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After Hours	By : Atomicnebula13 Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 9176 -:- 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.

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Disclaimer! Bisco Hatori's characters, not mine, all rights belong to her. I'm just borrowing two of them for bit ;)

CHAPTER 3
Haruhi could barely comprehend what exactly was happening to her. Mori-senpai, the quietest and most reserved member of the entire host club had just removed her pants and most of her other clothing, touched her in ways no one had ever touched her before. The only thing left to cover her body was the pair of panties she was wearing and she silently thanked the Gods that today had not been laundry day. She stood before him for a moment just watching him look at her. She hoped he liked what he saw… if the bulge in his pants was any indication, he did.
She stepped out of the pants that were at her feet, kicking them across the room she then lowered herself to her knees in front of him as he sat on the couch silently observing her. She leaned towards him and pressed her lips to the underside of his jaw, just like she had wanted to do the first time he had carried her.
She heard him hum low when she did that, feeling the vibrations on her lips from him and she continued her path across his tanned skin. Once she reached the taut muscles of his stomach she ran the tip of her tongue along the ridges, his muscles tensed at the contact before relaxing and the act generated several more moans from him. When she reached his belly button she flicked out her tongue, dipping it into the well she heard his sharp intake of breath.
She smiled against his skin.
She wanted him to like this, she wanted to please him. Moving lower she came to the button on his pants. She raised her shaking hands up and after a few unsuccessful attempts, she undid the button. Then she did something he couldn’t have seen coming. She used her teeth to pull down the zipper, all the while she kept her gaze locked on his.
His mouth opened in astonishment. Where the hell had she learned to do that?!
Ignoring his inquisitive gaze she continued on grasping his pants and pulling them down, he raised his hips off the couch so she could achieve her goal, all to eager to aid her in any way.
To say she was impressed was an understatement. He was massive. His cock strained against the fabric of his black boxers, barely able to contain him. Haruhi felt a strange mixture of intimidation and need that caused the heat between her legs to flare considerably. Determined to go further she pulled his boxers down and then discarded them with the rest of their clothing. He was now completely bare before her eyes, the sight was thrilling. She could hear her heartbeat pounding in her ears, her breath sped up, coming out in short puffs, her eyes glazed over with want as she greedily took in the sight of his length which now pointed straight at the ceiling, standing tall and rigid.
She looked up at him expectantly and she almost fumbled when she saw his expression.
His face was beet red, his eyes refusing to meet hers. For some reason she found this extremely funny.
How could he feel embarrassed with a body as absolutely flawless as his own?
She lifted herself up to him, leaning forward she allowed his length to brush against her entire body and she heard him gasp.
“Mori-senpai… don’t be embarrassed. You look so good.” She breathed into his ear, her hot breath fanning out against him. Haruhi was pleasantly surprised by how confident and sultry her voice sounded but she wanted him to know that she fully appreciated the view. She then used her tongue to trace the outer shell of his ear before she took his lobe into her mouth, reciprocating the act he had done for her earlier in the evening.
“Ughn…” he moaned incoherently, the sensation of her soft tongue laying claim to the sensitive skin and the feel of her petite body pressed against his was divine, this was heaven. Her skin was so soft and smooth, his own heated skin was beginning to crave the feeling, he wanted nothing more than to feel her entire naked body pressed against his.
She pulled away from him, allowing her chest to slide against his, her hardened peaks brushing against him in the most seductive way possible, she returned to her position between his knees. Reaching out she took his hard length into her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
This elicited not only a heated groan from him but also caused liquid to bubble up at the tip of him. Intrigued she moved her mouth to the head and experimentally ran her tongue along his tip, tasting him.
“Haruhi!” he managed to growl out. As much as he wanted this he didn’t think he would be able to hold himself back from bucking his hips into her mouth and forcing her to take all of him. He didn’t want to choke her but he knew it was a distinct possibility if she continued her ministrations.
Haruhi ignored him, from his reaction it had obviously been something he liked so she wanted to continue. His heady taste was salty, exotic, akin to the taste of his mouth but more concentrated in this form. This time she ran her tongue along the entire tip, twisting it around before she inserted it into her mouth and began to suck him. She pressed her tongue along the underside of his shaft, taking him deeper into the confines of her mouth with each stroke, stroking the base of him with her hand. Even if she tried her damndest, Haruhi knew she wouldn’t be able to take his entire length into her mouth. She wondered if she was even doing this right, she didn’t exactly have any sort of experience in this. She didn’t get too far into her learning experience though, shortly after starting she was pulled up roughly by the hair at the nape of her neck.
She gave a surprised yelp, though it didn’t exactly hurt, it was unexpected. Maybe she shouldn’t have ignored him before.
She was brought eye to eye to Mori and the fire she saw in his eyes gave her reason to pause.
“Mori-senpai?” she questioned. Had she done something wrong?

“Takashi.” He said, low and guttural. It wasn’t a request. It wasn’t a suggestion. It was a command.
It was too much. Her skills were clumsy at best but that made it all the more seductive to him, her innocence was intoxicating.
“Takashi…” she whispered breathlessly.
He growled, pressing his lips to hers roughly he laid claim to what was his. He wanted her so badly. There was a perfectly good reason for why he was called the “wild type” in the host club, Mori acted solely on instinct and now his were taking over, his usual disciplined nature was being overpowered. Hearing his given name fall from her lips caused an intense surge of emotion to stir within him. He felt love for her, possession over her, and a slight touch of anger at her use of the honorific on his name. He didn’t want her to use an honorific when she addressed him any longer. He didn’t want there to be anything between them anymore, he wanted them to join in every way possible. Physically, emotionally, spiritually. It was no good to use such social normalcies in a situation that did not deem them, if Haruhi was to be his lover, she needed to call him Takashi. He wanted every single aspect of the small woman that was before him.
He needed her and soon otherwise he was convinced he would burst into flames, consuming everything in the room around him. True, Haruhi would not be his first. He had two other partners before this but he had never felt this aroused, this heated before, never wanted anything with this magnitude. Maybe it did make a difference if you loved someone.
His first lover he met during his second year, a girl he had not known all that well but he had tried to give a relationship a try at the insistence of Mitskuni. He found out shortly that she wasn’t interested in him outside of business dealings and the bedroom, which hurt, even though he never particularly cared for the girl. He had been used… and the second girl had been nothing but a fling, just getting rid of some excess tension.
He didn’t feel that way about Haruhi, not at all.
Mori wanted to claim Haruhi as his own. He wanted her, now and forever, if she would have him.
All his life he denied himself anything he wanted or desired, disciplined to a painful degree. Living solely for his blonde headed cousin, looking only to satisfy Mitskuni’s aspirations. For the first time, he wanted something that was only his, something that would bring him alone pleasure and happiness. Haruhi could bring that to him.
Reaching down he grasped her by her bottom and dragged her back into his lap. If she continued her ministrations with that perfect mouth he knew he wouldn’t last long. Besides, he hadn’t gotten his chance to touch her.
He settled her into his lap, her knees on either side of his hips on the couch and he lowered her down onto him. He could feel how wet she was through her panties and he knew he needed to feel her.
He reached up to squeeze her breasts, pinching both of her nipples simultaneously and just as she had done before she bucked her hips against him. He hissed as he felt her soaking wetness begin to coat his length. He wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer, his member throbbed and ached, begging to be buried deep in the confines of her wet passage, to claim her.
His right hand slid down from her breast, over the smooth skin of her stomach, reaching lower until he cupped her sex in his hand. She moaned loudly at the contact and the heat from his palm, she pressed herself against him but he moved his hand away. Mori wanted to be in control of her passions for the moment.
Her eyes fluttered open to look at him, whimpering at the loss of contact against her mound. She leaned down, pressing her lips against his own again. This time she delved her tongue into his mouth, tasting him, kissing him with a feverish passion she didn’t know she possessed but she needed to feel him, in some way.
Her tongue’s enthusiastic ministrations against his own made it impossible for him to keep his hands to himself. He replaced his hand to her mound, pressing lightly with the heel of his hand into the spot where he knew her secret nub would be.
“Mmmm….” Was the only response he got but he took it as a good sign.
He continued his assault on her soft sex, he could feel her clit harden under his attentions, her panties were completely soaked through, her hot wetness was beginning to soak his hand and though he tried to ignore it and continue, he couldn’t.
He moved his hand off of her and she whined, disappointed. It had felt so good, she didn’t want him to stop but her disappointment soon dissolved as she felt his thumb sweep repeatedly over her hidden pearl and she couldn’t help herself as her body tensed with every caress. Haruhi wondered how much she could take before she actually broke and went insane.
Mori continued his assault on her small body, she was now grinding against him wildly and he could feel her body begin to quake. Her thighs tensed around his legs, her breath coming out in shallow pants, moans and whimpers were beginning to become strangled noises in her throat. He wondered if this would be her first orgasm and he hoped it was, just another form in which he would lay his claim to her. The sense of accomplishment would be like nothing he ever felt before.
Seconds later, after one last hard circling of his thumb over her, Haruhi screamed, her body convulsing harshly as her very first orgasm crashed down on her. He could feel the contraction of her inner walls even through her panties and he bit his lip hard enough to draw a little blood. He wanted to feel that around his own length.
He felt an immense pride swell in his chest as he watched her cum. He had done that, he had made Haruhi lose control and he loved it.
Still coming down from the extreme high that her lover had brought her to Haruhi was completely spent in the arms of the man she was with. She pressed lazy kisses to his shoulder, tasting him. He lifted them both off of the couch before he deposited her on it again and this time he was on his knees before her. Haruhi’s mind slowly began to register the position they were now in and for the first time since their exploration began, she was nervous.
She knew what was coming next, he wanted to see her naked… completely. It wasn’t that she was worried about the acts she was sure they would engage in, no, that was what she was counting on. She wanted that. But still, no one had ever seen her completely naked before and she was a little embarrassed. What if he didn’t like the way she looked?
Her face was on fire as he hooked his thumbs underneath the elastic of her panties. She couldn’t do this, she was too embarrassed. She moved her hands to lay on top of his and he looked up at her.
Mori wondered if she was finally going to stop him.
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