ABC; P: Penalty; The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya; Haruhi/Kyon
Fandom: The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya
Title: P is for Penalty
Pairing/Characters: Kyon/Haruhi
Rating: T
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya in any way, shape, or form.
Summary: P: Penalty; The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya; Haruhi/Kyon for spanish_silver!
Status: Complete
At first, it had been annoying. I wanted nothing to do with her and her antics; no matter how much of my God she was supposed to be, I wanted to get away from her. I still question it, along with my decision to be this close to her. It’s taken a lot of coaching to get to this point, from either Koizumi or Asahina-san-Nagato just… stares, however, and I still don’t know what to do with myself emotionally. My mind tells me to cut and run while I still have my balls in tact, but… I can’t. I see a flash of vulnerability and I choke. I see a flash of blue, cotton panties and I choke. I don’t know if I’m winning or losing.
Now, it’s just a game. A sick, twisted game that Haruhi gets off on, but… if I’m getting off too, for a change, I have no problem whatsoever with the scenario and how we get to that point.
It began when we were teenagers, her shouting, “Penalty!” whenever I was late, making me pay ridiculous amounts of money that I didn’t have for food that she barely ate-as well as the rest of the club members, I had to pay for them, too. If I didn’t, God forbid what would happen, but I was good enough then.
Then I started to defy her.
I liked it. I wouldn’t lie… too much… about that.
What I didn’t know was that she would take to it so well.
By “well,” I mean that she wouldn’t kill me. I was hit, smacked, abused, but… is it sadistic of me to be turned-wait, that totally is sadistic. Whatever.
Then one day I backed her up against a wall. I was yelling, arguing with her in a way I normally would avoid for my safety; however, when I saw a certain spark in her eyes, I realized that we had passed a checkpoint I didn’t even know was there… don’t ask me what it is, I’m not going to tell you.
If you’ve never heard, angry sex is the best sex. If anyone tries to tell you otherwise, they’re lying or never had angry sex before.
Title: P is for Penalty
Pairing/Characters: Kyon/Haruhi
Rating: T
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya in any way, shape, or form.
Summary: P: Penalty; The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya; Haruhi/Kyon for spanish_silver!
Status: Complete
At first, it had been annoying. I wanted nothing to do with her and her antics; no matter how much of my God she was supposed to be, I wanted to get away from her. I still question it, along with my decision to be this close to her. It’s taken a lot of coaching to get to this point, from either Koizumi or Asahina-san-Nagato just… stares, however, and I still don’t know what to do with myself emotionally. My mind tells me to cut and run while I still have my balls in tact, but… I can’t. I see a flash of vulnerability and I choke. I see a flash of blue, cotton panties and I choke. I don’t know if I’m winning or losing.
Now, it’s just a game. A sick, twisted game that Haruhi gets off on, but… if I’m getting off too, for a change, I have no problem whatsoever with the scenario and how we get to that point.
It began when we were teenagers, her shouting, “Penalty!” whenever I was late, making me pay ridiculous amounts of money that I didn’t have for food that she barely ate-as well as the rest of the club members, I had to pay for them, too. If I didn’t, God forbid what would happen, but I was good enough then.
Then I started to defy her.
I liked it. I wouldn’t lie… too much… about that.
What I didn’t know was that she would take to it so well.
By “well,” I mean that she wouldn’t kill me. I was hit, smacked, abused, but… is it sadistic of me to be turned-wait, that totally is sadistic. Whatever.
Then one day I backed her up against a wall. I was yelling, arguing with her in a way I normally would avoid for my safety; however, when I saw a certain spark in her eyes, I realized that we had passed a checkpoint I didn’t even know was there… don’t ask me what it is, I’m not going to tell you.
If you’ve never heard, angry sex is the best sex. If anyone tries to tell you otherwise, they’re lying or never had angry sex before.