Title: Serendipity
Author: sllebswap
Characters/Pairing: Miura Haru and Dino
Type: OneShot/Drabble Collection (InComplete)
Genre: Romance/General/Humor
Word Count: 7655
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: 05/05/18
I'm in love with the shape of you
It really was the strangest piece of clothing that Bianchi had sent to her so far, and Haru was still puzzling over how to wear it.
The Poison Scorpion had always been a good friend, and back when Haru was still a member of the Vongola Famiglia, they were often known to be thick as thieves, visiting new cafes to have tea together and sample sweets, looking after the younger ones, cooking (thankfully for her new Famiglia, Haru had not picked up on Bianchi's infamously deadly culinary skills), and even in making costumes for Haru's cosplaying hobbies. As such, every now and then, her Bianchi-nee would send her stuff the older woman thought she would need and/or appreciate, and Haru was always happy to receive her friend and sister figure's consideration and care.
This time, it appeared that she had been given…clothing? But it was such an odd piece of attire…and Haru really did not quite know what to make of it…
Perhaps some parts of the outfit had gotten lost in the mail, she mused. It would certainly explain why the knitted sweater looked so…skimpy. The woolen material was a soft dove grey and felt really nice to touch. It was also sleeveless, had a turtleneck collar and presented like a somewhat longish, demure looking vest from the front. However, if viewed from the posterior...that was where the oddness came in - the thing was entirely backless when she turned it around, much to her silent bewilderment. How was anyone supposed to keep warm with that huge gap there? And it was so low cut at the back that Haru wasn't even quite sure if it would adequately preserve the wearer's modesty…
The young woman picked up the short note that Bianchi-nee had sent her together with the sweater, once again attempting to make sense of the whole package.
They call this the virgin-killing sweater, and it's all the rage in Japan right now. I thought that you might like it since you are interested in cosplays and the like.
And that was that - the end of the short, cryptic message. Bianchi-nee could be really mystifying sometimes, and so, instead of shedding light on this baffling situation, Haru found herself growing even more perplexed.
Virgin…killing…sweater…?
That sounded rather ominous, she thought, once again glancing at the deceptively innocuous piece of clothing in her hand. Despite the impressively menacing name, it looked like modern apparel to her…and was nothing traditional or folklore-ish like the Namahage cosplay she used to favor in the past. How intriguing. Was this a western thing? Was this a cursed artifact? Would the wearer of this…sweater suddenly be imbued with the powers that be and be able to go around slaying virgins? Was this a sacrificial costume of some cult?
The more Haru thought about it, the more intrigued she got.
It was probably not the most prudent thing to do, the course of action which she chose to take next. But Haru could not help herself; she was curious!
So she tried it on.
It was awkward, to say the least. On her first attempt, she simply pulled the whole thing over her head and shimmied it over the existing outfit which she was wearing. Since the sweater was so...sparse in material, it did not take her long to get properly fitted in. Then, she studied herself in the dresser mirror by the bed, frowning at how frumpy it looked bunched around her large but cozy pullover (technically not hers but Dino was hardly going to complain that she was permanently borrowing his clothes to wear), making her look like some wooly monster with a turkey neck, a lumpy middle, and fuzzy noodle arms. She looked more ridiculously comical than actually frightening. Hmmm.
Perhaps she should take off her original clothes first?
So the virgin killing sweater came off, and Haru also peeled off her pullover and jeans. Now, clad only in her underwear, she tried again. This time, the results were…not quite intimidating, too. Though truthfully, whatever was she expecting? She was a slender, petite woman who weighed maybe around a hundred pounds at most and who was also not exactly very tall, either. This time, however, the virgin-killing sweater fitted her better; the slightly stretchy material settled over her lithe, willowy form. It was surprisingly comfortable to wear…if she were to ignore the veritable draft blowing against her back that was, with how exposed she was from behind. Swiveling around before the mirror, she inspected the other side of her outfit, and was a bit dismayed by how she looked from the rear. The waistband of her panties could be seen riding up the extremely low cut back, and of course her bra could be seen as well, only partially obscured by the long halter tie-like strings dangling from her nape down between her shoulder blades. This virgin killing sweater was obviously not meant to be worn with any underclothes…that much even she could tell by now.
Haru stuck out her tongue to the side and was preoccupied wondering, now what? She studied her reflection once more, biting her lip hesitantly before she brought her hands to her hips, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her panties, pausing unsurely for a moment or two before she quickly, decisively, pulled the scrap of cotton down the length of her bared legs and right off. She decided to go all in, and her bralette followed also, joining her underwear on the floor. Now she was completely naked beneath the sweater/pullover/vest/whatever it was supposed to be.
"Haru supposes it probably should look like this…" she muttered to herself unsurely, a faint furrow knitting on her brow.
Haru was very concerned about her modesty – or lack thereof. The entire backless material now left her sides feeling very bare and exposed too, and while there was no cleavage exposed (her bust was not substantial enough for that sort of thing anyway…), there was a hint of pale, smooth flesh that could be seen from the sides of her bosom. Her Namahage costumes in the past had never left her this uncovered, that was for sure! …This was definitely not something that she would ever wear in public, cosplay or not, she quickly determined.
What virgin killing sweater? This was obviously just her in a half-dressed state! The brunette was vaguely disappointed but not too surprised by the outcome. And to think she had actually hoped that perhaps it was really some cursed artifact that would effectively gain her some interesting special powers or something like that…
Haru still did not quite understand the whole purpose of this outfit, and she had been about to take it off and put on proper clothes when her husband – of all times – swept into their shared bedroom. Of course, this was also partly her fault for not double checking that she had locked the door first before embarking on this silly adventure, but hindsight, as they said, was twenty/twenty.
Dino had been looking for his phone and was wondering if his wife had seen the bothersome device. Sometimes, his things had a habit of disappearing on him – or more like he had a habit of misplacing them – but it was quickly discerned that Haru had a complementary counter ability of easily finding lost things, a power that was probably honed by all the times she had spent picking up after toddlers and young children in her youth. The golden-haired man had been preoccupied scanning the bedroom for his errant phone, and therefore hadn't exactly noted what was different with his significant other right away.
It did not take long for him to figure it out, though.
"Haru, have you seen my-"
The Cavallone Decimo stopped abruptly like he had just hit a brick wall, mouth still half open in mid-speech, the moment he walked in on her. His gaze snapped to her, or more accurately, to what she was wearing, and for one long, dumbfounded moment, his eyes widened ever so slightly, and he was struck silent. When he finally regained control of his voice seconds later, he sounded a bit strangled.
"What are you wearing?"
Red bloomed across Haru's face. Dino had entered the room so quickly that she hadn't quite had the time to react, and now she was filled with much embarrassment. The young woman whirled around to face her spouse, but the act was just a tad too late since he already had a good glimpse of her posterior.
"Hahi! It's not what Dino thinks, desu!" she hurriedly squeaked out. "Haru was just testing out this virgin-killing sweater that Bianchi-nee sent over!"
"…The what?!"
What on earth was a virgin-killing sweater?
She answered his non-verbalized question by gesturing to the revealing outfit that she was currently dressed in.
"This is a virgin-killing sweater! Bianchi-nee said that it's very popular in Japan right now, but Haru cannot figure out why! This clothing is defective, desu! It doesn't even have good coverage!"
"…"
Unlike his bewildered wife, Dino could tell immediately just exactly why the thing was so popular. His gaze remained centered on her slender figure, briefly flitting over how the soft, clinging fabric draped over her waifish, lissome figure, hugging her girlish hips, accentuating her coltish, bare legs. She had her hands tucked behind her now, no doubt trying to provide some cover for all that bared skin on her back, looking a bit mortified as she did so.
Haru's gaze quickly fell upon her discarded apparel on the floor, and after a moment's pause where she was no doubt debating on the prudence of collecting her clothing, she slipped into action, scooting over in a concentrated effort to gather her underthings and casualwear. As she bent over, the baggy front of the sweater slipped a bit, exposing a delicate sliver of the smooth, pale curve of her breast from a lateral angle, alluring like the waxing crescent of the moon. Just like that, his attention was caught, the man stilling at the enticing, innocuously teasing image.
He silently acknowledged that this so-called 'virgin-killing sweater' was dangerous as hell.
"…Cara."
There was the strangest inflection in his tone that caught her frazzled attention, and she lifted her head to look at him. Her movements stalled, and her distracted gaze was caught by the sharpness of his own, the way he was so raptly focused on her. She froze, suddenly feeling a tad nervous as a frisson of awareness sizzled across her senses.
"Hahi…?" Her voice trailed off in an uncertain question. She slowly straightened…then instinctively took a step back.
His head cocked slightly to the side, her movement only serving to draw his attention to her body once more, and his intent eyes took a leisurely, appreciative route down her torso…and then back up again. Logically, Haru knew that it wasn't as if he hadn't already seen her stark naked, but still…
There was just something about the way he always paid her so much attention that never failed to make her feel acutely aware of her own femininity.
She flushed and trembled faintly as his gaze met hers once more. He finally ventured his opinion.
"You look very delectable, wearing that."
His voice was very quiet as he gave his admission, and her eyes slowly widened in comprehension. Oh. Okay. She had not considered this a possible outcome…but the way he was looking at her made butterflies flutter in her chest.
"Does Dino-" She broke off, blushing at what she was about to say before trying again. "Does Dino like it, desu…?"
He graced her with a smile, one all too indicative of the pleasure he took simply by looking at her.
"Come closer and show me properly, then ask me again."
It was apparent that Dino's search for his missing phone would be temporarily postponed for other more…interesting developments.
Haru bit her lip, and then she lifted her fingers to absently tuck her hair behind her ear. It was such a dainty, womanly gesture, and even though it was not a calculated act of wile to draw him, the effect was undeniable. She padded slowly towards him on bare feet, shyly like a doe, all wide eyed and a bit hesitant, until she was standing right before him.
Now what?
The art of seduction was not something she was expert in – actually, Haru was beginning to suspect that her husband was much, much better at it than she was…but yet…
He was entranced all the same. Dark, golden eyes tracked her intently, lingering over her blushing face, his heated gaze caressing that enticing bare curve of her pale shoulder.
"…Turn around."
Her blush darkened a bit more, knowing that once she did so, he was going to see the entire expanse of her bare back…and probably also a good portion of her butt as well. Haru's arms twitched, as if she was toying with the idea of preserving her modesty a bit…but then again…it wasn't as if he hadn't seen her…naked…before…
She met his glowing eyes, absently licking her lips before she wordlessly acquiesced to his request. The slender brunette presented her back to him, trying not to shiver at this rising sense of anticipation and delicious tension that was slowly filling up the space between them. His voice, when he spoke again, was so unexpectedly close that she could feel his warm breath brushing against her ear lobe. She could not stop the soft hitch of her breath as she reacted to the faintly ticklish sensation, goose pimples pebbling across her skin with acute awareness of him.
"Close your eyes."
She hazily followed his quiet instructions, her eyelids obediently slipping shut, wondering what he was planning to do. Her every sense was so very attuned to the blond standing behind her, not touching her yet, but near enough that she could sense the heat emanating from his lean, powerful build.
For a few deliberate seconds, nothing happened. Utter stillness.
There was no way for her to know that he was simply, silently, enjoying the feel of her presence brushing up against his. Vibrant. Electrifying. Tantalizing.
When he finally touched her, it was with the tip of an index finger, drawing a slow, deliberate path down that graceful line of her spine, from the back of her neck all the way to the base of her back, stopping just between the charming twin dimples that could be seen faintly indented on her skin. She quivered and arched slightly at the provocative sensation, followed shortly by the unmistakable feel of warm lips pressing against the soft skin of her shoulder. His hair brushing against her cheek. The faint scent of his cologne teasing her nose. Everything that which were so familiar about him, but still made her insides tremble and her body heat up with growing want. She had to fight not to sigh, and then, he very quietly, ardently, murmured.
"You're so lovely."
"Dino…"
She squirmed at the sensation of his ticklish kisses, almost twitching with the need to reciprocate his demonstrative behavior, but all it took was the press of his palm against the small of her back to still her once more.
"Shh," he hushed her, in between soft, open mouthed kisses over her shoulder blade, slowly drifting lower. "Allow me to demonstrate my appreciation."
She bit her lips and reluctantly quieted, could feel his hands slip around to her sides and easily spanning her slender waist, caressing, subtly holding her in place while he continued to press slow, deliberate kisses over her bare flesh. She shuddered and gasped when he nipped her softly, tongue flicking out to taste her skin… as he gently guided her towards the bed.
The moment her legs bumped against the mattress's edge, his fingers around her middle tightened ever so slightly in warning before he effortlessly lifted her onto the middle of the soft surface, gently setting her onto her knees. She was a bit startled and disoriented, but then he lowered his head and touched his mouth to her skin once more, resuming what he had been doing earlier, only that he was migrating even lower now – the middle of her back, worshipping the graceful, willowing lines of her slender, female form with almost chaste, wordless kisses.
Sweet, sweet kisses, and he took his time with them – silently impressing upon her that she was worth all of his time and his full, undivided regard, and by now, she was starting to expect nothing less. He was so very addictive, she thought, and another quiet mew escaped her when he nipped her again, taking her flesh between his teeth and marking her tenderly with his special brand of affection, quickly leaving her quivering like a leaf and so very flustered.
She was so close to wriggling around and throwing herself into his arms, but he preempted her by nudging her lower onto the bed, bending her over until she had to put her arms out in front of her to evenly support her weight on her hands and knees, and then he was right behind her, the mattress sinking a bit more under his weight as he joined her, his larger, more powerful form dwarfing her petite one, not crushing her per se, but roving, hovering lower, his mouth spreading kisses down the small of her back now, intently concentrating on that area where her charming back dimples sat at the base of her spine, more pronounced than usual thanks to her current position. He took his time lavishing his attention on them, tongue sweeping out to deliberately trace the faint dips, followed promptly by more sensual kisses.
She shuddered, her fingers digging into the duvets, becoming acutely aware as his hands traversed the gentle swells of her clothed hips and over the sides of her upper thighs, before those long, adroit fingers of his started to gently tease the hem of her sweater. Callused digits stroked the smooth skin of her legs, slowly working the woolen material higher and higher up her softly rounded flanks. …Then, he came to a surprising realization.
He paused. His hands stilled against the bare curve of her hips. His head lifted slightly, and even though she could not see the wonder on his face, his faint, husky voice was enough to clue her in to his quiet delight.
"…No panties?"
She blushed violently and shook her head. She was also mutely silent – what else was there to say?! She was dying of chagrinned mortification.
Another pause. And then, his long, graceful fingers slowly drew languid patterns along her skin, feeling the way she tremored faintly beneath his touch.
"…I think I'm starting to understand."
She was really distracted by his touch, his presence right behind her, and so she did not immediately make the connection to his comment. Oh goodness, this anticipation was going to be the death of her!
"Understand…what…desu?"
He slowly eased the hem of her sweater higher up her hips, revealing more of her peach hued, flawless flesh, until the clingy grey fabric bunched around her slender waist, leaving her very much exposed. Haru whimpered.
"Why your outfit is so…dangerous."
His murmur was punctuated by a warm kiss, right on her pert rump, and Haru jumped forward, emitting a breathless squawk of shock at his action.
"H-Hahi! D-D-Dino!"
Her face was comically red, and it was obvious that she was at her limit. His charming, spluttering wife wiggled around to face him, sitting quickly on the bed, her hands scrabbling to push the knitted sweater back down over her flanks, about to protest in embarrassment even more when he aimed a slight, lopsided smirk at her and leaned down to steal her lips for a quick, smiling kiss. That brief contact quickly deepened into an erotic, lingering one, and Haru's initial fluster slowly quelled, her embarrassment fading as a warm, tender heat unfurled within her. His kiss was unhurried, drugging, thorough. She responded accordingly, her lips parting, her tongue rubbing shyly against his, sweetly suckling on his oral appendage, slowly, earnestly, exploring his mouth. Her arms snaked up around his neck to hold him close, her eyes sliding shut, luxuriating in his presence and affection.
He wordlessly wrapped his arm around her middle, hand caressing her bare waist, and then he pulled her towards him and reversed their positions – such that he was the one sitting on the bed now…and she was sitting on him. She broke the kiss, startled and distracted, her hands falling upon his chest for more support, only for him to lean in and kiss her again, peppering soft kisses on her lips and jaw. He was also holding her close, and she liked it very much, how openly demonstrative he always was of her.
"H-Hahi," she breathed softly, her lashes lowered, cheeks rouged, voice a bit high and unsteady. The smallest pout formed on her kiss-reddened lips. "Dino is teasing Haru too much again, mou…"
He could not help but flash a small, unrepentant grin at her halfhearted complaint. "My apologies; I could not help myself. You have a very cute derriere; I was overcome by the urge to pay homage to it."
She blushed even harder, especially when his fingers drifted lower over the soft, feminine swell of her hips, lightly drawing playful deliberate patterns all over the smooth, silken skin. The hem of her sweater had ridden up again, but this time, she was quiet, biting her lips a bit and leaning into him more when the tips of his long, narrow digits ghosted closer towards that enticing, shadowed cleft of her bottom, slowly trailing a deliberate line along her sensitive flesh, closer and closer towards the center of her splayed thighs…
She quivered at his increasingly intimate, knowing touch.
"Dino…" she breathed his name softly, senses starting to feel a bit fuzzy around the edges at his gentle teasing. A growing restlessness spread within her, his caresses eliciting frissons of heat to erupt all over her body. Her fists clenched into the front of his shirt just as his fingers brushed lightly against the soft, dewy petals of her womanhood, and she moaned quietly. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and Haru arched a little as he continued to trace the warm, satin flesh at the apex of her legs in lazy, languid motions, up and down and up and down…and she started rock her hips helplessly against him.
He kissed her bare shoulder softly and affectionately – she was always so very responsive, and he did not think that he would ever tire of how she always reacted so guilelessly to him.
His darkening gaze affixed upon the rosy flush on her face, how her breathing was quickening with unfurling arousal, her dense eyelashes spread out like twin fans against her cheekbones, biting her lips to stifle the sounds of pleasure that his actions were causing…
"Beautiful."
Her eyes opened in bare slits to look at him, and she lowered her head to kiss him passionately, an act that he was more than willing to reciprocate, nipping at her lips and ravaging them with an amorous thirst that had her squirming with a rising surge of lust. There was something really sexy in how she was so charmingly disarrayed…whereas in stark contrast, he was still dressed sharply in formal wear, having just came out of a teleconference mere moments ago. He was obviously overdressed now, but she could not find it in herself to protest how he looked. Her husband in a crisp, well cut suit was always going to be a weakness she would never grow immune to.
Drunk on oxytocin and a blind need to have him, to lavish this man in pleasure the way he always did her, Haru's hands reached down towards his belt, fumbling and swiftly unbuckling the leather strap, then undoing the fly of his pants. Her soft, slender hand innocently stroked the growing bulge of excitement tenting his boxer briefs, then dipped beneath material to run her fingertips lightly along the length of his turgid shaft.
He bit off a muffled oath against her mouth, a quiet growl escaping him at her touch. She drew him out of the confines of his pants, her thumb flicking softly against the sensitive head, the rest of her digits wrapped snugly around his girth. She pulled away from his mouth, licked her sensitive, cherry red lips, and then she scooted down the length of his legs to bring her face close to his aching loins.
She probably should have seduced and teased him more, but she had never been that coy, coquettish expert at playing with men like that. No, her charms laid in her earnestness, in her freely giving and all too affectionate demeanor, and even though blushing, she ducked her head and pressed a kiss over the mushroomed tip of his penis. It was a very fond, loving kiss, her soft, full lips pursed and clinging, and then that little pink tongue of hers darted out, flicking a quick lick across his sensitive flesh.
He stilled.
"Haru."
She wasn't done yet. More slow, thorough kisses and licks down the entire length of his arousal, like touching her mouth to warm steel, subtly throbbing, and so, so enticing with an overwhelmingly male vitality. She carefully licked him up and down like a popsicle, her eyes narrowed, just firmly concentrated on pleasuring him. Dino whispered her name again, his hand restlessly stroking the crown of her head, his hips twitching, his pulse rate escalating as sexual excitement roared through him.
"Does Dino like this?" she asked huskily.
His jaw clenched, and he nodded sharply. Once.
"Yes."
She looked up at him with those large doe eyes.
"Tell Haru what to do next. Haru wants to please Dino very, very much, desu…"
His fingers brushed against her cheek in response to her entreaty, his expression almost wondrous. Then, he quietly rasped.
"Take me in your mouth, little one."
She was hardly unwilling.
"Like this…desu?"
Her head lowered, lips parting, and he watched with glittering eyes as she slowly drew him into the soft, slick warmth of her mouth, carefully protecting him from her teeth. That deft, agile tongue of hers automatically started to sensually caress the broad underside of his cock, as she slid him deeper and deeper in, until she could no longer do so. Her hands cradled the rest of what she failed to take into that petite mouth. Her lips firmly encircled the width of his heated, pulsing flesh, and then she looked obediently at him, waiting for him to instruct her further. He swallowed hard, a bit dazed by the overwhelmingly erotic situation.
Gods, she wanted him to tell her exactly what he wanted from her. His pupils silently dilated at the explicitly carnal sight she made, his sweet little mate half naked and splayed over his thighs in careless abandon, his rigid length half lodged in her mouth as she quietly purred in her throat and suckled him softly. Dear god.
"Now, move..."
Truth to be told, she already knew instinctively how to please him. Friction. Hot, wet, sinful friction. With a careful slowness that was exquisitely torturous, she dragged her lips back up along his heavy erection, deliberately disgorging him from the tender sheathe of her oral cavity, all the way until he was almost free of this sweet torment, and then she sank back down quickly, engulfing him anew in an all too serpentine motion, delighting in the moan she wrung from him. Her fingers danced along the rest of his twitching member, and she repeated the motions again and again and again, her head bobbing up and down over his splayed thighs, her cheeks hollowing as she lapped and worked his male flesh with ardent dedication and pleasure.
He tasted faintly musky and salty to her, the flavor of his essence not entirely disagreeable to her, and Haru thought that it was something she could learn to enjoy, especially in conjunction with that stark sense of focused, barely restrained lust that seemed to have taken hold of his entirety, the electric, gratifying feel of his sexual enjoyment of her act stoking her own hypersensualized senses in turn; arousing him was arousing her. Her bright eyes locked attentively with his, taking her cues from his reactions to her ministrations…
He was satin slick and his rising need for her satisfyingly palpable cradled in the mesmerizing heat of her mouth, and her raspy tongue ran restless, eager patterns against the head of his penis even as she sucked hungrily at him like a favorite lollipop.
Another throaty groan of her name, his fingers tangled in her hair, no attempts to control her movements whatsoever, but…wordlessly appreciating her labor of love. His roughened admission of pleasure sounded so good to her. She hummed happily in response, bottom wiggling a bit in the air…and the exquisite vibrations of her vocal chords did…very interesting things to his physique.
Jesus.
His hips jerked on their own accord as she swirled her tongue along his slit, her hand moving to the top of his thigh to still him as his composure and self-control were quickly crumbling beneath the beguiling persuasions of her delicate fingers and mouth. He was certain that she would have no trouble whatsoever coaxing his tensely strung body into surrendering to her…but Dino had no intention of spending himself in his wife's mouth, enticing as the prospect was. He had a better plan.
Haru's jaw was starting to ache uncomfortably when Dino's hands cupped her face and drew her away from she had been doing. She whined softly in protest at the interruption, but then he leaned in and kissed her fiercely, quieting her discontentment. She melted into him, a bit overwhelmed by his assertiveness, as he swept his tongue into her mouth and tasted himself on her lips, and somehow, it was erotic as hell. He nipped at her lips, sucking hard enough to steal the breath from her lungs, one lean hand wrapped around the back of her neck to still her for his hungry, relentless plundering, the other reaching down between her thighs to cup her mound of Venus in an unusual display of possessiveness, before he pushed his fingers into her, first the index, and then the middle… She was so slippery with desire by then, her slick folds all lusciously puffy and flushed with acute arousal.
She cried out into his mouth, her bare hips bucking into his hand. The hem of the sweater was now bunched around her hips, and entirely forgotten as far as the pair was concerned. She bit at his mouth impatiently as he started to move his fingers in and out of her grasping body, and he growled softly, pulling away before she could do so again. So feisty and passionate, she was certainly quite the handful sometimes. It was just as well that he had two hands then, wasn't it?
He did not take long readying her, she was so jittery and on edge at that moment that she was about to jump out of her skin at his slightest stimuli. He slipped his dampened fingers from between her trembling legs, and spanned her slender waist instead, half lifting her, half nudging her onto her hands and knees on the mattress. She was a bit disoriented, but did not resist his directions. He followed closely behind her, one hand nudging her thighs to part wider, and then he rose over her, his whipcord lean form dwarfing her softer, feminine one, effortlessly mounting her. His head ducked down to press a lingering kiss over the curve of her shoulder, his golden hair brushing against and tickling her skin, and she bit her lips and squirmed antsily at the decadent hint of his heavy shaft nudging, teasing her wet, weeping entrance.
"Ha-hi…!"
He wasn't penetrating her yet, but was torturously tracing the slit of her womanhood with the tip of his erection. Haru wanted to scream. He was always so, so mean to her!
"Dino," she panted, tone begging.
It turned out that Dino wasn't being deliberately cruel to his cute little wife. Well, not too much, at least. The Cavallone Decimo plucked a couple of pillows strewn on the bed, folding one in half and then lodging them both beneath her lower belly, letting the padded cushions taking off some of the pressure from her trembling limbs. He brushed his palm lightly against the small of her back, watching as her body tightened near imperceptibly, reacting to his touch.
"Arch for me, beautiful," he drawled softly, and after a momentary pause, she slowly let her arms collapse and bowed forward, until her chest was resting on the mattress, her spine curving, like a graceful willow. She was so very exquisite, he thought not for the first time, taken by the subtle elegance of her flowing movement.
The motion also resulted in the delightful effect of her pert, shapely bottom lifting even higher in the air. Good girl.
He surged smoothly into her without warning, one deep thrust that completely sheathed him within her snug, slick heat, and she yelped faintly in surprise, her inner muscles twitching spasmodically as they struggled to accommodate his girth. Firmly embedded within her tight body, he stretched out languidly over her and nuzzled the back of her neck, pressing more butterfly kisses along that swanlike column of milky flesh, and she whimpered. His deft fingers drifted down to where they were intimately connected, and he started to gently rub her clitoris. Her mewls slowly grew louder in volume and intensity, as he concentrated on that one sole act of tantalizing her.
He whispered.
"Do you like it?"
He was parroting her words back to him, it took her a moment or two to realize. Incredibly restless and trying her hardest not to control her raging libido, she could only nod wordlessly, flushed and breathless.
"Good. Because I want nothing more than to please you, cara." His warm breath ghosted past the sensitive shell of her ear, and she could not help but let a moan slip when his hips started to circle deliberately against her softness, and he slowly withdrew, pulling out of her rippling, resisting form inch by painstaking inch, until only the mushroomed head of his length remain lodged in her. Then, a casual flex of his sleek, powerful flanks sent him effortlessly sliding home into her once more, and all the breath whooshed out of her lungs. She squeaked, feeling like she was going to pass out from the overstimulation very soon. The way she was carefully positioned by him ensured that she could feel every acute movement he made. Every glide. Every stroke.
Oh goodness. Oh. Goodness.
He paused again. Kissed her ear. His tongue lazily traced her lobe. She was starting to sob a bit with frustration.
"Tell me…what to do next."
She quickly burst out her frantic demand. He was driving her out of her mind!
"P-Please, please make l-love to Haru properly already!"
He knew, that he really, really ought not to bully her so much. But Dino just could not help it. The more he teased her, the more flustered and endearingly adorable she became. Dino was secretly very pleased, that he was the only one to get to see her in such a sweet state of disarray. It was a privilege that he was not looking to relinquish anytime soon. Another kiss marked her delicately clenched jaw, even as he murmured in a tone rich with masculine satisfaction, sinful like dark chocolate.
"Your wish is my pleasure."
The sense of restraint in the low bay of his voice was belied by the tension that ran taut along his leanly powerful physique, thrumming with a barely pent desire and intoxicating lust for the petite female whom he had caught under him. His loins separated briefly from hers, and then reunited with her quivering flanks with a swift, sure thrust. He rocked against her, slowly and deliberately at first, but the driving motions increased in intensity and fervor quickly enough, and each masterful plow of his hips sent his slender mate deeper into the bedspread. She dug her fingers into the sheets and held on for dear life, pleasure igniting on every nerve ending that he touched. Unngh.
She tossed her head to the side, and he was there, sealing her lips with his own, swallowing her cries of passion, mouths fused, tongues mating heavily just like how he was so vigorously making love to her. His arm wrapped around her middle felt like an unrelenting band, solid and so deliciously, fiercely possessive and needful of her, and she could not seem to get enough of his caresses, his attention, the wild, burning fervor that he stoked in her blood.
He knew that he should probably control his urges, check his strength more around her, be gentler because she was delicate and bruised so easily, but his little wife did not seem to care about all the insignificant little details at the moment. She boldly pushed her hips against him, whining demandingly in her throat, all those sexy, throaty vocalizations of encouragement and blatant enjoyment erupting from her just egging him on, and she moaned his name like a sweet prayer when he finally broke their hungry kiss and ended up marking her shoulder and upper back with many, many love bites.
The wet, explicit sounds of their union filled the bedroom. The musky smell of sex, the subtle scent of his cologne mingled with her own faintly floral fragrance, sweat and sizzling heat, breathlessness and the rumble of his voice reverberating against her back, as he told her how much he wanted her, as he whispered erotic little nothings in her ear…they all contributed to the growing restlessness and tension spreading in her belly and over her chest, until she was overwhelmed, until it felt as though her body could no longer take the strain of keeping it all contained within her.
He persisted with his heavy, relentless thrusts; piston-like motions that drove her to complete distraction. Her heart rate was spiking through the roof, her ribcage rising and falling rapidly as she panted, shuddering, starting to crest. He felt so good that she was fighting to keep him in her for as long as possible, rubbing up against him like a feline in heat, pressing her bottom into the cradle of his loins, but he pinned her down and continued to steadily drive her insane, fingers pinching lightly at the wet pink pearl nestled between her thighs at that exact, timely moment his emphatic stroke hit that sweet spot in her, and just like that, her legs buckled.
Her quivering inner walls bore down hard on him as the wave of her orgasm hit her, dragged her into its euphoric embrace, enticing her into surrender. She went stiff, a yell escaping her, muffled as she turned her head into the mattress and sank her teeth into the bed sheet, her expression one of rapture. The rippling effects of her orgasm did not take long to seduce him to his own completion as well. The rhythmic convulsions of her snug core made it very hard for him to concentrate on anything else but seeking his own fulfillment. She was all alluring tight heat and slick, velvet softness. His arm tautened around her middle and the pace of his strokes grew absolutely frantic, until with one last, forceful thrust, he buried himself deeply in her and gave in to the irresistible persuasions of her body. With a hoarse, guttural shout, he arched slightly as he coated her womb with potent clouds of pearlescent seed, his climax strong enough that his member pulsed as it continued to release semen into her welcoming, shuddering form.
Breathing hard from his exertions, he sank bonelessly on top of her, for a few seconds at least, before he finally gathered the presence of mind to take the bulk of his weight off her, rolling onto his side instead but drawing her along as well, so that he was spooning her, and they remained joined. She did not protest, still a bit sex-dazed, still catching her breath, post coital bliss like a drug slowly robbing her of any remaining strength that she might have left. Exhausted but pleasurably satisfied, she was quite happy to remain tangled in him, her sensitive body still twitching from the aftershocks of her orgasm, and she quietly purred in languid contentment…her features still rosy…and looking so thoroughly loved and worshipped.
Little goddess.
He sighed and pressed a small kiss onto the crown of her head, and she snuggled into him. She adored lovemaking with him. Every aspect, the foreplay, the main act itself, the aftermath…
"I love you," she uttered softly minutes later, as he was recovering from their mutual workout. "I love you," she repeated steadily, voice growing stronger, louder.
He paused. Stilled. Looked at her intently.
It was the first time she had said such a thing to him. A tender warmth slowly unfurled in the vicinity of his chest at her earnest confession, growing and growing, until he was completely filled to the brim with her infinite lightness.
"…Again. Tell me again."
She wiggled around in the circle of his arms to face him fully, her expression was soft, and sweet, sincere. By this point, there was no hesitation, no more doubt. Truth be told, her heart had belonged to him since quite some time ago. She just hadn't known how to properly tell him. Turned out that there was no 'proper way.' Turned out that there was no 'right time.'
This was perfect enough.
"I love you. I love you. I love you." She reached for him and interspersed each and every one of her declaration with soft, ardent kisses all over his face. On his jaw, his cheek, his nose, his lips. "I love you, Dino Cavallone," she sighed blissfully, feeling like the words had to be said right now, or her heart was going to explode from keeping all this happiness to herself for any longer.
His lips curved; he started to smile, and she was momentarily mesmerized by how elation lit up his handsome features. She emitted a laughing squeal when he hauled her bodily up to him and planted an ecstatic kiss on her own upturned lips. She was only too gleeful to reciprocate. She just wanted to let him know, she just wanted to let him hear the words, her heart's truth. That was all there was to it.
But her heart sang a song of its own too, when his heart replied.
"I love you too, Haru."
"…I approve."
"Of what, desu?"
She turned quizzically to her husband, the latter who was in the process of removing his clothes. Finally. They had been a bit…preoccupied earlier and hadn't actually put too much focus on this part, but now it was time to correct that oversight. Haru rested on her stomach in bed and watched as Dino shrugged out of his jacket and loosened his tie, unbuttoned his shirt… There was a casual grace in his movements that was very, very deliciously eye catching, and as always, Haru could not decide which she liked best; the sight of him taking off his suit, or the sight of him putting them on.
Both, she sighed inwardly. Yes. Both were equally good.
His suit was unfortunately crumpled by their vigorous activity earlier, but it wasn't unsalvageable. Haru's eyes greedily tracked the very nice view of her spouse's sleekly muscular pectorals, followed by his toned abdomen. She cradled her chin on the palms of her hands and continued to linger her attention along his torso, his very kissable torso. The young woman licked her lips and wondered if he would mind too much if she crawled all over him now to do just that. She hadn't had the chance to do so earlier, after all…
"Your sweater." He sounded faintly amused, as if finding her distracted demeanor entertaining.
She dragged her gaze reluctantly away from the teasing v-lines that ran adjacent to his narrow hips, disappearing down the waistline of his pants, nibbling on her lip at the same time. It took her awhile to figure out what he was talking about.
"My sweater, desu? Hahi? This sweater?" She pointed to the article of clothing which she was still currently wearing. She should probably change out of it soon but at the moment she was loathed to move. Besides, her husband was putting up a nice show for her and it would be rude not to pay attention.
His eyes gleamed with silent laughter…and mischief.
"Yes," he drawled. She was stretched out on the mattress with the duvet haphazardly draped over her lower half; her current attire was a bit lacking in coverage, after all – and she had muttered about cold legs (and cold behinds) before burrowing under the covers. "Though I don't think I can agree to let you test its capabilities on others, virgins or not." The lean, rangy blond teased as he padded over to his wife, reached over and tugged her out of bed, petting her rear end and receiving a disgruntled and somewhat fussy squeak from her in the process.
"Hahi! How can Haru wear this anywhere? It doesn't cover anything…" Her protests petered off a bit, and she blushed when he interjected, pulling her into the adjoining bathroom to clean up after their mutually…pleasurable interlude.
"I don't know…I'm quite partial to it now. Perhaps we should rechristen your outfit."
She looked dubiously, adorably confused.
"Heh?"
He flashed her a small, cheeky grin.
"Call it the 'husband-slaying' sweater. You can slay me anytime you want, Jo-chan."
"!"
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