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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Ouran_High_School_Host_Club_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Fujioka_Haruhi/Morinozuka_Takashi
  Character:
      Fujioka_Haruhi, Morinozuka_Takashi, Haninozuka_Mitsukuni, Hitachiin
      Hikaru, Hitachiin_Kaoru, Suoh_Tamaki, Ootori_Kyouya
  Additional Tags:
      Lemon, Humor, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Vaginal_Fingering, Hand_Jobs, Oral
      Sex, Thunder_and_Lightning, Cunnilingus, Fellatio
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-09-13 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 3732
****** Two is Better Than One ******
by Redbookbluebook
Summary
     "Oh Haruhi! You look darling!" Tamaki gushed, but she wasn't
     listening. She was too busy fingering the thin cotton shirt, and
     trying not to stare at Mori's abs. They were quite…nice.
Notes
     Disclaimer: I do not own or make money off of Ouran High School Host
     Club.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Haruhi thought back to yesterday in the jungle when Mori-senpai had gathered
her in his arms as they went to search for Honey. His arms were warm wrapped
around her, and despite the muggy heat from the jungle, it was strangely
comforting. His muscles stood out in stark relief against her, tense with worry
for Honey. His chest was firm against her side and she had wrapped her arms
around his neck to steady herself. This had brought her face quite close to
Mori's, and she was startled to realize that he was in fact, rather handsome.
His dark hair fell just above his eyes, which shone with concern. Usually his
stoic demeanor made her unsure of how to react to him, but now she wondered at
the fierce pounding in her chest…
"Earth to Haruhi!" The twins chorused, upon noticing their classmate was in a
daze. "Looks like Haruhi's daydreaming."
"Wonder what she's thinking about to make her drool like that?" Hikaru
questioned snidely.
"Maybe it's fancy tuna," Kaoru suggested, successfully yanking Haruhi out of
her trance.
"Fancy tuna! Where?"
Later that day…
"Why are we at the beach again?" Haruhi asked her fellow club members.
"You are the one who wanted to be here, correct?" Kyouya pointed out as he
scribbled in his book.
Oh yeah,Haruhi remembered, I did say that.
"Now, time to get you into your bathing suit." The twins coerced, pushing
Haruhi into a changing room larger than her dining room at home. Two women were
posted inside to ensure that she came out looking like a girl.
Well,Haruhi thought looking in the mirror, it could have been worse. She
stepped outside, where the sun was sparkling behind her, and she took in the
expressions of her fellow host members.
Kyouya looked disinterested as usual, the twins were sporting wide grins and
Hikaru tossed a wink at her. Tamaki on the other hand, appeared to have
fainted.
"Haruchan! You look so cute!" Honey squealed.
"Uh, thanks Honey-senpai," Haruhi let a small smile grace her face. Honey had
an adorable smile adorning his equally adorable face, but Mori's reaction was
the most surprising. He was blushing! It was a faint blush, but the others
noticed it nonetheless.
"Does Mori have a crush?" Hikaru teased. This effectively woke Tamaki up from
his puddle on the ground. Averting his eyes, he thrust a grey sweater at her;
it was even baggier than the one he gave her last time. When she put it on, it
practically swallowed her. She looked at the sweater, then back at Tamaki.
"You've got to be kidding me."
"Not again," groaned the twins in unison.
"We even picked out Haruhi's swimsuit ourselves," Hikaru added.
"It emphasizes Haruhi's flat stomach,"
"And the ruffles disguise the fact that she's flatter than the plains of
Narnia."
"Thanks you guys. I am standing right here you know." She murmured
sarcastically.
"No problem!" They looked at each other with identical smirks plastered on
their faces before turning back to Haruhi.
"She's still wearing it," Kaoru stage-whispered to his brother.
"Maybe she needs help taking it off?" Hikaru suggested mischievously, rubbing
his hands together.
"Uh, umm, what are you doing?" Haruhi spluttered as the twins advanced on her,
demonic grins stretched across their impish features.
"Get away from Haruhi you shady twins!" Tamaki vaulted up in front of her, much
to her disdain.
"No offense senpai, but this sweater is too hot. We are on the beach after
all."
"Oh," Tamaki blushed, "What about…" he scrambled around in search for something
to cover up his precious little girl.
"Aha!" He held up a bright yellow-
"Beach ball?" Haruhi asked confused. "What am I supposed to do with this?"
"Cover yourself up. I won't have my beloved little girl flaunting her body on a
beach full of perverts!"
"Uh, boss," Kaoru interrupted. "We're the only ones on this beach."
"Exactly!" He cried in exultation. "You are exactly the type of people I need
to protect my precious daughter from!"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Hikaru demanded.
"Yeah. The only pervert here is you boss." Kaoru added.
"That is so not true! You two are twice as bad as me and," Tamaki's voice was
getting all high-pitched again. Haruhi sighed.
"Here." Mori stripped off his shirt and handed it to Haruhi. It was a loose,
lightweight thing that hung on Haruhi's lithe frame like a dress.
"Uh, thank you Mori-senpai," Haruhi responded in bewilderment. He continued to
surprise her every day.
"Oh Haruhi! You look darling!" Tamaki gushed, but she wasn't listening. She was
too busy fingering the thin cotton shirt, and trying not to stare at Mori's
abs. They were quite…nice.
Inhaling deeply to straighten her composure, she became aware that she could
smell him on the shirt. He smelled good too, and she couldn't help but want to
hit herself over the head for the incredibly inappropriate thoughts she was
having. No doubt Renge would be pleased…
Haruhi was abruptly jerked out of her daydreams by a cry of,
"WET T-SHIRT CONTEST!"
***** Chapter 2 *****
Well that was fun, Haruhi thought as she remembered how Tamaki had flung
himself in front of her to protect her but being as graceful as he was, he had
landed on his face…and on top of her.
"Pervert! Pervert!" The twins had sing-songed as they danced around them.
Tamaki immediately jumped to his feet denying their accusations, his face as
red as roses.
The rest of the day had gone pretty well, she mused as she stepped into the
steamy heat of her bedroom's en-suite shower. Tamaki soon realized that he had
forgotten her on the ground and when he offered her his hand to help her up,
the twins had appeared on either side of her with mischievous expressions
adorning their faces. They had liberally doused her with water until there was
no point in wearing Mori-senpai's –now see through- shirt. Tamaki was horrified
to see that the previously baggy shirt now clung enticingly across the lightly
curved length of her body. He made her take it off immediately, and she had
just hung it on the back of the chair in her room when they got back. I guess I
should return that later, she reflected.
…
Meanwhile, the rest of the host club was setting up for dinner. The servants
had been dismissed for the time being, so Mori and Honey prepared dinner. The
table was set, the food was on the table and the only thing missing was Haruhi.
"Takashi. Go get Haruhi for dinner." Honey told him. He nodded in affirmation
and went down the hall to Haruhi's assigned room. Mori knocked, and the sound
echoed within the cavernous room. There was no answer. Mori continued to stand
there before calling,
"Haruhi?" There was still no answer. He felt his pulse speed up. Why wasn't she
answering him? Maybe she was sleeping?
He slowly pushed open the door…
The sight that met his eyes caused him to reel back in shock.
"Haruhi?" He managed to gasp out.
Haruhi had just gotten out of the shower when she thought she heard a noise.
Thinking it was the wind, which was howling quite loudly, she ignored it.
"Mori-senpai!" She shrieked, trying in vain to wrap the small towel around her
damp body. It was too late; he had seen everything. "Get out!" She yelled, for
he seemed to be frozen in shock. At her words, he snapped back to life and ran
out, the door slamming shut behind him.
Haruhi dressed quickly, muttering in frustration when she realized her dad had
gone and replaced all of her comfy clothes with frilly, girly things. She threw
on a pink dress that highlighted the lively blush adorning her cheeks before
making her way down to the dining room.
Mori sat down at the table, his features looked as though they had been carved
out of stone. The other hosts were already seated.
"Are you alright Mori-senpai?" Tamaki asked in concern.
"Yeah Takashi, you look pretty tense." Honey replied, his tone curious.
He nodded rapidly, trying his best to look normal. He needed a distraction.
Something, anything, to avoid thinking about the fact that he had just seen
Haruhi naked. He cringed. He was just not going to think about it. It would
only make him more uncomfortable and he was already shifting in his seat as it
was.
"Where's Haruhi anyway?" Hikaru asked.
"Yeah I thought you went to go fetch her Mori." Kaoru added.
Luckily or unluckily, Haruhi chose this moment to appear. She was wearing a
pink dress that made her look delicate and pretty. It was strange to see their
Haruhi looking like a girl. Everyone at the table save for Kyouya and Mori,
looked notably pleased.
She took her seat between Tamaki and Honey, avoiding eye contact with Mori as
she passed him. He was seated to Honey's right and therefore it was unlikely
that they would catch each other's eye. Haruhi was utterly thankful for this,
because she doubted she could look at him without blushing furiously.
Dinner was an awkward affair. Tension seemed to ripple in the air, although
only the two of them realized where it came from.
"So Haruhi," Hikaru broke the earsplitting silence. "What's with the dress?"
"Oh. My dad must have gone through my suitcase before I left because he
replaced all of my clothes with dresses and things. He's always encouraging me
to dress like a girl."
"Yay dad!" The twins cheered.
Haruhi smiled, but she still felt so exposed. She wasn't naked anymore but it
sure felt like it, especially without the security that her male clothes
provided. So she sat quietly, devoured more crab than was probably healthy and
fled to her room at the end of dinner. She laid down on her bed for awhile,
nursing her aching stomach and thinking about what had happened with Mori.
In retrospect it wasn't so bad. He was the first guy to have seen her without
clothes on… Maybe she was in shock too, because the more she thought about it,
the less it seemed like something to make a big deal about. She really liked
Mori, so who cared if he saw her naked. A small part of her felt a thrill at
this realization but unfortunately his reaction made it hard to judge whether
her feelings were reciprocated or if he was just nervous about seeing a girl
naked. It was probably the latter, she thought sadly.
Haruhi looked up and spotted his -now dry- shirt hanging on the back of the
desk chair. Well, she thought bravely as she picked up the shirt and headed
down the hall.
There was only one way to find out.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Haruhi's nerves were shot as she knocked on Mori's door. He answered it, a
faint blush returning to his cheeks as he realized who it was.
"Haruhi." He spoke gruffly.
"Here's your shirt. Thanks for letting me borrow it."
He shrugged as if to say, 'it was nothing.'
"Can I come in?" She asked hesitantly. It was now or never. He nodded and she
stepped over the threshold.
"Mori, I-" Haruhi's voice abruptly cut off to a scream as a bolt of lightning
flared across the sky, sufficiently lighting up the darkened room.
She tried to bolt for the closet but Mori grabbed her and pulled her close to
him. He picked up her trembling body, gently cradling Haruhi in his arms the
same way he had the first time. The warmth of his body was comforting, but a
shot of fear still chilled her to the bone each time the thunder boomed
ominously. The sound was almost obnoxious as it pounded against the cold
windowpanes. Haruhi couldn't help but let out a small squeal of fright, which
came out muffled against Mori's broad chest as she burrowed against it.
There was a lull in the storm and she chanced to look up, only to find her eyes
locked with his own dark orbs. Goosebumps that had nothing to do with her fear
were spreading down her arms and as he leaned forward, she couldn't help but
follow. A flash of lightning lit up the bedroom once more and the huge clap of
thunder that accompanied it startled Haruhi forward, where her shriek of fright
was smothered by Mori's lips. His lips, unlike the rest of him, were soft and
yielding. Their kiss was gentle at first, and his strong arms wrapped tightly
around her like a barrier, to protect her from the outside world.
As Haruhi began to relax, Mori became more and more insistent until she had no
choice but to try and keep up with the pleasurable movements of his mouth. He
broke away much too soon for her liking, and she turned a questioning gaze on
him, wondering why he had stopped. His eyes seemed to be asking her permission
to continue, and she nodded slightly, her mouth breaking into a small smile.
She clasped his larger hand in her own, and placed it over her heart. He could
feel the frenzied beating that rivaled the drums in his own chest, but when he
looked down, he became acutely aware of the fact that his hand was covering a
great deal of her chest. The small nub of her nipple was poking into the palm
of his hand, and he felt himself grow hard against her.
Haruhi seemed not to have noticed, because she was too busy being mortified
with the realization that she had placed his hand on her (admittedly small, but
still existent nonetheless!), breasts. She could feel the heat of his warm palm
seeping through the thin material of her dress, making her nipples grow hard.
She was extremely glad that the darkness covered the ferocious blush that had
spread across her cheeks.
She wiggled around uncomfortably in his lap, debating on what to say to Mori,
when he unwillingly let out a groan. She cocked her head at his somewhat pained
expression, and shifted some more because something was poking her. It took a
full two seconds for this awareness to light a match in the room full of
explosives that was formerly Haruhi's innocent mind. Her brown eyes grew wide
with awareness, and when she dared to look at him, his face registered shame
and resignation.
"Haruhi," he spoke, his deep voice sounding rather throaty, "I am very sorry."
"Don't be," she replied back, as she leaned forward of her own volition and
pressed her lips to his. He kissed back with fervor, and she felt him unlatch
her bra through her dress. It was soon discarded, along with his shirt and she
let her hands marvel at the lean, muscular body that felt so good alongside
hers. His left hand was down the front of her dress, playing with her breasts,
while the other was slowly snaking up her thigh, pulling up her dress as it
went.
Meanwhile, Haruhi's hands and lips were wandering down Mori's chest, mapping
out his body as they went. She nibbled on his neck, noticing that he had a
particularly sensitive spot there. A spurt of thunder shook the walls, and she
bit down a little harder than she had intended.
"Sorry!" She winced at the mark she had left. It had to have hurt, but he took
it in stride. She kissed the mark before tracing his collarbone with her
tongue. She pinched his nipples and he felt a jolt of arousal spread through
his body. Haruhi lightly traced the line of hair leading into his pants before
toying with the button. It was a rather stubborn button… It seemed to her that
it was much easier to dress as a man than it was to undress a man. Luckily, he
took pity on her (or himself rather,) and unbuttoned his pants. He slid them
off onto the floor, which already sported a great deal of his clothing. His
erection stood up rigidly in his pale blue boxers. She suppressed a gasp at the
sheer size of it. Her fingers shook slightly as she toyed with the hem of his
underwear. She was excited but incredibly nervous as well. Mori suddenly pushed
the front of her dress down and she shuddered as her chest was exposed to the
cool air. She supposed that it was probably unfair that he was practically
naked while she was mostly dressed. However, when he put his warm mouth on her
breast and began to suckle it, she almost melted. He had also begun to rub her
through her cotton panties, which were swiftly becoming soaked with her
arousal. She couldn't believe how good it felt! She tugged down his boxers,
intent on making him feel as good as he made her feel. She ran her finger down
his shaft lightly, and he practically squirmed beside her. Haruhi laughed out
loud. She didn't think she had ever seen Mori-senpai so flustered and it was
strange to realize that she was the reason why he looked this way.
Apparently, Mori did not like to be laughed at, because the fingers that had
been rubbing her through her wet panties were now forcing themselves into her.
She was slick and hot and they slid in easily, pumping in and out of her molten
core.
Haruhi tightened her grip on him, causing him to inhale sharply as she stroked
his pulsing erection. Mori pulled her face to his, and they steadily developed
a rhythm between kissing and stroking.
Haruhi felt something warm and wet added to the fingers plunging deep inside of
her, while something soft tickled her inner thighs. The wetness felt so
incredibly good as it curled around the little button inside of her, causing
her to buck uncontrollably against Mori. It felt like someone's tongue, but she
knew it couldn't be Mori's since his was currently twisted around her own
tongue. The hand she had fisted in Mori's hair tugged harder, while the one
holding his cock twitched uselessly as her world spiraled around her. She felt
all of her stress and energy leave her, as she lay boneless on the mattress.
She was reluctantly and immediately thrown back into reality when she spotted
the blonde head buried between her thighs.
"Honey-senpai?" Haruhi questioned, her eyes growing impossibly wide.
"Haruchan!" He smiled sweetly at her while licking his lips. "Mmm Haruchan, you
taste really good. Almost better than cake!" He pondered this as Mori sat up
beside Haruhi.
"You missed some Mitsukuni," when Mori spoke, his voice was more husky than
usual, and it sent shivers down Haruhi's spine. He then proceeded to swipe a
finger across Honey's cheek where the latter had missed a bit of her cum. He
stuck the finger in his mouth and Haruhi just about died of embarrassment.
This couldn't be happening. There was no way that she and Mori had just
done…well…that. And Honey-senpai was not just between her legs telling her how
good she tasted. And despite everything that had happened, she had fleetingly
glanced down at Mori, only to realize that he was still not done… In her
selfishness at being pleasured by two boys, she hadn't even managed to get off
one.
While she was chastising herself, Mori was giving Honey a look. Without needing
words, Honey simply nodded.
"Bye-bye Haruhi," Honey smiled widely up at her, snapping her out of her morose
thoughts. "I'm off to play with Usuchan. Thanks for the dessert!" Honey kissed
her square on the mouth before scampering off, leaving her alone in shocked
silence with Mori.
That was weird.
"I'm sorry about not…" Haruhi stammered, her cheeks growing red as she glanced
down at his crotch.
Mori made a non-committable noise before grabbing his cock in his hand to get
himself off. Haruhi placed her hand over his before she could stop herself.
"That's not really fair. Here, let me help you." She stroked him a couple
times, hard enough to have him panting. Then she lowered herself until she was
face to crotch level. It was awkward and intimidating, but it was Mori, and if
she was going to do this for anyone, it would be him.
"Haruhi, you don't have to," he protested gruffly as another stroke from her
soft hands made him moan.
"I want to," she replied, giving him one of her trademark smiles. The kind of
simple, adoring smile that made Tamaki squeeze her to death. Mori had been her
savior then too, she remembered. She stuck her tongue out to tentatively lick
the bubble of liquid hovering on the tip of his cock. Mori shuddered in
appreciation and Haruhi marveled at the taste of him. He tasted salty and there
something heady about the taste too.
She looked up at him, her brown eyes wide and her lips wet with saliva and cum;
it was almost enough to make him come undone. She enveloped him in her mouth,
and his eyes rolled back in his head with pleasure. She couldn't quite fit all
of him in, but she covered the remaining bit with her hand. She heard him
inhale sharply when she sucked in, making the wet warmth around him grow even
tighter while her right hand pumped back and forth.
His hands were gripping the bed sheets as he tried his best not to thrust into
her mouth. He couldn't fully prevent the rocking of his pelvis and a few times
Haruhi had to adjust herself so she wasn't choking. Pretty soon Mori was
gasping for air as the pleasant sensations consuming his body caught up with
him. He exploded into Haruhi's mouth, and she tried her best to catch all of
it. He fell back down on the bed, completely spent, and Haruhi crawled next to
him. He wrapped his warm, slightly sweaty body around her, and captured her
mouth in a heated kiss.
Haruhi was surprised that he would want to kiss her after, well, that, but he
didn't seem to mind. They broke away not long after, and he pulled her closer
against him. Mori hummed contentedly, placing her head below his chin as he
spooned her lithe body.
Outside the storm raged on, but Haruhi no longer felt afraid; she was safe in
Mori's arms.
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