows. Saiki submerges underneath the water for a moment, resurfacing and pushing his wet hair back from his face as he comes up. He swims to your side, staring up with you. 'It's peaceful like this.' He remarked softly, a note of contentment in his voice. 'Not having to deal with the noise and chaos of the others.'

“Mhm,” you acknowledge, “I’m glad you’re here with me, Kusuo.” You look at him, standing closely in the water next to him. The moonlight reflects off the water on his face, hair dripping over his eyes.

Saiki meets your gaze, a faint blush rising to his cheeks at your direct statement. He looks away for a moment before saying softly, 'I'm glad you're here too.' he admits with a hint of sincerity. 'It's rare for me to find someone I don't mind being alone with.'

His words startle a flurry of emotions within me. You try your best to ignore them, knowing well that he can intercept it. However, as you continue to stare into his violet eyes, it becomes increasingly difficult to ignore them. “Thank you.” You whisper, words so quiet they are barely audible. Yet the soft sound is carried through the quiet night air. "I like hearing things like that from you, since I never really know what you're thinking."

He murmurs back, just as quietly. "I want you to feel comfortable being yourself around me. Always." He speaks the words, sounding so beautiful in his true voice.

It is so odd to hear him say such sentimental things. Even before becoming closely acquainted with him, you told yourself to never expect much. I step in front of him, taking his hand beneath the water. “I want you to feel the same.” You avoid eye contact nervously.

He senses the change in your demeanor, noting the complexity swirling behind your moonlight kissed features. Your bottom lip quivers, aching to feel his. But you don’t make a move. Not yet, not like this. You feel as though you have been forcing everything on him until this point, so from now on, you want to make it his choice. His decisions and what he wants.

He squeezes your hand tightly. “I do want this. With you. I think it’s possible with you.”

”Must you always be so uncertain?” You tease, referring to the way he says ‘I think’ rather than ‘I know’.

”I want to. And I know.” He pulls your hands from the water, watching the way your skin reflects before lightly kissing your knuckles. “Because it’s you.”

”Kusuo…” you trail off, tears welling in your eyes. No one has displayed such genuine emotion for you in the past, even if he has his own way of showing it.

His heart beats an abnormal rhythm, one that dances with your own. One that makes the percussion melody of your song, beating to the feeling instead of the tempo. When the sixteenth notes and eighth notes finally line up, the air gives way for his speech again. “I love you.” The chorus plays through the medium of your tears, your sobs you smile through watching him seem happy. The joy that you bring him is more authentic than a child’s laughter, more precious than alexandrite. So when he kisses you, letting you murmur “I love you too” through the needy touches, you can’t help but feel ecstatic.

It doesn’t matter how you end up in your bed with him, dry and naked. What matters is how you have sex for the second time ever, but not because of hormonal teenage lust. Because this is the man you have yearned for, who your heart has waited for. It isn’t just sex, but the act of love making. Passionate and raw. Warm and sweaty, where every piece of you is connected. Hands, lips, chests, genitals, you are all over each other. Tied together with a thin red string, stronger than the force of a volcanic extinction.

“I love you.”

You wake up on your hotel room mattress, wearing your pajamas. Sunlight creeps through the sheer white curtains, coloring the room an enthusiastic yellow. Breakfast is in an hour. You tiptoe over your friends, making it to the bathroom with a sigh. The hot water from your shower soothes you. giving you the chance to ruminate. Scrubbing shampoo in, massaging your temples, leaning your head back enough to wash it clean. There is no anxiety, no unsettling doubt, just contentment.

The feeling is pregnant, lasting while you sit beside Saiki at breakfast. You don’t say anything, exchanging only food. A hashbrown placed on your plate, a strawberry on his. Back and forth. All while you sit across from Teruhashi, who twitches. It is slight, but everytime you look through your peripherals, you see her eyelid shudder unsynchronized with the rest of her placid face.

”Are you alright?” You ask. “You’ve barely eaten! Here, have some of mine.” You pick your plate up, sliding some of your food onto hers. She takes a moment to perk her ahead up, thanking you.

Saiki shoves his face with another mouthful of food, pausing to glance between you and Teruhashi. His cheeks are filled like a hamster’s, chopsticks stagnant on his lips. He squints for a moment before looking down and chewing like there was nothing. No hesitation or thought that occured in that moment.

What are you thinking? You think, hoping for him to respond.

Her jealousy is unlike anything she has portrayed in the past. He looks at you, swallowing, and then back down at his food to take yet another enormous bite.

You are perplexed. Her intuition must be strong, but seeing as Saiki has made little to no change in his attitude, she must be driving herself mad. And she is. Every little gesture drives her nearer to insanity.

”Booze!” Nendou screams, holding up a handle of Tito’s after a long day at the pineapple farm. It was revisited by request.

Chiyo sighs, giggling a little before unzipping a separate backpack to reveal several shooters. The group sits in girl (Teruhashi’s group‘s) room. Just like that Friday night all those weeks ago, you sit in a circle. Saiki, You, Aiura, Chiyo, Kaidou, Aren, Nendou, and… Teruhashi. All on the rug. It’s like deja vu when Nendou chugs a beer, setting the empty bottle in the center of the circle and suggesting Never Have I Ever.

This time, you volunteer as first. “Never have I ever fallen face flat in front of my crush, claiming the spot to be slippery, only for him to check and there be absolutely nothing in the spot where I slipped.”

”You know I did that though!” Chiyo scream whines, mumbling bitch before taking one of the shooters. She gags, wheezing through the burn. People laugh at her while Teruhashi gasps.

”That—that was in front of me.” Kaidou points at himself, a miserable expression set across his terrified face.

Chiyo covers her face in embarrassment, groaning. You lean forward and spin the bottle, progressing the game so the topic is forgotten. It lands on Aiura. “Never have I ever claimed to be home alone, even though there was a boy in my bedroom.”

There are a few exclamations while you glare at Aiura. She smirks at you, waiting for you to finally take a drink. “Wow, we’re playing dirty tonight.” Aren laughs, enjoying the messiness of it all.

”Wait what?” Chiyo leans over, grabbing your knees. “When was this?!”

You shove her back, groaning. “That’s a truth or dare question. Later.”

Aiura spins the bottle, it lands on Teruhashi. “Never have I ever…” she taps her lip, humming as if thinking. Everyone somehow pays slightly more attention to her. “Never have I ever given head in a classroom.”

The room goes dead silent. Not a movement, not a gasp, just silence. A mix of curiosity of who and a mix of surprise that such a vulgar sentence came from Teruhashi. The silence breaks only for you when you hear Saiki’s voice in your head. Drink. He says.

You try not to move. What?

Do it. Drink.

So you do. You take a large gulp, making sure it is seen by all. Teruhashi glares at you with an indescribable look. You say nothing, shrugging. Teruhashi spins the bottle. Saiki.

He sighs, looking as neutral as ever despite a commotion he is partially responsible for. ‘Never have I ever purposefully tried to sabotage a girl who did nothing wrong only because I was jealous she had something I couldn’t.’ The shock continues. Teruhashi doesn’t move.

”Drink, Teruhashi.” You make no eye contact with her, but it is clear you are attempting to command her.

”Excuse me?”

”I said fucking drink. You might be greedy, are you a liar too? Take. A. Sip.”

The tension crackles, electricity trickling within each and every one of you. Sure, maybe pregaming a drinking game wasn’t so smart, but at least now you are saying what you are thinking.

”I know you might have the right to act perfect, but that doesn’t mean you are. No one is judging you for being that way.”

”Then why are you targeting me like this?” She starts to pout, the beginning of her victim act.

”Why are you trying to steal my boyfriend?” You rebuke, words spitting like venom.

”Okay, what the fuck. You guys need to stop and—boyfriend? What is all of this going on?” Chiyo crawls over, sitting between the two of you. “This is unlike you, both of you.” Her head whips side to side.

”No!” You jolt to your feet, stumbling. There is concern in Saiki’s eyes, but he doesn’t move yet. “I finally have something, the one thing I am capable of keeping,” you slur, pointing at Teruhashi accusingly as she rises to her feet. You have to hold onto the side of the counter to stable yourself. “And you try to fucking take that from me.”

Everyone else begins to stand. “You’re drunk,” Aren addresses you. “C’mon, forget it. I’ll take you back to your room.” He offers, but you push him back. Now Saiki shoots up. He stands in front of you, grabbing your wrist.

’Enough. You’re going to bed.’ He starts to pull you, but you yank your arm back. You know all too well he would never use strength larger than the average human’s capability on you.

”No!” You swing backwards. He tries to advance towards you, but you only take another step back, tripping over a kink in the carpet. You stumble again, gravity pulling you to the floor. Your head hits the marble counter before reaching the carpet.

Thunk, thunk, black.

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multivrstrash · 1 month ago

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yearning sebastian??? HELL YEAH

Sebastian Michaelis x Reader: The young Lord's butler and your one-time fling keeps trying to become your lover

Contains: workplace harassment, pining, manipulation, not any direct smut but lots of allusions to sex

"You are always so intent on teasing me, my dear. Yet in bed you always protest..." He whispered in your ear, hand rubbing at the side of your hip. You shifted when his lithe fingers began to travel towards your ass in an effort to grab a handful. This had not been his first attempt to rekindle the passionate night you had a few weeks ago. The delusional butler was persistent, finding any and all opportunity to flirt with you and dismiss your claims about "a one-time lapse in professionalism".

"I am NOT teasing you, or seducing you, Mr. Michaelis. Please, just let me grab my books in peace." You needed a book on maritime regulation but it was on a high shelf and you dare not reach for it in his presence.

"Oh? Are you sure? Why else would you meet me in an empty library if not to seek my embrace?" Sebastian leans against the bookshelf, choosing to loom over you now that groping your hips was no longer an option.

"I didn't meet you anywhere, I came to get- you know what? I don't have to justify myself. Aren't you busy?" You cut yourself off, knowing how easy it is to get into the weeds with the butler when he decides to trip you up with semantics.

He clicks his tongue, a look of resignation and annoyance settling on his beautiful features for a second. "I imagine I will be soon, knowing how the residents of this house conduct themselves."

You cannot help but be amused at his quick change in persona- this was the Michaelis you were most familiar with. The dry, exhausted butler who invites himself into your office to complain. He notices your wry smile and lightly pouts.

"You delight in my suffering." This draws a laugh from you.

"I delight in your wonderful work ethic. Speaking of, grab me the book with the blue binding." You tap at the bottom of the wood shelf as an indicator. He sighs dramatically, making you stifle your giggles, and pulls the book from the shelf for you.

"Ah...an interesting title." He is looking at the cover, despite his words he doesn't seem the least bit intrigued. When you go to pluck the book from his hands- he predictably pulls it out of your reach. "Hmm, what a fascinating read..."

"I know you can perform better than that, Mr. Michaelis."

"May I borrow this first? I promise I will return it to you posthaste. In fact, I believe I could finish it just before the evening. I will bring it to your room to save you the trouble." He adopts his usual suave facade, his voice seductive. He is close to you again, and enjoying the heat of irritation that comes from your body. The opposite of love is apathy, sure he would prefer you to look at him with adoration and affection-- but your ire and scrutinization also sends a pleasurable lick up his spine. The book out of your reach, he wishes you would so cutely stand on your tippy-toes and lean against him to grab it. To have you press your chest against his, where your heart patters away. Maybe you would even have to allow his pelvis to touch your body. Would it remind you of your night together? Would you blush as you try to ignore the memories of his length sliding against your slit? If he was lucky, your thighs would tense with restraint as they instinctively try to recreate the motion of you riding against the underside of his dick (at his behest, of course). He wanted to see it again- the swivel of your hips against his flesh with passion and precision as you chased after the relief found in his body.

You elbow him sharply in the gut- and he doesn't so much as flinch. He holds in a groan, not in pain but because he is trying to keep himself from falling into a pit of disappointment. Obviously, you had charmed him thoroughly if he allowed himself to get caught up in his fantasies. The butler was stifling his own bemusement, partially at his own human-like behavior but mostly because you were trying to mask an expression of annoyance and confusion. You file this away in the Things That Are Unnatural About Ciel Phantomhive's Butler folder inside your brain.

"Oh my, were you doing something down there?" Sebastian looked down at your (now sore) elbow with far too much amusement. You resisted the urge to see if the sharp butt of your heel could damage his body where your elbow could not.

"The library is not a school playground, Mr. Michaelis. If you wish to bully someone, I would petition you to find another." Your tone is clipped with frustration. Normally you would have turned around and returned to your desk but this book was unfortunately the cornerstone of your afternoons work.

"I do believe someone was here throwing elbows but a minute ago..." Sebastian is smiling. You take a deep breath to calm yourself.

"Mr. Mi-"

"A kiss." You don't even have to ask him what he means because the expectant look on his face says it all. There is an imploring twinkle in his eye that compels you to bed the knee, a feeling you occasionally receive around the butler. Unbidden and out of character for you, to want to put your head in his hands and curve your body against his. Two halves of you fight, one says that the butler would care for you deeply and love you tenderly. You should kiss him gratefully, you should beg at the alter of his body and serve his every whim because the pleasure he repays you in will be worthwhile. Life would be comfortable and easy in his palms, shaped to his desire. The other half says that the butler is a mirage, a poisonous gas that only decays you from the inside out the more you breathe. You should run and hide and pray that he is too preoccupied to seek you out. In his grasp you would be no better than a caged animal beholden to his amusement. One half implores to kiss him and beg him to fuck you hard and fast against your desk, discard your work and commit yourself to the worship of his body. One half urgently whispers to run- pack only the essential and abandon your life entirely in the interest of survival.

Both halves are wrong, your brain reins supreme.

"May I be frank for a moment, Mr. Michaelis?" You turn and walk away but signal him to follow you. He does so with natural grace, falling into step behind you as cleanly as a shadow would.

"Of course, my dear." His smooth voice seems to glide over your very bones. You ignore the feeling, set your books down on your desk, and sit in your chair with a heavy sigh.

"I have misled you. It was wrong of me to approach you because I didn't make my intentions clear. I have no interest in romance, I sought you out to use you as relief for my own..." you struggled to find the words. Sebastian set the maritime book ontop of your stack and knelt before you. This action made it even more difficult for you to continue.

He looked up at you with a rare look of tenderness and called out your name softly, "I am quite taken with you." For whatever reason that sentence made you melt more than anything else he had done. Likely because you were now swimming in guilt.

"Yes b-"

"Please, would you allow me the opportunity to please you again? To prove myself worthy?" His voice dripped with sincerity, he grabbed one of your hands in his and looked at you with eyes that looked near tears.

"What I'm trying to say i-"

"I have never had someone so...kind, in bed. As you know I occasionally use my..." He sighs and lowers his head in shame, "Use my body to gather information necessary for my Lord's missions." That stabbing guilt is hitting again.

"I'm so-"

"But you were different. I...got to choose you. Perhaps this is why I am so insistent, I thought you had chosen me as well."

"I mean- I did choose you, it wasn't random. There was no one else I wanted to sleep with-"

"I am the same, my dear." He was now looking at you with shining eyes, he clutched your hand to his chest. You could swear you saw sparkles in the air, "I'm glad we agree. I was worried you hated me, that I had failed you in bed."

"You absolutely did not fail me in bed Mr. Michaelis."

"Wonderful, than I leave you with this."

He pulls your hand from his chest to his face and cradles your palm against his cheek. A look of peace crosses his face, and something else. Something possessive, smug, reassured, confident, dangerous. The pleasure he derived from the simple actions set you on edge but it was also undeniably charming. He pressed a soft and long kiss to the inside of your wrist.

You open your mouth to protest again but this time nothing comes out. The sight of him kissing you in reverence, kneeling on the ground and nearly hovering over your lap, his eyes closed as if in prayer, has you feeling defeated.

After a tense minute, he pulls away and stands up- still looking immaculate.

"Now then, I'm glad you spoke with me. It would have greatly disturbed my peace if we hadn't cleared up this misunderstanding. I will leave you to your work, call for me if you are in need of anything. I will fetch it posthaste." He is beaming, you think the only other times you have seen him so happy are when Ciel has been fuming or a crowd of people is cheering for him.

"...Alright, fine. Thank you, Mr. Michaelis." You sigh and shake your hands, hoping to rub off the feeling of heat on your skin where he kissed you. It doesn't work. He leaves the room with an elegant bow and you turn to your books and paper.

The feeling of his lips doesn't leave your wrist for the next few days and you find yourself using this hand to touch yourself at night. It feels more pleasurable than ever, like a phantom touch is against your skin as you lose yourself to sexual relief.

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