Ouran High School Host Club Fan Fiction ❯ Sometimes I Just Need Something Sweet ❯ One-Shot

Disclaimer: This is a Yaoi fan fiction based on the OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB Manga. Story and Art are by Bisco Hatori. Please see www.shojobeat.com for more details about the Manga, the author and its characters. YOU MUST BE AT LEAST 18 TO READ THIS STORY.

 

Sometimes I Just Need Something Sweet

 

Sometimes I want to scream. Grab a hold and yell for all I am worth.

 

But I was not brought up that way. I must be reserved, the quiet planner behind the scenes. I must always keep in mind what my goals are, for if I lose that I will lose all sense of myself.

 

Even as I sit in this club, across from the girls who have designated me, I still see everybody in the club out of the corners of my eyes. Tamaki, swooning yet another girl; Haruhi being the quiet natural that she is and the twins being the seductive “brotherly love” that they are. Then there is Mori, being, of course, Mori. And finally there is Hunny.

 

There are no words for Hunny. He has an affiliation with sweets that is beyond my comprehension. Small blonde Hunny, holding a fuzzy pink rabbit, smiling a child like grin, mixed with a naughty come hither smirk. It's the smirk that proves most frustrating.

 

Frustration. Yes, that is the word for it, frustration. For I must be on the constant look out to find and marry the most promising acceptance of a wife; but then he smiles that smirk, and it is all that I can do, not to sit and stare at Hunny.

 

Today is a particularly bad day. The girls left later than normal and it took all of us to convince them they had to leave. The twins accidentally broke another vase--I can't add the debt to Haruhi's. Tamaki decided to help with the cleanup, and thus demanded that everyone stay and help, which made the job take twice as long. Between the twins teasing Tamaki and Tamaki chasing Haruhi and the twins chasing Tamaki because he is chasing Haruhi; the Twins broke another vase.

 

Though I could blame it on Haruhi in the fact the she was the cause. Haruhi, in attempt to get away from Tamaki, backed into Kaoru, who fell back into Hikaru, who landed on the vase, thus breaking the vase.

 

I guess it would not be fair to add the debt of Haruhi because it really was Tamaki's fault but he will just give me those puppy dog eyes--those damn puppy dog eyes. And as angry as I was I almost smiled when Hunny thought it was a dog pile and jumped up top. So sitting here staring at a cake of body parts with Hunny sitting on top like a cherry--better yet a strawberry. Yes, I nearly smiled, at the very least we better damn well have gotten a picture of that. Maybe I could sell it to make up the cost to the club for the vase…

 

So ending my night with the finances, I began my last sweep of the room. I am not sure why I do this, maybe out of a duty of perfectionism, but nonetheless I studied the room. It was then that I noticed Hunny had left Bun-Bun sitting on the couch. This really isn't my day.

 

I really don't know why I hesitated, staring at Bun-bun before I moved to pick it up. But this hesitation just might have my day a lot brighter. No, it did make my day a whole lot brighter.

 

There I am standing in front of the couch holding Bun-Bun remembering the “Hunny-cake” from before and starting to laugh, when Hunny himself walked through the door.

 

He was wearing strawberry covered pink pajamas and I must admit that it was the cutest outfit I have ever seen him in.

 

“Kyo-chan, have you seen my Bun-Bun,” rubbing the sleep from his eyes, “I had just laid down when I realized that I had lost him.”

 

“Did Mori bring you?”

 

“No. He has a Kendo tournament tomorrow.” Then he smiles that smirk. And I all but lost it.

 

“Would you like some cake, Hunny?” I said slyly as I sat Bun-Bun back on the couch. “We have some cake left over from earlier.”

 

Hunny smiles and nods his head. “I love cake.”

 

My smile remaining, “I think I will have some with you.”

 

I set both slices of cake on the table one in front of him and one slightly to the left of him and I pull up a chair.

 

“Hunny, would you like me to feed you your cake?” Hunny's eyes light up.

 

“Yes, that would be fun!” And thus I started, one tiny forkful of cake at a time; slowly, feeding, and watching him subtly take every piece into his mouth.

 

I watched as his tongue gently caressed the cold fork as he slides each morsel of sweetness into his mouth. The bits of cake were so small that they nearly dissolved. I memorized each facial expression that moved across his face as he took in every crumb of cake. After he devoured both slices of cake his look of sadness was overpowering.

 

“I'm sorry, Kyo-chan” he started to cry; “I have eaten all the cake and left you none!” I smiled.

 

Thoughts moved from images to actions as I offered Hunny more cake. But instead of feeding him this last slice of cake, I made him the slice of cake.

 

I have never been fond of sweets but this was a special occasion. First I took some frosting and smeared it on his cheek. The look of surprise, as I licked the icing off, was priceless.

 

If he had protested, if he would have said anything other than “Kyo-chan”, I would have stopped; I would have gotten my senses back. Things would have been normal. But he didn't.

 

So then began the painting of the Hunny in frosting and cake; followed by the slow removal of icing with my tongue. Down the neck, opening the shirt to expose the chest, along the abdomen, to the waist of the pants. Again, if he would have said, just said anything, I would have stopped. But all he said was “Kyo-chan”, over and over again.

 

No move or sound to stop me. Even to the point he allowed me to pick him up and set him on the table. As I stared into his eyes he smiled that smirk. And then arched his back so I could remove his pants.

 

Though I only know the anatomy of myself, he seems well endowed for someone his size. Four foot nine of pure sugar and right now it is completely mine. Taking his member in my hand I began the gentle stroking of his arousal. Not satisfied with just using my hand I took him fully into my mouth. His groaning and panting as I slid my tongue, took him in and out, encouraged me further, as I greedily extracted his salty seed. Hunny must have noticed the constriction in my pants and again smiling that smirk undid my pants. The sudden kiss he planted on me was the only direction I needed as he rolled over and hung over the table.

 

A moment of panic when I realized I really wasn't prepared, I scanned the room for something that would have been helpful. It was then that I noticed a small bottle of lotion under the edge of the couch. Smiling happily I ran to the couch and grabbed it up.

 

Hunny softly questioned, “Kyo-chan...” Still smiling I held up the lotion.

 

Now adding my advantage, thanks to the one of the girls, I slowly entered Hunny. I didn't want to hurt him, though I know he is not fragile for his size. Again he softly said my name.

 

As always my actions are slow and deliberate until I brought him and myself to a screaming climax.

 

The sweetest sound I have ever heard was Hunny screaming my name.

 

And the next day as we sat in the club, as Hunny said, “No Mori, I'll sit here. It's my favorite spot.” I watched his smirk for a few seconds longer than usual.

 

It was then that I realized I just might have a thing for sweets.