Ragged Toy [Drabble; T - M]

[wicked]

<b>Pairing(s):</b> Male/Haruhi (it's a surprise)
<b>Warning(s):</b> None series-wise. I can't guarantee it's a good smut drabble.
<b>Length:</b> 335 words.
<b>Rating(s):</b> M

<b>Disclaimer:</b> It is most certainly applicable! I don't own Ouran or its characters. That distinction belongs to a person with what is known as talent and copyright. In this case, that distinction belongs to Bisco Hatori.

<center><b>Ragged Toy</b>
by Wicked Child</center>


The hand between her thighs is not her own. She knows this because both her hands are busy entangling themselves in the hair of the boy whose hand is between her thighs.

The fingers were slick with her fluids as they plunged inside at a pace that caused her breathing to become labored. Or perhaps that was due to his mouth pressed against her neck, kissing and licking and sucking alternately, almost desperately.

A gasp escaped her lips as another finger was added and the pace was quickened. He smiled against her throat.

?That makes three. How many can you take??

Her hips begin to buck and she starts to hump his hand burying itself between her thighs. She wants release. She wants completion. She wants to be full?fulfilled. She pulls him up roughly and crushes her mouth against his. There is no rejection or refusal.

She wants it harder.

A thumb flicks against that wonderfully sensitive spot. Her back arches, her small breasts pressing against her partner. His fingers plunge deeper and he pulls away to grin at her. Had her eyes been open she would?ve noticed a hint of cruelty.

But she doesn?t because her eyes are shut and her hands move from now mussed hair to clutch at her partners back. She is so close.

?Please don?t stop.?

So very close. And just as she nears orgasm?

The hand took itself away.

Her eyes shoot open and a small cry of dismay came from her throat. She locks eyes with the boy and sees smugness and a hint of maliciousness. That mouth and tongue sucking on the fingers that had just been buried deep, so deep inside her.

?Why did you???

?I?ll tell you when you can come Haruhi.?

?Hikaru?.?

But he is already at the door to the music room. And her hand moved of its own volition to complete what he did not.

?Don?t forget Haruhi, to whom you belong. You are my toy.?

And then she is alone.

[Andrea]

So viciously good. Kudos, darling.

[Gundam Girl]

Evil!Hikaru! Why??? XD

[wicked]

@Andrea: Thanks a bunch! XD I like a little mind...fuckage to go along with my smut. And possessiveness...and I suppose cruelty. (But only during that time. Not on a day to day basis.) *hugs*

@GG: Because I wanted to? Because one day while watching ghosties I had inspiration to write smutty things? And the idea of a possessive and cruel Hikaru interests me (about as much as an evil!Naruto)?

Also the fact that the twins said Haruhi was their toy helped. <s>And we all have a tendency to be cruel to our toys...even breaking them. Dammit I will not write such a fic/drabble. *kills sudden plunny*</s>

Thank you both for reading! *HUGS*

~Wicked