Shower
Title: Shower (lame *coughcough*)
Rating: R? (let me know if it needs to be NC-17, okay guys?
Warnings: Sex, lusty!Tamaki
Author's Notes: Written for the Ouran kink meme! ^^
If anyone wants me to flesh this out a little (add some explanation, a lead in, and some plot), let me know and I will and then I'll post the improved version. I was planning to, but I'm not sure.
This is soooooo different from how I usually envision this pairing...
Haruhi is not exactly sure why she allowed Tamaki into the shower with her, but now she is glad she did. With every motion, every whisper of his breath across her neck, she wants to come right then and there. Tamaki is kind, but he is not merciful. Whenever she nears her orgasm, he stops moving and pauses to kiss her hungrily, to allow her to cool own before instigating the delicious torture all over again.
"Tamaki... ng... please," she is getting more than a bit irritated with his teasing, and she is in no mood to be denied what her body so sorely desires. Pressed up against the wall with her leg hooked up around his waist, there is not much room to move but she squirms slightly anyway, moving against the organ inside her and making Tamaki moan loudly.
"Please what?" he asks softly, his eyes closed halfway, his swollen lips parted slightly as he pants against her skin, lusty and needy and yet still so very, very insufferable. His hands move up her sides, stroking her hips, and she shivers visibly. The steam in the air makes breathing difficult, and her arousal only exacerbates this problem. It is obvious that he needs release just as desperately as she does, but he moves slowly inside her anyway.
"Please... fuck me harder, sempai," is her strangled reply, and she can see his eyes smolder at this, his hands caressing her breasts and moving down to grip her hips.
"Then say you love me..." he says, his eyes dark and intense and burning with desire... though it's desire to hear those words or to fuck her, she has no idea. "Tell me... tell me you love me..."
It is unlike him to be so manipulative, and Haruhi is not sure whether to find it peculiar or impossibly sexy. His body, hot and wet against hers, is heaving. "I love you..." she whispers, heavy and desperate as he bucks into her, hard. He bites down on the sensitive skin of her neck and digs his fingernails into her hips. Head spinning, Haruhi clutches him and breathes as best she can. He kisses her, hard and passionate and possessive, and he thrusts wantonly into her body, bringing her back against the wall of the shower with repeated thuds. "I love you, I love you, I love you," this drives him mad with passion, and as he slams into her body, she is hit with her orgasm like a ton of bricks and spasms against him. Tamaki finishes soon afterward, pouring his essence inside of her and making her shake. The kiss he presses to her lips is searingly intense, and she nearly melts against his body as he pulls out of her and then kisses her again.
"I love you, Haruhi," he holds her close for a moment, still shaking and oh-so possessive even after the act is finished.
"I... love you too," Haruhi whispers, though she is not sure if she means it or not. She only wants to guarantee that someday he will make love to her again.
Rating: R? (let me know if it needs to be NC-17, okay guys?
Warnings: Sex, lusty!Tamaki
Author's Notes: Written for the Ouran kink meme! ^^
If anyone wants me to flesh this out a little (add some explanation, a lead in, and some plot), let me know and I will and then I'll post the improved version. I was planning to, but I'm not sure.
This is soooooo different from how I usually envision this pairing...
Haruhi is not exactly sure why she allowed Tamaki into the shower with her, but now she is glad she did. With every motion, every whisper of his breath across her neck, she wants to come right then and there. Tamaki is kind, but he is not merciful. Whenever she nears her orgasm, he stops moving and pauses to kiss her hungrily, to allow her to cool own before instigating the delicious torture all over again.
"Tamaki... ng... please," she is getting more than a bit irritated with his teasing, and she is in no mood to be denied what her body so sorely desires. Pressed up against the wall with her leg hooked up around his waist, there is not much room to move but she squirms slightly anyway, moving against the organ inside her and making Tamaki moan loudly.
"Please what?" he asks softly, his eyes closed halfway, his swollen lips parted slightly as he pants against her skin, lusty and needy and yet still so very, very insufferable. His hands move up her sides, stroking her hips, and she shivers visibly. The steam in the air makes breathing difficult, and her arousal only exacerbates this problem. It is obvious that he needs release just as desperately as she does, but he moves slowly inside her anyway.
"Please... fuck me harder, sempai," is her strangled reply, and she can see his eyes smolder at this, his hands caressing her breasts and moving down to grip her hips.
"Then say you love me..." he says, his eyes dark and intense and burning with desire... though it's desire to hear those words or to fuck her, she has no idea. "Tell me... tell me you love me..."
It is unlike him to be so manipulative, and Haruhi is not sure whether to find it peculiar or impossibly sexy. His body, hot and wet against hers, is heaving. "I love you..." she whispers, heavy and desperate as he bucks into her, hard. He bites down on the sensitive skin of her neck and digs his fingernails into her hips. Head spinning, Haruhi clutches him and breathes as best she can. He kisses her, hard and passionate and possessive, and he thrusts wantonly into her body, bringing her back against the wall of the shower with repeated thuds. "I love you, I love you, I love you," this drives him mad with passion, and as he slams into her body, she is hit with her orgasm like a ton of bricks and spasms against him. Tamaki finishes soon afterward, pouring his essence inside of her and making her shake. The kiss he presses to her lips is searingly intense, and she nearly melts against his body as he pulls out of her and then kisses her again.
"I love you, Haruhi," he holds her close for a moment, still shaking and oh-so possessive even after the act is finished.
"I... love you too," Haruhi whispers, though she is not sure if she means it or not. She only wants to guarantee that someday he will make love to her again.