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Strawberries	By : Atomicnebula13 Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 7251 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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Hello all! I am so sorry this chapter took so long to post but I had a really hard time trying to find a decent way to end this story but I think I figured it out! This is the last chapter, I hope all of you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Until next time!

CHAPTER 4
He moved to the counter where he set her down gently just at the edge, she leaned back on her hands to stabilize herself, she knew this was going to be rough. The mutual teasing had pushed both of them past the breaking point.
He grasped himself firmly in his right hand, stroking himself harshly several times before he bent his knees to bring him down to her level. He swept the tip through her wet folds several times, lubricating himself for an easy entry. He then lined himself up with her and pressed himself into her slowly, first the tip then the rest of him followed. He stopped when he was completely seated within her, he gave her a moment to get used to his size inside of her.
Haruhi moaned the entire time he sunk himself into her passage. She could feel herself stretching to accommodate his size, she could feel every ridge of him as it slid past her slick walls.
He pumped his hips in a slow rhythm. Slow, shallow thrusts just as he had done earlier with his fingers. He moaned as his length began to be coated with her desire, she was so wet. Mori was sliding in and out of her so easily, between the friction and the slick heat he wasn’t sure how long he would last.
“Haruhi” he moaned her name, his voice deep and guttural.
The young woman shook at the sound of his voice, whenever they indulged in each others bodies his voice always took on a very gravelly tone, like the growl of a feral animal. He was such an instinctual person that she was not surprised that this was one of the few times that his monotone could be broken and she loved it. She reveled in the knowledge that it was her that made the change.
Mori began to increase the pace as he took in the sight of her on the counter, her legs wrapped around his waist, her slender body covered in a glossy sheen of her sweat. A few pieces of her hair had begun to stick to her forehead and her breath came out in breathy whispers and moans. Every so often she would speak his name and when she did he couldn’t help but slam himself into her harder, to answer her unspoken needs.
He reached up to her, sweeping her arms out from beneath her which brought her to lie flat on her back. He pinned her arms down up above her head and pulled her further off her counter top so that the entire bottom half of her body was supported by his right hand and his hips.
Mori slammed into her relentlessly, he loved the way her small breasts bounced with every thrust, the way she struggled to speak his name but seemed to stumble as a moan would interrupt her words, the way she bit her lower lip in a futile attempt to quiet herself. He bent himself over her, he pressed his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply, muffling her cries. The change in his position caused him to rub heavily on her hidden jewel and in response her hips moved faster, with more fervor to meet his.
Haruhi met his every thrust, sliding up and down on his hard length, bringing herself closer to the blissful release that she knew was just out of her reach. She was so close and she knew he was as well, she could feel his length twitch inside of her.
Mori kept her firmly pinned to the counter, the only movement the young girl could manage was to arch her back or move her hips. He couldn’t hold back much longer, her walls continued to tighten around him, squeezing him, coaxing him to release.
“T-takashi... I’m going to cum... I’m cumming!” she yelled and a moment later her entire body shook with the force of her orgasm.
The boy could only manage a few more thrusts before he followed suit, spilling his essence into her warm, wet passage, coating her inner walls and folds.
The young woman lay still on the counter, panting heavily and trying to quiet the pounding of her pulse. That was... intense. She looked up into the steel grey eyes of her lover, they were softer now that his craving had been sated. When he was sexually aroused his eyes were always more intense, his look more severe which always cause a shiver to run up her spine. He released her wrists from his grasp, he trailed his hands down her arms, over her shoulders, and then to her face where he cradled it gently between them.
He bent down and kissed her on each of her cheeks, silently thanking her for willingly giving herself to him, for taking care of his needs. He gathered her in his arms removing her from the counter top he sent her down on the floor. They both redressed silently and for the rest of the afternoon they cleaned the kitchen, Haruhi never did completed the dessert she had been attempting to make but neither seemed to mind. They were both satisfied and that was all that mattered.
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Mori continued stroking himself as the memories of that afternoon returned to him, dredged up by the sight of those offensive strawberries. He imagined his girlfriends slender body and did his best to imagine it was her hands that were stroking him. Reaching over to his bedside table he removed the small, discreet bottle he had, squeezing a bit of its contents directly into the palm of his right hand. He took the lubricant and smoothed it across his tip and then down his length. He groaned out loud as the slick wetness began to coat his member, he thought of Haruhi’s warm, tight entrance and he began to pump his hips in time with his hand.
He immediately stilled when he heard a knock sound on his door, just a small wrapping of someone’s knuckles on the wood. He yanked up his shorts as fast as he could manage and moved to the door, he did not answer it, just silently waited.
“Takashi... are you in here? Your mother said you would be.” Haruhi said, her hand moving to grab the door handle.
In the next second she found herself being yanked through the doorway and into the confines of her boyfriends room. Immediately his hands were exploring her, massaging her small breasts. She opened her mouth in shock, gasping at his ministrations. He took this opportunity to kiss her, his tongue slipping into her mouth easily and she returned the kiss eagerly.
Mori broke away just long enough to remove his shirt and hers then he pressed her naked chest to his own, reveling in the soft feel of her body pressed against him.
“Takashi... what’s gotten into you?” Haruhi couldn’t help but ask. He was being fairly aggressive this afternoon, not that she minded much. It was certainly a warm welcome.
He frowned, concerned that he may have come on a bit too strong but he couldn’t help it.
“Strawberries.” he mumbled, not really meaning to say it out loud but if it weren’t for that damned tart he would have never been so stimulated.
“Strawberries?” the tawny haired girl questioned, standing nude from the waist up. “I don’t understand.”
Mori shook his head, a small coy smile on his face. He picked her up and laid her down on his bed. He made quick work of the rest of her clothing, leaving her bare on the soft satin sheets that he had. He kissed down the length of her flat stomach until he reached the top of her soft mound. He delved his tongue deep inside of her, tasting that familiar and enticing flavor that was Haruhi.
He lavished attention upon her for several minutes, leaving her face flushed and her body humming. He lifted himself up and loomed over her, he freed his member from the confines of his clothing. Lining himself up with her entrance, he moved his mouth to her ear and whispered, “Strawberries taste like you Haruhi.”
Haruhi shivered at the implication, he was telling her that her pussy tasted like strawberries. He must have encountered them at some point during his day and they reminded him of her. She found this knowledge to be extremely stimulating.
Mori pressed himself into her and claimed what he had longed for since the moment he left his kitchen earlier in the afternoon. No, Morinozuka Takashi would never be able to look at strawberries in the same way again. They would always call her to mind, for the rest of his days strawberries would remind him of Haruhi. Strawberries would remind him of sex.

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