A Love Confession
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Adult ++
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Category:
+M to R › Ouran High Host Club
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
11,667
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Ouran High Host Club, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 4
'K, this is it, lovelies! Still don't own anything. Sad.
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“Lay on the bed,” she commanded him. Only too eager to obey, Mori did as he’d been told. Haruhi took off her slippers (and his) and followed him, crawling over his legs to reach his crotch. She saw the pants jerk as his member twitched eagerly.
The man’s eyes were so hopeful looking, beginning to cloud with the lust he felt for his beloved Haruhi. He couldn’t help that he had that reaction to her. This was his wet dream come true. Haruhi, commanding him to do these things for her. It was beautiful. It was like his drug. He was high on the girl currently straddling him, and it was euphoric.
Haruhi began unzipping the man’s zipper. It was erotic, the way the she slowly moved the zipper over his sensitive organ, and he loved it. She could tell by the contented moan that escaped his lips. When they were undone, she pulled them off. As she tugged the waist down over his lean legs, she let her fingertips run along his sensitive skin, eliciting even more moans from the man below her. His eyes were closed, his head laid back on the pillow, clutching at the blankets. She should’ve realized he’d be sensitive. Many people who are able to pick up on emotions feel them just as intensely, she figured, and Mori was the most perceptive person she knew.
Pants taken care of, she began caressing his penis through his boxers. Haruhi loved hearing him moan like this under her, because of her. It turned her on, and she began to feel a wetness between her legs. She pressed harder, moving slightly faster, and he began bucking into her hand. “Haruhi,” he rasped, “ahhhng, m – more…” The girl grinned slyly, and removed her hand. Mori opened his eyes, to see what she was doing, and then groaned as his boxers were removed forcefully and her hands were again on him.
Haruhi moved her hands up and down, grasping him, rubbing him, pulling, pushing, driving him to the edge. He made himself watch her, see her look of love and concentration as she worked his cock. Of course, when she stopped and got up off the bed, he thought it was all over. He’d had his fun, and she’d leave him. But she came back, lotion in hand. Rubbing it in her palms, he watched her as she grinned at him, then grabbed him again. That warm wetness!... He couldn’t help but thrust into her hands, and then do it again and again. He was close now, he could tell…
The girl knew. She could tell that he was squirming even more now, moaning even more wantonly – if that were possible. She herself was aching; Haruhi wanted Mori, wanted him to fill her like only he could. Watching him get off on her was her dream come true; how could one little word, and it being “cute”, cause all this to happen? That didn’t matter now, they were together and they were going to see pleasure. Gently letting go of his erection, she slid her hands beneath her shirt and lifted it off. It was the kind with the built-in bra, and since she didn’t have much to support, those worked very well for her.
Mori was saddened that she’d stopped, but the spectacle before him was much more brilliant. She was undressing for him. She was stripping off her clothes while straddling him; he could even feel her wetness seeping from beneath those little white panties, which were now his enemy. Those panties were in between him and his desire, and they needed to be gone. Now.
Catching her off-guard, Mori clutched at her and flipped her over while putting himself on top. It was a little trick he’d learned doing his hand-to-hand combat practice. He may excel at kendo, but that’s not all he knew how to do, and he was always encouraged to use his knowledge in everyday life. He looked down into her face, which for a brief moment showed confusion, now anticipation at what was about to happen. Using one arm for leverage, he took a hand and touched that smooth skin, that pale, beautiful part of his little Haruhi. She moaned at his feather-light touches, her nipples hardening without much effort. Mori couldn’t resist.
He took one into his mouth, nibbling, sucking, licking at it. Little Haruhi arched her back into his mouth, moaning. It was her turn to clutch at the sheets. He switched sides, now suckling her other nipple. He noticed that her toes were curling and smiled. Feeling mischievous, he trailed his tongue down to her navel, swirling it in the small hole. His fingers found her center, wet and ready for him, and he began to delve in that pristine pit with his devilishly long digits, feeling around to see her reactions, and to where he should pay the most attention.
As his fingers entered her, Haruhi couldn’t help but whimper. These feelings were unlike anything she’d ever experienced in her life, or anyone else’s. She gave in to him, and rocked her hips, trying to push those fingers further inside her. It worked minimally, and it was amazing to her what his hands could do. When Mori pulled them out, he was panting heavily over her. She gazed into his eyes, and she saw the love, the lust, the ultimate desire written there. He wanted her as much as she wanted him, and so she nodded, answering the question that hadn’t even been asked.
He took her then, trying to be gentle. Focusing, he guided himself in slowly. She asked him for more, and he gave it to her. Slowly pumping at first, until their fever grew into a passionate frenzy. When they came, it was together, and they laid together afterwards, eventually falling asleep in each others’ arms.
Mori woke up a bit later, his stomach rumbling from hunger. It didn’t take long for Haruhi to join him in his consciousness, and, a few hours after it all started, they finally went and got dinner.
[the end]
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Finally, it's OVER! R&R, please and thank you!
I'm gonna go take a nap, that was intense writing.
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“Lay on the bed,” she commanded him. Only too eager to obey, Mori did as he’d been told. Haruhi took off her slippers (and his) and followed him, crawling over his legs to reach his crotch. She saw the pants jerk as his member twitched eagerly.
The man’s eyes were so hopeful looking, beginning to cloud with the lust he felt for his beloved Haruhi. He couldn’t help that he had that reaction to her. This was his wet dream come true. Haruhi, commanding him to do these things for her. It was beautiful. It was like his drug. He was high on the girl currently straddling him, and it was euphoric.
Haruhi began unzipping the man’s zipper. It was erotic, the way the she slowly moved the zipper over his sensitive organ, and he loved it. She could tell by the contented moan that escaped his lips. When they were undone, she pulled them off. As she tugged the waist down over his lean legs, she let her fingertips run along his sensitive skin, eliciting even more moans from the man below her. His eyes were closed, his head laid back on the pillow, clutching at the blankets. She should’ve realized he’d be sensitive. Many people who are able to pick up on emotions feel them just as intensely, she figured, and Mori was the most perceptive person she knew.
Pants taken care of, she began caressing his penis through his boxers. Haruhi loved hearing him moan like this under her, because of her. It turned her on, and she began to feel a wetness between her legs. She pressed harder, moving slightly faster, and he began bucking into her hand. “Haruhi,” he rasped, “ahhhng, m – more…” The girl grinned slyly, and removed her hand. Mori opened his eyes, to see what she was doing, and then groaned as his boxers were removed forcefully and her hands were again on him.
Haruhi moved her hands up and down, grasping him, rubbing him, pulling, pushing, driving him to the edge. He made himself watch her, see her look of love and concentration as she worked his cock. Of course, when she stopped and got up off the bed, he thought it was all over. He’d had his fun, and she’d leave him. But she came back, lotion in hand. Rubbing it in her palms, he watched her as she grinned at him, then grabbed him again. That warm wetness!... He couldn’t help but thrust into her hands, and then do it again and again. He was close now, he could tell…
The girl knew. She could tell that he was squirming even more now, moaning even more wantonly – if that were possible. She herself was aching; Haruhi wanted Mori, wanted him to fill her like only he could. Watching him get off on her was her dream come true; how could one little word, and it being “cute”, cause all this to happen? That didn’t matter now, they were together and they were going to see pleasure. Gently letting go of his erection, she slid her hands beneath her shirt and lifted it off. It was the kind with the built-in bra, and since she didn’t have much to support, those worked very well for her.
Mori was saddened that she’d stopped, but the spectacle before him was much more brilliant. She was undressing for him. She was stripping off her clothes while straddling him; he could even feel her wetness seeping from beneath those little white panties, which were now his enemy. Those panties were in between him and his desire, and they needed to be gone. Now.
Catching her off-guard, Mori clutched at her and flipped her over while putting himself on top. It was a little trick he’d learned doing his hand-to-hand combat practice. He may excel at kendo, but that’s not all he knew how to do, and he was always encouraged to use his knowledge in everyday life. He looked down into her face, which for a brief moment showed confusion, now anticipation at what was about to happen. Using one arm for leverage, he took a hand and touched that smooth skin, that pale, beautiful part of his little Haruhi. She moaned at his feather-light touches, her nipples hardening without much effort. Mori couldn’t resist.
He took one into his mouth, nibbling, sucking, licking at it. Little Haruhi arched her back into his mouth, moaning. It was her turn to clutch at the sheets. He switched sides, now suckling her other nipple. He noticed that her toes were curling and smiled. Feeling mischievous, he trailed his tongue down to her navel, swirling it in the small hole. His fingers found her center, wet and ready for him, and he began to delve in that pristine pit with his devilishly long digits, feeling around to see her reactions, and to where he should pay the most attention.
As his fingers entered her, Haruhi couldn’t help but whimper. These feelings were unlike anything she’d ever experienced in her life, or anyone else’s. She gave in to him, and rocked her hips, trying to push those fingers further inside her. It worked minimally, and it was amazing to her what his hands could do. When Mori pulled them out, he was panting heavily over her. She gazed into his eyes, and she saw the love, the lust, the ultimate desire written there. He wanted her as much as she wanted him, and so she nodded, answering the question that hadn’t even been asked.
He took her then, trying to be gentle. Focusing, he guided himself in slowly. She asked him for more, and he gave it to her. Slowly pumping at first, until their fever grew into a passionate frenzy. When they came, it was together, and they laid together afterwards, eventually falling asleep in each others’ arms.
Mori woke up a bit later, his stomach rumbling from hunger. It didn’t take long for Haruhi to join him in his consciousness, and, a few hours after it all started, they finally went and got dinner.
[the end]
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Finally, it's OVER! R&R, please and thank you!
I'm gonna go take a nap, that was intense writing.