The Depravity of Suzumiya Haruhi

The Depravity of Suzumiya Haruhi Content: All sex depicted here is consentual. M/F, handjob. Kind of more plot than sex in this chapter. ------------------------- I wake up and jerk myself upright with such suddenness that my chair makes a loud, embarassing scrape across the floor, garnering the attention of the teacher. "Kyon," Takahashi-sensei says, eyeing me, "come up to the board." Damn it. I must have dozed off and ... had a nightmare? I.... It's stupid -- I feel like my tie is way, way too tight, and I'm having trouble breathing and.... There's something I can't remember. It's a weird not remembering -- not where you know there's something, and you just can't place it. This is like knowing something important, and seeing the sharp edges of where it was cut out. I remember ... club room? There was.... Doesn't matter. What's around right _now_ is the classroom. It's a bright day, and everyone else is so attentive that it's a small miracle I fell asleep. I spend a few minutes embarassing myself at the board, finally get it right before the teacher gets too mad, and finally get to return to my seat. On the way back, I see Haruhi in her usual seat, giving me a strangely intent look. I nod at her and sit down, careful not to draw too much of the teacher's attention myself. Not long after that, I heave a sigh of relief now that class is out -- Haruhi grabs me before I can even rise, dragging me upright and pulling my face down near hers. I'm too startled to resist, which garners me a snicker from Taniguchi -- until Haruhi shoots him a warning glare. Her expression softens and she turns back to me, staring into my eyes with unnerving intensity. What? What is it? "Just making sure you look healthy," she says, shifting her shoulders and releasing me to stand upright -- though she stares at me just as intently. "Come on -- let's get to the club room." A little confused, I follow her -- but she keeps turning to look back at me, as though I might vanish, or something. What's all this about? Should I walk in front of you so you can watch me easier? "Eh," she mumbles, looking away and grabbing my arm. "Don't be st- silly. We can walk together." It's strangely companionable with her hanging onto my arm. The way I suggested she should once, in.... I don't complete that thought before we reach the clubroom, deserted for the moment. It used to be that Asahina-san would arrive first, but now our classrooms are closer. After tossing my bag on the table, I stretch my arms over my head and get a strange urge to roll and stretch my neck -- like it's got a kink in it. Haruhi snorts, giving me a slight smile. "Hmm ... Kyon ... there's something I wondered about you...." Her face is very slightly pink, and she looks like she's trying to resist the urge to giggle. What's that? I give her a curious glance and raise my hand to the back of my neck, rubbing at it. Why do I feel so tense? She gives me a strange look, her smile fading, then shakes her head abruptly. "Sit," she orders, moving to stand by my chair and pointing at it. I do as she says. Why not? She puts her hands to my neck, and I feel a surge of worry -- but her fingertips gently probe, finding the knots in my muscles. "Wow!" she exclaims, startled slightly as her small, firm fingertips begin to expertly massage the tension spots. "Aw ... you need to get enough sleep at night! What's got you so wired you're hurting your neck sleeping at school?" Part of me wants to make some snide remark or clever comment -- try and make a joke of the situation. But Haruhi's being _nice_ to me, and ... I don't know where the tension came from, but it feels _remarkable_ when Haruhi's rubbing my neck, so all I can really manage is a half-apologetic, half-pleased sound. I feel like there's warmth or energy flowing from her into my muscles. It's not revitalizing, or like I'm feeling the benefits of a healer's lesser restoration spell -- but it's soothing, like all of my tension is being dragged down into sleep, and I'm slipping a tiny bit closer to that same point with every moment. When I start to slump in the chair, Haruhi stops, then directs me to rest my head on my crossed arms at the table. I agreeably reposition myself, enjoying this way too much to complain. It feels good. Like.... *** I had the vague impression of whispered voices, people tiptoing around me. The strange idea that Haruhi was shushing everyone else, watching over me ... and almost as long as I was asleep, I thought it felt like Haruhi had been massaging my neck. My eyes slowly open, and I sit up, a little surprised by how relaxed I feel. Shouldn't you feel cramped, or stiff after that? Maybe Haruhi's just that good -- I'm absolutely not going to complain about that. But looking around I can see that it's evening -- Haruhi's behind the computer, though glances up at me. Ah ... if she had to stay late to watch over me, then I'm in for it now.... "Feeling better?" she prompts, clicking something with the mouse and then rising from her chair. "Yeah," I agree. "Good," she decides. She moves around to the other side of the table from me, not opposite my seat, and then shifts herself to sit on the table, cross-legged. I look away to avoid accidentally glimpsing her panties and getting myself a beatdown. "I'm sorry about keeping you behind after club," I apologize, wincing as I glance at the clock. "The Brigade chief's responsibility is to look after her underlings," she reminds me. She leans to one side and works a hand into her skirt pocket, pulling out a phone and handing it to me. I blink, realizing it's my own. "Had to turn it off so it wouldn't wake you up," she explains, shrugging. But ... that phone was in my pocket.... "Thanks," I allow. Glancing outside, I can see it's almost entirely dark. I'm probably going to be getting in trouble for getting home late ... I'll just say I fell asleep in the club room. It's true enough, anyway. Still ... one thing I don't quite understand. "Um ... Haruhi?" "Yes?" she asks me instantly, leaning slightly forward. "W...why are you being so nice to me?" I manage, a little worried. She blinks in surprise and then scowls, looking away. "I'm ... trying to be nice to you because ... I care about you," she mumbles. "I worry, you know? You're a precious brigade member, and sometimes ... I worry that you think I take you for granted." I can't help but stare. "I-- I mean," she says, her face coloring slightly, "that you might think I don't care. So ... I have to show you that when you're down. Don't I? Don't ... you do the same for me?" "Yeah," I agree, after thinking about it for a minute. "I guess that's right.... Well ... in that case, I really appreciate it when you look out for me, Haruhi." It's true, though. I can't help but smile a little. "So, thank you again." "Well, we're friends," Haruhi says, looking satisfied with herself. Crossing her arms over her chest, she cocks her head to one side. "But ... really, are you having trouble sleeping?" "I ... don't think so," I say. It's fuzzy, but other than dozing in class and sleeping in the club room, I don't recall any reasons for me to be so tired.... "Probably just the usual thing," Haruhi sighs, giving me a hooded gaze, smirking slightly. What's that supposed to mean? "I'll rub your tension away," she offers with a grin that seems somehow frighteningly sneaky. It's around now I start to realize I really probably should go home. The glint in her eyes tells me she can tell what I'm thinking. "Sit here," she orders, pointing to the table ‌in front of her. A little confused, I shrug and sit on the table, turning my back to her. Once I'm comfortable, I realize that someone took my tie off while I was asleep -- I see it dangling over the costume rack. Well ... no complaints from me about that. Haruhi wriggles her way over to me, her legs on either side of mine as she scoots up behind me, her fingertips tracing across my back briefly. "Take off your jacket and overshirt," she demands. "Oh -- but give me your handkerchief." Eh ... no harm in that, I guess. I hand over the handkerchief, and then manage to get out of my clothes without smacking Haruhi, tossing my blazer and button-up to my chair. The thinner undershirt doesn't block the sensation of Haruhi's fingernails trailing her finger-tips. Lines of shiver-inducing sensation trace down my back experimentally, alarmingly ... _arousing_ touches, exploring my back. Haruhi makes a pleased noise, then starts at my neck again, working more slowly -- but also more firmly than before. Now the sensation isn't as arousing as soothing. After a few minutes of that, when I'm starting to feel that strange relaxing feeling, Haruhi draws even closer to me, practically hugging me from behind. "So ... you're a guy," Haruhi remarks, her voice slightly husky as she breathes into my ear. "You got 'those' urges keeping you up late at night, huh?" Where the hell did she get that idea?! "It's because you're a virgin," she says authoritively. "Don't worry, Kyon ... I'll take care of you." Take care of me? What is she planning-- But ... then her tongue flicks across my earlobe, and the hands on my chest begin sliding up and down. I can't help but gasp as her fingernails slide across my chest, her other hand gliding smoothly down, undoing my belt with surprisingly little effort. "Ha-Haruhi," I manage, shakily as she starts unbuttoning my slacks, "what are you doing?" "Taking care of you," she breaths, nipping at my ear before she gently kisses my neck, causing an electrifying sensation to shoot straight from her lips, through me, collecting in my crotch. I don't even have time to realize she's going for it before I feel the alarming -- shocking sensation of someone else's hands on my member. I know what I feel like; what guy doesn't? But someone _else_ feeling you is a _very_ different sensation. I choked out a gasp of surprise, almost a whimper, and moved to push Haruhi's hand away from what it had wrapped around -- but she batted my protests away and bit me. "None of that now," she warns, surprisngly warm, despite her admonishment. "God ... no wonder you're a virgin -- you'd probably scare away any girl that saw this monster!" How do you react to that? I have no basis for comparison! I mean ... that is actually a real ego boost to hear, but what the hell? I don't know what else to do, so I whimper, forbidden to touch myself or otherwise stop her. And with her behind me, it's not like I can reach more than her knees. I feel simultaneously very powerless, and at the same time ... with Haruhi wrapped around me, and her slender fingers wrapped almost all the way around my erect length.... Am I really that big? It ... must just be that she's got small hands -- I can't really think about that long, though. Haruhi's warm, firm grip strokes me slowly, and inexpertly. The fact that she kept touching me with less skill than I would was simultaneously exhilarating, and agonizing -- though on the whole, it was an amazing sensation. It was someone else being intimate with me! I admit, not what I expected of my first sexual experience, but ... there's no risk of pregnancy or STDs. And at this point, I think I'd be lying if I tried to say I hadn't thought -- on occasion -- of what it would be like to have some sort of encounter with Haruhi.... But there's no reason to wonder anymore. Her hand glides up and down my shaft, slowly increasing in speed. She rains kisses across my neck, nips my ears, and I can tell by her breath on my neck that she's starting to get excited, too. She repositions herself after a few minutes, pressing her chest into my back, and the pillowy softness of her breasts was interrupted in two places by diamond-hard points. "H...Haruhi," I whimper, when I feel a real pressure building deep inside my belly, working its way down into my scrotum. "Are you gonna come?" Haruhi gasps, breaking from where she was suckling on my shoulder, her tongue flicking across me. "Is Kyon-kun about to come?" "Soon," I gasp out, as she slaps away my hands again, now adding a slight, rhythmic squeeze to her grip. This wrings a surprised cry of pleasure from me -- and then she redoubles her pace. "Kyon, come now!" she commands. "Come lots! Now!" Within moments, she's pumped me beyond my limit to resist. I cry out in bliss and shame as Haruhi squeezes herself against me even more tightly, my hands gripping her knees out of lack of better options. The hand around my shaft slides down to the base, then all the way to the head -- before driving down once more, as I feel an explosion blast out of me, sucking out all of my strength to lauch it through my member. "Good boy," she whispers in satisfaction, as the following lesser waves of pleasure course through me, spewing out more and more cum with each surge. "That's right...." My handkerchief is a sodden, shameful mess by the time -- it feels centuries later -- that I come to my senses, lying on my back -- atop Haruhi. "Ah!" I try and sit up, but she won't let go of me. "Feel better?" she asks, the hand that had victoriously pumped all of the seed out of my body laying against my belly. "T...that was ... the most intense thing I've ever felt," I admit. She laughs. "It must have been!" she agrees. "You came at least a cup! I tried to keep it off you, but ... next time we'll use a real towel instead of a hanky." I don't know what to say to that, so I don't say anything, just moving a hand to rest atop Haruhi's. She gives what sounds like a happy sigh, and we lay there for another minute before she says, "Okay -- get off me." I quickly oblige, wincing at the mess once I'm sitting up and stuffing myself back into my pants. Haruhi wasn't kidding ... my handkerchief lays in the middle of a wide splatter of pearly drops of my spilled seed. A cup may have been a low estimate. Is that normal? I guess I don't have a good basis of comparison -- it seems like a lot, an awful lot ... but then, it'd never felt that _good_ before, either. Haruhi squirms around and lands on the floor, walking around to inspect the mess before laughing at it, shaking her head. "I have half a mind to make you clean this up alone, but I did help make this mess," she sighs. "Um ... Haruhi?" "Hmm?" she asks, as I slide off the table, careful to step around the puddle. "I ... I don't know.... Um, what I mean is ... thank you," I manage. She snorts at that, one hand rising to smack me upside the head -- except ... she just gives me an affectionate pat. Like a well-behaved pet. Is ... that what I am to her? "It was kind of fun for me, too," she admits after a moment. "You make the cutest noises! Anyway -- go fill the pitcher," she orders, pointing towards Asahina-san's tea station. "I'll get some paper towels from the bathroom. Hmm ... after the weekend, I think ... you should have a real experience, eh?" She gives me a wicked smirk, slipping towards the door and arching an eyebrow as she remarks, "Something to look forward to~!" ...I can't help but be simultaneously unnerved and excited by that prospect, though.