HEAD'S A MESS (she's responsible)

by sir_carebearalot

Summary:

Haruhi leaned back on the bed, gloriously naked, a sweet smile on their face.

Renge doesn't waste time. She surged forward and covered their skin with her own.

Tonight, Haruhi was hers.

Notes:

i need a break from marx like jesus fuckkkkkk

anyways, enjoy, i write this in thirty min so that's what you shoudl expect

had 'More Than a Friend' by girli and 'she calls me daddy' by KING MALA playing when i wrote this

so we kept in touch cause i wanted to touch her

The gala was awfully boring for Renge, who has no real business there, even if she's hanging on Kyoya's handsome arm. She only went because Kyoya had mentioned off-hand that Haruhi was going to be there as Tamaki's date. And now she's there, in her fitted Hitachiin original dress. It's a deep, glossy amber and surprisingly comfortable. Renge had believed herself the most beautiful woman there... and then she had spotted Haruhi, and woman or not, they outshone everyone. 

They were in a white dress. 

They were beautiful. 

They weren't even wearing something form-fitting. The dress had a boatline neckline, and it hung over their body, barely skimming or drawing the eye to the shape of their chest or hips. It highlighted their even tan and the subtle perfection of their everything.

The only thing about them that was not vibrant was their expression. Their gaze was bored and flat as they stood by Tamaki, his hand steady on their mid-back. Tamaki cracked a joke, probably, since the socialites surrounding him burst into polite laughter. Haruhi rolled their eyes, and on doing so, their gaze caught on Renge's open admiring. 

Then, like magic, a smile tugged wide and sweet on their face.  

Renge grinned back, helpless. 

 

 

 

Haruhi leaned back on the bed, gloriously naked, a sweet smile on their face. 

Renge doesn't waste time. She surged forward and covered her skin with her own. 

Tonight, Haruhi was hers. 

 

 

Renge started mouthing at Haruhi's neck, her hands already trailing their sides, loving the hitches in breath that she was tracking. Under her, Haruhi squirmed, and Renge pulled up from sucking a fresh mark on their neck, just as Haruhi freed their leg and slid it in between the smooth, horribly empty space between Renge's thighs. Gladly, Renge ground down on the thigh, soft with give, but held firm by the toned muscle underneath. Renge's hips stuttered as she desperately tried to rub her swollen little clit on Haruhi's glorious thigh. She was so wet already.

Renge brought a hand to her mouth, slicking some fingers before seeking out Haruhi's hot cunt. To her excitement, Haruhi was already slick there. Renge traced a finger on the lips and watched as anticipation spread across Haruhi's features. 

"Want me to touch you?"

Haruhi nodded, breath stuttering out of them, and Renge hid a grin at Haruhi's neck. 

"Why should I?" Renge asked wickedly. "Your boyfriend doesn't touch you enough?" 

"Renge," Haruhi whined. "Please?"

"I guess I'm lucky to have you at all," Renge mused, and then slid two fingers right in.

She drank in Haruhi's mindless whines through a searing kiss. 

 

 

 

 

At some point, Renge had her face buried into Haruhi's core. One of her hands toyed with Haruhi's clit, while the other held their twitching thigh down. All the while, the erotic, wet sounds of Renge eating Haruhi out filled the room. The sounds were interrupted only by Haruhi's moans and Renge's groans. 

 

 

 

 

Haruhi was over Renge this time. Their thighs were slick, sticky, and shiny with come. Did Haruhi find it gross? Renge would clean it up with her tongue if they did, or even if they didn't. Maybe after, though, she quite liked Haruhi over her. There couldn't be a hotter view. Haruhi was well-lit by the desk lamp, the soft yellow coloring them like a painting. Every one of their details was beautifully pronounced. Their lips were swollen and dark, and their cheeks flushed full. Their eyes were starry and a bit glassy, but focused on Renge hungrily. And Renge... Renge was ready to take whatever Haruhi had to give. 

"I'll make this good," Haruhi swore, and dipped their hips a bit. Something nudged at Renge's entrance. 

Renge focused in on the strap Haruhi sported. It's Renge's-- a hot pink number that suited Haruhi wonderfully. 

"It's good if it's you," Renge said honestly, spreading her legs further. "Give it to me."

Haruhi dipped their head down and sucked a bit more at Renge's sore, swollen nipple. "I will. It'll be so good."

"I know," Renge said eagerly. "It's you."

Haruhi smiled, softly, lovingly, and then slid home. 

 

 

 

 

 

Renge's eyes blew wide open as she awoke with a needy gasp.

She took in her surroundings-- her room, woefully empty of Haruhi, and so very large and lonely. 

Tears of frustration popped into her eyes, and she huffed out a choked-up laugh. 

God, since when was Renge the type of girl to just sit and rot with want?

She was a go-getter. She didn't fear rejection. She....

She was in love, damn it. And Haruhi was in a relationship with one of Renge's friends. It's different now. Everything had changed. 

With a resigned sigh, Renge slid her hand under the soft elastic of her sleeping pants and under her cotton undies. She touched herself lightly, teasily, like Haruhi might. And then, struck with guilt for coveting, she closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind as she slid a finger, and then two, and then three, into an already soaked pussy. 

It's fine. It's not a big deal. 

Notes:

she might be your girl but she's calling me daddy...

also... 'pretty girls' by renee rap

(scurries back to marxist theory)

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