fic: Money: How it Sometimes Matters (and Sometimes Doesn't) Part 1
Title: Money: How it Sometimes Matters (and Sometimes Doesn't)
Fandom: Host Club
Pairing: Tamaki/Haruhi
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: roleplay, spanking, plugs, first time
Summary: What's a young girl to do when she needs money--and fast? Why sell her body to a noble, of course. And what a particularly blond, handsome noble, at that.
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part 1
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Haruhi was more than a little nervous. Nervous was an understatement.
“My name is Tamaki,” the man said suavely, running his fingertips across her arm. She swallowed thickly. He was only touching her. This man was safe-well, he seemed safe at least. If he'd intended to harm her he'd have done so already, right?
“What's your name?” The man asked-Tamaki-from above her, violet eyes flickering. He smiled sweetly.
“H-Haruhi. My name is Haruhi,” she managed, voice cracking. It wasn't until afterwards that she realized that maybe she should have given him a false name; an alias. It was too late now. She tried to calm her mind, breathing in deeply. She could do this. Her Father needed the money, and just this once she could help out. He'd sacrificed plenty over the years for her and her mother, and just this once, she could sacrifice a part of herself, too.
“Haruhi, you're very pretty,” Tamaki mumbled softly, lips brushing the shell of her ear. The words sent chills down her spine. She shivered and Tamaki smiled.
“You-you don't have to give me compliments...” Haruhi hated liars, she really did.
“I know I don't have to,” He began, fingertips tickling her sides lightly through her shirt. “I want to.”
Haruhi threw her arm over her face to hide her embarrassment, eyes tightly screwed shut. She wasn't very well-versed when it came to personal interactions, especially personal interactions of the the sexual sort. One might even say she'd never before been with a man; that she still pure and virginal.
Haruhi resisted the urge to arch her back when Tamaki's fingers ghosted across her cotton clad-chest. He leaned forward, blond hair curtaining his face, and began to kiss her. It was startling at first-Haruhi hadn't seen him coming-hadn't known he was going to kiss her until his lips were pressing leisurely against hers. She attempted to mimic his movements, moving her lips hesitantly, praying to God that she was doing it right.
“I am your first,” the blond said casually, slowly pulling away. The way he'd said it-like it was a statement and not a question-it was terrifying. Did he want someone more experienced? Would he send her away? Her family needed the money, and she'd been lucky enough to catch this Noble's interest as it was.
“I have to admit, I'm quite honored,” He continued. She was both relieved and disappointed. He wasn't going to send her away, then. She closed her eyes again. Things were less embarrassing when you closed your eyes, somehow.
Haruhi could feel his hand traveling across the expanse of her stomach, slowly inching beneath her shirt. Her breathing hitched. No one had ever touched her like this before, neither so intimately, nor so tenderly. It was overwhelming. She told her hands to stop shaking, she really did, but they just wouldn't listen. She wanted to hold onto something, to clench at the sheets at least, but they were silk and she didn't want to make him angry by ruining them, so she settled for balling her hands into delicate fists instead.
The hand traveling toward her chest stilled, and she let out a breath of relief. There was a lump in her throat.
“What are you so afraid of, darling?” He asked, removing his hand from beneath her shirt. While this girl was clearly young and beautiful, Tamaki had only ever accepted bedmates who were clearly willing. At first, he'd chalked it up to theatrics. He did so enjoy a woman who was keen to playing along with his fantasies, after all. He's assumed she was just a spectacularly experienced actress of sorts, but with the way she was responding to him, Tamaki was beginning to have his doubts.
“I'll be gentle,” he assured her, smirking against her lips, but voice sickeningly sincere.
Why did the man have to be so sweet? She didn't want to like him. She didn't want this to be such a drawn out affair. She wanted a quick in-and-out, the breaking of her maidenhood, and the coins placed into her palm. Nothing more, nothing less.
“I-I don't know,” Haruhi forced herself to speak clearly. “Well, it's only like you said, sir,” at least her voice was returning to the calm, neutral tone she was used to, “that you're my f-first.”
A blush began creeping across her cheeks.
“You're so cute, you know!” Excitement came bubbling out of his voice, childish and startling. She opened her eyes to stare. She wasn't so sure hot to respond to such compliments, as she wasn't entirely used to them. She settled for a nervous smile instead.
“You're such a good actress, Haruhi! So, so, so, cute!” Haruhi frowned.
“Tamaki,” she managed through clenched teeth, clearly irritated, “We're supposed to be staying in character, remember?”
The blond cast her a pouty look. “But Haruhi, how can I stay in character when you're just the sweetest, cutest, best girl I've ever seen? It's so difficult to keep up this act, especially when you look so nervous!” Haruhi sighed.
“Tamaki, we talked about this. You're ruining the point of this being a roleplay. I'm not really scared, okay? I'm fine.”
Tamaki looked at her skeptically. She did seem perfectly normal, what with the same aggravated attitude and calm demeanor. But then, just a few minutes ago she'd looked stricken with apprehension, shaking with fear. On the other hand, they'd been going out for months-there wasn't any real reason for Haruhi to fear him. She really was a surprisingly good actress then.
Tamaki nodded sharply, and at once they were no longer themselves.
“Am I really your first?” He said again, this time asking her. “And here I thought you were merely following my lead...” a low chuckle resounded throughout the room and a teasing hand danced across her cheek. Haruhi's body tensed as Tamaki began to lower his own against her. She could feel the contours of his body pressing against her. Unsurprisingly, a particularly erect contour was pressing against her hip. She swallowed.
“You're lucky I found you then, beautiful,” he brushed a strand of hair from her face. “There are some other Nobles with rather...peculiar tastes.” His fingers slid across her white cotton shirt, to the ruffled sleeves. He tugged at them with no real intention of disrobing her.
“Aren't you lucky, I said. Aren't you lucky I found you?” It was obvious that the man was fishing for answer from her. Haruhi found her mouth suddenly dry; tongue heavy. She managed a jerky nod instead. Apparently that wasn't enough. Warm hands slid back down to toy with her breasts through her clothing. It wasn't anything too serious, just fingers gliding across cloth-covered flesh, but still, he was touching her.
“I said, aren't you lucky?” He punctuated the words with a sharp pinch to her nipples, the white cloth rubbing them roughly.
“Yes...!” She managed that time, gasping. “Yes..I'm lucky, lucky you found me.” Her heart was pumping blood too quickly, moving about erratically in her chest.
“That's a good girl...” The Noble chuckled again. Some maidens were too easy to tease and play with.
He was on top of her again, both predatory and sweet. He leaned down and began to kiss her neck, reveling in the way her breath hitched as his teeth grazed her artery. He opened his mouth further, biting lightly against the large vein, pressing his teeth against her skin teasingly. Her body tensed and the sensation seemed to have shot directly to his cock. He bit down harder, careful not to really hurt her, and felt his ego swell when she gasped.
“Won't really hurt you,” He mumbled against her skin, and Haruhi really wanted to believe him, but she was terrified. Her arms were useless at her sides, pinned and straddled by strong calves, and someone she didn't know was pressing his teeth against one of her major arteries. How could she believe a man she didn't even know?
While he might have thought taking it slow was doing her a favor, really, she was wishing the man would just hurry the hell up and get this over with. Honestly, she'd had no idea that sex could take so long. What little she'd even managed to hear about sex was that it was painful and all you had to do was close your eyes and think of England or something. She'd had no idea that it could involve so much talking and biting, and...whatever else this was.
With another lick at her neck he pulled back, hands at her breasts again, movements slow and teasing. He found her nipples easily, pinching with his forefinger and thumb, rolling the nubs between his fingers. He rubbed them with the pads of his thumbs, smiling in satisfaction when a muffled noise escaped her lips.
“Like it?” He asked, teasing, and without even thinking about what she was going to say, Haruhi had responded, with a roll of her eyes.
“Well, obviously.”
Tamaki chuckled, but managed for the most part managed to ignore her break in character, opting instead to slide his hands beneath her ruffled shirt. He unclipped the bra easily, allowing the material to slide across her breasts as he pulled it out from her shirt. Haruhi closed her eyes again. No one had ever seen her like this. She felt self-conscious suddenly, uselessly hoping that he wouldn't look at her body.
No such luck. He tugged her shirt above her chest in one swift movement, exposing small, perky breasts to the cool air. Almost immediately her nipples were hard; she shivered.
“Ah, so cute and little...!” Tamaki said, touching them softly. Haruhi resisted the urge to yell at him. They weren't that little.
He felt the flesh in his hands, pushing and pulling, just grazing the nipples. Haruhi finally gave into the raw pleasure and grabbed at the sheets, tightening her hand into a fist. Suddenly, the sensations stopped. Haruhi stilled her body- apprehensive about the lack of movement-and remained silent until her breathing returned to normal. Finally, unable to stand the tension any longer, she opened here eyes.
A cold violet gaze was on her.
“Are you trying to ruin my sheets?” He asked slowly, smirking. His eyes slowly traveled down her body until they reached her hands, silk still crushed between her nails and her palm.
A few moments passed before Haruhi was even able to process what Tamaki had said. When she did, her eyes widened and she immediately opened her hands, dropping the expensive material. Afraid again, she realized just how little she knew of this man, of just how little she knew about his temper and usual behavior. She certainly wasn't sure about how much he prided himself in good sheets, although she had suspected so earlier. She inwardly chastised herself for the mistake, and she would have apologized too, if she weren't so afraid.
“You do realize that the money I'm paying for this wouldn't even cover a fraction of how much those sheets cost me, don't you?” Haruhi wasn't sure how to respond, or even if he was even really looking for an answer. She settled for silence instead, willing herself to hold eye contact, lest she offend him even more.
“You have a peculiar habit of not answering my questions, don't you?” Again, Haruhi didn't answer, proving his point. Her jaw tightened.
“Tsk, tsk,” he said with a shake of his head, “You know what happens to bad little girls, right?” This time he didn't bother to wait for an answer.
“They get punished,” he finished for her. The words fell from his lips and hung in the air, the sexual context behind the words very present. Someone who had been sweet and almost comforting just minutes ago had suddenly become someone with a very short, very terrifying fuse.
“Oh Haruhi, I can't do this anymore!” Tamaki said suddenly, voice high and stressed.
“It's scary! I can't say these kinds of things to you! Especially when you look so afraid and small! Why do I have to do this? It's getting scary!” Haruhi rolled her eyes.
“I already told you, I'm fine. Why would I be afraid of you? I clearly have nothing to fear.” She motioned to his emotionally wrought state. Tamaki sniffled.
“You're sure you like this, right?” Tamaki asked. Haruhi suddenly felt bad. Had she been completely off-target when she'd thought up this scenario? She'd thought Tamaki would enjoy playing the dominant role for once. Usually it was Haruhi doing all the work, all the moving of things along. For once, she wanted Tamaki to be bigger person. She wanted Tamaki to be the emotionally stable person. She was sure he was capable of it, even if it was only acting.
“Tamaki, you aren't enjoying this?” She knew this was something Tamaki was capable of doing. Playing the smooth, suave playboy for girls was something he'd done at Ouran for four years. However, perhaps Haruhi had pegged him wrong in one aspect. Perhaps it wasn't something he actually enjoyed doing?
“It's not like that-I really like you Haruhi! It's just that...” his voiced trailed off.
“You're not into this? It's fine, we can do something else if you're not.” Haruhi wasn't going to force Tamaki to act in any way that he didn't like. Although quite honestly, it wasn't as if she'd written him exact dialogue. The words he'd said had all been his own.
“No, no! It's not that I don't like it, but, oh, Haruhi! I don't wanna upset you, not really!” Haruhi was about to give in when she finally processed the last part. 'Not really,' he'd said. So he did want to upset her, even if only hypothetically? What was that supposed to mean?
“So, you do want to upset me, you just don't want me to really become upset?” She asked for clarification. Tamaki seldom made sense.
“Yes, exactly-I mean-that's not what I meant!” Tamaki was shaking his head rapidly and making erratic hand motions. Haruhi waited for him to gather himself.
“I just-you really do like this, right?” Tamaki's face was slowly turning red, and Haruhi honestly couldn't figure out why. What was there to be embarrassed about? She nodded.
“Well, because, I do like it actually...I just-I don't want you to think I'm some kinda sadist-I'd never hurt you for real!” His eyes slid down to his lap, and he looked more dejected and embarrassed than she'd seen in a long time.
Haruhi chuckled, allowing a small smile to slip across her face.
“Well duh,” she started, smiling, “That's kind of the point. It's not for real. I would never tell you that I'm lucky that you found me in real life, either. Even if it was true.” She wanted to roll her eyes again. So Tamaki was just feeling bad because he was...enjoying it? (The whole purpose of the entire roleplay idea in the first place.) It was just like him to take something simple and turn it into something complicated.
In just seconds Tamaki was a Noble again, smirking mischievously and eying Haruhi non the nicely (apparently Renge forcing them to have dark pasts had had some sort of benefit after all.) Carefully, he began removing himself from on top of her, and then, voice cut and clipped, he muttered,
“Bend over my lap.” Haruhi's eyes widened. He couldn't be serious. She waited for him to burst into laughter. He didn't. He did however, make direct eye contact with her, and smile. The strangest tingling sensation wormed its way into Haruhi's gut.
“Come now, pretty, fair is fair. You want to hurt something of mine, I get to hurt something of yours.” Haruhi found herself slowly crawling across the length of the bed until she reached the end of it where Tamaki was sitting. He threw her another dashing smile, and said in the sweetest voice possible,
“We haven't got all night, now.” He was right. Tomorrow was another day, a day when this would all be behind her. Another day that she'd manage to live in her small home with her Father and sick mother. Tonight, she would earn that money for them. She would do what had to be done. Life involved sacrifices. Still, they were difficult ones to make.
Finally, she reached his lap, and was nearly grateful that she had to lay down. She'd never felt so throughly humiliated and weak in the knees at the same time. She buried her face into the silk sheets before she'd even thought about it. She clenched her eyes to hold back the tears.
“What a cute little skirt,” The Noble said, and she could practically feel the egotistical smirk behind it. He began playing with the hem of it, and Haruhi inadvertently tensed, fearful of his hand.
“Relax, pretty, it won't be all that bad...” his hand slid beneath her skirt, and he began stroking her ass with his palm, little goosebumps surfacing across her skin. He flipped her skirt up, revealing white panties. It was too ironic. Such a pure, virginal prostitute, dressed in all white. His hand left her skin and she braced herself for the blow.
“Come now,” he began, leaning down close, too close, nose brushing her hair. “I'll warn you first...” his hand came down across her bottom suddenly and powerfully, a loud smack resonating throughout the entire room. For the first time that night, Haruhi actually cried out. It hadn't hurt much, but her nerves were wrung taut, her eyes flickering around nervously.
“Ready now, beautiful?” He asked, and again, he didn't wait for an answer. He hit her again, with a resounding smack, and Haruhi found herself choking on a strangled moan that wasn't all together pained. Biting her cheek to hold back the tears of humiliation, she found herself thinking that she was probably better off as a prostitute anyway, with the sick sorts of things she was beginning to find arousing.
The flesh on her rear jiggled when his palm slapped it again, and she could feel a small coil of heat pooling in the pit of her stomach. She chewed on her lip and closed her eyes. God, she couldn't be turned on by this.
“You like it, huh?” Asked a smooth voice, and Haruhi vehemently shook her head. She didn't like it. She didn't like the sting of pain, she didn't like the way he caressed the hurt afterward, and she definitely didn't like the way every hit was unexpected and without rhythm.
Haruhi's breathing was becoming labored, short gasps of breath and a thundering heartbeat. He'd smacked her at least ten times-not that she was counting. Haruhi could feel Tamaki's erection brushing her stomach through the thin fabric of his pants; insistently nudging her belly. She'd begun to focus on it-the feeling of pressure against her stomach, the stinging smacks and soothing strokes that Tamaki alternately delivered to her backside.
Except the next time Tamaki's palm connected with Haruhi's skin, it was a little lower than usual, and it hit less of her bottom and more the much more sensitive skin between her legs.
Haruhi gasped. So they really were going to do it then, weren't they?
“It's not much of a punishment if you like it, is it darling?” Haruhi remained silent. Was she really supposed to answer? Everything the Noble asked her was beginning to seem more and more like trick questions.
Finely manicured fingers wound themselves around her waist and slowly began to move her.
“Being as you're new to the business, I suppose I'll be fine removing my own clothes.” He winked at her and began removing his pants with smooth and practiced movements. He folded them neatly before placing them on the ornately engraved end table beside his bed. Everything about this man screamed money, from the silken sheets to the imported furniture.
What on earth could a man like this want from such a girl as homely as herself? Tamaki wasn't bad looking, even if his eyes were an unusual color. Surely there were more experienced women that were more than willing to throw themselves at him-and probably for less money, too. Why her?
In the midst of her thoughts he'd slid out of his socks, shirt, and underwear, and for the first time in her life Haruhi witnessed a man's fully naked figure. She immediately looked away. It was...strange looking, to say the least. It was larger than she'd expected too-not that she knew much about the average size of one of those...things.
“Upsie-daisy,” the blond said, smiling, making an upward motion with his hands. She wasn't quite sure what he meant. He wanted her to stand?
He began moving closer, toward the bed, and Haruhi felt herself inadvertently backing up. He reached the bed after what seemed like hours, and sat down beside her, sighing. She had backed up the very corner of the bed.
“You are a strange little cricket, aren't you? So high-strung and yet you remain with such a bored expression.” Tamaki casually wrapped his arm around her shoulder, tugging her closer, as if he wasn't completely naked.
“Still, I find it sort of endearing. Very cute.” Haruhi turned to face him, hating him for his compliments and his condescending tone.
“I'm not a child to be coddled, I know what I'm here for,” she said, suddenly finding courage in her anger.
Tamaki smiled. “Of course.”
His hands tightened just above her hips and he easily lifted her up and around so that she was seated snugly in his lap, eye-to-eye. She could feel his erection even more presently now, bobbing in between her legs and insistently pressing through the cloth of her underwear as if begging for entrance. It was strange, but not altogether unpleasant. She wondered briefly when it would start to become unpleasant, because according to all the women she'd talked to who'd done it-it really would become unpleasant-painful even. She shuddered, eyes shut.
“First you needn't be coddled, now you tremble. Which is it?” He distractedly toyed with the strands of her hair. Haruhi didn't answer. She was feeling much too mixed up to answer much anything. She didn't really have any answers to give anyway.
Tamaki shifted and his cock brushed her, right there, and it send a chill right up her spine. She shuddered again, but this time for another reason. Very hesitantly, she placed her hands on his shoulders.
“Don't worry, they're not made out of silk,” Tamaki said slyly, chuckling, and she gave him a look. The sort of look that said, yes I get your joke, I just don't find it funny.
“You're so wet, Haruhi, I can feel it through your panties.” He shifted his pelvis again, brushing his cock against her clitoris.
“Ah...!” Something about the way he'd said her name sent chills up her spine. He'd said her name like it had actually meant something, like it was important-something cherished.
“At last, the fair maiden speaks!” The Noble said in mock excitement. Haruhi couldn't decide whether she hated him or whether-well, of course she hated him! As if the whole situation wasn't bad enough, Tamaki felt the need to constantly mock and belittle her. Haruhi was not amused. She just wanted this situation to be over already. Did he want her to get undressed? Is that what she was supposed to be doing?
“Over a bit,” the blond said, motioning to the right. A little more shuffling and maneuverering and Haruhi was sitting firmly on top of his thigh, damp underwear pressed against his skin. She couldn't help but move. The friction was electrifying. The second she pushed with her hips, she gasped, rough fabric and warm body heat sending sparking sensations to the tips of her toes. She'd never felt anything like it.
She moved again, grinding back and forth in the tiniest of increments, half-embarrassed and ashamed for voluntarily seeking out the pleasure. She pressed her forehead to his shoulder to hide her eyes, and immediately his hand appeared at the back of her head, stroking the nape of her neck and running fingers through her hair in soothing motions, urging her movement along. His other hand snaked behind her back to rest at her rear, slowly enclosing his fingers around the flesh there and squeezing.
Haruhi hesitated then, almost stopped to think, but then Tamaki's hand was pushing at her butt, attempting to rock her against his thigh-and her body seemed all to inclined to listen. Before she'd even realized it her body had created a rhythm, a slow, steady rocking back and forth, building up pressure. Haruhi could feel something inside her begin to wind and tighten, but she was far too caught up in the new pleasure that she couldn't even be bothered to consider it.
A hand sliding underneath her shirt brought her back to reality, and when her eyes snapped open she realized she was no longer wearing her skirt. Both of the Noble's hands were beneath her shirt now, and her head was beginning to hurt from the angle so she sat upright and felt terribly embarrassed when the Tamaki met her eyes.
She couldn't look someone straight in the face while she was sitting on their thigh wearing only underwear and a t-shirt and the said person's hands were fondlingher breasts. It just wasn't possible.
He pinched at her nipples, pulling and twisting a little too roughly, and then Haruhi moaned, really moaned.
“Nnn..ahhh...!”
She hadn't even known she was capable of making that kind of sound.
“Mmm, so beautiful, Haruhi. You make such delicious noises, you know?” He whispered in her ear, tugging at her nipples again, so that she would moan in tandem. She did. He twisted, pulled them, smiling as she arched her back. She was pushing every one of his buttons without even realizing it.
Wanting to move things along, one of his hands left her chest, journeying down past her navel to play with the hem of her underwear, teasing a finger inside of it. He let his fingers brush against the curls there, before pushing them further down to play with the toy he'd really come for. When he pressed his fingers against her against suddenly but firmly, Haruhi whimpered, small and needy.
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part 2
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Fandom: Host Club
Pairing: Tamaki/Haruhi
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: roleplay, spanking, plugs, first time
Summary: What's a young girl to do when she needs money--and fast? Why sell her body to a noble, of course. And what a particularly blond, handsome noble, at that.
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part 1
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Haruhi was more than a little nervous. Nervous was an understatement.
“My name is Tamaki,” the man said suavely, running his fingertips across her arm. She swallowed thickly. He was only touching her. This man was safe-well, he seemed safe at least. If he'd intended to harm her he'd have done so already, right?
“What's your name?” The man asked-Tamaki-from above her, violet eyes flickering. He smiled sweetly.
“H-Haruhi. My name is Haruhi,” she managed, voice cracking. It wasn't until afterwards that she realized that maybe she should have given him a false name; an alias. It was too late now. She tried to calm her mind, breathing in deeply. She could do this. Her Father needed the money, and just this once she could help out. He'd sacrificed plenty over the years for her and her mother, and just this once, she could sacrifice a part of herself, too.
“Haruhi, you're very pretty,” Tamaki mumbled softly, lips brushing the shell of her ear. The words sent chills down her spine. She shivered and Tamaki smiled.
“You-you don't have to give me compliments...” Haruhi hated liars, she really did.
“I know I don't have to,” He began, fingertips tickling her sides lightly through her shirt. “I want to.”
Haruhi threw her arm over her face to hide her embarrassment, eyes tightly screwed shut. She wasn't very well-versed when it came to personal interactions, especially personal interactions of the the sexual sort. One might even say she'd never before been with a man; that she still pure and virginal.
Haruhi resisted the urge to arch her back when Tamaki's fingers ghosted across her cotton clad-chest. He leaned forward, blond hair curtaining his face, and began to kiss her. It was startling at first-Haruhi hadn't seen him coming-hadn't known he was going to kiss her until his lips were pressing leisurely against hers. She attempted to mimic his movements, moving her lips hesitantly, praying to God that she was doing it right.
“I am your first,” the blond said casually, slowly pulling away. The way he'd said it-like it was a statement and not a question-it was terrifying. Did he want someone more experienced? Would he send her away? Her family needed the money, and she'd been lucky enough to catch this Noble's interest as it was.
“I have to admit, I'm quite honored,” He continued. She was both relieved and disappointed. He wasn't going to send her away, then. She closed her eyes again. Things were less embarrassing when you closed your eyes, somehow.
Haruhi could feel his hand traveling across the expanse of her stomach, slowly inching beneath her shirt. Her breathing hitched. No one had ever touched her like this before, neither so intimately, nor so tenderly. It was overwhelming. She told her hands to stop shaking, she really did, but they just wouldn't listen. She wanted to hold onto something, to clench at the sheets at least, but they were silk and she didn't want to make him angry by ruining them, so she settled for balling her hands into delicate fists instead.
The hand traveling toward her chest stilled, and she let out a breath of relief. There was a lump in her throat.
“What are you so afraid of, darling?” He asked, removing his hand from beneath her shirt. While this girl was clearly young and beautiful, Tamaki had only ever accepted bedmates who were clearly willing. At first, he'd chalked it up to theatrics. He did so enjoy a woman who was keen to playing along with his fantasies, after all. He's assumed she was just a spectacularly experienced actress of sorts, but with the way she was responding to him, Tamaki was beginning to have his doubts.
“I'll be gentle,” he assured her, smirking against her lips, but voice sickeningly sincere.
Why did the man have to be so sweet? She didn't want to like him. She didn't want this to be such a drawn out affair. She wanted a quick in-and-out, the breaking of her maidenhood, and the coins placed into her palm. Nothing more, nothing less.
“I-I don't know,” Haruhi forced herself to speak clearly. “Well, it's only like you said, sir,” at least her voice was returning to the calm, neutral tone she was used to, “that you're my f-first.”
A blush began creeping across her cheeks.
“You're so cute, you know!” Excitement came bubbling out of his voice, childish and startling. She opened her eyes to stare. She wasn't so sure hot to respond to such compliments, as she wasn't entirely used to them. She settled for a nervous smile instead.
“You're such a good actress, Haruhi! So, so, so, cute!” Haruhi frowned.
“Tamaki,” she managed through clenched teeth, clearly irritated, “We're supposed to be staying in character, remember?”
The blond cast her a pouty look. “But Haruhi, how can I stay in character when you're just the sweetest, cutest, best girl I've ever seen? It's so difficult to keep up this act, especially when you look so nervous!” Haruhi sighed.
“Tamaki, we talked about this. You're ruining the point of this being a roleplay. I'm not really scared, okay? I'm fine.”
Tamaki looked at her skeptically. She did seem perfectly normal, what with the same aggravated attitude and calm demeanor. But then, just a few minutes ago she'd looked stricken with apprehension, shaking with fear. On the other hand, they'd been going out for months-there wasn't any real reason for Haruhi to fear him. She really was a surprisingly good actress then.
Tamaki nodded sharply, and at once they were no longer themselves.
“Am I really your first?” He said again, this time asking her. “And here I thought you were merely following my lead...” a low chuckle resounded throughout the room and a teasing hand danced across her cheek. Haruhi's body tensed as Tamaki began to lower his own against her. She could feel the contours of his body pressing against her. Unsurprisingly, a particularly erect contour was pressing against her hip. She swallowed.
“You're lucky I found you then, beautiful,” he brushed a strand of hair from her face. “There are some other Nobles with rather...peculiar tastes.” His fingers slid across her white cotton shirt, to the ruffled sleeves. He tugged at them with no real intention of disrobing her.
“Aren't you lucky, I said. Aren't you lucky I found you?” It was obvious that the man was fishing for answer from her. Haruhi found her mouth suddenly dry; tongue heavy. She managed a jerky nod instead. Apparently that wasn't enough. Warm hands slid back down to toy with her breasts through her clothing. It wasn't anything too serious, just fingers gliding across cloth-covered flesh, but still, he was touching her.
“I said, aren't you lucky?” He punctuated the words with a sharp pinch to her nipples, the white cloth rubbing them roughly.
“Yes...!” She managed that time, gasping. “Yes..I'm lucky, lucky you found me.” Her heart was pumping blood too quickly, moving about erratically in her chest.
“That's a good girl...” The Noble chuckled again. Some maidens were too easy to tease and play with.
He was on top of her again, both predatory and sweet. He leaned down and began to kiss her neck, reveling in the way her breath hitched as his teeth grazed her artery. He opened his mouth further, biting lightly against the large vein, pressing his teeth against her skin teasingly. Her body tensed and the sensation seemed to have shot directly to his cock. He bit down harder, careful not to really hurt her, and felt his ego swell when she gasped.
“Won't really hurt you,” He mumbled against her skin, and Haruhi really wanted to believe him, but she was terrified. Her arms were useless at her sides, pinned and straddled by strong calves, and someone she didn't know was pressing his teeth against one of her major arteries. How could she believe a man she didn't even know?
While he might have thought taking it slow was doing her a favor, really, she was wishing the man would just hurry the hell up and get this over with. Honestly, she'd had no idea that sex could take so long. What little she'd even managed to hear about sex was that it was painful and all you had to do was close your eyes and think of England or something. She'd had no idea that it could involve so much talking and biting, and...whatever else this was.
With another lick at her neck he pulled back, hands at her breasts again, movements slow and teasing. He found her nipples easily, pinching with his forefinger and thumb, rolling the nubs between his fingers. He rubbed them with the pads of his thumbs, smiling in satisfaction when a muffled noise escaped her lips.
“Like it?” He asked, teasing, and without even thinking about what she was going to say, Haruhi had responded, with a roll of her eyes.
“Well, obviously.”
Tamaki chuckled, but managed for the most part managed to ignore her break in character, opting instead to slide his hands beneath her ruffled shirt. He unclipped the bra easily, allowing the material to slide across her breasts as he pulled it out from her shirt. Haruhi closed her eyes again. No one had ever seen her like this. She felt self-conscious suddenly, uselessly hoping that he wouldn't look at her body.
No such luck. He tugged her shirt above her chest in one swift movement, exposing small, perky breasts to the cool air. Almost immediately her nipples were hard; she shivered.
“Ah, so cute and little...!” Tamaki said, touching them softly. Haruhi resisted the urge to yell at him. They weren't that little.
He felt the flesh in his hands, pushing and pulling, just grazing the nipples. Haruhi finally gave into the raw pleasure and grabbed at the sheets, tightening her hand into a fist. Suddenly, the sensations stopped. Haruhi stilled her body- apprehensive about the lack of movement-and remained silent until her breathing returned to normal. Finally, unable to stand the tension any longer, she opened here eyes.
A cold violet gaze was on her.
“Are you trying to ruin my sheets?” He asked slowly, smirking. His eyes slowly traveled down her body until they reached her hands, silk still crushed between her nails and her palm.
A few moments passed before Haruhi was even able to process what Tamaki had said. When she did, her eyes widened and she immediately opened her hands, dropping the expensive material. Afraid again, she realized just how little she knew of this man, of just how little she knew about his temper and usual behavior. She certainly wasn't sure about how much he prided himself in good sheets, although she had suspected so earlier. She inwardly chastised herself for the mistake, and she would have apologized too, if she weren't so afraid.
“You do realize that the money I'm paying for this wouldn't even cover a fraction of how much those sheets cost me, don't you?” Haruhi wasn't sure how to respond, or even if he was even really looking for an answer. She settled for silence instead, willing herself to hold eye contact, lest she offend him even more.
“You have a peculiar habit of not answering my questions, don't you?” Again, Haruhi didn't answer, proving his point. Her jaw tightened.
“Tsk, tsk,” he said with a shake of his head, “You know what happens to bad little girls, right?” This time he didn't bother to wait for an answer.
“They get punished,” he finished for her. The words fell from his lips and hung in the air, the sexual context behind the words very present. Someone who had been sweet and almost comforting just minutes ago had suddenly become someone with a very short, very terrifying fuse.
“Oh Haruhi, I can't do this anymore!” Tamaki said suddenly, voice high and stressed.
“It's scary! I can't say these kinds of things to you! Especially when you look so afraid and small! Why do I have to do this? It's getting scary!” Haruhi rolled her eyes.
“I already told you, I'm fine. Why would I be afraid of you? I clearly have nothing to fear.” She motioned to his emotionally wrought state. Tamaki sniffled.
“You're sure you like this, right?” Tamaki asked. Haruhi suddenly felt bad. Had she been completely off-target when she'd thought up this scenario? She'd thought Tamaki would enjoy playing the dominant role for once. Usually it was Haruhi doing all the work, all the moving of things along. For once, she wanted Tamaki to be bigger person. She wanted Tamaki to be the emotionally stable person. She was sure he was capable of it, even if it was only acting.
“Tamaki, you aren't enjoying this?” She knew this was something Tamaki was capable of doing. Playing the smooth, suave playboy for girls was something he'd done at Ouran for four years. However, perhaps Haruhi had pegged him wrong in one aspect. Perhaps it wasn't something he actually enjoyed doing?
“It's not like that-I really like you Haruhi! It's just that...” his voiced trailed off.
“You're not into this? It's fine, we can do something else if you're not.” Haruhi wasn't going to force Tamaki to act in any way that he didn't like. Although quite honestly, it wasn't as if she'd written him exact dialogue. The words he'd said had all been his own.
“No, no! It's not that I don't like it, but, oh, Haruhi! I don't wanna upset you, not really!” Haruhi was about to give in when she finally processed the last part. 'Not really,' he'd said. So he did want to upset her, even if only hypothetically? What was that supposed to mean?
“So, you do want to upset me, you just don't want me to really become upset?” She asked for clarification. Tamaki seldom made sense.
“Yes, exactly-I mean-that's not what I meant!” Tamaki was shaking his head rapidly and making erratic hand motions. Haruhi waited for him to gather himself.
“I just-you really do like this, right?” Tamaki's face was slowly turning red, and Haruhi honestly couldn't figure out why. What was there to be embarrassed about? She nodded.
“Well, because, I do like it actually...I just-I don't want you to think I'm some kinda sadist-I'd never hurt you for real!” His eyes slid down to his lap, and he looked more dejected and embarrassed than she'd seen in a long time.
Haruhi chuckled, allowing a small smile to slip across her face.
“Well duh,” she started, smiling, “That's kind of the point. It's not for real. I would never tell you that I'm lucky that you found me in real life, either. Even if it was true.” She wanted to roll her eyes again. So Tamaki was just feeling bad because he was...enjoying it? (The whole purpose of the entire roleplay idea in the first place.) It was just like him to take something simple and turn it into something complicated.
In just seconds Tamaki was a Noble again, smirking mischievously and eying Haruhi non the nicely (apparently Renge forcing them to have dark pasts had had some sort of benefit after all.) Carefully, he began removing himself from on top of her, and then, voice cut and clipped, he muttered,
“Bend over my lap.” Haruhi's eyes widened. He couldn't be serious. She waited for him to burst into laughter. He didn't. He did however, make direct eye contact with her, and smile. The strangest tingling sensation wormed its way into Haruhi's gut.
“Come now, pretty, fair is fair. You want to hurt something of mine, I get to hurt something of yours.” Haruhi found herself slowly crawling across the length of the bed until she reached the end of it where Tamaki was sitting. He threw her another dashing smile, and said in the sweetest voice possible,
“We haven't got all night, now.” He was right. Tomorrow was another day, a day when this would all be behind her. Another day that she'd manage to live in her small home with her Father and sick mother. Tonight, she would earn that money for them. She would do what had to be done. Life involved sacrifices. Still, they were difficult ones to make.
Finally, she reached his lap, and was nearly grateful that she had to lay down. She'd never felt so throughly humiliated and weak in the knees at the same time. She buried her face into the silk sheets before she'd even thought about it. She clenched her eyes to hold back the tears.
“What a cute little skirt,” The Noble said, and she could practically feel the egotistical smirk behind it. He began playing with the hem of it, and Haruhi inadvertently tensed, fearful of his hand.
“Relax, pretty, it won't be all that bad...” his hand slid beneath her skirt, and he began stroking her ass with his palm, little goosebumps surfacing across her skin. He flipped her skirt up, revealing white panties. It was too ironic. Such a pure, virginal prostitute, dressed in all white. His hand left her skin and she braced herself for the blow.
“Come now,” he began, leaning down close, too close, nose brushing her hair. “I'll warn you first...” his hand came down across her bottom suddenly and powerfully, a loud smack resonating throughout the entire room. For the first time that night, Haruhi actually cried out. It hadn't hurt much, but her nerves were wrung taut, her eyes flickering around nervously.
“Ready now, beautiful?” He asked, and again, he didn't wait for an answer. He hit her again, with a resounding smack, and Haruhi found herself choking on a strangled moan that wasn't all together pained. Biting her cheek to hold back the tears of humiliation, she found herself thinking that she was probably better off as a prostitute anyway, with the sick sorts of things she was beginning to find arousing.
The flesh on her rear jiggled when his palm slapped it again, and she could feel a small coil of heat pooling in the pit of her stomach. She chewed on her lip and closed her eyes. God, she couldn't be turned on by this.
“You like it, huh?” Asked a smooth voice, and Haruhi vehemently shook her head. She didn't like it. She didn't like the sting of pain, she didn't like the way he caressed the hurt afterward, and she definitely didn't like the way every hit was unexpected and without rhythm.
Haruhi's breathing was becoming labored, short gasps of breath and a thundering heartbeat. He'd smacked her at least ten times-not that she was counting. Haruhi could feel Tamaki's erection brushing her stomach through the thin fabric of his pants; insistently nudging her belly. She'd begun to focus on it-the feeling of pressure against her stomach, the stinging smacks and soothing strokes that Tamaki alternately delivered to her backside.
Except the next time Tamaki's palm connected with Haruhi's skin, it was a little lower than usual, and it hit less of her bottom and more the much more sensitive skin between her legs.
Haruhi gasped. So they really were going to do it then, weren't they?
“It's not much of a punishment if you like it, is it darling?” Haruhi remained silent. Was she really supposed to answer? Everything the Noble asked her was beginning to seem more and more like trick questions.
Finely manicured fingers wound themselves around her waist and slowly began to move her.
“Being as you're new to the business, I suppose I'll be fine removing my own clothes.” He winked at her and began removing his pants with smooth and practiced movements. He folded them neatly before placing them on the ornately engraved end table beside his bed. Everything about this man screamed money, from the silken sheets to the imported furniture.
What on earth could a man like this want from such a girl as homely as herself? Tamaki wasn't bad looking, even if his eyes were an unusual color. Surely there were more experienced women that were more than willing to throw themselves at him-and probably for less money, too. Why her?
In the midst of her thoughts he'd slid out of his socks, shirt, and underwear, and for the first time in her life Haruhi witnessed a man's fully naked figure. She immediately looked away. It was...strange looking, to say the least. It was larger than she'd expected too-not that she knew much about the average size of one of those...things.
“Upsie-daisy,” the blond said, smiling, making an upward motion with his hands. She wasn't quite sure what he meant. He wanted her to stand?
He began moving closer, toward the bed, and Haruhi felt herself inadvertently backing up. He reached the bed after what seemed like hours, and sat down beside her, sighing. She had backed up the very corner of the bed.
“You are a strange little cricket, aren't you? So high-strung and yet you remain with such a bored expression.” Tamaki casually wrapped his arm around her shoulder, tugging her closer, as if he wasn't completely naked.
“Still, I find it sort of endearing. Very cute.” Haruhi turned to face him, hating him for his compliments and his condescending tone.
“I'm not a child to be coddled, I know what I'm here for,” she said, suddenly finding courage in her anger.
Tamaki smiled. “Of course.”
His hands tightened just above her hips and he easily lifted her up and around so that she was seated snugly in his lap, eye-to-eye. She could feel his erection even more presently now, bobbing in between her legs and insistently pressing through the cloth of her underwear as if begging for entrance. It was strange, but not altogether unpleasant. She wondered briefly when it would start to become unpleasant, because according to all the women she'd talked to who'd done it-it really would become unpleasant-painful even. She shuddered, eyes shut.
“First you needn't be coddled, now you tremble. Which is it?” He distractedly toyed with the strands of her hair. Haruhi didn't answer. She was feeling much too mixed up to answer much anything. She didn't really have any answers to give anyway.
Tamaki shifted and his cock brushed her, right there, and it send a chill right up her spine. She shuddered again, but this time for another reason. Very hesitantly, she placed her hands on his shoulders.
“Don't worry, they're not made out of silk,” Tamaki said slyly, chuckling, and she gave him a look. The sort of look that said, yes I get your joke, I just don't find it funny.
“You're so wet, Haruhi, I can feel it through your panties.” He shifted his pelvis again, brushing his cock against her clitoris.
“Ah...!” Something about the way he'd said her name sent chills up her spine. He'd said her name like it had actually meant something, like it was important-something cherished.
“At last, the fair maiden speaks!” The Noble said in mock excitement. Haruhi couldn't decide whether she hated him or whether-well, of course she hated him! As if the whole situation wasn't bad enough, Tamaki felt the need to constantly mock and belittle her. Haruhi was not amused. She just wanted this situation to be over already. Did he want her to get undressed? Is that what she was supposed to be doing?
“Over a bit,” the blond said, motioning to the right. A little more shuffling and maneuverering and Haruhi was sitting firmly on top of his thigh, damp underwear pressed against his skin. She couldn't help but move. The friction was electrifying. The second she pushed with her hips, she gasped, rough fabric and warm body heat sending sparking sensations to the tips of her toes. She'd never felt anything like it.
She moved again, grinding back and forth in the tiniest of increments, half-embarrassed and ashamed for voluntarily seeking out the pleasure. She pressed her forehead to his shoulder to hide her eyes, and immediately his hand appeared at the back of her head, stroking the nape of her neck and running fingers through her hair in soothing motions, urging her movement along. His other hand snaked behind her back to rest at her rear, slowly enclosing his fingers around the flesh there and squeezing.
Haruhi hesitated then, almost stopped to think, but then Tamaki's hand was pushing at her butt, attempting to rock her against his thigh-and her body seemed all to inclined to listen. Before she'd even realized it her body had created a rhythm, a slow, steady rocking back and forth, building up pressure. Haruhi could feel something inside her begin to wind and tighten, but she was far too caught up in the new pleasure that she couldn't even be bothered to consider it.
A hand sliding underneath her shirt brought her back to reality, and when her eyes snapped open she realized she was no longer wearing her skirt. Both of the Noble's hands were beneath her shirt now, and her head was beginning to hurt from the angle so she sat upright and felt terribly embarrassed when the Tamaki met her eyes.
She couldn't look someone straight in the face while she was sitting on their thigh wearing only underwear and a t-shirt and the said person's hands were fondlingher breasts. It just wasn't possible.
He pinched at her nipples, pulling and twisting a little too roughly, and then Haruhi moaned, really moaned.
“Nnn..ahhh...!”
She hadn't even known she was capable of making that kind of sound.
“Mmm, so beautiful, Haruhi. You make such delicious noises, you know?” He whispered in her ear, tugging at her nipples again, so that she would moan in tandem. She did. He twisted, pulled them, smiling as she arched her back. She was pushing every one of his buttons without even realizing it.
Wanting to move things along, one of his hands left her chest, journeying down past her navel to play with the hem of her underwear, teasing a finger inside of it. He let his fingers brush against the curls there, before pushing them further down to play with the toy he'd really come for. When he pressed his fingers against her against suddenly but firmly, Haruhi whimpered, small and needy.
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part 2
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