“Seventh Colour: Violet” by theladyx
Lady X: this is the main reason as to why I made this series. Yeah. Hibari is just too… lovable. And challenging for my fic-minded personality. This… freaking man had made a lot of ideas popped into my poor head. -_- anyway!! I don’t own KHR!, Kyouya, TYL!Kyouya, unless Amano Akira decided to give me the license for KHR! And you… belong to somebody else who is not me, most probably you own yourself. XD
Recommended theme song: Niji by L’Arc~en~Ciel, RAINBOWS by alice nine. or Time Machine by alice nine. Or 88 by LM.C or feel free to choose anything else.
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Seventh Colour: Violet
Hibari Kyouya x Reader
Slowly, quietly, your eyes fluttered open. And then, in an attempt to be as soundless as possible, you glanced behind your shoulder. Surprisingly, from the corners of your eyes, you could catch a glimpse of his figure, still sleeping on the bed you both shared.
All of a sudden, he shifted. Had you not been aware, you would have yelped in surprise, or perhaps you would gasp.
“Are you awake?” He asked coolly, winding his arms around you and pulled you to him. And you, feeling relieved that he had woken up, shifted to turn to him, only to be met with the sight of his chest in front of your face. “You are.” He mumbled, answering his own question.
“Sorry. Did I wake you up?” You asked timidly.
He didn’t answer. Instead, with his index finger, he tipped your chin up to meet his gaze with yours and dipped down to plant a brief kiss on your lips.
And when he pulled away, returning to his head to its former position, you glanced at the window, which is shaded by a lace curtain. It was still dark, perhaps it only around three or four in the morning, you guessed. The velvet sky was cloudy, with no stars dotting it and you guess that it would rain this afternoon.
You shivered lightly due to the chilly air and, noticing this, Kyouya bent down, pulling the blanket to cover both of your nude bodies. And as he finished enveloping yours and his form with the thick, warm blanket, he could feel your hands cupping his cheeks before you pulled him for a chaste, sweet liplock.
“Thank you.” You mumbled after you pulled away, smiling innocently at him. Again, he didn’t give an answer, and instead he snorted silently.
He wound his arms around you tighter, as if not willing to let you move or leave. However, knowing Kyouya, you assumed that it’s his way to hug you and make you warmer.
You wounded your arms around his torso, noticing how flat it is and well, you can’t help but to be envious. “You know, Kyouya, I wish I’m as flat as you are…” You mumbled enviously.
He chuckled, before replying,” Well, I’m glad you’re not as flat as I am.” That earns him a pout and a questioning scowl,” Either up here or down there.”
In a second, your scowl turned into a flush.
And as if that was not enough, he nuzzled the splotchy red mark he had made yesterday evening, eliciting a yelp and causing an even darker rosy blush to dust your cheeks as you recalled what happened yesterday evening. The scream, the waves of pleasure that wrecked both your nerves and mind, his low growl and grunts, the uneven pair of breathings, the erratic moans as well as the erotic noises of flesh slamming against flesh… you gulped, trying to banish the past that has reminisces itself in your mind. He chuckled lowly, breaking into your trains of thoughts before whispering huskily on your ear, commenting,” You’re mine now. We’ll see what will happen if another man dares to lay a finger on you…”
That comment had just made you flush even brighter and he chuckled again. He stroked your hair, burying his face into your hair and inhaling deeply. There were no words needed, just by his protective and monopolizing embrace alone, you know that he is infatuated with you, whether as a lover, or just simply as a creature for him to release his feeling of sexual deprivation and fulfill his need. Or perhaps, you were simply a property made for and owned by him and him alone. Either way, you can not decipher what’s inside his mind and what you meant to him, and yet, you do not give a damn about it.
He nuzzled the red spot again, causing you to yelp once again before removing yourself from his grasp. You can feel his arm that was previously encircling your shoulders traveling and snaking its way lower and lower… and you jerked. With face flushed and heart beating twice faster than usual, you stammered his name, uttering him to stop. He chuckled again, releasing you from his grip.
Feeling somehow torn in between feeling a bit disappointed and yet relieved, you hopped out of the bed, quickly shivering due to the coldness. And realizing that you’re in a desperate need for an article of clothing, you looked for your shirt that you wore last night before that… intimate happening—before realizing that Kyouya had thrown it away to oblivion. And feeling too lazy to grab a fresh article of clothing, you opted for his shirt instead.
You went ahead and wore it, before realizing that it is rather too big for your body size, but still wears it anyway. And after you went to the full-body-length mirror to at least brush your hair… you found out that both sides of your neck as well as the collarbones and chest were covered in vibrant bursts and blotches of red. Even there were some on your cleavage.
You gulped, before turning red again. In an attempt to fly some protests, you turn to him, flushing still; he was—literally—digging through your closet, clad only in his black pants. And much to your surprise, his back was covered with red scratch marks, in which you’re the one who made them just yesterday. Feeling a tad bit guilty and a bit embarrassed, you approached him and hugged him from the back.
He did nothing, safe for the questioning grunt that escaped his lips. You kissed his back before muttering bashfully, “Um, I’m, uh, sorry. For the, you know, marks I made...”
He didn’t answer, instead, he continued digging through your closet until he pulls out a set of suit, shirt, necktie and black corduroy pants. You stayed hugging him, knowing of nothing to do and feeling even guiltier than before. As he turned, you flinched, half-afraid and half-embarrassed. However, you were quickly freed from those feelings as he cupped your chin albeit roughly, bending down while yanking you to him and smashes his mouth onto yours.
Nibbling on your lips, he swallowed your moans. And you can’t help but to wound your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss thoroughly. Thinking that he might be a tad uncomfortable in that position, you tried to stand on your tiptoes, before he grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked you back down as a signal to restrict you. Understanding what he means, you stayed on your place.
A brief moment after, he pulled away. “I’m going to take a shower.” He breathed against your lips before making his way to the bathroom.
And you, flushing brightly while secretly feeling relieved that he was not irate, fell to your knees. Though you’re feeling weak at the knees, you managed to stand, although a bit wobbly, and set out to the kitchen to make some coffee.
When you’re back later on, you were swiftly greeted with the sight of a wet, raven-haired man with his lower part of body wrapped in a towel. You gulped, flushing again before squeaking weakly,” Uh! I! I-I’m gonna go out first! Have your time!” And hurriedly, you turned the doorknob and stepped through the threshold. Though, before you can close the door and flee, the man had wound an arm around your waist and pulled you back inside.
“I didn’t say anything about letting you out.” He whispered huskily on your ear. And then, with the other arm, he shut the door tight before locking it. With a thud, he slammed you to the door and—oh, great, you were surely about to have a swollen mouth—again, he crashes his lips onto yours, sealing them as well as muffling your protesting voice. “Stay.” He ordered after he pulled away.
Unable to do nothing but to obey his orders, you stayed frozen on your spot as you watch him leave to put on his clothes. Secretly, you feel foolish for still feeling shy looking at his nude figures when he and you had own each other’s virginity. Flushing still, you went to the bedside table and placed the tray containing the coffee cups on it (magically, the coffee were not spilled even after Kyouya had yanked you back into the room just now).
As soon as he finished putting on his outfit, spare his necktie, he approached you, the two first buttons of his shirt undone. Grabbing his cup of coffee, he sat on the bed before pulling you to sit on his laps—the simple action alone had deepened your blush considerably.
“You’re not going to drink your coffee?” He inquired coolly. As an answer to his query, you hurriedly reached for your cup and gulping its contents. He chuckled throatily, and god, if voice can kill, you must be dead several times by now. “I didn’t say you have to drink it all quickly. You’re going to choke yourself.” He muttered. You muttered a timid apology and again, he chuckled. “And I didn’t say you’re wrong, either.”
This time, you chose to stay silent. Slowly, his arm encircled your waist protectively while the other one inched towards your hand which was gripping your cup. Then arbitrarily, he drank your from your cup while his rough, calloused palm enveloped your small one.
For some brief moment, you both stayed there, him doing nothing but drinking from your porcelain cup with you stayed still on your spot on his laps. Then he placed his own cup—not yours—back to the tray and later then you discovered that it was empty which conclude as to why he was drinking your coffee.
After stealing a coffee-flavored kiss from you, he released his grip on you and stood up, buttoning his shirt and putting on his necktie before slipping into his black suit. Just with those simple actions alone, you know that he’s going to leave and no matter what you say or do, you would not prevent him from going. You sighed, feeling slightly melancholic. With several doleful actions, you stood up as well, a mournful sigh escaping your lips.
He slipped into his shoes (which was left inside your room thanks to somebody who always enters from the window) and grabbed his key from the bedside table. Without anymore words escaping his throat, he walked to the window before sliding it open and just right before he jumps, he yanked you to him and stole another breathless kiss, enveloping your lips with his own in a fervent, ardent lip-lock. Then he released you and hopped down to your front porch only to approach to his motorbike.
Revving the engine, he stole a last glance of your figure standing as you watch him from the window. Then, he sped up, leaving you watching him and the machine turn around the corner and disappear under the cloudy dawning sky…
I want to be with you forever
So I placed the hourglass upside-down
'If you could, do you want to turn back time?'
If I could, I'd go back to the time when I was with you
The afternoon rain becomes the happiness in hiding my shyness
In amazement, I embraced you, always...
By your side... the warmth of your body doesn't seem to become cold
'If you could, do you want to turn back time?'
If I could, I want to understand you
In that wish, I was praying for a place where I could be
The things I had lost can't be replaced... always.
“Time Machine” ~ alice nine.
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Lady X: Hm! I think this turns out okay-ish compared to the other ones in the series, so far. And, yeah, that part of lyrics down there is recited from on of my favourite songs, “TIME MACHINE” by alice nine. Try listening to it. Very nice. =D
And conclusively~, please review~! (^_^)/
