This chapter is loosely based around the episode Jungle Pool SOS!
Spending so much time with the boys could be extremely stressful. None of them really understood what it was like not to have endless amounts of money. None of them really understood what it was like to live in the real world.
Haruhi stood under the hot streams of water coming from the waterfall shower head in the tropical forest themed bathroom and sighed, both with the annoyance of such extravagance and with the release of tensions the steaming water was allowing. It was absolute bliss.
And it wasn't just their naive playboy attitudes that were causing her frustration. The constant flirtatious remarks and incessant stares were starting to get to her too. At first she found them annoying, but she couldn't deny that the attention was rather flattering, especially considering that all of them made it a point to surround themselves with beautiful women who fawned all over them. She also couldn't escape the fact that all six of the boys were exceptionally good looking, and charming, and... damn, she needed to stop thinking about them like that.
Shutting off the shower, Haruhi headed into the opulent bedroom, gently towelling her short brown hair, another towel wrapped around her body. She walked over to the floor to ceiling windows, opened to the sultry night air, gauzy curtains billowing gently, and took in the magnificent view. The moon was nearly full and hung in the sky surrounded by the pinpricks of a million stars. She breathed in deeply before shutting the windows but decided to leave the curtains open, allowing the pale moonlight to wash into the room.
It was nearly midnight and everyone had retired to bed. It was time she did the same.
Haruhi plucked the sheer, satiny number off of her pillow and groaned. It looked as though her father had repacked her bag for her and a maid had helpfully left this out for her to wear that night. Deciding it was that or nothing, Haruhi dropped the towel and slipped the silken material over her head, feeling it swish around her thighs. Begrudgingly, she felt delightfully feminine in the night gown and smiled as she pulled back the cover to slip into the four poster bed.
At least none of the boys will see me in this get-up.
Laying in the softly lit room, Haruhi's mind wandered once more over the events of the day. In and of itself it hadn't been particularly trying, but they had gone swimming and the boys in their swimsuits were always a sight to behold, as she sat on the sidelines in her shorts and tee shirt. She especially remembered the way that Mori-Senpai had picked her up, holding her close to his muscled chest, perfectly embodying the tall, dark and handsome stereotype. He also had that quiet brooding thing going on for him. It was... sexy.
Thoughts of the man had her hands shyly wandering across her own body. In her own personal inner mind theatre she was imagining his large hands gently cupping her breasts, and roughly tweaking her nipples, the thin material doing nothing to hide their pout from his shadowed eyes. One of her hands slipped lower as she imagined his mouth, usually so stoically closed, open, hot and wet against her flesh, whispering what he would like to do to her.
Haruhi felt a flush of heat at her core and knew that if she touched herself down there, her fingers would be slick with her own juices. She was feeling daring, because, despite the fact that this wasn't her house, and wasn't her bed, she knew that the others has already gone back to their own rooms and that she was alone.
She dragged the nightgown higher up her thighs and was glad that she had opted out of putting anything on under the dress, as she was now free to explore herself. She dipped one finger into the well of her sex, letting the moisture coat the tip before bringing it higher to rest on the bundle of nerves protected by the folds of her feminine flesh. Letting her imagination go once more to Mori's deep, soulful eyes, the broad expanse of his chest and the strength of his arms, Haruhi started to circle and rub, feeling the coil of want grow tighter and tighter inside of her. She tried to keep as quiet as possible, but little pants came out of her slightly parted lips as she brought herself to the brink of ecstasy, her other hand still manipulating her breast, plucking at her nipple and making her writhe.
She was too far gone to notice the soft knock at her door, or the handle rattle and the dark figure standing there as the door swung into the room. Her stifled gasps and moans drowned out the sound of the man's sharp intake of breath at the sight before him. Haruhi cried out as she felt the pressure that she had built within her suddenly break and her whole body shuddered at her release.
After a moment of coming gently down from her orgasm, Haruhi finally noticed a change in the room and glanced around, eyes wide as they finally settled on the man that had been starring in her fantasies only moments beforehand. Was he just a figment of her imagination or had she somehow summoned him here with her thoughts?
A feeling of embarrassment washed over her, quickly to be replaced with the renewal of lust. The thought that he had been witness to her rapture excited her in a way she didn't think possible, and as he stepped closer, allowing the light of the moon to wash over him, she saw a similar craving in his own eyes mirrored back at her.
"Mori-Senpai," she whispered, her voice an unintentional throaty purr.
He made no sound but stepped closer to the bed, out of the pool of moonlight and back into relative shadow. His eyes bored into hers and then he was there, standing right next to her, close enough that she could reach out and touch him if she so desired.
Suddenly uncertain, she shifted to a seated position, scooting higher up the bed. He made no move, only silently holding her gaze, his eyes burning with what she finally recognised as desire. Haruhi suspected, if she could see her own face, it would hold a similar expression.
She brought herself up onto her knees, watching him as he watched her, and then gave in to what her body was telling her, reaching out a hand to touch him.
Her fingers trailed lightly across the back of his hand, her thumb brushing his pulse point and she was delighted to feel the erratic thrumming just under the surface of his skin. His face was immobile but as he gazed down at her, she was sure she could see a flicker in his eyes. He was as affected by what was happening as she was.
Gaining confidence, she slipped closer, her hand grazing up his arm, delighting in the feel of the well developed muscles she had been held by earlier in the day. Remembering the feel of his warm arms surrounding her made her want it all over again.
Her hands moved over his broad shoulders, and across his chest. As her thumb flicked over one of his nipples through his tee shirt she heard a sharp hiss of breath through his teeth and she couldn't stop the smile that crossed her lips.
"Mori-senpai," she said again. This time his name was a sigh of longing, letting him know she wanted him. She brought her other hand up his body, matching the movements of the first, leaving them both to rest against his muscular pectorals. She drew herself up to standing, still on the bed so that she could match his height and slowly her face came closer to his until they were nose to nose. She waited, silently, asking permission.
"Takashi."
She could feel his voice rumble through his chest and into the palms of her hands. She didn't need to ask what he meant. When he had first called her by her name she had felt the pleasure of it wash through her body. She imagined it would be the same for him.
"Takashi," she whispered, her breath ghosting across his lips.
Hearing his name from her lips was all it took for the tall, quiet man. His lips crashed down on hers with an enthusiasm Haruhi hadn't been expecting and she nearly fell back onto the bed with the force of it. Mori eased back slightly, his lips still slanted across hers as he brought his arms around her, one to clasp her waist, drawing her body flush against his, while the other tangled in her hair, holding her head steady as he ravaged her mouth.
His lips nipped at hers and she answered hungrily, taking the initiative and teasing the seam of his mouth with her tongue, seeking entrance. He gladly gave it, moving his hand from around her waist to firmly cup her rear and pull her closer so that their hips were pressed together and the strength of his arousal was apparent between them.
Haruhi gulped nervously when she felt his hard length pushing against her stomach. For all her bravado, she had never done more than kiss a man, and even then, it had only been the twins. Really, that had been more of a game than anything, a joke between friends. It was nothing like what she was sharing with Mori now.
Still, she knew that if she wanted to stop, he would stop, no questions asked. For all his size and intimidating stoicism, she knew he would never hurt her.
She didn't want to stop though. After a day of watching him run around in just swim trunks she wanted him badly. In fact, after months of his watching her, protecting her, his sultry gazes and occasional innocent touches, she had been waiting for this for a long time.
She groaned as his tongue touched hers, tentative at first, still checking to see if this was what she really wanted, then with more confidence as her tongue slid across his, relishing in the taste of him.
Haruhi suddenly found herself flat on her back, the solid weight of Mori pressing her into the mattress. He pressed his lips to the point where her jaw met her throat and his lips dragged across where the pulse was thrumming there, it's unsteady beat all he needed for encouragement. Mori licked a line along the shell of her ear, blowing across the damp skin and creating a delicious shiver down her spine. His teeth grazed across her earlobe.
"You're beautiful, Haruhi."
Pulling himself away Mori quickly relieved himself of his shirt, pulling it over his head. Haruhi watched, fascinated at the play of muscles across his chest as he did so and wondered how it was possible for one man to be so incredibly sexy. Of course she had seen him without a top before, on numerous occasions in fact, but she had never really looked before. Not in any great detail. She wouldn't want to be caught ogling, especially in front of the girls when they cosplayed in the host club, so Haruhi had always feigned indifference and tried not to pay too much attention.
Today she had been up close and personal with the bare expanse of his torso, but even then, she hadn't given it more than a fleeting glance. Mori was her friend, she hadn't wanted to make him uncomfortable. She hadn't known how he would feel about that type of attention from her.
Now however... now... it was all for her. She was allowed to look... to touch... to taste.
And so she did. Leaning up, her fingers drifted across the hard ridges of his abdomen, lightly tracing the dips and hollows formed through many hours spent at the dojo. Mori shivered at her touch and a small, secret smile graced Haruhi's lips. Pulling herself up higher she pressed her lips to his skin, tracing a line of kisses up his abdomen to his chest. She was rewarded with an appreciative moan. She nipped playfully at his collar bone and he hissed through his teeth, the sound turning to a low sigh as she swiped her tongue across the spot.
Sitting back to admire the small red mark she had made, Haruhi trailed her hand from his shoulder, her nails lightly grazing his skin as she moved it down his body towards the waistband of his trousers. His hand shot out, grasping her wrist to halt her descent. She glanced up into his face questioningly, her brow furrowed in worry.
"Sorry," she whispered. "Do you not...?"
Mori shook his head, smiling gently at her and raising his hand to smooth the uncertain wrinkles on her forehead. He cupped her cheek and placed a small kiss on her lips.
"No," he reassured her. "Patience. Let me."
Kneeling onto the bed next to her, Mori reached for the hem of her nightgown and began to pull it up and over her body, exposing her creamy flesh for his viewing pleasure. For every inch of skin he revealed, he placed a delicate kiss. Haruhi's breath hitched as the dress rose above her hips but Mori bypassed her most intimate area, choosing to caress the jut of her hipbone with his lips. Her legs nearly gave way as she felt the swirl of his tongue around the bone before he moved on. He kissed a trail between her small breasts then pulled back, encouraging Haruhi to lift her arms so that he could remove the garment fully, the entirety of her naked body uncovered to his gaze. He took a moment to kiss her deeply, his tongue delving into the warm recesses of her mouth. She was shocked that a simple kiss could create such a pool of want in her, but she could feel herself getting wetter at his expert ministrations.
He broke away from her mouth and began to pepper small kisses across her cheek and jaw, lying her flat on the bed to allow himself better access. His hands skimmed up her waist, and she squirmed as he brushed across a ticklish spot. A small giggle passed her lips and he drew back to look at her questioningly, a small smile on his own lips.
"Sorry," she whispered, her grin turning soft. "I'm just a little ticklish."
He made a small noise of acknowledgement in the back of his throat and lowered his head back down to her throat, kissing a line down the long, smooth column, inhaling the scent of her skin. It was something that was wholly and delightfully Haruhi. Simple soap, sweat and skin, and strawberries.
His hand reached her right breast as his mouth reached her left. Her nipples, already hardened peaks, were extremely sensitive to his touch. Mori squeezed one straining breast in his palm, rolling the nub between thumb and forefinger, causing her breaths to shorten, panting out of parted lips while his tongue worked its magic on the other, slowly circling it before he drew it hard into his mouth, and her gasps turned to moans. The sensations shot straight to her core and she could feel the dampness pool between her legs.
He sucked one last time, swirling his tongue around the hardened flesh, then his mouth trailed over to the other breast, leaving a wet and cooling trail between the two and his hand dipped down, drifting across her stomach and settling in the curls at the apex of her thighs. Slowly, as his teeth grazed across her nipple, he slipped one finger between her moist folds.
His finger curled inside of her, his thumb coming up to rub circles over her sensitive nub. Mori set a steady pace with his fingers, his lips still travelling across her skin, kissing and nipping and licking. Haruhi sighed and gasped beneath him, moaning as she felt something deep inside her tighten, her hips moving of their own accord, trying to increase the delicious friction that he was creating between her thighs. As he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot just below her jaw, another finger joined his first and Haruhi's back arched off the bed, crying out from the sensation, and she could feel herself on the precipice of... something. It was different to when she had touched herself, somehow more. And then, the sensations were gone, Mori's hand moving away.
"No!" she sobbed, her body slumping back down onto the mattress Mori let out a low chuckle.
Haruhi intensely felt the loss of his touch as he stepped away and Mori couldn't conceal the smile at the keening sound that issued from her lips. Despite how patient he had been up to this point, the sight of her sprawled naked, panting and wanting on the bed before him was almost his undoing. His trousers were painfully tight, and he was sure he had never been more aroused in his life. Haruhi's breasts were flushed a pretty pink, the nipples dusky and proud. The folds of her sex were slick with her desire and her eyes were heavily lidded. Mori took a moment to commit this vision of beauty to memory.
Carefully he slid the zip of his trousers down over the prominent bulge in his briefs and then removed them, leaving them where they fell. His underwear was quick to follow, his erection bobbing slightly under the motion.
Haruhi watched his actions hungrily, her eyes roving over the expanse of his smoothly muscled chest, down across his narrow hips and strong thighs before stopping with fascination at the ridged flesh of his member, darkened with blood. She had never seen one before and she licked her lips instinctively. Biologically Haruhi knew that he would fit inside her but the sight of his thick length had her swallowing uncertainly.
Mori lay down next to her, pressing his lips to hers in a kiss that immediately soothed her. He gently stroked the curves of her body and goose bumps prickled across her skin and after a few moments she returned the action, her fingertips gentle but firm as they traced the lean lines of his body before she tentatively reached for his manhood. Her touch was hesitant at first and she was fascinated by the velvet feel of him, so soft, so smooth, the skin moving slightly under her fingers. Beneath that softness he was the hardness of steel and the contradiction of sensations had her need peaking to new heights.
She was so entranced by the reactions of his body under the steadily more sure movements of her hands that she was oblivious to the way he was affected by her touch. Mori groaned deep in the back of his throat and he twitched and jumped under the stroking of her delicious hands. It took everything he had not to thrust his hips, desperate as he was for the added friction. She was driving him to the brink of insanity.
Bringing up his own hand to halt her actions, he rolled away briefly to grab the protection he had in his wallet which had fallen on the floor next to the bed. He quickly tore the foil and slipped the condom on, turning back to the waiting beauty. Gently, he clasped her hips in his large hands and lifted her as if she weighed nothing, laying on his back and settling her on top of himself.
Haruhi straddled his hips, her wet heat apparent against his solid member and his groan was deeper this time, more animalistic and it filled Haruhi with a sense of empowerment, that she could bring someone so strong, so self-imposed, to the senseless, desperate man between her thighs.
Experimentally she circled her hips, creating the friction that they both wanted and their moans filled the room, but it wasn't enough for either of them, serving only to increase the want, doing nothing to put out the fire of their need for each other.
Firmly, she grasped the base of his length in her hands and rose herself up onto her knees. She guided him to the entrance of her sex, letting him just barely dip into the wet warmth before pausing, her eyes searching his hesitantly.
"I won't hurt you, I promise," he said, the words more than he had spoken to her since they had begun. "If you want to stop, we'll stop. I won't do anything you don't want to."
The smile that broke out shone from her eyes. More than anything, his words showed the depth of his caring. She already knew that he was her protector, but hearing it from his lips made her heart overflow. Needing no more encouragement, she slowly sank down onto him, adjusting herself as the fit grew more uncomfortable. Suddenly she let out a hiss.
He froze, his fingers tightening on her hips.
"Are you in pain?" he asked, and his expression gave away just how much the notion hurt him.
She shook her head.
"It hurt a little, but it's gone now. It's okay, I'm okay, I promise."
Haruhi leaned forward, brushing her thumb over the lines that bracketed his mouth, trying to sooth away his fears. She placed a gentle kiss on his lips, maintaining eye contact and silently trying to reassure him. She really did feel fine now, the pressure inside of her pleasant, no longer uncomfortable. While she kept her eyes locked on his, she sank the rest of the way down so that he filled her completely, and they both groaned appreciatively.
Haruhi understood now, why he had placed her on top of him. It had nothing to do with preference on his part, not an indication of a voyeuristic tendency, but another show of his caring nature. He was relinquishing all control to her, allowing her to set the pace so that she was comfortable, knowing that she had the power to walk away at any time and that he wouldn't get in her way.
Slowly at first and then with more confidence, Haruhi began to move, her hips undulating slightly as she raised and lowered herself over him, panting with the effort. Her actions were inexperienced and uncertain at first, but Mori didn't seem to mind, his eyes closing in ecstatic pleasure to the point where he almost looked pained.
Once again she felt the coil of desire tighten within her and her panting began to turn to moans. Mori's eyes snapped open, drinking in the goddess above him.
Finding her rhythm, Haruhi braced her hands on Mori's shoulders, digging her nails into the flesh and leaving crescent imprints. She hoped that the marks would stay, at least for a little while, and remind him of her. Twisting her hips for better friction, she moaned, the sound filling the room, almost obscuring Mori's own groan of approval. Her new movements had him frantic and nearing his end. Gripping her hips, he lifted her slightly and set his own faster pace, guiding her movements and rotating his own hips to increase the sensations, and with every thrust Haruhi felt the coil tighten inside her once more.
It snapped with an explosion of light behind her eyes and Haruhi cried out her release, her walls tightening around him, setting off his own orgasm.
The held their position for a few moments as their bodies trembled in the wake of their ecstasy, regarding each other as they both panted heavily. Steadily, they re-gained steady heartbeats, their breaths coming slower. Haruhi felt weak and Mori's hands on her were all that was keeping her from collapsing onto the broad expanse of his naked chest. Not that she would have minded that too much.
Mori released her hips, his fingers loosening their hold on her flesh, the imprints of the tips still mottling the skin. The smile on his face was small, almost unnoticeable, but it filled Haruhi with warmth as she moved off of him and settled down beside him. Her entire body was overcome with a satiated feeling of lethargy and she was almost boneless as she sunk into the mattress.
He rolled away briefly, disposing of the condom before coming back to pull her into the comforting warmth of his arms. It went without saying that he wouldn't spend the night. It wouldn't do for either of them to be found together in the morning, but Haruhi was glad for this brief moment of peaceful togetherness, even if it would be over far too soon for her liking.
She was drifting lazily, her mind blissfully without thought for once when the warm body beside her pulled away, pressing a kiss to her lips and then reaching for his clothes. She watched him as he dressed, making no move to stop him and when he was done he turned to give her one last considering look. She offered him a sleepy, content smile and he returned it before turning back towards the door.
The door clicked quietly closed behind him and Haruhi was once again left alone in the private solace of her room. She felt no shame over what had taken place, despite it being her first time. Even though he had left her afterwards, she couldn't bring herself to regret what had happened. What would be the point?
She could only feel grateful that he had been such a caring, giving lover. She was glad that he had been her first. Feeling relaxed and suddenly exhausted, she allowed sleep to claim her, the downy softness of the pillows and duvet enveloping her, her nightdress laying forgotten in a pool of moonlight.
So this is my first attempt at pure smut, something I'm not especially good at and am trying to work on. I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. This is poly-Ouran so each chapter will be with a new host. Please enjoy.