warnings: sex, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, blowjobs, handjobs, pet name "my dear", making out, nipple play

mature audiences only. minors, do not interact.

also: i hope that this makes you feel beautiful as you are. obviously, you may read this in any voice you wish, but I hope you are able to be worshipped in your own skin, and the beautiful way it curves or doesn't curve, or the unique way it is marked. you are stunning, dear, and you are loved.

"You've gotta be kidding me."

Wet paint dripped off your sleeve, drowning your previously lavender uniform in a deep red. Sighing, you held up your arm as the heavy fabric clinged to your skin, making it hard to move around the other hosts so that you wouldn't get paint on anything else. When you looked along your torso, you registered another damp feeling as the paint soaked through your shirt and onto your undergarments, completely ruining your set. It was a little older and splayed at the lace, but it would always be one of your favorites.

Kasanoda takes no mind as Mori and Honey have their own little end to the dramatics that had just ensued, hence the paint. It was a sweet sight, but you would've at least appreciated a small apology for the mess.

And maybe a check for the dry cleaning.

Displeased, another exasperated breath escapes you as you turn to your spectacled best friend, who was also looking at your uniform with a deep frown.

Kyoya Ootori sighed as he pulled out his trusty black book, clicking his pen as he wrote down a number. "That uniform is going to cost a fortune to clean, (Y/n). But there might be a spare uniform in the prep room."

He gets a deadpanned look in return.

Great, you thought as you shivered from the slick paint touching your skin, one more thing to add to my debt.

Kyoya peeks over his book, drawing your eyes to his mouth as he smirks at the look you're giving him. "Oh please," he says, a teasing lilt to his voice. "Spare me the dramatics."

Scoffing, you can't help the curl in your lips as you turn over your shoulder, saying goodbye to the other hosts and letting them know that you'll be back soon with a new shirt and jacket.

Hikaru and Kaoru, ever the ones to stir the pot, saddle up to each of your elbows, blocking your path out of the rose maze.

"Do you need any help (Y/n)?" Hikaru asks, his canines looking sharper against the thorns of the bushes.

"Because we are always happy to lend a hand." Kaoru states, and you see the gold in their eyes twinkle with mischief and warmth.

You brush past them easily, only half-joking when you call out to them. "Drop dead."

You didn't notice your necklace snagging onto one of the spiked stems as you left.

Rushing to the familiar music room, you opened the door and prayed that the paint hadn't splattered or dripped on the way up. Sure, the staircases were red, but the tiles were as white as a pearl dipped in cream.

You minded the furniture, giving it a wide berth as you made your way to another set of double doors. These were smaller and coated in a similar color to the tiles, but ordained with light pink decorations across the wood. Using your dry hand, you pushed those open as well, heading straight into the smaller room as you locked them behind you.

The change room was tight compared to the space it inhabited. Lush vanilla walls bordered a small square area used for host costume changes and inconvenient messes, such as the one you found yourself in.

Once inside, you breathed a breath of relief as you shrugged off the jacket, the weight of the sopping coat lifting off of you. Finally having a good chance to look at your arm, you groaned as you saw red staining your skin down the limb, completely submerging the gold bracelet on your wrist.

Your mouth drew into a pout. Kyoya had given you this bracelet for your birthday last year as a set, his hands delicate on your skin as he wrapped the thin chain around you.

The simple touch had encouraged a small shiver up your spine, especially when his thumb brushed over your pulse point, connecting your heartbeats in a single moment.

When he had offered to put the matching necklace on, you had bit the inside of your lip and nodded, addicted to the rare opportunity for his touch.

He had settled behind you, and you felt his breath against your neck as you lifted your hair to make room for the gold clasp. Kyoya's expensive cologne was crisp, filling your lungs with the silken scent that rocketed your heartbeat to new heights.

Being around the megane was dizzying, as any contact from him would alter the floor beneath you. His gray eyes pulled you in, past his nonchalance, past his indifference, and into the softness he held below it. His body, lean and strong, pushed against the pressure of the world on his shoulders with alluring grace.

You swallowed as his touch came to rest on the slope of your shoulders, and the coolness of the chain slowly slithered up your throat as he carefully placed it over your sternum.

"The redness of the ruby in the center signifies happiness and luck," Kyoya had said, his deep voice sending a new round of goosebumps up your back. "It's what I wish for you in this upcoming year," his tone picked up as he clasped the necklace together so it held soundly, "And for many years to come."

He failed to mention that it also represented romance and sexuality, according to your late night google searches. But he didn't need to know that.

At his words, you looked down to watch the red jewel sparkle in the sunlight washing through the windows of the music room. An unbridled surge of happiness bubbled into your chest, and you had spun to hug your best friend, the emotion that was invoked by the gift too much to articulate with words.

This was one of the rare times he didn't immediately push you off with a roll of his eyes, reminding you that physical affection wasn't one of his 'many expertise' – his words.

Instead, a chuckle rumbled through his chest as his arms came around your waist, holding you closer, and maybe for a second longer than he might have been expecting too, giving a welcome to your thanks.

Your heart had glowed then, and it glowed now at the memory as you came back to reality. Shrugging off your white button down, you unlatched the bracelet so that you could clean it later. Assuming that since the splatter had soared onto your shoulder and collar, you reached to take the necklace off as well to give it a good rinse.

Imagine your surprise when you found your collarbone to be bare.

Shock was followed by a small panic at the absence of the jewel, not only because of the memory it held, but because you were just so used to the weight of the accessory on your neck. You felt naked without it.

Looking down, you spun yourself in a clumsy circle as you glanced at the ruined tile beneath you, hoping for just a glint of the gold chain you cherished so much.

No way, no way, thoughts spun in your mind as you paced around the lined space, doing your best to skip over the trails of red paint you had made. You could've sworn you just had it minutes ago.

Maybe it was out in the main club room?

Taking a breath, you readied yourself at the entrance of the smaller room, fully aware of your indecency at the moment. It was a risk, you had to admit, but you didn't want to put on that squishy jacket again if you didn't have too.

The door opened with a tentative creak as you brought one eye to the crack, more light seeping into your vision. The music room was much larger than the one that you were currently standing in, and you had to crane your head to get a good angle of the whole room.

It was empty.

With a sudden rush of confidence, you flung the door wider and ran around the room, checking every tile and empty space for the necklace that you had lost- dropped. (E/c) eyes bounced from one end of the room to the other, but nothing caught your eye. Your eyebrows crinkled as you became a little more desperate, racking your brain for any place it might be.

A breath rushed through you as you came up with an answer, but your eyes quickly closed, disappointed in your recklessness.

The rose garden was such a popular place for Ouran's students, hundreds pass through there within the day. You knew that it had been merely ten to fifteen minutes since you had left your club there, but that was more than enough time for someone to come and grab it.

Hopefully they are still down there, you prayed as you ran quickly back to the changing space, not locking the door behind you in an attempt to save time, and switched your phone on.

Your fingers flew across the screen as you opened up your chat with Haruhi, scrolling past the past conversation to start a new one.

You: hey haruhi! i think i dropped my necklace in the maze when i left. i'm sorry to ask, but have you guys left the maze yet?

Worrying your lip with your teeth, you were grateful you didn't have to wait long before the three little dots showed up on the bottom right of your screen, oscillating back and forth as your friend typed out a response.

A ding sounded when you read her reply.

Loml <3: Actually, I was just about to text you. I found it caught on one of the bushes in the maze. Want me to bring it up to you?

Your beating heart settled as the nerves eased out of you knowing that your jewelry was safe. Now that you think of it, you had felt a small pinch as you exited the maze, but you thought it was just a graze of the thorns from the flowers. You should've double checked.

You: yes pleasee :) i'm still in the changing room.

Loml <3: Sure, I'm down the hall. Be right there.

You: thank youuu i owe you one.

Another sigh emitted from you as you dropped your phone back down onto the changing bench, relieved to be spared from having to tell Kyoya that you lost it.

Humming contentedly, you slowed down your movements, undoing your laces and peeling each loafer off of your heel. You then unclasped the button of your pants, the zipper coming down in your grasp as you prepared to slip them off-

A soft knock in triple rhythm filled the space, and you favored leaving the pants on your hips as you turned to open the door. But the effort to keep the black pants on your body when it was so loose strained your back as you turned, and your bra hook popped out of place. With a gasp you held the cups of your bra as the apparel relied solely on you to support it. Stretching your neck, you saw loose threads at the end of your bra and realized it had broken in your movement.

Another knock and a small clearing of the throat sounded on the other side of the door. Amidst the confusion on how you were supposed to tie your bra back into place while also trying to pull your pants up higher on your body, you yelled "Come in!", hoping Haruhi could give you a hand. It's not anything she hasn't seen before.

Your back was turned as the door opened slowly, before a choked sound and a slam sounded behind you. Jumping at the noise, you did your best to turn towards the commotion, your entire skin flushing pink at the cause.

:::

Kyoya watched as the twins grinned evilly, wiggling their eyebrows at their suggestion to help you change out of your ruined clothes. He observed your quick suggestion for them to drop dead, and then followed you as you made your way past the roses.

A muscle flexed in his jaw as he did his best to return to the work that he was doing, but the impression of the Hitachiians helping to undress you was at the forefront of his mind. It made all of his writings blur together, until he was reading a single line over and over, trying to focus on the task at hand.

Kasanoda had produced plenty of drama today, the likes of it creating a constant, but all too familiar, headache behind his eyes. Considering that, he was beyond grateful when it was time to leave the maze and head home, wanting to relax slightly before a dinner his parents had put together.

He was walking with Tamaki on his left and Haruhi on his right when he heard the small brunette gasp lightly before grabbing in the bushes.

"Haruhi! Don't do that, you'll get scratched!" Tamaki had cried, and tried to reach across and still her hand. But being the stubborn girl that she was, Haruhi simply ignored him, plucking something shiny off the green, thorny stems.

"Hey, isn't this (Y/n)'s?"

At the mention of your name, Kyoya looked up from his book to follow the honor student's line of sight. A special piece of jewelry draped itself across her fingers, the red ruby winking back at him in the daylight.

He hummed, tucking his journal under his arm before pinching the chain, picking it up and holding it against the sky.

"Indeed it is." Kyoya affirmed, thoughtful as it sparkled in the bursts of the sunset. "She must've lost it in her efforts to get changed."

Kyoya placed it back into Haruhi's open palm as they kept walking, seeing a blue-ish light emit from his right side as she pulled out her phone with one hand.

"I'm going to text her to see where she is. She might've left by now." Her solid tone took on one of surprise as a ring echoed out of her device.

"Oh, nevermind. She just realized it was missing and wants me to bring it to her."

A resolute nod came from the Ootori son as they stepped into the grand hall of the academy, the grand stairs royal and glorious as the centerpiece of the foyer. To his amusement and annoyance, he saw small red droplets occasionally trailing up the steps, and Kyoya shook his head fondly before writing down another price that he labeled Carpet Cleaning.

Before the three hosts could take another step though, two ginger-haired obstacles blocked their path. Through his lenses, Kyoya could see their prank brewing in their mouths before they even spoke.

"We can bring it to (Y/n)-senpai..." Kaoru started, his elbow coming to rest on his brother's shoulder.

"...If you want." Hikaru finished, showing off an innocent smile that didn't reach his tone.

To Kyoya's relief, Haruhi rolled her eyes. "Please, as if. Go find someone else to creep out."

But the twins were persistent as they pleaded. "C'mon, Haruhi, loosen up! It'll be hilarious!"

Closing his journal with a snap, Kyoya placed his fingers on the bridge of his nose, pushing the eyewear up onto his face. "(Y/n) does not need to be bothered with the likes of you while she cleans up. If she needed your help, she simply would've asked for it."

He thought he hid his displeasure of them barging into your dressing room well, but when the Hitachiian twins paired the bitterness in his voice to the sharpness of his gaze earlier when they had suggested they help you out of your attire, it wasn't hard to put two and two together.

The brothers frowned in sync as their eyebrows furrowed together. "Awe, we wish we were girls so that (Y/n)-senpai would trust us like you, Haruhi~!" They whined, and the headache in Kyoya's mind pulsed within his temples.

Tamaki flushed beside him as he scolded them in a quiet tone. "Shut up! You can't just say those things out loud! Who knows who could hear you out in public like this!"

As if on cue, footsteps could be heard resonating against the polished walls as a head of red hair came out from one of the hallway entrances.

"Haruhi is a girl?!"

Kyoya's head snapped up as he saw Kasanoda standing near the pillar to the staircase, looking wide-eyed and skittish. The idiotic trio whipped their heads to Kasanoda's position and they tried to back track.

"What do you mean?" Tamaki laughed sheepishly, pulling Haruhi closer to ruffle her hair. "Of course not!"

"Yeah, he's the manliest man I've ever seen!" Hikaru stated, prompting Haruhi to flex her biceps.

Kaoru pretended to be in friendly awe as he gestured to her arm. "I mean look at those muscles!"

Kyoya knew he had bad eyesight, but that wasn't what was stopping Haruhi's so-called muscles from being visible.

Naturally, Tamaki rushed into another mood swing as he went into over-protective mode, pointing a pianist's finger into Kasanoda's face. "What are you doing here anyways? We thought you left with Mori-senpai."

Kasanoda's eyes were still wide as they glanced between the prince and the honor student, trying to find his best answer.

"I was gonna apologize to (Y/n) for getting paint all over her, but then I heard you guys talking and- and it was just so surprising!" An adamant blush spread over his features as he processed the new information.

Tamaki paused, silently cursing in his head. He let his fight or flight response kick-in, and the twins seemed to be on the same wave-length as they lifted Haruhi off the ground, two brothers under each arm and a french-japanese boy at her legs. She yelped while they dragged her off groaning before meeting eyes with Kyoya and throwing the necklace to him.

Surprised, the piece of jewelry fumbled between his hands before it landed firmly in his palms. He looked up and saw Kasanoda running after them, hearts in his eyes as Haruhi called out, "Make sure to give this to (Y/n)!" before turning a corner.

Kyoya's gaze returned to the necklace in his hand. The gold chain dipped between the gaps in his long fingers, and he heaved a sigh, accepting his fate as he made his way up the steps.

Little did he know that two golden-eyed brothers followed him up the steps as he got lost in his thoughts, abandoning their post against Kasanoda and Tamaki in favor of pulling the best prank of their lives.

It was interesting that you would've lost something so important to you, considering you wore it nearly everyday. As he climbed the staircase, the image of the jewelry store he bought it from came to the forefront of his mind. Kyoya smirked at the memory of looking through all of the glass cases, but nothing really felt like it fit you.

The salesperson was kind and clearly nervous at the notion of helping an Ootori son around his store, voice shaking as he pointed out their large selection of gemstones, from opals to sapphires to emeralds.

"This is one of our new arrivals." The man had said as he bent down behind the counter for a moment before pulling out a black, velvet box. Keeping his hands in his pockets, Kyoya waited as the man set the container gently onto the glass below it and opened it slowly.

A raven-colored eyebrow quirked at the sight of sparkling gold, and his gray eyes zeroed in on the red ruby set in the center.

Reaching out, the club's director paused before he dared to touch the delicate chain. "May I?"

Encouragingly, the salesperson nodded, even picking up the necklace and placing it softly into his palm. "The ruby was plucked from the deep mines of India, its red color complimented by the yellow gold chain of 14 karats, and the small diamonds around it."

Kyoya had lifted the necklace up high into the light of the jewelry store, watching as it glinted in his hold. The curve of his lips deepened when the sparkle was similar to the one in your eyes.

"It comes as a set as well." Turning his head, he watched as the salesman placed a smaller box next to the one that had held the necklace, opening it to show a bracelet that was a twin to its longer counterpart.

"They are both very beautiful." Kyoya's voice was softer as he placed the pieces side by side, imagining them wrapped around your neck and wrist. His gaze became tender as he imagined you greeting him with a wave, the bracelet gracefully bouncing as you made your way toward him.

But the salesman interrupted his thoughts. "May I ask who you're shopping for, sir?"

Clearing his throat, Kyoya's face dropped back into his usual politeness, picking up the bracelet and feeling the weight of the jewelry in his palm. They were definitely real gold, that was for sure.

"A friend."

The man hummed as his nervousness took a backseat to a knowing smile that separated his lips. "Just a friend?"

Kyoya flicked his gaze up to the man, rolling his eyes internally at the way he was looking at him. The ravenet ignored the sad, almost bitter taste in his mouth and his increased heart rate as he set the jewelry back into their boxes and pulled out his credit card.

"Yes, just a friend."

Nodding, the man took his credit card, swiping it through the reader before sliding it back to the Ootori son. "You know, red usually symbolizes happiness and good fortune. I'm sure your friend will appreciate it."

Kyoya just nodded, placing his wallet back into his suit jacket. "I'm glad to hear that."

The man's tone then swirled with a certain politeness hiding a hint of mischief. "But it can also represent passion, or romance." A teasing smile played on the man's features as he held out a paper bag that he had wrapped the gift in, watching as the third son froze in place before taking it from his grasp.

His dress shoes clacked against the tile as Kyoya quickly left the store, growing slightly uncomfortable at what the man was implying, and he cursed his heart for pressing against his sternum too tightly at the notion of you being his.

Knocking lightly on the main door to Music Room #3, he waved away his clouded thoughts as he waited in the hall. When you didn't answer, he tried the handle, only to find it unlocked as he pushed it open and found the main room empty.

His confusion was soon evaded when he saw the red drops of paint leading around the room, as if you had circled the place multiple times before the trail disappeared behind the smaller changing room doors.

Taking a deep breath as the butterflies gathered in his stomach at the thought of seeing you, he gently knocked three times on the door, clearing his throat so that you knew someone was on the other side.

This time, he heard a light "Come in!" through the painted wood, and he pushed the door open with his shoulder, finding that it opened easily. Shaking his head, he lowered it as he entered the room, grabbing the necklace from his pocket and preparing to lightly tease you about not locking your door.

But when he looked up, the words caught in his throat as every thought he had ever had completely vanished from his mind.

Kyoya's throat bobbed with a choked sound as he came face to face with your bare back and your trousers sitting devilishly low on your hips.

You didn't turn towards him until the door behind him slammed shut, and you both jumped at the sound, his glasses falling forward on his nose. He could not for the life of him turn his eyes away from you as your gaze met his, and a pretty pink color flushed up your collarbone, probably matching the tips of his ears.

What was he doing?

"Kyoya?!" Your eyes were wide as you desperately tried to hold everything together, quickly turning back around so that you didn't have to face him as your cheeks burned a bright red. "What are you doing in here?!"

Your question shocked him out of his state of amazement, and his body went rigid. He willed his coolness to come back to him, and he adjusted his jacket before swiftly turning around, intending to leave the room as quickly as possible. "I apologize, let me just-"

As he pushed on the golden handle, the door barely moved, the hinges halting as the wood hit something hard on the other side.

"What the hell?" Kyoya hissed under his breath as he rattled it some more, his flustered brain bypassing the fact that pushing it again wouldn't change the outcome.

The thumping of the door was suddenly joined by the sound of snickering, one that both you and Kyoya were all too familiar with.

"Hikaru?" You asked, your voice carrying through the door as your hands tightened around yourself. "Kaoru?"

"What did you guys do?" Kyoya swore as he gave the door another push.

"Don't worry!" Kaoru's lighter voice filtered through the crack of the walls.

A deeper laugh came through as Hikaru added on. "We'll come back soon!"

Kyoya's voice was angry and flustered, a growl vibrating the back of his throat. "You two need to open this door right now, or I swear, I will-"

"Don't push too hard, Kyoya-senpai! That couch isn't going anywhere, so the door will just break!" A twin teased.

"Yeah, and then what would happen to your precious budget?" The other one giggled, and their laughter got quieter and quieter as they left the room.

There was a small, amazed silence, before you spoke behind him.

"...did they just lock you in here?"

Kyoya's forehead fell onto the door with a sigh, willing his years of suppressing his emotions into practice as he nodded his head. "Yes."

A moment of silence passes before your voice sounds across the room again. "How did they move a whole couch by themselves?"

"Revenge can be a powerful motivator." He grumbled, pounding his fist onto the painted surface as a way to air out his frustration.

"Revenge?" The light laugh that chimed behind him didn't make this any easier. "What did you do?"

Kyoya started to turn around, forgetting your situation. "(Y/n), there are more pressing matters at hand. Could you-," His head swiveled back to face the door when he saw your bare back again, the straps of something red and lacy on your hips reminding him of why he had tried to leave so quickly in the first place.

His imagination went wild as he stared at the divots on the door, and he tried so hard to fight against the images of where else that lace touched your skin. Behind the fabric of your trousers, how much material was really needed in order to-

Kyoya hissed at himself and fiddled with his tie.

Sighing a small breath, he fixed his glasses onto his nose, thinking that straightening out his posture might clean up his appearance and his thoughts. "Would you put your shirt back on and help me find a way to get out of here?"

At that, you blushed, a sheepish smile that he couldn't see molding on your lips. "Uh, I can't."

"What do you mean you can't?"

"My bra broke," You internally cringed, rolling your eyes at your aversion to speaking with more confidence. "Without anything under that shirt, everything will show through. Plus, both my jacket and shirt are covered in paint."

Kyoya's shoulders rose and dropped with a huff, and his eyes squeezed shut at your description, his mouth suddenly very dry at the notion of anything showing through. Calmly though, he took his lavender jacket off his shoulders and held it out behind him, his arm stretching as far as it could go without turning his body.

"Take my jacket then."

Over your bare shoulder, you softened at the image of your friend desperately trying to give you as much privacy as possible while still offering his help. Slowly, you tried to move, but squeaked when you felt the fabric on your pants shift.

"Oh, I can't do that either."

Kyoya's disbelief bounced off the wall in front of him. "And why not?"

God damn it. "My," Another embarrassed sigh escaped you. "My pants are undone. If I walk over to you, then they'll fall down."

"I'll just keep facing this wall, (Y/n). I won't see anything."

"I know, it's just there's paint all over the floor." You trailed off as both you and Kyoya looked down between your feet to see splatters of red all over the prim tiles.

"If I drag them, then they'll be ruined too, and the club can barely afford the cleaning of the jacket and shirt, let alone a custom-fit pair of pants."

Since it wasn't customary for a female to be wearing the boy's uniform, Tamaki had yours specially made so that everyone in the host club looked like a unit. Getting a pair of men's pants to fit your female figure wasn't the cheapest thing, but luckily your school had money beyond your wildest dreams.

Still, you wanted to avoid spending the Chairman's money as much as possible.

Kyoya thought for a moment before coming up with an idea. "Is there paint around where you're standing?"

Peering over your arms as they clung to the cups of your bra, you turned your head around you, and in that small space, you didn't spot any of the evil red drops.

"No, I don't think so."

Clearing his throat, his deep voice rumbled towards you, and it caught you off guard. "Take off your pants, then."

Sparks shot down your spine. His voice, joined by that sentence, created a series of goosebumps that sprinkled your skin. God, what you would do to hear that again.

Heat fired onto your cheekbones as something electrifying curled low in your abdomen. The room was silent, but you were sure that Kyoya could hear your heartbeat as loudly as you could, feeling lost in the thump bouncing off your skull.

That something gave you the power to act on things that you probably shouldn't have.

But the reality that you were nearly exposed with your very attractive best friend in a locked room became less embarrassing, and your arousal had been pent up for too long. You wanted, needed, to know where you stood with the handsome Ootori, and this was probably the best kind of situation to find that out.

Now, you have a challenge.

A teasing eyebrow lifted, and even if the megane couldn't see your face, he could hear the lilt in your voice as you laughed slightly. "Are you trying to get me naked, Ootori?"

That choked noise echoed through the room once more, and Kyoya's reply was too quick for you not to laugh at his attempt to backtrack.

"No! No. I just-," he paused to gather his bearings, another incriminating image of you flashing through his mind. "I simply meant that you would be able to grab my jacket with no obstacles. It seems to be our only option at the moment for you to be decent."

A thoughtful hum sounded from you as you began to shimmy your hips, allowing the cotton fabric to loosen over your hips and fall past your knees. "So you think I'm indecent?"

"(Y/n), please."

Your laugh rang behind your teeth as you smiled, stepping out of the clothing that pooled at your feet. "Okay, sorry, sorry. Here I come."

Gently, you walked towards the man as he raised his jacket once more. The space of the changing room was small, but it felt like lightyears away as the air conditioning rushed over your bare legs. Tip-toeing over some of the small puddles of red paint, you were confident enough to raise your gaze from the floor and to the man in front of you.

You weren't lying when you said those shirts were sheer.

The way he stretched his arm back created a pocket of air in the fabric of his back, and as the light hit him in this certain way, you could see the ripples of his back muscles tensing with his prolonged movement.

Even where the shirt was tucked and tighter against his skin, you still noticed the shape the shirt gave to his thin waist, and the dark pants structured his long legs as he stood there patiently.

The closer you got, the more you saw the light reflect off his torso and his shoulders, trailing tastefully to the shine of his hair, begging to run your fingers through it.

The urge was so sudden and surprising that you barely had time to register when your foot gave way from under you.

An alarmed gasp came from you as you suddenly tumbled forward. Your hands left their important task of holding your bra up as they flew out in front of you, trying to find anything to grab onto to help you from completely falling on your face.

Rough cotton fabric appeared under your fingertips as you rammed into the back you were admiring just seconds ago. Kyoya grunted as the arm that had reached out now wrapped around your back to catch you, and the other one shot out, bracing himself against the door.

And there you were, bare-chested and flush against the most exceptional man you've ever met.

"Are you alright? What happened?" His question vibrated through his shirt and onto your torso, and the warmth of his, granted backwards, embrace suddenly wasn't enough to keep you in your seduced trance. Especially when cold air breezed over your newly exposed skin.

Quickly, and unfortunately, you separated yourself from him, pushing against his back slightly to stand yourself upright. Looking down, you saw red paint seeping out from under your heel, some of it splattered onto the tops of your toes.

"I slipped." You muttered as you stepped away from the paint on the floor.

Another disappointed groan was heard as you spotted lacy fabric drawing in the red art supplies.

"Oh no," Whining, you plucked your bra from the puddle and watched paint drip from the torn hooks. "This was my favorite too."

"What do you mean?"

You glanced at Kyoya before shoving the piece into his line of sight, having to lean into his torso again for him to get a good look.

"I dropped it into the paint."

The sight of the bra wasn't what made Kyoya's mind short-circuit, even if it did match the red lace he had drooled over earlier.

It was the fact that once he realized your bra was in your hand, and not on your person, then the twin pressures he felt on his back had to be-.

For God's sake. Something twitched.

"The jacket." He tried to hide how strained his voice was as he thrusted the blazer out behind him once more, and finally was able to relax when you stepped away and took it from his grasp.

The weight of the clothing left his fingers, but when your touch unknowingly grazed the inside of his wrist, he didn't know how much he could take.

Swallowing, his ears worked to follow the sound of fabric rustling and then buttons coming together.

You fixed the collar, pulling the coat down over your hips. "Okay, I got it on, but-"

Relieved to not have to face this cursed wall any longer, he interrupted your sentence as he turned towards you. "Perfect. First thing we need to do is-"

Gray eyes landed on (e/c) before the lavender color came into view. His subconscious took over as he always wondered what his jacket would look like on you.

Kyoya couldn't stop the flush that spread up his chest.

The v-neck line of the jacket was deep, considering it was too large for you. Your bare chest was protected from sight, but the cleavage that was shown was enticing, almost hypnotic as it pushed against the lapel of the coat.

The length of the blazer didn't do much either, and even if you were able to get it over your hips, it didn't even reach the middle of your thigh. Buttons pulled the fabric to dent at your waist, and his throat bobbed at the sight.

But he didn't get to look for long as you quickly reached out and spun him back around, the heat of your face becoming ever more apparent as you felt dizzy from the way he studied you.

You took your own moment to clear your head before you spoke, your voice barely over a whisper.

"I was...I was gonna say that it doesn't cover very much."

Kyoya wanted to scream.

His heart was beating too fast in his chest, and he felt your touch under the too thin material of his shirt on his shoulders. The tingling of his skin reminded him of his need for your touch to wander, following his blood as it rushed around his chest to his waist, and then pumped into an area that wanted you just as much as he did.

Bringing his fingers under his glasses, the ravenet dragged them down as he rested his forehead against the door.

"Are you okay, Kyo?"

How could you call him that, when he knew your lips made the perfect o-shape when you spoke his nickname, at a time like this?

"I'm fine." No, he wasn't. He prayed that the heat on his neck would cool so that he could maybe think clearly. "But nothing seems to be going according to plan."

A soft exhale came from you, and you trailed your hands down his back, but the lightest touch at this point sent lighting bolts through his nervous system.

"You're right. Everything that could've gone wrong, went wrong." Your fingers left his back, and he desperately missed the invigorating sensation. Not that he could say that.

You backed up slightly, not being able to be that close to him with so much skin exposed without shoving him against the wall he was facing.

As you moved, something rustled in his jacket pocket, the slight dink of metal drawing your attention to the inside pocket of the jacket.

Pulling the jacket away from your form, you reached inside and gasped when you felt the familiar feeling of a chain catch around your fingers.

"Oh my god, you have it!" Smiling brightly, you released the necklace from its pocketed prison and held it up in your palms, the red gem winking at you as it spun slightly.

Kyoya's voice is muffled behind his hands. "What do you mean?"

"The necklace!" Biting your lip, you reach behind you, your chest pressing against the confines of the jacket as you bend to attach the clasp at your neck. "I'm so glad there's no paint on it."

Restrained and frustrating emotions left his shoulders with a sigh as one hand dropped from his face. The other wrapped around Kyoya's face to his neck as he massaged the nape of it, fighting the oncoming headache he was getting at this whole situation. "Yes, that was the reason why I came in here. Haruhi found it hanging from a rose in the maze."

Understanding filled your stance as you fiddled with the ruby pendant. "And that's why I said come in." Another soft chuckle bounced in your throat. "I thought Haruhi was on the other side."

Kyoya's hand found his glasses as he adjusted them. "I suppose Haruhi forgot to tell you the change in plans after she was compromised by Tamaki and the twins."

"Oh, god." An amused tone filled his ears. "What do you mean by compromised?"

The Ootori son turned his head slightly so that he could have any semblance to a normal conversation with you without invading your privacy. "Kasanoda found out Haruhi was a girl, and thus, the usual panic ensued." He tried the door knob again, just seeing if it would budge.

"Ah yes. The usual." A much more innocent image popped into your mind at the predetermined protocol that Tamaki and the twins had set up in case of a situation where Haruhi's identity was in danger.

Still turning the jewelry in your hands, your voice turned fond. "I'm just glad she found it. I love this necklace."

There was a slight pause from the club's director's movements. "You do?"

Of course he knew that you wore it constantly. It greeted him with a glint and a shine during every club meeting or every class period you both had together. But he usually just figured you wore it to make him happy, to be polite.

Surprised at the genuine question coming from your best friend, you were quick to rectify any misunderstandings.

"Of course!" Brightness and assurance filled your tone. "It's gorgeous, it goes with everything, and it-" Your breath shuddered with hesitation.

His scent fluttered from the seams of his jacket, and you noted the flitter in your chest as you took another breath.

You two had had many moments like these. Where all the tension, all the suspense from the flirting and the teasing came to a precipice. Whether it was during a club movie night, where his arm had come to rest over your shoulders as you dozed before the credits rolled, or impossibly long study sessions as you bent over his shoulder, your cheek almost grazing his as you adjusted one of his calculations.

And now he was locked in a closet, clearly trying to give you complete space in such a confined room just to make you comfortable. An adoring smile made its way onto your plump lips as the necklace fiddled in your grasp, the pendant serving as a reminder that a piece of your heart was his.

Maybe it always has been.

Kyoya's question filled your elongated pause as he urged you to continue. "It what?"

Here we go. "It came from someone who I care about."

Kyoya's heart hitched at your words, his observational skills not missing the emotion that laced your tone. His lull of nonchalance was challenged by his shock, and it took immense effort to level his head out of the clouds.

"What..." The skin on his throat flowed into a swallow, keeping his hopes low and reasonable. "What do you mean?"

A knowing smile cracked onto your lips when you heard his flustered attempt to cover up his surprise. The blush on his neck was a dead giveaway, crooking a finger over to you, as if to say keep going.

The weight of the necklace warmed your heart as you took a small step forward, pushing past boundaries you didn't even know you had set between the two of you.

"And you know what else?"

Kyoya just hummed, his entire body stiff like a radio tower, susceptible to any signals you might be trying to send his way.

"I know you said that the ruby represented good luck and happiness, but..." Your thumb traced over the roughness of the jewel as you took another step forward. "I always saw it as a color of passion."

Kyoya's hand tightened on the door handle before clearing his throat. "The man at the shop had said something similar."

Your eyes lit up at the fact that he knew what you were talking about, and that he had still bought it knowing the messages it might send. Your heart rate rose to the pulse point in your neck.

"Really? What else did he say?" You stopped inches from his form, eyes scanning his straight spine and soft hair once more.

Sighing, Kyoya felt your breath on his back and he gasped as you trailed a finger around the bends and tucks of his shoulder blades. The touch was slight, and your presence behind him made his skin buzz with static, his anticipation growing each time you stepped forward

"He, uh..." Pressure built on his soft palette as he cleared his throat. "He mentioned something about romance."

A soft gasp sounded behind him, and god the sound sent a pulse straight into his core.

The sound of your voice in his ear did the same thing, and his jaw tightened at your approaching proximity. "Did he also tell you that red could embody sexuality?"

Air left his lungs as you pressed yourself fully against his back, and he saw your arms come forward and wrap around his chest, holding you to him. Those twin pressures returned, and his body felt hot with the feel of your stomach on his lower back. Your delicate hands splayed out on his sternum and around his waist.

The sultry burn he was feeling then warmed as he felt a small press onto his upper spine, his arousal coupling with a compulsion to absolutely melt in your hold.

You rested your forehead on his back, and you drew your eyes closed so that you could say the next part without overthinking it, focusing on where your hands connected with his body. "Or maybe love?"

Everything froze. Unbridled emotion erupted into the atmosphere, into the silence, and Kyoya could barely process anything that you were implying at the sound of that word.

He knew what love was, and he knew what it did to him, he just never realized that that was what he had been feeling about you for years. But as you unknowingly identified the feeling he had spent so much time and energy pushing against, Kyoya's blank mind came back to life.

Instead of a stuttering, embarrassed stature, something bloomed in his chest as he finally moved to wrap his arms around yours, laying his hands where yours touched his body to lace your fingers with his. The Ootori son held you there, committing the feel of this moment to memory.

"(Y/n), I-"

"Wait." Your voice halted him. "Turn around."

You felt him hesitate, and you laughed when you realized it was because of your appearance. You were laying your heart out to this man, and he still respected your privacy.

Your lips moved over his shoulders. "I have so much to tell you, so much to show you, and I can't do it while talking to your back."

Under your palm, his heart raced, and you felt a drop in his chest as he let out an unsteady sigh.

"I can't do that, (Y/n). I just...I can't." Kyoya's voice is raw, and his hands clench desperately on top of yours, hoping that you could feel everything he wanted to say and do for you without him having to speak.

"Yes you can." Your breath is warm and kind on his back before cool air rushes through as you separate from him, gingerly tugging your fingers out of his grasp to give him a little more space; to give him control.

Kyoya's shoulder's tensed for a second as he stared at the blocked door in front of him, completely engrossed in the feel of his heart against his ribcage. Running a hand through his hair, he didn't know what came over him and made him do what he did.

It could've been the way you held him so gently yet fiercely just seconds ago. It could've been that he would never deny any request you asked of him, especially when you asked him so sweetly.

Or it could've been that his heart was already swayed the moment he entered this room.

Whatever it was, it pulled on his waist, urging him to turn his head from the goddamned door that started this entire thing, even if he was grateful for it.

It pressed onto his torso as he slowly, achingly, turned over his shoulder.

And every debate, every doubt was washed out of him in an instant.

You were perfect.

Whether it was the way his jacket fit on you, or the words that were shared just minutes ago, he knew he would never be anything less than astonished when taking you in.

You felt his eyes on you as his eyes hooded over the blush that was surely raging on your cheeks, or maybe the smile that you couldn't bite back. Your gazes met, and it was a little blurry thanks to the soft tears that had caught onto your eyelashes.

Your chest heaved with feeling, and you grabbed his hand, circling a pale knuckle.

"Kyoya, I-..." Another shudder of a breath. You dragged it out as you looked up at him, putting meaning and intent behind each word.

"You're everything to me."

His grip tightens on your hand, and behind his glasses, you saw a glint of a tear forming beside his gray iris. The way he looked at you was dizzying, the muscles in his jaw pulsing as you watched every possible reply shoot across one side of his brain to the other.

Kyoya's lips part as he inhales, and his tone is wet with something you haven't heard from him before. Adoration? Endearment?

Love?

Both of his hands raised your palm as he pressed his lips against the back of your hand, kissing it with passionate grace as his next words were spoken against your skin.

"You're everything to me, (Y/n). You always have been."

Suddenly, the closeness felt like too much space, and you intensely wanted to press yourself against him; not only to ease the flipping of your stomach, but the captivating ache in your heart.

The tension was as thick as your intention was clear as you pulled yourself closer against him. Clasping your hands in front of you, you tipped your chin to where your lips would meet if the slightest of forces pitched you forward.

At this distance, Kyoya became aware of the way your hips brushed up against his as you stepped closer, and how the jacket did nothing but intrigue him more of what was underneath. A glint of light caught his eye, and in his peripheral he saw the necklace, his necklace, tucked into your cleavage.

Lust fogged his mind.

Your (e/c) eyes scooped to his mouth then back up, and your head was hazy with the intensity that reflected in his eyes.

"Then kiss me? Please?" The words floated between the two of you, and your voice hadn't sounded like yours when you asked.

Deflating, Kyoya let out an acute sigh as he encouraged your hands to his chest before letting you go.

Almost in an instant, his palms were at the sides of your face, dipping his fingers into your hair as rare desire coursed through his tone.

"You never need to ask, my dear, and you certainly don't need to beg."

And that was it. Kyoya did what he had yearned for minutes before.

He melted.

His lips captured yours with earnest, every need and want expressed in the way he pulled you into him until his back met the wood of the door. You fell with him, your feet barely keeping to the floor at this point.

A whimper exhaled from the back of your throat at the sheer thirst that this man was exhibiting, but that only encouraged his movements as he held you against his chest. Your fingers appealed to your fantasy, crawling up his neck and into the nape of his neck, twining with the midnight locks that grew there.

The kiss was an embodiment of release. Everything that had been stored up until that point for the years that you two had known each other charged through the depths of your chest, weaving through your veins and muscles until it met where you touched. Your chests, the tips of your peaked breasts brushing against his. Or your palms, where you pulled on his hair and neck, and where he held your jawline, firm and wanting before he slid them down to grasp at your waist.

But even if the old, will-they-won't-they tension was let go, a new want began to build, fighting to be unleashed.

Sick of trying to hold you against him, you gasped as Kyoya wrapped one arm around you, his palm pressing flat against your back as he spun.

"Kyoya..." His name left your lips in a wave when your back was firmly pinned to the door. You could feel a smirk on his lips as he dragged them over your mouth, his sharp jawline moving with every demonstration he gave to your lips.

Those hands of a pianist, long and knowledgeable, left your back to tease down your waist before grasping at the back of your bare thigh, urging you to wrap an ankle around the slim of his hips. Another breathy sigh left you, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. One of his hands came back up to grab your chin, keeping your face where he wanted it as his tongue sweeped your bottom lip.

Air was a necessary evil, and you broke apart, chests heaving against one another as your foreheads met.

Your hands had found their way to grip his collar while still being pressed against the wall, subconsciously trying to get closer to your crush. With decreasing energy, the snug hold you had on his shirt lessened as you sunk into the wood behind you, minding the handle, your hands coming to his cheeks again as you caught your breath.

His touch left you gently, rising one palm to your waist while the other unclasped your jaw, using his finger instead to trace the bone as his other palm moved to rest against the wall behind you.

You opened your eyes first, considering they had closed during the rush of it all, and your eyes grew to an intense softness when you saw his were still shut.

"Kyoya." This time, when you said his name, your tone was mild, clear enough to shake him a little out of his daze so that he might start thinking clearly.

Gray irises met yours as he hummed, and you were left breathless at the utter infatuation in his eyes.

The Ootori son was never one to be openly emotional; he was never so easy to read. Kyoya was raised to suppress and protect, storing his opinions and emotions in an airtight safe, only to be broken in case of emergency.

To see them so free, so relentless, was an attribute of trust from the director, and it made you want to kiss him again.

So you did.

It was lighter, a simple press of your lips together before you pulled away, and it left a simper on both of your lips.

Your throat bobbed as you looked at him with weight, trying to gauge how he was feeling. You both had just shot from no romantic contact of any sort to flushed and gasping as you clung to each other with need. Someone who had a particular reluctance to physical touch might be, in a word, uncomfortable with that.

"Are you okay?" Softly, you traced his jaw like he trailed yours.

Heated eyes widened slightly as if he hadn't been expecting your question. Then his line of sight lowered to your panting figure before coming back up. "I'm more than okay."

Nodding, you let your eyes close again as you enjoyed the closeness with him. "Good."

His delicate traces stopped on your jaw as Kyoya made his reassuring touch radiate off your cheek. "Are you? I don't need to go any further if that's not something you need right now."

The tingling pulse between your thighs said otherwise.

Meeting his eyes once more, you shook your head. "I do, I do, trust me." A soft chuckle escaped your lips. "I just needed to hear that you were alright with everything."

His wants being cherished and acknowledged made his heart positively glow. Kyoya leaned forward, his mouth meeting the soft place behind your ear. "Let me show you what I'm alright with."

His kiss latched onto your neck, making you grip his collar again before moving to the back of his head. Teeth scraped against a sensitive spot on your collarbone, making your breath hitch as he sucked and licked, completely ravishing your throat.

"As much as I love this blazer on you, I need it off, love." Kyoya's voice broke through the foggy pleasure, and all it took was a quick nod from you for his hands to trail to the buttons before slipping them open. The blazer pooled at your feet, and your director stepped back, his pupils dilating at the sight of your nearly naked form, only your thong covering up the most intimate parts of you.

"God, you're perfect."

Then his touch was at your lips and your thighs again, and he kissed you while tapping your leg gently as he gave more attention to your neck, signaling what he wanted you to do.

Hiking a knee up, he placed his hands firmly under you, grasping at the soft skin as he lifted you into the air. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist, and you moaned when your clothed core grazed over something solid, the only barrier being your lacy underwear and his uniform.

The grip on your ass squeezed tighter at the sensation, and Kyoya hissed before stealing your mouth in another searing kiss. He stepped forward, pressing you further into the door as he let it support your weight, before his hands found your bare waist, groaning at the feeling of your breasts, pressing against his chest this time. It was a much better place than his back.

Pale fingers gripped under your ribcage, and he felt your deep breaths as you breathed against him, your lungs expanding with each pleasurable sensation. Curling his spine, full lips traveled downward as he trailed open-mouthed kisses down your jawline, then the scoop of your neck, until he sucked lovingly at your collarbone, earning another high-pitched sigh from the girl underneath him.

The peaks of your breasts ached as you felt a considerable absence there compared to the attention he was giving the rest of your torso. Your hands came to his shoulders and the nape of his neck as the door caught the crown of your skull. Arching your back, you tried to show him what you wanted without saying anything, but his hands stilled under the swell of your boob.

"Please, Kyo, keep going." The air in the change room felt floral, blooming in your throat as it released the words in a flight of petals, mixing into the delicious tension that swam around you.

Precious lips left their position as Kyoya raised his head, lips plump and full from the hickey he had most certainly marked you with.

"What did I tell you about begging, (Y/n)?" His voice was whiskey, dark and smooth as one of his hands finally moved, keeping his gaze on your hooded eyes. He watched them close as his palm cupped the tissue of your chest, and he felt himself press against the zipper of his pants at the feel of them molding into his hand. "You simply need to use your words."

Then he was pressing you into the door even more as Kyoya finally got the permission he had been waiting for. Lowering his face, his grip on your waist moved back to the soft flesh of your thigh as he grabbed it, pinching it slightly as his tongue flicked over your pink nipple.

"Ah~!" Your vocal chords rubbed together in a melodic song as your sensitive chest was appreciated. Hands grabbed black hair as you curled into him, trying to fit as much as you could of your nipple into his glorious tongue. He gripped you in response, running a finger over your opposite peak before rolling in between his forefinger and thumb.

After a few seconds, Kyoya popped his lips off with a smack before kissing his path to the other one, giving it as much attention as he did to the first, making sure to elicit every and any breathy, crackling sound he could get from you as he mouthed your tit.

Kyoya switched hands, and you felt his muscles start to ripple and tense as you ran your grabbing hands over his head and shoulders.

Realizing that he has been holding both your weight and his all this time, you placed your fingers on his jaw to guide him back to your hungry lips, swallowing the surprised grunt of the ravenet.

You pushed off the wall as you messed with his tie, suddenly aware of how much skin Kyoya got to enjoy from you without ever exposing any skin himself. Both of his hands wrapped around your waist to support you as you undid the silk, leaving it hanging around his neck as you opened up his collar.

Falling forward slightly, your hands worked more buttons on his shirt while you kissed his pale throat, living for the closed-mouth rumble that shot to your soaked clit.

"The couch, if you may." Wine flowed past your lips and drowned your voice as it splashed against Kyoya's neck. Letting out a submissive sigh, Kyoya turned and walked towards the small couch in the changing room, one usually meant for holding purses or allowing for small conversation between those who wanted privacy.

Thank god for privacy.

As he walked, it became harder and harder to concentrate on where he was going, with your center pressing and grinding so much against his as your lips bit on the sensitive spot on his pulse point. By sheer adrenaline, Kyoya made it to the other side and sat down, gently holding you on top of him as relaxed against the pink crushed velvet of the sofa.

But as he relaxed, your weight settled fully into his hips, and the megane's finger nails dug into your sides at the friction that provided him his key into heaven.

And, as stated in scripture, an angel rested on the other side.

His framed gaze focused on you, everything in the background blurring with a lustful haze. Your hair was mussed up to perfection, the swollen color on your lips and nipples accenting the masterpiece of your skin. Naked and glowing, you perched on his lap, your delicate touch on each of his shoulders swept down his arms then around to his torso, which when he felt the indents of your fingertips along his abdomen, he realized was bare.

Kyoya's open shirt fluttered with your movements as you dipped into what had been shielded in the fabric, relishing in the feel of his skin that was as smooth as cream and taut as steel. Licking your lips, you saw Kyoya's stormy eyes catch the movement of your tongue and follow it, the flush on his face brightening when you both felt him twitch against your inner thigh.

"Excited?"

Even in the steam of the moment, Kyoya still managed his infuriatingly tempting grin, the sides of his ravished mouth curving into a shape you just adored.

"That doesn't even begin to describe it, my dear."

You arched an eyebrow as you feathered your hands up to his face, feeling the slight shiver that rolled through the director under you.

"Your dear?" You teased, working your hands to the rims of his glasses before tracing the stems, carefully pulling them off his face and setting them onto the side table. "Since when have I been yours?"

A gray fire flashed through his now raw gaze as nearsighted eyes pointed to the reddish-purple mark where your neck met your shoulder. His hands ran up from your waist, passing slowly between the valley of your breasts before rubbing a thumb over the hickey and cupping your jaw.

"I think that's already been established."

Lips connected once more, and this time, you moved with gravity, falling into him as your hips circled his.

The sharp angles of his face creased in bliss as you grinded down onto him, his exposed chest rising and falling with the rhythm of your movements.

You broke away from him with a final press, looking down at his vulnerable visage.

Few have been as lucky as you to see Kyoya without his glasses. His gaze was already so intense, but now without the prescriptive barrier, you wanted to swim in it, only to drown in the rising energy his line of sight gave to you.

"What are you looking at?" Because of how close the two of you were, there was no need for excessive volume. Kyoya spoke to you in a soft crescendo, but it encompassed your senses like a full, talented symphony.

"You. You're beautiful."

The flame in his irises turned into a sunbeam, its rays parting through the cloudy gray. His lips parted in surprise instead of lust, and he swallowed his welling emotion into his chest.

"(Y/n)..." He breathed, and the ravenet wanted to surge forward, capture your lips in another attempt to get lost in the passion, but you slipped off of him, your face out of his grasp.

"Hmm..." You hummed as your bare knees settled onto the tile. Kyoya's long torso made it so that his spine angled against the back of the sofa, his hips and groin bordering on the edge of the pink furniture. Kneeling before him, rough cotton threaded and pricked underneath your touch as you ran both your hands up his thighs, teasing the place where they met.

You looked up at him, and the sight of his fully unbuttoned shirt revealing his snowy, heaving chest urged you to pounce on him and never stop.

Plus, the undid tie that hung on his neck added a little something.

"I think you might need to stick with 'my dear'." You say, and Kyoya watched as you rose from your ankles, blooming deeper into the v of his legs as your fingertips dipped into his waistband, closing in towards the loop of the button on his trousers. "I love how it sounds with your voice."

His reply was cut off with a quiet groan as his button was undone with ease. His eyes darkened as the zipper followed, and your eyes met his, a quiet question passing over your features.

Too alight with arousal to care, Kyoya did it for you, clasping the waistband of his pants before tugging it down, over his hips and ass to the middle of his thighs, bringing his boxers down with them.

If Kyoya thought you were a sight before, he clearly underestimated the power of you kneeling before him, ready and waiting with that hunger in your eyes.

His cock sprung from the confines of his pants, and the first thing you took note of was the curve. It was pretty, but influenced the same sense of power and strength that the megane demanded in his daily life. His usual pale color seeped from his base, a pale pink creating an ombre effect up to his swollen tip.

Your hands caressed his hips as you looked up at him again before one came down, slowly inching towards his inner thigh.

"If you call me anything other than your dear, I'll stop."

Then your grasp was at his base, and one fluid motion from bottom to top killed any retort Kyoya had loaded behind his lips. Instead he let out a choked groan as you thumb swiped over his tip, the rivulet of precum collecting onto your fingerprint.

"Fuck...jesus." Deep tones rifled through his chest as Kyoya hissed, and you reveled in the effort it took to compose himself.

Another strong, sinful image flashed across your mind at him moaning, groveling beneath you as his fingers raided over your hair and neck, desperately trying to find anything to grab onto as you pleasured him better than any fantasy he might've had.

Your deepest urge floated to the surface now as you watched his attempt to hold back how great it felt as you slowly stroked his length.

You wanted to wreck him.

The same urge paired with pure curiosity encouraged your tongue to dart out, slipping over his tip as you tasted the clear, salty droplets oozing from the slit of his dick. A sigh dropped from his lips as Kyoya tilted his head, hooded eyes watching you kiss his shaft, his veins creating a path for your lips to follow.

"(Y/n)..." The complete bass of his arousal cast over you, and it took everything in your power to pull your mouth and hand away from him. Shock cleared some of the want from his eyes, and he brought his hand to the back of your neck, sweeping your hair over to one side.

Leaning into his touch, you raised an eyebrow at him. "What did you say?"

Kyoya stared down at you for a moment before weakly scoffing, massaging the nape of your neck.

"My dear..." He corrected himself, and the small, pleading pressure he gave to the top of your spine matched with the boiling heat that pooled in your thong at the nickname as you bent low, your plump lips parting with his penis in between them.

"Oh, fuck." Kyoya cursed, and you slid down farther. His length wasn't hard to take, but it was sizable enough that he reached the back of your throat before you could take all of him in. The hand that had been stroking him came back to wrap around his base, while the other skated around his hips, digging under him and gripping the muscles of his glutes.

The angle drove him deeper into your mouth, and his head fell back with a moan as you began bobbing your head, his eyes slipping closed in order to get lost in the sensations of your mouth.

"God, my dear, your mouth is perfect." The end of his praise lifted into another strangled sound, as with each oscillating bob of your head, your palm stroked upwards, following the slick of your mouth to make sure every inch of him was attended too.

Then, your hand started to twist, and the wet sounds of your mouth on him met the warm, twisting sensations of your touch, and it sent sparks up his spine. He felt your small noises of approval vibrate from his cock, through his pelvis, and up to his brainstem, so much so that his mouth was permanently agape with the pure ecstasy he was experiencing.

A hair started to fall into your face as you continued with your movements, but your vision was cleared as you felt his fingernails scratch your scalp, pushing it away with one gesture. The image of him falling apart suddenly became reality as he gripped your hair in one pale hand, while the other guided the back of your head.

Your underwear was ruined.

There was a flow. Kyoya's hips started to raise, guided by your hand on his ass, as he gripped your head, leading you through the motions. You had never felt this energy from him, each noise he made growing guttural and wicked from being engulfed in the presence of you. The director's slim back arched off the small sofa, and another crease folded between his eyebrows, his sighs coming out as more of a stutter than a complete breath.

You felt his need in the way his grip tightened on your scalp, or the motion of his hips as he rolled them towards your mouth, trying to find a way to speed up his release.

And you wanted to give it to him. Your hand left his ass in favor of his thigh to keep his hips on the couch, and you triggered another deep moan in the way you sped up your actions, powering through your wrist and your jaw as you pressed him ever deeper into your throat.

Kyoya's usually stagnant nature was unwinding into something passionate, something fierce.

His pointed, toned jaw closed and, like those party snaps thrown onto the sidewalk at Fourth of July, the muscles sparked and popped as his growing demand to cum bordered closer and closer to fruition.

The warm hardness of him twitched against the inside of your cheek, and your tongue darted out, dipping into the indent of the seam that joined the bottom of his slit and the top of his shaft

Kyoya jerked, his mouth coming open when the hand on the back of your head came to your jaw, and he couldn't help it when your name slipped past his lips into a desperate, low whine. It was the only thing on his mind.

"Ah! (Y/n)!"

Of course he had to ruin it.

You smiled, and he shivered as your teeth scraped gently across his sensitive shaft before you pulled off completely, the warmth of your mouth leaving him with a wet 'pop'.

Raven hair tossed as Kyoya propped his head off the couch, a shout of surprise leaving his body when he felt the humidity from your mouth leave him so suddenly.

"What?" Gray eyes blinked at you, and you had the urge to giggle slightly through your abused lips as he tried to sift through his pleasureful haze.

"I told you I would stop if you called me that."

Still on your knees, Kyoya's gaze landed on that pretty little smirk that rested on your features as you saw just how much effect you had on him.

You watched as he trailed his gaze over you as something dark passed over his aura, and his eyes dilated so much that the light gray sky of his irises turned into a pure midnight.

Both of his hands were on your jaw now as he raced forward, claiming your lips in his hunger and his incomplete release. His tongue swept into your mouth and he moaned at the taste of himself behind your teeth before wrapping his arms around to pick you up again and place your back against the arm of the loveseat.

"You want me to call you my dear?" Kyoya stood, and his lean, tall body towered over you as he peeled off his shoes, his pants following before crawling over your frame. Your legs parted on instinct, and you could feel the suspense cause your core to clench and release around nothing as he stalked closer.

"Is it because it lets you know that you're mine?" His words were at your ear now as he dipped his head, running his lips over your neck and then licking over the hickey that raged against your skin. "That you'll forever be mine?"

Kyoya's mouth continued to wander, leaving a path from the tip of your earlobe to below your navel, and you felt a new gush of wetness pulse out from you.

He looked up at you as he laid on his stomach, running and squeezing his hands along the soft parts of your thighs, making you squirm beneath his hold. You blushed at the picture he painted for you, with his mouth so close to your aching need, and you breathed into the heat pooling within you.

A deep, thoughtful hum sounded from the Ootori son as he ran his careful palm over your clothed mound, before one finger entered past the lacy fabric, running through your folds. Kyoya methodically swiped up and down, gently and teasingly gracing over your entrance and the parts you needed his touch most.

Cool air filled your lungs as you gasped at the sensation, and your back bent into nothing as he blew over your lips. "Kyoya..."

"Say it, (Y/n). Say that you're mine."

"Fuck, Kyo." You couldn't make your mouth speak the words. Another whine rose to your throat as he pressed that finger into your clit and made small, tingling circles over the hood, keeping your hips from moving with his other hand.

"You're so wet already, my dear." A breath left you at the name, and he left his post at your clit to run your slick between his thumb and forefinger. "It won't take much for you to come undone, now will it?"

Impatience spread through your body, and you brought your hand gently to his face, then to his hair as you brushed it back from his eyes. "God, Kyoya, please."

The darkness in his gaze became nearly opaque as he turned in your touch, grasping your hand while lightly nicking his canines against your wrist. Your hand was dropped back to your side as he gripped the edges of your thong, sitting back to pull it down and over your knees in one swoop, only to return between your legs.

"How many times have I told you to use your words?" His hand dipped back into your folds, and a spark went through your core as he swiped up the length of you. "Say it, (Y/n), and you'll get what you need."

It took you a minute to recall what he wanted from you, but when he resumed drawing shapes across your clit, it served as a reminder to what was true. "I'm yours, Kyo. All yours."

His teasing smirk dropped as he groaned in the back of throat, his lips parting as he plunged into your folds, licking a test stripe before pausing for the last time.

"That's all you needed to say, my dear."

And then he dined.

The hand in his hair pulled, and his groan vibrated through you as the sound created goosebumps from your pussy to your pulsepoint. Everything was electrified as you felt his tongue lap at your clit, his hands wrapping around both of your upper thighs to properly enjoy his meal. Vocal sighs and moans left you with each hot breath as the hand not holding his mouth against you reached up and back, gripping tightly onto the arm of the chair.

"Oh, oh fuck, Kyoya." His name left yours in a prayer, and your pleasure increased tenfold when you felt his tongue swipe into your vagina before he decided he liked the taste as he angled it deeper, curling it up to caress the texture of your g-spot.

His fingernails dug into your thighs as you pulsed around him, and a ball of fire and want began to collapse in on itself within your core, engulfing every sensation and sound that your lover gave you into a tight concentration of pleasure.

The ball ate, and Kyoya ate, and soon it wasn't enough. As you pulsed desperately around his tongue, your body let you know you needed more. Your hands weren't yours as you raised his mouth off of you, and foreign eyes met his surprised ones as your brain formulated the only thing you could think of through your lips and over your tongue.

"More. God, Kyo, I need more of you."

The ravenet's eyes became hooded as he dove back into the oasis between your thighs, his reaction immediate as two long, talented fingers drove into your opening. The forbidden sound of him pumping his fingers into you began to echo across the room, mixing into your heightened moans as he resumed his techniques.

He licked and sucked at your clit while his fingers lyrically moved against your walls, and Kyoya deepend his touch into that spot again and again, massaging it with surprising expertise.

Your hips were becoming too needy, and he firmly pressed down on your pelvis, keeping you down as you pulled at his hair, moaning his name over and over until he began to think it was the only word you knew.

"Kyoya! I'm- oh my god Kyo, I'm so close." Another hot sound came from your gasping lungs as he gave another open-mouthed kiss to your clit, and you wondered if he was even listening. "If you keep- ah!..If you keep going like that, I'm gonna cum, love."

You thought he would stop. You thought he would lovingly pull his digits out of you before lightly running them up your side, rising with them to kiss you tenderly and deeply.

But he didn't stop. He didn't want to as he pushed his fingers to go faster, move deeper with an accuracy that could only be expected from the experienced Ouran scholar. Your mouth hung open as you bent with his change in pace, and your body tensed as the ball got tighter and tighter.

The only warning you had was his deep groan before Kyoya was sucking on your clit intensely, and your legs trembled from their position around his shoulders.

Then, like a star at the end of its life, your tightened core exploded into an all encompassing wave of sensation as you came, Kyoya at the very center.

Kyoya's tongue continued to lap up your release, and when you look back on this, you might think you felt him smirk against your clit when your thighs came up to cage him in, keeping his mouth on your folds.

Not that he needed to be forced there.

Kyoya was happy to help you ride it out, especially since his name sounded so beautiful on your lips. His tongue sharpened into a point when he felt you shudder and gush against his fingers, circling your bundle of nerves lazily as watched you cum, welcoming the feeling of lust and pride he had for being the one to do that to you.

Only when he felt your body relax, when your walls loosened and his hair was freed from your deliciously desperate grasp, did he ease his fingers out of you. His lips rose from your sensitive clit to kiss the inside of your thigh, then back up your body.

That damn smirk was burning against your flushed skin as the Ootori son continued higher, loving the way your arms naturally looped around him to pull him into your post-orgasmic state, and a deep chuckle vibrated through him when you tucked your head into the crook of his neck.

There were a few moments of silence before your head lifted from his shoulder, and Kyoya met your gaze delicately, tracing over your full mouth and glassy eyes.

Some other energy drew your faces together as they merged for another kiss, and both your hands rose to his face as your lips worked against his.

The kiss was soft, deep, and in a rush of emotion, Kyoya pressed his body to yours as much as he could while minding the vulnerability between both of your legs. He put one thigh in between yours as his chest brushed against your breasts; the embrace turning into something passionate and incandescent. His pale hands glided over your figure, worshiping each dimple that appeared on your skin.

You kissed like that for what felt like hours, molding against each other's body like waves in the ocean, pushing tongues past lips and fingers into flesh.

The sparks from your orgasm fired back to life when you felt Kyoya's hardness graze your thigh, and in the haze of the kiss, you remembered that he had never got to feel that supernova of pleasure that he gave to you.

Which was his fault, really.

But the leg he trapped between his own moved around him, and then both thighs rose to wrap around his waist. You swallowed Kyoya's surprised grunt as you suddenly squeezed his hips into yours, grinding up against the side of his cock that had slipped between your wet labias.

A deep, hot breath exhaled from the man as Kyoya broke the kiss, looking into your eyes once more, and you saw the question spinning in his mind before he needed to say it.

"You're taking too long." You answered with another jut of your hips as you placed elongated kisses down his jaw. Kyoya closed his eyes at the sensation that climbed up his spine, an open-mouthed groan escaping his throat.

"I was trying to be a gentleman. I wanted to– fuck – wanted to wait till you were ready."

His loss of grammar didn't go unnoticed to you as you continued to push alongside his length, but you're vocabulary wasn't any better as with each movement, his dick was teasing against your area, sending more ripples of pleasure up your body and into your core.

A husky giggle fluttered past your lips, you smiled up at him. "I'm ready."

Kyoya pulled back once more, and his heart melted at the utter peace that was on your face. Any doubt that this wasn't what you wanted was washed away, and the need that he had been ignoring took its place, his tip leaking at the hot arousal filling his senses.

Since his vision had already been blurry due to the loss of his glasses, it didn't take much for him to focus on you. Blocking out the rest of the world, he stole your lips in a kiss again, only wanting to feel you; be here with you.

"I need to get a condom." Kyoya said against your lips, and he kissed down your neck as he blindly fumbled through his pants that lay next to the couch, pulling out his wallet.

This time your laugh was brighter as he pulled a condom wrapped in gold foil from the extra pocket of the leather square. "You just carry that around?"

His jawline fought to fight the smile knocking at his lips as he sat up, kneeling on the couch in front of you as he ripped the packet open with ease. "If there's anything you should've realized after all these years, my dear, it's that I am always prepared."

Condom in hand, Kyoya tossed the trash across the tile as carelessly as he had thrown your underwear, and prepared to run the protective plastic down his length.

"Wait," you told him, causing him to pause as he watched you adjust your position so that you were now in front of him. "Let me help you."

You took the condom from your Shadow King with little effort, being that he was too entranced in the way your fingers ran up his shaft a few times before fisting him completely. With a small grunt, his head fell onto your shoulder as you stroked him, the effect you had on him blooming from his tip to his base.

His hands fell to your hips as you kept an addictingly quick pace, and Kyoya was the one to stop you this time, his grip on your hips becoming a signal that you might need to slow down.

"(Y/n)..." Your name was a warning, and you shuddered at the near-growl that emitted from the back of his throat and on to the hickey he had left on your skin.

You unfolded the condom with care, massaging and touching wherever you could to procure those twitches and breathy moans that shot right to the heat rebuilding in your stomach.

Once it was on, you ran your hands up his chest and then through his hair, urging him to lift his head up. Your breath left you at his flushed state, cheeks red and burning while the same dark look from earlier weaved through his pupils.

Tongues began to weave, and Kyoya drove you back into the arm of the seat, finally settling fully into the valley of your thighs. Throwing your head back, you gasped at his willing energy as he brought his head down to your cleavage, kissing on and around the ruby pendant that laid there.

While his head moved, his hips did too, and soon he was positioned tactfully but tentatively right at your entrance.

Gray eyes found (e/c) ones as he leveled back up to you, searching every part of your expression for doubt or hesitance. You made sure he found none.

Still, he wanted to ask."Are you sure about this?"

You raised your head to kiss him, but he barely lifted his face out of your reach, wanting to hear your words. "Yes, Kyo, I'm sure."

His hum was filled with smoke as he seized your mouth once more, and as your hands pulled at his obsidian locks, Kyoya entered you with confidence.

His hips met yours in one movement, and Kyoya reached depths that his fingers hadn't wandered. Your head fell back as you stretched and pulsed around him, making Kyoya grasp the arm of the chair behind you.

"Fuck, you're tight." Kyoya moaned through his teeth, but he didn't move, always keeping his manners in the forefront of his mind. But when you clenched around him as his cock twitched, his head fell forward, making a home in the crook of your neck.

"Mm, Kyo, move, love." You pleaded into his ear, and his knuckles turned white from his hold on the chair as you wiggled your hips.

And what else could he do but obey?

A pale hand circled around your waist, arching your ribcage up off the couch and into his toned chest as he drew back, pulling his cock out until the tip was barely teasing your entrance before thrusting back in.

His pace is painstakingly slow. Long, beautiful whimpers streamed out of you with each stroke of his length. Your core tightens around him with every thrust, and he's never felt more pleasure, more complete than when he sinks into you.

The hand on your back tickled your side as he shifted, letting his fingers dance across your ribcage and down to your navel.

"Kyoya..." When his fingers reached between your bodies and massaged the, still sensitive, collection of nerves at your center, you moaned his name with gratitude and encouragement. There was a lanquidity in his movements as he pleasured you from all angles, from the mouth at your neck to where he moved inside you, almost as if he wanted to drag it out as much as possible.

Through his own unending pleasure with each oscillating thrust into your heat, the ravenet felt you begin to writhe impatiently beneath him, and he groaned at the angle it provided, allowing him to sink deeper than before.

"What do you want, (Y/n)?" Kyoya breathed into your ear as he melted his hips against you, again and again until every single nerve end on your body was on fire.

Words were your last priority at the moment. "You."

"You have me." To prove his point, he pistoned deep and hard, causing you to throw your head back on to the arm of the chair with a gasp.

"I just...fuck...Faster, harder, Kyoya. Anything, but just take me."

Forearm straining with the movement, you felt his hand come back to your lower spine, pulling you to him and using his other hand behind you to support his weight.

And suddenly, all of the five senses that you had blended together.

The sound of Kyoya's grunts and moans threw you into a decadent fog. Ever the communicator, the refined man voiced his pleasure, filling your ears with guttural curses and compliments about how you fit perfectly around him.

You felt his hold tighten against you as his force increased, the angle of your bowed spine creating new bursts of pleasure each time he drove into you. Kyoya licked at your neck, sending a flash of goosebumps down your body.

"Yes, yes! Just like that, fuck." Your breasts pressed against his chest as you gripped anywhere you could: his hair, his back; even your legs had crossed over his lower hips, keeping him as close as possible as he brought you closer and closer to your edge for the second time.

You tried to match his pace, both of your bodies creating a sloppy, desperate rhythm as you both worked faster towards your release.

Kyoya was all consuming, and you didn't really process where he ended and you began before the friction of his body was rubbing against that special, wonderful clit of yours. You were reduced to high pitched moans and whimpers with every movement.

Your lover wasn't fairing too well either, as he couldn't control his body anymore. A carnal motive to take overwhelmed him, and his airy breaths and sighs pitched into deep moans of your name. He moved on top of you with love and want, trusting every instinct he had into your body and your heart.

"Ah, (Y/n), I-...holy fuck, I'm not going to last much longer. It's too good uh, it's too much."

People knew your Kyoya as refined, controlled, straight-spined and collected.

But as his strokes fell off beat, he sunk into a man who wanted you with everything he had. And with every pulse of friction against your clit or that trigger deep inside your walls, you wanted him just as much.

"I'm there with you, love. Oh god, please, let go."

And Kyoya broke. And you broke.

But goddamn, if you didn't break together.

Finally, his mouth opened in a silent plead for you, his voice shorting out as intense ecstasy washed over him. Your walls tightened around him as you came with him, and you dug your fingers into his hair, the bracelet he gave you jingling against your wrist.

He held you against him, keeping your position as he stilled inside of you, and you felt hot ropes of his cum fill the condom, and you shivered against his skin.

Only after he was done did his voice come back, and a stuttering groan ripped from his throat from the tension he released.

Straightening out your spine, your back pressed into the velvet couch as he collapsed, sinking his full weight into your form as you relaxed your bodies together. All you two truly felt was bliss.

Until a knock was heard at the door.

"Hello? (Y/n)? Kyoya?" An annoyingly familiar voice interrupted your peace. And, as always, it must be paired with-

"Are you guys alive in there?" There he was.

When you didn't answer, the twins banged at the door again, only to be stopped by their voice of reason.

"I can't believe you locked them in there for over an hour. How did you move this couch over here anyways?" You could feel Haruhi's baffled look through the wood of the door.

"Hey, we can be strong when we want to be." Hikaru said, probably flexing his bicep for Haruhi to ignore.

"Plus, we thought they would just use the connecting door to the outer hallway."

Both you and Kyoya froze in your embrace, but Kyoya was the first to move. Regretfully prying his body away from you, he raised his body up onto his forearms to peer over the edge of the couch.

Following his lead, two gazes, gray and (e/c) fall onto a thin door in the corner, painted to be the same color as it's surrounding walls.

The club's director sent you a deadpan gaze, but you just shrugged and teasingly wiggled your hips a little, reminding him of what your oversight of the additional exit had led to.

A sharp exhale left his lungs from the movement, considering he was still inside of you, and the blank look was replaced with an fond smirk.

A gasping sound brought your attention back to the hosts standing just outside the door. "Why aren't they saying anything? Did they run out of air? How much oxygen do they have left?"

"Tamaki-senpai, it's a ventilated room. They're fine...at least I think."

You couldn't help the laughter that fluttered out of you at their antics, but it dimmed as Kyoya left you, pulling off the condom and throwing it into a nearby wastebasket.

"We're fine, Tamaki." He said, his cool demeanor shifting back into place before you could mourn the loss of his warmth. "(Y/n) and I were just...getting to know each other better. This so-called "prank" was actually considered a welcome surprise."

He reached a palm out to you and you took it, immediately wrapping your arms around his waist as you stood.

"But I still have to change," you called, waking around to the side table to retrieve Kyoya's glasses. "So, just give me some privacy."

"But Kyoya's still in there with you?-"

"Just leave!" You repeated, handing the frames to the megane, watching as a smirk rested upon his features when you heard multiple footsteps recede from the room.

Kyoya moved to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before scanning your still naked figure, his eyes resting on the necklace that glittered in the warm light.

His other hand reached out to place his fingers under the red ruby, slightly wobbling it in his hold as it reflected the light.

"This necklace does look beautiful on you."

You hummed as you watched him. "You have good taste."

Kyoya's irises flicked up to you then, and you saw something utterly bright whirling behind his frames.

"I do, don't I?" 

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