Suzumiya Haruhi Kink Meme (third edition)

[juicypuffin]

This kink meme combined all the old prompts and fills posted on the two previous memes, plus the genderbent meme.

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| We might as well / Never have met |

[anonymous]

"That dress looks lovely on you," Itsuki loosens his tie and reaches for the tea sitting on the edge of the table. Suzumiya and Kyon have gone out - her to purchase, he to carry - and Asahina has no care for chess.

She blushes, smiles. Repeats a customary phrase. In the corner Nagato flips pages upon pages of science-fiction.

He stands and excuses himself, fingers lingering on the wood of the doorframe. The furthest bathroom should be... And when he steps back through the entryway, a twist of his fingers ensures the quiet click of the lock. Asahina checks the gas stove, holding her hand above the heat. She lingers between oolong and jasmine. Arranges the cups.

Koizumi reaches around her to tamper with the settings, turning the knob off as the kettle begins to sound. Other arm sliding to meet her waist. Yuki flips another page, and Asahina squeals in surprise - Itsuki traps her movements, pressing against her back and moving her close.

"W-w-wha....!" She gasps, tears already starting to form. His hands brush past the apron and raise her skirt, glancing towards the door. It has been fifty-three minutes, ten seconds since the Brigade leader abandoned her post.

Koizumi's knee edges the dressline higher, fingers slipping towards her skin. Asahina is stiff, locked into position, hand curving at her thighs. The esper smiles, but her eyes are tightly shut.

"They won't return now." Voice low. Sliding against the cotton of her panties, knee in place. Feeling for the zipper on his trousers, button already undone. Asahina shrieks in surprise but the arm wrapped around her waist keeps her still. His hand slides underneath, testing the feel. Fingers twirling. A pity.

Nagato turns another page.

Koizumi steers her so her back is against the wall, and breathes something into her ear. Presses close. You're the one who said we had to do this, he says and she misses when reaching for his trousers. Tries to look away. Itsuki's arms wrap around her legs, lifting her up, and quickly traps her against the wall - her toes dangling above the ground.

"I'm not sure how long I can hold you up," he smiles awkwardly, and kisses her neck. Asahina puts her arms around his shoulders, and tries to shift into a more comfortable position. Her crying had turned into small, quiet whimpers - but now she leans into his touch. Mumbles something about classified information and grips him tightly, the rubber of her indoor shoes digging into his back.

Re: | We might as well / Never have met |

[anonymous]

Awesome!! Thank you so much for this! ^^

Writer Anon

[anonymous]

I'm writing at least a second post worth of continuation, so it isn't done yet. It's just taking forever because I've never written porn at all before. Asahina's hard to write without being so weepy that it's a turn-off.

| or was our meeting / already determined long before we were born? |

[anonymous]

Koizumi sighs quietly, and glides over her underwear. Traces a fingernail down the middle, pausing stripe after pastel stripe, until the point where his leg blocks the way. She squirms, looking fearfully at Nagato, but he steals her attention with a kiss. Her bangs tickle his face - he brushes them back before placing both arms around her thighs again, and grinds slowly into her. Her lip quivers, hands slipping, and Itsuki's attention moves to the corners of her mouth.

"Am I being too forceful?" He mumbles, and Asahina lightly shakes her head.

As she rolls her hips he presses her harder into the wall to make up for his lack of grip. Wishing he could loosen his tie or remove his blazer. Mikuru's fingers settle in his hair and at the base of his neck, curling inwards. They're moving faster now - her sounds are louder - and they've taken so long that Suzumiya could walk in on them at any moment. In theory.

Nagato closes her book and Koizumi promptly releases the maid, setting her on the ground. Hands held up in a helpless gesture as his eyes flicker towards the door. When the knob doesn't turn, his face falls and he nudges a shaking Asahina towards her chair.

"...Shall I help you change?" breathless, leaning over her shoulder. She jumps, looking fearful, and he shrugs, gathering his schoolbag from underneath the edge of the table. Koizumi leaves the room shortly after Nagato, heading for the furthest bathroom from their Brigade. He walks fast, jacket draped over his schoolbag and held in front to cover the buldge in his pants.

Ten minutes later, when he steps out again, he spies Suzumiya and Kyon making their way towards the entrance of the building from the window. His cell phone beeps, reminding him of his part-time job, but he ignores it.

He'd skip work today.

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This is the porn-fic I've written and also the first fic I've written in a year, so sorry it's this bad. Hopefully as I get used to writing again future ones will be better.

Re: | or was our meeting / already determined long before we were born? |

[anonymous]

I liked it, and again thank you for filling my request. :D
It was interesting that Nagato was there too.

Writer!Anon

[anonymous]

I don't think Nagato would stop anyone as long as it wasn't someone killing someone else - she didn't stop Kyon from almost hitting Haruhi in the novels. Similarly I don't think Itsuki would really care, but Mikuru...