Title: Serendipity
Author: sllebswap
Characters/Pairing: Miura Haru and Dino
Type: OneShot/Drabble Collection (InComplete)
Genre: Romance/General/Humor
Word Count: 2926
Rating: M (Contains content suitable for mature teens and older) SMUT WARNING!
Disclaimer: Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn belongs to Akira-san.
Summary: CEDEF Agent Miura Haru and Cavallone Boss Dino have known each other for a very long time, haven't they? Loosely interconnected one shot/drabble series. Multi-verse. D86.
Verse: Marriage of Convenience AU
Chapter Last Revised on: 24/02/17
When you kiss me heaven sighs
She woke up in the early hours of the morning, mind still hazy from sleep, body still feeling deliciously heavy and languorous, lost in that half realm between dreams and consciousness. It was still hours before sunrise, and she was momentarily confused as to what had roused her, in the first place.
Then, she felt the mattress dip slightly beneath her, as a lean, familiar form slipped soundlessly beneath the covers and stretched out all feline-like, taking up all the space beside her. She stirred, a tiny, drowsy frown marring her brow, confused.
The voice that accompanied the intrusion of her bed was a low, mellifluous baritone that she immediately recognized, half asleep or not.
"Did I wake you? Sorry, cara." The quiet apology was murmured into the side of her nape, even as strong arms slipped around her middle, gently drawing her back against a broad chest, his clean scent and warmth soothing her even as he spooned her.
"Ungh…Dino…sempai just got back?" she mumbled thickly, even as his lips brushed over the side of her throat. She tipped her head to the side, instinctively accepting his attention. "…Welcome home, desu."
"Mm."
He hummed in affirmative, opting not to speak in favor of trailing butterfly kisses over her soft skin instead. She shivered at the faintly ticklish, arousing sensation, a lazy, decadent warmth unfurling in her being as her husband continued his ministrations on her unguarded body.
"Sempaiiii," she whined softly. "Haru wants to sleep, desu…!"
A quiet chuckle escaped him, and he pressed one last kiss on her neck before finally letting up on her. His arms remained curled loosely around her waist, long fingers affectionately stroking the gentle curves of her lithe, slender body, and she arched slightly into his touch, as always liking the way he was so unabashedly demonstrative with her.
He smiled softly at her catlike reaction.
"I thought of you frequently today," he divulged, his voice a warm breath ghosting past the shell of her ear. "It motivated me to finish up work faster to return home to you."
She heaved a tiny huff. Where was he finding the energy to still be so glib at two in the morning?!
And why on earth was she actually responding?
"You're so unfair," she complained halfheartedly, wiggling around in his arms so that she could squint-glower at this man who was currently tormenting her with his tender cruelty. Half curled on her side, face upturned to his, her nose was wrinkled with faint exasperation, mouth pursed slightly…even as she reached for him without hesitation at the same time, drew him into her embrace, snuggling in close, legs tangling. Bliss.
"So, so mean, desu," she sighed in the warm, comfortable cage of his arms, face tucked into the side of his neck now, brushing a sleepy kiss on the skin there, softly returning his affection. He laughed quietly again, one hand coming up to stroke her hair, taking the opportunity to touch her, reveling in the sharing of this simple intimacy in the tranquil peacefulness of the early predawn hours.
Now, it was her turn to mark his flesh with little kisses, and she did so sleepily, unhurriedly. Taking her time to taste him, dainty pink tongue flicked delicately against his skin, interspersed with fluttery, barely there caresses of her soft blossom lips, and a low, deep purr of pleasure reverberated from his chest. His fingers drew languid, invisible patterns against the side of her hip, but beyond that, he was content to lie back and let her explore him all she wanted.
She peppered gentle, affectionate kisses up the side of his throat, sleep clearing out of her mind gradually, slowly growing more cognizant of her actions as the electrifying heat between their bodies started to build up more and more. A tiny, playful, nibble on his skin, right on that sensitive spot just by his jawline, and suddenly, he turned his head sharply and swiftly captured that teasing mouth of hers with his own.
Urgent, ravenous desire ignited spontaneously as he slanted his mouth against hers again and again and again, and her hand came up to rest against his cheek, slender fingers sliding into his hair, clinging as she welcomed the dizzying onslaught of his ardor. His heat was incredible, soul searing, and whenever he touched her with his passion, she quickly found herself lost in him. She kissed him back with all the fervor and growing need that she possessed, lips parted, slick tongues hungrily meeting, their bodies pressed so close together that there was not even a hair's breadth of space to be found between them.
She shifted against him with increasing restlessness, a growing ache for more of his attention and touch. One hand pressed softly against his chest, then lower still to slip beneath the hem of his shirt, wanting to feel his warm skin without the barrier of clothing. Fingertips ran across his taut stomach, stroking him with amorous enthusiasm, and he groaned against her mouth, toned abdominal muscles rippling in response to her touch. Dropping a quick kiss on that rosy mouth of hers one more time, he started to ease her onto her back, sliding one lean, muscular thigh between hers, and she instinctively pressed her slim hips against him, sighing as she sought to alleviate that hot, liquid pressure that was growing more and more in the pit of her belly.
"Little one, you're too impatient," he murmured huskily, not that he was complaining. She was passionate and curious and uninhibited, and he liked that she was so expressive and openly, giddily affectionate when they made love. His fingers came up to the buttons of her nightshirt, nimbly undoing them, and she helped him along by shrugging off the thin chemise material. His eyes darkened as he allowed himself the pleasure of gazing at her. Soft, peach hued skin, small, pert breasts, a waist so tiny he could easily span her with his hands, shapely, feminine hips, coltish legs. He knew that she was sensitive about her petite and waifish build, but still he thought that she was simply perfect.
Her eyelids fluttered, and she looked at him with those limpid doe eyes of hers, glowing brightly with yearning for him. So beautiful. She lifted her head and pressed a kiss along his chiseled jaw.
"…Maybe Haru has also been thinking of Dino a lot today…" she whispered, cheeks high with color.
His eyes glimmered with mischief, upon hearing her shy confession.
"Oh? And what kind of thoughts were those about, exactly?" he asked with faint teasing, brushing a kiss over one bared breast, right over where her heart was beating really, really fast. A quick lick from a very agile tongue along the curve of her modest bosom, followed by a tiny nip, and she yelped slightly, increasingly flustered by his sensual, frisky attention.
She blushed harder, but did not avert her eyes from his twinkling ones. She bit her lip, already red and puffy from his kisses, before she slowly replied.
"Haru…was thinking of Dino's touch… …Like…this, desu…"
Face blazing bright pink the entire while, she took his wrist, dragged their linked appendages down over her lithe torso, and slipped them beneath the waistband of her panties, the last piece of clothing that she was still wearing. She peered at him from beneath dense lashes, and that hint of open, unguarded vulnerability on her expression was so incredibly sexy that he felt himself react physically to the alluring sight. His blood throbbed through his body, pulse rate jumping. Gods; if she ever learned how to properly utilize her charms, he was going to be in a world of trouble.
Dino's voice grew very quiet, very low when he spoke, and Haru could not help but shudder at the way the velvety timbre of his baritone sent sharp frissons of lust shooting through her.
"…I was thinking the same thing a lot too, earlier. Imagine that." He kissed her hard on the mouth, blatantly carnal and wanton. Pulling back slightly, his eyes were so dark and intense as he met hers, that she could barely breathe. "Part your legs a bit, Jo-chan."
Dazed, she clumsily obliged. Those sinfully long fingers of his gently caressed the silken petals nestled between her thighs, applying only the lightest hint of pressure, and her hips immediately buckled in response. She squeaked.
"Dino-!"
He leaned in and kissed her soundly again, swallowing her cry. "Shh," he hushed in that voice as rich and as mellow as aged cognac. She quivered. She knew what that particular tone signified; he was getting excited. She squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to alleviate the answering spike of desire that throbbed against his fingers, but he thwarted her efforts and started to stroke her more. Her fingers, still loosely curled around his wrist, dug helplessly into his flesh, even as her slender hips arched into his touch, again and again.
"Unghh…"
He kissed her cheek.
"Goodness, you're so sensitive." His elegant, adroit digits delved deeper amongst her slick folds, probing deliberately, thumb seeking and then finding that wet pink pearl of her clit. "Did you think of me all day, cara?"
"…Ha…hi…" She was panting. It was getting really hard to think. She nodded wordlessly, turning her hot face into the side of his neck, attempting to hide from the way he was just looking at her flushed features with those glittering eyes of his. He slid his index finger into her snug body, and started to pleasure her in earnest, intent to leave her completely helpless against his sensual onslaught. She squirmed against him, gasping. He kissed her bared neck softly, latched his mouth over that place where her shoulder blade met her clavicle, and started to suck. Her hand left his and came up to his chest, clenching into his shirt instead, momentarily overwhelmed.
"Dino," she whimpered his name, frazzled and growing increasingly frantic. He slowly worked a second finger into her; she was so taut and small, and he had to make sure that she was ready to receive him. She, on the other hand, could barely care about his consideration. "Please," she burst out. "H-Haru only wants to be with y-you."
Her restless hand slipped down to waistband of his sleeping pants. There was a visible bulge from where his growing arousal was already tenting the material, and she slid her fingers into the bottom half of his pajamas and boxer briefs. His erection sprung onto her palm, full and heavy, and she curled her fingers carefully around his girth, gently caressing his heated flesh, then stroking him more confidently from root to tip, up and down, up and down, in quick tandem with the way he was touching her.
He nipped her shoulder, a grunt escaping from his throat at her determination to pleasure him in return. She was still relatively inexperienced, but she was also learning quickly and her earnest, eager demeanor was very, very, arousing as far as he was concerned. She was such a compelling conundrum of charming sweetness and guileless, artless sexuality that he was completely mesmerized. His lean hips rocked obligingly into her soft palm, giving into her enticing persuasions, and she squeezed him, vigorously massaging his rigid shaft the way he had taught her how. Gods. This woman was going to be the death of him.
Eventually, he unclamped his mouth from her neck, and now there was a reddening bruise flowering over her previously unmarred, a visceral gift of his affection. Rolling onto his side, he coaxed her to mirror him. His hand slipped out from between her trembling legs, fingers slick with the evidences of her arousal.
"…You know, I lied. I didn't only just thought of touching you; I wanted to kiss you too," he murmured, and she looked lost…at least until he brought his hand to his mouth and sucked all traces of her clean from his digits. His eyes locked with hers as he continued meaningfully. "Everywhere."
Understanding dawned gradually over her then, and she blushed, heavily, head spinning a bit. …Everywhere…?
"Hahi," she squeaked, voice trembling as she slowly, shyly, responded. "…M-Maybe Haru won't mind...b-but only if-if D-Dino teaches Haru how to k-kiss as well."
Haru did not think that her face could get any redder. She spluttered like a deflating balloon, looking away. "But next time! H-Haru is already at her limit right now, d-desu-"
His eyes darkened completely. She was. So. Cute.
"Come here." His hand reached for her, resting on the small of her bare back, tenderly nudging her closer to him. She stretched towards him automatically as well, one arm hooking around his neck, situating herself to him. He started to tug her panties down past her hips and thighs, and she helped by kicking free of the tiny scrap of cotton. Now she was completely naked. She squirmed antsily, blindly following his directions when he lifted her leg and slung it over the angular jut of his hip, holding it tucked there.
Lying on their sides, looking at each other, limbs intertwined intimately, he kissed her, and she passionately returned his ardor, that liquid warmth pooling in the pit of her belly growing when she tasted hints of herself on his lips. He pressed into her hand, velvety steel and throbbing heat, and fumbling, she guided him into her waiting, ready body, sighing softly in carnal bliss when he thrust into her, burying himself fully within her snug, narrow sheath.
They rocked into each other, breathing hard, open mouths seeking one another, fingers hungrily touching, exploring, spreading mutual gratification. His hand slipped over to where they were intimately joined to massage that hypersensitive little button of nerves that sat nestled between her legs, and she mewled helplessly, bucking into his knowing digits even as her own clenched into the back of his shoulders, straining for that sexual release that was hovering closer and closer.
The sense of exigency only grew and grew until it reached a near unbearable level. Haru was wild and incredibly restless by then, writhing against her husband, wordlessly begging with husky, frantic moans for release. She was so incredibly passionate, and her sweet, snug heat mesmerized him, thoroughly seduced him. He obliged her growing need, loins driving into her tight, grasping form with increasing momentum and speed, his fingers digging into her hips as he dragged her in as close as he possibly could, overloading her senses with carnal pleasure even as he continued to rasp erotic little nothings in her ear. Her mind was clouding over, eyes clenched shut, her body shaking as if it was on the verge of shutting down-
Her orgasm overcame her just as he surged into her hard, and she arched, wailing sharply, at least until he sealed her mouth with his own in a fierce kiss, a throaty groan reverberating from his own chest a few quick, heavy thrusts later, as the erratic, erotic contractions of her release brought him to his own completion. Shuddering with satisfaction, he spilled his seed in her quivering body, his arms locked around her waist, keeping her tethered to him.
She was still shaking moments later, when he had come down from that euphoric sexual high and was feeling very, very affectionate towards her. She, for some reason, had quickly buried her face in the side of his throat again, trembling like a newborn fawn, delicate and fragile. The bemused blond quickly became alarmed when he felt a trickle of wetness sliding down his neck.
"Are you crying?" He sounded bewildered, then increasingly worried. "Are you hurt? In pain?"
His hands were running all over her body, trying to figure out what was distressing her, and she shook her head in negative before he could start to get really concerned, pulling away from his neck to look at him. Her eyes were teary, her nose a bit red, and she was sniffling in a futile bid to stop the tears. He was very confused.
"…Why are you crying?"
"H-Hahi…" she hiccupped. "Haru d-don't know also! Haru is very h-happy, d-desu!"
A soft warmth started to glow in his chest once he figured out that she was okay. Just…overwhelmed.
"…I've never had anyone cry with happiness after being with me before," he commented after a long pause, smiling, lying back amongst the pillows and taking her along with him, keeping her safely tucked by his side. She clung to him, still emotional. He pulled the sheets over their bodies and drew her close, cuddling her unabashedly and lazily rubbing the small of her back, comforting.
"Are you always going to be so adorable, Jo-chan?" he drawled, tilting his head down to brush a kiss over her brow. His fingers tenderly combed through her hair as she sniffled, slowly calming down.
"Hahi, stop teasing H-Haru, desu!" she complained weakly, her body still sensitive to stimulation. He looked at her. She was always like this; whenever he attempted to express his feelings for her, she never quite seemed to take him seriously, much to his everlasting chagrin. Sometimes he wondered if she was ever going to comprehend that her husband was very, very smitten with her.
"You don't believe that I find you adorable and really appealing?" he asked. "Shall I demonstrate my level of affection for you again? You'll probably be crying all the way till late morning, at this rate," he murmured, amused.
She was starting to blush again.
"Sempai!"
::owari::
Questions That I Would Like To Answer Before You Ask:
This was written maybe a couple months back? I was still in the process of trying to get a feel of this pair as lovers, so here is my take on what they are like, when colored in shades of intimacy. This is obviously not their first time together, but this stage of their relationship is still something new to them at this point, and they are still in the process of learning how to best love each other. :)
…Yes. So, sometimes, Haru cries when Dino accidentally overwhelms her with tenderness. Doesn't occur all the time, but she is sensitive and vulnerable, and he is very good at loving her regardless, and so it is known to happen.
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FYI, in this chapter, TYL!Dino is thirty-three, and TYL!Haru is twenty-five.
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I'm supposed to be sleeping right now (since its super late over here) but I just wanted to quickly post this for a certain good friend from the same fandom and who also enjoys D86 sexytimez. You know who you are, friendo! XD
Also, for that anon reviewer who badly wanted them to kiss already – I hope this random update pleases you!
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-sllebswap