Sedah

DISCLAIMER: Smut

SEDAH

Haru leads me through the hallway of his apartment, loosely linking his fingers through mine whilst I trail behind. I eye his cream coloured walls and the art dotted along them every so often. Some pieces look professional, sketched out in thin pencil lines with no obvious colouring. But two in particular catch my attention, one is a messy blue-themed painting with tiny fingerprints splattered all over it, the other is some sort of daddy-son day out drawing.

Haru is a father. He has a kid.

I hadn't pegged him for a dad initially, he'd seemed far too blasé for such an important role. After all, I met the guy in a strip club and he'd been sky high, not to mention parents tend not to have one night stands.

Nevertheless, none of that changes the fact it's obviously true. The juvenile drawings, scattered toys and 'Mr Charles' can account for it all.

I find myself thinking about how that one, short message recorded inside the teddy's voice box shows Haru's overwhelming love for his son: 'you're my world, buddy.'

"This is me." He lazily smiles over his shoulder, pushing a white door open and flicking on a light switch. It's a basic room, filled only with necessities, apparently. His double bed has grey sheets on it and three pillows— an odd number, I think— and either side is barricaded by a bedside table with a lamp on top. There's a floor length mirror pushed into a free corner and his clothes are all hung up on a portable rack next to a huge window wall. It's basic, but sleek and modern.

I notice a door that I'm certain leads to an ensuite bathroom on the left, but I don't want to pry. Not so obviously, anyway.

I scoff, "Did you just move in?"

"'M a minimalist." He mumbles, closing the door and softly smiling at me.

"You're living room is covered in toys." I deadpan.

"My son, funnily enough, is not a minimalist."

I nearly smile, instead opting for his body heat and warmth as I loop my arms around his neck. A hum vibrates from the back of my throat when his large hands pull me even closer to him. His lips latch onto my collarbone.

"How do you like it, sweetheart?" He asks me, smooth voice muffled by his mouth pressing against my skin. I know he's listening intently for my reply, but I can also tell a portion of his attention is focused on kissing my neck, "Rough, or soft? Praise or..?"

The question catches me off guard, honestly. I've never been asked so directly before, and I have a feeling Haru is all too eager to please. It excites me.

"... I like it rough, and I— like a mix of praise and degradation." I swallow my inhibitions, this is a one night stand for fuck sake. If I hold back, it'll only end up in disappointment.

"And when you touch yourself," he nips the skin below my ear, forcing a shiver through my body, one that's so obvious I can feel his smirk against the crook of my neck, "do you just focus on your clit? Or do you fuck yourself with your fingers?"

"I focus on my clit." I nod to myself, trying so hard not to crumble, "Why?"

"So I can figure out what feels best for you. I want your thighs tremblin', love. I want you to feel so weak by the time we're done, that you have no choice but to sleep in my bed."

Oh, fuck. I'm quickly beginning to realise that Haru Thatcher is the best kind of man for a one night stand: a giver. I've hit the damn jackpot and suddenly the ache to have him in between my legs is a lot more noticeable. The dim, overhead light he's switched on streams its rays onto the left side of his smooth, pretty face. His Korean features are so gentle and soft, a far cry from mine. I'm all harsh and sharp in the face, there's no warmth to my appearance.

"I wasn't planning on staying over." I grin into our fervid kiss on the lips, he begins to back me towards the edge of the bed, "Do I not get a say in the matter?"

"You're free to leave whenever you'd like, darling. But just know, if you can't walk I'm not carrying you home. You can sleep right—" we fall backwards onto the mattress, "here."

"Yeah?" I smile, pecking his sweet lips again. His black, tousled hair falls over his forehead and I can't help but admire how pretty he is. I like pretty guys, always have done. But Haru is the kind of pretty that is almost heart shattering. I have a strange inkling that he's a tremendously broken man, too. Not even his twinkling, dark eyes can disguise that truth.

"Yeah." He confirms, distracted, "You're too clothed, sweetheart."

He leans backwards, giving me space to exhale as I lay on the bed and he positions his knees on either side of my thighs, gazing down at me. His index finger traces the belt on my coat, eyes flickering up to me in a silent plea.

"Go ahead." I approve, coursing with need.

Haru fumbles with the knot, untying it and parting my coat so he can look at what I'm wearing— or lack thereof.

"You're naked." He exhales, his thumb rubbing at the base of his throat as though he's fighting off an internal struggle, "You're fucking perfect."

I stripped off my undergarments back at Lady Ophelia's, now only wearing stockings and my heels aside from the coat. It seems my surprise hasn't gone unappreciated.

His eyes linger on a yellow-tinted bruise on my ribcage, fingers fluttering over it. Haru doesn't ask questions, this is a one night stand after all, but I can tell he's curious.

"You ought to join me, love." I chuckle, averting his attention. A fuzzy feeling bubbles up in my stomach at the praise. I've been getting compliments all night from people I'll probably never see again, I tend not to get flustered over such trivial comments. But the way Haru's analysing every part of my body, not just with lust but with genuine admiration, makes me nervous.

"Mm, I will do. One moment." Before taking off any clothes, Haru leans back down and begins playing with my breasts, rolling a nipple between his teeth and biting down, soothing the pain quickly with a flattened tongue. It feels so good, a teasing sort of stimulation purely designed to make me wet and nothing more. He knows what he's doing; I'm almost jealous of every woman he's done this to in the past.

"Haru." His mouth pops off my tit, a dark purple hickey just underneath my nipple.

"Mhm?" He runs a hand through his fluffy hair, letting his beige shirt fall off his shoulders before tugging the t-shirt over his head, too. It drops onto the floor somewhere, but I'm not focusing on anything other than the slim, slightly toned body in front of me. His torso grows narrower as my eyes shamelessly trail down his flat front and plant on the distinct V-shape leading into his trousers.

"Take them off." I plead, "Please."

"I'd much rather take my time, sweetheart. And focus on you first. If you see my cock, you'll want it inside you straight away." He's speaking like he's known me for a lot longer than just one night, his attentiveness and attention to detail is thrilling. Haru's lips ghost the shell of my ear, our bare fronts pressing together and the feeling of his smooth abdomen turns me on even more, "And I intend to make you beg before I give you my cock, understand?"

"By doing what?" I wonder, quickly discarding the coat and managing to kick my heels off without moving him.

"You'll find that cumming from my thumb on your clit will feel pretty good." He kisses my breasts, "But then you'll want my tongue, which I will give you. Though, then you'll be moaning for my fingers... And what happens after that?"

"Your dick. You'll fuck me." I state, as though it's a fact, a sure thing. I hope it is.

"Will I?" Haru smirks, "Will I, pretty thing?"

"Haru." I whimper, somehow melting and stiffening at the same time when his thumb presses against my clit and begins to gently circle, "Please don't deny me that."

"But if I give you my cock, you'll want it again. And again. And again." He teases, so cocky and rightfully so because when his index finger spreads some of my wetness onto my clit I feel my first orgasm building up. For now, things are slow. But so damn intense.

"I—I won't. I promise, I..."

"You will, darling." Haru promises, pressing a little harder and moving slightly quicker, "Because I'll make sure of it. I want you to leave this apartment and never forget how good this cock made you feel."

My God, he's speaking so fluidly I almost think his words are scripted. Haru's just letting whatever enters his mind flow out through his mouth. I can't complain.

This one night stand is going to leave a lasting impression on me, I realise, as my orgasm washes over me. I feel hot and tense, pleasure blooming from my lower abdomen and pulling out loud noises from my mouth.

"Haru, fuck, I..! I'm—"

"That's right, sweetheart. There's the first one. But now you want more, don't you?"

I nod so quickly that I can't believe how much of a submissive whore I'm being for this man. Haru helps me come down from the high, paying attention to my breasts again before planting kisses down my abdomen. Then along my hip bones. And I'm gone and I'm writhing and I'm getting uncontrollably louder.

"Oh, fuck!" I moan. He latches his mouth onto my clit, and suckles. His tongue laps against me, tasting me in flat, long strokes that don't falter in pace.

He groans himself, "S'good."

"You're mouth, my God..." My voice trails off. When my hips try to buck away from the oncoming feeling of climax, Haru's arm snakes around my waist and holds me down.

"Don't fuckin' move, you're going to lay there and take my tongue, perfect little slut." The man mumbles, sliding his tongue back into me and fucking me with it.

"Haru! Stop, I'm going to... I'm going to cum!"

"Cum then, darling. Let me taste what I do to you."

It's as though our bodies are wired together and I'm under his merciless command. I come undone and feel humiliation seeping into my system when he laps up my cum and hums.

Since when did I become so easy to stimulate?

I quickly realise that the answer to that question is never and I'm not, nothing has changed. Haru's just too damn good at this.

"Oh, shit..." My chest heaves, "Please, I want—!"

"More?" Haru smirks, planting a trail of kisses up and down the inside of my thighs.

"Yes. More." He reads me like a damn book: thumb, tongue, fingers, then cock.

"You need a minute to come down, sweetheart." Haru eases, running his slightly calloused hands up and down my large thighs, he seems enamoured by the flesh there as he grips it.

"I don't." I lock my legs around his neck, pulling him closer to where I want him, "Please, I need you here."

Haru lowly chuckles, a deep edge to his raspy voice. I don't think his voice is that way from an excessive smoking of cigarettes, I hadn't noticed that he even owned a lighter back at the club and his apartment holds no traces of smoke from what I can tell. I suppose the weed and whatever other drugs he dabbles in are responsible for it. Either way, I like it.

"You needy little whore. I knew you'd be like this, didn't I say it? Aren't you a little bit embarrassed?"

"I am, but... I just don't care. How can I care, when it feels so good?"

"Drunk on me already." Haru says more to himself than anyone else, "Okay, darling, I'll give you what you want."

"Thank you, thank you." I babble.

My breathing audibly hitches in my throat when his middle finger shallowly dips into me and then out again, smearing cum all over my sensitive clit, "Haru, please don't tease me."

"I'll do what I want." He dismisses my pleas, repeating the action a few times before sliding the finger entirely into me and thrusting, "That feels good, hm?"

"Faster, I need you to do it faster." I moan, clutching the bedsheets when he obliges.

Haru shifts up my body, finger fucking in and out of me at a leisurely, constant pace. He keeps doing exactly what he has been, but begins peppering my face with kisses and the corners of my mouth, too. There's something scarily intimidate about it— but it's amazing.

I try to ride his fingers, aching for something more aggressive and rough. He doesn't take fondly to my eagerness.

Haru lightly slaps my clit, "Ah!"

"You like that?" I can hear the smirk in his voice again, it returns only when he discovers I like something, "Only a filthy slut would be into that sort of thing, y'know?"

Haru's body presses against my own. He mouths at my neck, pressing hot, wet, open-mouth kisses to the pale skin there, "Are you a filthy slut?"

His breath tickles me.

"I am, I am I am..." My mouth seems to have misplaced its filter, "I'm your slut. I want you to absolutely ruin me, please, please."

"You're so pretty when you beg like that, what a good girl." Haru kisses my jaw, the finger in between my legs picking up pace, "So I'll give you what I know you want. If you cum on my fingers, I'll be happy. Then I'll let you milk my cock all night if that's what you want."

He slides a second finger into me before I can reply with a sure 'yes' and begins curling both digits up into the most sensitive part of me.

The noises I'm hearing can't be coming from me, can they? How humiliating. I'm so completely gone that my cum and wetness has dripped down onto the underside of my arse cheeks.

I clench around his fingers when I feel a familiar feeling building up and up in my core.

"You're close." Haru observes, biting down on my shoulder.

"Pl— Haru! You're so good, so, so good. Oh my God." The feeling gets bigger and bigger, towering like a huge wave. Eventually, the wave hits its peak and falls when it reaches the beach, crashing down onto the sand. Ecstasy rushes through my body. I'll turn into liquid by the time this man is done with me.

"Fuck! Yes, daddy, yes, yes..!" In the midst of my screams, alarm bells start ringing.

It slips out by accident and I'm humiliated. I should throw my head into my hands and curl up into a ball. What must he think of me? If I hadn't been so focused on his fingers' movements I would've never said it.

"Daddy?" Haru licks my neck, "You mean to do that, darling?"

"No, it just sort of— slipped out." I struggle to say.

"Even better." I have trouble holding back a moan when he pulls his fingers out of me and licks them clean. He seems to enjoy the taste of my cum, a blissed out expression to his pretty face.

"E-Even better?" I stumble.

"Yeah," Haru chastely kisses my lips, leaning back onto his heels and staring down at me with a sly smirk, "I find it attractive that you can't control yourself when you're surrounded by me, and only me."

"So, you don't mind?" I ask. For such a usually confident woman, Haru's making me question just about everything I do and say.

"Mind?" He frowns. A hand moves to his crotch and grips the bulge there, "Does this answer your question? I'm so hard it hurts, sweetheart."

He does look rather uncomfortable, and after what he's just done for me I'll gladly do anything and everything it takes to please him. Haru's face is a picture, cheeks flushed a rosy pink and jaw slightly slackened. I need his cock and I have a feeling his cock needs me, practically begging to be touched underneath his boxers and trousers. The visible boner tells me all I need to know.

"C'mere, love." Haru gently tugs me off the bed and leads me over to the window wall, my legs begin to shake. He positions me in front of him, pressing my back to his chest as support and forcing me to look out across a blanket of darkness shrouding the city of London in a bleak veil. Neighbouring buildings and billboards advertising perfumes or sporty clothing illuminate what would otherwise be a sable night. The man's hands trail up and down my sides, mild and benign in touch until I sigh and roll my head back against his chest.

Suddenly, Haru's grip on me tightens and he pushes me against the glass. My breasts press into the coolness of it, hardening my nipples as my hands automatically splay out on its surface. A small whimper escapes my mouth when his thigh moves in between my legs, effectively trapping me in this lewd, exposed position. I'm entirely naked, safe for the stockings, whilst Haru still has his beige trousers on, hanging low on his hips.

I feel his hot breath against the nape of my neck, "Can you see the people walking around the streets, on the pavement?"

"I can." I shudder, gaze shifting from person to person. It's prime time for Londoners to be out and about, getting drunk and partying. No one seems to care that it's a Sunday.

"What do you think they'd do if they looked up and saw me fucking you against this window, hm?" Haru teasingly wonders, feeling in between my legs and humming in satisfaction. I'm fucking dripping, he's seriously reduced me into a whimpering, moaning mess.

"... They'd probably want to watch." I almost smirk to myself. Who wouldn't? Either that, or they'll pretend they haven't seen anything and walk away. With my mind reeling off on a tangent, an idea springs to mind, "Are you clean?"

"Huh?"

"You don't have any— diseases, or anything, right?"

I hear a faint chuckle, "Squeaky clean, Sedah. I haven't done this in a long time."

"Then don't use a condom."

"What?"

I manage to look over my shoulder at him, and as soon as our gazes meet I'm even more sure that this was what I want, "I don't want anything between us, Haru."

"Is that so..?" He softly smiles to himself, "Are you on birth control?"

"Yeah." I gulp as Haru's fingers trace the length of my spine. His cock's outline presses into my arse and I'm beginning to get frustrated.

"Okay then," he kisses my shoulder, "if that's what the lady wants."