Taking Charge

Taking Charge
By Haruhi’s Kyon

Disclaimer: The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya and related characters belong to Nagaru Tanigawa, Kadokawa Shoten, Kyoto Animation, and Bandai. I do not claim ownership over these characters, only over the story which is of my own creation. I do not profit from the writing of this story.

Still no category for Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu. With the anime gaining momentum, I hope there will be one soon.

I wrote this story for my girlfriend, “Haruhi” ^_^.

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The orange light of the setting sun shone in through the window of the SOS Brigade’s clubroom window, but the late hour did nothing to relieve the rainy season heat. The humid air filled all corners of the room and seemed to take on the bitter, frustrated character of its two lone occupants: one seated at a computer, and the other watching too closely over his shoulder for comfort.

“Kyon, I told you to update our website! Can’t you do a better job than that?” Haruhi snapped.

“How do you expect me to know what to do if you don’t tell me what you want done?” Kyon retorted.

Haruhi turned away irritably, apparently proclaiming the question too brainless to deserve an answer. Kyon, his patience already worn thin by an hour of fruitlessly trying to satisfy Haruhi’s whims, rotated in his chair to face her retreating figure. “Koizumi, Nagato, and Asahina-san have already gone home. Aren’t you going to let me go?” He defiantly propped his elbow on the desk and rested his chin in his hand, refusing to do any more work until he received a response.

Haruhi spun around and glared at him. “I told you to update the website, so that’s what I want you to do! Do you expect me to spell out everything for you?” She closed her eyes, shaking her head in disgust. “Honestly, it’s this lack of initiative that makes you so spineless. How do you expect to get what you want if you can’t figure out how to do things yourself?”

Kyon sighed, preparing for a long, arrogant speech that would be anything but relevant to the subject at hand. As she had countless times before, Haruhi continued ranting about whatever popped into her head, with the only consistency being that it all seemed to be aimed at criticizing him. And of course, it was hopeless to try to interrupt.

“…and you can’t even make up your mind! If you don’t take charge, you’ll never get a girlfriend, you know. You’ll just be stuck all by yourself, always a follower, never a…”

Suddenly fed up with Haruhi’s ranting, Kyon stood up unexpectedly, his chair sent skidding across the floor behind him. He strode purposefully towards Haruhi, his expression strangely determined.

Haruhi backed away slowly, surprised. “Kyon? What’s gotten into you?” She continued to back up as her subordinate brigade member advanced, until she found herself standing with her back against the wall. “What are you doing?” she managed to stammer, not sounding nearly as authoritative as she meant to.

“Taking your advice,” Kyon replied intensely, as he grabbed her wrists, held them against the wall on either side of her head, and kissed her forcefully.

Haruhi was so surprised, she almost forgot to resist. Wide-eyed, she tried to break free, but she couldn’t seem to wriggle out from the unrelenting grip. Finally, Kyon broke the kiss, but kept his face close to hers, grinning at her slyly.

“What’s wrong? I thought you said I should take charge?” Kyon grinned triumphantly as he moved Haruhi’s hands above her head, where he could hold them down more easily.

“I didn’t mean with me!” Haruhi sputtered, her heart racing with both fury and somehow, excitement. “Who do you think you are, just-“

Before she could start another rant, Kyon slipped a hand under her blouse and seized her breast, rubbing her sensitive nipple through the fabric of her bra with his thumb. Haruhi gasped at the sudden sensations that this new invasion brought upon her, threatening to overwhelm her conscious thoughts. She tried to wrest her hands free, but in her breathless state, it was easy for Kyon to hold her captive.

Satisfied with her reaction, Kyon leaned forward to kiss her again, snaking his tongue into her unresisting mouth. Encouraged by the taste of her, he brought his hand away from her breast to reach down and grip her firm buttock, pulling her waist towards him as he thrust against her core, letting her feel his excitement and need for her.

Haruhi was helpless under the constant assault of her senses, melting under the relentless pleasurable sensations that were flooding her body. She moaned against her will as Kyon grinded against her, relaxing slowly as she began to give into the hot feeling of his tongue in her mouth and the growing desire she felt building within her.

As though sensing her change in resolve, Kyon released Haruhi’s arms to caress her breasts again, and she took the opportunity to drape them around his neck and pull him in for a deeper kiss. Kyon moaned in approval as he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her fiercely as her body molded to fit against his.

Both of them began to breathe heavily as their passions intensified, the hot, humid air clinging to them as the space between their bodies grew damp with sweat. Kyon backed away for a moment, his hands on her hips and her arms still around his neck, and they stared into each other’s eyes as they both tried to catch their breath. Kyon looked up and down at Haruhi’s body, admiring how her damp clothes clung to her curves, hinting at the form of her well-shaped body. Her disheveled skirt had ridden high up her leg, and he slowly brushed his hand against her exposed thigh, caressing the smooth, white flesh.

Suddenly wanting to resume their progress, Kyon quickly reached down under Haruhi’s skirt and caressed her damp panties. Haruhi screamed immediately at the new height of pleasure this brought her; only Kyon’s strong arm around her waist kept her standing upright. Rubbing with more and more force and speed at her every cry, Kyon focused intensely on Haruhi’s face, her expression of ecstasy burning into his memory. He relished the control he now had over her, experimenting with his fingers to find the spot that caused Haruhi to scream the loudest.

Finally, unable to wait any longer, Kyon ripped off Haruhi’s now-soaked panties and thrust two fingers deep into her core. Haruhi’s scream tore from her throat as she hugged Kyon fiercely, her head seeking to burrow into his chest as she writhed beneath his touch. Kyon’s fingers worked determinedly as he thrust them in and out of her, savoring each scream she made as her pitch and pleasure climbed higher and higher.

Then, as suddenly as it had all began, Kyon stopped. He withdrew his fingers and took Haruhi’s wrists in his hands, watching her as she slowly regained her composure. “Kyon… no… don’t stop…” she pleaded, almost crying in her need to reach completion, her former arrogance all but forgotten.

“I already told you, Haruhi,” Kyon said calmly, never averting his gaze from her face. “It’s hard for me to know what to do unless you tell me what you want done.” The corner of his mouth turned upward in the faintest hint of a hidden smile.

“Kyon… please…” she begged.

“What do you want me to do, Haruhi?”

“Please…. I want you… inside me…” Haruhi bowed her head, finally giving into his wishes, saying words he had longed to hear for so long.

“As you wish, Brigade Chief,” Kyon replied, as he gently picked her up and laid her down on the table in the middle of the room, pushing random clutter aside to make space. He climbed up to straddle her and unfastened his pants, finally releasing his strained member that had been aching for this moment.

“Make sure you wear a condom,” Haruhi said stubbornly, her voice still carrying a hint of her previous tenderness. “I don’t want to be left with a huge burden from-“

“From one slip of judgment, I know.” Kyon finished for her, having heard her rant so many times before. “But where am I supposed to get a…” he muttered, right before he found one waiting in his pocket. Smiling as he realized where it had come from, he deftly put it on.

Haruhi smiled at him and adjusted her skirt invitingly as Kyon positioned himself at her entrance. “Haruhi… are you ready?”

“Yes. Just… be gentle,” she replied. “Go easy, okay?” she added, her voice changing back into its old, proud tone of authority. “I better not feel any pain just because-”

“Haruhi, you talk too much,” Kyon cut her off as he thrust deep inside her.

Haruhi’s cry of pleasure mingled with his own as they savored the feeling of being joined as one. Then, slowly, carefully, Kyon began to shift in and out, his ears straining for any sound of pain from Haruhi as he increased his pace. Their hands roamed over each other as their passion grew, Haruhi pushing up to meet Kyon’s thrusts. Both of them seeking to take control of their lovemaking while at the same time moving in perfect unison, their moans and cries of pleasure echoed in the empty room. They forgot all about the outside world, losing sense of time as they became absorbed in each other, their need for climax only surpassed by their need to bring pleasure to each other. Haruhi came first, her fingers digging into Kyon’s back as she screamed in orgasm. His bliss heightened by her writhing wildly against him, Kyon soon followed her, roaring in pleasure and triumph as he climaxed.

They lay beside each other on the cool table, fingers interlocked as they recovered from their bout of passion. “You know… you want me to tell you what I want… but then you say I talk too much. You’re contradicting yourself.” Haruhi said, breathlessly, still in the midst of afterglow.

“I love you when you make sense,” Kyon said, beaming at her.