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After Hours	By : Atomicnebula13 Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 9174 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: DISCLAIMER! I do not own ANY aspect of Ouran High School Host Club nor do I make any profit from this fic. It's purely for fun, nothing more. Bisco Hatori is the creator of the series, all rights belong to her.

Chapter List
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Disclaimer: Once again, all characters are owned by Bisco Hatori, no matter how much I wish they were mine!

Serious citrus content in this and every following chapter! Hope you enjoy!

CHAPTER 2

“Mori-senpai?” Haruhi asked as she looked up, way up, at the young man standing before her now.
“Haruhi?” he asked, a look of pure bewilderment gracing the fine features of his face. His customary poker face long gone, his brow furrowed and his mouth twisted a bit. He looked completely and utterly lost as his eyes swept across the empty cavern of the host club room.
“Did I do this?” he asked, gesturing towards the sprawled out position of her on the floor.
“Uh… yeah. But I’m fine…” she responded, but before she could get herself up he had reached down, his massive hands gripping the tops of her arms as one would do to a small child and lifted her up onto her feet. Once she had righted herself he moved to let go of her, but not before running his hands down her small arms.
“Gomen.”
“It’s okay senpai. What were you doing in there?” she inquired, trying desperately to shake off the goose bumps that his involuntary caress had caused.
It wasn’t often that large men ambled out of closets in the middle of the night. Not that she was complaining, she happened to be particularly fond of this one after all.
He shrugged, not exactly knowing the answer to that himself. If he had to guess he would probably wager that he had become tired sometime during the club activities and before he was able to cause any serious damage he had stolen away to take a nap in the deep confines of the host club’s prop closet. As of late, he had been working exceptionally hard on his kendo, conditioning himself for an upcoming tournament and the increased activity was taking its toll on him.
Though he could never remember the events that took place in his sleep deprived state he was told it was quite a sight to behold and could sometimes be disruptive. The last thing he wanted to do was be a burden to anyone so he figured he subconsciously removed himself to take a nap.
He wondered silently why Mitskuni didn’t wake him because he would surely have known where his cousin went off to. Mitskuni knew everything there was to know about him… well… almost everything. But it was the end of the week, every Friday Mitskuni spent time training Chika one of the only times the brothers got along and it warmed his heart to see them able to interact in any sort of way so he assumed the smaller of the two had gone off to see his brother.
His attention was pulled back to the tiny girl standing before him and he found himself wondering why she was still here. Haruhi was looking up at him expectantly, her bright eyes shining with her curiosity. She really was adorable, he thought. There was an innocence to her that reminded him very much of his cousin but there was more to it than that.
She was… attractive to him. In a way no one else he had ever known had been before. He had never felt strongly about anyone else before outside of Mitskuni and his younger brother but this feeling was altogether different. It wasn’t a familial love, with Haruhi. He was attracted to her because she was a woman.
Since no one else was here, there were tiny pink barrettes in her hair, holding her bangs out of her face, one of the only things that might give away her true gender. She wasn’t wearing any shoes making her seem that much smaller to him, the few extra inches they provided gone, she barely reached his chest.
Her blazer, he noticed, was missing as well. All she wore was her white button down a few buttons had been undone, exposing her delicate collarbone and a tiny bit of lace. He wasn’t sure what the lace belonged to but his mind was only able to conjure up images of small, intimate pieces of clothing and that made him blush. He turned his head to the side and coughed into his hand hoping that she had not noticed his reaction to her.
It seemed she had not as she soon spoke to him. “Well, in any case I’m just finishing up a report that I have due next week and after that I’ll be on my way.” She answered the question he had never asked out loud.
Often times he found himself in awe of Haruhi. Outside of Mitskuni, no one else in his life could anticipate his intentions or understand the way his mind worked, not even his parents. He was able to communicate with her without ever speaking a word, even times when he did not wish to convey his emotions or objectives she was still able to pick up on it, though she rarely called him out on it.
“I see.” was his only reply.
She turned her back to him then, moving toward the couch to continue her task.
She cracked open her large text again, resuming at the spot she had left off before she had begun to day dream about the man that was now in the room with her. Unable to resist, she watched from the corner of her eye as he moved to the refrigerator to fetch his own bottle of water. She regarded his appearance, his hair was slightly tousled, his clothes slightly rumpled and she thought it was a fair assumption that he had fallen asleep somewhere in that closet. Mori-senpai, when tired, acted wildly out of character becoming quite talkative and flirtatious.
The last time he had even called her cute, she recalled, a small satisfactory smile settling on her lips. Ever since the club members had discovered the secret of a tired Mori-senpai, they had all taken precautions to make sure that was not revealed to their guests.
She fully expected him to go on his way, to catch up with Honey-senpai wherever he may be so she was astonished when she felt the couch sink to her left. She looked up from her text to see him sitting there next to her, his head thrown back on the couch, his eyes closed. She could see the long expanse of his neck and she watched as his pulse point throbbed slightly. His right leg was pressed lightly against hers, both his hands were wrapped around the bottle of water that he now held in his lap.
He was absolutely lovely and she couldn’t help it as his nearness was having an effect on her. She shifted slightly uncomfortable, effectively ending the slight physical contact between the two of them.
“Senpai?” she asked.
She heard his grunt in response and decided to continue.
“You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. I shouldn’t be too much longer and I’ll be fine on my own.”
“I’ll stay.” He said, offering her no other explanation, but it was also clear that he did not wish to continue discussing the topic, so she did not argue.
She didn’t mind the company though so she turned back to her task.
She resisted the urge to fidget as she poured over her notes one more time, his closeness was a distraction to her. She could feel the heat from his body pouring off him, she desperately wanted to lean into that heat, but didn’t dare to.
Haruhi nearly jumped out of her skin as she felt a heavy weight settle on her left shoulder, turning her head a little so she could see exactly what was going on. All she could see was the dark hair that topped her senpai’s head but she discerned very quickly that he managed to fall asleep again as she could feel his steady breath fanning across her neck. She looked down at his sleeping face and to her extreme pleasure she noticed that in his sleep it seemed he talked incessantly. Though he made no sound his mouth moved and she couldn’t help but wonder what he was saying and who he was talking to. It seemed in his sleep he was able to freely voice his opinions that he couldn’t while awake. A small giggle escaped her lips and her eyes softened a bit as she drank in the rare sight of him asleep.
She bit her lip as a thought seized her and before she could lose her nerve she decided to act on her impulse. Who knew when, or if, this would ever happen again. Odds certainly weren’t in her favor.
She shifted her body closer to him so that she was facing him and moved his head so it rested on her chest, his cheek settling gently over her heart. She then raised her hand and placed it softly on the back of his head, she was more than a little surprised at how soft his hair was. It was thick but still feathery soft and she couldn’t help it as her hand moved to stroke her fingers through the strands, just like she had imagined doing all those months ago. A contented sigh escaped from him and the sound caused her heart to swell in her chest.
He really was very handsome. Daring to take it a step further she moved her hand, which was now shaking, and stroked the pristine skin on his cheek. This too was impeccably soft, there were no blemishes what so ever on his perfect face.
Her hand stilled as she felt him shift against her, he opened his eyes and she could feel the flutter of his eyelashes on the exposed skin of her chest, just above her tank top. On impulse Haruhi pulled away from him not wanting him to realize what she had just been doing. This caused him to lose his balance and he ended up toppling to the floor on top of her, hands on either side of her head, his entire body landing between her slim thighs, his head landing on her small breasts.
They stayed that way for a pregnant moment as both of their minds struggled to get a grip on the situation.
“G-gomen Haruhi…” he said, still not fully awake or understanding exactly how he managed to get himself into this predicament. He tried to move himself from the compromising position on top of her, but her nearness had already taken its effect on his body. As his body shifted over hers the erection that he now had, brushed lightly against her inner thigh. His movements instantly stilled and he was suddenly wide awake as he felt the contact, he had to bite back a groan and at the same time his face shifted between several different shades of red, each one darker than the last. He turned his face to the side, not wanting her to see his reaction.
Haruhi on the other hand was unable to contain the soft moan as it fell from her lips, her eyes growing wide at the exotic brush of him. That couldn’t be what she thought it was, could it?
“M-Mori-senpai?” she asked, though she wasn’t exactly sure what she wanted to know. Confirmation that he was excited?
Having yet to remove himself completely from his position on top of her all he could do was sheepishly look at her, and in his eyes she saw a mixture of shame and embarrassment, but also another, darker emotion hidden there that she couldn’t quite place.
His mind, however, was running over the small moan he had heard issue from her. He didn’t know what to make of it. Involuntary reaction to his obscene body?
“Gomen nasai, Haruhi. I didn’t mean to.” He offered another apology. He wasn’t sure what else he could do. How could you apologize for something like that?
‘Sorry, but I find you absolutely irresistible physically and in pretty much every other way possible so I wasn’t able to control my raging hormones’ just didn’t seem to cut it, besides, he didn’t think he could even manage a phrase that long at the moment.
He was morbidly embarrassed. If you could die from embarrassment he would be long gone by now.
Again he tried to move from overtop of her but he was interrupted as her small hands came up to capture his face and before he could ask what she was doing she sat up slightly to meet him, pressing her lips gently to his.
Their lips met for a few brief seconds but that’s all it took to spark their heated desires. Mori’s blood practically boiled in his veins and he was thrown off guard by how strongly he reacted to that small amount of contact, just the barest hint of skin upon skin. He took the gesture as a clear sign that she did not mind his body’s betrayal.
Haruhi was mortified by her own brazen act. How could she dare to be so bold when she didn’t even know how he felt about her?
Her anxiety, however, was short lived as Mori pressed his lips to hers, this time with a little more force.
Her eyes fluttered closed once again at the touch of his lips. His lips were soft, just like his hair and skin had been, though they were slightly rougher than her own.
Mori could feel Haruhi practically melt beneath him and he smirked internally. Their first kiss had been tentative, guarded. This kiss seemed more demanding, both parties insistent that they get what they wanted from each other.
The tallest member of the host club had never been proficient with the spoken word, but he was well versed in the language of the body and this was how he would show her how much he cared for her, that he had always cared for her. If he were being honest with himself he would be able to admit that since the day he had discovered she was a girl he felt strongly for her. He had wondered at that time when she had called out for him to save her from Tamaki why he had reacted so strongly. Why had he rushed to, what he had thought was a boy, and hoisted him high into the air away from his crazed classmate? But the moment he held her slender, lithe body in his hands, feeling the slight curve of her small breasts, he had known immediately that he had been mistaken and unknowingly in that moment his fate had been sealed. Mori had always been a man of service, working for the benefits of others and the moment he held Haruhi in his arms he became her slave, all without her knowing. He silently swore that he would always protect her. He was destined to keep her from harm.
He felt the same at Kyoya’s resort, when he heard her crying out in fear he had been unable to walk away, choosing instead to cradle her small body and take her along with him as he searched for Mitskuni and he could still remember the happiness he felt with her. The absolute completeness he had experienced enveloped him when she was in his arms, but he couldn’t bring himself to tell her. He felt she was more suited to someone like Tamaki or Hikaru than himself.
Mori knew he wasn’t exactly the best of company because he didn’t speak. The others once compared his personality to that of a piece of furniture. Haruhi was more suited to another that could charm her and keep her amused, and yet... here she was, beneath him, kissing him back with an eagerness he had never seen from her and he wanted more.
His lips moved, unyielding, against hers. His body screamed for him to take this further, to touch her creamy, smooth skin, to explore but he was worried about moving too fast for her. As far as he knew, Haruhi had not done anything more than kiss and have a few make-out sessions with Tamaki during their brief relationship. He didn’t want to scare her away, to ruin this opportunity that was now before him.
But more than that, if this moved further, he didn’t just want it to be a one night fling. He wanted Haruhi for good but if that was not what she wished then he wouldn’t ask it of her but he could at least make a memory with her now.
He ran his tongue along her bottom lip experimentally, seeking entrance. She gasped into their kiss and he took this opportunity to slip his tongue in to explore the moist cavern of her mouth. Her tongue felt like velvet against his own and this time he was unable to hold back as he groaned. She was an exquisitely good kisser, something he didn’t really expect of her, as she was rather inexperienced but her tongue wrestled expertly with his, both of them fighting for dominance but neither truly wanting to win. The battle was more fun, after all.
Haruhi was reveling in the sweet sensation of her senpai’s tongue against her own. She noted, somewhere in her subconscious that his mouth tasted spicy, like cinnamon and something more exotic she’d never had the pleasure of enjoying before. So different from the flavor of her only other partner, Tamaki. His flavor was more floral, like lavender and at the time she couldn’t place her discomfort kissing him but now she knew. This was what a man was supposed to taste like, deep and complex.
He moved his left hand from the floor to run it down the side of her face, her skin was so soft and supple. It rivaled that of Mitskuni but somehow, even though he spent his entire life with the dimunitive blonde, he felt Haruhi’s was more delicate. It felt incredible against his rough calloused fingers. He moved lower, grasping her chin and tilted her head back slightly, changing the angle of their kiss and allowing him to deepen their union. He plundered her mouth mercilessly, tasting the delicate sweetness she possessed, her unmarred innocence.
Mori was driving her mad. The way his tongue moved against hers was exhilarating and she couldn’t help it as her breathing sped up. She wanted this… she wanted more. In all honestly, she wanted whatever he was going to give her tonight. She had waited so very long for this moment and even if they couldn’t stay together afterwards, she wanted this much at least.
Haruhi had never been one to indulge in selfishness or desires but Mori-senpai brought out a side of her that she didn’t even realize was there. She never needed to be validated through attention, least of all by a man but every time his eyes met hers, each time her name passed over those perfect lips of his she felt true desire surge through her so intensely she thought she might shatter.
Morinozuka Takashi made her feel like a woman without even being conscious of it.
She shivered as she felt his hand move from her chin, his fingertips gently caressing the column of her neck, only to move lower as he traced her collar bone lightly causing goose bumps to rise on her flesh and her nipples to tighten into little peaks, his fingertips leaving scorching trails across her body as they moved.
His lips finally left hers for the first time only to move to her ear and nibble the lobe there, raking his teeth over it before taking it into his mouth, running his hot tongue along the sensitive flesh. Once he was satisfied with that he moved down, branding her with his lips down the length of her neck, to her chest. He stopped as he got to the top hem of her shirt.
It was in the way and though he had resigned himself to take things slow he was unable to control what happened next, the instincts he was so famously known for taking over. He lifted himself from the floor taking her with him. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips causing the most sacred and private areas of her body to press against his own and he found that one motion so incredibly erotic he thought he was going to lose it then.
He was able to hold on to his self control long enough to lower himself down onto the couch, placing her so that she straddled his lap, his arousal pressing into her inner thigh. Reaching up he grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and brought her down roughly for a searing kiss before he moved them down and tore her over shirt from her body, the buttons flying in all directions as they popped off from the force of his actions. He discarded the offensive piece of fabric, glaring at it menacingly, before moving back to the object of his desires, not wanting to give her a moment to cool down.
Haruhi was surprised by the normally docile Mori-senpai’s actions. She had never seen him look more heated, more hungry, and she had never been more turned on in her life. The glint of emotion in his eyes she had detected earlier but could not place was plainly visible now. It was lust. He wanted her and oh Gods did she want him too.
Shortly after removing her white shirt his hands moved underneath her tank top, he ran his hands over the smooth skin on her belly before he continued his upward conquest, taking her clothing with him. He pulled the tank top up and over her head, mussing her hair up a little bit but he thought she couldn’t have looked more alluring. Her slightly disheveled hair matched beautifully with her kiss swollen lips and the pink blush that dusted her cheeks.
Mori looked at her now that she was mostly bare from the waist up, the only thing left to remove was the lacy pink bra she was wearing. He couldn’t help it as a small smirk graced his lips, he wouldn’t have pegged her to have anything pink. Let alone the delicate, feminine lace.
He was captivated by the sight, reveling in the knowledge that she did, in fact, embrace some form of her femininity. Though he may never admit it to her, or to anyone else, he secretly delighted in the girlish outfits that Tamaki, Kaoru, and Hikaru were so fond of putting her in. She always looked so cute when she dressed as a girl even with her indignant expressions and pleas for them to stop. Haruhi was still the most captivating creature he had ever laid his eyes on.
For a brief moment he flashed back to the night at Nekozawa’s summer house when her father just happened to have repacked all of her clothes and she had worn that adorable pink dress. He thanked the Gods several times that night that he wasn’t prone to nosebleeds because if he had he would have never been able to live it down and he didn’t even want to think of how he would explain it to the others. He wanted her to be able to wear dresses. He wanted her to dress girly for him, to wear lacey intimate pieces, for his eyes only.
Brought back to the present he swallowed hard as he ran his hands along her sides slowly from her hips, moving up, each time he would get closer and closer to the underside of her breasts. This was his way of giving her a chance to slow it down, to refuse him, if she didn’t want him to go further, he would stop. He didn’t necessarily want to but Haruhi meant a lot to him, he didn’t want to hurt or disrespect her in any way. But she made no move stop him, she just continued to lean into his touches and moan every so often and soon he found his thumbs fingering the bottoms of her bra and in one final gesture he flexed his hands up until they covered her chest completely. He squeezed lightly on her breasts and was rewarded with a quiet “oh” from her.
That was all the encouragement he needed as he snaked his hands behind her back to unclasp her bra. Then slowly, painfully slowly, he lowered the garment down her arms, goose bumps rising on her skin in the wake of his touch. When he had finally removed the garment he threw it to the side and looked at her face, avoiding gazing at her now bare breasts. He wanted to gauge her reaction first.
She had a beautiful blush riding high on her cheeks but her eyes were still bright and honest. She wasn’t frightened or hesitant, just shy. Seeing no discomfort there he moved his gaze to drink in the sight of her.
Though her breasts were indeed small she was not washboard flat as Kaoru had once called her. The school uniform actually did a great job of hiding what she did have which was a pair of perfectly round and perky breasts with beautifully pink peaks. Though he wasn’t a fan of sweets he couldn’t help but compare the beautiful mounds to some confectionary’s that Mitskuni often ate and somehow, he knew, that what she was presenting him with was far sweeter than anything he could find in a bakery.
Again, he slid his hands up from her hips and cupped her breasts gently squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. Haruhi moaned and unconsciously bucked her hips causing a superb amount of friction against him. In retaliation he took one of her perfect pink nubs between his thumb and forefinger and pinched, forcing a high pitched squeak to elicit from her. He continued his assault on her body, pinching and flicking her until she was panting heavily on top of him. He leaned forward, catching her right nipple in his mouth, he sucked on her before biting down lightly. She screamed this time and he moved to give its twin the same attention not wanting it to feel neglected. If Haruhi let him he would make sure from tonight on neither her or her body would ever feel neglected.
Haruhi’s mind and body were both humming with the intense sensations he was introducing her to. She had never felt so good before, her blood was singing in her veins causing a pounding in her head that wasn’t unpleasant, it drowned out everything around her. The only thing she was conscious of anymore was the man beneath her and the sensuous things he was doing to her.
Her brief interludes with Tamaki had never felt like this. She noticed, though, through her pleasure filled haze that her partner was still, for the most part completely clothed. She thought that was rather unfair, she planned to remedy the situation as soon as she was able to think through the hazy desire in her head.
Reaching down she grabbed his neck tie and yanked up on it, effectively pulling him away from the breast he had been lavishing with attention.
He looked at her for a moment worried that he might have pushed her too far. Perhaps he had moved too fast? He was taken aback as she removed his tie and then slowly began to unbutton his shirt. Each time she freed a button she opened his shirt a little more, exposing his heated skin to the heady night air until his torso was bare before her.
‘Oh, so that’s what she wants...’
He leaned forward so she could finish what she started, she pushed his shirt off his shoulders and off of his body, discarding it on the couch to the right.
Her eyes swept over the expanse of his chest, down to his stomach which sported absolutely flawless abs that she could not wait to run her tongue over. Her appraisal continued, lower still to his belly button and then her eyes followed the thin trail of hair that led down and disappeared into his pants. She bit her lip knowingly as she saw the large bulge that was hidden beneath the fabric, she couldn’t believe that she was the one that caused his aroused state.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and nestled her sex directly on top of his, slowly she began to grind her hips into his causing that delicious friction that she felt earlier. Haruhi set a steady rhythm unable to hold back the breathy moans that escaped her lips. Mori’s hard cock was rubbing harshly on her hidden nub and she couldn’t help but move against him in earnest, all traces of her earlier modesty gone in the face of these new sensations. She felt him tense beneath her so she stopped and looked up to see his face, wondering if he was pleasured by this as much as she was.
Haruhi noticed that his head was thrown back on the couch, his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth were clenched together, almost as if he were in pain.
“Ah! Mori-senpai?! Did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to.” She said, panicking. How could she have done something so stupid? But then again it’s not like she could have known what to do, this was her first time ever engaging in this sort of intimate activity.
“Haruhi…” he said, his voice laced with the lust he felt looking at her with half lidded eyes he grasped her hips firmly with his large hands and pressed her down against him harder, this time grinding his hips into her as well, finally being in enough control to reciprocate the action.
He licked his lips, it felt incredible. Though they were still clothed, he could feel her soft mound pressing harshly against his engorged member, he could feel the way her thighs tightened slightly as he pressed against her hidden jewel and he loved every second of it.
“Oooh…” Haruhi cooed.
‘Guess I wasn’t hurting him after all.’
This went on for a few minutes longer, Haruhi writhing above him as he rolled his hips to meet hers, they set a gratifying pace, one that offered them both the satisfaction they so desired. Their respective moans and groans creating a passionate symphony that only they, themselves, were in attendance for. haruhi was the first to break their rhythm, unable to continue with their current situation. She could feel, very clearly, the sopping wetness their movements had caused in her panties and she wanted more but her pants were in the way. They had to go.
She stopped their motions and jumped down from his lap. She stood before him as he sat on the couch and before she could continue with what she was to do next he reached out and while he had his eyes locked with hers he undid the button on her pants.
‘How did he know what I wanted?’ she thought absently to herself, but the idea of him undressing her proved to strong an attraction to bother with such musings as lust once again clouded her mind.
Mori stopped with that, waiting for her to protest but she never did, in fact, she seemed rather eager to be rid of the fabric covering her, so he slid the zipper down and hooked his thumbs in the loops of her pants and then very slowly he pulled them down from her svelte hips, down her legs and eventually he let them pool on the ground at her feet.
For the second time that evening he smiled. Her panties matched her bra, pink and lacey, but he couldn’t ignore the very prominent dark patch that he saw. She was wet… for him.
He grit his teeth and felt his member twitch in his pants, impatiently. He wouldn’t rush this though. He wanted to savor every single second of their night together. After silently appraising her lower body, even though it was still slightly covered, he leaned back on the couch. She had been preparing for something, he assumed, that was why she had removed herself from his lap. He wanted to see what she was going to do next….
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