Ouran High School Host Club Preferences

First Time Together-

Tamaki Suoh-

It started with gentle kisses in the quiet of the music room, but Tamaki's hands eventually found your waist, pulling you onto his lap. "Are you sure?" he asked, blue eyes searching yours with a trembling sort of tenderness. When you nodded, his usual theatrics melted away. "Then let me show you just how cherished you are," he whispered, voice low and warm. His touches were soft but confident, lips brushing over every inch like you were a delicate song he wanted to memorize.

Kyoya Ootori-

Kyoya wasn't one to rush things—but the moment you climbed onto his lap to distract him from his laptop, something snapped. He kissed you deeply, glasses discarded somewhere on the floor, hands roaming possessively. "This isn't just curiosity," he murmured in your ear, voice laced with heat. "This is mine." He was precise with his movements, but his kisses were uncharacteristically passionate, like he'd been holding back far too long.

Kaoru Hitachiin-

You were both tangled in his sheets, laughter fading into silence as his hand brushed your cheek. "Can I?" he asked, his thumb lingering near your lips. When you nodded, he kissed you like he was afraid you'd vanish—soft but deep, hands traveling slowly over your body. "I want to remember every second of this," he whispered, voice husky, as he made love to you like a painter admiring their favorite work of art

Hikaru Hitachiin-

Hikaru wasn't used to being vulnerable, but when your lips met his in the quiet of your bedroom, he was gone. His fingers gripped your hips as he laid you back, eyes dark with hunger but glowing with something deeper. "You drive me crazy," he muttered against your skin, nipping gently at your neck. "But I've never wanted anyone like this." It was fiery and bold, but the way he looked at you between kisses made you feel treasured.

Takashi Morinozuka-

It was in the soft hush of your apartment—rain tapping on the windows, his shirt loose around your frame. You reached for him first, nervous but ready. Takashi gently cupped your face, kissing you so slowly it made you ache. When things grew heated, his touch never wavered—always watching your face, making sure you felt safe. "Tell me to stop and I will," he murmured. But you didn't. You wanted to feel him, all of him, and he gave himself to you like a silent promise.

Mitsukuni Haninozuka-

Honey might've looked sweet, but behind closed doors, he knew exactly what he was doing. You were straddling him on his bed when his smile faded into something darker. "I might be small, but I can handle you," he teased, kissing your neck while you melted under his touch. His voice dropped an octave, and every move was filled with care—but also surprising hunger. He whispered sweet nothings between gasps, letting you know just how deeply he loved you.

Ritsu Kasanoda-

He was shy at first, scared he'd mess things up—but when your fingers slid beneath his shirt, Ritsu's hands gripped your hips like he couldn't believe this was real. "You're so beautiful," he muttered, cheeks flushed as his lips found yours again. You guided him gently, and the moment he truly let go, it was intense. Raw. His love poured out in every kiss, every touch. Rough around the edges—but tender only for you.

Yasuchika Haninozuka-

Chika had a sharp tongue and a sarcastic bite—but when you curled into his chest one night and whispered you were ready, his eyes softened. He leaned down to kiss you, starting slow before growing bolder. "Finally mine," he growled, hands exploring like he'd dreamt of this moment forever. He made you feel wanted, claimed. His touch was rougher than his brother's—but filled with just as much love.

Umehito Nekozawa-

Candlelight flickered around you as you pulled his hood down, revealing his blushing face. Umehito trembled slightly, but when you kissed him, he kissed back with surprising urgency. His hands gripped your waist as you whispered soft reassurances. "I—I've never..." he started, but your touch silenced him. He worshipped every inch of you like a sacred spell, moaning your name like it was the only word he wanted to remember.