{ The Goddess Type } Ootori Kyouya (R18)

An Ode To Aphrodite (R18)

A heavy smut chapter before a twist in the end. Detailed depictions of sex. Reader's discretion is advised.

Put your tongue inside my mouth and prove to me that you want me.

12 am. Aphrodite quietly observed the third Ootori son snapping his fingers, automatically dimming the lights in his room. The ambience and mood slowly turned sultry with the lights down low and the curtains shut. It was a perfect arrangement. Kyouya's three bodyguards were busy and apologized for their absence. His father, older brothers and sister are attending a medical conference for the week.

The rest is just a piece of cake.

The room felt awfully cold, Kyouya is the type to set the air-conditioner in full blast, especially for this night. He had invited her for a "sleepover" since no one would be around except for the maids. The goddess type had her own doubts about it but his invitation is an order. God knows what he would do if she bailed out.

All she could see afterwards was a faint glimpse of his slim and tall features. Kyouya undid the buttons of his shirt and removed his glasses.

She could predict what would happen next by reading his gestures. He had left a gaping hole in her state of mind and heart. She felt hollowed out due to past experiences, yet to the goddess of love herself, there aren't any limits when it comes to love, not even gender or social class. Kyouya took a good glance of the girl, before pressing his knees to the bed.

They were both sitting on the bed and facing each other. The deafening silence made her slightly anxious. They didn't talk. Kyouya was only wearing his trousers. He moved closer to the young girl, who had her magenta eyes widened in curiosity. Aphe looked very desirable. He stared at her with lust-ridden eyes and thought of a million things to do with her that night.

I'll make her mine.

"Say ah." Kyouya instructed as he moved closer and left barely an inch between his lips and hers.

Her lips parted.

The dark haired boy ran his fingers through her hair, tilting his head to the side and immediately pressed his lips on hers. After a couple of long and hard kisses, he boldly stuck his tongue inside her defenseless mouth, pushing it further against hers. He deepened the kiss, their tongues rubbing against each other as they made out in the dark passionately. Aphe had her eyes shut, trying to find a reason for this kind of activity with the Ootori son.

Why? Why him?

The raven haired boy sucked on her lower lip for a second before resuming his kiss. He frowned, feeling the heat rushing to his head as he continued sticking his tongue down her throat. The pleasure was simply enigmatic to him, she ended up swallowing his moans and regurgitated it with hers.

The girl pushed him away, trying to catch her breath. Her face was completely flushed as she quickly wiped her lips across her wrist. She turned away from him, trying to regain her composure. Her vision was starting to turn blurry but it didn't matter as the lights were dim.

Kyouya groaned, he hated rejections. He pinned her down, hovered above her and sought for her lips. He ran his fingers on her back, waist and fondled her as he deepened the kiss. His hands slid underneath her shirt, Kyouya was fairly pleased to finally touch her in places no other men could. She felt his fingers painfully digging against her skin, leaving subtle marks on her torso and back. He ended the kiss and started planting redness on her neck, collarbone and sternum.

"Kyouya. Give me a minute." She whispered breathlessly. He yanked away her top and shorts, removed her underwear as his eyes leered at the girlfriend's nudity.