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Turning Tables	By : Redbookbluebook Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 5062 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club; if I did, there would be a lot more than the UST there was. I also don't make any money off of this fic.

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After yet another long week of dealing with the Host Club, (whose members never seemed to realize what a toll they took on her) Haruhi was exhausted. She had had enough of the twins’ incessant pranks, the countless vapid girls she needed to entertain, and of course, Tamaki senpai. Tamaki and his seemingly never ending ‘commoner’ questions, puppy dog eyes, and declarations of fatherly love for Haruhi were wearing on her last nerve. She could feel her muscles tense up as she sensed rather than heard Tamaki sneak up behind her.
“Haruhi! There you are,” the smooth voice he reserved for customers was gone as his natural exuberance burst through. “I’ve been meaning to ask you, why is it that commoners don’t get jobs that pay more money?” She forced herself to suppress an eye roll as he barreled onward.
“Then they would be able to afford mansions like mine instead of that cramped place that you live in. Wouldn’t it be great to have more room?” Tamaki seemed oblivious to Haruhi’s growing irritation. “Think about it,” his eyes glazed over as he went into his mind’s theatre to envision it all, “fancy tuna and all sorts of other delights for your palate. Maids to do all of your shopping and cleaning and laundry-”
“And I wouldn’t be indebted to the Host Club,” Haruhi interjected sardonically.
“Exactly! Wait, does that mean that daddy would lose his little girl forever?” Tamaki seemed to be spiraling into a panic as he glomped onto Haruhi as though a tight embrace would prevent her from ever leaving him.
Luckily, Kyouya seemed to notice her distress from the spot where he resided as he finished scribbling away in his notebook.
“Now Tamaki, put Haruhi down. She needs to be able to breathe to fulfill her duties as a host.” Upon her release Haruhi inhaled deeply in relief. Before she could thank him, he added, his glasses flashing, “Besides, she still has a lot to clean up after this last soiree if she ever wants to be free of debt.”
Haruhi scanned the room and was horrified to discover that she was nowhere near done. Empty teacups littered nearly every surface; there were crumbs to be swept up, and sticky messes that needed to be wiped up. This day was never ending and Haruhi almost felt like crying.
Nevertheless, it had to be done, and as their ‘dog’ it was her responsibility to do so. Listlessly, she grabbed a broom, and started the onerous task of cleaning up.
‘Almost… finished!’ Haruhi thought as she brought the last dirty cup into the kitchen. Outside it was dark, and only she and Kyouya remained in the unusually quiet music room.
“Haruhi,” she heard Kyouya say without turning away from his notebook.
“Yes, senpai?” She asked cautiously, wondering if he was going to point out something that she’d missed: a spill here, or a misplaced glass there. She hoped that he wasn’t going to add more money to her debt.
“You seem tense.” Haruhi gave a start. He had noticed? The world must be going awry for Kyouya to indicate that he cared. “Would you like a massage?”
This had to be a trick question. As tempting as the offer was, Kyouya was never one to do anything unless it would benefit him in some way. He was cold and calculating, not caring and considerate.
“What’s the catch?” She asked bluntly. Kyouya gave a facsimile of a smile; it was rather disconcerting.
“Ah, well aren’t we skeptical? I suppose I shouldn’t have assumed you would let me without knowing my motives… If you must know, I have been taking a massage therapist course outside of school, and I need someone to practice on. You looked rather tense so this arrangement would be beneficial to both of us, wouldn’t you agree?”
Spurned on by fatigue, and the tension in her neck, shoulders, and lower back Haruhi agreed to Kyouya’s proposition. The two arranged to meet a couple of times a week after the rest of the club had left.
Tonight it started off simple; Kyouya sat in his armchair with Haruhi sitting between his legs. She felt strangely intimate with him, almost as though she were intruding, because this was the spot where Kyouya observed the rest of the club as he filled notebooks with data. Although knowing Kyouya, a number of his shrewd schemes were probably planted in there as well.
His strong fingers massaged her shoulders, and she couldn’t help but moan at the sensation of pleasure and pain as the tension was worked out of her aching muscles. That night it didn’t go any further than him using his surprisingly firm hands on her shoulders and neck.
“Goodnight Kyouya senpai,” Haruhi called out as she left, a much more cheerful person than she had been earlier. “And thank you so much!”
The next time they met was vastly different.
“Where are we going?” Haruhi wondered as Kyouya led her into a room that was normally kept locked.
“My office,” he replied nonchalantly. Haruhi was shocked to find that the small room was outfitted with a computer, a desk, a kettle, and a twin sized bed. Kyouya noticed her curiosity, and responded that sometimes he worked here until late at night so it wasn’t worth it to go home.
“Since I don’t have a massage table here, this is the next best thing. Now lay down on your stomach.” Haruhi obeyed, despite feeling a bit nervous. She was alone on a bed with Kyouya senpai, and the last time that had happened… She shivered a bit but he pretended not to notice. Kyouya crouched over her, and her hesitation melted away when his hands touched her body. His strong fingers were kneading her back when suddenly he stopped.
“What’s wrong?” Haruhi asked, wishing he would continue.
“It would be much easier if you weren’t wearing clothes,” he told her calmly. Haruhi was unsure of how she felt about that. Being naked would mean that she was vulnerable, and around Kyouya, she wasn’t sure that that was the best idea. On the other hand, what difference would it make for him to see her naked back? Everyone has one, and she knew that Kyouya wasn’t remotely interested in her in that way anyhow.
“I have massage oil.” Her mind was made up. Kyouya exited the room while Haruhi stripped off her uniform, now naked but for her light blue underwear. She folded the ridiculously expensive garments and placed them on the desk before lying back down on the bed. She loosely draped a sheet over herself before allowing Kyouya to come back in.
When he entered, she noticed that he had also shed his uniform pants, and he neatly placed them down next to hers.
“Senpai, what are you doing?” She questioned, her face a little more flustered than she would have liked. In her defense, being almost naked in front of Kyouya Ootori was enough to set anyone’s nerves on fire. The lack of pants wasn’t the only change he had made to the uniform she noticed, craning her neck to avoid exposing herself. He had ditched his blazer and tie, and opted to wear his white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, which revealed surprisingly muscular forearms.
“The uniform pants aren’t quite flexible enough for me to move on top of you. Massage therapists usually wear looser clothing than our uniform.” Haruhi was skeptical of his reason but his explanation was logical enough.
Kyouya climbed onto the bed, resting gently on her backside as he worked from her lower back up to her shoulders. Unable to restrain herself, Haruhi moaned wantonly, her voice barely muffled by the pillow her head rested on.
Kyouya could feel himself growing hard as he gazed down upon Haruhi’s lithe body. Her back was smooth perfection, and if he leaned over slightly he could see where her small breasts were pressed up against the mattress. He wondered if they were as soft as the skin he worked beneath his fingers. The more he thought about her body, about her in general if he was going to be honest with himself, the more he realized that he wanted her. This insatiable lust would be the death of him.
Asking Haruhi to be his practice dummy was far from the true reason why he had begun this arrangement. Kyouya was already a licensed massage therapist, something he had accomplished over a summer in an attempt to one up his older brothers, and he wondered how someone as intelligent as Haruhi could be so naïve. Why would he, Kyouya Ootori the well renowned Shadow King, willingly lay his cards down on the table? Of course, he knew why. Haruhi was much too trusting and honest herself not to believe him. She was a good person, and he was not. He craved her, and he could say without a doubt that the most she felt for him was fear. His fault. At the beach house he had almost let his baser instincts get the best of him, and he was sorry to say that he hadn’t changed much.
By this point he was rock hard to the point of pain, and having Haruhi moaning and writhing beneath his expert touch only exacerbated his condition. It wouldn’t do for her to see him like this, and he had promised her ‘massage oil.’
Kyouya removed his right hand from her back, a mumbled cry coming from Haruhi as it left her. He licked his palm and used it to encircle his hardened cock after releasing himself from the constraints of his tented black boxers. His left hand continued to move on Haruhi’s delicate form, still using pressure but caressing her more than kneading now.
He watched as goosebumps ran up her soft flesh as his fingers gently trailed along her back. He imagined her nipples hardening as well. His right hand pumped back and forth along his swollen erection, relieving some of the pressure whilst simultaneously building up more. He imagined pushing himself inside of her, and feeling her buck beneath his lightly muscled body as she moaned his name.
“Kyouya,” His back stiffened as he heard her mumble beneath him. “What’s that noise?”
“Uh,” he cursed himself not only for the noise but for his lack of composure. “I’m… shaking up the massage oil. You need to shake it for awhile before it warms up.” That would have to suffice as an answer for the sound of his flesh as he furiously jerked himself.
“Okay,” she hummed into the mattress contentedly. He sighed in relief; she was so innocent… but not for long if he had his way. The pressure building in him was intense and his ability to masturbate without squirming or thrusting on her said wonders about his control. Nevertheless, he knew he was about to cum. He could feel all of his muscles tensing up. His body was covered in a thin sheet of sweat, and as his thumb rubbed the sensitive head of his cock he could feel himself letting go. All over Haruhi.
Hot, sticky cum sprayed all over her back, and neck. It was fortunate that Haruhi had short hair. She whimpered at the sensation and Kyouya smirked at her unknowing reaction to what he had done. The cum made her skin sleek and shiny, even smoother than before. Tucking his limp, damp cock back in his boxers he resumed her massage.
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