Yaba Daba Doo!
don't you just miss the flinstones sometimes? I do.
Lol, sorry kids for the kinda slow releases (those that watch for my updates).
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Alrighty, but to be honest: this chapter isn't near as lemony as the first chapter. But when writing this, the direction I went felt right (so I went with it). Sue me. haha
[I do not own any KHR characters]
I do own the OC Petra.
Hope you like
.Captain.
In her room at Mukuro's estate in Italy, Petra finds herself masturbating to Hayato's fantasies once more. She can't help it—the explosive man has completely captured her—and he doesn't even know it. Thoughts of Tsuna don't even occur to her anymore, only the right-hand man. She just wants Hayato.
Pat, pat, pat
"Mm mm Hayato…"
She smashes the dildo in harder, imagining it's him doing all those dirty things he wanted to do to her. She knows that this attraction is mutual. They are exactly the same in their loyalty, except Petra will look out for herself too. They both will do anything for their bosses, but Petra will also go after her best interests too. And her best interest is Gokudera; she's thinking it's time to pay him a visit.
'Petra, please come to my room.' It seems Mukuro wants her to go visit Tsuna.
"Hahh fuck…" She pulls her toy out and runs her clean hand through her hair before responding, "Give me two minutes." Her orgasm will have to wait; Mukuro will only keep bothering her until she listens to him.
Inside the largest room of the estate sat the man of six paths. The only light inside the room was what few rays the sun could force through the giant bay window that faced south; the sun couldn't push too many of its happy rays inside. Laying on a perfectly sized couch for his height, Mukuro was enjoying his Fuji apple immensely. He loved how soft and juicy they were under skin, and the sweet nectar that gushes on your mouth from each bite you take. Mukuro couldn't get enough of them; they tasted like his wonderful Chrome.
[Click]
Sitting on his favorite imperial-style chaise, Mukuro watches Petra enter quietly. He always found her obsession with wearing black amusing. Today it was those silly black boots that she's obsesses on with a pair of cut off jean shorts and a vintage, slashed concert tee. Admiring the shorts, he couldn't help but wish that Chrome would wear a pair of shorts that were cut a little too short, letting that beautiful transition zone of where a woman's ass becomes her legs is. But then again, his petite and cute little chrome couldn't wear a pair of these shorts like Petra can with that curvy body of hers. It was a crime to the world that her body was easily comparable to an hourglass—a terrible sin. She slowly forward in Mukuro's direction, and he took a second more to ponder on the history of her shirt: 'Where could have she possibly gotten a concert tee of the clash? How could she even know them?' Mukuro and his many trips through the cycle had left him meeting this allusive 'Clash' band that broke up in 1984. He even possessed the same shirt as the one she is wearing. The only difference is how much hers is aged. The once black fabric has faded to a charcoal gray and the print on top is easily withering away, but the biggest travesty was all the knife slashes that were intentionally put in it. She even had some safety pins holding it together in some places. The shirt was fashioned in a way so fitting for its era. 'How she even develops these interests of hers is amusing.'
Mukuro could easily spend a day trying to pick Petra apart, but he sees no point. Petra may not be one of his toys—he can't control her like the rest—but she has shown that she is completely loyal. He only needs that loyalty; that loyalty will help him rid the whole world of that disgusting creature formally known as "the mafia." And Petra really would do anything he asked, not because she owed him anything, but because her life was never too satisfying until he came about and showed her what she was capable of. Call it a random act of kindness that has worked in his favor and will work in his favor.
"Mukuro, you need me to go see Tsuna?"
"Kufufu, yes I do." That Petra, always seeing the next step.
"You don't mind if I go after Hayato Gokudera?"
When Petra came back to the house after her last dizzy dance with the Vongola's tenth boss, she immediately let Mukuro see that she wanted Gokudera. Never once had she expressed desire for something before joining his little group of vigilantes. He couldn't help but chuckle at her desire, it was so devious—it was perfect for his plan.
"Fufufu, I see no reason to stop you." Petra could easily why he wouldn't.
But she didn't care, "Then I will do what I want."
Seeing that there was nothing else for them to talk about, Petra took it as her time to leave. While she walked, Mukuro let out a slight chuckle after crunching into the apple once more. From what she could hear in his thoughts, it seems as if Chrome will be returning home tonight. As she grabbed the door, thoughts of Mukuro tying up his precious little Chrome and spanking her were shooting out of his mind at an unfathomable speed. Petra wasn't too crazy about Chrome herself, so she tried to get out of the range of his thoughts quickly. She didn't want to have any more dreams about that feeble girl. She only wanted her Hayato.
It was always a long trip to the Vongola HQ from Mukuro's location, but it was really the fact she took a very scenic route through the mountains to get there. She didn't want people who were following her getting an exact location of where she was coming from or going. Secrecy is very important to her.
Being such a beautiful day outside, she whizzed down the road full speed. Her dark purple hair that wasn't held by her helmet was flying wildly and her hazel eyes were reflecting the orange tones in them more than usual. But her eyes changing color isn't anything too surprising; since she was young, her eyes have always changed based on her emotions from orange, brown, and green. Her eyes are her favorite quality. If she had to choose between them and her ability to hear thoughts, she would choose her eyes every time.
Although the ride always takes longer on the scenic route she prefers, it didn't take her very long today considering she was in 4th gear the whole way and didn't stop for any kind of traffic. Petra didn't want to waste precious time on such insignificant things like 'traffic.' Let's face it; this girl is damn near obsessed with Hayato at this point, a few innocent bystanders hurt for the his sake don't matter. When she got back from her escapade with Tsuna, she devoted a good week to finding anything and everything about this enigma of a right-hand man. She learned everything about him; she can tell you about his mother Lavina and tell you what company he orders the C-4 for his special explosives. She can't help but feel so engrossed by him. It was that one thought, that one small thought that he said to himself while making himself feel good outside the door. She wants Hayato only for herself—she'd do anything for it.
Now pulling up to the mansion in what seems like forever, Petra couldn't help but feel some certain strangeness about it all. She had never seen the mansion during the day; it looked so different. At night it had this immoral and clandestine aura about it, but in the sun this place was like a haven of the gods. Petra smirked to the lie that was the daytime Vongola HQ. 'I wonder if anyone sees the distorted cloak this place wears too?' She decided to not think about it too much more, fixing her hair that she straightened flat and checking her make-up again. "Time for a cigarette."
Lipping the butt of a Dunhill International, her fist pounded on the door as the pack slid into her back pocket and the thin zippo slipped out. The flame scratched itself awake and the door opened:
"Can I help you?"
A tall man with black hair and warm brown eyes opened the door with a curious expression. From what Mukuro has told Petra about all the guardians, this man is whom Tsuna considers his first friend: Takeshi Yamamoto. While he stared at the girl outside the door, he couldn't help but wonder whom the hell she was. The girl with a tattoo that spanned over the left side of her face was a complete mystery to her; he couldn't remember her even if he tried probably. When it comes to women, there is only one that sees. All the rest are just people. But he stared at this girl whose vined face was puffing on the first drag of her cigarette and giving him a curious glance; 'I've never seen her around here before.'
"Is Hayato Gokudera here? Or Tsunayoshi Sawada?" Her finger flicked the ashes.
He eyed her suspiciously now, "May I ask what business you have with them?"
Petra just continued giving him a curious glance, completely jealous of the woman who has captured this man's thoughts. Every thing about Petra was being compared to her and was losing to this girl; Petra wasn't shit to her. And she wasn't jealous in a superficial way, but she was jealous that this girl found a man that was so devoted. She wants Hayato to be that for her.
Yamamoto on the other hand, as he was subconsciously comparing her to his lady, he was wondering who this girl was. She wasn't an expected guest, and she definitely wasn't someone who regularly visits. He wasn't sure whether or not he should let her in. It was a good thing that Gokudera was in the foyer at this moment, looking around aimlessly for Takeshi. He needed to ask him about the meeting that they had set up with the other guardians for later on this week. But he saw that Takeshi was at the door, and decided to go see who it was for himself:
Gokudera heard the familiar voice, "I'm a friend of them, particularly of Mr. Gokudera." She wanted to call him by his first name, but remembered what Mukuro told her about familiarity with the Japanese.
Gokudera watched Takeshi's back shift slightly. "I'm going to have to ask you to wait here while I—"
Gokudera startled Takeshi by pulling the door open. "It's fine. Let her in; she's a friend of the Tenth."
Petra smiled wide to Hayato's appearance. "It's great to see you Hayato."
She could hear his thoughts for a bit, but decided to wait patiently for him to let her in. Takeshi on the other hand, was caught unaware from Hayato's silent prowl to the door, jumping to the feeling of the door moving whilst in his grip.
"Ah, Hayato. You surprised me. You know this girl?" He gave Hayato a friendly smile.
"I just said she was a friend of the Tenth's, Yamamoto." He wants to call him 'fucking baseball nerd' like he did in old times (he upped the anti in high school), but refrained with all his being.
Pertra could hear Hayato's inner conflict; she giggled thoroughly.
Both of the guys immediately look at her with weird expressions. To the two guardians, nothing had been said to cause laughter. It threw them both off, and their confusion only made her laugh more.
Inside the house, Hayato immediately led Petra to Tsuna's office and left Yamamoto to wonder whom the hell Petra was. He was more interested now after hearing her call Hayato by his first name, but figures he will pester Hayato about it after he comes back downstairs. Petra could still hear Yamamoto's curiosity, and began to wonder what Gokudera will say about her when Yamamoto pesters him later. She is hoping for good things, but expects him to only say that she's only a friend of the Tenth. 'I don't even want to be his friend anymore.'
While Petra was lost in her thoughts (and secretly trying to hear something from Hayato), Gokudera was trying hard to keep his mind silent from Petra. 'I can't start thinking about her like that. Stop.' The past month has kept him riddled with thoughts and fantasies of her. It has been a very long month for him. Seeing Petra in front of him now, looking like the sexpot she was in that ripped up shirt. His friend was begging for a peek at her, but ignores it to open the door to the office.
Petra walks into the office first as Gokudera holds the door open for her. Gokudera was expecting her to waltz over to the desk and sit where she had last time, but she was on a different mission this time. He shuts the door behind him to speak in private:
"Tenth is in a meeting with the other four major families right now, but give him a bit and I will let him know you're waiting for him."
She blows out her recent drag, "Why don't you wait with me Hayato? I've missed you."
He can feel himself stiffen, "I need to get back to what I was doing downstairs."
He starts turning the knob to leave, but is stopped by Petra placing her soft hand holding a cigarette on top of his and using her other to brush some of his hair behind his ear. She doesn't want Hayato to leave her alone in this room to wait for a boss she doesn't want. He looks to her thinking that he needs to get the fuck out before he does something.
"Please do something Hayato, anything. I want you to." She gave him a piercing stare.
"You are the Tenth's. That is—"
"I'm only yours. I only want Hayato."
Petra starts letting her hand trail down his crimson dress shirt that make his green eyes stand out. He squints and turns his face away from hers while letting out a soft pant. Her seduction was easily working, but he couldn't betray the tenth in such a way; 'I can't do it!'
He glares at her and snatches her hand off him, "Stop. Please wait here and I will inform the tenth that you're here."
It was only his deep loyalty to Tsuna that was keeping him from doing anything to Petra. She could see this and only respect him more. They were the same: completely loyal to the ones they follow. It made her desire to kiss him more. She went in, letting her lips lightly peck his. The action sent shivers down them both; Hayato's loyalty was fading into the background. He grabbed her chin and pulled her back in intensely. Petra just let herself mold to him as she wrapped her arm around his neck. This would've continued and stemmed further, but the ash from her cigarette fell off and onto his hand, reminding him of what he was doing.
He pushed her away. "I can't do this. You're the Tenth's mistress."
Petra was about to respond, but Hayato left too quickly for her to even get out the first word. Walking back to Tsuna's desk, she let out a disappointed sigh, thinking it was time to start ending things with the boss that she absolutely no desire for anymore. Another drag, another plan.
Walking out of the conference room in haste, Tsuna rushed to his office in an obvious manner after the other family heads left. He was excited to no end that his Petra came back so quickly and that she came during the day too. He has missed her too much; his hand can only do so much while she is away.
Yamamoto saw Tsuna rush up the stairs in haste, and became even more curious of this girl that he never even got the name of. So after a quick search, the pinch hitter found Hayato sitting along the wet bar that had been installed recently. On the beautifully lacquered cherry wood sat a bottle of wine and half full glass of wine (Hayato saw it half-empty); Hayato was now topping the glass off. Yamamoto didn't really understand what was up with Hayato, but decided to kill his curiosity one inning at a time:
Sitting next to him and placing a hand on the table, he asked, "So Hayato, who's the girl?"
Hayato didn't even notice his presence until now, but still answered, "Petra is a friend of the tenth."
Yamamoto cocked a brow, "Petra?" 'I've heard that name somewhere.'
"Yeah, she's a good friend of the tenth." He took a big gulp of the Shiraz.
"But she calls you Hayato." His glance moves to the various bottles against the wall. "She must be a good friend of yours as well. "Yamamoto had never heard anyone else besides I-ping, Haru, and Kyoko call Hayato by his first name. So hearing Petra say it so confidently was something new for him. She was only becoming more of a mystery.
Hayato snorts, "No. She's only a friend of the tenth…" 'Damn, is this glass five or six?'
Yamamoto didn't understand why he sounded so sad saying this. "Hmm, I guess if that's what you think. She seemed to like you a lot."
Hayato looked at Yamamoto for a moment, then finished his glass to pour another.
Now walking through the doors of his office, Tsuna gazed wildly at his Petra that sat in her usual spot on his desk, smoking another cigarette as usual. Petra could hear his desire and perverse thoughts from inside the conference room below, so she already knew what was going to happen. It pained her to hear the anguish in Hayato's thoughts as he revealed to his precious boss of Petra's visit. The news made Tsuna no longer care about the situation at hand; he wrapped everything up between the families and told them to come back next week. He didn't want Petra to wait for him.
"Petra." He gave her a tender, coveting stare.
She put her cigarette down on the table after putting out, "Hello boss." He was already as stiff as a board.
He rushed over to her and smashed his mouth against hers while unbuckling his pants himself. Tsuna wasn't wasting his time with foreplay today; he wanted to fuck the shit out of her. Petra was only going with the motions by unbuttoning his shirt while she slipped her tongue into his mouth. He let out a soft groan, now gripping her hips. He fumbled her shorts off while she pulled a condom out and undid the package?
Tsuna looked at her crazy, "Condom?"
Petra lied to him. "I had to take some antibiotics the other day, and so my birth control is messed up."
"Okay then." He knew about that jumbo, but still wasn't too thrilled. The Boss slipped it on, pissed cause now it wouldn't feel as good.
Petra wasn't going to sex him without one anymore.
Legs already spread apart; he licked his lips while pushing himself in, letting out a sigh in response. Petra furrowed her brows while letting out a soft moan. So much more friction without foreplay. But she could handle it—she didn't want him on her like that anyways. Either way, the boss didn't want to waste time. After pushing himself all the way in, he let one of his hands slip under her shirt and let the other one grab her ass while his hips started thrusting in and out. She still felt so good. Tsuna had missed her so much. Petra wrapped her arms around him as his thrusts became harder and faster with his thirst. She just wanted it to be over, but knew better than to show her distaste. So she moaned louder to his throbbing dick like she used to. Tsuna was completely fooled; her moan sent shivers crawling up his spine as he pumped harder.
While Tsuna fucked his Petra, he pulled her shirt up and started sucking on her nipples, wanting her to get wetter. Hearing his desires, she started imagining the boss was her Gokudera. It was Gokudera fucking her, wanting her to scream, wanting to—
"Mmmyeah!" Petra was getting wetter already.
Tsuna was more than pleased and almost ready to cum on her.
Gokudera and Yamamoto were both drinking now and had switched to the subject of all the guardians meeting later on this week. Neither of them put too much care in it and they didn't really see a point in it either. They were both under the assumption that this was the Boss' way to get us all together—try to become friendlier to one another. Hibari and Mukuro? Friendlier? They both shook their heads, knowing it was a disaster waiting to happen.
[Thump]
"Tsuna? Hayato-kun?"
Gokudera jumped… it was Kyoko. "Fuck!"
Yamamoto gave Gokudera a blank glance, "What? Its just Kyoko-san."
They could both hear her heels clack against the marble of the foyer as she called again, "Is anyone here?" She was hoping her husband was here.
"Yamamoto, stall her while I get the tenth." Gokudera was already running out of his chair.
Yamamoto grabbed his arm, "Why would I nee—oh fuck."
They both quickly walked towards the foyer.
"Mmmm harder…" Petra was completely lost in her fantasy of Hayato pleasing her
Tsuna could only groan to her in reply.
Tsuna's mouth searched for hers with his eyes closed as the head of his dick began to tingle to his coming orgasm. He wanted to cum in her mouth so badly. He loves when Petra does that for him the most. She does all the dirty things that Kyoko won't do. What would he do without his dirty Petra to suck his dick while he came?
Petra, on the other hand, had no intention of doing that anymore. She was trying to imagine what Gokudera would do, when she could hear his thoughts on panic mode and on their way to the room. She pushed Tsuna off.
[Bang]
Tsuna jump, "Uwah! Gokudera?"
"Boss, Kyoko is here!" He tried to whisper this as low as he could, but he had forgotten how much he had drank. It was said loudly.
Petra smirked, thinking that her wishes were coming true.
"Fuck…" Tsuna looked around desperately. "Bring her up at a slow pace, and I'll take care of up here."
Gokudera nodded at him.
Tsuna scratched his head in a nervous frenzy as he scuttled about the room for his clothes, putting them on as fast as he could. Petra could only smile wider, taking her sweet ass time get off the desk and light her cigarette before anything. Tsuna looked at her incredulously:
"Petra, please hurry up. I can't have my wife finding you?"
She could hear the panic in his voice. He 'loves' his Kyoko too much to hurt her like this. Petra could easily see that there wasn't love in his heart for this Kyoko anymore; he was a fool to think that veiled sense of sympathy and guilt was love. Love was what that Yamamoto felt for the women he compared Petra to, what Gokudera said he wanted to do to her.
"Then why are you fucking me in your office?"
Tsuna instantly became confused by her questioning tone. "Uhh…"
But Tsuna didn't have time for 21 questions—Kyoko's steps were sounding off on the marble stairs. While Petra set down the now finished cigarette butt on the desk, she was going to start putting her shorts on when Tsuna grabbed her arm and dragged her over to the bookcase. 'Wow, he's deviant,' she thought as he pulled the second to last book out on the seventh shelf. The clicking sound of a deadbolt echoed and the bookshelf opened like a door. Before Petra could even see where she was going, Tsuna pushed her though and locked the bookshelf back in place. 'Sorry for throwing her in your room. I know you won't mind.'
On the other side of the wall, Petra banged wildly, "What the fuck? Ohh, you'll regret pushing me like that motherfucker!"
She wasn't really angry, but felt the need exact some revenge. And on the other side, Tsuna could easily hear her say this, but ignored the threat since he could hear Kyoko's voice right outside the door.
[Click]
Gokudera led Kyoko in. "Here you go."
She gave him a kind smile. "Thank you, Hayato-kun."
He and Yamamoto both smiled at her, but were really wondering where the fuck Petra could be. Gokudera's mind then led him to that mental picture he took of her naked body; he wanted it so bad. Yamamoto saw Hayato's pained expression and wondered if he might have hidden feelings for Kyoko.
He looks at him oddly. "You okay?"
Gokudera glanced at him for a moment, but instantly looked away. "Yeah, but we should look around for that girl and get her out of here."
"Yeah." Yamamoto was worried that there really were feelings for Kyoko in him. He forgot about how much Gokudera had drank too.
Petra looked around the room she was in. With a familiar scent radiating off the bed, she lays herself on it, smashes her face in the pillow and starts sucking a deep sniff of Hayato. "So this is where he sleeps? With a sort of minimalist design about it, the room had a modern but comfortable feel to it. The lighted drafting table siting in the corner with a full trash can of crumpled papers was her favorite part of it all, besides the bed that was dressed in a light gray comforter, charcoal colored sheets, and white pillows. It was uncoordinated and manly, it was so Hayato, and she loved it. Being so captured by his smell, she began to touch herself, imagining it was her favorite person. "Mmmm Hayato. Make me—"
[Click] "What the?"
Petra's eyes snapped open, "Hayato…"
"What the fuck are you doing in my bed?"
He slides inside and shuts the door; he's trying to hide how turned on he is by Petra being so naughty on his bed. Petra chuckles at his honest thoughts, making Hayato remember that skill of hers. 'Shit'
She giggles more. "I was imagining you doing those dirty things you wanted to do to me."
"Do those things with the Boss." He looks away from her with drunkenly flushed cheeks.
"I don't want to. I don't even want him." She keeps her gaze fixed on him.
"Then why do you fuck him?" He couldn't believe how much he raised his voice with that one.
"Because like you, I have someone that I'm very loyal to. He's my tenth."
Hayato gets suspicious. "Who is he?"
Petra makes an exaggerated blink and responds. "It doesn't matter. All that matters is that I only want you." She walks over to him.
"Petra, stop."
He doesn't want her to, but he can't do this. He would have no right to be the right-hand if he touches her the way he wants. Hayato clenches his fist and grits his teeth in bitter flummox of the situation.
"Let me make the situation simple then."
Petra ducks her head to look in his eyes with a resolute expression as she gently grabs his fists and runs them up her sides and wraps them around her as she leans in to kiss him again. Another gentle kiss, only she went in with her lips parted to leave a wet reminder while she pulled away. His dick throbbed.
"Petra… I—I."
"Stop denying yourself what you want Hayato. You're only torturing me and yourself…" She looks away. "I want you to fill my lonely eyes with happiness, like your thoughts said that last time I was here."
Hayato remembered exactly what she was talking about, and was amazed that she did. But then again, he couldn't really believe he started thinking that way while fantasizing such dirty things to get off on her. It was an arbitrary thought. He figured he should clarify this while he could.
"Pet—"
Petra forced another kiss on him, only this time he responded. With a body burning in lust and a mind aching in desire, Hayato pulled Petra's legs on him to straddle around his waist as he carried her to his bed. There was a small stumble as he ambled over. Petra's puss was getting wetter from Hayato's hands holding her thighs with ease; her hands were already slipping his tie loose and unbuttoning his shirt. 'I can't let him get away from me. I know he will hesitate again, but I can't leave him any room for an easy exit. I want him all night.'
Hayato tossed her on the bed and started slipping his belt off. His hands were now reaching for the button of his pants, but were stopped by that mind reader's teeth already taking care of it. His dick throbbed from how easily his pants dropped. It was a skill worthy of an award in his buzzed mind. They way she gazed into his eyes while slowly tugged his boxers down drove him of the wall in anticipation. It was enough that the wanted to just pull them down and be done with it, but when he tried to do it himself, she playfully bit his hands. Petra wanted to tease him a little.
The boxers were almost off, and Hayato was throbbing to the mental image of his dick popping up and hitting her face. But poor Hayato didn't get the luxury of having his mental fanstasy fulfilled when Petra slyly jerked him onto the bed and straddled him, using her toes to finish pulling the boxers. His dick popped up like he wanted, only smacking against her wetness instead. The weight of lust in his brain just got heavier. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to decide if it was worth it. 'I gotta stop.'
"No, I can't—"
Petra gave him a deep stare and commanded calmly. "Stop."
Before he could push her off, she slipped him inside, letting Hayato feel her hot, gushy insides. Petra watched as Hayato bit his lip and groaned in satisfaction of it all. She wanted to make him feel even better, but was stopped.
Hayato panted out. "Condom?'
"We don't need one."
He pushed her off. "You were just fucking the boss."
"Yeah, but I used a condom then."
He twitched in confusion. "Why did you use one then." He shook his head wildly. "Why the fuck do I care!"
She smiled. "I didn't want his sex. But I want yours, so I don't want to use one with you."
Before Hayato could ask anymore, Petra went back to riding on him. Feeling her wet puss go up and down, he couldn't even think about things like loyalty or condoms in his seven glasses of lust. Hayato wanted this so bad; everything else was superfluous. Petra smiled and kissed his neck; happy she could make him see.
Yamamoto was wandering around the mansion looking for this Petra girl. He could easily see that she was 'fuck-able,' but could not see why Tsuna would jeopardize everything he had with Kyoko. They had been together for almost 7 years now, what could have possibly happened to make Tsuna go for sex somewhere else. This baffled the baseball guy to no end. Then again, it wasn't like he had been with the girl he loves for that long, but he didn't see that as a reason to suffice for cheating either. Tsuna was so wrong for this, but he wasn't going to get involved. 'Not my relationship, not my problem—I sure as hell don't want it to be my problem either.'
He fondly remembers Ryohei punching him in the face when he got involved in Tsuna's relationship life seven years ago. He chuckles. "Yeah. No need to go through that again."
After rifling through the main floor for this mystery girl, he did a quick search around the house and noticed a peculiar Hayabusa parked in front. 'That has to be hers.' Knowing she was still around obviously, he decided to find Hayato and see if he found her by chance. Skipping past two steps with every small leap, he rushed up the stairs quickly to get all this over with. He called out his name in a quiet yell to try and find him, but there was no response.
"Dammit, I'll have to check all the rooms."
"Mmmmyeah…. Nnnyes!"
Kyoko and Tsuna looked at each other awkwardly as they heard the sounds of a woman feeling very good. Tsuna could easily discern Petra's voice, but Kyoko was left feeling envious of this mystery girl who was moaning at the top of her lungs. When was the last time she had any kind of sex? Months.
This girl was in need.
Blushing from the sounds, Kyoko looked at Tsuna innocently, "Well, it sounds like they're having fun."
Tsuna stammered his response, "Y-yeah, I guess that much can be assumed."
He couldn't admit it, but he was so turned on by her pleasure, but left feeling the slow burn of jealousy. 'Why doesn't she make those sounds with me? Is there someone making her moan like that?' He couldn't stand the idea of someone else playing with his Petra; she was his dirty toy to play with. No one else was allowed to touch.
Kyoko walked closer to him slowly. "You know… I went out shopping today." Her eyes brushed over to the bookshelf that was moaning loudly.
"You did?" Tsuna gave her a warm smile, noticing how pink her cheeks were.
"Yes…" She looked at him and bit her lip nervously. "I'd like to show you."
Mustering up every bit of confidence she had within herself, she untied the belt of her light brown trench coat that cut just above her knees. Tsuna watched curiously as Kyoko unbuttoned the light coat and let it slip off her shoulders. Her face blushed more, now showing him the sheer white corset with light blue lacing perfectly hugging her body. Tsuna licked his lip, letting his eyes dance over all the stitching's and that tiny thong that barely covered her warmth. She looked so sexy, but so pure—he couldn't do it. His dick craved Petra's dirty and perverse puss. He wanted the dark.
Moans still echoing in the background, he walked to his beautiful wife and kissed her on her forehead. "Not right now Kyoko. Things are a little too stressful for me." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. "Don't be hurt. I love you too much to want that."
Just as it took everything in her to do this much, it took that and more to not cry. "I'm not. I understand." She looked to him and feigned a beautiful smile.
The befouled boss bestowed a kiss on the top of her head once more and tucked her head into his chest. Kyoko took a moment to smell the cologne that she got him last Christmas on his chest and felt some relief. She then turned her head towards his desk and noticed something odd: there was a finished cigarette butt on sitting on the edge of his desk. What's more was that there looked to be a light shade of lip-gloss or lipstick on it. 'Tsuna can't stand cigarettes. He doesn't even let Gokudera smoke in here. Why is one in here, a finished one at that?' Like any woman, her mind began to fear the worst, but tried denying it immediately with the thought that her husband would never do that. He was too good to do something so horrible.
After making him cum once, Petra still wasn't satisfied. Hayato lays on the bed with eyes fighting to stay open from the pleasure as she continues to ride his dick. Hayato groans once more to her hips rocking side to side on top of him and tenses the grip he had on her ass. For Petra, it hurt so good-his strong hands clinging to her every little sway.
Petra then switched the pace by moving herself into a reverse cowgirl but letting her torso stay parallel to the bed by her arms. She wanted to give Hayato that perfect view of his dick sliding in and out without doing a damn thing. She wanted to makes his eyes roll into the back of his head.
Petra started slow, looking back to watch Hayato's expression as he got the full effect of her wet puss sliding all the way down to the base of his shaft. His back starts crawling from such a dirty sight, and Hayato's hands found themselves on her ass again and squeezing. But it got better: Petra started pulling away but did so gyrating her hips. He moaned to the feeling of his throbbing head stirring around all her insides as it left. Petra grinned in satisfaction of how good he felt.
She stopped; Yamamoto Takeshi was coming.
'Do I stop?' Not sure what to do, she didn't realize that she had stopped pleasing her Hayato:
"Petra, what is it?" His correct guess surprised her.
But she smiled it off. "Nothing. I just wanted to tease you." 'I'm going to let the swordsman see the truth.'
She straightens her back and starts riding him hard again, knowing Hayato would close his eyes soon and get lost in it the motions again. She couldn't help but close hers too, it felt so good. She could hear Yamamoto getting closer, curious of what was going on in Hayato's room. She got rougher, moaning louder.
[Click]
"Mmmmahh Hayato! I only want you…. just you."
She hears the door immediately shut as she pants loudly. Petra knew that Hayato would've stopped and ran if he knew he got caught, so she just made sure he would be so lost in the sex that the moment would never exist to him. It was selfish, but she didn't want to lose Hayato to the stupid baseball freak's curiosity. It's not like he would tell; Yamamoto knows better than 'to get involved in messy shit such as this.' She smiled wildly and focused back in on making Hayato cum again.
Outside Hayato's door, Yamamoto held his forehead and wore an incredulous expression to what he just saw. His weird behavior earlier totally made sense now:
"Shit… Stupid Hayato." Of all the fucking girls he could have in Italy, he chose those one Tsuna fucks on the side.
