#kyoya smut

[honeysunai]

Hostess| Kyoya Ootori x reader

Part ten - Under the Mistletoe

Pairing : Kyoya Ootori x reader

General rating : Fluff, enemies to love vibes

Word count : 3k

Author's note : I will be keeping the old aesthetic for this story, sorry for people who like the new aesthetic of my newer one shots. Also, clearly, this was meant to be a Christmas special, but we are in September and I kind of wanted to wait until December, but I've been holding off for months, so here it is and I do hope you enjoy this part. As always, have an amazing day and stay hydrated!

Summary: As only heir to your family you are bound to an arrange marriage with the third son of the powerful house Ootori. His cold behavior is only a mask for you to uncover when you stumble into music room number three. 

You jolted awake like you’ve done for the past ten days. Your mind was racing and your heart was pounding. You couldn’t stop thinking about Kyoya and what he did so shamelessly to you. The memory of Kyoya's shameless actions consumed you, a relentless loop that replayed with vivid intensity. He had acted without a shred of hesitation, unburdened by remorse, leaving an indelible mark on your consciousness and your body. Your thighs clenched together and your face turns red at the thought of Kyoya back between your legs. 

It was short and passionate, he kissed you more afterwards and refused to give in to your pleasure to return the favor to him. To your displeasure, he refused and reminded you that this “deal” between you is only physical and he didn’t need you that night. The day after he had put back the wall he put between you and barely spoke to you and you did the same by ignoring him for all the next ten days.  No matter how hard you try to get him off your mind and ignore him, the second you close your eyes you can only think about him and what you wish he would do to you. 

All that daydreaming is costing you some A’s on your papers and you won’t settle for less!

This wasn’t you! You were so confused as to why you dreamt so much about him! You used to despise him and his shitty attitude and now you were sexually dreaming of him… Get a grip! You couldn’t lose to him either, you said you won’t fall in love with him, he’s just a high school crush… A crush… You couldn’t possibly have a crush on Kyoya Ootori? He’s a stupid teenager and you are so much more than a teenager that has a crush. You’re independent, you’re talented, intelligent and pretty. 

You went to your mirror to get ready and pointed at your reflection with a twisted expression. “You have to despise him again.” You grunt. “You don’t love him, you lust after him which is not better, but it’s temporary.” 

Under the chilling water, you braced yourself for the day ahead, feeling the exhaustion seep from your bones. It was shaping up to be another one of those rough days. After the shower, you reluctantly checked your agenda, and there it was, like a punch to the gut – an exam last period. Groaning, you realized the day wasn't going to cut you any slack. With a sigh, you steeled yourself for the challenge, hoping you'd find the energy to tackle it when the time came.

You’ve managed to survive two periods before Kyoya dragged you into an empty music room, his lips glued to yours. His gentle hands cupped your cheeks, tilting your head upward to part your perfect lips so his tongue can meet yours. 

As your lips meet in a deliberate, unhurried rhythm, time seems to pause, allowing every tender sensation to unfurl. The warmth of Kyoya’s breath mingles with yours, creating an electric current that courses through your body. The gentle exploration of lips and tongues is a language of desire, each movement deliberate and sensuous. Every touch is deliberate, sensuous, and in those stolen moments, it's like you're wrapped up in this emotional symphony. The world outside just kind of disappears, and all that's left is this mix of vulnerability and desire hanging in the air. It's intense, like you're caught up in something so much bigger than just a kiss.

You broke the kiss first and his eyes searched yours with this lust that glimmered in them. 

You whisper while looking up at him.  “I can’t keep doing this.” 

He huffs. “What do you mean?”

“We only kiss when you want it, not when I want to.” You tell him. “I try to do it at school and you kind of… do not reciprocate until you want me.”

“Because it’s fun to see you turn red. If you want my attention you’ll have to try harder y/n.” He smiles softly, seeing you didn’t find it funny he continued. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way.” That was the least you’d expect from him. You were quite shocked in all honesty. 

“I want to make a new rule to our arrangement. We can’t kiss or anything until the end of the winter exams.”

“That’s a whole month, you sure you want to risk it?”

She huffs. “Risk what?”

“Miss me.” He smirks. “Miss my touch.” He whispers leaning closer to your ear. “Miss my tongue.” You push him away.

“I’ll be fine. I’m not that desperate.” You roll your eyes at him.

“You're willing to go to great lengths to prove a point; I respect that," he chuckles. "But don't come running back when you start feeling those butterflies right here." He licks his lips as his hand trails down your lower belly. "And find yourself needing me to deal with it."

All that gentleness and kindness was now gone. “Don’t flatter yourself.” 

“Aw.” He clutched at his heart with a playful smile. “Fine. I agree to your terms, we’ll wait after the final exams. We wouldn’t want your grades to be worse than they already are.”

“They are not THAT bad.” You roll your eyes again. “Besides, it’s only a slip up and you know it.”

“It's because you can’t stop thinking about me, is it?”

“You wish.” You bark back before leaving the classroom to go study on your break.

That damn idiot.

The first snow finally arrived and you were so happy, it was the middle of december and you were ecstatic. You and the Club decided to take your little club activities outside on a beautiful day like that. It wasn’t too cold, nor too hot, just the perfect temperature for you to be able to roam around the campus without freezing to death. You were walking with Haruhi and Renge arms intertwined together laughing at Renge’s behavior towards something Asahi said earlier that day. She was red with anger and told you how stupid that boy was and blah blah blah… You and Haruhi couldn’t help but roll your eyes and her poor attempt to conceal her attraction to that guy. 

Around you, the girls were gawking at the three of you hanging out together, seeing how fond you are for one of another made their heart melt. You realized a few months ago how easy it is to make them fall for false charm… or just being yourself. 

You can see on the ground two shadows behind you and you smirk to yourself as you duck an incoming snowball. 

“How did you know?” Hikaru gasps. 

You smirk. “You can’t outwin a snowball fighter champion.”

“Is there such a thing?” Haruhi asks, not entirely convinced and she was right to do so. It was a shit title you just had invented to make the twins busy up in their mind for you to catch the heavy snow, form it into a ball and throw it at Kaoru’s face. 

“You–!” He gasps as you duck to get another one in which you failed to hit the boy another time with the snowball and it was too late… he tackled you to the ground. You yelp as his heavy weight carried you to the ground, but never crushed you as he was holding himself up. You can hear soft giggles and gasp from some of your guests at this incident.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispers with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. You chuckle at this embarrassing situation. Suddenly, someone shadowed the both of you. A strong hand gripped Kaoru’s collar and yanked him with ease off of you. The very same hand helped you stand up on your feet. You look up to see Kyoya’s harsh gaze on the twin. 

“Tackling a defenseless girl is not very nice is it not, Kaoru?”

“I wasn’t defenseless.” You mumbled under your breath. The boys were all confused as to why he was defending you openly in front of everyone. He rolled his eyes at your comment.

“It was all in good fun.” He replies winking at you and that owed him a snowball to the face by none other than Kyoya who had a shiteating grin glued on his face. “It’s on four eyes!” Kaoru yells picking up snow and throwing it directly at him and yet, it hits you. Kyoya used you as his personal meat shield. 

“Using a defenseless girl as a meat shield is not very nice is it not, Kyoya?” You barked at him and before another snowball hit you, he grabbed your arms and made you duck with him. 

“Less talking, more fighting.” He adds and you both grabbed a bunch of snow throwing it at the twins, which hit Tamaki and his guests further behind and you giggled at his blushed angry face. 

“Don’t forget about us!” Honey yells as he, Mori and Haruhi join the battle.

It was free for all, everyone was at each other's throats, there were no rules. Dirty tricks, playing safe, anything was on the table. Kaoru was mostly running away from Kyoya as he was chasing him and you running away from Hikaru and Honey as they swore you were their enemy. You were covered from head to toe with snow, you grew cold, but you wouldn’t admit defeat… Never would you admit defeat.

Kyoya was about to throw one at you, with the biggest smirk on his face. Before he could even throw it, Tamaki and Mori used a large empty flower pot filled with snow and dumped it on your opponent. You could keep your giggles in as his ego took a punch. Your laugh was loud and ugly at best, but it sounded melodious to Kyoya as he had made you laugh, a true one.

The bell finally rang and it was all over. “I guess that makes these two the winners of this fight.” You say between two giggles. Kyoya and Hikaru both wrapped one arm over each shoulder and dragged you inside with the rest of the group following you.

Tamaki, Kyoya, Honey, Mori and you were all sitting in the same class and the teacher could tell you were all playing outside by the way you were disheveled and face flushed from the cold. A smile was glued on your face as you felt Kyoya gazing at the back of your messy hair.

You kept ignoring Kyoya for the next month, burying yourself in books at school, at home, and even in your dreams. The grind of studying became a monotonous escape, but it couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was off. You couldn't shake the fact that you were shutting out Kyoya completely. The silence between you two weighed heavy on your mind, and even as you immersed yourself in equations and facts, it felt like you were losing something more than just time. The sacrifice of connection for academic gains started to seem like a questionable trade-off. You missed him? No. You’re not that desperate that you miss Kyoya. 

Tomorrow was your last exam before the Christmas break and you were thinking how excited you were to be done with it. You were in bed with your phone in your hands and texted Kyoya, but he was faster than you.  

Good luck tomorrow, goblin shark.

You crack a smile and respond quickly.

I changed my mind… You’re a sunfish. Good luck, Kyoya.

The final bell rang and she could cry tears of joy. You were done with your exams and could finally relax. You took your time to pick up your stuff as you reminisced about the last month and a half and how hard you’ve worked on your studies and how hard it was to actually ignore Kyoya. 

At first it was easy, he became this cold wall of ice as he was before you started school here and slowly it became harder when you two had to meet for a monthly dinner with both families. That night you sat side by side at dinner and his hand was on you the entire time. His slender fingers tracing circles on your thigh, his hand trailing up under your skirt just for you to want, no, need more. After that dinner, you came home like an absolute mess. You were angry at him and yet you only wanted him closer. When you came back to school, you avoided him like the plague no matter how close you two were sitting in class. 

After finally finishing packing your bag, your cheeks still warm from the lingering memories of dinner, you stepped out of the classroom. There was one last thing you needed from the music room before heading home.

The hallways were empty as you entered the music room, moving toward the secret trunk where you kept some of the eccentric costumes Tamaki always insisted you wear. You were so absorbed in whatever was on your phone that you didn’t even notice someone approaching—until you felt a hand pull you swiftly into the empty dressing room. You were about to yell at whoever dragged you, but were cut off by familiar lips crashing into yours. The soft groan that escaped his mouth made her knees grow weak. 

“The exams are over.” He whispers between kisses. “I’ve been patient, but I need this, I need you. Please let me have this.” Was he begging? You dropped your bag and lightly pushed him to the wall behind him, the mirror directly on both of them. 

You had the upper hand whether he liked it or not. And you were going to take advantage of it.

“We will do this my way.“ your fingers graze over his clothed erection — his hips buck up into your touch, “Or we won’t be doing anything at all,” he hisses, as a giggle escapes your lips. “What will it be?” You’re dragging the fabric down his hips, freeing his cock, your eyes nearly hypnotized by the slight of it, thick beads of precum dripping from the slit, before your gaze finds his again, softening.

“Your way.” He breathes and you drop to your knees, your fingers find their way around the base of his cock, drawing a ragged gasp from his lips, before you lean down and flick your tongue against his leaking tip.

Your tongue drags a thick stripe up his cock, before beginning to trace along one of his veins, your fingers slipping up to use his pre to rub up and down his length. Your thumb teases his slit, and a hiss leaves his lips, a smirk against his dick. 

“Fuck…” He looks down at you, then back at the mirror, eyes half shut. You take a peek at the mirror and he would be your undoing, he looked like a mess. You've never seen him like this and it was so satisfying knowing that he was the one who came crawling.

He groans, when his tip brushes against your throat, his fingers finding your scalp to try and ease you off,  “Y/n–” He groans before he’s cumming down your throat, hot release painting your mouth. As soon as you were done, releasing him from your mouth he leaned down to kiss you again. It was needy, messy, but it was something you dreamt of no matter how pissed at him you were before.

He holds your jaw gently. "Don't do this to us, ever again." Us... She couldn't do this ever again, because she did miss his touch as much as he did and she was so close to give up may times, but her pride put her in place. She didn't have the proper words to answer him, so her lips found his once more.

— 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐬

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[koeldacutie]

Currently searching for a lost kyoya x oc fic 😭

it was pretty smutty ngl, it was on wattpad. I never finished it. I don't remember the name of the OC anymore but I believe her mom's dead and her dad's American? She was engaged to kyoya (by arrangement) but the OC's dad eventually broke it off later on in the fic and had the OC engaged to someone else (much to kyoya and the ocs dismay) I remember at one point mori took the OC to a dance of some sort and kyoya got mad and punched Mori.

IF ANYONE KNOWS THE FIC SEND IT TO ME RACHEL PLEASE. I WANNA KNOW WHAT HAPPENED 💔

[killuakinny]

I NEED HELP FINDING A FIC‼️

its a kyoya ootori x oc

i think its called delicate but idk for sure. the mc was engaged to kyoya at a you g and and she has a sister named aphrodite. latee in the story they break ofd their engagement but shes secretly pregnant but at the end they get married

please help

[girrrthingszzz]

hhheeyyy guysss I’m backkk….

18+, unspecified male!character x male reader, reader has a dick, dick sucking under the desk, messy!!

he knows it’s unprofessional. extremely unprofessional. But, he just can’t help it. He’s under your desk, slobbering up and down your cock, and it just feels so right. He knows that anyone could walk in, and it just turns him on even more.

“Mhm, keep going… yer doing so good, baby…” Your praise fills his ears, and he can feel himself twitch in his pants. Honestly, he looks straight out of a porno. His face completely flushed, drool, spit, and pre-cum covering his face while his pretty pink lips are wrapped around your cock, absolutely drooling all over you. He pulls his lips off your cock, looking up at you with his eyes glazed over and brimming with tears. “[n-name], please.. please let me cum, please…” he begged, maintaining eye contact with you as he began to lick up and down your dick, dragging his tongue up and down the vein on the side of you cock. You bring your hand down to his head, grabbing his hair and pulling him back onto your cock. "You're really good at this," you say, your voice strained as he bobs his head up and down on your cock. "Maybe too good." You pause, your hands tightening in his hair. "Maybe I should just keep you here under my desk all the time." You laugh a bit, and he twitches in his pants again. He loves that idea, but he would rather die than admit that. The idea basically drives him wild, and he begins to suck in your dick even harder!! Your eyes roll back in your head as he sucks you harder, your hips jerking up to meet his mouth. "F-fuck, fuck, fuck…" you choke out, your hand gripping his hair so tightly it's almost painful. But he likes it. (slut.) "'m gonna cum, 'm gonna cum all over your face..." your body tenses up and you let out a loud groan, you cock twitching and pulsing in his mouth as you release. You shoot your thick load of cum onto his tongue, filling his mouth.

honestly I was thinking about kyoya ootori, or nanami kento, but it could be any of ur fav characters!

heyyytt I’m back from my 11 month break with a barely finished work and a new theme!!! Send me requests NOW!!

[moonlight1030]

[loveemii]

𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑶𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝑯𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝑪𝒍𝒖𝒃!

༻𝐻𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠༺ | please excuse any mistakes |

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑦 𝑇𝑦𝑝𝑒： 𝑇𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖 𝑆𝑢𝑜ℎ

- Tamaki had always thought you were gorgeous, for a commoner

- You and him were in the same class together, he sat behind you, occasionally passing notes to get some answers he missed

- Overtime you two would just pass notes to talk, and that turned into walking out of class together; then to class together

- Eventually you and Tamaki began to date, but it had to be kept a secret ofc; if word got out that the prince of the school was dating someone in the school, it could end badly

(by badly i mean everyone will think you’re with him for fame)

- Secretly dating Tamaki means sneaking out of class and making out in the club room

- Or hanging out in the hedge maze until the school bell rang for the second time

+ spicy

- Sometimes when you two would sneak out of class to make out, it would get pretty heated

(meaning he’d occasionally run a hand under your bra, sometimes down your uniform skirt)

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐶𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑇𝑦𝑝𝑒： 𝐾𝑦𝑜𝑦𝑎 𝑂𝑜𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖

- Kyoya had been doing his research on you for sometime now, noting down your likes and dislikes, etc

- When he finally approached you it was after school in the garden where you normally read; he gave you a single white rose he found

- You two actual had a lot in common, like blood type; books and food tastes. He asked you on a date at your favorite restaurant

(which so happens to be his favorite restaurant too)

- On the date you two would read each other, profile each other; he’d even go as far as saying that you’ve liked him for a while now; and he wasn’t wrong

- After the date he’d call a limo to pick you two up, driving to your house first he walked you up to the front door and kissed your hand

- Making sure you went inside safely he’d wave you off from the car as he noticed you staring from a window; you waved back, he left you with a slight smile

+ spicy

- Dating Kyoya Ootori means having large areas to hang out alone together; mostly his family’s private beach or water park

(to make out ofc, and occasionally he’d go down on you)

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑜𝑦 𝐿𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑎 𝑇𝑦𝑝𝑒： 𝑀𝑖𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑘𝑢𝑛𝑖 𝐻𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑧𝑢𝑘𝑎 “𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦“

- This was always one sided, thus Honey reminded you of your younger brother

- Every time he’d ask if you’d wanna eat sweets with him, you’d say yes; but he’d always bring up his romantic feelings towards you; which sorta ruined your appetite

- Don’t get him wrong he means well, but the fact that he is 17 and loves the same things as your younger brother a bit much

(no offense ofc but it could be weird if you dated him)

- He’d constantly give you bouquets of your favorite flowers though, and whenever he needed help in a class you’d help him

- Not to mention if anyone tried to physically hurt you, he’d be there to fight for you

- And anyways you two had sweets without him bring up his feelings again

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑖𝑐 𝑇𝑦𝑝𝑒： 𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑧𝑢𝑘𝑎 “𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑖“

- Morinozuka was never the talkative type of guy, he’s always quiet unless he is spoken to

(which he almost always nods or makes a reassuring sound that indicates he understands)

- He needed a tutor for a specific class and you were a voluntary student; sessions began after school in the library; you brought him tea on the first day

- Quickly Mori grew romantic feelings towards you but never knew how to express them; when he did it was quick and simple he simply spoke “I like you.” and left you to do the rest

- But when you two began dating, he’d talk a little more; asking how your day went or if you wanted to hang out

- Things in the relationship moved fast, but not too fast; although the both of you kissed on rare occasions you and him would get really shy over small things like eating in front of each other

- That quickly went away though and you two became more and more comfortable ever since Mori dropped condiments on his uniform, and how you fell out of your chair one time in class

+ spicy

- The closer you and Mori grew he’d become more confident like pinning you down by your wrists anytime you two made out

(and on some occasions he’d find his fingers inside you)

𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 “𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙“ 𝑇𝑦𝑝𝑒𝑠： 𝐾𝑎𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝐻𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑖𝑛

- Kaoru Hitachiin quickly knew he had feelings for you (his classmate) and unlike his twin brother he acknowledges it

- He’s a host so ofc he began to gift you followers before school, and even started to walk to school with you instead of taking his limo

- The more you got to know him the more your tiny crush grew; and when you two began to date he’d gift you even more gifts

(or surprises like going out for ice cream after school)

- When the two of you did go out; it was usually somewhere small in town like an ice cream shop or a restaurant you really liked there

- But when he took you shopping there wasn’t a budget he’d always tell you to get what you want, but ofc like the good girlfriend you are, you got stuff that was at a good price and never went over $100

- At school he didn’t really care if anyone saw you two together, as long as you two were happy that is all that matters to him

+ spicy

- Sometimes when the two of you were alone in the club room he’d go down on you on the couch

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 “𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙“ 𝑇𝑦𝑝𝑒： 𝐻𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑟𝑢 𝐻𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑖𝑛

- Unlike his twin brother, Hikaru is very bold in a relationship; he never told you how he felt because he was always in denial to himself

- So ofc it forced you to make the first move, and surprisingly he wasn’t too scared of the romance he had felt with you, and once he was more comfortable with himself he was all out

- Buying you dresses or cute clothes he knew you’d like, he’s a gift giver

(something he shares with his brother)

- And also he is a HUGE fan of pda, it’s his thing; either putting an arm around you in school or a kiss on the forehead as you walked into your class

- Also holding hands is an absolute MUST for him, he at least has to be touching you at all times in some kind of way

- Like holding your hand under a table or squeezing your pinky, or even having a hand on your thigh

+ spicy

- Speaking of thighs, he loves to give you hickeys on them; and in between them

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑁𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑇𝑦𝑝𝑒： 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑢ℎ𝑖 𝐹𝑢𝑗𝑖𝑜𝑘𝑎 （“𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑁𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑙？“）

- Haruhi didn’t completely know she had feelings for you, but she knew you were special to her

- So (like with Hikaru) you had to make the first move, and you explained to her that she feels the same way; you’ve always noticed the way she’s look at you

- The first week of dating Haruhi was hesitant to touch you, she thought it might make you uncomfortable but she got some reassurance when you first held her hand at school

- Ofc a few people were angry that you and Haruhi were together but you two didn’t care, in fact the both of you would make it even more known

(not to the extent though)

- Small things like kisses on cheeks, or leaning on each other in the garden as you read a book or while she studied

- And definitely laughing at people who would talk abt how annoying you two would be by making it public

+ spicy

- Haruhi isn’t really the type to do anything spicy or freaky but she’d have these thoughts that made her feel a little guilty and whenever you asked her what she’d be thnking abt she’d be so quick to say nothing and blush

[honeysunai]

Hostess| Kyoya Ootori x reader

Part nine - Test of courage

Pairing : Kyoya Ootori x reader

Word Count : 4k

General rating : Fluff, enemies to love vibes

Summary: As only heir to your family you are bound to an arranged marriage with the third son of the powerful house Ootori. His cold behavior is only a mask for you to uncover when you stumble into music room number three.

You let out a long and bored sigh as you look at a blank paper in front of you. Tamaki assigned you to write ideas for the Halloween event the Host Club wants to host, but your mind was elsewhere. You couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss and how eager Kyoya was and then returned to pretending you were just classmates. You were angry and yet… You only wanted him to kiss you all over again. 

It was infuriating. No. He was. 

“What about a cult of vampires thirsty for the blood of their guests.” Tamaki explodes as if he found the best idea of all time. Ew. Blood, no thanks. 

“This sounds too erotic even for us.” You chuckle. 

“Well, you haven’t written anything on that paper so I’m giving you some ideas to make that brain of yours work.” He chuckles while patting the top of your hair. 

The door busted open with the twins and Haruhi glued to their side. Kaoru spoke up first. “For the entire week, count us out.”

The mortifying expression on Tamaki’s face made you hold back a laugh. “What do you mean “us”? Why is Haruhi going with you?”

“We have a tournament on Halloween night, a test of courage.” She mumbles as if she thought it was the dumbest idea, it might as well be.

“And she is on our team.” Hikaru snickers. “She is in our class, afterall.” They both dramatically turn around and leave.

“Does this mean we cancel our event?” You ask quite eagerly for Tamaki’s response.

“This means we are going to participate in their little tournament.” His gaze never leaves the trio of second years. You grunt loudly. 

Tamaki’s genius plan was in preparation while you sat on a bench drinking tea with Mori. Your leg was bouncing rapidly out of anxiety.

“You seem tense.” Kyoya said, his eyes still focused on his computer screen. “I can smell the tension steaming.”

“Ew.” You scoff. “I'm not tense," you retorted.

“What's bothering you then? Are you scared?" Tamaki chuckled.

“No, I just don't see the point in scaring people," you mumbled.

Honey took a seat beside you and flashed a bright smile. “It's not just about that. You have a lot of candies too!"

“That's a valid point," you conceded. "While you two brilliant minds work on your plan, I'll make my exit. I've got some personal matters to attend to."

“Why's that?" Kyoya asked abruptly, turning his gaze towards you.

“It's not something you need to worry about," you replied with a quick smile before making your way out of the music room. In truth, you weren't busy at all; all your studies and homework were already completed. You simply wished to avoid the Halloween preparations. As you strolled through the school, you sought out an empty music room where you could indulge in a bit of cello before the next class.

After leaving the music room, you headed down the corridor in search of an empty space to practice your cello. As you walked, you couldn't help but overhear snippets of excited chatter from various students discussing the Halloween preparations. It seemed that the Host Club's Halloween event was generating quite a buzz.

Finally, you found an empty and peaceful practice room. You entered and set up your cello, finding comfort in the familiar strains of the instrument. As you began to play, the hauntingly beautiful melody filled the room, creating a serene atmosphere that provided a stark contrast to the bustling excitement of Halloween preparations.

Unbeknownst to you, a familiar figure from the Host Club had been silently trailing you. Haruhi, who had been observing your interactions with the other members, had sensed your need for a break from the chaotic festivities. She had followed you discreetly, understanding that you preferred solitude.

Leaning against the doorframe, Haruhi listened to your enchanting music. The sound of the cello captivated her, and she was moved by the depth of emotion in your playing. She watched you with a soft smile, appreciating the chance to see a different side of you.

When you eventually finished your piece, you turned to find Haruhi standing there, a gentle and understanding look in her eyes. She didn't say anything, but her presence was enough to convey her support and empathy.

“Be ready, Tamaki is taking part in your Tournament.”

She smiles. “This means you will as well?”

“Obviously.” You snort. 

With that, the two of you spent a little more time chatting, and finding common ground amidst the chaos of the Host Club's Halloween preparations. It was a welcome and unexpected connection that brought a sense of calm to an otherwise hectic day.

On Halloween night

You entered the ball room and noticed the dark ambiance. In the middle you could see makeup and costumes ready to be worn. 

You sigh. “Did you really ask the occult club to help us?” 

“They are professionals afterall.” Tamaki says proudly. “Who else but the Occult Club to know what is scary or not?” He had a fair point. 

You were grabbed by two girls and forced to sit down on a chair. You couldn’t protest before their work started. They Had their makeup brushes ready with pink and white paint. “It’s too late to say no, right?” You ask anyone before the first stroke of white paint touches your skin. At the same time the other girl worked over your hair. Two pigtails wrapped in red ribbons. It felt like forever until you could see yourself in the mirror. You were going to be a creepy little creepy lolitta doll.

“Good god.” You scoff as you look at yourself with your regular uniform, you look silly. 

“Do you not like it?” Nekozawa asked in a grim tone. To be fair, you were a bit freaked out by him and so you lied.

“I love it. I’m just not used to it.” You smile as best as you can, but you look creepy nonetheless. 

“Good!” He smiles. Even if he was happy, his smile was creepy. “We got the perfect costume to fit with your marvelous character. “The cursed doll!” It was like thunder cracked at the same time he spoke those very words. 

You looked in the mirror and couldn't help but feel that you appeared terrifying – and not in a good way. The worn-out pink and white puffy dress you wore was splattered with fake blood in a chaotic pattern. You imagined your mother would have a heart attack if she saw you in this outfit.

Emerging from the dressing room, you joined your Host Club friends in the ballroom. Tamaki, in his dashing vampire costume, looked unfairly handsome. Mori and Honey, dressed as a pair of werewolves straight out of a telenovela, exuded a certain charm. Kyoya, on the other hand, had chosen not to dress up.

With a stoic expression, you couldn't help but voice your frustration. "I hate you guys."

"Don't you look terrifying?" Kyoya quipped with a barely suppressed laugh.

You glared at him. "And don't you guys look cute?"

"Do you think so?" Honey's smile was radiant.

"Why am I the only one overdressed?" You grumbled.

Tamaki, wrapping an arm over your shoulders, smiled as he explained, "You are the dessert to our coup."

"I don't think that's a saying," you retorted. He led you out of the ballroom and into a classroom tucked away in the far corner of the school.

"Stay here until Honey gives you the signal. Here's your script," Tamaki said, handing you a crumpled piece of paper before closing the door, leaving you alone in the dark room.

"Ugh, I hate them," you muttered to yourself, closing your eyes and reading the poorly written script. It lacked any real scare factor. Your best bet was to simply scream at anyone who entered the room or adopt a lifeless stare to unnerve them.

As you sat in the dark room, dressed in your creepy Lolita costume, time seemed to crawl by at an agonizingly slow pace. The initial excitement of transforming into a terrifying character had given way to boredom and restlessness. Your once-eager anticipation for your role had faded into a growing sense of impatience.

You began to fidget in your chair, the minutes stretching into what felt like hours. The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the occasional distant laughter and muffled voices from the Halloween event outside. The worn-out pink and white dress seemed to constrict your movements, making you acutely aware of how uncomfortable and itchy it had become.

You sighed deeply, shifting your weight from side to side, trying to ease the discomfort of your costume. Your thoughts wandered, and you began to wonder if you were somehow forgotten or if the Host Club's plan had encountered an unexpected delay. The desire for some action or interaction had grown stronger with each passing minute.

Impulsively, you reached into your pocket and pulled out your phone, checking the time. It had been far longer than you'd expected, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of exasperation. To alleviate your boredom, you began scrolling through your phone, reading messages, and checking social media, all while anxiously waiting for Honey's signal to finally break the monotony of your solitary confinement.

The door creaked open and you looked at who it was not bothering to hide back your phone. 

“This is really not your shade.” Kyoya snickers as he enters the room.

“Laugh all you want.” You sigh. He looked at you as if to say “Oh, I am.”, “What are you doing here?”

“Keeping you from dying of boredom.” He took a seat next to you on the floor. 

“My phone was already doing your job.” You chuckle lightly. 

“You really don’t like Halloween, don’t you?”

"Not really, no," you began, reflecting on your past. "When I was a kid, my parents were so busy with their own lives and jobs that they never had time for Halloween, or even Christmas some years. By the time they started to be more present, I just didn't care that much anymore about the holidays."

Kyoya sighed deeply, and you could see his thoughtful expression as he absorbed the glimpse of your personal history.

As the seconds ticked by, you found yourself pondering why you had shared such a personal memory with Kyoya. It wasn't something you typically opened up about, especially not in the midst of a festive occasion like Halloween. Perhaps it was the quiet and the stillness of the room that had encouraged the spontaneous revelation. Or maybe it was Kyoya's ability to make you feel strangely comfortable discussing your past. Regardless of the reason, you couldn't help but wonder why you had chosen to reveal a part of yourself at that moment.

“Then let’s go.” He said as he grabbed your hand to help you out of your creepy chair.

“Where?” 

“I’m going to show you what’s so fun about it.”

Kyoya led you out of the dimly lit room and into the corridor, your hand still in his firm grip. You followed him through the maze-like hallways of the school, unsure of what to expect.

As you moved stealthily through the school, you couldn't help but have reservations about this endeavor. The idea of scaring people had never really appealed to you, and you had doubts about whether it would be as fun as the others made it out to be. But you trusted Kyoya's judgment, and his air of confidence piqued your curiosity.

The two of you took positions in a dimly lit hallway, concealed behind a corner, waiting for your next victim. Your heart raced as you watched a student approaching, completely unaware of your presence.

In perfect coordination, you and Kyoya executed your plan. As the student drew nearer, you let out a spine-chilling, ghostly wail while Kyoya produced an eerie, spectral light using a concealed flashlight. The student, taken aback and startled, screamed in terror before realizing it was all a prank.

At first, you watched with mixed emotions, uncertain of how the student would react. But as the initial shock and fear gave way to laughter and amusement, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and satisfaction. Giggling uncontrollably, you and Kyoya shared in the joy of the moment.

You and Kyoya ventured further into the school, your Lolita doll costume taking on a new persona with each scare. The initial uncertainty you had felt had given way to a sense of exhilaration and a growing enthusiasm for the Halloween shenanigans.

As you reached a more crowded area of the school, you couldn't resist the temptation to continue your mischief. You spotted a group of students engrossed in conversation and laughter, unaware of your presence. Kyoya nodded at you, signaling that this was your next target.

You approached the group with a silent grace, the ruffled layers of your dress swaying as you moved. As you got closer, you unleashed a spine-tingling, ghostly whisper that seemed to echo through the corridor. Simultaneously, Kyoya, hidden in the shadows, conjured a ghostly blue glow that danced eerily around you.

The students, caught off guard by the sudden otherworldly presence, let out a collective gasp and huddled together in fear. A few of them even dropped their belongings in their fright.

You couldn't help but stifle a giggle as you watched their terrified reactions. Some clutched their hearts, while others playfully scolded each other for overreacting. The initial shock gave way to laughter, and you realized that this was the essence of Halloween – a blend of fear and fun.

One of the students, a young girl, turned to you with a mixture of relief and amusement. "That was a good one! You really got us."

You gave a mischievous curtsy, your creepy Lolita persona adding to the theatrics of the moment. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

As you and Kyoya roamed the dimly lit corridors, you noticed a locked door at the end of a long hallway, illuminated only by the faint light of a flickering overhead bulb. It seemed like the perfect setting for a dramatic and hair-raising Halloween scare.

With a shared nod, you and Kyoya decided to orchestrate a chilling performance. You took your position near the door, hidden in the shadows, your Lolita doll costume transformed into a ghostly and eerie presence.

Kyoya, meanwhile, prepared to unleash his talents. With a quick flourish of his hand, he projected a series of ghostly images on the door, each one more terrifying than the last. The ghostly apparitions danced and flickered, accompanied by spine-tingling whispers that filled the air.

Unsuspecting students rounded the corner and came into view, their footsteps echoing in the eerie silence. As they approached the locked door, they spotted the ghostly figures and heard the haunting whispers. Panic washed over them, and they let out a chorus of terrified screams.

In their panic, the students stumbled over each other, desperately searching for an escape route. Some of them turned and ran back the way they came, while others frantically pounded on the locked door, pleading for it to open. The once-crowded hallway turned into a scene of chaotic terror.

You and Kyoya couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline as the students fled in sheer panic, their fear evident in their eyes. It was the ultimate Halloween scare, and you had succeeded beyond your wildest expectations.

As the commotion gradually subsided and the corridor returned to a state of calm, you exchanged an exhilarated glance with Kyoya. The dramatic scare had left a lasting impression, and you both couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all.

You finally got what made this activity so enjoyable, and you couldn't help but share a knowing smile with Kyoya as you continued to haunt the hallways together.

As your Halloween night of spooking students continued, Kyoya approached you with an excited glint in his eyes. "How about a grand finale?" he suggested, a mischievous smile on his face. Curious and eager to embrace the festive spirit, you nodded in agreement. "What do you have in mind?" Kyoya explained his plan, which involved a grand scare that would target none other than the notorious twins with Haruhi. It was an enticing proposition, and you both set off to make it happen.

You ran around the school to find the trio and once you did they were walking to their next trap, you.

You began to move in a slow, puppet-like manner, as if controlled by unseen strings, your joints bending unnaturally, your movements otherworldly. You swayed with an eerie grace, creating an atmosphere of surreal horror.

At the same time, Kyoya cast an illusion of ghostly whispers and phantom shadows that danced around you. The effect was haunting and mesmerizing, and the corridor seemed to take on a life of its own.

The twins and Haruhi watched, transfixed by the chilling performance. Hikaru and Kaoru exchanged uneasy glances, and Haruhi clutched her heart in mock fear.

As the performance reached its climax, you let out another spine-chilling wail, your voice echoing through the corridor. The twins were quite uneasy with you as for Haruhi, she held back a laugh to not mess up your performance. They weren’t moving until you stopped abruptly before sprinting for them, making them run away from you leaving Haruhi alone with you. 

“Too bad I wasn’t convincing enough to scare you.” You laugh with Haruhi.

“I do not scare easily.” She says drying her tears of laughter. Kyoya came out of hiding and applauded you. 

“I didn’t think you’d enjoy yourself that much.” He smiles brightly. A first.

“All thanks to the brains behind the operation.” You applauded him as well.

Later that night as you were taking out your makeup with Renge and Haruhi’s help, the winners were announced by Nekozawa. You were declared the champion of the Tournament!

Gasps of astonishment filled the room as the Host Club members realized the outcome. Hikaru and Kaoru exchanged surprised glances.

"You weren't even participating!" Kaoru exclaimed.

You smirked, "You guys are just sore losers."

Hikaru chimed in, "You're not even a second-year!"

Kyoya, however, simply leaned against a wall with a wry smile. "All I hear is whining from two losers."

You couldn't help but giggle at the banter among your friends, sharing a victorious moment.

After finally shedding the uncomfortable Lolita costume and wiping away the last remnants of makeup, you found yourself alone in the cozy embrace of the music room. The echoes of the Halloween festivities still resonate in your mind, but the overwhelming discomfort of the costume had been left far behind.

Sitting in the dimly lit room, you reflected on the night, your thoughts filled with gratitude for Kyoya. His unexpected and thrilling proposal to embrace the Halloween spirit had transformed a dull evening into a genuinely enjoyable one. You couldn't help but smile as you remembered how he had dragged you into the world of scares and pranks, and in doing so, had shared a unique and memorable experience with you.

The Halloween night had been a perfect blend of fright and fun, of camaraderie and laughter, and it was all thanks to Kyoya's initiative. As you sat in the peaceful music room, you realized that sometimes, the most unexpected and unconventional plans could lead to the best and most cherished memories.

"All hail the champion," a voice echoed in the empty room, and there stood Kyoya, the unexpected partner in your Halloween scare victory.

You couldn't resist a teasing grin. "Only a bow and some praise will do for your champion."

He walked over, the atmosphere filled with a mix of playful competition and genuine camaraderie. His smile was cocky as he leaned against the side of the column.

"So, do I get a prize for helping you win?" he inquired, his voice tinged with a playful challenge.

You responded with a smug grin, "It's my name they announced, not yours, so I'm afraid you don't get anything."

Kyoya leaned in closer, his smile seeming somewhat wistful. "I did help you win, though. I should get something."

With a soft laugh, you placed a hand on his arm and said, "You get the honor of witnessing your fiancé's majestic victory."

The two of you shared a moment of contentment and affection, the playful banter masking the fondness you felt for each other. It was a celebration of your Halloween success and the unique bond you shared.

“I want something else as my prize.” He smirks.

He acted on his impulses, seizing you by the waist and pressing you firmly against the column. His lips met yours with a passionate intensity, a bruising kiss that left you breathless, and you gasped in surprise at the sudden, fervent connection.

His tongue tantalizing teased your bottom lip, seeking entry, and you willingly granted it. Your heads tilted in unison, and one of his hands found its way to the back of your neck, gently bending it to deepen the kiss. A throaty moan escaped your lips as his other hand on your hip squeezed you possessively.

For a brief moment, he pulled back, his breath hot against your skin, and he whispered with a mixture of desire and frustration, "You always manage to pick the worst timing to drive me so, so eager for you."

His lips trailed a scorching path down your cheek, following the delicate curve of your jawline. Each touch was an electric shock of sensation, sending shivers down your spine as the world around you seemed to blur, consumed by the fervent desire shared in this stolen moment.

“Don’t I?” You chuckled briefly. “It just means I’m winning.”

“How so?” He asks not to bother to stop his lips from connecting to your skin. 

“You want to hear my master plan?”

“Do enlighten me.” His soft laugh lights a fire inside your stomach. 

“The more you resist me, the more you want me… Have you noticed how close we’ve become in the last few days?” He stops himself in his tracks to look at you in the eyes with intrigue. “I am winning.”

“Must everything be a competition between the two of us?”

“To get what we both deeply want, it is not an option.”

“And what is it I want?” He smirks as if he could read you all too well. 

“You don’t want to marry me for love and some other reason you refuse to talk about and I don’t want to get married at all, but duty is duty. But you do want me, which makes things complicated for us.” You breathe heavily when his teeth graze the skin of your neck. “So let’s meet in the middle. We can either keep denying each other’s needs and go our separate ways to college hoping to find better matches for us so we both marry for love, duty and what not, or we can give in and have our fun until college and then we find better matches. So you don’t have to marry me and you’ll be out of my hair. Two simple choices, one clearly more fun than the other, but riskier.”

He chuckles when he faces you again. “How so?”

“You’ll fall in love.” No, you would.

“With you?” He chuckles. “You’re pretty to look at, sure, but you get on my nerves too much for me to fall in love.” 

“I gave you our options, it’s your choice. In a way I am not replacing you like you asked.” He crashed his lips to yours, his very own way to seal their deal.

“I won’t lose to you, y/n.” He whispered before his lips met yours once more. 

“Neither will I.” You moan against his lips before you were picked up and carried on one of the pink velvet couches. He pried your pants off gently as his lips were still glued to yours. It was happening… You’d finally have Kyoya the way you wanted him ever since last time he kissed you. 

He moved between your thighs and took his sweet time to kiss and nimble on both of them. 

“You always assume I have better self control than I actually do.” He whispers before taking your underwear off. “I’m no better than any other man when it comes to you.” He smirks before dipping his head between your thighs. You huffed out a loud moan when he licked a stripe up your folds, before plunging his tongue right into your dripping heat. You snatched at his head, pulling his hair as your hips shifted against him— his nose nudging your clit.

He moaned against your cunt— the vibrations making that coil in your stomach tighten. He squeezed your thighs, running his tongue up your folds and swirling it around your clit, repeating this action a few times. You felt like you were in a dream, Kyoya pleasing you as a reward for your victory... or for his own pleasure. It didn't matter, he had accepted your deal and you were more than happy to give in to the tension between the two of you.

You felt yourself drawing tight, a thin sheen of sweat gathering across your bare skin. “Kyoya—” You came with a moan of his name, your hips stuttering against his face. You felt him groan beneath you, tongue working you through your orgasm.

After a long moment, Kyoya hovered over you. You smiled hazily at him. He hummed, pressing his mouth to yours. You couldn't believe what had just happened.

You could taste yourself on his lips, his tongue. You hummed a response, too busy stroking his cheek, feeling your own arousal sticky on your fingers. He pulled back briefly. “I won’t lose to you.” He repeated like it was an oath and you believed him for a split second.

— 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐬

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[host-club-hq]

just curious , but are u doing anything for valentines w the host club ?

hm i am working on something and maybe i’ll release it for valentines. it’s v spicy, you may have seen it on my schedule, if not take a peek and it’ll tell u exactly what it is 🥰

but yeah if you guys think that would be a good valentines present lmk! bc i def want to do something for all of you and i think we can all appreciate some ✨spice✨

[ellssbellss]

valentines day project has been posted!

look for lady in red on my masterlist or on my profile :) let me know what you think!

[tocinoandkamatis]

can you really blame me?

your sat in your office chair, hunched over the same paperwork again and again until someone had offered you a box of chocolates.

it was your boss- your oh so incredibly hot boss. you dont know why but youve always had a thing for him.

so you thank him- taking the chocolate in your hands and popping it in your mouth.

only for a few minutes later, your left feeling uneasy, hot and bothered.. uncomfortably shifting in your seat and biting your lip. sighing, you pick up your mirror and- well your flushed. pink cheeks and lips with neediness written all over your face. your mind wanders- why? what did i do? i was only ever focused on the paperwork- and then it snapped the chocolate.

you stare at the trashcan and dig out the cover plastic of the small treat, you read it and- 'aphrodisiac'...there imprinted with heart dots for the i right on the back of the wrapper.

and to make sure.. you ask your boss.

and thats when it happens. your lying on his desk with your top buttons undone and your trousers slung over your heels. his big fat cock bullying into your cervix in an excruciating pace. you dont really know whats gotten to this- really, you dont. you just knocked on his office to ask about something and the next second you sat on his desk, his greedy hands trying to tug off your clothes as fast as he can.

your crying and moaning clenching down on him, milking him completely dry. his hand cover your face as an attempt to shush you up- not that he doesnt want you to scream his name. its just that his grandfather is outside right now, talking business with other important men.

but my god he cant stop. hes completely drunk in pleasure- maybe due to the aphrodisiac? but you may find he never ate that chocolate and this event is only because of his need for you.

so your clawing at his back, arching yours as he thrust into you as deep as he could. youve came- what, two times? your sure this would be your fourth. your shaking and moaning but he doesnt stop.

"you like that sweetheart? hm? you like the way im fucking ya hard?"

he grunts as he burries his nose into your neck. you cant do anything but let out a string of whines and whimpers. nodding frantically as his movements get sloppy and uncoordinated, a shrill sign of his impending release. a few things had fallen off the desk but at this point, none of you cared.

"fuck- so tight and warm, just 'f me"

he groans, his small noises laced with a small whine and high pitched whimper as he comes. his hot sead spilling inside of you while your eyes roll to the back of your head.

and finally, he manages to catch his breath and pull out.

"such a pretty little pussy..."

he sighs and presses a soft kiss on your forehead.

but your left wondering 'what the fuck just happened and what the fuck is happening?' because hes now in a meeting- pointing out the proposal of his company and back to his serious and cold character.

seriously? did he not just wreck me? you wonder how strong this guy is because- well your still sensitive and shaking slightly and he just looked like he just had cake and coffee at his favourite restaurant.

my thoughts are occupied on the past events though... but then again can you really blame me?

kuroo, geto, osamu, aizawa, kyoya ootori, kenma, nanami

[reallyromealone]

DAY 🎃FOURTEEN🎃 COCKWARMING - Kyoya ootori

I would like to remind people I'm following Manga canon, SPOILER the host club goes to Boston for university and by then Kyoya is already in university and transferred

Warnings

Cock warning, dirty talk, male reader, bottom Kyoya, calling during explicit sctivities, reader is a bastard

University classes were hard, annoyingly so sometimes and what didn't help was having a cock up your ass while one studied.

But Kyoya lost the bet so here he was on his boyfriends lap, (name) scrolling his phone as Kyoya tried not to move.

It was the rule after all, he moves and (name) leaves him with the worst blue balls known to man.

So here he was, doing his homework as (name) occasionally shifted to rub against kyoyas prostate but Kyoya wasn't going to let (name) have the power as he stretched and cracked his back, this action causing his muscles to contract around (name)s cock, causing him to glare "behave"

"I haven't the slightest idea of what you're talking about, in just trying to figure out this question" Kyoya said calmly as he returned to his work.

(Name) glared as his phone rang and despite Kyoyas glare he answered it and being the bastard he was began toying with Kyoyas cock "oh hey Tamaki, oh nothing much just helping Kyoya work on a project-- yeah we can get food tonight with you and Haruhi! See you then!"

Kyoya was hunched over as (name) hung up, close to climaxing as (name) played with him perfectly, knowing just how to destroy him.

"Oi, focus on your homework" (name) grinned and Kyoya turned and glared "really?"

"What? You wanted me to leave it ringing? Have Tamaki come here to ask, you know he would and he would see you like this... perched on my cock losing your mind"

Kyoya bit his lip, knowing he was right.

"Now, finish your homework And I'll give you a reward like no other"

It was hard, not just (name)s cock as the other leaned over to look at Kyoyas work "my boyfriend's so smart" he whispered in Kyoyas ear and the black haired man tried focusing on his work "he acts so cold but we both know he would do anything for those he cares for"

"He's so wonderful..." Kyoya was trying not to cum from the praise and the cock against his prostate "fuck..."

"My my the prestigious Ootori swearing? How unbecoming" (name) teased before whispering "why don't you cum? You wanna do it right? So do it"

This was a trick.

Kyoya knew it.

He knew (name).

He held on as much as he could as he finished his business essay and sighed.

Then he was pushed on the table and slammed from behind, forcing a climax out of him.

"Come on Kyoya, good boys deserve a reward no?"

[rebornologist]

Hello~ may I request the dirty talk headcanons for Dino, Hibari and Xanxus? Thanks in advance♡

Squalo is a bonus bc I think someone dropped an ask including him in my inbox and I banished it...... alas, might as well bc the rest of the characters overlapped w/ this ask. Thank you for asking me to write the most embarrassing blocks of text in my LIFE

♡ Dirty Talk w/ Dino, Hibari, Squalo, & Xanxus ✧

warnings: nasty. nsf/t. I genuinely get so embarrassed writing these bc nah wtf is this. breeding. swearing. praise. degradation. D/s dynamics. Xanxus is rude as hell.

✧ Dino Cavallone

He’s a sweetheart through and through pleaseeee he is very well-mannered, would never engage in any kind of degradation, only has the sweetest praises, and has an interesting.. thing about cum.

“Nngh.. haahh.. baby please, you’re gonna make me cum if you don’t stop-fuck!” His chest heaves, breathing ragged as he tenses, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut as his orgasm crashes over him. He’s left panting, legs feeling wobbly, and seeing stars in the edges of his vision as he cups your face and leans in for the sweetest kiss.

୨୧ ⁺˳₊

“Tell me how much you want it.. how much you want my cum.. how you want me to put a baby in you, pleasepleaseplease yesyesyes,” he picks up the pace slightly as he chases that high, firmly rutting them into you, deep and unrelenting, as if he was actually trying to achieve what he was babbling about. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, letting out a breathy whine as he scrambles to unwrap your legs from around his waist. His hips stutter as he moves to hook his arms under your legs and push your knees down into a mating press. He wants nothing more in that moment than to ensure that he spills himself as deep in you as he can, because he likes to keep his promises, of course.

✧ Hibari Kyoya

I am biased b/c my favourite take on Hibari (next to acearo Hibari) is the one who’s secretly a service top in disguise. One who shows tough love, but has mellowed out with age and is fairly domestic (though still quite icy) at the end of the day. Taking his affinity for the small, often overlooked, but resourceful creatures, and extending that to what he likes in his partners. Something about being called, “little one”, by him... drools.

He often takes on quite the authoritative tone, and it’s literally the sexiest thing I’m sosorry y’all. Hibari is initially not as talkative, fairly quiet during sex, aside from giving instructions, and some small comments and mostly matter-of-fact statements. He can and will be convinced to include more praise and/or degradation in the bedroom, though it confuses him at first. He doesn’t understand why his partner would want him to purposefully shit talk them, and he was sure that he praises them enough, straightforwardly, when appropriate. It finally clicks when he sees how they absolutely melt for a simple “good pet,” or how they tense and squirm for him when he calls them a “pathetic hole, so desperate to be filled.”

“Patience, dove..” He mumbles, barely above a whisper, as he finishes tying off the last of the restraints. You’re already leaking and dripping down your thighs for him in the build up, the anticipation swimming laps in the pit of your stomach. The way he speaks as if nothing’s happened just makes you ache more.

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“Do you want it? Hmmpf. Tell me what you want. Use your words,” is closest he will get to cooing at you, when he’s firmly demanding that you explicitly describe just how you want him, encouraging the most obscene words to spill from your trembling lips. A calloused hand grabs you by the jaw, turning your head to face him and look him in the eyes, and you feel your face burning in embarrassment.

✧ Superbia Squalo

Cocky bastard. Has no shame. Ego through the roof. You know this guy talks.

“D’ya like that? Yeah? Yeah, I can tell- fuck, the way you squeeze around me when I do this.. you gonna cum? Gonna make a mess, huh?” He exhales in such a way that it’s almost a chuckle, grinning ear to ear as he watches you squirm under him and reach your peak, not stopping what he’s doing until you’re twitching and tearing up, begging him to stop because you’re too sensitive to bear it anymore.

"Too much? You didn't think it'd be too much when you were rubbing me so desperately through my pants, huh? Open that smart mouth for me, darling." You hate that the only times he uses pet names is to mock you, and you hate that you're too holes-for-brains to do anything but obey when he gets sassy with you.

✧ Xanxus

Not much of a talker, and honestly is usually pretty rude. The only times he really says much is if you specifically ask him to talk dirty to you. If you don’t ask for it ahead of time, he’s very much a guy who speaks just to give instructions, and maybe warn you that he’s gonna bust.. and to prepare yourself for round two.. and three.. and f-

“Shut up, fuck.. lift your ass up.. ngh, finally making yourself useful,” he grumbles as he roughly fills you again, calloused hands gripping your waist roughly, sure to leave bruises tomorrow morning. “A bunny for breeding, is what you are..”

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“Cum,” he instructs, short nails digging into the plush of your hips as he moves you, dragging you over his cock. “Right fuckin’ now, or else.” And you do. You shake in his hold and your walls spasm around him, because it feels so damn good, and because you know that if you don’t follow his command, he won’t give you another chance to reach your own high.

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hi idont really know what fandom you write for, but can you please do a male reader fic where the reader is chubby and can it be smut if not just some cute fluff thank yoou and also any character of your choice

Hi hi!!

Thank you for requesting, ily for this. You said ‘male reader’ so I assume you mean C!male reader and I'll be more than happy to oblige.

Now featuring: Kyoya Ootori

CW: Comfort smut, Oral (reader receiving, (I think)), Chubby reader, aged up characters, insecurities, mischaracterization of Kyoya

WC: Like 600-ish cuz i can't for the life of me write 1000 words :3

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You couldn't help but stare at yourself. You hated how your body was proportioned, it was just too off for your liking. You hated how big your thighs were, you hated how your stomach always hung over a bit, and most of all, you hated your stupid chubby cheeks. They made you look like a child and it bothered you so much.

You hear the door open but you don’t pay it much mind, until the bedroom door opens and you yelp in surprise.

“Calm down love, it’s just me,” Kyoya laughs, stepping into the bedroom. He pauses in the doorway, a frown on his face. “What's wrong, my love?” He asks, seeing the tear stains on your face.

“Nothing,” You mumble in response, wiping your face with your shirt.

Kyoya walks over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I asked you a question, I want an answer, baby.” He whispers in a smooth tone.

“Just.. Feeling a bit off today,” You say in a pained voice, your voice breaking as you speak.

“Off how, baby?” He asks in a sweet voice, hugging you tighter than he was before.

“I just feel off,” You mutter in response, just wanting to change the subject at this point.

“I think I might know something that could help you,” He whispers into your ear, a smirk evident in his voice. Gently, he picks you up bridal style and carries you over to the bed behind you two. He sets you down and gently spreads your legs, positioning himself between them. He reaches up and digs his fingers under your shorts waistband, looking up at you for consent. You nod at him, allowing him to remove your shorts. Once your shorts are off he gently teases your hard-on through your boxers.

“Mmff- Kyo!!” You whine, reaching down to pull down your boxers.

“Shhh,” He whispers, “Just let me handle it, baby boy.” He carefully pushes your hand away and burrows his fingers under the waistband of your boxers, swiftly pulling them down to your ankles. Your cock springs up from the fabric and he gently takes it into his left hand. He deliberately strokes your cock with slow and teasing motions as he leans down and nips and kisses at your inner thighs.

“You’re so pretty,” He hums, pinching at the skin of your stomach.

“Kyo–” You whine. “Feels good.” You drawl.

“Yea? You like that baby? Doya want more?” He asks teasingly. You nod in response. “Alright then,” He says, slowly kissing up your thighs and making his way to your cock. Slowly, he takes the head of your cock into his mouth.

“MhmF- F-fuck-” You let out a strangled cry.

“Are you sensitive, my love?” He chuckles, the sound waves vibrating your cock. You let out a loud mewl from the pleasure.

His movements become more intentional as he sucks you off, slowly dragging his tongue up and down your shaft as you moan and whine helplessly. “Are you close, baby?” He Tuts. “Such a sensitive boy.”

“Yes! M’ so close, please let me come, Kyo-” You plea, your begs intertwined with moans.

“Very well, my love,” He says, sucking you off harder than before, clearly trying to make you reach your height. You buck your hips into his mouth desperately as you release. Come begins to drip from his lips as he pulls your soft cock from his mouth.

“Such a pretty boy, all for me,” He praises, climbing onto the bed to lay next to you as he whispers praise and sweet words into your ear.

[subwonwooagenda]

Kyoya's Kitten | 3

Pairing: Kyoya Ootori X Fem!OC

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

This chapter will be smutty and this chapter will be long. I will include warnings.

Notes: I have created a taglist for this story, comment or dm if you’d like to join it! There is mild hinting about a triggering topic. Proceed with caution as you know your limits best. If I trigger anything, or offend anyone please let me know and I will edit it. Minors please don’t interact with my blog, If I find out you’re a minor you will be blocked.

Warnings: use of the word cock, touching, heavy make out sesh, CONSENT IS SEXY, Kyoya gets jacked off and does cum, Mira cums untouched.

I did have someone dm me about Mira, and I’m gonna leave them anonymous but I would like to say, please remember Mira is not the reader. She is an OC, she has her own personality and emotions as well as her own style. She is very touchy, very affectionate because that is how she is. It’s okay you’re not at all like her because she isn’t meant to be portrayed as you. Thank you for you feedback though, good or bad I appreciate it all.

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Mira woke up that morning as happy as could be. She couldn’t really give a reason for her bubbliness but she knew that it most likely had something to do with the events of the host clubs party they held a few days ago and the kiss she shared with Kyoya at the end of the night. Since then, the two have been almost inseparable, spending most club time with each other unless they were with their guests.

Her daydreams were interrupted by her sister knocking on her door, and peeking her head in, “Hey Mi, get ready we have school soon.” She reminded her, chuckling softly at the lovestruck look on her daydreaming sisters face. Mira snapped out of her memories, shaking her head a bit as she hurried to get dressed. She was so happy that Tamaki talked to his father about her not having to wear the female uniform. She hated to judge people or things but that dress was purely hideous on her. She chose a pretty royal blue romper, tying a white bow around her waist to show off her curves. She finished off the outfit with some pretty white wedges, quickly styling her hair and heading out of her room.

Her sister stood by the door, dressed in her uniform and waiting patiently for her sister. She smiled at the happy look on her face, it’s been a while since she saw it around anyone other than her and as much as it annoyed her she knew it was because of the boys in the host club. She took her sisters hand, lacing their fingers and making the walk to school.

TIME SKIP

Mira stood in a pretty maid outfit, her hair in pretty curls, right next to Tamaki and greeted the guests as they entered the school garden. Her usual trio of boys couldn’t make it to the club today so she decided to simply float around, spending time with each of the boys as well as her sister.

She currently sat on her knees next to Haruhi, all of them silently watching as Honey furiously stirred the tea he was making. She bit her lip as Mori leaned in, speaking softly in his ear. “Mitsukuni, you overdid it.” Honey froze, sitting up straight as his eyes started to water. The girls they were entertaining were quick to reassure him, Mira giggling softly as she stood. She pressed a kiss to Honey’s forehead, walking over to Kyoya.

She let a smile fall on her lips as he easily sold his silly photobooks to their clients. She walked over when he was no longer occupied, her hand reaching up to gently grab at his sleeve. He turned to her, giving a rare smile as he acknowledged her presence. Kyoya just couldn’t help but let the edges of his mouth quirk up at the mere sight of her. She leaned her head on his shoulder, watching as he wrote in his notebook. They stayed like that for a couple minutes before she noticed Tamaki in one of his emo modes next to them. Mira sighed, shaking her head with a fond smile as she walked over to him, kneeling down next to him, kissing his cheek and poking him softly to break him out of his emo mode. Tamaki looked up at her, giving her a soft smile before he remembered his dilemma.

“Say, Mommy dear?” He said softly to Kyoya, moving to lay his head on Mira’s lap. Mira sighed softly to herself as she played with the strands of Tamaki’s soft hair. Kyoya lifted his head, pausing the writing he was doing in his notebook, “What is it now, Daddy?” He asked him, the corners of his lips lifting ever so slightly as Miras soft giggle filled his ears. “I have a new theory. I mean, its just my hypothesis, but it seems that by being in the same class, Hikaru and Kaoru are able to spend more time together with Haruhi, then I get to here at the club. Kitten’s in our class so we spend the most time with her. This gives them a chance to get close to Haruhi, and if that happens…” Tamaki said, being interrupted by Kyoya. “Tamaki. You just now realized that?” He asked him, smirking slightly.

Kyoya turned to Tamaki, pointing at the random whiteboard that Mira never noticed before. Honestly, she realizes she should stop asking that many questions when it comes to her boys. “According to my research, in a single day, the twins spend roughly nine hours of class time with Haruhi. Meanwhile, your contact with her is limited to a couple of hours of club activities. In other words, your involvement in Haruhi’s life each day amounts to no more than a mere three percent. I’m so very sorry.” He said, a smug little smile on his face. Tamaki panicked, covering his ears with his hands like a child, “Ahh! I don’t wanna hear it. I don’t wanna hear it!” He quickly stood up, rushing over to Haruhi, Mira sighing as she turned to Kyoya, “You had to egg him on?” She asked him. He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. She shook her head as she heard Tamaki’s turmoil of trying to convince Haruhi to stay away from the twins.

She could help but laugh when Haruhi looked at her, clearly unamused by her senpais dramatics. She decided to help rescue her sister, walking over to them and gently pulling Tamaki away from her. “I don’t see why you’re in such a tizzy, Tama. She’s gonna be found out when the physical exams start.” She mentioned, very confused on how she was the only one to remember this. The twins agreed with her which seemed to snap Tamaki into action, “Physical Exams?..”

Haruhi tugged on her sisters skirt to gather her attention, “How’d you know about the physical exams?” She asked her, seeing as her sister was just as new as she was. Mira shrugged her shoulders, her eyes not leaving her boys as they continued with their theatrics on keeping Haruhi a secret, “I read the student handbook.” She said bluntly, not understanding that she’s probably the only student in the school who did. Mira couldn’t help but blush when Kyoya strolled over, her mind instantly filling with thoughts of him shirtless during his exam. She looked away quickly, not wanting to give herself away, not knowing Kyoya was having thoughts of his own.

“That’s right. I forgot all about it.” Kyoya said as he joined the boys, all of them looking right at Haruhi and Mira. Haruhi tilted her head a bit as she thought, “Then that means, there’s no doubt. They’re gonna know…I’m really a girl.” Mira startled a bit at the noises that left Tamaki, Kaoru, and Hikaru, a bit concerned about what exactly was going to happen if Haruhi had to leave the club, she loved the boys but she also couldn’t imagine staying with the boys without her sister.

After club hours, they found themselves back in the club room. Mira and Haruhi decided to go change in a separate room down the hall, needing a break from the craziness of the boys. Haruhi patiently waited for her sister, chuckling softly at the effort she put in. “You look pretty, Mi. Kyoya won’t know what to do with himself.” She teased her, laughing as Mira almost fell putting her wedges on, her face beet red, her laughter joining in with her sisters.

In the main club room, the boys were all watching Tamaki have his silly daydreams, waiting for the girls to show back up to the club room. Honey walked a bit closer to him, standing next to the twins, “He must be having a great daydream.” He said, ever the positive boy. Hikaru furrowed his brows, “I dunno. He’s kinda freaking me out.”

That seemed to snap Tamaki out of his dream, instantly turning to smirk at Hikaru, “Envious, Hikaru? This is all part of my strategy. While you’ve wasted time blinded by your jealousy, I’ve foreseen the outcome of this charade.” Tamaki turned his back to them, arms flailing out dramatically, “Ahh, this fanfiction is obviously a romantic school comedy. Haruhi and I are the main characters, so that means we are love interests.” Kyoya found himself thinking where he and Mira fit into this little fantasy in Tamaki’s mind. Hikaru and Kaoru looked at eachother before speaking up, “Yeah, then what are we?”

Tamaki turned to point at them “You boys…are the homosexual supporting cast.” He said, seemingly proud for the nonsense he was spewing. He drew a line in the floor, smiling proudly as he stood back, “So please make sure that you do not step across this line.” The twins looked annoyed, Kyoya shook his head while Honey and Mori looked at the line in confusion, “You gotta be kidding,” The twins said, “Listen boss, I don’t think you get it.”

Honey spoke up from in between them, “If word gets out that Haru-chan is really a girl, then she and Kitten-chan won’t be able to be in the host club anymore!” He said, all of them watching as Tamaki turned ghostly white at the mere thought of his girls leaving him. “But, if Haru-chan started wearing girls clothes, like Kitten-chan, I bet she’d be even cuter than she is now!” Honey said excitedly, trying to lift up Tamaki’s mood.

“She dressed like a normal girl when they were in middle school, right?” Hikaru stated, “They must have been pretty popular with all the boys.” Kyoya nodded from where he stood, ignoring the way his chest slightly tightened at the thought of Mira having attention from other guys, “Yeah. According to my investigative reports, someone would declare their undying love to Haruhi at least once a month. Kitten would be declared to almost biweekly.” He stated to them.

Kaoru put his finger to his chin, “Oh I see. So the boss wouldn’t even be able to get close to her,” he started, “But we’d be able to because we’re in the same class with her all day long!” Hikaru finished for his twin, both of them with mischievous smirks on their faces at their leaders troubles. “N-No way!..” Tamaki stuttered out, borderline in tears at the thought of Haruhi around those shady twins.

The boys were brought out of their conversation when the door opened, turning their heads to see the girls in question walking into the club room hand in hand. “Hey guys, sorry we’re so late coming back.” Haruhi started to say. Tamaki all but flew straight to Haruhi and Mira, grabbing Haruhi’s shoulder and Mira’s wrist as he leaned in close to them. “Don’t you worry Haruhi. We’re determined to keep your secret, no one will find out that you’re really a girl during tomorrow’s physical exams! So please, promise you’ll stay our beloved secret princesses?” He rushed out. Mira and Haruhi both blinked at him, confused but honestly not questioning his weird behavior, “Sure.” They told him. Mira wasn’t exactly a secret though so she was confused why she had to agree but what ever makes her Tama happy.

“You know what?” Hikaru started, looking at his brother, “I think both of us would be pretty peeved if we had to watch all the guys flirt with her.” Kaoru nodded his head, crossing his arms infront of his chest, “Then that settles it.” They said, turning to face yet another mysteriously placed white board. Mira shook her head with a sigh as she read the words ‘Operation: Conceal Haruhi’s Gender’ written across it.

Tamaki pointed at the white board, the boys standing at attention infront of him, “Listen up squad members! At tomorrow’s physical exams, position yourselves at formation A. And then, wait for your orders.” He instructed. “Yes, sir!” The twins saluted, Honey clapping excitedly at the mission. Haruhi and Mira were looking at eachother, trying to find out why they were so invested in keeping Haruhi’s gender a secret. Haruhi brought her fist up, tapping it into her other palm, “I got it!” She said, getting the boys attention, “You guys are worried cause if they find out I’m really a girl i can’t be a host and therefore we can’t repay our debt!” She stated, her sister nodding her head with what she was saying. Haruhi turned towards the window, her sister helping her calculate the remaining balance of their debt.

“Our balance is five million, three hundred and thirty three thousand, three hundred and thirty two yen.” She told her sister, checking if her math was correct. Once she concluded it was from Mira, they turned back to the boys, both girls putting their hands on their hips, “Well. Guess we’re going to have to come up with another way to pay you guys back.” Haruhi concluded, Mira nodding her head in  agreement, shrugging her shoulders as she fiddled with the bow on her waist. Both girls started laughing to themselves, not noticing the panic they’ve thrown their boys into.

Kyoya wouldn’t admit it, but he also felt a little panic, not wanting Mira to have to leave the club. The twins turned to Tamaki, “Do something! The subjects doesn’t appear to have any motivations!” They cried to him. Tamaki sighed, “Why’d we get stuck with such difficult heroines?” He asked himself, trying to think of a plan. He pointed at the girls, “Are you two saying that you hate being hosts?! That you hate this club?!” He questioned dramatically. Both girls thought about it. “To be honest, yes.” “Not really, I like it here.” They stated at the same time.

Mira’s answer calmed the boys down a little bit until they processed Haruhi’s answer. Tamaki turned ghostly white again, immediately finding his way to his emo corner to sulk. Mira, almost as an instinctual move, walked over to him. Tamaki leaned his head on her bare thigh as her hand ran through his hair, seeking out her comfort. Haruhi scratched the back of her neck at her sisters stern look, Mira trying to get the girl to have a little more sympathy. “I mean you guys aren’t bad, but if it gets out that I’m a girl there’s nothing we can do, you know?” She said, Mira nodding sheepishly from where she stood, still playing with Tamaki’s hair.

“They don’t seem to care one way or the other!” Hikaru said, “Well before we do anything else, we have to find a way to motivate them.” Kaoru finished for him. All boys stood thinking until Mori and Kyoya spoke up. “Fancy tuna.” Mori stated, Kyoya following along, “Cake pops.” Both girls’ eyes widened, Mira’s hand pausing in Tamaki’s hair. “Oh that’s right.” He started saying, turning to look at them both with the slyest look on his face, “You two didn’t get a chance to eat any during last chapters party. Did you?” Both girls looked at the boys shocked. Mira furrowed her brows, thinking to herself.

Would they really go so far as to blackmail us with something so ridiculous?

Yes. Yes they would.

“Did you hear that?” Hikaru ‘whispered’ to his twin, “She’s never eaten fancy tuna before.” Kaoru nodded his head, “And Kitten hasn’t had a cake pop in so long, isn’t that sad? Talk about a difficult childhood.” He said. Honey nodded, playing subtly with Usa-chan, “If only Haru-chan and Mimi-chan could stay in the host club, they’d have the chance to eat all sorts of yummy things whenever they wanted!” He said. Kyoya and Mori both nodded, a present smirk on Kyoya’s face as he locked eyes with Mira, who moved to her sister’s side, gripping her blazer tightly.

Haruhi waved them off, her voice shaky, “What are you talking about? Don’t be silly! Just cause we’re poor and I’ve never had it doesn’t mean we’re so gluttonous that we’d go one fooling everyone about my gender just to have the treats.” She said, trailing off. It was silent for a bit until Mira spoke up, a heavy blush on her cheeks at the shame of being bribed this easily, “…Are we really gonna get to eat them?” She asked softly. The boys instantly cheered at them, happy to have the girls along with the plan.

Mira walked over to Kyoya as they carried on explaining the plan to Haruhi. She gently gripped his blazer, blush still a little prominent on her face, “If you wanted me to stay so badly you could have asked.” She complained, still a bit embarrassed at having fallen to their blackmail so quickly. Kyoya smirked, “Trust me, Kitten. There is nowhere I’d be that I wouldn’t want you by my side.” He smooth talked her. The poor girl whined just loud enough for Kyoya to hear as she hid her face in his bicep, whining a little bit more at the sound of his soft chuckles.

“By the way, tomorrow I set aside a doctor for you to have your physical away from possible peeps. I will guide you there myself.” He told her. Mira smiled before deciding on what to stay, “And what of your peeping eyes?” She asked him, quiet enough so that just the two of them could hear. Kyoya stopped writing in his notebook, giving her his full attention. “Are you telling me you want my eyes on you, Kitten?” He asked. The corner of her mouth irked upwards a bit as she looked up to meet his eyes, “I always want your eyes on me. In any way I can have them.” She whispered to him before she turned her back to him, walking back over to her sister. Kyoya gave a subtle clear of his throat, shifting his stance a bit as he calmed his slowly increasing problem. He shook his head as he watched her walk away, his eyes tracing every inch of her stature. ‘Such a little minx.’ He thought to himself going back to writing what he was before.

The next morning

Mira, adorned in a sleeveless baby blue turtleneck, white jeans and baby blue flats, was in class with Tamaki and Kyoya. She sat on Tamaki’s desk, humming to herself as she made little paper cranes for him as he talked with Kyoya, whose hand has been rubbing up and down her calf gently. They all quieted down when a faculty member’s voice came across the speakers, “We will begin physical examinations shortly. All students please proceed to the clinic in your respective school building.” Mira sighed as the two boys stood. Tamaki thanked her for the cranes, kissing her cheek before helping her off his desk. She smiled at her boys as both of them linked an arm with one of hers, joining their fellow students in the hallways.

“How do you think your little mission is gonna go, Tama?” She asked him. She wasn’t really paying attention to them when they explained the roles and whatnot, so she didn’t know what it all entailed. Tamaki smiled at her, “Oh just you watch Kitten, it’ll be a grand scheme!” He announced, smiling to himself as she laughed.

They reached the clinic, Tamaki leaving the two to go set up whatever he had to set up. Kyoya tugged her gently, “Are you ready?” He asked her softly. She smiled up at him and nodded, wanting to get her physical over with before her sisters class joined them. She opened up to Kyoya a bit on their walk into class that morning about why she appreciated his private doctor so much. She’s never been a big fan of doctors due to a traumatic experience with a male doctor when she was a little bit younger. “Will you stay close?” She asked him. Kyoya nodded, “As close as they’ll allow me, Kitten.” She sighed softly, nodding her head as Kyoya took her hand and led her to a more private area. He opened a separate door that led into an office, nodding his greeting to the female doctor waiting for them. “Mira this is Dr. Yamaguchi, she is from one of my families many hospitals.” He introduced them.

Mira felt a little better that it was a female, her nerves slowly disappearing. The doctor smiled gently at Mira, moving to shake her hand, “Pleasure to meet you, dear. If you will, please disrobe yourself behind that curtain.” She instructed. “Is it alright if Kyoya stays?” Mira asked the doctor, both Kyoya and her looking at Mira a little shocked. Mira was battling with herself all morning on if she should ask, but she felt a lot better with him near her, and he wouldn’t see much seeing as she would be in a bath robe for modesty. The doctor nodded her head, “If it makes you comfortable, of course.” She said with a smile before turning to prep what she needed to.

Mira looked up at Kyoya, silently asking him if he’d stay with her. He gently squeezed her hand and nodded his head before closing the door, letting her know he wasn’t leaving anytime soon. She gave him one of her precious close eyed smiles before accepting the bathrobe from the doctor, moving behind the curtain to change out of her current outfit.

Kyoya was thankful he was great at keeping his true feelings masked. This girl was spinning his head like a tea cup ride. He clasped his hands together in his lap, his thoughts running wild at the thought that she was completely nude less than ten feet away from him. The satisfaction he felt that she wanted him there, she wanted him to be so close because it made her feel safer fueled his ego so much. He was lucky the doctor was here, not knowing for certain if he had enough restraint to not indulge in his sinful thoughts. All it took was one breeze of the curtain and he would see her. From her head, to her large breasts, perfect for cupping, down her plush stomach to her full ass and thighs. He would lose his absolute mind if he ever got to see her in such a manner.

Mira wasn’t faring any better behind the curtain. As she stripped her clothes she willed herself to calm down, to erase the thoughts of him pulling away the curtain to descend upon her vulnerable form. She wanted his eyes on her, she wanted his hands on her, his mouth, every part of him she wanted to have in contact with herself. She cursed her lewd brain, feeling embarrassed that she was having these thoughts with him in the same room. With a stranger in the room, it helped her calm down and by the time she tied the bathrobe and neatly folded her clothes she willed her racing heart to slow its pace.

Dr. Yamaguchi smiled at her as the curtain opened. Once Mira put her clothes on the chair next to Kyoya, the doctor helped her sit up on the examination table, being kind enough to explain everything she was going to do. Mira felt her hands shaking a bit, still on edge around a doctor. Kyoya took notice and silently stood, walking over to her and lacing his fingers with hers. She smiled gratefully at him, squeezing his hand.

“Alright, Ms. Fujioka, I’m simply going to listen to your heartbeat, so if you will when I say so take a deep breath for me.” The doctor instructed. She lifted the end of the stethoscope, pulling away the edges of Mira’s bathrobe to place the cold metal against her warm skin above her heart.

Kyoya swore his heart stopped. From where he stood, being taller than Mira’s sat form, he got a perfect glimpse of the top of her breast, the bathrobe stopping just short of exposing her nipple to the air. He swallowed his spit his hand unconsciously squeezing Mira’s again. She looked up at him, thinking he was trying to get her attention when she took notice of his state. If she was honest with herself, it gave her such a confidence boost that someone as powerful and contained as Kyoya Ootori looked ready to devour her by the mere sight of her bare skin.

When the doctor was finished with her physical, the more intimate aspects being done with Kyoya facing the wall, he helped her hop off of the table, his hands feeling at home around the subtle rolls of her waist. The doctor told her she was in perfect health, easing a bit of her worries. She shook hands with Mira and nodded farewell to Kyoya before taking her leave to give the results to the school for documentation. “Well, all that’s left is to get dressed so we can meet with Tamaki and see his silly plan to action.” He told her. Mira nodded, turning her back to go retrieve her clothes. She was being oddly quiet, her mind running up and down on if what she was about to offer was a good idea.

Kyoya turned and moved to leave the room, “I’ll wait outside for you to change. I’ll be right out the door.” He said, stopping immediately as her soft voice spoke the words he so desperately had been wanting to hear. “Or…you could stay here. Just incase I need you.” She said, voice barely above a whisper.

Kyoya liked to think of himself as a gentlemen but he felt no worse than the sleaziest men when he immediately turned to face her. “You want me to stay?” He asked as he slowly stalked closer to her, “Think of what you’re asking, Mira.” He said, foregoing the use of her nickname to relay the severity of her ask. She felt her breath shake as he stood toe to toe with her, her eyes locked up at his. “I know what I’m asking. I know what I’m setting into stone with this.” She told him. “If I have read the signs wrong you may leave the room and we can forget it ever happened, but I like to hope that every sign I’ve given you in the last 45 minutes had been mutual.” She told him.

Kyoya felt his heart soar at her words. Both of them seeking the consent they needed to understand that while this would change them, it is a change they were both welcoming. Kyoya decided to not talk, to let his actions relay his answer for her. He reached his hand up, fingertips brushing against her upper thigh as he stopped it just above the sash that held her robe together. Mira nodded her head at him, the final expression he needed to know that she wanted this. He slowly untied the bow she tied it into, his breath picking up as the sash fell apart. He lifted his hand up, gently cupping her cheek, their eyes staying locked on one another as his other hand moved to her shoulder, slowly sliding the fabric off her shoulder, his ears picking up on the soft sound of the robe hitting the floor.

He let his eyes move down, a deep sound of want leaving his throat as he looked at her body. His hand moved from her shoulder to rest on her ribcage, just below her breast, his thumb running over the warm skin. His thumb brushed over her nipple as his eyes made it down to the spot he so desired. She was well groomed, obviously maintaining her hygiene as much as she maintained her appearance. He felt his mouth practically water at the sight of her core hidden away as she squeezed her thighs together.

His eyes snapped up to hers when the smallest, quietest moan left her lips, his thumb gently gliding up and down over her nipple. At that moment Kyoya’s resolve snapped. He pressed her up against the examination table, his lips instantly finding hers as he kissed her. His arm wrapping around her bare waist, holding her body close to his. He lifted her up, setting her onto the table, her legs easily parting to make room for him.

Mira felt she could fall apart, her hands found their place at the base of his hair, tugging gently at the strands on the back of his neck as they kissed. Kyoya devoured her sounds, wanting to keep them to himself for the time being. Mira could barely think straight as she tried to squeeze her thighs together yet again, trying to assist the tingle of want that ran through her body, pooling at her core. She knew she wasn’t ready to fully have sex with him but for what she had of him at the moment, she was content.

Kyoya was in the same boat. He pressed his growing erection up against her thigh, groaning into her mouth as they pulled away from their kiss, their foreheads resting against one another. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered to her, his hand grasping the back of her neck to make her look up at him. Her eyes met his and she felt herself wanting to cry at the genuine way he looked at her. So full of adoration. So full of want. He knew she wasn’t ready at all to fully indulge himself, and the last thing he wanted to do was disrespect her. But god, he needed to release himself.

As if she knew if his inner battle, she let her hand move to the waistband of his slacks, her thumb dipping beneath it dangerously, “I don’t know if I want you to have me yet…but I wish to help you.” She told him. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips, “As much as I would love that, please understand you don’t have to.” He assured her, it wouldn’t be the first time he helped himself to the thought of her. She kept eye contact with him as she made her decision, slipping her hand into his pants to wrap her fingers around the hard length hidden behind his boxers.

Kyoya let out a moan, his head falling to her shoulder the hand that wasn’t holding her thigh on his hip slapping onto the metal table, caging her into him. He didn’t think he could remember a time he felt this good. He took his hand off her thigh, pride sweeping in him as she kept it where it was, and tugged his pants down just below his boxers, his hips moving up into her hand. He gently sucked on her bare shoulder, muffling his pleasure as best he could.

Mira felt like she was on cloud nine. Being a virgin, she never did this sort of thing with anyone but with Kyoya, it just felt right. “I wanna see you..” she whispered, wanting to watch him fall apart at her touch. “Yeah?” Kyoya asked, his lips moving from her shoulder to her neck, still thrusting gently up into her hand. She nodded against his head, whining softly as his lips left her skin to stand fully. Kyoya knew they didn’t have a lot of time before a certain blonde would hunt them down so he wasted no time.

He watched the ways her eyes shined and widened at the sight of his cock. He thought her hand looked beautiful wrapped around his length, shyly stroking up and down his arousal. “I do hate to rush you but we have a certain impatient king around here that would barge in here at any moments notice.” He told her, a smile on his lips as she laughed softly, nodding as she sped up her movements. Kyoya went back to the crook of her neck, moans absorbing into her skin.

Mira was mesmerized. She has seen a man before but she never knew they could look so…pretty. She felt so confident, knowing it was her who was bringing him that pleasure. It was her he wanted so close. She gasped softly, biting her moans back as she felt Kyoya’s mouth wrap around her nipple. Her wrist sped up, the slick of his precum easily helping her glide. “You’re doing so good, darling. So good for me.” He told her, sucking gently on her breast. She wanted more. She wanted to be good for him, to make him feel good.

Kyoya was so close. He knew he wouldn’t last long, not with how she made him feel. He could feel her body reacting to him in the best way possible. He wanted her to know he didn’t have to touch her to make her unravel. “Just like that.” He instructed as he stood up fully, his eyes locking onto hers as his hand continued to assault her nipples. Her sensitivity and the cold room making them so perked up, so easy to flick around and abuse. His other hand wrapped around her hand on his cock, moving her a little bit faster, helping her bring himself to the edge.

Their foreheads stayed pressed together as they continued to pleasure eachother. Kyoya’s hushed dirty words reaching into her soul to bend her at his will. “You’re gonna make me cum, huh? Gonna have me fall apart at your touch.” Mira nodded at his words, her hips subtly moving to try and release the pressure building up inside her. Kyoya let go of her wrist as he felt that bubble quickly fill inside him, “If you don’t want me covering your hand in my cum, I suggest you stop.” He warned her. His eyes widened slightly as she sped up her movements, wrapping her legs around his waist to tug his pelvis closer to hers, the tip of his cock brushing against her lower stomach.

“I want to feel it, I wanna feel you let go as I let go. Bring me there Kyoya.” She said to him, moaning a little louder as he kissed her one last time, his fingers continuing their assault on her breasts as they both felt their pleasure peak. Kyoya came with a deep groan, keeping her hand still on his cock as he released, his warm load landing on her tummy, painting her skin with milky ropes. At the same time, Mira felt her rope snap, her back arching so perfectly as she let go, coming undone by just the touch of his hands on her chest, her thighs shaking slightly.

“That’s it..that’s a good girl, looking so beautiful coming apart for me.” Kyoya mumbled to her. They both remained in their place, not wanting to let eachother go yet. They crossed a one way bridge that had no return. They didn’t seem to want to go back, both of them wanting to run further down that bridge until they can’t run anymore.

Kyoya stood up fully, looking down at the mess he made of her body, he leaned over, grabbing a box of wipes, gently cleaning her up, soft kisses being pressed against her upper body. When she finally brought herself back with the help of his gentle words and praises, she looked up at him. Both of them silently speaking with their eyes, both understanding that this wasn’t a one time deal, they were falling. And they were falling fast.

Kyoya helped her off the table, helping her get dressed and presentable. Thankfully for both, he never went hard enough to mark her up. Once they dressed and calmed their bodies down, Kyoya checked the time. They were away for almost an hour, which means their classes physicals would be done and Haruhi’s would begin. “We should go find Tamaki.” He told her, smiling as he watched her lean on him to slip her flats back on, coming her hair neat with her fingers. “Do you think anyone heard us?” Mira asked as they opened the door, flushing slightly at the thought. They both observed their fellow students, no one standing out to be looking at them. “I think we’re clear. Now let’s go help that fool with his stupid idea.” He grumbled, smiling to himself at Mira’s laughter.

They searched around until they found Tamaki, the boy not even questioning their disappearance. As they waited for a bit, the doors opened and the first years entered the hall. Mira waved at her sister who looked entirely out of her element. She squeezed Kyoya’s hand before walking over to her sister who quickly latched onto her. “I hate all these damn rich people.” She growled, tugging Mira along after the nurse as she giggled. Both girls sweat dropped as they walked by Honey and Mori, dressed up as doctors. “Honey-senpai? Mori-senpai?” Haruhi asked. Mira sighed as they shushed them and she shook her head fondly, “You’re so obvious..” Mira mumbled.

Kyoya walked up next to the girls, his hand finding Mira’s back immediately, “I’ve got those two on standby just incase something happens.” He tells them. “Why are they in doctor disguises?” Haruhi asked, Mira nodding along to her question. She doesn’t know if she’s ever been so confused by her boys. “They’re just helping to set the mood. Disguises help make our operation feel like a real espionage mission.” He said, causing Mira to laugh softly.

She zoned out a bit as Kyoya and her sister talked, giggling as she waved to the younger kids who shyly whispered about her beauty and her academic achievements. She was brought back to her senses when a man bumped into her, causing her to stumble a bit until Kyoya steadied her, frowning at the man. “I’m terribly sorry.” He said to them before rushing away again. “No problem!” She told him with a smile, not noticing the way Kyoya looked at the man confused. “Kitten?” He said. Mira looked up at him, humming softly. “I want you to stay close with Haruhi. Okay?” He asked her, having an off feeling in his gut about something. She nodded, noticing he wasn’t playing around. She slipped her hand into his, “Are you okay?” She asked. He nodded, pressing a kiss to her head, “Just fine, darling.”

She nodded and moved to be closer to her sister, liking arms with Haruhi as they both watched in mild shock at the girls screaming for the twins who just did their brotherly love. “See girls? A rather impressive turn out today. Physical exam day is quite popular with the ladies.” He told them. “What’s wrong with the girls at this school?” Haruhi mumbled, slumping into her sister who seemed highly amused by her suffering. Mira yelped as Haruhi was whisked away, being pushed by Honey and Mori, who carried her along. She sighed, knowing there’s not much she can do about this, relaxing in Mori’s hold until he put her down.

“Mr. Fujioka, it’s time for us to take your chest measurements. Once you finish disrobing, would you please come with me?” The nurse asked. Mira stood a little nervous as the boys minus Tamaki stood behind her.

Speaking of, where is Tamaki?

She thought to herself. “Mr. Fujioka, are you ready to be measured now?” The nurse asked. Mira moved her eyes over the crowd of anxious girls to try to find Tamaki. She got her answer when the curtain pulled back to reveal her friend in a brown wig. “Yes. I’m Haruhi Fujioka.” Mira pressed her lips together, trying her best not to bust out in laughter. It was silent until some girls spoke up, “Wait..that’s Tamaki?” “There’s no denying it that’s definitely him.” “Is he cosplaying as Haruhi or something?” They wondered.

Mira finally broke as the twins doubled over, quickly spinning herself around so Tamaki couldn’t see her laughing. “I can’t believe he actually did it!” Hikaru laughed, “They recognized him, I told you they’d see right through it!” Kaoru said. Tamaki growled, snatching the wig off and running over to the twins. “You jerks! You said there was no way the girls would know it was me!” He yelled at them. “It’s payback for calling us the homosexual supporting cast.” Hikaru laughed.

Mira took this time to go comfort her sister who was less than pleased. She squatted down. Rubbing her sisters back as she seethed. Tamaki peeked into the room, “I’m sorry, they figured it out.” He said sheepishly. Haruhi turned and glared at him, causing him to scream in terror. Haruhi sighed and leaned into her sister, less angry but now just annoyed with the boys. Mira sat there smiling softly as she hugged her sister close, turning to face the sound of footsteps revealing Kyoya who gently touched Haruhi’s shoulder.

“Haruhi, ready? I went ahead and set up a separate room for you, a special boys clinic, and I have a doctor standing by sworn to secrecy similar to your sisters physical.” He told them. The twins rolled their eyes at them, “it turns out the doctors here are all on staff at one of Kyoya-senpais families hospitals.” Hikaru said, “Would have been nice if he had said something sooner.” Kaoru finished as they both shrugged. Kyoya smirked as he helped the girls up, his hand finding purchase on Mira’s hip, “I had to get my revenge too. I’m sorry, I just don’t think I’m supporting cast. Homosexual or otherwise.” He said. Mira giggled as she shook her head at him. “Such a sneak.” She said taking a peek at the girls aweing over Tamaki’s state of dismay.

Haruhi and her sister walked a little ways away to the special boys clinic Kyoya set up. “So you wanna spill what you and Kyoya did to have you each clinging to eachother?” Haruhi asked her as they walked. Mira sighed, knowing she would have to tell her sister sooner rather than later. So she confessed what they did. Haruhi wasn’t upset with her, just concerned. Mira wasn’t the most trusting and the last thing Haruhi would want is for her to let someone in just to get hurt in the end. She squeezed her sister’s hand, “As long as you’re happy and he’s treating you well, then I’m happy. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you this way, and even if it’s caused by stupid rich people, I’m happy cause I love you.” Haruhi told her. Mira smiled and hugged Haruhi tight, “Thank you, I love you, Haru.”

They finished talking as they reached the room, knocking softly as they entered. “Hello, mister and miss Fujioka. I’ve been made aware of your situation, if you wouldn’t mind disrobing for me over behind that curtain. “Sure.” Haruhi said, bringing her sister into the room too.

Back at the clinic

“I’m telling the truth!” A girl cried. Kyoya, Honey and Mori turned once they heard her. “One of the doctors grabbed me by my shoulder. He tried to make a pass at me! I’ve never been so scared.” She said, being comforted by a nurse.

“I had a feeling this might happen.” Kyoya said as the twins and Tamaki joined them. “What do you mean?” Honey asked him. “A bit earlier today, Kitten and I saw a strange man, wearing a lab coat but clearly not one our hospitals doctors and I thought he was a little odd.” The twins deadpanned at him, “Shouldn’t you have said something sooner?” They asked him. Kyoya shrugged, “Well it’s no big deal, I’m sure the security guard will catch him.” He told them before they listened to the wailing girl again. “Did you see where the pervert doctor went?” Security asked her, “Yes, sir. He ran off towards the special boys clinic.” She told them. The boys immediately went rigid, running off in the direction of Haruhi and Mira, fear running through them all.

Back with the girls, they conversed softly as Haruhi undressed. She slipped her button up off, Mira helping her fold it neatly, knowing her sister would just drop it on the floor. Mira went stone cold at the sound of the curtain drawing, gasping softly at the man who entered where they were. “Excuse me.” Haruhi said, Mira helping cover her from his view. The man gasped, rushing towards them and covered both their mouths. “It’s not what you think, please just keep quiet.” He begged.

“Haruhi! Mira!” Tamaki yelled, “Tama-chan kick!” He yelled, kicking the man in the face, sending him into the wall. Mira held her sister close, both in awe at what he just did. “One.” The twins said, “Good looks that attract the public eye.” Kyoya stepped behind Mira, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Two. More wrath than you can imagine.” Honey and Mori joined them, “Three. A chivalry that will never be able to overlook,” Mori started, “The hideous wickedness of this world.” Honey finished. Mira noticed how serious they looked, feeling chills run up her spine. Tamaki draped his button up over Haruhi, shielding her body, “That’s what makes up the Ouran host club.” He said. “We’re here. Watch out.” They finished, sending the man into a fit a fear.

“Please don’t hurt me, spare me my life!” He begged as he bowed to them. Mira shook her head, her boys were so weird. She stood with the boys as the man told them his life story. She felt sympathy, having your wife and daughter leave you for your addictions was troubling, and a burden she wouldn’t wish upon anyone. “I know I’m terrible at managing our money, and I can’t say no to anyone. I don’t blame them for being tired of constantly living in debt.” The doctor said, hanging his head in shame, “But I wanted to see my daughter one more time, so I came here. After being pelted by rain and wandering the streets I made it to your school. When I entered I was mistaken for a doctor here to examine students.” Mira sighed, “Well of course you’re wearing a lab coat.” She mumbled as the twins said it loudly.

“And then it happened. When I tried asking a girl about my daughter she started screaming and before I knew it there were all sorts of people chasing me!” He cried, Tamaki immediately sobbing with him, “That’s so sad!” He wailed along with him. “Dr. Yabu, I think you may have the wrong place. Are you looking for Ouran public school?” Kyoya asked him. The doctor nodded, “Yeah, that’s right.” Kyoya nodded, “I figured that might be the case. This is Ouran Academy, a private institution, your daughter doesn’t go to school here.” He bluntly stated. Mira gently hit his chest, “Be a little nicer Kyo, he’s hurting.” She whispered to him.

The twins immediately started berating the poor man. “That’s pretty sad. You don’t even know what school your daughter goes to?” Hikaru started, “I bet your relationship is messed up because you don’t pay enough attention to her, not because of some stupid debt.” Kaoru said. Honey smiled up at Kyoya, “Wow, Kyo-chan! I’m impressed you figured out he had the wrong school.” He smiled. Kyoya shrugged, “Well there’s no way the daughter of such a small time doctor would ever be able to get into Ouran academy.” He bluntly stated. Mira and Haruhi both looked at him, Mira yet again hitting his chest.

“Kyoya.” Tamaki said, bringing the attention back to him, “Would you please find a map of all the public schools in the area? I’d like to help this man find his daughter.” He said sincerely. Mira smiled softly as Kyoya agreed. Thats the thing she loved about Tamaki, even with his childish nature, he always put the welfare and hopes of others before himself. A selfless man. She loves and respects him so much for it.

Mira checked on Haruhi, making sure she was alright before hugging her close. They all watched and waved as the man bowed in thanks before walking off to continue his search for his daughter. “Are you sure about this?” Hikaru asked, “After all, even if he does find her, there’s no guarantee she’ll want to talk to him.” Kaoru said. Tamaki sighed, “Well then, that’s something he’ll have to find out for himself.” They watched for a bit until Haruhi spoke up, “I’m sorry about this you guys, but could you please leave?” She asked. Mira laughed softly, resting her head on her sister’s shoulder as the boys gasped, “Haruhi? You’re not still angry with me are you? You two aren’t thinking of quitting the host club are you?!” Tamaki asked dramatically.

Both girls laughed and shook their heads, “Don’t be stupid, senpai, I’ve just gotta finish my physical exam. As a male student of course.” Haruhi said to them. “And we’re not doing this cause you’re bribing us with food. We’re doing it to pay back our debt.” She stated. Mira found she enjoyed the smiles the boys gave them. She locked eyes with Kyoya, their smiles meaning a little more to eachother than anyone else’s. She jumped slightly as Haruhi was tackled into a hug by Tamaki, the room erupting into chaos. “You’re so cute Haruhi! I can see right through you, I know you’re just after that fancy tuna!” He gushed. “Cut it out! Ahh, don’t touch me there!” Haruhi yelled at him. Mira sighed for the millionth time, trying to tug him off her sister. “Red card!” The twins yelled, “Looks like Tamaki-senpai is the real pervert.” Mira giggled happily as she kept tugging, Tamaki not budging a bit until her sister yelled at them all, “Who cares, would you guys just get out of here?!”

Mira decided then and there that she wouldn’t trade her boys in for anything or anyone in the world, and after a long time, she’s letting her heart tug more and more people closer. Who knows how it’ll end for her.

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ꨄ︎ JUJUTSU KAISEN (main fandom):

- Gojo Satoru - Itadori Yuji - Megumi Fushiguro - Suguru Geto - Kento Nanami - Toge Inumaki - Toji Fushiguro - Ryomen Sukuna (smut or au requests only pls…he has no feelings, sorry not sorry) - Choso Kamo

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- Kyoya Ootori - Tamaki Suoh - Haruhi Fujioka (platonic only please)

[pilindiel]

Random, but I'm surprised no one's written smut about that one Kyokao scene in the manga where Kyoya wakes up with Kaoru in his bed. Like the whole scene and the dialogue itself (ESPECIALLY Kyoya scolding Kaoru at the end) is like it was written for fans to make another ending if you know what i mean 😭

I am ALMOST positive I read something like that eons ago when I first wrote the KyoKao fanfic rec list, but it was on FF.net so I cannot guarantee it still exists anymore (or if we'll ever be able to find it again).

That being said, I am creating a list of fics to write later in the year when I quit my job so if you have a request...♡(>ᴗ•)

Edit: saw some folks reblog that fanfic rec list and it hasn't been updated in a million years, so please take it with a grain of salt!!