Ouran High School Host Club Fan Fiction ❯ Sometimes ❯ Sometimes ( One-Shot )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: TheSorrowfulVampress 
a one-shot! Get it?! No more! Deal with it...
Anime/Manga: Ouran High School Host Club Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 09.23.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 1.7K | Status: Completed
a one-shot! Get it?! No more! Deal with it...
Anime/Manga: Ouran High School Host Club Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 09.23.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 1.7K | Status: Completed
This was wrong, he knew. He shouldn't do this, but he couldn't help it. This person had become their middle. She'd become the exact thing in the center, the glue that held the Host Club together. She'd been their entire reason for staying the way they were ever since she'd joined them. Kyouya knew each of them would do anything to protect her, probably even kill. Especially the twins, who seemed more violent than anyone else. Oh, yes. They would kill for her.
And probably kill him, too.
Here he was, planning on completely and utterly defiling their little flower, making her un-pure for anyone else, then tossing her away like yesterday's trash. He would use her and lose her. It would never happen again as long as he lived. Ever. He'd make sure of it.
The Host Club had gone home today shortly after Haruhi left, with the exception of Kyouya, who'd needed to work some calculations. He hadn't expected to come into the small spare classroom to find her sitting at a desk, pouring over some books and papers, a calculator in hand. She hadn't even noticed him yet.
He just stood there, planning for several long moments, not surprised when she finally tore her eyes away from her texts and looked up at him.
"Kyouya-sempai?" she asked, blinking in mild surprise. "Why are you here so late?"
"I had some things to go over for the club. Why are you?" he asked, raising a brow as he turned and closed the door, surreptitiously locking it in the process.
She sighed. "We have a calculous test tomorrow, so I'm cramming."
"Ah," he hummed, setting his clipboard down on a desk beside her's before glancing at the text she was reading. "So ka."
Haruhi nodded. "Yeah. Um, Kyouya-sempai? I wanted to ask about that autum dance you're planning."
"Oh?" He lifted a brow, silently urging her to continue.
She nodded, setting down her pencil and turning in her seat to face him more fully. "Yes. I was wondering if I could just-"
He leaned down and covered her mouth with two fingers, causing her to instantly halt mid-sentence and stare up at him in mute surprise. "I don't care. Do whatever you want, Haruhi," he said, truly not caring what it was she'd been about to ask. Without waiting for her to comment or ask what he was doing, he leaned down the rest of the way and pressed his mouth to her's after removing his hand.
She didn't respond at first and he started to pull away, disappointed. But she followed him, continuing the kiss. He smirked and got down on his knees so it wasn't so uncomfortable and they were at a more even level. Her arms twined about his neck, pulling her up against him, and he wrapped one arm around her waist, putting the other on the back of her chair.
His tongue flicked out, teasing the seam of her lips and only slipping inside when she moaned softly. Her grip tightened on his neck and then she was pulling away.
"Kyouya, we... I don't think-"
"Then don't think," he interrupted. "Just react. That is suitable for now."
She sighed, giving in, and he resumed the kiss. She sighed softly when he pulled away and moved down to her throat, biting down on the tender flesh before kissing the minute pain away.
"Kyouya, I..." she breathed, her eyes closing as she leaned her head back, giving him easier access to her pale skin.
"Shhhh," was his only reply as his lips ghosted down to nibble on her collar-bone. She groaned and he smirked, pulling off his button-up shirt and spreading it across the floor as he pulled her into his lap, sitting down on the tiled ground. She allowed him to lay her flat on the floor, crouching over her as his mouth continued it's ministrations.
"Kyouya," she groaned out, opening her eyes only to close them again when his hand brushed against her nether regions, eliciting another moan, even though it was through the fabric. Her hands trailed down his bare chest boldly, nails scraping hard when he put his leg between her thighs and pressed his hand against her. "Kyouya..."
He moved his hand slowly up, capturing her breast in his mouth through the fabric of her shirt, and unzipped her pants. She arched up, a wanting growl escaping her throat as his teeth dragged over her. "Kyou... Kyo... Kyou... ya...Ky... ouya..." she gasped when he slipped his fingers under the hem of her panties, dragging them over her vagina.
She writhed, her fingers clenching on the hem of his pants and tugging needily. "Nng..."
He chuckled and dipped a finger into her, gaining another moan and writhe. She arched her hips, wanting his hand to do so much more. He obliged her, working her tender flesh to the point that she sank her teeth into his shoulder in a fit of frustration. His eyes widened slightly as he went completely hard, a moan slipping between his teeth before he could stop it.
In the space of a breath, their pace sped up dramatically. He pulled her clothes off, piece by piece and she writhed, shakily helping his suddenly rushed movements. Her panties were the last to go, his pants still on but quickly being removed. He dropped his head and heartlessly drove his tongue inside her, eliciting a gasp before she pushed her hips at his mouth, spreading her legs more fully and wrapping them around his shoulders. He sealed his mouth to her woman-hood, his tongue flicking over her center.
She writhed, pushing up more than surely possible against him, her hands clenching his jacket beneath her. "Ky.... ou... ya..." she gasped, her eyes opening and closing without any apparent control.
He reached up and held onto her hips, not allowing her to move much. He'd make her pay dearly for making him groan. He bit down on her, causing a ragged cry to escape her as she panted with want. He forced his tongue into her again, holding her still when she tried to thrash, a negative denial humming through his throat.
Twice. In the span of ten minutes, he was able to bring her to orgasm twice with just his mouth and hands. He finally pushed himself into her as she started to come down from the second orgasm, instantly feeling her inner walls tightening once more. Haruhi mumbled his name, wrapping her legs around his waist. He pulled out a bit, then pushed inside her once more, feeling her tighten all the more. What felt like an eternity later, he hit his own orgasm, his jerking movements causing her third.
Once he finally spiraled down from his sexual high, he pulled out of her and lay on the cold floor, pulling her on top of him. They both lay there panting for several moments, no noise other than their breaths echoing throughout the room. Then she sat up, and he didn't try to stop her.
"Kyouya?" she asked, staring at him as she propped herself up on her elbows to look him in the eyes.
"It can never happen again," he answered.
She closed her eyes and nodded. "I agree."
-
And they didn't for a while. It wasn't ever spoke of again. They acted exactly the same as they had before and Haruhi all but banished it from her mind.
However, two weeks later, he showed up at her house. At first, she thought he was there to talk to her father and told him that her dad was at work. He'd said that was the point before he backed her against the wall. Right there in her livingroom, he screwed her again. Before he left, he whispered five very familiar words, and again, she believed him.
"It can never happen again." And he was gone.
Haruhi went to school the next day, believing him completely, and acted as if nothing had happened to begin with. Three weeks later, she'd given up the half hope that he would show again and was sitting down in her room, preparing to do her homework when there was a knock on the front door.
Curious, she answered it, only to see Kyouya standing there, leaning against the banister. Without having to ask, she knew what he wanted and opened the door more fully, allowing him access.
He took her in her bedroom this time, leaving after those whispered words that she no longer completely believed. The next day, like it was practiced, they acted normally.
And three weeks later, like clockwork, he showed up again.
This happened over and over for the course of the year, and into the next. When she stood at her graduation ceremony, long after he and Tamaki had graduated, she realized this time, it truly couldn't happen again. That night, she signed up online for an American college.
Kyouya showed up the day of her departure, and she knew he didn't know a thing. So, like usual, she had sex with him and he left, whispering his repetetive saying, though she no longer believed it.
"It can never happen again."
"You're right," was her answer as he stepped up to the door.
He paused and turned to her, his brow furrowing. "You never answer," he muttered, and she knew that he didn't believe his own words either.
"I know I don't, Kyouya. It won't happen again. Ever. I'm leaving for America in the morning."
His eyes widened slightly. "Why didn't I know of this?"
"I haven't told anyone so you wouldn't find out. Goodbye, Kyouya. You need to find someone else."
The look on his face told her how displeased he was, though he didn't mention it. Instead he said, "Why did you really turn Tamaki down?"
"Because his feelings weren't reciprocated. For all intents and purposes, I was with you, but it's over for good this time, Ootori-san."
Without another word, he left. She didn't see him for years. During her time at the American college, she met a rather nice boy, also studying to be a lawyer, named Derrik. After five and a half years together, he proposed and she said yes. Kyouya only very rarely swept over her thoughts, and only when she was thinking of the old days in highschool.
The first time Derrik took her into his arms was the first time she didn't think about Kyouya while in bed with another man. And she wouldn't ever think about him, wouldn't ever see him, wouldn't ever return to Japan for the rest of her life.
And probably kill him, too.
Here he was, planning on completely and utterly defiling their little flower, making her un-pure for anyone else, then tossing her away like yesterday's trash. He would use her and lose her. It would never happen again as long as he lived. Ever. He'd make sure of it.
The Host Club had gone home today shortly after Haruhi left, with the exception of Kyouya, who'd needed to work some calculations. He hadn't expected to come into the small spare classroom to find her sitting at a desk, pouring over some books and papers, a calculator in hand. She hadn't even noticed him yet.
He just stood there, planning for several long moments, not surprised when she finally tore her eyes away from her texts and looked up at him.
"Kyouya-sempai?" she asked, blinking in mild surprise. "Why are you here so late?"
"I had some things to go over for the club. Why are you?" he asked, raising a brow as he turned and closed the door, surreptitiously locking it in the process.
She sighed. "We have a calculous test tomorrow, so I'm cramming."
"Ah," he hummed, setting his clipboard down on a desk beside her's before glancing at the text she was reading. "So ka."
Haruhi nodded. "Yeah. Um, Kyouya-sempai? I wanted to ask about that autum dance you're planning."
"Oh?" He lifted a brow, silently urging her to continue.
She nodded, setting down her pencil and turning in her seat to face him more fully. "Yes. I was wondering if I could just-"
He leaned down and covered her mouth with two fingers, causing her to instantly halt mid-sentence and stare up at him in mute surprise. "I don't care. Do whatever you want, Haruhi," he said, truly not caring what it was she'd been about to ask. Without waiting for her to comment or ask what he was doing, he leaned down the rest of the way and pressed his mouth to her's after removing his hand.
She didn't respond at first and he started to pull away, disappointed. But she followed him, continuing the kiss. He smirked and got down on his knees so it wasn't so uncomfortable and they were at a more even level. Her arms twined about his neck, pulling her up against him, and he wrapped one arm around her waist, putting the other on the back of her chair.
His tongue flicked out, teasing the seam of her lips and only slipping inside when she moaned softly. Her grip tightened on his neck and then she was pulling away.
"Kyouya, we... I don't think-"
"Then don't think," he interrupted. "Just react. That is suitable for now."
She sighed, giving in, and he resumed the kiss. She sighed softly when he pulled away and moved down to her throat, biting down on the tender flesh before kissing the minute pain away.
"Kyouya, I..." she breathed, her eyes closing as she leaned her head back, giving him easier access to her pale skin.
"Shhhh," was his only reply as his lips ghosted down to nibble on her collar-bone. She groaned and he smirked, pulling off his button-up shirt and spreading it across the floor as he pulled her into his lap, sitting down on the tiled ground. She allowed him to lay her flat on the floor, crouching over her as his mouth continued it's ministrations.
"Kyouya," she groaned out, opening her eyes only to close them again when his hand brushed against her nether regions, eliciting another moan, even though it was through the fabric. Her hands trailed down his bare chest boldly, nails scraping hard when he put his leg between her thighs and pressed his hand against her. "Kyouya..."
He moved his hand slowly up, capturing her breast in his mouth through the fabric of her shirt, and unzipped her pants. She arched up, a wanting growl escaping her throat as his teeth dragged over her. "Kyou... Kyo... Kyou... ya...Ky... ouya..." she gasped when he slipped his fingers under the hem of her panties, dragging them over her vagina.
She writhed, her fingers clenching on the hem of his pants and tugging needily. "Nng..."
He chuckled and dipped a finger into her, gaining another moan and writhe. She arched her hips, wanting his hand to do so much more. He obliged her, working her tender flesh to the point that she sank her teeth into his shoulder in a fit of frustration. His eyes widened slightly as he went completely hard, a moan slipping between his teeth before he could stop it.
In the space of a breath, their pace sped up dramatically. He pulled her clothes off, piece by piece and she writhed, shakily helping his suddenly rushed movements. Her panties were the last to go, his pants still on but quickly being removed. He dropped his head and heartlessly drove his tongue inside her, eliciting a gasp before she pushed her hips at his mouth, spreading her legs more fully and wrapping them around his shoulders. He sealed his mouth to her woman-hood, his tongue flicking over her center.
She writhed, pushing up more than surely possible against him, her hands clenching his jacket beneath her. "Ky.... ou... ya..." she gasped, her eyes opening and closing without any apparent control.
He reached up and held onto her hips, not allowing her to move much. He'd make her pay dearly for making him groan. He bit down on her, causing a ragged cry to escape her as she panted with want. He forced his tongue into her again, holding her still when she tried to thrash, a negative denial humming through his throat.
Twice. In the span of ten minutes, he was able to bring her to orgasm twice with just his mouth and hands. He finally pushed himself into her as she started to come down from the second orgasm, instantly feeling her inner walls tightening once more. Haruhi mumbled his name, wrapping her legs around his waist. He pulled out a bit, then pushed inside her once more, feeling her tighten all the more. What felt like an eternity later, he hit his own orgasm, his jerking movements causing her third.
Once he finally spiraled down from his sexual high, he pulled out of her and lay on the cold floor, pulling her on top of him. They both lay there panting for several moments, no noise other than their breaths echoing throughout the room. Then she sat up, and he didn't try to stop her.
"Kyouya?" she asked, staring at him as she propped herself up on her elbows to look him in the eyes.
"It can never happen again," he answered.
She closed her eyes and nodded. "I agree."
-
And they didn't for a while. It wasn't ever spoke of again. They acted exactly the same as they had before and Haruhi all but banished it from her mind.
However, two weeks later, he showed up at her house. At first, she thought he was there to talk to her father and told him that her dad was at work. He'd said that was the point before he backed her against the wall. Right there in her livingroom, he screwed her again. Before he left, he whispered five very familiar words, and again, she believed him.
"It can never happen again." And he was gone.
Haruhi went to school the next day, believing him completely, and acted as if nothing had happened to begin with. Three weeks later, she'd given up the half hope that he would show again and was sitting down in her room, preparing to do her homework when there was a knock on the front door.
Curious, she answered it, only to see Kyouya standing there, leaning against the banister. Without having to ask, she knew what he wanted and opened the door more fully, allowing him access.
He took her in her bedroom this time, leaving after those whispered words that she no longer completely believed. The next day, like it was practiced, they acted normally.
And three weeks later, like clockwork, he showed up again.
This happened over and over for the course of the year, and into the next. When she stood at her graduation ceremony, long after he and Tamaki had graduated, she realized this time, it truly couldn't happen again. That night, she signed up online for an American college.
Kyouya showed up the day of her departure, and she knew he didn't know a thing. So, like usual, she had sex with him and he left, whispering his repetetive saying, though she no longer believed it.
"It can never happen again."
"You're right," was her answer as he stepped up to the door.
He paused and turned to her, his brow furrowing. "You never answer," he muttered, and she knew that he didn't believe his own words either.
"I know I don't, Kyouya. It won't happen again. Ever. I'm leaving for America in the morning."
His eyes widened slightly. "Why didn't I know of this?"
"I haven't told anyone so you wouldn't find out. Goodbye, Kyouya. You need to find someone else."
The look on his face told her how displeased he was, though he didn't mention it. Instead he said, "Why did you really turn Tamaki down?"
"Because his feelings weren't reciprocated. For all intents and purposes, I was with you, but it's over for good this time, Ootori-san."
Without another word, he left. She didn't see him for years. During her time at the American college, she met a rather nice boy, also studying to be a lawyer, named Derrik. After five and a half years together, he proposed and she said yes. Kyouya only very rarely swept over her thoughts, and only when she was thinking of the old days in highschool.
The first time Derrik took her into his arms was the first time she didn't think about Kyouya while in bed with another man. And she wouldn't ever think about him, wouldn't ever see him, wouldn't ever return to Japan for the rest of her life.