The Depravity of Haruhi Suzumiya (Haruhi Suzumiya) (Patreon)

Themes: Consensual, Reality-Warping, Dom/Sub, Bondage

Word Count: 4,230

Summary: Haruhi gets ahold of some... elicit reading material. Needless to say, life isn't the same. But hey, if this is the price Kyon has to pay to keep the world from ending... he'll bite the bullet for everyone else and pay it.

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At first, he’d agreed with the others, that Haruhi being exposed to… THAT type of manga was catastrophic, to say the least. Kyon had known that Haruhi was branching out from her normal readings into more amateur work, but when he’d taken her to the used bookstore after school, he’d never expected her to find a treasure trove of hentai material hidden in a paper bag in the back of the store.

Worse than that, when Haruhi had tried to BUY the perverse material, the store owner had seemed as surprised as Kyon was, and in the end the poor old man had claimed he didn’t know where they’d came from… and furthermore, that they weren’t for sale in his store. Haruhi, instead of getting dejected… had promptly asked if that meant they were just free to take, and Kyon had been forced to watch on in building horror as the old store owner slumped his shoulders and nodded, either unwilling to admit that they were his, or too afraid of the repercussions of selling porn to students.

Either way, Haruhi had skipped out of the used bookstore with the paper bag in her hands and a wide smile spread across her face. Kyon had exited at a subtler pace, and then he’d made excuses so he could inform the other members of the SOS Brigade of the new development, pronto. Haruhi hadn’t minded, in fact she’d seemed just as eager to part ways with him as he was, mentioning something about heading home early for the day.

That should have been a bad sign in and of itself, considering how much the brunette girl enjoyed spending hours on end after school looking for paranormal activity of some sort. Needless to say though, Kyon had bigger things on his mind, even if her inevitable evening activities had everything to do with those bigger things.

Kyon’s life was suffering these days and had been ever since he’d made the foolish mistake of engaging in small talk with the girl sitting behind him, his first day at North High. That day, Haruhi Suzumiya had told him outright that she only wanted to associate with aliens, time travelers, espers, and sliders, and if he wasn’t one of those, he didn’t matter to her one bit.

Funnily enough, he WASN’T any of those things. He was just a normal young man, with nothing remotely special about himself. Still, he should have had the sense to catch on then and stay away from the odd girl. Instead, something had pulled him towards her, time and time again. He’d noticed things like her changing her hairstyle, only to find out she’d done it to try and get the attention of aliens.

It had been HE who came up with the idea of the SOS Brigade, or at the very least, a club of some sort, led by Haruhi. She’d liked that thought so much she’d dragged him into things, and before long they’d actually had several members, not just him and her like he’d initially assumed it would be. That’s when the trouble really began, even if the warning signs had been there far before then. 

Haruhi’s new members… Kyon hadn’t been able to believe it at first. But she’d done it, even if she didn’t know it. Haruhi had gone and attracted an alien, a time traveler, and an esper to the SOS Brigade, just like that. Yuki Nagato, Mikuru Asahina, and Itsuki Koizumi… apparently, the three had each come independently, solely because of Haruhi’s secret power. 

Not even the brunette herself knew about it of course… which was probably for the best, because she could literally control and warp reality, her subconscious having done so plenty of times by this point. His new friend was basically a god. That had not been a fun thing to learn, since it ended up proving to be a monumental pain in the ass… and one he couldn’t even get away from given it was an honest-to-god matter of saving the world by keeping Haruhi from inadvertently causing its destruction.

Yeah. Kyon’s life was suffering. And he was fairly certain that this new matter, involving Haruhi and the hentai doujins, would prove to be just as much a hardship as everything that had come before it. That’s why he’d gone straight to the rest of the Brigade for help. Before he could even reach them however, the changes had begun. It’d started with his body, of course… or maybe that was just the most noticeable thing. His cock had begun to grow and his boxers had started to tighten. Kyon had had to stop what he was doing and hurry into a nearby public bathroom so he could adjust himself.

He’d never been that small before that point, but after, his dick had literally had to go down one leg of his boxers, and even then the tip of it was poking out from the bottom of said underwear, brushing against the inside of his pant leg in a manner that left him… seriously messed up. When he’d finally gotten to the clubroom for the emergency meeting, it’d only been Nagato and Mikuru… and both of them had been wearing… well, needless to say, they’d had sex. They’d had a lot of sex.

Kyon honestly forgot all about the hentai doujins until AFTER they’d all finished having sex, like three or four times apiece. When he’d brought up his concerns, both Nagato and Mikuru had waved them aside. In their joint opinion, even if Haruhi HAD changed the world because of some porn she’d read… it wasn’t that big of a deal, nor was it a crisis. Kyon hadn’t agreed… until they’d proceeded to tag team him again, and by the time he’d filled them both up with yet another load of seed apiece, the young man had finally come around to their way of thinking… or Haruhi’s way of thinking, as the case truly was.

His cock was gigantic and extremely sensitive, and his stamina was endless from that point on. Things got rather… silly, around him, though it only seemed to be around HIM. Haruhi didn’t turn the entire world into some sort of porno overnight… instead, only he seemed to be no longer held accountable by the rules of modern society. Only he was special. As evidenced by the next day, in the middle of class…

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Kyon grunts and winces as he feels his cock growing hard within the confines of his pants and his boxers. His dick did this now, just getting erect for no reason at all. Or maybe it was the way his cockhead kept brushing against the inside of his pant leg. Given his sheer size, there really wasn’t anything Kyon could do about it… but apparently, there was something Haruhi could do.

“Teacher!”

The brunette’s voice suddenly rings out, distracting Kyon from his discomfort as he glances back at the young woman. She gives him a tentative smile, her face red with a blush, even as the teacher glances in her direction.

“Yes?”

“I need to suck Kyon’s dick now, so I’ll be under his desk, okay?”

Kyon’s eyes go wide at that, and he glances sharply to the front of the room, half-expecting the middle-aged woman who was supposed to be preparing them for university to flip out right then and there. He should have known better. Instead, their teacher simply rolls her eyes and waves a hand dismissively.

“Go on then, we wouldn’t want him to get backed up now!”

All he could do was sit there in a bit of a proper state, even as some of the class snickered slightly at his expense. Meanwhile, Haruhi outright hops from her chair, a giddy, eager smile on her face. In an instant, she’s crawling under his desk and Kyon finds himself scooting back a bit, sitting up straight so that there’s enough room for her. He can see her face from beneath his desk as her hands reach out and begin to undo the button and the zipper on his pants, tugging them apart to get at his boxers… and the prize they contained.

“Don’t worry Master~ Just relax and let your sexy little pet take care of all your troubles!”

Kyon’s eyes go wider still at that. Neither Nagato nor Mikuru had gone that far the day before, the alien and time traveler both acting unnaturally slutty, but not outright calling him Master, or declaring themselves his pets. The three of them had fucked for hours on end, and Kyon was still feeling a bit exhausted by it all… but Haruhi wrapping her small hand around his new, massive cock to pull it out of its tight confines is doing wonders to wake him up fully.

As she stares in wonder at his giant schlong, stroking it up and down even as she begins to coo at it, Kyon twists a little in his chair and reaches for the open ‘book’ on Haruhi’s desk. As expected, it’s another of the damn hentai doujins she’d managed to purchase the day before… only, as Kyon flips through the pages, he finds themes that explain his current predicament permanently. The doujin, obviously made by an aspiring amateur artist, is one of those double-story types. 

The first story is all about some sort of Free Use world, in which an ordinary-looking guy with a small card is allowed to have sex with anyone he wants, where ever he wants, whenever he wants. The second story is a bit more personal and private, a simple Master/Pet story, with the girl character submitting utterly to the boy character and his massive cock, until he had her screaming her release while playing with her tied up body.

Kyon couldn’t deny that the doujins were pretty erotic, and plenty hot. Of course, he didn’t know how much of his current arousal was from Haruhi’s unskilled, enthusiastic grasp, and how much was from the porn manga themselves. Glancing down from the amateur hentai book to Haruhi’s face beneath his desk again, Kyon swallows thickly at the hopeful look in her eyes, even as she slides her palms back and forth along his cock.

Realizing what he has to do, Kyon smiles tentatively.

“That’s… that’s good pet. Just like that.”

A beatific smile spreads across Haruhi’s face, even as her blush deepens. She turns her attention back to his giant cock, and a moment later she’s placing her lips around his dickhead, stretching her mouth in an obscene manner, just to make it work. Kyon watches with wide eyes, more than a little impressed as Haruhi takes more and more of his dick into her mouth.

… Has to be her power, of course. Any normal girl’s jaw would have dislocated already. It was the reason only Nagato had bothered to deep-throat him the day before, as Mikuru was still a baseline girl, albeit a time-traveling one. Stretchy jaws apparently weren’t something they’d made normal for all humans in the future.

Haruhi was making it normal for herself right now though, probably without even knowing she was doing it. The brunette bobs up and down on his cock, and more and more of his thick shaft disappears between the brunette’s full, red lips. A groan leaves Kyon’s throat, especially when she finally gets far enough along his length with her mouth that one of her hands leaves the lower-half of his cock to move under and cradle his balls.

Holding the base of his dick with one hand and massaging his nuts with the other, the brunette girl bounces her head back and forth with an unequal ferocity. Funny thing is, Kyon knows Haruhi is very rarely drastically changed by her own reality-warping shenanigans. Which means… which means she might just be totally, utterly into this? And that meant he had to go along with it, just as he’d originally thought. Even as she chokes herself on his dick, Kyon comprehends that this is going to be the new norm, at least until Haruhi gets bored.

“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

It says something more about the brunette girl that she’s even gagging to begin with. Tears are streaming involuntarily down her face, and slobber is slowly but surely drooling from her lower lip to her chin, to the blouse of her school uniform as she practically flings her head up and down his length. She’s looking at him again, even as she gags, and something in those watery eyes of hers… Kyon suddenly feels a compulsion to take control and judging by the material Haruhi was making this new world off of, that was exactly what he was SUPPOSED to do.

Gritting his teeth, the young man sneaks a hand beneath his desk, lacing his fingers through Haruhi’s silky-smooth locks. He runs his digits through her hair, and then he abruptly grips down, bringing her to a stop just as she’s hitting the side of her hand, still pressed against the base of his cock as it is. Her small hand doesn’t even fully encompass his massive girth at this point, but it makes for a good stopper, keeping her from going the last few inches down his length.

Holding her there, Kyon looks down into Haruhi’s watery brown eyes and stares at her with a lifted brow. Her throat convulses around his dick, and more slobber collects on her chin, even as she stares right back at him. Finally, after a long moment, Haruhi pulls her hand away from Kyon’s cock, placing it in her lap while the other continues to knead and massage his balls in a quite pleasurable manner.

With nothing obstructing him, a wicked grin spreads across Kyon’s face… and he forces Haruhi the rest of the way down his cock, his other hand slipping under his desk to join the first in her hair as he holds her head and forces it back and forth along the entire length of his girthy shaft. Haruhi’s eyes widen at the way he’s taken sudden, and forceful command of the situation, and then they outright roll back in her head as he begins to face fuck her on the spot.

“GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!”

She’s climaxing, he realizes after a moment. Hours of sex with Nagato and Mikuru the day before had shown him exactly what a girl’s orgasm looked like, but Nagato had NOT cum while deep-throating him. He hadn’t thought that was possible… but yep, that was exactly what was happening, A glance around the side of his desk showed that both of Haruhi’s hands were under the skirt of her school uniform now, and the vibrations going up his shaft matched up with the muffled moans said shaft was currently stifling.

Yep, Haruhi really was that much of a slut. Kyon couldn’t help but be astounded… but the more he fucked her face, the more aroused he got. It was more than just a bodily reaction, though he soon did cum down Haruhi’s throat, only for half his seed to come back up and spill out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth as she promptly choked on it.

This though… this was amazing. Not just the oral sex, though it really was the best he’d ever had, even better than Nagato… but all of it. Getting to fuck Haruhi, getting to fuck Nagato and Mikuru… licking his lips, Kyon stares down beneath the edge of his desk at the brunette girl, even as his dick slips out of Haruhi’s mouth with a pop. Her eyes are a little glazed over, and her lips stay open as she pants heavily. Her sizable chest heaves beneath her drool/cum-stained blouse, and it’s clear that the girl is out of it and trying to catch her breath as she shudders and shakes on her knees.

Her hands are still hidden beneath her skirt when Kyon gets a wild hair. It wasn’t something that the young man ever would have done before now, under ANY circumstances. It was crude, and crass, and perverse… and more than a little mean. But from the looks of things, that was what Haruhi WANTED at this point. How could he deny her? Especially when she unknowingly had her finger on the button that could end the world.

His hands still laced in the brunette’s hair, it’s the work of moments for Kyon to drag a startled Haruhi out from under his desk. A moment later, he’s forcing her to bend over the top of it, pinning her face down in her own porn manga. Her hands slap down on the desk to catch herself, and the wet splat tells Kyon all he needs to know, though his eyes confirm what he’d already suspected anyways.

Haruhi’s fingers are liberally coated in her own pussy juices, and when he reaches back behind her and slides two fingers right up under her skirt and into her cunt, he’s not surprised that her soaked panties have already been slipped aside completely, and her sopping wet pussy walls cling to his digits happily as he provokes a moan from Haruhi’s lips. 

“Yeah, that’s what I thought pet… you like this, don’t you? Like what I’m doing to you, don’tcha?”

Haruhi just moans some more, her voice a bit raspy and a bit croaky from the way he’d absolutely ruined her throat. Her head bobs up and down in the affirmative though, and her hips hump away at his fingers as he pistons the digits in and out of her cunt. A wicked grin spreads across Kyon’s face, only for an authoritative voice to cut into his fun.

“Excuse me! What do you think you’re doing? You know that you’re supposed to keep that little harlot out of sight so she doesn’t distract the other students! And that big dick of yours should be classified as a deadly weapon, honestly! Exposing the impressionable young women in here to such a monstrous… fat… cock.”

Kyon blinks as he glances up at the teacher. Was she… was she sexier now than she was a minute ago? Frowning slightly as he watches her and every other female in the classroom stare at his massive member, still jutting angrily out of his pants, mere inches away from Haruhi’s rump, Kyon comes to a realization. Haruhi makes the rules, as she always has… but the new rules leave HIM in charge. Licking his lips, the young man offers a cocky grin towards the flushed, aroused teacher.

“I’m going to fuck my pet now. And all of you are going to watch. Do you understand me?”

Slowly, the teacher nods and the class follows. Oddly enough, when he glances around the room one final time, Kyon can’t actually SEE any other male students. He doesn’t mind overly much though, all of those hot young women staring at him only made him harder, rather than embarrassed as it might have before. Looking back down at his pet, the wicked grin on his face only grows wider as he gets another wild hair. He follows this one too, if only because that seems to be the thing to do these days.

Within moments, Haruhi has two new accessories. First, his own tie is now loosely wrapped around the brunette’s neck like a collar and leash, formally marking her as his pet. Second, her hair ribbon is now restraining her arms behind her back, her breasts pressing down into the flat surface of his desk with no way to relieve the pressure as she moans pitifully, bound and ready for him. And waiting for him too, as even now her hips are swaying back and forth, and she’s doing her best to grind her sopping wet mound against the palm of his hand, as he fingers her, much to her exuberant delight.

Kyon isn’t surprised when she moans in disappointment upon him removing his fingers, but a moment later he replaces it with his cockhead, and a startled happy groan leaves Haruhi’s mouth as he begins to slowly spread her pussy lips around his dick like a blossoming flower. And then he goes a step further, stretching her cunt quite liberally in order to fit his massive girth inside of her entrance. 

Her hymen snaps a moment later, as the first three inches of his shaft sink inside of her, and Haruhi’s cry of discomfort is mixed with a cry of sheer ecstasy. The next thrust sees more than half of his cock buried inside of the brunette, and it’s at that point that Haruhi orgasms around his dick, her pussy juices slickening the passage of his member until he’s sliding the rest of the way into her with ease.

His giant shaft presses against the entrance of her cervix, and a moment later he’s inside of her womb, filling it with his man meat and then stretching it over his dick tip like a condom. Her belly distends a little bit beneath the desk as his cock bulges out of her front, and Haruhi lets out a long, piteous moan as her body shakes and spasms, impaled on his shaft.

Reaching out, Kyon grabs a fist full of the brunette’s hair and pulls her head back to reveal she’s already ahegao’d, just like one of the sluts in her hentai, her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue hanging out of her mouth in quite a lewd fashion. Kyon snorts derisively at that… and then, tightening his grip on her hair and slapping a hand down hard on one side of Haruhi’s ass, the young man begins to fuck her, right then and there in the middle of class.

Every single person in the room is watching them, all of them female. Every student, and the teacher as well, are staring unashamedly at the absurd, crass sight. As Kyon utterly dominates Haruhi, more then one girl begins to touch herself to the sight, each and every one of them blushing like mad and hopelessly aroused. Even the teacher ends up leaned against the blackboard behind her, the pointer stick she’d been using rubbing against her sopping wet panties beneath her short business skirt.

Kyon only has eyes for the girl right in front of him though. He leans over Haruhi as he fucks her across his desk, his tie hanging around her neck, forgotten. He could have pulled on it, tugged it like a leash and made him bark for him… but honestly, the whole pet angle isn’t as important to him as just plain fucking her, dominating her, CONTROLLING her!

Gritting his teeth, the young man takes out every last ounce of frustration and irritation that’s been building up since the start of… of EVERYTHING, on the young woman who caused it all. And Haruhi, even though she doesn’t know what’s spurring Kyon on, loves every last second of it. Her voice carries throughout the room as she cries out from orgasm after orgasm around his pistoning cock. His shaft buries itself in her womb time and time again, and her womb stretches to the point of mockery, to the point of absurdity each and every time.

Kyon fucks Haruhi Suzumiya, a literal god-like reality-warper, over his desk like it’s nothing, and he does it with all his might and all his force, pounding away into her mewling quim even as Haruhi begs him for more, crying out for harder, beseeching him to fuck her faster. Kyon gives all of that to the girl, all of that and more, until finally he begins to cum, and Haruhi’s tongue sticks straight out of her mouth for a moment, before she goes limp in his grasp, ragdolling and seemingly passing out right in front of him, even as his seed fills her womb directly, painting it white with his cum.

Panting heavily himself now, it takes Kyon a while to pull out of the brunette girl. His seed soon follows as his cock stops holding it back, and a veritable wave of cum pours from between the girl’s shaking, spasming legs. Tucking his dick away, much to the disappointment of the rest of the class, Kyon zips up his pants and slumps into his seat. He reaches out with one hand and runs his fingers through Haruhi’s brunette locks. The other moves to her ass, and he begins to grope and knead her sizable rump, even as his eyes meet those of the teacher, and he holds her gaze with a piercing one of his own.

“You can proceed with the class now. I’m done.”

The flushed, aroused teacher looks at him for a long moment, and then down at the pointer she’s using on herself, between her legs. Her mouth opens and closes, until finally it clicks shut, she takes a deep breath to compose herself… and then she’s continuing on with the lesson, as if nothing ever happened. Oh, but it definitely did, and Kyon… Kyon is beginning to feel like he could get used to this.

Maybe it won’t last forever, but if this is all he has to do to keep Haruhi from getting bored for the foreseeable future… well, he’s willing to take one for the sake of the world.

Truly, he’s a selfless guy like that.