Disclaimer: unfortunately I do not own Ouran High School Host Club, nor do they endorse this story.
Haruhi wandered the halls of Ouran Academy looking for a quiet place to study. All four of the libraries were bustling with activity. Don't any if these stupid rich people know that libraries are for studying, not socializing? She thought flippantly.
She ran a hand through her short messy hair, groaning at the memory of chopping it all off. Haruhi paused beside a window and watched some birds take flight at the sound of the clock tower. How are things in heaven Mom? I can't believe it's been ten years already. She continued her search for an empty room. I'm beginning to think that rich kids only go to school to have a good time.
Eventually she came across a silent hall, how odd that the music room is quieter than the libraries. Well I suppose this is the only place I can study. She eased open the door of the third music room and rose petals gently wafted out. She adjusted her glasses to the bright glare and saw an attractive group of guys standing there.
"Welcome," they all echoed.
This is a Host club!? Haruhi thought, backing herself up against the door.
"Wow, it's a boy!" Said twins with orange hair.
"Hikaru, Kaoru; I believe this young man is in the same class as you, isn't he?" Asked a tall boy with black hair and stylish glasses.
"Yeah, but he's shy, he doesn't act very sociably so we don't know much about him." The twins responded with perfect symmetry.
The one with the glasses smirked, "well that wasn't very polite. Welcome to the Ouran Host Club; Mr. Honors Student."
"What! You must be Haruhi Fujioka! You're the exceptional honors student we've heard about." The tall blond gasped.
Haruhi had been busy trying to leave, fumbling with the door handle but when she heard her name she stopped. "How do you know my name?"
The glasses character spoke up. "Why you're infamous. It's not everyday that a commoner gains entrance into our academy. You must have an audacious nerve to work hard enough to fight your way into this school as an honors student Mr. Fujioka."
"Well, uh, thank you; I guess." Haruhi said.
"You're welcome!" The tall blonde said wrapping an arm around her shoulders pulling her close enough that she needed to move to be able to move properly. "You're a hero to other poor people Fujioka, you've shown the world that even a poor person can excel at an elite private academy."
She couldn't take the proximity of him near her anymore and quickly scooted away. The blonde followed her, spouting nonsense as her hormones were screaming at her to get closer. To distract herself she said, "I think you are taking this poor thing too far."
But once again she found herself in the blonde's grasp. Her body screamed at her to take advantage of it. The tall blonde leaned in closer still rambling something stupid. Haruhi couldn't take it anymore, everything inside of her was pounding and vibrating in a familiar way at how he had his hands on her. "I'm getting out of here." She said and headed for the doors.
Her hand was grabbed from behind and pulled back into the room. "Hey come back here Haru-chan! You must be like a superhero or something, that's so cool!" Haruhi looked down at the small blonde boy, oddly enough she still felt herself pounding when she looked at him.
"I'm not a superhero, I'm just an honors student." Wait! "And who are you calling Haru-chan!" She yelled at him.
"To imagine that the famous scholar would be so openly gay." The tall blonde said.
"Openly what?" Haruhi squeaked.
"Tell me what kind of guys are you into. Do you like the strong, silent type?" Her eyes widened when he gestured to the tallest man in the room. He has such big hands, the thought ran through her mind and she had to fight of a blush.
"The boy Lolita?" Oh I could so win dominance there. Tears had sprouted in the small boy's eyes and he clutched a pink bunny to his chest.
"The mischievous type?" He indicated the twins who both gave me a Cheshire grin. I wonder if that means I would get to have both of them at the same time?
"Or the cool type?" The boy with the glasses adjusted them and gave a slight smile; but his eyes seemed to be peering into my soul. I wonder what he looks like without those glasses, or without clothes for that matter.
She was starting to get wet just thinking about being with any of them.
"Or maybe," the blonde caressed my chin. "You're into a guy like me. What do you say?" I wonder what his hand would feel like all over my body. His face was much too close to hers, she wanted so badly to just lean forward and take the fool. But she forced herself to turn away from temptation and shoved him away. The force of her push sent her stumbling backwards into a pedestal. The vase on top of it wobbled and fell.
Haruhi reached for the falling vase but was too late as it smashed into the ground. She realized what a compromising position she was in as she drooped over the pedestal in defeat. Her ass was high in the air granting a pretty good view and she wanted nothing more than for one of them to walk up behind her and press themselves against her.
To her surprise and delight something brushed against both of her pant legs, she hoped she wasn't wet enough that it was showing. She stuttered until she heard sighs from behind her.
"We were going to feature that vase in an upcoming school auction."
"Aw now you did it commoner, the bidding on that vase was supposed to start at eight million yen!"
"What! Eight million yen! How many thousands are in a million? How many thousand yen is that?" Haruhi slowly turned around. "Uhh, I'm gonna have to pay you guys back."
"With what money?" The twins chorused. "You can't even afford a school uniform."
"What's with that grubby outfit you've got on anyway?"
From behind her Haruhi heard, "well, what do you think we should do Tomaki?"
"Well there is a famous saying you may have heard Fujioka, 'when in Rome, you should do as the Romans do.' Since you have no money, you can pay us with your body." Did he really just say that? He's gonna make me have eight million yen worth of sex with all of them? Fine by me, individually please though; maybe one a day? Haruhi thought. "Which means starting today, you are the host club's dog."
Haruhi was still in shock from the thought of all of them trying to do her at once. I've been captured by a bunch of hot boys who all want to do me. She could feel her excitement mounting and her glasses were starting to fog up. Soon she knew she would have a nose bleed so she quickly agreed and ran to the bathroom.
Haruhi sat a toilet with her legs propped up on the sides of the stall. She rubbed her clit sensually and bit her lip so as not to make any sounds. She hoped that by doing this her excitement wouldn't mount again the next time she saw any of them. Her fingers slowly rubbed their way in and out, soon she was almost dripping. Her lip was turning white as she pleasured herself.
"Fujioka, are you in here?"