A.N. - So, my first time with a drabble-oneshot. I've recently gotten into Ouran. It's a bit different from my normal HP stuff, but it's all good. This was written for a friend as a Valentine's present, and I promised no fluff, which is the reason for the hardcore-ness. Love you Gabby darling.
Props go to Lauren, for beta-ing. And... to... Chik-fil-a? Cause it inspired me to post it. :
Haruhi's head hit the pillow without a sound. Kyoya pinned her down on the bed, his lower half resting on her torso. Dark hair hung in his face, and his glasses were flung elsewhere. It was obvious from the smirk on his face and the growing bulge near his groin that he was aroused
Damn, he was aroused.
She wasn't sure how they'd gotten here, and she wasn't sure if they'd ever be here again, but good God, he was pretty. Hot and cold ran up and down her body, lips parted, chest thrust forward, breathing hard. She ground her hips upward, hoping to spur him forward.
His lips swiftly crushed against hers and his hand roamed her petite body. Hands on her neck, back, arms, hips, and she bit back a moan when they found her breasts. He pinched and teased and made her squirm, every now and then soothing her with an out of character caress.
When she recovered from the temporary hormone driven haze, she shoved him and his hands away from her and sat straight up.
No, Kyoya wasn't... she couldn't.
She found herself once again pinned to the bed, his roving eyes raking her body with a starving look. He slid down the shoulder strap of one side of her nightgown, leaned forward and nipped her shoulder sharply. She yelped and jumped back. Flashing her that evil smirk that made heat rush to her feminine parts, he moved towards her again. Flushing slightly, she lifted her arms and pulled her nightgown over her head. While he was distracted with her now nude body, she formed an idea and crawled toward him. Shoving him down on his back, she straddled him, unabashedly staring at his stomach and pelvis. His eyes widened.
Now look who was in control.
She quickly popped the buttons on his shirt and shoved it away from his chest. He hastily helped her to remove all of his clothing and they sat admiring each other's forms. Haruhi, taking the initiative again, reached down and ran her hand along the length of his manhood. He stared at her with lusty eyes and moved her hand away from him. With a renewed roughness, he threw her down on the bed. Eliciting a loud moan from her, he thrust into her suddenly. She threw her head back, new sensations flooding her senses.
Lovers past had never been this rough.
He began an erratic thrusting rhythm, silent the entire time. Haruhi writhed underneath him, moving her hips in time with his. She raked her nails down his back. Grabbing tighter onto her hips, he moved faster and thrust harder. Overwhelmed by the enormity of the feeling, she gave in to her climax. Feeling her tighten around him, he came with her, panting.
Exhausted, they slept.
She woke up to an empty bed.
Now, thoughts?