It's been awhile since I wrote on of these, so here is Renge and Kyoya, half of the request from sgtkillerkitten. I intend to fill the rest of the requests up when I am able. And I hope you enjoy!
Renge greedily opened up a new game that was sent through the mail to her. Just looking at it made her happy enough to eat three bowls of rice. She would tell the boys but she doubted Haruhi would approve, especially since he told her that getting to know real people was better. But she couldn't help it, she just loved these games.
But of course the boys found out anyway, or at least one did.
Renge sat on her large machine, watching the boys woo the girls with skeptical eyes. That stupid phony prince, Tamaki just granted on her nerves sometimes.
"Renge," Kyoya's cool voice ran like water down her spine, sending shivers under her skin. She couldn't help it, he reminded her too much of her favorite video game character. She turned and looked over at him with a vague expression.
"Yes Kyoya?"
"I see you bought another game."
Renge frowned, "How do you know?"
"You used the Hosts Clubs Budget."
Oh…yea. Renge had forgotten about that.
"And this one seems more questionable then you're other games."
Renge turned red; the game she bought contained some smut.
"Your point," she pushed out her bottom lip.
"Don't you remember what Haruhi told you?"
"Of course,"
"Then maybe you shouldn't indulge yourself so much in these games." he said coolly.
Renge glared at him, "You only care because it took money from your 'Budget'."
"Maybe if you understood real life a little better than you would understand the importance of this budget," His glasses flashed at her as she felt her anger rile up. Renge needed to go cosplay or something, anything to get her to calm down.
"Whatever," Renge stomped away and avoided Kyoya the rest of the day.
Late that night….
Renge rushed into the school; she had left a few of her cosplay outfits here and wanted to take them to her house. The hallways were dark with only the crescent moon as light to spill in the large windows. Her flip flops echo on the polished floor as her violet skirt and white shirt wave a little with the force of her running.
She gets to the music room and takes five steps before freezing. She's not alone.
"Kyoya," she pants, "What are you doing here?"
"I was putting together some new pictures of the boys," he says in that cool voice before looking up, "What are you doing here?"
"I left some of my things."
"Alright, go get them and leave."
Renge takes two steps before stopping again, "I need to apologize first," she turns, brushing her hair behind her ear.
"About?"
"Using the budget without your permission, I should have asked first," Or at least used her money.
Kyoya stands, silhouetted in the moonlight, "It seems you need another lesson on life," he walks toward Renge with ease before he grabs her wrist and pulls her forward so she stumbles against his chest. Her eyes go wide, what's going on?
"You do not seem to understand that reality is better than a smut game," his other hand reaches for her chin and brings her lips to his.
Renge pushes away, "What are you doing!" why was her heart racing so quickly?
"Teaching you a lesson," he smiled.
"What lesson could these possibly teach me?" she made sure to keep the distance between them as far apart as her arms allowed. But her arms were nothing against his strength as he moved toward her. To outsmart him she moved back without him but gasped out in surprise when the wall hit her back. He closed the distance, her arms folding up against him like noodles as his arms wrapped around her waist and he leaned down to bit at her ear. Shivers coursed down her skin as his breath whispered on her ear.
"Pleasure is better in person."
Renge was pretty sure her entire body had turned red with that sentence, "Kyoya," she breathed out quickly as she felt his leg slid between hers, "This isn't a good idea," he lifted his leg so it rubbed against her.
She shuddered, her limbs going weak. He ran his mouth down her neck, nibbling and sucking as his hands slipped under her shirt and caressed her hips, her breath hitched, kicking up a notch.
Her hands rest on his chest and she tried to push him away, "No," she pants as her fingers knot up in his shirt.
"What was that?"
"This is bad."
"Is it?"
She couldn't seem to answer as his hand trailed up and he ran his fingers right under her bra. Her head tilted back with a shudder of raw pleasure while his other hand slid up her spine and unclasped the hook.
He was taking off her shirt and bra in a matter of seconds.
Renge went bright red as her arms unhooked themselves from Kyoya's shirt and wrapped around her chest, "Kyoya!" she protested with embarrassment.
He didn't respond though, instead he kissed her. It was a gentle, soft kiss that seemed to tremble with desire. Renge couldn't tell if it was all an act, or he really wanted her so fiercely, nonetheless she lost her fight.
She returned the kiss worth all her might, passion bubbling as their tongues ran against each other. She pulled off his shirt next before wrapping her arms around his chest. This time, he shuddered. He cupped her breast with one on his hands, running his thumbs over the center, causing the nipples to pucker in arousal before he bent down and took her breast within his mouth, his tongue causing electric pulses of pleasure to course through her body, moans escaping her mouth. He moved her to the floor gently and Renge could feel the hard bulge between his legs pushing against her.
She snapped out of the moment, "Wait, wait. Kyoya, I haven't done this before."
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle."
"But what if I get pregnant?"
He paused, looking up at her, "It's taken care of Renge."
She blushed even redder, "You carry protection around?"
This time, just the slightest shade of pink, he blushed, not answering her question. Renge felt her heart beat unsteadily in her chest at the sight of Kyoya blushing. Possibly the rarest sight she had ever seen. Slowly she reached up and took off his glasses, his silver eyes staring straight through her soul. She put the glasses aside and reached up, entrapping him in more smoldering kisses. His hand ran up her thigh, causing her to shiver, he unzipped his pants and paused for a moment to put on protection before pulling her panties down and casting them beside his glasses.
He leaned forward, his tip pressing against Renge's entrance. She braced herself as he gently lowered himself in. The pain was instant, but Renge clenched her teeth and fought it, encouraging him to continue till he was fully buried inside her. He panted with the effort to keep still as Renge adjusted to the new sensation.
She wiggled her hips and he gasped, "Please don't," he didn't want to lose control.
"It's alright Kyoya. This is what I have been waiting for, the moment you and I became one. Please don't hold back."
So he didn't, he began to thrust, Renge meeting with him with each movement, her moans echoing through the room as Kyoya grunted above her. That when he suddenly changed position, swinging Renge up to her knees with Kyoya behind her. He grabbed her arms and penetrated her again.
Renge gasped at the new sensation, each thrust hitting her deeper than before as she arched her back for more. It was messing up her insides, it was hitting her womb, it was driving her crazy. She was begging for more and he was giving it to, reaching around her to tease her clit, bringing her to the edge before he followed her.
They collapsed on the floor, covered in sweat and filled with a content feeling.
"So did it work?" Kyoya asked her, his silver eyes staring into hers.
"Did what work?"
"The lesson?"
She blushed as she remembered the whole reason this started, slapping him playfully on his arm, "I don't have to answer to you!" she shouted with her bottom lip pushing out. Kyoya leaned forward and nibble her lip before pulling back with a heart-melting smile.
"That's good to hear."
I don't feel as though this was a good as my others, but nonetheless I enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoyed reading another lemon.
