Mister Darcy the Palm Reader

A 'Do You Dance, Mister Darcy?' One-Shot Brought to you by I'm Going on an Adventure

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One-Shot

"There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me."

― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

Sonomi's pulse was racing at an alarming rate. One second she was huddled with one of her novels in the warm drawing room, the next she was pinned up against the cold leather couch, her fiancé's dark eyes boring into hers.

Although he was the one who physically made the first move, Sonomi had to quietly admit to herself that she was the true instigator of this sudden turn of events...

She had been in a particularly teasing mood and was fixated on Ouran's alumni festivities focused on the legendary host club from years prior. She was particularly determined to vent her frustrations by making snarky comments aimed at Kyouya for the rest of the evening. With their engagement still a tight-lipped secret, Sonomi had to commit to enduring long afternoons of blushing and cooing acquaintances fawning over her tall, handsome companion. And this devoted show of support had officially reached its limit.

A few days prior, she suggested to Kyouya that perhaps she needed to distance herself from the Host Club's alumni group - mostly out of respect for him and his commitment to Tamaki and the rest of the club members, but also because she really didn't think she could handle more of sitting idly by while Kyouya flirted his way through Ouran's graduated female student body. She understood that it was all a performance and he was entirely devoted to her, but that didn't mean Sonomi had to like it. In any case, when she suggested giving him his space to "execute club activities" Kyouya teased her for being jealous.

"I didn't expect you to be the envious type," he said with a smirk.

The amused glint in his eye when he made the comment was what really bothered Sonomi. While this dark sense of joy he derived from her discomfort was typical of the infamous Shadow King, Sonomi wasn't about to let him get away with such taunts. So, already bitter about having to be at that afternoon's Host Club alumni event, Sonomi Sinclair sat with firm resolve and proceeded to survey the classroom's activities with careful, attentive scrutiny.

Of course, that afternoon's theme was Victorian England. Much to Sonomi's chagrin, she was forced to watch the costumed Host Club members bow and nod to every girl in the classroom while attempting to emulate British poise and propriety. As a member of actual British royalty, the experience was painfully jarring and off-putting.

The boys were dressed in historically accurate garb that complemented the lavishly decorated classroom. The scenery of that afternoon's activities featured Victorian wallpaper, furnishings, and ornate tea settings. Sonomi bit into a scone as she watched the scene unfold in front of her. Garish coos and giggles floated around her, agitating her more and more as the afternoon dragged on.

She was seated at a table on the far edge of the festivities. Towards the middle of the room, the graduated Ouran host club was once again successfully entertaining their loyal fans. There was a waltz, a dramatic duel, an adorable tea party, and a poetry reading. But she was particularly focused on Kyouya who was performing what she identified as a palm reading. Sonomi watched in frustration as Kyouya ran his finger tips along the inside of another girl's palm, leaning into her every so often to whisper something into her ear. Each time he did this, the girls huddled around them squealed in juvenile excitement.

After he had finished explaining this girl's fortunes, he turned his head toward Sonomi. She paused mid-bite as they locked eyes. Diverting her gaze, Sonomi continued munching on her scone and tried, unsuccessfully, to bury the feeling of jealousy that was churning in her stomach. She was so focused on this task that she didn't notice Kyouya striding over to her table after directing his pack of admirers to where Tamaki was performing a dramatic waltz.

"Care to have your fortune told?"

Sonomi nearly dropped her scone at the velvety sound of her finance's voice. Not waiting for an invitation, he slid into the chair next to Sonomi, his knees brushing the side of her dress. Sonomi hated the way her stomach flipped each time he pulled close. No matter how upset she was with him for insisting he attend that afternoon's event, the power he had over her was too much to resist.

Wordlessly playing along, she offered her hand to him. Kyouya chuckled as he curled his hand around her and began to trace a path along her extended palm. The feeling of his fingertip trailing along her open hand made Sonomi shiver. The sensation was so gentle, yet there was something powerful about the way he moved deliberately against her skin.

Suddenly, her mind began to imagine other places for his finger to trace… her arm… her neck… her legs… her heart hammered against her chest in anticipation.

"Aha," said Kyouya, suddenly, drawing himself closer to Sonomi. His face was so close to hers, she felt his nose brush against the side of her face. "It appears you have a… deep love line," he murmured, his warm breath caressing her cheek.

"Deep?" she repeated in a breathless whisper.

Kyouya responded with a low "Mhm". Suddenly, his pointer finger was joined by his middle finger and he began to stroke the inside of Sonomi's palm at a rhythmic pace.

Sonomi exhaled sharply, her focus suddenly fixated on the way his fingers were rubbing her.

"It's deep. And long."

She was feeling dizzy, now. His playful teasing was becoming heated. Kyouya was riling Sonomi up in the middle of a weekly Host Club meeting. The attending girls could only fantasize about such treatment from Kyouya. At the sudden thought of the other girls, Sonomi felt anger boil up inside of her. Here he was, working Sonomi and her body moments after flirting with one of the girls Sonomi once had history class with.

Without really thinking, she took the hand that wasn't in the possession of the young man and began to caress his thigh. Fortunately, the pair of them were seated on the opposite end of the round table so no one could see any of their movements below the table's surface.

Kyouya didn't say anything. He remained in his bent position, his face against Sonomi's ear, tense and intrigued by her bold gesture. Taking advantage of his suspended state, Sonomi worked her hand higher and higher up his thigh until she did something she usually would never dream of doing in a public space - she rubbed her palm against his crotch.

She knew he didn't anticipate her fondling him in the middle of a crowded room. And judging by the way he was hardening in his pants, he didn't exactly hate it. Suddenly Sonomi felt powerful as she continued to rub Kyouya. His controlled breaths had quickened into eager pants against the side of her face, and instead of tracing her other palm, he had a vice grip around her hand. Suddenly, Sonomi had all the power. If she wanted to, she could get him off right there, right then.

That's when she decided to stop.

Kyouya shot her a confused look as she quickly stood up and grabbed her bag. "You're always teasing me," she informed him, her heart racing as she observed the furious expression that stretched across his face, "This was payback. I'll see you at home."

Turning on her heel, she walked out of the music room feeling smug and leaving behind a very livid, very determined Shadow King.

…-X-...

That was why she was in the position she found herself, now. Completely and undeniably in Kyouya's control. Why she thought she could play with the Shadow King and get away with it was beyond her.

Sonomi whimpered softly as she felt Kyouya's calm, determined fingers make their way up her leg and under her skirt. Sonomi's heart was pounding with wild anticipation as his fingertips slowly brushed up higher and higher along her thigh.

"I can stop," he muttered lowly. Sonomi wasn't sure if she was saying this to her or to himself.

His lips were peppering quick, gentle kisses along her neck as he settled himself deeper between her legs. At this point, her back was still pushed up against the edge of his sofa, her legs spread out on the floor, just wide enough to allow Kyouya to kneel in front of her. His knees were practically pressed up against her clothed core, causing her long, tented skirt to gather up between them.

Sonomi's face grew hot at the sight of her exposed legs and lifted skirt. She couldn't help but watch as Kyouya suddenly gripped the top of her left thigh, his thumb gently rubbing against the hem of her panties. Succumbing to her racing hormones, Sonomi felt herself surrender a soft but unmistakable moan.

At the sound of this vocal manifestation of lewd anticipation, Kyouya halted his activities on Sonomi's neck and brought his face back to Sonomi's. "Tell me what you want," he whispered, his breath fanning across her cheeks.

Even with her mind in a haze, Sonomi understood that he wasn't asking to tease her - they were venturing into very intimate territory. With his body towering over hers, his lips traveling the expanse of her face and neck, and his fingers playing with the lace hem of her underwear, Sonomi could hardly form the words.

"Please," growled Kyouya. His breath was labored and his dark eyes were murky with what she could only interpret as lust and want… no, need. "Tell me. Should I stop?"

As Kyouya formed the question, Sonomi could feel his tense grip loosening on her thighs. "No," she whispered hoarsely, her arms instinctively wrapping themselves around his neck to keep him in place, "don't stop."

Sonomi couldn't help but sigh as Kyouya leaned forward to mold his mouth against hers. His lips moved powerfully against her own, resulting in a sloppy but forceful kiss. Meanwhile, Kyouya moved both of his hands to the tops of each of Sonomi's thighs and began to gently rub them across the warm, exposed skin.

Suddenly, Kyouya pulled away. "Don't stop what?" his voice was low, raspy, and desperate. A delicious and dangerous combination.

Sonomi began to whine softly, embarrassed she needed to explicitly say it.

Kyouya took a deep breath to steady his thoughts. "Sonomi, my love," he said gently as his fingers began to dip themselves underneath her underwear, "I need you… to tell me… where I can touch you…"

"Anywhere," pleaded Sonomi, "everywhere."

That seemed to be the answer Kyouya was searching for because the second the word "everywhere" left Sonomi's lips, they were once again covered by Kyouya's hungry, fevered mouth. This time, instead of dancing along the edge of her underwear, Kyouya's eager fingers curled themselves around the fabric to pull them down, exposing Sonomi's leaking womanhood.

Before she could comment on the sudden exposure, Kyouya deftly pressed two fingers against her clit and began to massage the bundle of nerves with careful attention. Still muffled by her companion's deep kisses, Sonomi busied her fingers in her fiancé's dark hair, gently tugging each time his fingers traveled to just the right spot.

Sonomi was acquainted with her own fingers performing such a service, and the feeling of a familiar slow build forming inside of her incited a long, yearning sigh. Interpreting this as a form of encouragement, at the same moment he moved his mouth from Sonomi's lips to her neck, he allowed one slender finger to slowly push past her folds.

Sonomi gasped at the sudden but not unwelcome intrusion. Encouraged by her lewd sounds, Kyouya kissed and sucked at Sonomi's exposed flesh and began to slowly pump his finger in and out of her. It wasn't until he attempted to add a second finger did he feel Sonomi tense around him.

Halting his work along her neck, Kyouya brought his face back up to hers to press their foreheads together, "I need you to relax," he urged, shushing gently when Sonomi began to fidget against him. "Deep breaths."

Sonomi nodded weakly as she began to shakily inhale and exhale. "You're doing so well," Kyouya whispered, biting his lip, "you feel incredible."

"Mm, Kyouya," sighed Sonomi. She began to roll her hips against his hand, pleasure jolting through her at the sound of his voice in addition to his finger's ministrations.

Kyouya took this as a sign to continue pumping his fingers. With his mouth once again landing on Sonomi's, Kyouya began to curl his fingers each time he pressed them inside of the mewling girl beneath him. He kept his thumb attentive to her clit, rubbing as he slid in and out of her. Sonomi was shamelessly panting, now, her soft, whiny moans punctuated with her breathily chanting "Kyouya… Kyouya…. Kyouya…"

When she suddenly cried, "oh!" Kyouya knew she was close. Both of them were sweating, now. Hot and frustrated under the layers of their clothes. Sonomi's knees were bent and her legs shuddered as Kyouya worked her closer and closer to her climax. Hidden from Sonomi's view by the folds of her dress gathered underneath her chin, Kyouya's manhood strained against the confines of his tailored trousers. Twitching each time Sonomi moaned, whined, or sighed, he was too preoccupied with his Sonomi's release to worry about his own.

"Ah, ah!" Sonomi couldn't formulate words as Kyouya's fingers finally edged her to where she was able to see white light behind her eyelids. Shaking, the waves of her climax rolled through her entire body, causing her toes to curl and her mouth to fall open.

Taking deep breaths, Kyouya slowed the paces of his fingers, allowing Sonomi to ride out the aftershocks and relax against him. Breathing quickly as though she had just finished a race, Sonomi allowed her eyes to flutter open. Kyouya's face was hovering above hers, his eyes - while still dark with lust - held a smug look of triumph.

"How do you feel?" he brazenly asked her, his hands moving slowly up and down her thighs.

Sonomi licked her lips. "Hot," she said, "I feel hot."

Indeed, the two felt uncomfortable wearing so many clothes. Sonomi could feel the fabric of her dress sticking to her skin and she wanted nothing more than to pull everything off and tangle herself in Kyouya's cool, silk sheets.

But Kyouya didn't interpret her response the way she expected. "I'll call for water," he said simply.

Sonomi couldn't stop a stream of laughter from falling out of her mouth. Kyouya, still kneeling between her legs, blinked in surprise as his finance succumbed to a sudden fit of giggles. His shock hardened into frustration. He had literally just delivered her an orgasm with his fingers and now she was laughing?

Leaning back so he was sitting on his heels, Kyouya frowned. "What's so funny?"

Sonomi sighed. "It's just… I'm just… god, you take such amazing care of me."

Kyouya felt his heart flutter. "What do you mean? You said you feel hot…"

Opting not to respond with words, Sonomi slowly brought her knees up to her chest so she could stand up. Kyouya watched with intense interest as Sonomi bent down to slowly slide her soiled underwear down the length of her legs and kick them off her feet. Then, without breaking eye-contact, she reached behind her to pull at her dress' zipper.

Kyouya's jaw clenched when he realized what she was doing. Ignoring the painful throbbing in his pants, he watched with wordless awe as Sonomi pulled down the skirt's zipper and retrieved her arms from the outfit's tight-fitted sleeves. Before she could get around to unclasping her bra, Kyouya practically jumped to his feet. With her bra still clasped and her dress hanging around her waist, Sonomi was suddenly swept off her feet.

"Kyouya!" she exclaimed at the abrupt sensation of his arms wrapping underneath her and her feet leaving the ground.

She would have teased him about the princely gesture if she hadn't noticed the hungry, eager look in his eyes. Wordlessly, he carried her over from his bedroom's seating area to his pristinely-made bed. Dropping Sonomi unceremoniously on the bed's surface, Kyouya stood at the furniture's edge and maintained eye-contact with Sonomi as he began to tug and pull at his button down.

Unconsciously licking her lips, Sonomi watched with anticipation as the tall, lean man practically ripped off his dress shirt, revealing his pale, toned chest. His eyes, dark and determined behind his glasses, flickered up and down his fiancé's disheveled figure - half-naked and flushed from his fingers - sprawled across his bed. Biting his bottom lip, he pulled forcefully at his belt buckle and unbuttoned his pants.

Before completely removing them, he opted to help his fiancé finish what she started and he pulled her dress off her hips and down her legs - leaving her in nothing but her bra. Sonomi gasped as the cool air of the bedroom hit her exposed skin. Instinctively, she meekly attempted to hide herself from Kyouya's intimidating gaze.

"No," he commanded hoarsely, "don't…" Falling forward, Kyouya balanced himself on his knees and hands so he could trap Sonomi's squirming figure underneath him. Almost immediately he collided his mouth against hers and pressed his still-clothed hips against her center. His bulge, a little less confined now that he was able to remove his belt and unbutton his trousers, rubbed against Sonomi's bare core eliciting soft whines and moans from her swollen lips.

Emboldened by her fiancé's obscene grunts and erratic movements, Sonomi brought her hands to the top of Kyouya's pants in an effort to help him remove them. It was rare she ever witnessed the prim and proper Ootori succumb to pure instinct and raw desire, and she felt empowered by the fact she was the reason why.

Kyouya chuckled darkly in her ear. "A little impatient, are we?"

There were many times where Sonomi was able to tolerate her the Ootori's condescending teasing, but it was then she decided that in bed was not going to be one of those times.

Sliding her hand down, Sonomi began to rub her palm against Kyouya's hardened length. "I should be asking you the same thing," she purred.

Sonomi squealed as Kyouya suddenly rolled the two of them. so he was lying on his back with Sonomi straddling his hips. She released a shaky breath as Kyouya tightly gripped her bare waist and began to slowly grind up into her. He watched as her face beautifully reflected the pleasure she was experiencing each time he rubbed up against her core.

"Don't try to meet me tit for tat," he warned darkly, his eyes practically black with lust, "I'll win every time."

Sonomi bit her lip to prevent a moan from slipping out. She didn't want Kyouya to know how much she was enjoying his movements, but the wonton expressions she was giving were telling him everything he needed to know. Satisfied with the whimpering, quivering state of the woman beneath him, Kyouya suddenly sat up and attached his hot mouth to Sonomi's neck.

Sliding his hands up her waist, he began to work on unclasping her last remaining article of clothing. Goosebumps broke out along her flesh at the feeling of her bra straps slipping down her arms as Kyouya quickly cast aside the garment. In response, she slowly rolled her hips into his, eliciting a guttural sound from Kyouya's lips. Breathing heavily, he pressed his face against her exposed chest and allowed his mouth to lick and wander.

The soft mewls and sighs he earned from Sonomi as his deft fingers fondled her breasts and his mouth pulled at her nipples inflated Kyouya's ego and made his cock twitch. He felt so hard and so hot he was afraid of reaching the end before he was even able to fully remove his trousers.

"Fuck," he growled, suddenly grabbing her hips. "Stop". Sonomi whimpered at the loss of friction. She was all feeling, now, shamelessly rutting herself against the rough, hot sensation of her Kyouya's pants.

Distracting her with another wet kiss, their tongues sliding deliciously against each other, Kyouya carefully returned Sonomi to her back. He continued to distract her with his mouth as he hurriedly kicked off the rest of his clothes, his throbbing dick bouncing out of his boxers. Kyouya hissed at the sensation and nestled his face into the crook of Sonomi's neck so he could focus on calming his breath.

However, Sonomi didn't have the same discipline. She impatiently rubbed her thighs together as she tugged at Kyouya's inky black hair. She needed something, anything, to bring her over the edge. The anticipation was almost painful, especially since there wasn't a single article of clothing between them, now.

Feeling the hunger radiating off the woman writhing under him, Kyouya slid one of his hands between them and began to stroke her folds. His mouth was still attached to her neck as he rubbed Sonomi's core at a frustratingly slow pace.

"More," whined Sonomi, lifting her hips to meet his movements, "please."

She didn't know exactly what she wanted. All she knew was that Kyouya's slow, deliberate movements weren't taking her to where she wanted to be.

Sonomi felt the eager Ootori chuckle against her neck. "Please, what?"

He was teasing her. His dick was hard, red, and twitching and he was teasing her.

Sonomi growled and lifted her body up so that her hips rolled against his hand and his erection. She gasped at the feeling of him sliding against her - long and hard. He needed this even more than she did.

"Fuck me," she pleaded hoarsely, practically salivating at the thought of him entering her. "I need you."

Kyouya almost snapped. Her voice, high and needy, begging him to fuck her made his arousal even more painful. He growled as he refocused - he wasn't done. He was still annoyed at the way she played with him that afternoon. In order for this to feel like payback, she hadn't begged enough.

Pulling away from her neck, Kyouya flattened his tongue against her hot, moist skin and ran it down the expanse of her torso. Sonomi moaned erotically at the sensation, her arms flying up above her head as she wriggled beneath him. As Kyouya moved his way down, he carefully pulled apart her thighs, preventing her from seeking friction.

Sonomi was about to scream at him when all of a sudden she felt his wet tongue press against her folds. This was new. She gasped as Kyouya flicked his tongue up and down her slit, eventually applying his entire mouth. Sonomi couldn't stop the moans that escaped her bruised lips as Kyouya licked, sucked, and kissed her. His long fingers gripped her thighs, willing her into position. Once she felt herself finally edging to completion, she began to roll her hips against Kyouya's face in a desperate attempt to achieve an orgasm.

When Kyouya suddenly pulled away, she nearly kicked him. "What the fuck!?"

He was off the bed at this point. Standing in front of her. The predatory look in his eyes silenced Sonomi. He was imprinting the image of her, aroused and exposed on his bed, in his mind. He had never been so turned on in his entire life. As much as he wanted to continue his sadistic ministrations, he had to end it.

"Lie down against the pillow," he growled.

Shaking from her near-orgasm, Sonomi obeyed and crawled up towards the top of the bed. Kyouya licked his lips as he watched her raise her ass into the air, visible wetness dripping down her thigh. Once she had returned to her back, her head against one of his pillows, Kyouya quickly pulled a condom out of his bedside table and tore it open.

"Always prepared," whispered Sonomi, heavy with excitement.

Kyouya crawled over to her so he was once again covering her body with his. "I've been thinking about this all afternoon," he practically groaned into her ear. "You. In my bed. Naked. Moaning. While I fuck you."

Sonomi's ears burned red at the crass things he whispered heatedly into her ear. Always the host member that showed the most constraint and propriety, she was completely unprepared for this side of Kyouya Ootori. The very thought of him losing control because of her made her moan.

Almost immediately, Kyouya captured Sonomi's mouth with his own. Their lips filled the room with wet, lurid sounds punctuated by her whining moans and his low growls. He continued to keep her focus on his mouth as he rolled on the condom and rubbed himself against her.

Sonomi bit his lip in response the moment she felt his pulsing rod slide up and down against her. Desperate to enter her, Kyouya pulled away to ask Sonomi once more, "please, what?"

Shadow King in the streets. Shadow King in the sheets.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Sonomi chanted as she felt Kyouya slowly begin to enter her.

She offered more resistance than he was anticipating and he struggled to control his painfully slow movement. "Relax," he whispered into her ear, his voice surprisingly calm considering the circumstances. "I need you to relax."

Sonomi whimpered as she tried to breathe deeply. The pain wasn't overwhelming, but it was there, and she was finding it difficult to focus on any other sensation as he pushed himself inside of her. Sensing her discomfort, Kyouya kissed Sonomi encouragingly, one hand holding hers, the other holding his dick. It felt like an eternity before he was able to sheath himself inside her tight heat. Kyouya hissed at the way Sonomi's walls pulsed around him. He was close and he hadn't even started fucking her, yet.

He remained still, his mouth working against hers as her breathing calmed and body relaxed. Once she felt that she had accommodated him and the pain and subsided, she whispered a desperate "move" into his mouth.

Relieved that he was able to begin to chase his own release, Kyouya carefully withdrew himself, only to quickly re-enter eliciting a sharp gasp from Sonomi. Her back arched against him as Kyouya continued his movements, each stroke bringing Sonomi closer and closer to her long-awaited high. Their grunts and moans fell into an obscene rhythm and the bed aggressively rocked against the wall with each of Kyouya's eager thrusts.

As he snapped his hips at a faster pace, Kyouya returned one of his hands to Sonomi's clit and began to rub against her. Suddenly, Sonomi's moans transformed into desperate cries. Until she was chanting "Kyouya! Kyouya! Kyouya!" loudly into his ear.

"Fuck," said Kyouya, gasping for air. He was so close. He was moving faster now, their chests sliding against each other, her legs wrapped tightly around him. He was convinced this was true euphoria. All of his senses were heightened for the sole purpose of pleasure.

Suddenly, Sonomi produced one last shaky cry as her body erupted with a powerful orgasm. She couldn't help the small "oh, oh, oh"'s that fell out of her lips as she rode out the sensation, her eyes skewed shut.

The almost painful grip this produced around Kyouya's cock was enough to push him over the edge. With one last thrust, he fell into his orgasm shortly after, burying his face into Sonomi's neck as he released inside of her. Sonomi weakly wrapped her arms around him as he fell forward, covering her body with his own, still sheathed inside her.

The two of them stayed in that position for a few moments to catch their breath. Sonomi's fingers wandered aimlessly along the expanse of Kyouya's naked back, admiring the broadness of his shoulders and the muscles that were pulled tight from all his effort. Kyouya's hot breath tickled her neck and she hummed with satisfaction.

"Perhaps I should tease you more often," mused Sonomi.

Kyouya chuckled. "That's a dangerous game," he warned her, lifting his head from her chest to meet her eyes. "I was just going easy on you."

Suddenly, Sonomi's mind came alive with all the ways Kyouya could have made this more frustrating - ultimately more pleasurable. Because although she said she didn't like it when he gave her a hard time, she secretly enjoyed it. Perhaps she was more masochistic than she realized.

Humming in content, Kyouya slowly pulled out of Sonomi and fell to her side. Sonomi whimpered at the sudden loss of him and immediately curled into his side as Kyouya pulled his sheets up over them.

So much for reading, thought Sonomi, resting her face against Kyouya's chest.

They remained locked in each other's arms for a few moments, relishing the way the cool sheets felt against their bare, heated skin. Slowly, Kyouya took one of Sonomi's hands and unfurled it to present her open palm.

"Care to hear another fortune?" he asked her, an edge of something suspicious tugging at the tone of his voice.

Sonomi watched him warily as she nodded her head. This was a dangerous game.

Kyouya licked his lips before continuing. "Uh huh… I see… how interesting... " he muttered as his dark eyes studied her hand.

"What does it say?" she asked suspiciously.

"It says get ready for round two."

Sonomi squealed as Kyouya suddenly pulled her on top of him. Sighing, she followed his rhythm as he rolled his hips, her vagina suddenly tingling with arousal. Sonomi had only just caught her breath and now they were going at it all over again.

Bracing herself by positioning her hands on Kyouya chest, her eyes fluttered closed as she focused on the way they were grinding against each other. Kyouya watched her breasts bounce with abandon and her face twist and relax with each sensation. Grunting, he sped up the movement until he was hard and the woman above him was needy.

Grabbing her hips, Kyouya suddenly flipped them over. But instead of Sonomi landing on her back, she found that he had her chest pressed against the bed with her ass pulled up into the air. Sonomi blushed fiercely at the thought of their position - her check pressed firmly into the mattress while Kyouya positioned himself behind her, no doubt able to see… everything.

"Dammit," cursed Kyouya. His hands were gripping Sonomi's behind. He pulled and gripped all along her sides, hips, and thighs as he pressed his dick against her. The feeling of her soft skin and the return of her airy moans spurred him on.

This time he was too erratic for too much teasing. Retrieving another condom, he was more than ready to re-enter Sonomi. And based on the way her exposed core glistened, he knew she was ready too. Without much warning, he once again began to slide himself inside her, his hands planted firmly around her waist.

Sonomi couldn't manage a sound as her mouth opened in a wide "O" shape. Her eyes were shut and her fists tightened around her fiance's sheets. She pressed her face deeper into the mattress as Kyouya pressed deeper into her. It was the sharp sensation of an unexpected slap that made Sonomi squeal.

Kyouya followed an impulse and collided his open palm against Sonomi's raised ass cheek. His cock twitched inside of her as he watched the way it jiggled. Pausing in case Sonomi was adverse to the slap, he quickly pulled out of her, slammed back in, and once again smacked her cheek.

Instead of a squeal, Sonomi produced a loud, erotic groan. Kyouya shuddered at the sound. She was getting off of this just as much as he was. As a reward for indulging him, he began to pound roughly into her from behind.

Kyouya began moving with such force, he was pulling Sonomi forward each time he plowed into her. So now they were not only bouncing, but she was sliding up and down his mattress by the force of his hips and hands. The loud squelching of Kyouya's dick sliding in and out of her made Sonomi moan. She was so turned on, some of her arousal was actually leaking down her leg.

Kyouya couldn't help himself as he grunted while snapping his hips. Sonomi urged him on with sporadic "Oh my god, Kyouya" and "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." The build-up was so intense, tears were beginning to spill down Sonomi's cheeks. As she felt her body begin to tense, Sonomi bit her lip and buried her face into the pillow. Instead of a satisfied moan during their last session, she had to muffle her scream as she felt her body tumble over into a mind-numbing orgasm. The force of it was so much, she lost the ability to keep her hips suspended.

Feeling Sonomi reach her limit and go limp, Kyouya feverishly picked up his pace using his last remaining bit of strength to keep Sonomi's ass elevated in the air. Sweat trickled along his face and arms as he focused on his own quickly approaching orgasm. In order to help him along, Sonomi tightened herself around him - using what strength she had left to milk his cock until he was able to violently tense up before shooting his come inside of her.

At this point, Kyouya and Sonomi were utterly exhausted. Nearly folding over, Kyouya sloppily pulled himself out of Sonomi and peeled off the condom before gathering her into his arms. Kissing her flushed cheeks, Kyouya maneuvered the two of them so his chest was pressed against his back. Caging her in his arms, he focused on the slow breathing of a very spent and very satisfied Sonomi.

"Did you get your payback?" asked Sonomi, weakly. Her eyes were growing heavier by the second.

Kyouya hummed with content. "I did - and I think you rather enjoyed it."

Sonomi bit her lip at the recent memory of him fucking her into the mattress. He was rough, he was eager, and she had never come so hard. "I guess I did," she replied, coyly.

Before unconscious overtook her, Sonomi extended her open hand once more. "Does my palm say anything else about my future?" she inquired with a yawn.

Kyouya's low chuckle reverberated through Sonomi. Wrapping his hand around hers, he gently kissed the top of her head before pulling her even closer against him. "Go to sleep and I'll tell you, tomorrow."

Sonomi sighed at the thought before drifting into a very deep and well-deserved sleep.

Author's Note:

Hey, look! Smut. This one-shot takes place after Ouran and after the... events of my chaptered story "Do You Dance, Mister Darcy?" So they're 18+, here. Certainly more to... come, but I wanted to have some fun with the pair.

Stay saucy, my friends.

- I'm Going on an Adventure