Hot Mess
Prologue: Get Better Soon
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Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! 598659865986
Warnings: Shameful doings on a bed that doesn't belong to either of the shameful beings. Okay, and maybe some OOC-ness on both parties.
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Summary: Only a selective few get to see just a little bit of the inside to Hayato and Haru's hot mess of a relationship.
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(A/N: LET ME FIND OUT THAT THERE IS HARDLY ANY SMUTTY 5986?! This is a travesty.)
It all started when they were left alone for a long period of time.
Hayato, Tsuna's Storm Guardian, and Haru, his self-proclaimed future wife, were currently in Tsuna's bedroom. The Decimo himself went to go pick up Lambo and I-Pin from elementary and took Kyoko with him. Takeshi and Ryohei wouldn't be at the Sawada residence until after their respectful practices. Bianchi was with Reborn doing who knows what and well, Chrome just wasn't coming today.
It's safe to say that Hayato and Haru weren't used to being alone together for too long. Even at 16 years old, they were still arguing and yelling at each other. Sometimes he would meet up with her as he would go to Namimori High and she, Midori High. Before class started, people would ask why Haru was in such a bad mood or why Hayato was sporting a red hand mark on his cheek.
Both were always in such a bad mood in the morning. They would argue about the silliest things. Like their clothes (even their uniform), what Tsuna needed, Takeshi's personality, Lambo's tendency to cry, why the other was so ugly, how the other was so stupid, or how...
"Of course I'm a good kisser! Great even!" Sneered Haru as she glared spitefully at the silver haired idiot. Hayato snorted and crossed his arms.
"I find that hard to believe." He growls with disdain and folds his arm. "No boy would ever get close enough to you." Haru gets on her knees to look down her nose at Hayato who sits on the floor.
"Jokes on you because I've kissed before I met Tsuna-san and the rest of you guys. I'll have you know that my senpai liked it too." There's a toothy grin on her face that irks Hayato to the core. He's even more annoyed at the fact that he can't say anything back to that because... She could be telling the truth for all he knew. And that is something even more irritating. "Let's not even talk about your lack of lip locking skills. Virgin lips." She taunts. "You may have girls swoon over you but it doesn't take a genius to know that you've never even imagined kissing anyone. You're too uptight for that."
The ire he has build up explodes. A dark, menacing glare covers his face. Haru doesn't cower down to him. "What the fuck did you just say?" Hayato's voice drips with venom as he begins to stand up. Haru does the same and they stand close to each other.
Face to face. Their bodies are so close, they can feel the heat radiate off the other. Hayato tries his best not to notice the faint smell of melon that lingers around Haru because dammit, he's angry as hell right now. And at her.
How dare she attack his pride and skills? She's the only woman he knows who will do so willingly. This crazy, stupid woman. Green eyes stare down at rebellious gray colored orbs. They're testing him, daring him to say something else to her. To move. "I said, what the fuck did you just say? You stupid fucking woman." He breathes down at her.
"I said," she pops her lips, "that you're too uptight for kissing." The corners of her mouth tug upwards, almost as if amused by his reaction. She's probing him, he knows this. "Probably shoved a stick so far up your butt hole that only Tsuna-san can take it out, hm?" She says devilishly.
He snaps.
In one fell swoop, Hayato brings his hands to her face and fiercely presses his lips against her own. He's surprised to find that they're soft. Like, feather soft. Haru's lips are plump and juicy and...
Is that melon too? He wonders faintly, keeping his grip on her shoulders tight and his pressure on her lips even tighter. They stay like that for a minute or two and needless to say, neither of them move. The anger he had from earlier quickly evaporates the longer his lips stay on Haru's.
He's actually feeling a little embarrassed right now and foolish because this is his first kiss and it went to Haru. As he looks at her, he notices that her eyes haven't even closed yet and she still looks shocked that he even touched lips with her. This is a kiss? He thinks before letting go slowly. It's kind of...
"Lame." Haru finishes his thoughts out loud. A blush covers his cheeks and the hands that he had placed on her face are now on Haru's shoulders. "That is so lame Gokudera-san." Haru insults him further as she shakes her head with a sigh.
"Sh-Shut up!" He stutters. Stutters. Hayato is beyond mortified that this is how is first kiss is suddenly going. It doesn't help that Haru, of all the fucking people in the world, is the one explaining to him what he did wrong. His ears can't take much more of, "There was literally nothing in that kiss.", "My first was way better." or even the "I can't believe how lame you are at kissing."
Haru notices the lack of verbal assault she would usually be receiving from the Storm Guardian by now. She inspects him quickly, giving him a glance over and is more than amused to see how apple red his cheeks can get. He's not even looking at her right now. He can't look at me. She notes. "Gokudera-san... Is... Am I your first kiss?" She asks, suddenly gentle with him.
Hayato hates that too. It makes him feel inferior to this crazy, stupid woman. He feels like a little boy when she's caring like that. Without answering, he looks down at the her. "Is it lame?" He says mostly to himself but Haru hears it. Sighing, she brings her hand over his and places them on her small waist.
"You have to do it like this." She whispers and leans into his chest. Tiptoeing, Haru cranes her head back so she can properly place her lips over Hayato's. Her hands crawl over his forearms, up his shoulders, to his neck before digging her nails into his hair and ruffling the silver strands softly. Haru leans back and shoots a small smile at the boy. "Like that." She says and presses another light kiss. She gives him many little pecks on his lips and cheeks and chin and nose and back to his lips.
She has no idea what she's doing to him.
Hayato growls deep in his throat with pleasure as Haru gives him a longer peck before traveling to the corner of his lips. His cheeks, less red, are more pink and desire swirls in the pit of his stomach. A feeling he's never known is making itself present and he, strangely enough, doesn't quite hate it. Haru is kissing him so good and so well.
He loves how soft and careful she is with him. The feel of her lips lightly touching against his skin makes his spine shiver with pleasure. So this is how kissing really is...? Green eyes flutter close with bliss at the thought. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he let's Haru sink into him. Returning her feather-like touches comes as easily to him as breathing. Haru makes it easy for him to follow her lead and soon, lost in each other so much, they find themselves on Tsuna's bed.
Their legs dangle off the edge of the Decimo's mattress as Hayato continues to have Haru in his arms. She is splayed on top of the younger boy's body as he tries to take in more of Haru. There's a certain kind of want in him, the wanting to have more. Though the feel of her lips is amazing, he wants more. More. It's like his body is whispering this to him.
Nervously, Hayato licks the bottom of Haru's lips. She gasps and he uses that opportunity to try to sneak in. His tongue nearly grazes the roof of her mouth before the girl in his arms struggles to let go.
"Gokudera-san! Stop." Wiggling away, the silver haired boy releases her and looks on with confusion.
Why did she stop? Does she not like it? One look at Haru's flushed face tells him that yes, yes she did like it. And so why? Green orbs narrow a bit as Haru stumbles a bit to stand up. She straightens her school uniform, trying to make all the wrinkles disappear. Her actions are a bit rough while doing so.
"A-Anyways... That's how you kiss." Says Haru without looking at him. Turning away, she grabs her school bag and tosses it over her shoulder. She doesn't like the way her heart is beating a mile a minute. It's so loud in her ears that she's surprised Hayato can't hear it. I need to get away. A blush covers her face as she thinks this. So lost in kissing the Storm Guardian, if it went any further, she was afraid her heart would jump out and that she'd die.
The idea is laughable, she knows. But it was how she felt when his tongue almost touched her own. Her heart has never raced like that before. It was like she couldn't breathe. She was almost scared for him to continue. And he's a beginner, ugh! Scowling at herself, Haru tries to quickly run away.
"Haru." Hayato's voice is deep as he calls her name. She shivers at his tone, so low and sensual. Her cheeks turn redder.
He's never called me like that either. Tensing just a bit, Haru turns around and see's Hayato still on Tsuna's bed, his arms open. Her body twitches at his inviting stance. He isn't saying anything, but everything he wants to say is being told through his eyes. They're saying that he wants her. A hot rush fills Haru's body and she trembles. The school bag that she had drops onto the floor and like a spell, she walks over to the younger teen.
Her foot steps take her until she's standing right before him, as close as can be. Large hands find themselves wrapping around smaller, softer palms. A troubled look crosses Haru's usual friendly face. She can hear her heart thudding again. "I need to go home now." Her voice cracks at this.
"One more, please?" His tone is scratchy and desperate. "Just one more."
Knowing she shouldn't, Haru relents anyways and leans down to press her lips against his one more time. Large hands are at her waist and she is suddenly flipped until she's laying on the mattress with Hayato hovering above her. He nibbles on her lower lip causing Haru to gasp. Soon, something soft, warm, wet and foreign enters her cavern and pursues her relentlessly.
She nearly moans in the kiss. The sensation Hayato is giving Haru makes her toes curl and her hands scratch and her heart thump. This kiss he's giving her is long, languid, and oh so good. She's finding it hard to believe that he couldn't kiss more than five minutes ago.
The student has become the teacher.
The Italian mafioso is kissing the girl beneath him with everything he has. Haru's mouth is unbelievably good and the way she pants when she needs air gives him a masculine thrill. His hands roam in places he deems most appropriate. Her arms, her waists, her face, hands, legs. Anything he can touch, he wants to touch it. Haru's skin is soft and she smells good.
The feeling from earlier, of wanting more, stirs in his gut again. Groaning, Hayato begins to pepper Haru's neck with light pecks.
"Ah!" Her body shakes at one particular spot. Hayato immediately stops and looks down at her with worry.
"S-Sorry." He pants. It's only now that he realizes how out of breath he is. "Did I hurt you?" He wonders with curiosity. She shakes her head. Green eyes rove over face and body. They take in her dazed look, her lack of breath, the way her chest heaves, and her swollen lips. There's a sharp intake of breath from Hayato. He's known that Haru was a somewhat attractive girl, but the looks she's giving was something he's never seen before. She's literally glowing underneath him.
"G-Gokudera-saaann..." Her voice is torn between a moan and a whimper. All of her thought process has flown out the window. The only thing she knows she wants is to kiss the boy above her again. Haru moves her hands to grasp the front collar of Hayato's white dress shirt and leans up. "Kiss me." She whispers at the corner of his lips. "Gokudera-san... Kiss me."
Her heart thuds as the boy nods. Lowering his body against Haru's, she relishes in the touch of his hands. The feel of his lips and tongue force a moan out of her. Her hands find way into his hair again and she twists and pulls it closer to her. More. She thinks. Her body wants more. More more more more. Something falls in between her legs. Her legs clamp shut around it.
It's Hayato's knee which he nervously placed near Haru's most sacred area. He can feel the tremble of her legs around his own. Butterflies flutter at the thought of it. He deepens the kiss before his hands touch the smoothness of Haru's thigh.
"TADAIMA!" Tsuna's voice shouts from down stairs. Hayato and Haru's eyes shoot open, their lips still locked. Their movements cease. Foot steps begin to run up the stairs. The two, who were doing shameless things on Tsuna's bed not too long ago, pull apart viciously and try to right themselves. Both teenagers can hear the doorknob twist and pull open before looking up.
"BAKADERA!" Shouts a little voice, much to the annoyance of one Hayato Gokudera. An eight year old Lambo bursts into Tsuna's room with a glare. "Tsuna-nii says you were left alone with Haru! You didn't do anything bad to her, did you!?" His question, though not unexpected, makes the two shake their head.
"No, I/He didn't do anything to her/me." They answer at the same time, their cheeks turning a bit pink. Suddenly awkward between the two, Haru fixes her skirt and takes out her pony tail so that black her hair can cover anything that wasn't meant to be seen by children's eyes. She clears her throat before going to pick up her school bag. "I, umm... I have to go home anyways. So..." Giggling, she begins to walk out the door.
Lambo grabs her wrist before leaving. "Wait, what about my good-bye kiss?" He whines while pouting cutely. Hayato raises a brow at this and pretends to look away. Haru blushes at the thought of her and Lambo's tradition before she leaves. Hesitant, she covers her mouth with her hand.
"Hahi..." Haru tries not to notice the way Hayato keeps glancing her way. You have got to be kidding me. "Umm..."
"Hey guys, I'm back." Tsuna says as he enters his room. "Kyoko-chan and I-Pin are downstairs, are you going to join them Haru?" He asks. Before she can answer, Tsuna takes a second look at her face and frowns. "Are you sick? You don't look so well." He places a hand on her forehead and his to check their temperature. "You're burning up a little too." He murmurs.
She lightly slaps Tsuna's hand away from her and steps back. "That's right, I'm sick." She tells him. There's a snort somewhere in the background. It's promptly ignored. "So..." Turning to Lambo, she smiles shyly. "I can't give you a good bye kiss, maybe next time? Is that okay?" She pinches the little boys cheek lightly.
Lambo whimpers but nods his head. "Promise!" He demands.
"Haru promises." With that said, Haru dashes out of the room without a second to spare. Tsuna shakes his head.
"I hope she gets better soon, right?" He asks his right hand man. Hayato just shoots the Decimo a smile.
"Yeah, very soon Tenth."
(A/N: These two are so hot-headed. I had to help us out. So I made a few things. Stay tuned to them getting it... Well, you know.)
