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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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(For anyone who’s wondering, Haruhi is on contraceptive shots because it’s kind of difficult to explain why you’re randomly bleeding from your crotch when you’re supposed to be a dude. And of course Kyouya already knows this because he has an eerie amount of personal information on Haruhi.)

“Hikaru, Kaoru I need you two to do me a favour…”
“Anything Haruhi,” the twins answered in unison. When Haruhi explained her plan to them, mischievous grins spread across both of their faces.
“You can count on us,” Kaoru saluted her and Hikaru laughed, “Kyouya won’t know what hit him.”
                                                            ~*~
Haruhi entered Kyouya’s office a few minutes before the arranged time, knowing it would be kept locked until then. If all went according to plan, she would have at least ten minutes to skim through Kyouya’s diary. She kept her clothes on as she approached the drawer, not wanting to have a repeat of the last time. Once she had unlatched the false bottom, and picked up his little black book, she skipped ahead to her massage sessions. Everything seemed normal at first; Kyouya was gloating about tricking her, that bastard. Yet she was unsure of what his ulterior motive was. She figured that out pretty quickly though, her cheeks turning crimson as she read about how Kyouya pleasured himself on top of her. She knew that she should be appalled, and angry at him for using her like that, but instead a slow burn of arousal was making its way through her body. To think that he had done that, while she squirmed beneath him… She was going to get him back for sure. She gently placed his diary back in its drawer; she had enough information, and she did feel slightly guilty about invading his privacy. Even though she now knew it would be hypocritical for him to say anything against her.
Folding her uniform on his desk, she made her way over to the bed and lay in wait for him. He arrived a few minutes later, knocking rather agitatedly before entering.
“Come in.” Haruhi turned her head to look at Kyouya, and couldn’t resist the snicker that came out when she took in his appearance. Her normally composed senpai was covered in downy feathers that floated around him as he flapped his arms trying to get them off. The look in his eyes could best be described as murderous.
            “Kyouya? What happened to you?” Haruhi feigned shock at his disgruntled appearance.
            “The twins thought it would be funny to ambush me with pillows.”
            “That doesn’t seem so bad.”
            “Renge was leading a small army of shrieking girls who also thought it would be funny.”
            “Oh.” Haruhi managed, hiding her smile. “Is anyone still alive?”
            “They’re customers,” Kyouya’s demeanor changed all at once, “of course they’re fine. The twins on the other hand…” Haruhi gulped.
            “When I find them they will not enjoy the consequences. Now, let’s get started.” He stripped down to his boxers and laid his pants beside hers. Before he could climb onto Haruhi she asked him, “Senpai, why don’t you use the massage oil anymore?”
            He startled at the question, and her innocent expression was throwing him off. “I wasn’t aware that you enjoyed it.”
            “It felt wonderful Kyouya. Could you please use it again?”
            “Of course, I’ll be right back.”
            Haruhi smirked as soon as he had left the room; it seemed as though everything was going according to plan.
            “I’m going to start by warming you up first,” Kyouya told her as he used both hands to start loosening her aching muscles. Soon he pulled out the ‘lotion’ and started to warm it up.
            Haruhi hummed contentedly beneath him, taking in the subtle signs that she hadn’t noticed the first time around: The slight rocking of his body above her, the fact that his left hand was stroking her body rather than exerting the pressure needed for a massage, and the occasional small gasps from Kyouya that were barely audible yet managed to turn her on even further.
            Kyouya knew he shouldn’t indulge in her body again, but she had requested it this time. His hand encircled around his cock, and he was furiously pumping at himself when-
            “Does it feel good senpai?”
            Kyouya froze, his hand pausing its movement before he asked, “Does what feel good?”
            “Touching yourself. You don’t need to stop, I don’t mind.” She told him shyly. “I was just wondering if maybe you would like to touch me too?” Kyouya was quiet and Haruhi wondered if she had misread the situation until he leaned forward so that his body was pressed up against hers. His lips began marking a trail from her neck to her shoulders; the wet, soft suckling of her skin leaving delicate bruises that would raise questions if anyone were to see them. His hands grazed her sides and she gasped as they traced the outline of her breasts.
            “Kyouya,” she breathed.
            “Yes, Haru-chan,” he replied, and her eyes went wide at the term of endearment.
            “Please don’t stop.” His glasses flashed, and a smirk spread across his face,
            “As you wish.” He turned Haruhi to face him, placing his hand on her face, and bringing her lips to meet his. The gentle pressure of his lips against hers became harder as the two became more frantic. His tongue nudged her lips into opening and soon their tongues were as entwined as their limbs had become. Kyouya ran his hand through Haruhi’s short hair while she wrapped her arms around his neck. The feeling of her breasts pressed up against his bare chest was so satisfying that Kyouya moaned quietly. Haruhi blushed and Kyouya began to trail his fingers down her body.
            “Is this okay?” He asked as he began to slide her panties down her hips.
            “Mmhmm,” Haruhi hummed at him, reaching over to pull his boxers down.
            Kyouya made a small noise of surprise before looking at her over his glasses.
            “Oh sorry senpai, did you want me to ask you first?” Her sarcastic tone made him want to say yes, but he had a better idea. Her slender body was naked and his face was resting above her pelvis.
            “That would have been the polite thing to do Haruhi,” Kyouya deadpanned, his lips hovering over her clitoris as he spoke. He could feel her body tensing underneath him and he decided that he wanted to hear more from her than snarky comments. His tongue traced her delicate parts and she bit her lip against the feelings but in the end, she moaned. Kyouya grinned widely in satisfaction, and then he stuck two fingers in his mouth to wet them for her. She was so tight that he could only work in one at first but soon he was able to easily insert two fingers. He began fingering her at an increasing pace until she stopped him.
            “Kyouya, I want you inside of me. Now.” Kyouya moved up her body, his lithely muscular form hovering over her the same way he had in his beach house so long ago.
            Haruhi was surprised to see that for a second, her calculating senpai looked just as nervous as she felt. For some reason, this made her feel much more calm and she gave him her best smile. Her smile seemed to break the growing tension, and with no warning, Kyouya thrust into her. Despite all he had done earlier he could still see a small wince of pain cross her face. Luckily her expression meant that he had time to adjust, because he would not last if she wanted him to go now. Being inside of Haruhi felt ridiculously good. She was so tight and wet and-
            “Kyouya?” She looked up at him from beneath her eyelashes, “I’m okay now.”
            He nodded and then moved out of her a little bit before slamming back in. The look on her face was marvelous; utter euphoria with just a little bit of shocked amazement. He started teasing her, pulling back further until she was mewling for him to fill her again.
“Stop teasing me senpai!” Haruhi grabbed Kyouya’s hips, and tried to switch positions with him. Amused, he decided to let her. Haruhi climbed on top of him, and his eyes just about rolled back into his head with how deep he was able to go into her like this. Haruhi began rocking back and forth on him, her clit rubbing against his pubic bone with every thrust until she couldn’t stop moaning his name.
“Kyou-Kyouya! Senpai, I’m gonna-“ Kyouya bit his lip to keep from crying out as he felt Haruhi’s inner walls spasming around him. Finally he was able to let go as well.
            As the two lay there afterwards, Haruhi played with her lip as she wondered what to say to Kyouya. His face showed little emotion, and she knew that if she didn’t say something soon he would close off completely.
            “Kyouya, I know this might be strange, but I’ve wanted you for a while now.” Her big brown eyes locked onto his, and she waited for him to scoff at her.
He took on his ‘I am a charming host’ expression as he responded, “You obviously haven't read the most recent entry have you Haruhi? Go on then, you know where it is.” He waited for the light bulb to turn on. Luckily for him, Haruhi was no Tamaki.
“Wait-You knew?”
He stared at her pointedly.
Riiight. He’s the Shadow King. Of course he knows everything. Haruhi sighed. It didn’t make it any less creepy.
She walked over to his desk fully naked, lacking the self-consciousness she had possessed the last time he caught her by his desk. Once she revealed his diary –ahem- journal from the false bottom, she skipped to the last page.
"Haruhi has read my innermost thoughts and I've yet to see her shy away from me. In fact, today she has been almost affectionate towards me. Perhaps she returns my feelings?”
“Actually Senpai, I didn’t even read about any of our sessions until today.”
“Oh? I suppose the twins were your doing then, to buy you time.” Kyouya steepled his long fingers beneath his chin in thought.
“Deceit suits you Haruhi.” He paused to let his praise sink in.
“Nevertheless, the damage to the club room totals about 500 000 yen and now that I know that that was your doing…”
“It was a pillow fight Kyouya! How much damage could they have done?”
“Never underestimate the power of fangirls Haruhi. They are a terrifying force.” She stood there gaping at him in disbelief.
“However,” he smirked, “I can think of a few ways you can make it up to me….”
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