Everything | By : Veronique Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 4824 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or storylines from Ouran High School Host Club. The only things I own are my OC and the story line in this fic. I do NOT make money or any other sort of profit from this story. |
"Hello everyone, nice to see you all again." I took off my gloves and tossed them and my purse onto a couch. The twins waved, Kyoya pushed up his glasses, Honey said hi, Haruhi said hello and Mori stayed silent. I noticed Tamaki was absent.
"Our dearest leader is over in the corner, sulking. He wasn't too happy about doing things with someone he didn't love."
I chuckled, "well I'm sure you all know who it is that he does love. I'm also assuming she's here with us." Kyoya blanched and I laughed, "Kyoya darling, don't you think someone of my profession can tell whether or not a person is female?" I shook my head at the shocked faces of the hosts, "your secret is safe with me Haruhi darling, now come along. You and your 'daddy' are next."
Haruhi reluctantly followed me, her face burning and her sweat dropping. I led her to the bedroom, glad that the sheets had been changed. I turned to see Tamaki leaning on the doorframe; his face was almost as read as Haruhi's. Smiling, I said, "alright Tamaki, here's how this is going to work. You are going to do whatever pleases Haruhi and Haruhi is going to do whatever pleases you."
Tamaki grinned and tried to waltz out of the room, but I grabbed his collar and tossed him onto the bed. "Oh, no. You're staying here until you're both satisfied. Now..." I looked back at Haruhi, "Haruhi, darling, please come here." I drew her closer to the bed until she was directly in front of Tamaki. "Now... undress him."
Haruhi and Tamaki looked like tomatoes, and Haruhi looked at me in horror, "WHAT?!"
I sighed, placing one hand on my temple, "you have to undress him in order for anything to be done. So, come on, undress him. I won't look if you don't want me to."
"Is it absolutely neccessary for us to do this?" Haruhi was fiddling with her jacket again.
"Yes, it is, especially if you don't want anymore added on to your debt." Kyoya's voice wafted through the still open door, and I closed it as Haruhi's sweat dropped.
"Ugh, fine!" Haruhi blushed again, growing shy as she stood before Tamaki. I recognized the similar feelings they had for each other and smiled. Way to go Kyoya, I thought. Realizing that not much was going to be done until I helped, I took Haruhi's hands and placed them on Tamaki's jacket.
Tamaki's blush deepened and he looked away. Tentatively, Haruhi began to undo his jacket and once she was finished, she pushed it down his shoulders. Satisfied that we were now getting somewhere, I sat out of their line of sight in the armchair. Haruhi was still shy, but she grew more confident with each button she undid, even though her blush deepened as more skin was exposed.
Tamaki's hands were twitching, and all of a sudden he reached up and began to undo Haruhi's jacket. Haruhi jumped back but Tamaki surprised me by saying, "don't worry, it only makes sense to have the both of us undressed." Haruhi seemed, if only a little, comforted, and she resumed removing his shirt.
Soon, Tamaki was shirtless and Haruhi soon followed. Haruhi blushed, seemingly ashamed to be in such an undressed state. Tamaki chuckled, "please don't hate me for this, but this isn't anything I haven't seen before, Haruhi."
Haruhi blushed, seemingly contemplating hitting him before she suddenly looked resigned. She blushed deeper as her hands went to her pants button, unsnapping it and pushing down the zipper. Tamaki's face was pink as well, when he did the same. They almost knocked heads when they drew their pants down their legs, but Tamaki waited until Haruhi was finished before taking off his own.
They stood there for a moment, gazing at each other in only their undergarments before Haruhi shivered and Tamaki helped her onto the bed. They seemed a bit startled when I spoke, "good! Good, now... Haruhi, lay down, and Tamaki..." I grinned. "Explore." Tamaki and Haruhi blushed but complied.
Tamaki turned to me, suddenly unsure, "w-what do you mean, e-explore?"
I smiled, "just follow your instincts, basically, but touch Haruhi wherever you feel like. See what she likes and what she dislikes. Pay attention to her facial expressions, they'll help you figure things out." Tamaki and Haruhi's faces were a deep red again and I ignored them, returning to the armchair.
Tamaki turned to face Haruhi. He sighed and lifted one hand, reaching out to gently draw one finger down her side. Haruhi jumped, but let him continue. Tamaki brushed the same finger over her stomach, drawing lazy circles over her skin. He then moved his hands upwards, tracing her collarbone and the hollow of her neck. He leaned over her, brushing his fingers over the slight curves of her breasts, stopping only when she whispered his name.
I grinned, "already whispering your name, she is... You're better at this than I thought Mr. Souo." Tamaki brightened, doing it again before running a finger over the fabric of her bra. Haruhi let out a small gasp, her blush now gracing her neck. Tamaki then laid his palm over the entire thing and lightly squeezed. Haruhi's hand shot up and covered his.
Tamaki's whipped to face me, a worried look on his features, "did I do something wrong?"
I grinned, "oh, no, look at her face." Haruhi's lips were parted, and her eyes were fluttering. "She likes that very much." Tamaki brightened, and did it again, this time with both of her breasts. Haruhi gasped and arched her back a little. Tamaki removed his hands and Haruhi mewled in disappointment. He grimaced, unsure, but then unclasped the front of her bra and moved the fabric aside.
Tamaki looked down at her in amazement, before brushing his fingertips over one of her nipples. It immediately pebbled and he lightly rolled it in his fingertips. Haruhi whipped her head to one side, gripping the sheets. "Tamaki," she gasped. "D-do that again!" He blushed and complied, this time with both and she arched a little higher off of the bed.
I was grinning from ear to ear; it was going twice as well as I had thought. I felt content just to watch now, confident that Tamaki knew how to handle things. He then leaned over her, ghosting one breast with the smallest of kisses. Haruhi grapped his hair, biting her lip. Tamaki smiled and pressed another kiss closer to her nipple before kissing her areola. Haruhi held him there and he flicked his tongue gently over the tip.
Haruhi was rubbing her legs together, trying to quell the fire I knew was in her. I decided to help things along again, this time approaching the bed and taking one of Tamaki's hands and placing it between her legs. Tamaki looked up at me, a new blush creeping over his cheeks, but I only smiled and said, "rub." He did as told, gently and slowly, and Haruhi bucked her hips into his hand.
"T-Tamaki! That f-feels so good!" Haruhi was lost in her own pleasure, but I knew that soon, she would have to learn how to please Tamaki. He continued rubbing her over her panties, circling her opening, but brushed her clit accidentally, making Haruhi yelp and buck her hips into his hand.
I stood up, going back to the bed, "Haruhi, darling, now it's your turn." Haruhi blinked a few times before sitting up, looking confused. I clarified, "poor Tamaki hasn't been getting any attention! Now it's your turn to explore." I separated them and bade Tamaki lie down, so Haruhi could better reach him.
Haruhi turned bright red again, but leaned over Tamaki and traced his stomach. Smiling, I watched, standing not far away. Haruhi seemed unsure at first but grew bolder and tweaked his nipple just as he had hers. Tamaki blushed, giving out a little yelp. Haruhi grimaced but moved to kiss it instead. She then licked it, copying Tamaki's previous actions. He inhaled sharply and Haruhi kissed across his collar bone and down his throat to his belly button.
She giggled and traced it with her tongue, making him blush and sigh. Encouraged, she traced his hip bones and paused before beginning to draw his breifs down. Tamaki tried to stop her, but Haruhi liked being in control, so before I cuold say anything, she pushed him back down and pulled them off of him in one swift movement. Tossing the breifs over her shoulder, she stared down at Tamaki's erect member.
She brushed his hands away when he tried to cover himself and moved to kiss next to his hip. Haruhi licked the same spot before slowly moving closer to the blonde curls each time her lips met his skin. She lifted her hand and drew one finger up his thin but considerable length. He gasped her name and she smiled, gently wrapping her hand around his member. She pumped her hand down him once, then a second time before leaning down and tentatively licking the tip the third time.
Tamaki's eyes flew open and he jerked his hips. "H-Haruhi! W-what-" She hushed him and did it again, this time swirling her tongue around his tip. He moaned and she began sucking on him. I was proud of Haruhi; she seemed to be the dominant one in bed and quite confident as to where to go from there. A girl after my own heart, I thought to myself, grinning.
I stepped next to the bed ans looked down at them both. "I trust you both know how to go on from here, so I'll leave you two to it. There's condoms in the drawer next to the bed. Have fun you two." They both blushed, but Haruhi got up, tossed her panties to the floor and rummaged through the drawer. Tamaki was propped on his elbows, watching her as she returned to the bed. I giggled internally when Tamaki tackled Haruhi and began to explore her intimate folds.
Those two were going to have so much fun as their relationship blossomed. I turned to go, taking one last glance at the now intertwined love birds. Stepping into the light of the music room, I called out, "now that those two are taken care of... Who's next?"
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