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Quietly Passionate	By : LalaMoped Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 2917 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or affiliated characters. I make no money from this story.

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This is a side oneshot to my ongoing Ouran story, and takes place shortly after the events of chapter ten of Darling. Even without reading that, though, it shouldn't be too hard to follow.

Natsumi bit her lip to stifle a moan as her face flushed further. A mixture of shame and gratification spurred her on, and the idea that anyone could walk into her studio at any moment and see her grinding her clothed sex against her drawing table only made her hotter. She threw her head back, panting harder as she neared the edge of euphoria.

She didn’t know what was wrong with her. She and Mitsukuni had been married for two years before they’d finally had sex the week before, and ever since then, Natsumi hadn’t been able to get enough. Not that Mitsukuni seemed to mind; he was a man, after all. But there was a deep shame that came with her extreme enjoyment of the activity and she often felt awful afterward.

“I’m a pervert,” she moaned under her breath, hips not slowing. “I’m a dirty—mmm!—dirty whore,” the degradation only turned her on more. She loved dirty talk—it made her feel so sexy—but she was too self-conscious to do it in front of her husband, and she wouldn’t ever dream of asking Mitsukuni to call her the names that she repeated in her head. Words that she’d never imagine saying aloud spilled from her lips in the solitude of her studio.

“Filthy cunt,” she gasped, the words hitting something deep inside her core and sending a chill up her spine. “Rubbing your sopping pussy against a table,” she egged herself on. “You’re a disgrace to your name. You deserve to get caught—uhn!” There must have been something wrong with her brain, she figured. Who would want to be verbally abused? But it did something amazing for her body, adequately evidenced by the wet patch that had formed on the front of her pink cotton panties.

So close! She was so close, it was driving her mad. She balled her fist in the fabric of her skirt—which she held up out of the way with one hand—and slumped over, clawing at the table with her free hand. She called herself more names, whatever came to mind, and finally reached her peak, pressing her face against her desk to muffle her quiet scream. Out of energy, she lay against the cool surface, gulping in breaths and attempting to get her heart rate back under control.

“Natsumi?”

Instantly the petite woman shot up and spun to face her guest, smoothing her dress down over her thighs in a moot display of modesty. “Mitsukuni, I…” she tried, but couldn’t find anything to say. The panic was setting in. He’d be angry and disgusted with her. He’d divorce her and leave her with nothing, and no man would ever want her after he’d told them about what he’d just witnessed. And she wouldn’t want another man, anyway, because she loved Mitsukuni, and…!

“Those things you said,” he murmured, expression unreadable. “Is that what you like?”

Natsumi felt sick. She couldn’t talk to him about this! But she did owe him an explanation. “Y-yes,” she admitted, clutching one of her auburn locks timidly.

Hunny turned this over in his head. His cute little wife, who he’d bedded only as many times as he could count on his hands, had a secret fetish. He wondered how long this would have gone on had he not planned his little surprise visit. The whole thing certainly explained her sudden onslaught of “work,” though.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked.

She shook her head. The sick feeling was heavy in her throat and she was on the verge of tears. “I’m sorry,” was all she could manage.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he insisted, his voice deeper, like it got when he was angry.

She flinched, but kept her eyes trained on the hardwood floor. “I thought you might call me…”

“Dirty?” he supplied. He took a step toward her, “A slut?” Another step, “A filthy whore who rides tables out where just anyone could walk in a see her?” He backed her against her desk and rested his palms on the surface, caging her in.

It was then that she felt his erection against her pelvis, and finally had the courage to look him in the eye. The usual honey-brown was dark and smoldering in a way that she’d only seen when he was above her, pressing his shaft deep inside her, and she finally understood what was happening. All at once, a tremor started in her clit and shot up through her.

“You’ve been a naughty girl,” he growled, his child-like voice husky with masculine need. “Haven’t you?”

“Y-yes,” she panted. She was ready for him. She’d had an orgasm not more than five minutes ago, and she was already ready for him.

He pressed harder against her, “Do you need to be punished?”

“Y-yes.”

With one hand threaded in her hair and the other unzipping his fly, he guided her down to her knees. She took to the task that he presented her with a little more eagerly than would have been fun, but she made up for it with enthusiasm. “This isn’t punishment, is it?” he goaded her. “You enjoy sucking my cock, don’t you?” He was rewarded with a moan that reverberated down his shaft, and he had to resist the urge to take her head in his hands and plow into her mouth as hard and fast as he could.

No, he told himself firmly. He’d waiting two years after marrying her for any kind of gratification, and he could wait another ten minutes now. He had to admit, this kink of hers would make their relationship a hundred times better. And it was so unexpected; she looked so sweet and innocent to everyone else, but inside, she had this dirty mind. He told her so, and was once again treated to a delicious moan around his dick, which by this point had gotten painfully hard.

Her hips were rocking impatiently by now, and he wasn’t doing much better. Hand still in her hair, he pulled her off his cock and watched longingly as a string of saliva and precum stretched between them before it finally broke and dribbled down her chin. She stared up at him, face flushed and panting, and he briefly felt bad for making it hard for her to breathe before reminding himself that she was enjoying this as much as he was.

Using hidden martial arts strength, he lifted her easily and propped her on the edge of the desk. Two fingers pushed the soaked crotch of her panties to the side, and he skipped past the foreplay and shoved straight inside her waiting snatch.

“Your tight pussy feels so good around my cock,” he told her, gently biting her neck. She may have liked it dirty, but he knew for a fact that she had very little tolerance for pain. “I’m going to fuck you raw,” he hissed. “The only reason you exist is to please my cock. You belong to me.”

Natsumi pressed the back of her hand against her mouth and moaned freely against it. “Yes, yes,” he could hear her saying, repeating the broken mantra like a prayer.

“Who does naughty Natsumi belong to?” he quizzed, his tone managing to stay above it all even while his muscles strained and twitched and he just wanted to cum so badly.

“Mitsukuni!” she gasped. “Natsumi belongs to Mitsukuni!”

He was pounding into her recklessly, now. The desk was sliding on the floor with every stroke and clunking against the wall with every trust. Someone would probably be along shortly to see what the noise was, but Mitsukuni didn’t care. In fact, he wanted someone to see them. Someone to watch him fuck his wife, and know that she was his and that they’d never get to have her. (Hunny would reflect on this thought later and come to the conclusion that he was a bit of an exhibitionist.)

“I’m going to fill your naughty pussy up,” he managed. “I’m going to fill your shameless cunt with my cum,” he insisted, and was relieved when this seemed to finally throw her over, because he’d be damned if her didn’t meet her needs before his own, but holding off was getting to be downright impossible.

“Mitsu—!” she wailed as her orgasm hit her like a car, but she was interrupted when his lips crashed down on hers and his tongue invaded her mouth. He swallowed the rest of her screams as she vaguely felt the subtle twitching inside her vagina that she had come to associate with his ejaculation.

Coming down from her high, Natsumi shivered, and noticed for the first time that she was actually quite chilly. She glanced out the window to her left and noticed that the sun had set, making her wonder briefly what time it was and how long they’d been going at it.

As Hunny stood up and readjusted his trousers, zipping his fly, Natsumi managed to climb to her feet and straighten her underwear. She smoothed her dress down and bashfully stole a glimpse of the blond. They’d had sex before, but this had seemed far more intimate, and she was more satisfied than she’d ever been.

“I think we’re the last ones here,” she mumbled.

“Well then,” he answered, back to his usual chipper self, “We should head home and get some dinner.” Hunny took her by the hand and led her from the room. He was glad he’d found out about Natsumi’s secret desires; it would make them stronger as a couple.

As he pretended not to notice her heated looks during the car ride home, Hunny smirked. This did, indeed, mark the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
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