A/N: Yes, it has been a ridiculous amount of time; however I have a buffer of almost *twenty* chapters now, so you can expect at least bi-weekly updates until I'm caught up, or unless my mental health takes another bad turn. However my newest med change has been absolutely fantastic, I have so much more energy and motivation and creativity again; I am truly hopeful that there won't be any more years-long breaks, or even months-long ones, although of course, I can make no promises.
Well, last week had been a right fiasco; and he hadn't been able to increase Haruhi's debt by much – the police uniforms hadn't been that expensive and she'd actually been paid for babysitting Kirimi. But Nekozawa and Kirimi were reconciled now, finally, which meant less trouble for him. However, as he was doing the budget on his computer, the twins were manhandling his pet, but even though she was being aggravated with it, it wasn't really bothering her, so he let it continue, only to remind them of the fact that if they kept up with the loud arguing, it might wake Honey-senpai.
Kyōya smirked as they immediately hid behind one of the lounges. 'That shut them up fast.'
Haruhi in no way believed the total bullshit tale told about Honey-senpai destroying a U.S. Military base just because some person woke him up. Sure there was a chance that he just woke up in a horrid temper, but seriously, having an "evil split personality"? Tsk, as if. That was the most ridiculous lie Tamaki-senpai had told as of yet, and she couldn't believe that anybody else was falling for it.
Finding out that Honey-senpai had the same blood type as Kyōya-senpai, however.. Well, that was a true shock. Kyōya-senpai was so delightfully wicked, and Honey-senpai seemed so, well, sweet and innocent! She definitely didn't have a problem with her beloved senpai's blood type – just the fact that Honey shared it with him! ...Was Honey-senpai the one in charge of his friendship/relationship with Mori-senpai?
Looking objectively at things, it actually really did seem that way, with how Mori-senpai catered to his every whim usually. The way that Mori-senpai seemed to revolve his entire existence around Honey-senpai was quite telling, after all.
...Huh. That was an interesting "development", but ultimately not her business. Just look at herself and her own beloved senpai, after all; nobody would suspect if they didn't already know, that he owned and controlled her: mind, body, and soul.
Then the twins and Tamaki had the most idiotic idea to make her wear a freaking bunny onesie, which was just beyond no. Haruhi was not doing that. Ever. Not even for Kyōya-senpai. Not only was it ridiculous, but there was no way that Honey-senpai would be "tricked" by that bullshit.
What was wrong with these people?! Except for Mori-senpai – possibly, as he did still go along with everything – and Kyōya-senpai – who was just in it for the drama and amusement – they were all insane and over-the-top!
Especially when Mori-senpai seriously cleared the mess up with such a childish excuse as that Usa-chan had wanted some tea. Which, Haruhi did have to admit, was kind of adorable, despite the absolutely filthy look that Honey-senpai had given the others for Usa-chan getting dirty just moments earlier.
Or maybe because of that look, hmmm…
Three days later, Haruhi commented on Honey-senpai's eating habits and – oh, guess what… he had a cavity.
As soon as she asked about his habit of constantly eating sweets.
What a coincidence…. Not. This was ridiculous. Why did shit like this always happen to her? She still swore the world was warping to suit some ridiculous plot or some shit! ...It only ever happened at Ouran. Maybe it was something about the concentration of all these capricious characters?
...Not important right now.
Anyway, so they were banning snacks and sweets from the Club until the cavity was taken care of. Which Kyōya-senpai seemed awfully pleased about… Even besides the savings in money they were going to undergo without any sweets for three days.
When he cornered her that afternoon, she soon learned why.
She was busy arching into his hands as they toyed with her breasts, squirming and shuddering; so, so close, when he suddenly gentled his movements, leaving her whimpering and looking up at him pleadingly, but he shook his head gently. "You don't lose anything by this, as you don't much like sweets or snacks anyway, and it doesn't bother you too much to turn Honey-senpai down, so I figure that to even things out, you're not allowed to orgasm until Honey is allowed sweets again, kitten. Understood?"
His voice was gentle, but firm, and she knew that this wasn't really punishment – he'd done this to her before, just never for so long! Gah, how was she going to handle days of edging?!
She whimpered and he kissed her soft and sweet, gentling her passions and letting her become less worked up before he pulled away and watched her, clearly still waiting for an answer. "Y-yes, of course, Kyōya-senpai. Kitten understands and will be a good girl."
He didn't have to worry about her touching herself, as it really did nothing for her. Even if that wouldn't be disobeying him, she still couldn't be bothered about it. Her own fingers really did absolutely nothing for her.
Oh this would be sheer torture though. Kyōya-senpai edging her had always been just for a few hours before, from lunch until after Club. So this… This would be a struggle.
"Good," He responded, kissing her sweetly again and then leaving her to gather her things and head home. At least she knew what to expect? Bah that was a stupid way to try and turn this into a positive. She adored how Kyōya never did tell her what to expect whenever he drove her over the edge. Ah! At least when he finally let her orgasm again it would be insanely good! That was more like it.
This would be a tough few days.
Ah, this was fantastic. Kyōya was saving hundreds of thousands of yen because of the lack of snacks, and on top of it all, Haruhi was beginning to get desperate, begging the absolute prettiest of pleas for more when he left her each time. It was perhaps a bit cruel of him to do this to her, but really, everyone else was being pseudo-punished because of Honey-senpai's mistake, so she shouldn't be the only one to go without being deprived of something, and this was really the only thing he could bear to deprive her of. There was no way he was going to go entirely without pleasuring her for several days.
Hell no.
Haruhi ended up noticing many strange things over the past three days, all centering around how Mori-senpai was allowing Honey-senpai to treat him so utterly deplorably, and so when Mori-senpai affirmed her suspicion – that he was punishing himself for allowing Honey-senpai to forget brushing two times (she knew the world was warping somehow, she just knew it, there was no way that skipping only two brushings would cause a cavity in any normal situation) – she was totally unsurprised, even though the twins seemed intensely shocked. Haruhi wasn't sure why they were so shocked, honestly. It was entirely in character from what she knew of Mori-senpai.
But oh! The look that Kyōya-senpai gave her when Honey-senpai came in and apologized to Mori-senpai!
It made her burn with want.
He cornered her after Club and pushed her into an alcove, pressing his body against hers and kissing her demandingly. "Good girl, kitten! You deserve a reward for stopping Honey from being a brat any more, kitten. Do you want your reward?"
She panted softly, large brown eyes blown and face flushed with desire, "P-please, Kyōya-senpai! Oh, please, yes!"
When he deftly untucked her shirt and undid her trousers, Haruhi immediately began shuddering with anticipation. Sure enough, his hand slid into her trousers and she gasped as his fingers slid over her soaked panties, rubbing and teasing over the fabric, and his other hand slid under her shirt, palming her breast and squeezing it gently. Oh, damn, it felt so good! And if she was thinking correctly, the pressure building inside of her – the pressure that had been coursing through her body twice a day for the past three days – would finally be relieved today!
Sure enough, those fingers pushed her panties aside and she cried out as his fingers slid into her, immediately building up her orgasm as they curled and thrust into her, leaving her writhing and bucking beneath his ministrations. Her body was hot and tingling, pleasure was tightening in her core, coiling and swirling as he kissed her hungrily, her moans and cries being lost into his mouth. She couldn't even keep her eyes open to watch her owner, and it took everything she had not to fall to the ground with the overwhelming pleasure he was bringing her. Fingers never happened for edging; because she just could not stop from orgasming when he fingered her (yet), the pleasure was – just like when he fucked her – simply too intense and direct to stop it from happening.
She clutched at his shoulders, arching and squirming and bucking, and finally he pulled away from her mouth and whispered, "Cum, kitten," demandingly into her ear.
The effect of his order was immediate, as he covered her mouth to muffle her scream when the coiling pleasure snapped and sent her careening over the edge. Haruhi almost blacked out, it was so intensely amazing.
When she came back to herself, Kyōya-senpai was cradling her against his chest, arms wrapped securely around her even as his fingers stroked over her skin underneath her shirt, and she was gasping for breath, soft whimpers escaping with each gasp. She clung to him as he set her back onto her feet, murmuring happily, "Thank you, thank you, thank you! Oh Kyōya-senpai that was so amazing!"
He smirked at her – which made her heart flutter – and then asked, "Amazing enough to not complain when I keep it up after this?"
"Y-yes…" She admitted with a soft blush, understanding that while he'd given her some relief for now, until Honey-senpai was fully better, he was sticking to his feeling that if everyone else was being denied something nice, she would be too – and at least he wasn't denying her everything which would be so, so much worse. She practically lived for the moments when his mouth was on hers and his hands were driving her to distraction.
Kyōya-senpai was really morose when Honey-senpai was allowed his sweets again – from what Haruhi gathered it was because of the expense in feeding the child-like student – and Haruhi would do anything to make him feel better!
So, while everyone was distracted with the girl who had confessed to Mori-senpai, and Renge, as well as with the following mob of "moe" obsessed girls, she sidled over to him and softly asked, blushing lightly, "Would you like to come over tonight, Kyōya-senpai?"
Before today, she had let him decide when to come over, wanting to save inviting him the first time for something special, and sure enough, the pleased, smoldering look in his eyes was so, so worth the wait, as he responded with a low, "Fuck yes, kitten."
She smiled and melted back into the room, more than pleased with his eagerness. He'd been over three times in the last two weeks – all of them in the week before this week – and it had been amazing to wake up in his arms each time, make him breakfast, and then leave to walk to school while his limo picked him up to drive him. He'd offered to have her driven, but she liked the walk, so that would only happen in inclement weather.
Besides, anything else would be suspicious, and for now, suspicion was to be thoroughly diverted in any way possible.
Kyōya smiled at Ranka-san when he opened the door and gave Kyōya a once-over, blandly commenting, "Oh good, you're here again. I was worried something happened."
Kyōya pushed his glasses up and shook his head, "Not between us in that manner, no, but circumstances did not allow for me to come over this past week."
He held out the bag of quality foods that he had brought as a peace offering – he thought Ranka-san might have been worried and good food was the way to his heart, much like with Haruhi. Ranka squealed and brought the food in, calling out, "Haruhi! Your man is here! He brought delicious things with him!"
She peeked out from her room – Kyōya noticed her table was littered with papers; she still studied often, doing her best to make sure she stayed at the top of her class and didn't lose her scholarship; normally he waited to come over until he was fairly sure she was finished with schoolwork and studying, but he'd wanted to treat Ranka-san today and this was the easiest way.
She blinked innocently up at him before kissing his cheek – ah, she was too adorable – and heading into the kitchen. "I'll cook dinner, dad, you go visit with Kyōya-senpai or something."
Ranka-san sent a pleading look to Kyōya and he smirked; ah that girl. "Haruhi."
She put down the vegetables she was about to chop and walked over to him, "Yes?"
He raised his eyebrow and she sighed softly "Yes, Kyōya-senpai. Never mind, dad, I need to finish my homework, you can cook tonight."
Ranka-san was grinning like an idiot at the interaction and whispered, "You're so good for her, Kyōya-kun!" before heading into the kitchen to cook their meal.
He was busy working on his own coursework when his phone rang: it was Tamaki, ugh. "Moshi-moshi? No, Tamaki, I'm busy right now and I'll be out late. I'm visiting with Ranka-san, and you know how he feels about you. Do you really want to make her father hate you even more by interrupting us? Yeah, I thought as much. I have to go. Yeah, later."
Ranka peeked out and smiled slyly at him. "What a great way to twist the truth to your own ends, Kyōya-kun, I approve!" Then he went back to cooking and Kyōya finished the last of his homework. Dinner was going to be amazing.
Dinner had been so, so wonderful, and Haruhi was utterly content right now as she watched the news with Kyōya-senpai. Dad had left to go to work a little while ago, and Kyōya-senpai wanted to check out what was going on before they headed to bed, which she was pleased to go along with. She wasn't really paying attention though, because his fingers were tracing circles along her spine, working their way up to her bra clasp and then back down. Oh he was such a tease! Haruhi adored it incredibly much!
Then, finally – finally – his fingers deftly undid her bra clasp and she was swept into strong arms and carried to her room, laid out on her futon and staring up at her senpai hungrily. His eyes flicked over her body and finally rested on her face, smirking in a way that made her feel like he was about to devour her! Oh, it was so, so incredibly sexy! "Tell me what you want, kitten."
This time she could answer properly, and her arms reached up, resting on his shoulders as she begged, "Please, Kyōya-senpai, I want you to fuck me so badly! Kitten needs it!"
Haruhi very rarely lapsed into third person (yet; maybe when she felt a bit more secure in their relationship…) but when she did, she was at her most submissive. Kyōya-senpai grinned at her and attacked her throat with lips and tongue and teeth, making her cry out and arch into him as he undid her capris and slid them down her legs for her to kick off, then tugged up her t shirt just far enough to expose her breasts. He looked down at her, and his eyes were practically glowing with desire, and she imagined how she must look – half-dressed, everything but her panties askew, flushed and panting with desire and need. It only made her blush deepen and spread down her chest as she realized how wanton she had become for this man.
How desperately she needed her senpai.
He easily read her mind and kissed along her ear, "My good little kitten, I will give you exactly what you need."
Then he tugged her shirt off of her body and slid her bra off of her arms, before attacking her breasts with his mouth and hands, his thigh grinding between her legs and her hips grinding right back. He got her right to where she was about to beg, before pulling away and kissing her lips gently, then sliding her panties off and undressing himself, which she watched avidly, with hungry eyes. Kyōya-senpai was so incredibly sexy to her, his body was pure perfection.
When he slid between her legs, her breath caught with sheer lust and desire. Then he slowly but surely pushed into her and she realized that after four days without an orgasm, she was absolutely not going to last very long. Kyōya-senpai read her mind – again – and smirked down at her, ordering softly, "Don't hold back, precious. I want you to scream for me."
Then he captured her lips and slammed the rest of the way in, and she did exactly as he wanted her to, the tension snapping and her body arching, tensing, trembling as she screamed into his mouth. He began thrusting as soon as she came, extending her orgasm to what seemed to be impossible heights.
When she finally calmed down from the intense orgasm, he was watching her with smoldering eyes and she cried out softly as he thrust back in again, her hips bucking and driving him deeper, thus starting the process all over again – until he pulled her body up against his, rolled them over, and smirked up at her, "Show me how much you love this, kitten."
Her brain stuttered to a halt, before she realized what he wanted and blushed so hard she could feel her chest heating up. But she eagerly obeyed once she recovered, resting her hands on his chest for leverage and sliding up off of him only to roughly slam back down again, causing him to hiss and groan. Oh but making him feel good was the best thing! He rarely ever let her pleasure him, but she was so, so happy that he was letting her do it now!
Up and down, roll and twist, grind him ever deeper into her body. She was keening softly by the time his hands found their way to her breasts, and he pinched her nipples roughly, which oh! Fuck! That almost made her orgasm right then and there!
"Good girl, ngh fuck. That's it, kitten."
"Ahn! K-Kyōya-senpai! F-fuck, f-feels so g-good!" She pressed her hands harder against his chest, doing as he wanted her to and proving how much she needed him, driving both herself and him closer and closer to that inexplicable edge.
"That's right, cum for me, precious."
Then the coiling pleasure inside of her finally snapped and crashed over her, leaving her thrusting harder and faster, grinding him deeper, biting back a scream of pleasure before she finally collapsed onto him. The last few thrusts had been met by him, and she felt heat spreading through her core, making her even more content and sated as she snuggled into his chest with a happy sigh. "Love you so much, senpai…"
He smiled and kissed her hair gently, "I love you just as much, pet. Now sleep."
Then he pulled the comforter over them and she fell asleep like that, laying atop him and using him as a pillow and mattress all in one, as he gently stroked his slender fingers through her hair and over her scalp. She was so incredibly happy…