AN: Thank you everyone for your words of encouragement! This is a completed fic that I experimented on a few years ago and only got the courage to publish it recently. Needless to say, I was highly discouraged upon receiving a horribly negative review! I had half a mind to delete it but your kind words really helped me regain my courage. Thank you again! Hope you enjoy it!
Warnings: Smut.
Ranka came home that night to find his precious daughter sitting aimlessly at the dining table. "Haruhi, what's wrong?"
"Huh?" Haruhi was shaken out of her reverie. "No, nothing's wrong. Just thinking about some things in my new school."
"Tell me about it!" Ranka exclaimed excitedly, sitting himself down at the table opposite her. "Is it a boy?"
Well, yes, but he's not interested in me 'that' way. Actually, on second thought, yes, he is interested in me 'that' way, except that it's worse than the usual 'that' way… "No, it's not!" She replied. "I was just thinking about how different their world is from us."
Ranka's mood sobered a little. How fast his little girl was growing up! And it was a lie if he said that he didn't feel a little frustrated at not being able to give his little princess the best things in life. She deserved all the gold and silver in the world and so much more! Talk about pearls before swines!
He sighed. "You, my darling daughter, are the best among the best. As long as you work hard enough, you will make it there someday too!" Unlike your uneducated father… He thought sadly.
"I know, Otousan. But I learned today that getting to the top means doing things that may be questionable or disagreeable at times. Is it really worth it? Is success all that it's made out to be?"
Ranka pursed his lips. "I don't know, Haruhi, I don't know. I know that you are a good girl with strong principles, and I really thank God every day for giving me such a wonderful, intelligent daughter like you. But at the same time, I cannot deny that, in hindsight, I wish I were a rich and powerful man; even if I had to rob and steal for it. Because if I were a rich man, I could have hired bodyguards to protect Okaasan wherever she went. If I were a powerful man, I could have demanded the best doctors in the world to heal her. I wish I could have given both Okaasan and you a better life."
Haruhi smiled and hugged her father. As expected, his love for his family was boundless. His wish to be rich was only so that he could enrich the lives of his family members, but not himself. She made a decision, there and then. She would strive to become successful, just to give her father a good life when he retired.
"I do have a good life, Otousan. So please don't say things like that! Come on, I'll run you a hot bath."
"Kyoya-senpai, can I have a moment?" Haruhi stopped by Kyoya's work desk just before she left the Host Club.
"Sure." Kyoya shut his laptop and led her into an empty meeting room before locking the door behind him to prevent eavesdroppers.
"I've thought about your… proposition." Haruhi said hesitantly. "And I have a counter-offer of sorts, if you're willing."
"I'm listening." Kyoya pulled out a black notebook and started taking notes.
"Instead of the 4 months you offered, I'll be your fluffer for the next 20 months, meaning until your graduation. In return, I ask that in addition to repaying my debt, you will also take me under your wing and teach me everything you know about the business world."
Kyoya's eyes widened in surprise. That was not only a bargaining chip that he had not considered, but also a very valuable one.
Haruhi pushed on, unwilling to back down in case she chickened out halfway. "I will swear lifetime confidentiality as well as sign a sworn statement that everything we do is consensual throughout the duration of our contract."
"How can you ensure that I teach you all that I know?" Kyoya muttered softly, still reeling from disbelief at the honours students' request. Perhaps he had severely underestimated her intelligence.
"Good faith, I guess. But to be honest, Kyoya-senpai, even if you only taught me half of what you know, I'll probably already be set for life."
Kyoya cracked a smile. He knew he had met his match, in every sense of the word. "Throw in a promise in good faith that you will not make me your business rival and it's a deal."
"Deal, Kyoya-senpai. Who knows, we might even make good business partners in the future." Haruhi nudged his side good-naturedly.
Kyoya caught her arm and pulled her closer to him. "You understand, of course, that I would have to 'interview' you first?"
Haruhi dropped her eyes to the floor. "I understand. What would you like me to do?"
"I'd rather not have to give directions at every turn, Haruhi."
She nodded in understanding. "Come on, then." She plucked the pen and notebook out of his hands and placed them carefully on the meeting table. Leading him to a plush office chair, she forcefully sat him down and climbed onto his lap.
"Let's continue our negotiation." She whispered as she slid a hand into his school shirt. "Any roleplay items, accessories or sex toys will be covered under your tab, not mine."
"Agreed." Kyoya breathed, marvelling at the fact that she had already included the said items into her consideration. I've got a feeling that I've just made the best deal in my life.
"Any damage to our clothing, property or person due to over-enthusiasm will also be covered by your tab." She murmured into his neck, causing goosebumps all over his body.
"I disagree." Kyoya fought through the haze in his mind to analyse all possible outcomes rationally. "Any damage caused by my enthusiasm will be borne by me. Any damage caused by your enthusiasm, however, will be added to your debt."
"Fine." The petulant answer was accompanied by an exceptionally sharp nip to his collarbone, but Kyoya did not mind it one bit. In fact, he let out a soft moan.
"Oh, do you like it rough?" Haruhi teased as she scraped her nails across his chest.
"Mmhmm." Usually, Kyoya would be hard-pressed to admit such a personal detail, but then, this was his fluffer, was she not? "You will be available to assist me at any times. I will be a priority in your life, second only to your schoolwork."
"Schoolwork comes behind family for me. I'm the only child to a single parent." Haruhi explained, digging her nails into his flesh just above the hips.
"I understand. Second only to schoolwork and familial obligations then. But I expect you to be reasonable. Extra credit work or simple household chores should not be an excuse." Kyoya had stopped staying passive and was now reaching under Haruhi's oversized shirt to grope at her chest.
"Agreed. In the same manner, I expect you to make mentoring me a serious responsibility, if not a priority. I know that you are a busy man, so you will be excused for schoolwork and business dealings; but don't use a golf game with some CEO's grandson's neighbour just to avoid me."
"Understood." He rubbed at her nipples interestedly, wondering if she would elicit a response for him. "You do have breasts."
"Of course I do, I'm still a girl after all." She squirmed at his touch, wondering if he was going to pleasure her in return in the future as well, or if it was going to be a one-way sort of thing. "Are we going to set ground rules about the sex part?"
"I intent to avoid penetrative sex as long as possible. But if – just if – we come to a point that we agree to have sex, you will agree to a hormone injection to prevent pregnancy. I will pay for it, of course." His hand slipped further south, unbuckling the large baggy trousers that sat on her hips.
"That's alright with me, as long as I'm given a proper consultation with an independent doctor beforehand." Haruhi replied, feeling Kyoya's fingers roaming over her privates, as if mapping it for future reference.
Kyoya nodded. He respected her for taking charge of her own body. He felt a tinge of wetness amongst her folds and felt his erection grow tenfold. This is even better than Viagra, he thought. Rubbing the folds of her flesh, he suddenly felt the desire to taste her. "I will try my best to pleasure you in return, but you can opt to not receive it. I will stop once you say so."
"I appreciate that." Haruhi bit her lip in slight embarrassment when she felt herself growing wetter and wetter underneath his touch. "This will not be a binding clause but I do ask that you do not misuse the contract to demand sex or release when you do not actually have clients waiting."
Kyoya abruptly sat her on the meeting table and removed her pants. Pulling his chair closer to her, he wrapped her legs around his neck and buried himself in her groin. "I will endeavour not to, although try to keep in mind that I'm just a teenage boy." He stuck his tongue out to taste the wetness flowing from her. "This may be a selfish request, but please allow me a give you a makeover. You may choose to dress up as a ragamuffin in school if you like, but I would like to see your more attractive side when we're alone."
"I don't mind. As I said earlier, everything I wear in your presence is under your expense." Haruhi fought the urge to swoon as he lapped up all her juices enthusiastically, causing even more fluid to flow out of her disobedient orifice. "Oh god." She moaned, unwittingly tightening her legs around his neck to keep him in position.
Kyoya was surprised when he felt the added pressure around his neck. He had not meant to bring her to an orgasm, he really just wanted a taste out of curiosity. He couldn't help that her fluids were gleaming at him, could he? In any case, Kyoya was more than willing to comply. Perhaps he would learn how to pleasure a female body during this experience too. He sucked on her clit, which had seemed to swell in size compared to when he first saw it.
"Kyoya-senpai…" Haruhi was moaning needily. "More."
He released her clit and pressed his tongue flat against it, feeling it shudder against his sensitive tastebuds. Then, he started sweeping his tongue across it in big, long strokes. Again and again, he swept his tongue across the enlarged nub, occasionally using the tip of his tongue to draw small circles around it. Her deathly grip tightened around his neck, and before he knew it, his face was being pressed into her groin and her fluids were getting smeared all over his face as she slowly came down from her high.
Kyoya straightened himself and used a handkerchief to wipe his face clean. Looking at the size of the erection he was now sporting, he looked at Haruhi. "You got the job, Haruhi."
Haruhi blushed, finally realising that she had just gotten off being eaten out by her senpai. "Thank you. Do you want me to return the favour?"
Kyoya shook his head. "I don't have a client waiting now. And if anything, you should always remember to not let me finish."
Haruhi fixed her clothing and got off the table. "I'll see you tomorrow then, Kyoya-senpai."