Downpour (NSFW)
This is the first time I've written and published anything of this sort, but this piece came about after I stumbled upon the Haruhi Suzumiya kink meme a week ago. There doesn't appear to have been any activity in that place for about a week now, so I'm going to go ahead and post this.
Vital Stats:
Title: Downpour
Fandom: Haruhi Suzumiya (anime)
Characters/Pairing: Haruhi/Mikuru
Rating: NC-17 (f/f sex and...that's pretty much it)
Word Count: 2,400+
You know, you wouldn't have such a hard time making friends with people if you weren't so cranky all the time.
Those were the last words Haruhi Suzumiya heard from Kyon before she went back to her apartment.
He still doesn't get it. Normal people are so boring and lame. If I'm going to "get with anyone", as he puts it, there's gotta be something special or cool about the person. It doesn't even have to be a guy. I'll take care of anyone who'll pay attention to me.
Haruhi sighed heavily as she looked in the mirror. She knew that she would be sleeping alone once again. As much as she hated to admit it to herself, she knew deep down inside that Kyon was right in saying her usual devil-may-care attitude toward society severely limited her options for friendship and romance. Her idea of excitement was meeting new and interesting people, an endeavor at which she had been largely unsuccessful for the last few months. She prepared to change out of her school uniform and into her pajamas to sleep in, thinking that the next day would actually bring something exciting. Any chance of her getting a peaceful night's rest were dashed when she heard a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" she called, picking up a loaded pillow and slowly opening up the door. If there were a bandit or robber on the other side, she would surely let him have it.
Instead, a soft, airy voice came from the other end. "It's me...Mikuru. Can I come in?"
Haruhi was more than surprised when she heard the voice. Mikuru Asahina had never asked to meet with her outside the club room. Haruhi always assumed that Mikuru spent her nights after school with Yuki Nagato, since the two of them were such close friends. She didn't want to believe that Mikuru would do anything with Kyon, because Kyon wasn't the kind of person to take advantage of such a situation, even in times when he caught Haruhi and Mikuru in various states of undress.
Satisfied that there was no one dangerous behind her door, Haruhi dropped her pillow and slowly opened it. "Sure," she said quietly.
Mikuru entered the room carrying a bath towel, and wearing a T-shirt with a crudely-drawn SOS Brigade logo on the front. She wasn't terribly satisfied with how the design looked, but she was comfortable knowing that it covered her whole body, instead of merely bearing her considerable cleavage.
"Why are you carrying that towel around, Mikuru?" asked Haruhi.
"Well, I was going to take a shower before I went to bed," said Mikuru, "but the plumber was working in my room all day, and he advised me not to turn them on for a while. Is it all right if I use yours?"
"Sure...if you want to."
Again, Haruhi wasn't sure what to make of Mikuru's reason for coming over, but she decided to let events play out as they would. Mikuru took off her shoes and placed them next to Haruhi's bed, and slowly walked into the shower. Haruhi was unable to avert her eyes as Mikuru's body swayed and jiggled with every movement, slowly becoming more exaggerated now that the two of them were the only ones in the room. She thought nothing of it, and simply wrote it off as her mind playing tricks on her again.
"Oh...would you like to come in too?" asked Mikuru.
What the hell's going on? Mikuru never acted like this before. I wonder what she really wants.
Haruhi approached the bathroom with an unusual trepidation. "What's this about, Mikuru?"
"N-nothing," said Mikuru. "I-I, um..."
"Come on, Mikuru! Spit it out!"
Mikuru took a deep breath, sucking in all of her usual fear and looking Haruhi straight in the eye. "I want to apologize to you," she said matter-of-factly.
"Apologize? What for? You haven't done anything wrong."
"I wanted to apologize if my crying got on your nerves at any point...you know, when you made me put on those costumes all those times."
"It's no big deal, really. Kyon thinks I may have gone a little bit overboard, so I guess I'm to blame, too."
Admission of guilt was something completely foreign to Haruhi. She felt the nagging need to chide herself over it to avoid giving Kyon or Mikuru the satisfaction later, but she wasn't in the mood to do so.
"To be honest," said Mikuru, lightly gripping Haruhi's hands, "I kinda liked it."
"Do you really mean it, or are you just saying that so I won't be mad at you?"
"I'm serious," said Mikuru. "I couldn't very well act like I enjoyed it in front of Kyon...just think of all of the attention we would get from the other boys if they heard us doing that."
Haruhi's eyes lit up with an almost incalculable amount of glee. "So, are you suggesting that we do it without them watching?" she asked.
"I wouldn't mind. Just...be gentle, okay?"
Haruhi slipped behind Mikuru, slowly wrapping her arms around the hips and working her way up to Mikuru's breasts. Instead of squeezing them like she normally did, Haruhi gently fondled them, realizing that it was just as easy to touch another girl intimately without hurting her in the process. Mikuru giggled and squealed as Haruhi's fingers ran around her nipples. It was a much different reaction than Haruhi was used to, but also a lot more pleasant to the ears.
"Your hands...they're so soft." Mikuru placed her hands on top of Haruhi's and guided them to the bottom of her SOS T-shirt, allowing her to slowly remove it and toss it to the floor, giving Haruhi an opportunity to see Mikuru's body in all of its glory. She reached for Mikuru's breasts again, slipping her hand underneath the girl's bra, and drawing a simultaneous moan of pleasure from both of them.
Wow! I always knew Mikuru was well-endowed, but this is another level entirely! She's actually smiling when I touch her. I can't believe she's letting me go through with this.
Haruhi turned Mikuru around to face her. "Now it's your turn," she commanded. "Feel me up the same way I did to you just now."
"Are you sure it's okay?" asked Mikuru.
"Yeah. You brought me in here, so I want you to do your part. I can't do all of the work, you know."
"A-all right."
Mikuru reached for Haruhi's shirt and took it off, not bothering to look where she had thrown it. She had her eyes fixated on Haruhi's half-naked body which, while not quite as endowed as her own, was still very pleasant to look at. It felt good for her to be on the giving end of such a treatment instead of always being the poor victim. She attempted to imitate Haruhi's usual actions by getting behind her and groping her breasts. When she failed to get a positive reaction out of Haruhi, Mikuru began to worry that she was doing something wrong and feared violent retribution. She thought to remedy this by turning back around to face Haruhi and pleasure her in her own way. That was when Mikuru decided to do the unthinkable...
She wrapped her arms around Haruhi and gave her a kiss.
Mikuru had planned to save her first kiss for someone like Kyon, because she thought he seemed like a nice enough guy, and always suspected that he had a crush on her. Haruhi didn't much care who got her first kiss, because she never saw that as much of a big deal, anyway. However, there was something about the moment between her and Mikuru that just felt so right. She knew she had to take advantage of this opportunity, or it would be lost forever.
Great. I'll bet Kyon's getting excited about the prospect of seeing me and Mikuru doing this. I'm not saying that it would be that big of a deal if he watched, but tonight, Mikuru's all mine.
A short while after their lips touched, the scowl on Haruhi's face faded into a gentle smile. "Mikuru...?"
Neither of them said a word as Mikuru leaned in to kiss Haruhi again. Her hands brushed all over Haruhi's body, concentrating mainly on the breasts and hips, the spots she thought would be the most sensitive. Haruhi followed suit, playing around a bit with Mikuru's hair, using her other hand to pull herself closer.
Hey...you know what? This isn't bad at all.
Her heart started beating rapidly, and the heat she felt when Mikuru caressed her upper body was too intense to put into words. Haruhi was hungry, and Mikuru had just what she wanted to whet her appetite. She reasserted control, kissing Mikuru harder and deeper, barely giving her lover a chance to breathe for air. Despite this, Mikuru continued to smile, as if she were having the best time in the world.
"H-Haruhi..." Mikuru's voice was barely audible.
Haruhi froze in place just as she was about to reach for Mikuru's bra strap. "What is it?" she asked.
"Make me yours tonight."
Those four words and that seductive voice were just the triggers Haruhi needed to fulfill her wish, but there was still something off about the situation. "But, what about your shower?"
"I haven't forgotten about that. Actually, I was wondering if you'd like to join me."
That was unexpected. This girl's even more perverted than people think I am! I don't know what happened to the old, shy Mikuru, but I think I might like this new one.
"If you insist," said Haruhi. "But first, those clothes have to come off."
Haruhi loosened the button on Mikuru's jeans and unbuckled the zipper, and Mikuru assisted her in lowering the pants to the floor. Mikuru then went for Haruhi's pants, skipping the unbuttoning step entirely and simply pulling them down to Haruhi's ankles, taking her panties with them.
She's having way too much fun with this...but that's just fine with me.
Haruhi and Mikuru continued to strip each other down, exchanging one hungry kiss after another, until they were completely naked and ready to enter the shower. "After you," said Mikuru as she pulled back the curtain.
Haruhi stepped lightly inside, taking care not to trip over herself or Mikuru in the process. Once they were comfortably in position, Haruhi turned on the hot and cold water pipes and prepared a sponge full of unscented bath soap. She let the water run over them for a few moments until the temperature was to her liking, and then resumed caressing and fondling Mikuru, using a healthy scrubbing of soap to clean her off. Mikuru became increasingly frisky, as well, slowly moving her hand between Haruhi's legs...first rubbing with one finger, then two.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" Haruhi yelped.
Mikuru giggled. "Looks like you're a little wet down there."
"Well, duh, Mikuru. We're in a shower. Of course it's going to be wet."
"No...that's not what I meant. It feels like you're enjoying this as much as I am right now."
"Oh, definitely," said Haruhi. She let Mikuru wipe her down with the sponge while she reached down toward Mikuru's thighs and felt around, looking for that same sensation but not finding it. Haruhi started to wonder if Mikuru was lying to her, or simply better at hiding her arousal. Nevertheless, she planned to get the girl to scream, no matter what it took.
Haruhi slowly lost control of herself as Mikuru continued to touch her most sensitive spot. She broke away from Mikuru's lips and brought herself down to Mikuru's exposed breasts, using her tongue to tease one nipple and her fingers to stimulate the other one.
"Oh!" Mikuru cried out.
That's better.
Haruhi continued to play with both of Mikuru's breasts, alternating between suckling them and rubbing them with her fingers. Mikuru held on tightly to Haruhi, panting heavily and begging for Haruhi to keep going. Haruhi was all too happy to oblige, as she finally had Mikuru right where she wanted her. She positioned herself so that her right thigh was touching Mikuru's left leg, and slowly thrust her hips forward, faster and faster as Mikuru's moans intensified. Mikuru instinctively pulled and thrusted along with her, holding on to Haruhi until one or both of them reached climax. Mikuru couldn't take it much longer, and prepared to let out an ear-piercing scream, but Haruhi quickly muffled it with a hasty kiss.
No, Mikuru! Keep it down. I don't want anyone else to hear what's going on. Besides, I want this to be our moment, and ours alone.
Exhausted, Mikuru let herself fall into Haruhi's arms. "That...was beautiful," she said after she finally calmed down.
Haruhi wasn't quite finished, though. With Mikuru almost out of energy, she had to forcibly bring herself to orgasm using Mikuru's hand, for she felt she be unable to sleep if she didn't resolve her sexual tension. Her hands were now sticky and partially covered in Mikuru's and her own juices, so she had to use the shower water to clean herself off. She thought Mikuru was delightfully delicious, but whatever substance she had on her hands tasted terrible, and couldn't get rid of it fast enough.
"Yeah," she said. "It was, wasn't it?"
Haruhi and Mikuru rinsed the rest of the soap from their bodies with handcloths, taking care to clean themselves thoroughly before turning off the water. They stepped out of the shower and grabbed towels to dry each other off. Mikuru still trembled a bit, shocked at what had just transpired.
"Did we...really do that?" she asked, looking once again at Haruhi's naked form.
Haruhi wrapped her towel around her torso, and then pinched herself to confirm that it wasn't a dream. "It certainly looks that way," she said.
"It was my first time with...well, with anyone, really...but I wouldn't mind doing it again sometime."
"Great! Let's go back in there and go for another round!"
Mikuru walked over to Haruhi and gave her a big hug. She could feel that there was still a lot of energy left in her...energy Mikuru wished she had at the time. "Not tonight. I'm kinda tired."
"Okay. Maybe another day, huh?"
"Yeah, sure," said Mikuru. "Thanks for letting me come over tonight, Haruhi. I had a lot of fun."
Haruhi pulled herself closer to Mikuru and gave her another kiss. It would take a little while longer for the two of them to completely dry off, and Mikuru would eventually have to go back to her own room, but for a few moments longer, Haruhi wanted Mikuru to stay by her side. "Me too, Mikuru," she whispered. "Me too."
Vital Stats:
Title: Downpour
Fandom: Haruhi Suzumiya (anime)
Characters/Pairing: Haruhi/Mikuru
Rating: NC-17 (f/f sex and...that's pretty much it)
Word Count: 2,400+
You know, you wouldn't have such a hard time making friends with people if you weren't so cranky all the time.
Those were the last words Haruhi Suzumiya heard from Kyon before she went back to her apartment.
He still doesn't get it. Normal people are so boring and lame. If I'm going to "get with anyone", as he puts it, there's gotta be something special or cool about the person. It doesn't even have to be a guy. I'll take care of anyone who'll pay attention to me.
Haruhi sighed heavily as she looked in the mirror. She knew that she would be sleeping alone once again. As much as she hated to admit it to herself, she knew deep down inside that Kyon was right in saying her usual devil-may-care attitude toward society severely limited her options for friendship and romance. Her idea of excitement was meeting new and interesting people, an endeavor at which she had been largely unsuccessful for the last few months. She prepared to change out of her school uniform and into her pajamas to sleep in, thinking that the next day would actually bring something exciting. Any chance of her getting a peaceful night's rest were dashed when she heard a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" she called, picking up a loaded pillow and slowly opening up the door. If there were a bandit or robber on the other side, she would surely let him have it.
Instead, a soft, airy voice came from the other end. "It's me...Mikuru. Can I come in?"
Haruhi was more than surprised when she heard the voice. Mikuru Asahina had never asked to meet with her outside the club room. Haruhi always assumed that Mikuru spent her nights after school with Yuki Nagato, since the two of them were such close friends. She didn't want to believe that Mikuru would do anything with Kyon, because Kyon wasn't the kind of person to take advantage of such a situation, even in times when he caught Haruhi and Mikuru in various states of undress.
Satisfied that there was no one dangerous behind her door, Haruhi dropped her pillow and slowly opened it. "Sure," she said quietly.
Mikuru entered the room carrying a bath towel, and wearing a T-shirt with a crudely-drawn SOS Brigade logo on the front. She wasn't terribly satisfied with how the design looked, but she was comfortable knowing that it covered her whole body, instead of merely bearing her considerable cleavage.
"Why are you carrying that towel around, Mikuru?" asked Haruhi.
"Well, I was going to take a shower before I went to bed," said Mikuru, "but the plumber was working in my room all day, and he advised me not to turn them on for a while. Is it all right if I use yours?"
"Sure...if you want to."
Again, Haruhi wasn't sure what to make of Mikuru's reason for coming over, but she decided to let events play out as they would. Mikuru took off her shoes and placed them next to Haruhi's bed, and slowly walked into the shower. Haruhi was unable to avert her eyes as Mikuru's body swayed and jiggled with every movement, slowly becoming more exaggerated now that the two of them were the only ones in the room. She thought nothing of it, and simply wrote it off as her mind playing tricks on her again.
"Oh...would you like to come in too?" asked Mikuru.
What the hell's going on? Mikuru never acted like this before. I wonder what she really wants.
Haruhi approached the bathroom with an unusual trepidation. "What's this about, Mikuru?"
"N-nothing," said Mikuru. "I-I, um..."
"Come on, Mikuru! Spit it out!"
Mikuru took a deep breath, sucking in all of her usual fear and looking Haruhi straight in the eye. "I want to apologize to you," she said matter-of-factly.
"Apologize? What for? You haven't done anything wrong."
"I wanted to apologize if my crying got on your nerves at any point...you know, when you made me put on those costumes all those times."
"It's no big deal, really. Kyon thinks I may have gone a little bit overboard, so I guess I'm to blame, too."
Admission of guilt was something completely foreign to Haruhi. She felt the nagging need to chide herself over it to avoid giving Kyon or Mikuru the satisfaction later, but she wasn't in the mood to do so.
"To be honest," said Mikuru, lightly gripping Haruhi's hands, "I kinda liked it."
"Do you really mean it, or are you just saying that so I won't be mad at you?"
"I'm serious," said Mikuru. "I couldn't very well act like I enjoyed it in front of Kyon...just think of all of the attention we would get from the other boys if they heard us doing that."
Haruhi's eyes lit up with an almost incalculable amount of glee. "So, are you suggesting that we do it without them watching?" she asked.
"I wouldn't mind. Just...be gentle, okay?"
Haruhi slipped behind Mikuru, slowly wrapping her arms around the hips and working her way up to Mikuru's breasts. Instead of squeezing them like she normally did, Haruhi gently fondled them, realizing that it was just as easy to touch another girl intimately without hurting her in the process. Mikuru giggled and squealed as Haruhi's fingers ran around her nipples. It was a much different reaction than Haruhi was used to, but also a lot more pleasant to the ears.
"Your hands...they're so soft." Mikuru placed her hands on top of Haruhi's and guided them to the bottom of her SOS T-shirt, allowing her to slowly remove it and toss it to the floor, giving Haruhi an opportunity to see Mikuru's body in all of its glory. She reached for Mikuru's breasts again, slipping her hand underneath the girl's bra, and drawing a simultaneous moan of pleasure from both of them.
Wow! I always knew Mikuru was well-endowed, but this is another level entirely! She's actually smiling when I touch her. I can't believe she's letting me go through with this.
Haruhi turned Mikuru around to face her. "Now it's your turn," she commanded. "Feel me up the same way I did to you just now."
"Are you sure it's okay?" asked Mikuru.
"Yeah. You brought me in here, so I want you to do your part. I can't do all of the work, you know."
"A-all right."
Mikuru reached for Haruhi's shirt and took it off, not bothering to look where she had thrown it. She had her eyes fixated on Haruhi's half-naked body which, while not quite as endowed as her own, was still very pleasant to look at. It felt good for her to be on the giving end of such a treatment instead of always being the poor victim. She attempted to imitate Haruhi's usual actions by getting behind her and groping her breasts. When she failed to get a positive reaction out of Haruhi, Mikuru began to worry that she was doing something wrong and feared violent retribution. She thought to remedy this by turning back around to face Haruhi and pleasure her in her own way. That was when Mikuru decided to do the unthinkable...
She wrapped her arms around Haruhi and gave her a kiss.
Mikuru had planned to save her first kiss for someone like Kyon, because she thought he seemed like a nice enough guy, and always suspected that he had a crush on her. Haruhi didn't much care who got her first kiss, because she never saw that as much of a big deal, anyway. However, there was something about the moment between her and Mikuru that just felt so right. She knew she had to take advantage of this opportunity, or it would be lost forever.
Great. I'll bet Kyon's getting excited about the prospect of seeing me and Mikuru doing this. I'm not saying that it would be that big of a deal if he watched, but tonight, Mikuru's all mine.
A short while after their lips touched, the scowl on Haruhi's face faded into a gentle smile. "Mikuru...?"
Neither of them said a word as Mikuru leaned in to kiss Haruhi again. Her hands brushed all over Haruhi's body, concentrating mainly on the breasts and hips, the spots she thought would be the most sensitive. Haruhi followed suit, playing around a bit with Mikuru's hair, using her other hand to pull herself closer.
Hey...you know what? This isn't bad at all.
Her heart started beating rapidly, and the heat she felt when Mikuru caressed her upper body was too intense to put into words. Haruhi was hungry, and Mikuru had just what she wanted to whet her appetite. She reasserted control, kissing Mikuru harder and deeper, barely giving her lover a chance to breathe for air. Despite this, Mikuru continued to smile, as if she were having the best time in the world.
"H-Haruhi..." Mikuru's voice was barely audible.
Haruhi froze in place just as she was about to reach for Mikuru's bra strap. "What is it?" she asked.
"Make me yours tonight."
Those four words and that seductive voice were just the triggers Haruhi needed to fulfill her wish, but there was still something off about the situation. "But, what about your shower?"
"I haven't forgotten about that. Actually, I was wondering if you'd like to join me."
That was unexpected. This girl's even more perverted than people think I am! I don't know what happened to the old, shy Mikuru, but I think I might like this new one.
"If you insist," said Haruhi. "But first, those clothes have to come off."
Haruhi loosened the button on Mikuru's jeans and unbuckled the zipper, and Mikuru assisted her in lowering the pants to the floor. Mikuru then went for Haruhi's pants, skipping the unbuttoning step entirely and simply pulling them down to Haruhi's ankles, taking her panties with them.
She's having way too much fun with this...but that's just fine with me.
Haruhi and Mikuru continued to strip each other down, exchanging one hungry kiss after another, until they were completely naked and ready to enter the shower. "After you," said Mikuru as she pulled back the curtain.
Haruhi stepped lightly inside, taking care not to trip over herself or Mikuru in the process. Once they were comfortably in position, Haruhi turned on the hot and cold water pipes and prepared a sponge full of unscented bath soap. She let the water run over them for a few moments until the temperature was to her liking, and then resumed caressing and fondling Mikuru, using a healthy scrubbing of soap to clean her off. Mikuru became increasingly frisky, as well, slowly moving her hand between Haruhi's legs...first rubbing with one finger, then two.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" Haruhi yelped.
Mikuru giggled. "Looks like you're a little wet down there."
"Well, duh, Mikuru. We're in a shower. Of course it's going to be wet."
"No...that's not what I meant. It feels like you're enjoying this as much as I am right now."
"Oh, definitely," said Haruhi. She let Mikuru wipe her down with the sponge while she reached down toward Mikuru's thighs and felt around, looking for that same sensation but not finding it. Haruhi started to wonder if Mikuru was lying to her, or simply better at hiding her arousal. Nevertheless, she planned to get the girl to scream, no matter what it took.
Haruhi slowly lost control of herself as Mikuru continued to touch her most sensitive spot. She broke away from Mikuru's lips and brought herself down to Mikuru's exposed breasts, using her tongue to tease one nipple and her fingers to stimulate the other one.
"Oh!" Mikuru cried out.
That's better.
Haruhi continued to play with both of Mikuru's breasts, alternating between suckling them and rubbing them with her fingers. Mikuru held on tightly to Haruhi, panting heavily and begging for Haruhi to keep going. Haruhi was all too happy to oblige, as she finally had Mikuru right where she wanted her. She positioned herself so that her right thigh was touching Mikuru's left leg, and slowly thrust her hips forward, faster and faster as Mikuru's moans intensified. Mikuru instinctively pulled and thrusted along with her, holding on to Haruhi until one or both of them reached climax. Mikuru couldn't take it much longer, and prepared to let out an ear-piercing scream, but Haruhi quickly muffled it with a hasty kiss.
No, Mikuru! Keep it down. I don't want anyone else to hear what's going on. Besides, I want this to be our moment, and ours alone.
Exhausted, Mikuru let herself fall into Haruhi's arms. "That...was beautiful," she said after she finally calmed down.
Haruhi wasn't quite finished, though. With Mikuru almost out of energy, she had to forcibly bring herself to orgasm using Mikuru's hand, for she felt she be unable to sleep if she didn't resolve her sexual tension. Her hands were now sticky and partially covered in Mikuru's and her own juices, so she had to use the shower water to clean herself off. She thought Mikuru was delightfully delicious, but whatever substance she had on her hands tasted terrible, and couldn't get rid of it fast enough.
"Yeah," she said. "It was, wasn't it?"
Haruhi and Mikuru rinsed the rest of the soap from their bodies with handcloths, taking care to clean themselves thoroughly before turning off the water. They stepped out of the shower and grabbed towels to dry each other off. Mikuru still trembled a bit, shocked at what had just transpired.
"Did we...really do that?" she asked, looking once again at Haruhi's naked form.
Haruhi wrapped her towel around her torso, and then pinched herself to confirm that it wasn't a dream. "It certainly looks that way," she said.
"It was my first time with...well, with anyone, really...but I wouldn't mind doing it again sometime."
"Great! Let's go back in there and go for another round!"
Mikuru walked over to Haruhi and gave her a big hug. She could feel that there was still a lot of energy left in her...energy Mikuru wished she had at the time. "Not tonight. I'm kinda tired."
"Okay. Maybe another day, huh?"
"Yeah, sure," said Mikuru. "Thanks for letting me come over tonight, Haruhi. I had a lot of fun."
Haruhi pulled herself closer to Mikuru and gave her another kiss. It would take a little while longer for the two of them to completely dry off, and Mikuru would eventually have to go back to her own room, but for a few moments longer, Haruhi wanted Mikuru to stay by her side. "Me too, Mikuru," she whispered. "Me too."