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Recover	By : ramblingrobin Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 11392 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I don’t own Ouran and don’t make money off of my silly little fantasies.

Chapter List
- 1-Recover Ch 1
- 2-Recover Ch 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Recover Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-Ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Ch 10
- 11-Ch 11
- 12-Ch 12
- 13-Ch 13
- 14-Ch 14
- 15-Ch 15
- 5
- 6
- 7
Recover

Ch 6

Haruhi writhed beneath Kyoya, whimpering. He held her right wrist in a tight grip, keeping her arm twisted behind her back and pressed flat on her belly into the mattress. The fingers of her other hand gripped into the sheets. Her shoulder ached but she didn't say stop. The pain was delicious. Almost like she could taste it on the tip of her tongue, like caramel that was just a little too hot. The stinging slap Kyoya delivered to her ass-cheek just added more flavor.

“Spread your thighs.” He said into her ear, delivering a popping smack to the other cheek.

Haruhi kicked her ankles apart, opening her thighs.

“Wider.” He said calmly and she opened further.

Kyoya knelt between her knees, keeping her arm twisted up behind her. He grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked her head up. They had figured out hair-pulling was ok, and pulling her head back was alright, just not holding her head and pushing it forward. From her gasp and moan as he tugged, she seemed to rather like it.

“Fucking spread.” He growled as he used his own knees to spread her thighs as wide as possible. He released her hair, her face falling back to the soft mattress.

It felt like her muscles might cramp if she had to hold the position too long, but it was painless for now. She felt cool air caress her pussy. Then it was more than just a breeze touching her.

“Mmm. You're very wet, Haruhi.”

She moaned as he traced a finger around her opening. His fingers pushed her labia wide, leaving her feeling even more exposed. His fingers left her and she wriggled in disappointment.

“Careful.” Kyoya murmured. “If you wiggle too much I might miss.”

“M-miss?” Haruhi stammered then yelped as a hot flash of pain snapped one side of her pussy. She cried out again as it nipped the other side. He was flicking her labia with the tip of his finger as he had flicked her nipple earlier.

“Yes, it would be terrible if I missed.” His fingered circled her clit and she shuddered with electric pleasure. “I might accidentally hit you here.” His finger suddenly snapped out, the back of the nail catching her directly on the sensitive nub. She screamed and would have flailed, but Kyoya held her down tight, forcing her to ride the pain, keeping her legs spread wide.

Kyoya paused and she could hear the smile in his voice. “Now you're twice as wet. Practically dripping.” His finger gently stroked her stinging clit soothingly, drawing a moan from her. “Do you like this, Haruhi? Is this what you want?”

She nodded into the bed.

It wasn't a good enough answer for Kyoya. Two stinging slaps, one for each ass-cheek, startled her.

“Tell me you want this, or I'll stop.”

Haruhi felt like electricity ran through her. “Don't stop,” she gasped.

The flat of his hand struck her inner thigh with a pop, first the left then the right. “You like this?”

“Yes.” She moaned.

“You like it when I hurt you?”

“Yes, more, more, please.”

“Alright, I'll hurt you some more, since you're asking so nicely.” The next smack landed directly on her pussy. Kyoya actually had a little trouble holding her down as she screamed. “Should I just hurt you?” His fingers circled her opening again and gently stroked her nub. “Or should I fuck you too?” Two fingers plunged inside her and she shrieked and bucked.

It took her a moment to find coherence. “F-fuck me, Kyoya-senpai.” She gasped and moaned as his fingers slid in and out, his thumb rubbing her clit more roughly now.

“Would you like it gentle, Haruhi? Should I carefully make love to you?” He nuzzled her temple.

Her muscles were gripping his fingers, Christ, she was tight.

“No.” She moaned. “Fuck me. Hurt me. Hard.” She gasped. “Do it hard.”

She didn't know how she could speak. She felt like she was falling to pieces. So much feeling, so many things to pull at her. He yanked her up by her twisted arm and scooted her until her legs fell off the edge of the bed. Kyoya stood behind her and kicked her legs wide apart before she could get her feet under her. She felt unsteady, but she was able to stand this way.

“Stay.” He commanded.

He released his bruising grip on her twisted arm and she hissed as it fell limply to her side. She heard a drawer rattle at the bedside and then the crinkle of plastic. He was back in a moment. His fingers wrapped around her hips and dug in, holding her tight and steady. She felt the tip of him nudging her entrance and she moaned with wanting. She tried to push herself back at him and got a stinging slap on her ass for it. She stilled as he moved one hand to her head, twining his fingers through her hair and gripping tight. His other hand held her hip firmly as he took a deep breath and plunged his full length into her pussy.

Haruhi screamed and Kyoya couldn't hold back a moan. His cock twitched inside her. She was so damnably tight. Haruhi felt so full. When he'd slammed into her it had felt wonderful even as she felt like she was being stretched too far, too fast. The pain was sharp and immediate then subsided to a stinging burn. She groaned as he slowly slid out of her until just the tip was inside . He let go of her hair and reached under her to grip her breast instead. Her only warning was his tightening grip before he slammed into her again. He ground his hips against her, trying to get as deep within her as possible. Over and over he pulled out from her to slam back again. He used her hip and her breast to yank her roughly back onto him. Haruhi's eyes squeezed tight, unaware of the animalistic noises coming from her. Kyoya was grunting behind her, his hips pistoning into hers. Kyoya's grip on her breast shifted. He pinched her nipple between a finger and thumb, then rolled his fingertips into so his nail dug cruelly into her flesh. He slammed into her once more and she came explosively around him. Her pussy twitched and throbbed, sending him over the edge as well. He slammed into her, and didn't pull back, pressing himself as deeply into her as he could while her muscles spasmed around his twitching cock. His gripped slackened as he groaned, feeling her muscles relax around him. He felt a little light-headed, he'd come so hard.

He held the base of his cock, keeping the condom in place as she slid forward to lie facedown and limp on the bed. He carefully removed the rubber and tied a knot in it, then tossed it into a wastebasket. He slid onto the bed next to Haruhi, his hand hovered uncertainly over her. She hadn't moved, hadn't tried to catch herself when she fell to the bed. Had she fainted?

She was breathing unsteadily, but her sudden hitching sob startled him. Haruhi rolled to her side, facing away from him and drew her knees tight to her chest. Kyoya's eyes widened at her keening wail.

“Haruhi?”

She didn't answer him, just wrapped her arms tighter around her shins and shivered as sobs shuddered through her. Kyoya tugged the soft pillowy comforter and pulled it over the both of them. He slowly and gently reached out to touch her shoulder, careful as one would be with a frightened animal. Haruhi sucked in a great shuddering breath and rolled to face him. Her legs straightened and her arms clutched him frantically. He wrapped his long arms around her and held the small woman close to him. He nuzzled her soft hair as she poured out her sobs into his chest.

Eventually her wails quieted then stopped. He held her close as her breaths hiccuped then calmed. She took a deep breath and blew it out her mouth before slowly disentangling herself from Kyoya. She flopped onto her back and stared again at the intricate ceiling. There was almost a pattern in the plasterwork's details, but she just couldn't quite see it. She blinked as her view was suddenly obscured by something white. Oh, a tissue. Kyoya was handing her a tissue. Haruhi sat up a little to wipe her eyes and blow her nose then toss it into the trash next to the bed.

“Haruhi?” Kyoya sounded uncharacteristically uncertain.

Haruhi's head lolled so she could see him. “Hmmm?”

“Are you alright now?” He asked.

“I think so.” Her voice was soft and inflectionless. “Sorry about that. I'm not sure what happened.”

He wondered what “that” she was referring to, but let it go. “You sound not like yourself.”

“Mmm.” Her gaze was pulled to the ceiling again. “I don't feel like myself. I feel...” She closed her eyes and let her head waver from side to side, “empty. Just empty. I don't feel anything. I feel like I'm wrapped in cotton and static.”

Her chocolate eyes tugged at him as they opened and caught his. “It's wonderful. I wish I could stay like this forever.” She seemed to be about to reach for him, but then it was just too much effort and she dropped her hand. “Thank you, Senpai.”

Kyoya resettled his glasses on the bridge of his nose. She had a fleeting thought at how it would be funny that he had kept his glasses on through the whole thing. But she didn't feel amusement, she felt nothing.

“What happened, Haruhi?”

“When I came something just gave. I don't know what happened.” In this fuzzy state she could look at it almost clinically. “It was like something cracked here,” she absentmindedly rubbed a spot just below her sternum. “And all that just fell out of me.”

Haruhi felt the bed shift but it took her a minute to get the gumption to sit up. Her head was clearing faster now. She saw Kyoya sitting at the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees, head hanging.

“Kyoya-senpai?” Haruhi said hesitantly.

“I must apologize, Haruhi.” He shook his head. “I'd hoped this would help you, or at least not harm you. I clearly miscalculated. Perhaps someone else would be a better choice to help you with this.” Kyoya sighed and sat straighter. “I'll understand if you wish to leave. I'm sure Honey and Mori would be pleased to have you, even possibly Casanoda if you would prefer. If you believe seeing me would be hard for you, I can understand that as well, and I'll endeavor to avoid bothering you whenever possible.”

Kyoya stood, fishing his boxers from where he'd left them, smoothly slipping them on. He felt a tug at his waistband and look down in time to see Haruhi pull the elastic back an inch then let go, allowing it to snap him. Kyoya paused and looked at her, pushing his glasses higher on his nose.

“What are you talking about?” Haruhi asked. “You didn't harm me. I'm ok.” She stretched out on her back. “In fact I feel better.” She put a finger to her lips. “There's a word for what happened. What is it?” She snapped her fingers. “I know. Catharsis.”

Haruhi squirmed self-consciously. “I did enjoy what we did.” She fought a blush. “I liked it quite a bit. I don't want to leave because of it. And you... I don't want to not see you, Senpai.” She looked at him pleadingly. “Please?”

Kyoya sat down, then submitted to Haruhi tugging him back under the covers. She rested her cheek on his chest and listened to the steady rhythm of his heart.

“Alright.” He said. “If you're sure.”

He felt her nod. “And, Senpai?” She paused. “Could we please do that again sometime?”

“Again?” Kyoya tried to hide his surprise. “You want me to do it again? Hurt you, hit you, and then have harsh sex with you?”

“Mmm, yes.” Haruhi yawned widely. “But only if you want to.”

“Hmm.” Kyoya thought about it. “I suppose if you are sure that is something you wish to do. My concern is whether I'd be doing more harm than good.”

“It's good, Kyoya-senpai. I feel better than I have in a while.”

Kyoya nodded and settled in beside her. He wasn't sure he was convinced.

“Oh, Kyoya?” She asked. “Where did you have a condom?”

Kyoya laid an arm over her belly. “It's a guest suite. We try to provide every item a person might want or need. The condoms were in a side-drawer next to the bed, for convenience.”

“I see,” she murmured, and softly fell asleep.

Kyoya retrieved his cell before curling up next to Haruhi. He would send texts instead of voice messages, to avoid waking Haruhi. But there were definitely some people he needed to contact.

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