Author's Note: This story is full of Lemons. These are fantasies the guys are having, mostly centered on Haruhi. Because these fantasies are in their heads, the potential for both partners being OOC is off the charts.

Although some of the things the guys may fantasize about are some things Haruhi might not do yet (or ever), everything will be depicted as consenting. She's what they want her to be (hence the OOC) and they aren't forcing anything. There is no non-con in these chapters.

All chapters will be 'M' and you will be given specific warnings at the top of each. Some might be 'vanilla' while some might be more risqué. Again, no non-con or really weird shit.

Each can be tracked back to a specific moment in any of the following:

The Last Straw

The Last Straw: Continuing Stories

The Learning Curve

The Next Phase

I'll let you know where. They will be out of order. I'm writing them as the inspiration strikes. There is no publication schedule.

These stories can be read on their own, but wouldn't you like to know the history? If you haven't, please enjoy the entire trilogy – start with 'The Last Straw'.

Disclaimer: Don't own it, never will.

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Date Posted: 7/27/2019

Trigger Warnings: Language, Sex

Fantasy Lemon: Our Personal Ball

Who: Kyoya and Haruhi

Story: 'The Last Straw: Continuing Stories'

Chapter: Kyoya and Haruhi

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Previously:

I could do this all night. Holding her like this is how I always thought it would be. I may hate my father and what he did to Haruhi, but I doubt we'd be together without it. I guess I do have one thing to thank that bastard for.

"Kyoya?" she lifted her head and gazed into my eyes. Her eyes have so much expression. Happiness and contentment stared up at me. "Kiss me."

She doesn't have to ask me twice. It was urgent. I'd been waiting all night for this. Judging by her response, she had too. My neck started to hurt from leaning over. I started leading her to the sofa, sat down, and pulled her on my lap. She moaned and my tongue was instantly ready. It was sloppy. It was passionate. Before I realized it, my hand was gliding over her dress to her chest.

I felt her stiffen and I redirected my hand. I may be ready for anything, but she is most definitely not. Plus, we promised Ranka, and she's honest with him.

A deep breath and a count to ten later I asked her if she wanted to dance again.

"No, thanks. I'm really tired and my feet are sore. Can we just stay here on the sofa?"

"Sure." I pulled her to my side and her head rested on my chest. It wasn't long before her breathing slowed and steadied. She could fall asleep anywhere.

I should wake her up and escort her to the guest room, but I didn't want to. Having her here like this was comforting and she's all mine. When I'm with her, I don't feel guilty that I'm not working.

I looked down at her as she moaned in her sleep and adjusted to get more comfortable. I guided her to lie down with her head on my thigh. This position would be better on her back and neck. All that repositioning caused her skirt to move up to mid-thigh. Damn she had great legs. I couldn't help myself, I laid my hand on her lower thigh and gently rubbed with my thumb.

All in all it was a splendid evening, even if we didn't get to the champagne. I believe I'm making progress.

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I snapped out of really hot dream and Haruhi was still out like a light. Her head was in my lap, and as she repositioned herself to find a more comfortable spot, her head rubbed my erection. Good thing I woke up instead of having a full-on wet dream.

But, fuck I'm hard. I need a shower.

I slowly moved her head off my lap and onto the sofa cushion I grabbed. Once I was free, I practically ran for my bedroom.

I have to be quiet. I have no idea how she'd react if she heard me, she's so innocent.

Clothes off, jump into the hot shower, and grab the soap. The things she makes me feel.

I'll pick up right before she waved me off.

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She doesn't have to ask me twice. It was urgent. I'd been waiting all night for this. Judging by her response, she had too. My neck started to hurt from leaning over. I started leading her to the sofa, sat down, and pulled her on my lap. She moaned and my tongue was instantly ready. It was sloppy. It was passionate. Before I realized it, my hand was gliding over her dress to her chest.

"Mmmm. Kyoya. Yes…"

Her breasts were so soft and not as small as I thought they would be. I could feel her nipples hardening as I massaged them under her dress.

"Haruhi…please…"

What is she doing? She's all over the place. Then I realized she's pulling up the dress so she can straddle my lap. Fuck, yes.

"Kyoya…"

"Yes, Haruhi. Just like that."

My hips jerked up and I rubbed against her through my pants and her panties. My eyes rolled back – I could feel her folds. They felt damp.

"Mmmmmmm. Fuuuuuck," I moaned and jerked my hips again.

My lips trailed across her cheek to her earlobe. It's one of those sensitive places I've found. As I nibbled, she let out a deep sound, close to a growl.

"Ohhhhh, Kyoya. Don't stop."

"I won't. I won't ever stop."

Back at her mouth, I'd plunged in and mapped every crevice. She tasted like fancy tuna and the strawberry cream cake she'd had for dessert.

Strawberries…the dirty things I could do with strawberries…later.

"Uhh," I grunted. Her hands had snaked into my hair and grabbed hold. She lifted off my lap onto her knees, her head over mine. When she deepened the kiss from her side, my tongue was pushed back and hers slid into my mouth.

"Mmmmm," I moaned around her tongue. That's fucking hot. I felt her whole body shiver.

There's too much god-dammed material between us. How do I get this dress the fuck off her!?

I can barely think…zipper!

My hands went around and found it. I pulled hard and bared her back.

Pulling away from her mouth, I mumbled, "Off. Haruhi. Dress off."

"Yes…Yes…Oh, yes…" she whispered.

I attacked her neck as I pulled the dress over her shoulders and released her arms. She crossed them in front of her and tried to pull the dress over her head. I helped by pushing it up from the bottom.

Finally, the stupid thing fell to the floor and I got my first look at perfection.

"Damn, Haruhi. You're beautiful."

She was covered in a pink blush and her arms were crossed over her chest. Innocent and shy. Perfect. Those twins put her in pink lace. Pink lace bra and cheeky panties. How the fuck did they convince her to wear those?

Like a flash, I reached up and grabbed the back of her head. Pulling her down, I smashed my lips to hers. My other hand reached around her waist and slammed her body against mine. Finally…I finally got to feel that body. Almost naked. Almost.

Her hands worked their way in between us and started on my tie.

I was shocked when she pulled from the kiss and looked me straight in the eye. A small smirk grew on her puffy, kiss-bruised lips. Then I could feel her mouth on my throat. Licking, kissing, biting, sucking my neck.

"Fuck…Haruhi…That…That…That…Fuck…Don't stop!"

Before I knew it, I must have had three huge hickies and was harder than I'd ever been before. This girl. This girl could bring a dead man back to life.

Down…down…my hands slid down her back and caressed her ass. Smooth skin. Firm. I had no idea this ass was under those boy's pants.

"Kyoya…mmmmm…." She'd broken away from my neck and her eyes were glassy and lust filled. It's finally going to happen.

But, not here on the sofa.

I stood up, holding her butt and her arms flew around my neck.

"Kyoya?"

"Bed. Now."

We didn't make it.

"Ahhh," I almost knocked the wind out of her when I slammed her against the wall. My mouth found hers again and she kissed me like she'd been starved for a week. Desperate, intense, amazing. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.

She's a virgin…have to remember…

Her bra was the next to go. Thought I was losing my mind at first, but finally found the hooks in the front. I took it off and tossed it over my head. I don't give a fuck where it landed.

Lifting her up by her perfect ass, I latched onto a nipple like I was possessed. Her skin was so hot, she was wiggling in my arms.

"Kyoya," she yelled. "Ohh…ohh." Her hands wound through my hair and pushed me to her chest as she arched towards me. Offering herself to me.

"Haruhi…you taste so good," I mumbled, switching to the other breast. I'd never had a girl make me feel like this before.

"More…Kyoya…more…"

That's it. I snapped. These panties have to go…NOW. Before I knew it, I'd ripped one side and they were dangling off her right thigh. There she is, exposed to me.

Keeping one hand under her ass and my mouth on her nipple, I slowly reached for my goal.

There it is, dripping wet. She wants this as much as I do. I slowly spread her folds and circled my finger around the edge.

She tensed up and shivered. "Kyoya!" But she didn't flinch, she didn't pull away.

I tried to focus…she's a virgin…

I slowly…ever so slowly, pushed my finger into that tight heat.

"Ohhhh…sweet heaven." I smirked at her breathless murmurings. "Kyoya…That feels…feels…I…I had no idea…"

No idea? Has she never even tried this herself? Of course not, it's Haruhi.

A second finger followed and her grip on my hair tightened. It was almost painful. I bit down on her breast, harder than I'd intended and she screamed.

She clamped down around my fingers. She came? From that? Fuck…tonight is going to be amazing. How many times can I get her there?

That's one.

Her body turned to jelly as she collapsed on my shoulder. I pulled out and lowered her mouth to mine. A sweet, tender kiss. One that showed her how I felt. How I wanted her to feel.

"That was amazing."

"Was that your first?"

"Yes. I'm glad it was you."

I kissed her again. Me too. I want to be her first everything. I want to be her only everything.

"Bed…" I mumbled as I pulled her away from the wall and stumbled down the hallway.

I tossed her on the bed, her head landing on the pillows. I yanked the covers out from under her and wrenched my jacket off. Sliding my tie off, I debated tying her up, but no, not our first time. Tender. Gentle. And mind-blowing. We don't need props for the first time.

I stared at her. Laying there before me. Those expressive brown eyes…pupils blown, glassy with lust. That long neck, covered in small purple marks. Those perky breasts, one with a bite mark. That narrow waist that was usually hidden by the Ouran boy's jacket. And there, between her legs, soft curls and pink lips. I had to have a taste.

She let out a surprised yelp as I dove onto the bed and put my head between her legs. "Kyoya?" Her questioning voice turned to filthy moans as soon as I found that elusive bundle of nerves. "Kyoya!"

I smirked before sucking hard and putting my arms around her thighs. Her hips were already jerking, and I wanted her still. I wanted to torture her. I wanted to see how fast I could make her cum.

Less than a minute. In less than a minute her body tensed then released and a huge, long grunt filled the room. "Uhhh!" Then I heard something I wasn't expecting. "Shit! Kyoya! Ahhh!"

That's two.

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"Fuck!" I kept from screaming by stuffing my other fist in my mouth. Just picturing her face right after made me cum all over the shower wall.

I fell back on the opposite wall and slid down.

I'm not done with that fantasy and Haruhi's hot enough for another round.

I closed my eyes and my dirty mind returned to Haruhi and me in my bed.

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I crawled up her body and kissed her gently. She flinched slightly, tasting herself on my lips, then relaxed into it. Not every girl likes that.

Pulling away, she looked at me and raised a brow, "You're still dressed. Are we done for the night?"

I saw the beginnings of a smirk before I replied. I saw the teasing for what it was. There was no way in fucking hell I was done for the night.

"We've barely started," I whispered into her ear.

"Then you are wearing too many clothes."

Shit – I'm still in my pants and shirt. These are definitely going to the cleaners tomorrow.

"Let me help you," she said as she tried to work on my buttons. She's still jittery from the orgasm and couldn't get her fingers to move right. Finally, she grabbed the two sides of the shirt and pulled it apart, buttons flying everywhere.

"Shit, Haruhi. That's hot."

I sat back and pulled my shirt off. So much for the cleaners, that's going in the trash. 30,000 yen, but so worth it.

I looked down and saw her hands on my belt buckle. Larger than buttons, she managed to undo it and pull it from the beltloops. Tying her up again flashed through my mind, but we were having enough fun without it.

My button and fly were undone…damn she's getting faster, so I stood up and took off my pants, boxers, and socks.

Her shy eyes looked me up and down. This must be the first time she's had this view. I'm built, defined, and not at all small. I have nothing to hide.

"I want you so much, Kyoya," she said, holding her hand out to me.

That's all it took. I growled and threw myself on her. Mashed my lips to hers. Felt that naked body mold to mine. Perfection. None of the others measured up. She's mine.

"You're mine," I whispered as I lined up to link our bodies.

"I'm sorry, Haruhi. This might hurt, but I won't last long."

"I want this. I want you. Don't hesitate. Kyoya, I love you."

Those words. Those three words. Desperate to hear those words.

I covered her mouth with mine and thrusted home.

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"Shit!" Again, I bit down on my fist. Again, I came and watched it run down the drain.

And again, I closed my eyes to finish this fantasy.

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She flinched and her body stiffened. I started a slow and steady pace, watching her face for signs to stop. I saw none.

"Ohhhh…Kyoya…don't stop." Her hands fisted in my hair and she moaned, "You feel so good."

I kept going. Getting faster and faster. Harder and harder. Deeper and deeper.

Her head thrashed from side to side. Her fingernails raked up my back. Her hands gripped my arms. Her eyes rolled. Her mouth opened and silent screams and moans came out.

Not deep enough. Not deep enough…

I grabbed her legs and hooked them over my shoulders. This time her scream rang through the apartment.

"Ahh…Ohhh…Kyoya…Ohhh"

Then I started really pounding her.

"So tight…so hot…Haruhi…perfect." My head was spinning. I had no idea what I was saying.

She's holding onto my upper arms for dear life. I'll have bruises for sure. The pain spurred me on.

"Kyoya! I can feel…."

She was quivering around me, her legs tightening around my neck, I'm sure her toes were curling.

"Yes, Haruhi. Let it go…"

Hot walls clamped around me. It took every ounce of willpower not to cum with her. I kept pounding, hoping to make it last. It did.

That's three.

With a last grunt that sounded more like a sigh, her hands dropped to the bed and her eyes closed. "Haruhi?" Had she passed out?

My pace slowed as I bent to kiss her. She responded.

"Kyoya," she panted. "That was…"

"Yes, it was, but we're not done yet," I whispered in her ear as I quickened the pace again. I have no fucking clue how I'm holding out for so long.

She was in a daze but fought back as I sped up. "Kyoya…Kyoya…Kyoya…" With every thrust she moaned my name. This girl. I'm going to marry this girl. We're going to do this every night. Every day. Forever.

I'm close. So close it's getting painful. I want to give her another. Do I have time?

My hand slipped between our bodies, made easier from the glistening sweat. I found that bundle again and started rubbing.

"Kyoya! Ohhh…Ohhh."

I kept up a fast pace, matching the thrusts to the rubs. I'm so fucking close, and I can feel her legs stiffening again.

"Mine…Mine…Mine…" became a chant with every thrust. She pulled my head down. Right before our lips connected, she whispered, "Yours."

Our lips met quickly, then we both jerked away. Simultaneous screams echoed through the bedroom.

"Kyoya!"

"Haruhi!"

We came together.

That's four. That's a record for me.

Panting. Staring at each other. It was time.

"I love you too, Haruhi."

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The last one was the hardest. I could almost feel her squeezing me.

It took me almost ten minutes to be able to stand up and finish my shower.

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Author's Note:

First lemon. Let me know what you think.

Constructive criticism and suggestions always welcome. Flamers and trolls can fuck off.

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