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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.

Chapter List
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Disclaimer! Haruhi and Mori belong to Bisco Hatori, all rights belong to her.

Well folks, this is the last chapter. I hope you enjoyed it, Haruhi and Mori are my favorite alternate pairing for Ouran. They would be so cute together.

CHAPTER 5

He looked up at her, beseeching her with his eyes, he wasn’t sure as to how he should continue. He knew Haruhi was a virgin and it broke his heart to think he was going to have to bring her any sort of pain or discomfort. But what could he do? It was inevitable that he would have to do this if they were to go any further, and still, there was a small part of him that wanted to do this. Even though it would bring her pain, this would be the ultimate act in which he could take her as his own. No one else would be able to have her this way, untouched and pure.
Haruhi could read his hesitation and she knew why. She knew all too well that the first few minutes of this were going to be uncomfortable. Between health class, stories from the few female friends she had, and the occasional erotic novel that she would never admit to anyone that she had read, she was aware that this was going to hurt. Still, knowing that, she was fully prepared to continue. There was nothing she wanted more now than to be joined with this man, even if it could only be through their bodies. She saw the glint of sadness that touched his eyes and it made her heart squeeze painfully in her chest. She was determined to erase it, so she would take away the guilt of him having to make the move. She reached up to him, snaking her arm around his neck she kissed him deeply then she brought herself down on him hard, impaling herself on his length.
Her mouth tore away from his as she cried out in pain. It hurt, more than she had anticipated but it wasn’t unbearable. She had felt worse, but the pain was sharp, like a jolt of lightning tearing through her.
Mori was unable to move. His mind was reeling, trying to process more thoughts and sensations at once than he was used to. He couldn’t believe what she had just done. He was prepared to take it slow, to let her get accustomed to the feeling of him filling her but she took it upon herself to complete the task. The feeling was inconceivable and he was glad that she would take a few moments to adjust to him inside of her because if he moved now he was sure to spill himself into her. She was clutched tightly to him, both arms wrapped around his neck, her legs wrapped around his hips.
She felt his large hand rub soothingly on her back and she immediately began to relax, the gesture bringing her great comfort. Her body was starting to relax, the pain was slowly ebbing away until it was almost gone, leaving only the feeling of him inside of her.
He felt so bad. She was fastened to his torso, he felt the small tremors that were running through her body so he began to rub her back. He was fairly certain that if they had to, he could stop now. He didn’t want to hurt her. He didn’t want her to cry. He didn’t want Haruhi to hate him for doing this to her. His heart clenched in his chest as the thought that she may not want to speak to him again came to mind. That one thought hurt more than any kendo related injury ever had. It hurt more than any of the fights, few though they may be, that he had had with Mitskuni.
He hissed as he felt her shift against him, raising her hips slightly then bringing herself back down onto him. She felt so good, her wet heat stroking his member caused his desire for her to burn again. Her tight passage refusing to let go of him even as he pulled out of her, grasping him, trying to suck him back into her blinding heat. The feeling was blissfully mind numbing but he knew he couldn’t continue, not if she was hurting. He grasped her hips forcefully, halting any further movement from her.
“Haruhi, you don’t have to do this.” He breathed to her quietly. If their joining was going to cause her anymore distress he didn’t want it.
“I’m fine.” She told him reassuringly.
It was not lost on him that her voice sounded unsteady, it shook as she spoke.
“I hurt you.” He stated, matter of fact.
“It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt so bad now.” She replied, not wanting to end this, not yet.
He looked away from her, indecision clouding his mind. He was never one to question his actions, his heart was always true, his honor as a Morinozuka kept him on the path of righteousness but in this situation he just wasn’t sure.
Yes, he wanted Haruhi, desperately so, but not at the price of hurting her. Not at the price of losing her friendship. The desire he had for her physically didn’t even touch the desire he had for her emotionally. He resolved in his mind that he could give this up, absolutely, if he needed to.
“Takashi…” she begged, pouting her lips she moved against him again, rocking her hips. To her astonishment the action felt good, she moaned.
“Haruhi…” he growled, warning her, he sank his fingertips deeper into the supple skin on her hip. He was sure it would bruise later but he needed her to stop. Year and years of self-denial and self-control, his years of discipline were slipping away from him as she moved against him. If she didn’t stop, he knew he couldn’t control himself, he was teetering dangerously close to the edge.
“But I want you, Takashi.” She breathed, never ceasing in her delicious movements. She moaned louder this time as his shaft brushed past a particularly sensitive spot deep within her.
And that was all it took. The poker faced Takashi Morinozuka was powerless against this small woman before him. His steel resolve had just dissolved into ashes, drifting slowly into the night sky. He gave into his carnal instincts, pulling back, he slammed himself into her, forcing her to take him to the hilt and he gained a scream from her in the process. He repeated the actions, slamming himself into her roughly over and over again, reveling in the sounds of her strained moans, her pleas for more. He looked to see his lovers face, distorted in her state of pleasure and he felt himself get harder at the sight. Haruhi always had an air of control to her, an aloofness that made her somewhat unattainable to those around her but now she was his, throwing all her reservations out the window. Just as she had destroyed his control, he had demolished hers. He couldn’t help but set a fast pace, having restrained himself so much earlier he was unable to do so now.
Haruhi was in a state of sweet, blissful shock. She had just lost her virginity to the one she loved. White hot pleasure coursed through her body as she felt him stroking her from the inside with his hard length. He was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, making his tanned skin look all the more luscious, like fresh caramel. She ran her tongue along the pulse point at his neck, which was throbbing rapidly, his hot breath in her ear accompanied by his groans every so often.
He lifted her up off the couch without removing himself from her core, his hands lifting her up and down on his throbbing member and even though he was now buried to the hilt in her, rapidly claiming what was his he didn’t feel fulfilled. He wanted more.
Pulling himself out of her he deposited her on the couch. He smirked triumphantly as he heard her whimper at their loss of contact.
‘Be patient, little one. I’ll give you everything you need in a moment’
“I want you on your knees.” He commanded in a breathy whisper.
Complying with his request, Haruhi sat up onto her knees, wondering why he would want her like this.
He couldn’t hold back the quiet laugh as he looked at her, she had obviously misinterpreted his request but he found her naivete to the situation cute, so deliciously innocent. She was, after all, still new to this experience. He positioned himself behind her on the couch, on his knees as well. He reached out, placing his large palm between her shoulder blades, he pushed her so that she was now bent over in front of him on her hands and knees.
“Mori-senpai?” she questioned.
Growling, not only at the sight of her spread this way before him, her backside exposed to him, her entrance glistening, just begging to be taken but also at her use of the honorific, he guided himself into her tight heat once again. He grabbed her by her hair, twisting the short, silky strands between his long fingers and pulled her against him so that her back was flush with his chest, all the while he remained buried deep inside of her.
Nipping her shoulder sharply, he said “Takashi.”
He released her and she fell back to her hands and knees. He began moving in and out of her again, pumping harder and harder as he went.
He wanted to hear it. He wanted her to scream his name, his first name. He had never craved anything this way before, he wanted to hear her cry his name over and over until she couldn’t speak anymore.
She cried out loud, the new angle of their love making caused his member to stroke heavily against her core. They were both breathing heavily, panting as their sweat and sexual fluids mixed from the rigors of their joining.
He knew he was coming close to completion, but he didn’t want to go alone. He wanted to take her with him, so he decreased the pace slightly, pulling himself out of her completely before burying himself within her again. His left hand reached around to tweak and tease the pink peak of her breast, while he took his thumb from his right hand and shoved it into her mouth.
She sucked on the digit eagerly, but he removed it shortly after he had placed it there. She would soon find out why.
Feeling her inner walls begin to tighten slightly as her release neared. He took the soaked appendage she had just been sucking on and pressed it into the smaller, tighter hole of her ass.
Her breath left her as she felt him sink, what she assumed was his thumb into her. Her moaning became much more vulgar and she found herself embarrassed that she found this so enjoyable. The sensation was becoming too much to handle. How did he know just what to do to send her over the edge? She felt that all too familiar tightening in her lower belly and as he moved his hand from her breast to press against her pink pearl she found herself unable to hold on.
“Takashiiiii! I- I-… cumming…” she screamed.
Between the clenching of her inner walls, tightening and squeezing him, her use of his common name, and the fact that she had just said something so dirty were all too much for him and he found himself coming undone. Her name spilled from his lips as he simultaneously spilled his hot seed into her body. He was sure he’d never cum this hard in his entire life.
As they both convulsed as their orgasms wracked through their bodies he felt himself losing his energy so he grabbed her and turned to the side as they both fell to the couch, he spooned her small body against his own, his large arm draped delicately over her.
Mori found it funny, for someone as athletic and powerful as he was, that he was completely exhausted by their recent activity. He thought, perhaps, having the added emotion tacked on to the sex made it a bit more taxing on a person. After all, he’d never felt this way about anyone else before.
It was a few minutes before their breathing returned to normal, he stroked her hair lovingly as he nuzzled into her neck, indulging in the scent of her. She smelled of cherry blossoms and sex, her usual scent tinged lightly with sweat from her physical exertion. It was mouthwatering.
He pressed feather light kisses to her shoulders, reveling in the feel of her in his arms. She was so warm and small. She fit, he thought, perfectly into the space his body created and he knew that when they had to part, it would hurt him more than he had anticipated.
Haruhi lay still, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms because she knew that all too soon this happy interlude would end. She was still in a state of disbelief that she had actually done… that… with Mori-senpai. No, with Takashi. It filled her with a warm fuzzy feeling knowing that he wanted her to speak his given name.
Absently, she wondered what time it was. Craning her neck to see the clock on the wall she gasped, sitting upright swiftly.
“Oh my God…”
He was glad she wasn’t looking at him because he flinched when she pulled away from him. The next words out of her mouth stung too, like thousands of tiny needles pricking his skin. It must be sinking in to her now what they had done, she was probably regretting it…
Mori watched the small girl as she ran around the room, picking up discarded pieces of her clothing, dressing herself quickly. Once she had donned her undergarments, she threw her camisole over her head and searched for her pants. She found them in the hands of her lover, walking over to him apprehensively, she offered a small thank you as she took them from his hands. He did not look at her as she finished dressing.
Across the room Haruhi noted her torn button down… she would have to purchase a new one since this particular piece was now rendered useless. Her face flushed as she remembered the act that had caused that damage, that familiar heat returning between her legs, she rubbed her thighs together absently.
‘Should I be feeling like this again so soon?’
Mori now sat on the couch, having put his slacks back on he had not replaced any other articles of clothing. His head was in his hands, his ears trained on the movement of the other occupant of the room. Was she so desperate to get away from him now? His heart felt like it was tearing in half, he wasn’t used to this sort of feeling.
He noted that the noises in the room had ceased and he assumed she had taken her leave. He steeled himself before raising his head, to his surprise he was now staring into the brown eyes of Haruhi.
Haruhi was instantly distressed at the desperate, almost pained look that her senpai’s face held. She never could have imagined this expression on his face.
“What’s wrong, Takashi?” she asked, her voice quiet, as if she were afraid it may scare him away somehow.
Takashi sighed, his name on her lips causing a shiver of desire to slink its way up his spine again. He couldn’t do this, he couldn’t let her go, he couldn’t go back to normal. He had to try.
“Haruhi…” he started before trailing off, his nerve waning just slightly. He cleared his throat before starting again.
“Be with me.” He said, simply. He took both of her small hands in his own, his eyes holding hers. He wondered if she could feel the slight tremor of his hands.
“I’m not sure I understand, senpai. What do you mean?” she asked, her brows knitting together in confusion. What was he asking of her?
Takashi ground his teeth, frustrated by his awkwardness with words. He couldn’t afford for her to misunderstand him. This moment would decide his happiness, for the rest of his life. He needed to be direct for once, this time he needed to voice his wants.
“I mean, that I want you to be mine, Haruhi.”
But that still wasn’t what he really wanted to say, what he really wanted to tell her was that he loved her, however, he felt rejection would sting that much more if he left himself that vulnerable so he phrased it this way.
He felt her hands tense in his and he watched her intently, eager for her response. His heart sunk in his chest as the moments ticked by, unable to read her expression he was becoming more despondent by the second.
Then finally, after what felt like an eternity, her eyes softened and she moved in to kiss him gently, her lips molding to his.
“I love you, Takashi.” She replied.
Mori’s eyes widened in surprise, in truth he wasn’t expecting her to reply that way. He was bracing himself for the sweet rejection that she dishes out to the other members of the host club. He never, in his wildest dreams, would have thought that Haruhi shared the same feelings he did.
He reached out and pulled the petite girl into his arms, he squeezed her tightly, not enough to hurt her, but he needed to know that she was real. That this was real, that he and Haruhi loved each other.
He pulled back so he could look her in the eyes, he wanted her to know he was serious.
“I love you too, Haruhi.”
He watched as she smiled again, she really looked genuinely happy and he was too.
Now that his deepest feelings were voiced, he wondered why she seemed to be in such a hurry to take her leave of him. If she loved him and didn’t regret what they did together, why was she rushing around?
“Do you have to go?” he asked, the faintest trace of defeat in his voice.
Haruhi hesitated for a moment, her eyes travelling between the clock on the wall and his eyes. She certainly didn’t want to leave but she needed to. It was almost one o’clock in the morning, their romantic interlude lasted much longer than she ever could have imagined and she knew her father would be severely cross with her when she came home and yet she was reluctant to leave, afraid that if she did this would reveal itself as some sort of dream.
“I do. My dad is probably wondering where I am...” she finally said.
He nodded his head in understanding, taking her hand in his he placed a feather light kiss to her palm, conveying to her the feelings he couldn’t seem to speak aloud.
“May I walk you home?”
Haruhi was pleased by his request, at this hour she didn’t really want to make the trek alone.
“I would like that very much, Takashi, I really would.”
With that he stood, he picked his shirt up from the couch and promptly noticed the small drops of crimson that adorned the fabric.
He bit back a groan, he knew what it was and a small part of him felt terrible for what he was about to do. He decided to forego that shirt, instead he folded it up and put it in his bag, a small reminder of their first coupling.
If she noticed she didn’t voice it so he instead put his blazer on, without his button down, it would be enough cover on their journey, at this time of night they weren’t likely to pass many others on the street.
Now that they were both clothed he felt the need to cement his feelings for her, to let her know this wasn’t some fleeting fancy for him, that he wanted her tomorrow, and the next day and the next...
He reached over to her, cupping her face gently in his massive hands, he kissed her lips, then the tip of her nose, her forehead and back to her lips where he kissed her firmly, deeply, demanding a lifetime from her.
Haruhi felt lightheaded. This was for real, Takashi loved her and she loved him.
As they broke from their contact, Haruhi couldn’t help but notice the love shining in the eyes of the man that most would deem indifferent and uncaring. She couldn’t believe how far from the truth that was.
Mori took her hand in his, his other held both of their school bags and they took their leave of the host club room, knowing that the next time they entered, things would never be the same. They would have to reveal to their friends their relationship, but neither felt the anxiety they thought they should. They would have each other in the end, that knowledge alone made it so much easier to face.
The next day, as Kyoya walked into the club room to begin calculations for the next ridiculous theme Tamaki had planned for them all, he noticed the white buttons strewn across the floor.
It took him less than ten seconds to recognize what they belonged to and what must have happened. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and his forefinger. Today had the potential to be exceedingly irritating but then again, he had told Haruhi he didn’t mind what she did so long as it didn’t interfere with club activities.
He wondered if this would qualify as an adequate disruption...
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