Warning: SMUT, and slightly OOC Mori, just because I love playing with him.
Finally, it was summer break. Haruhi hummed a little tune as she hung up the bedsheets in Misuzu's pension backyard. It was nice to be back in Karuizawa. She missed having Kendo lessons with Mori and business meetings with Kyoya, but she was very relieved to get away from Tamaki and the twins. For some unfathomable reason, Tamaki had proclaimed her to be his daughter, and the twins had declared her to be their toy. Between their persistent stalking and constant demand for attention, she was finding it harder and harder to find some peace and quiet. So much so that she had begun to actively look forward to her 'work' or fluffing time, just to escape from their badgering for a short period of time.
Just as she was about to head indoors, a helicopter buzzed on top of her head, sending all the pristine white sheets that she had just washed – right into the muddy ground.
"Ha-ru-hi! Don't worry, Daddy's gonna save you!" The loudspeaker blared.
Haruhi hung her head in despair. She had spoken too soon.
The six handsome young men strode into Misuzu's pension.
"Haruhi, are you alright? Did those kidnappers torture you?" Tamaki exclaimed dramatically. "Mummy, summon your police force! We need to hunt down these despicable kidnappers!"
Kyoya did not lift his head from the book that he was reading, although he had earlier sent a small nod to Haruhi in greeting. "Do not call me by that awful name. Plus, I believe she came here voluntarily." He turned the page and continued reading.
"This is unacceptable. Kyoya, don't you have work for her? Make her go back to Tokyo with us!" Tamaki whined.
Kyoya snapped his book shut. "No, I think Haruhi deserves a time-off. Don't you think so, Mori-senpai?"
"Ah." Mori replied, hovering protectively in front of Haruhi to prevent Tamaki from glomping her.
"Haru-chan, Haru-chan, I see cake, I see cake!" Honey was bouncing from a corner of the foyer where a small refrigerator displayed some cakes for pension guests to enjoy.
The twins were already surrounding Misuzu, putting their twincest act on show. "Misuzu, can we get a room here with two single beds?" Kaoru asked.
"But Kaoru," Hikaru said with tears in his eyes. "Don't you want to sleep with me anymore?"
"Stop it, Hikaru. It is improper to do that in someone else's house…" Kaoru said shyly.
"In that case, just one bed is enough, Misuzu-san." Hikaru whispered. "Because I won't be able to fall asleep without you in my arms anyway, Kaoru."
"Evil twins, get away from my precious Haruhi!" Tamaki yelled. "Misuzu-san, I would like a room please!"
"Me too, me too! Takashi, you'll stay with me right?"
"Hm."
"Oh, what a wonderful group of boys!" Misuzu clasped his hands together. "But unfortunately, I only have a single room left. I know, let's have a 'refreshing contest'!"
"You're not entering the competition, Kyoya-senpai?" Haruhi asked as she served the Shadow King a cup of Earl Grey tea.
"I'm not one for frivolous activities." He said, turning his laptop in her direction to show her the real estate website he was currently browsing. "It is so much more efficient to just buy the holiday home next door, don't you think?"
Haruhi sweat-dropped. "Damn rich bastards."
After a particularly disastrous 'date' with Hikaru one evening, Haruhi found herself lost, cold and wet.
A flash of lightning lit up the night sky, followed by the distant rumble of thunder. Haruhi felt her steps falter. Ever since the incident with Kyoya at the beach villa, she had grown less afraid of the deafening sound. On the contrary, they reminded her of how he had held her after their coupling that night, and how safe she had felt at that particular moment.
Now, however, alone and scared, she was reminded again of her old fears. The thunder used to signify the loneliness and helplessness she felt after her mother's death, which was exactly how she was feeling right now. Gingerly, she took another step, willing her body to remain upright.
"I can do this, I'm not afraid. I'm not—" The thunder broke out right on top of her head, causing her to scream in fear. "KYOYA-SENPAI!"
She fell to her knees and sobbed. "Kyoya-senpai, where are you?" She longed for him to soothe her once more. She wanted nothing more than for him to wrap her in his arms at this moment and keep her safe.
Another bright flash of lightning cracked through the cloudy sky. Haruhi instinctively covered her hands with her ears as she whimpered. "Kyoya-senpai… Kyoya-senpai…"
Suddenly, a large jacket was wrapped around her and she found herself lifted into the air. She shut her eyes tightly and was about to scream when a gentle voice sounded. "Haruhi."
She opened her eyes and cried in relief when she saw that it was Mori who was holding her. He rubbed her back gently, cradling her in his chest. After a short walk, they managed to find shelter in an old abandoned church, where Mori informed Kyoya via phone that he had found Haruhi and to call off the search team.
Haruhi sat on the floor, shivering despite the thick jacket that Mori had draped around her.
"You need to get out of those wet clothes." Mori told her, averting his eyes as he helped her peel off the soaked layers she was wearing. He didn't want her to get the wrong message, and didn't want to subject himself to temptation. He, too, removed his shirt and wrung it tightly to remove all the excess water, and set it aside to dry for a bit.
"Thank you for saving me… Mori-senpai." Haruhi said softly as she wrapped her naked body around his, causing him to startle. She then reached out her hand to unbuckle his pants, which he had left on for propriety's sake.
"Haruhi, what are you doing?"
She looked at the floor and mumbled, "Please have sex with me, Mori-senpai."
"Huh?" For the first time, an unflattering word spilled from Mori's lips. He was dumbfounded at her request.
"Please?" She whispered desperately, wincing as another thunder boomed loudly outside the church. "I won't feel safe unless you do."
He felt his heart broke as he watched her struggle with her fears. He welcomed her into his embrace and hugged her tightly. "I'll protect you no matter what, Haruhi. You don't have to do that."
"No…" Haruhi shook her head. "It's not like that. My fear of storms was somewhat cured some time ago. I just want to remember that moment all over again. Please?"
Understanding dawned in Mori's mind as he recalled the way Haruhi was mumbling Kyoya's name like a prayer when he found her. In her mind, she was searching for the memory of Kyoya's warmth to ease her out of her fears. And now, she wanted him to replicate that same warmth for her.
Mori debated the merits of giving in to her request in his head and finally decided that he would grant it. After all, she herself had declared that she held no intentions towards Kyoya other than a business relationship. Perhaps by offering himself as her sanctuary, he could also decrease her dependence on Kyoya as time passed.
He leaned forwards to kiss her on the lips. "Very well, Haruhi." He felt his heart melt when she surrendered herself unconditionally to him, feeling the trust she gave to him. She gave herself over to his lead, only moving when he prompted her to, and only kissing him when he lowered his head to her.
He took his own sweet time to play with her pliant body, delighting in all the soft mewls he could extract from her by pressing the right spots. Each time he saw a lightning strike, he would head straight for one of her erogenous zones and pleasure her until the accompanying thunder passed.
Removing his pants and setting it aside neatly to dry, he found a clean-ish pew and sat down, pulling her onto his lap so as to not dirty her back on the dusty floor. He slipped a finger downwards and toyed with her clit, at the same time rubbing his cock against her entrance teasingly. His other hand and mouth were preoccupied with her nipples, one side kneaded between his thumb and forefinger, and the other side bitten lightly between his teeth.
Haruhi breathed heavily as she locked her arms around Mori's shoulders and buried her face in his hair. She could feel her privates tingling in anticipation as he continued to grind against her, allowing her to feel his erection but not actually putting it in. Nevertheless, she allowed him to lead her, trusting that he would make her body sing in pleasure in due time.
Finally deciding that they were both ready, Mori lifted her slightly and positioned himself at her entrance. He drew her into a heated kiss and slowly lowered her onto his swollen cock, groaning silently as he experienced her tight walls once more.
"Haruhi—" He said finally. "—ride me."
Haruhi felt a smile begin to form on her face as she felt her dream come true. He had given her permission to pleasure herself on his very impressive size, and she felt herself shiver in excitement. Uncertainly at first, she lifted herself a few inches and sat back down, relishing in the pressure that his cock was exerting against her walls. Then, growing bolder and bolder, she began to pull up more – almost all the way up – and slammed back down onto him. The action gained a moan from both of them.
With her preferred pace found, Haruhi began to ride Mori's cock actively.
Mori sat back and watched her, marvelling at the beautiful creature that was carefreely bouncing on his cock. "You're such a slut." He said suddenly, before covering his mouth. "I'm sorry, I don't mean it that way…"
If anything, that statement turned Haruhi on even more. "No, say it again." She panted, still fucking herself on him.
"You're such a slut, Haruhi." Mori repeated, eyes widening when Haruhi simply responded with a moan.
"More." She begged. Somehow, there was something inherently wild and forbidden about hearing those dirty words spill from Mori's lips, and Haruhi loved it. It was like there was a hidden side to Mori that was shown only to her and her alone.
"You enjoy fucking yourself on my cock." He said, watching her closely to make sure that he wouldn't offend her feelings.
Haruhi breathed harder. "Yes, I enjoy fucking myself on your cock."
Mori smiled to himself. It seemed that Haruhi enjoyed dirty talk. Well, if that was her kink, he was more than glad to comply. She was special, after all.
"That's it, you little slut, fuck your cute little pussy on my cock."
"Oh!" Haruhi gasped aloud.
"You feel so good, Haruhi, all hot and tight around my cock. I can't wait to cum inside you."
Haruhi positively mewled. "Yes, Mori-senpai. Cum inside me, please!"
"I will, Haruhi. And after I cum inside you, I want you to lick my cock clean. Can you do that, you slut?"
"Yes, yes, I will lick your cock clean and eat up all of your cum." She answered breathlessly.
"You're a cock-lover, aren't you? You can't get enough of it, that's why you need two cocks to satisfy you."
"Yes, I'm a cock-slut. I love both your cocks when you fuck me." She rode him furiously now, aware that she was close to the edge.
"Tell me, Haruhi, do you have a sexual fantasy?" He peered at her closely.
Haruhi closed her eyes and focused on the pounding of his cock on her insides. "I think of… both you and Kyoya-senpai fucking me at the same time."
"Really. And how do you propose we do that?" Mori asked, bringing his hands to pinch her nipples.
"You can take me in the pussy and the ass, or I could suck off one of you – oh, oh, OH! Mori-senpai!" She spasmed violently around him, slowing her movement to short, jerky strokes, until she finally came to a complete stop. "That was great, Mori-senpai." She panted into his chest as she struggled to catch her breath.
Once she was sufficiently recovered, he stood up and bend her over the pew and entered her in one thrust. He had been holding back for her sake, but right now he was so horny that his balls were aching. He pounded into her like a man possessed, digging his nails into her hips as he held her in his iron grip; and after a few powerful thrusts, he came inside her with a loud groan.
True to her word, Haruhi turned around and began to lick him clean, careful not to apply too much pressure on his hypersensitive organ but still managing to clean every remaining trace of cum.
He sat down once more and held her in his arms. "How are you feeling now?"
She burrowed her head into his chest. "Safe."
He smiled and tightened his arms around her as they waited out the storm.