For those who tune in, thank you. I never imagined surpassing 5k views in such a short time. A bit shameless bringing up views but I'm taken back by those who read and seem to enjoy my works. In the future, hopefully, I can produce smuts that really shine and are worthy of gratification. But enough of that, the reviews!

Queen Bitch: I enjoyed writing that RagnaXKokonoe, too, along with Rachel pegging Ragna. That story I wrote a while back. If I can, perhaps I'll do more two in one's or maybe... three? Could be in the same setting as well, now that sounds like shenanigans!

Getrekttrash(?): Whether or not you make a new account... do strengthen your password.

Guest: I wonder when...? Hmm *looks away mischievously*

Beard Cutter: We discussed this already but this is just for responding sake. Thank you for taking the time out to give me your complete thoughts. I hope you'll continue onward.

Guest 2: I've been thinking to make one for Noel come Christmas, and thanks to more free time than ever, (don't quote me) I should be able to crank out the next one and one for Noel by Christmas.

Reviews taken care of, one more announcement: I didn't write this. Another user by the name of Ains Ooal Gown submitted this story to me earlier today with minimal editing from me. They deem themselves barely scraping the basics of erotic writing but I find they did a good job. And the idea of authors submitting their works is oddly fun. I'm wierd. Thanks to them, though, I can flesh out my draft for next chapter. Time to burn that midnight oil. I hope you enjoyed this like I had.

Chapter 6: Honeymoon

The time had finally come.

From the shower, dressed in a modest nightgown extended past her knees, Tsubaki stepped in. Jin froze as she quietly shut and locked the door, leaning up against it as if for support. He swallowed as he took in Tsubaki's damp hair and makeup-free face. Her mouth was slightly opened, as if she was stunned, and she didn't speak, but neither did he.

Thin fabric clung around her braless breasts, rosy nipples pronounced; he took in the swell of her hips down to her delicate toes. He let his eyes travel to her fingers where the ring pronouncing her his wife shined, back up the column of her neck running with droplets of water from her shower, and then back to her eyes, and he noticed she was taking him in as well.

Tsubaki absorbed the refined body of her husband. He stood before her in boxers alone, a sizable bulge taken shape, usual stern visage softened like it always had around her. Her heart raced like on the podium cheered by family and friends (especially Makoto shouting to kiss him already), faster somehow, face ashen with embarrassment.

Who moved first, neither was sure, but she was in his arms kissing him, and he felt her trembling, from her lips and her entire body up against him. His mind went blank. All he knew was his arms shook around her, too, as he tried to kiss her gently. He wanted to taste her, savor her, cherish her. She grew taller from years apart; almost at eye level now; he didn't need to bend over far to kiss her.

Over, over, and over again he met her lips, his shaking hands caressing her face, running through her hair, pulling her closer. She started sighing against him, her breath warm on his face. He scooped her up in his arms, raining kisses on her face as he swung her around and glanced over to locate the bed.

He strode over to gingerly lay her down but she squirmed against him and pulled him down onto her. Jin made an attempt to say something, but was cut off by her lips taking his forcefully, her tongue demanding his immediate presence, her hands reaching up to skim through his blond hair. All he could feel was her body under him, her softness against his hardness.

"You will surely be the death of me."

"It is death do us part, remember, Jin?" Tsubaki retook his mouth.

He groaned as her hands found his bare chest, scraping her nails as if she was trying to claw her way inside his heart, even though she was already there and would always be there. Before he knew quite what was happening, her hand traveled down to his cock, whimpering in his mouth.

Already his cock was wet at the tip as he slid his body against her, rocking, his hands hastily grabbing the hem of her nightshirt to rid her of it, moaning as he discovered she wore no panties underneath, madly wondering why he didn't notice when he was carrying her to bed or when he pressed up against her. It didn't matter, nothing mattered but his Tsubaki, naked and arching into him, grinding up, clutching his neck, scraping his back, trying to invite him inside.

He wanted to draw it out, this moment, this feel of abandon and love, he didn't want to give in to her so easily. He broke from her lips to lick down her neck, kissing her collarbone, continuing further as his mouth found her breasts, her nipples already rock hard for his tongue as his hands caressed her curves, and he marveled at how they were full, womanly, and perfect. Then again, she was always perfect to him.

He allowed his hands to explore her waist and over her hips and he marveled at the feel of her. He kissed her harder then, as his hand went lower to graze his pads across her mound, feeling she only had a slight strip of shaved hair, and then his fingers dipped down through her folds over her clit. She was so wet already as he caressed lower into her opening, and god she felt so soft and warmth seemed to radiate from her.

She gasped into his mouth and he felt her tense for a moment, and he stilled. Maybe it was too much, too soon - then her hand pushed into his shoulder, downwards, and he let two fingers slide deep inside her. He struggled for control as she moaned while he slowly moved inside her. He couldn't resist lowering himself down, licking her skin on the way, stopping for a slight swirl in her delicate belly button before making his way to her clit. He wanted to taste her.

She was sweet; it was a taste he would never forget. Her moans turned to little cries as he laved attention to every fold, every crevice, taking his time to discover each petal. So pink and lovely, so delicate and swollen and soaked against his tongue. He was mindless now as he removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue as far as it could go, curling inside to lap up what he could while flicking and moving in and out. Her cries were getting louder, deeper, and her grasped her hips, shoving her down on his tongue. He wanted to devour her.

Tsubaki had other wants. He felt her nails digging into the back of his head, pulling upwards; he withdrew his tongue and looked up at her, swallowing what juices were in his mouth, warm and sticky and entirely too good. She looked down at him and whimpered, pleading with her eyes. "Jin, come back here, please."

It took him only seconds to take her in his arms again and kiss her. Tsubaki responded by biting his lower lip and wrapping her long legs around his waist, pushing him against her. That was all it took as he slid into her. He heard her hiss with an intake of breath and he grabbed a thought in his head: he needed to be gentle with her. He was inside her, finally, after all this time.

She was perfect for him, so perfectly matched. He was home inside her, wet and warm and clinging. He stilled again, trying to savor the moment, but then Tsubaki broke away from his lips and huffed, spurring him on by pressing her legs into him and writhing. He moved to her will, setting a pace that he quickened at her insistence, he wasn't sure how long he would last but he wanted this to last forever. He raised up to look down at her and she reached for him, passionately kissing as they both melded into a blend of moans and gyrations.

Reaching down to massage her clit, he broke the kiss to look at her, his Tsubaki. His wife and lover. His soulmate and woman of his dreams. She had tears in her eyes as she stared into him and he rocked into her, harder, faster, and her moans increased as she met his thrusts, and he knew she was on the brink. He knew it, strove for it, until she closed her eyes and arched her neck, her breath hard, and she peaked. He could feel her pulses faint around him as he moved inside her as hard and fast as he could to ride out her climax as it came.

He watched her face; her expression of desire and bliss prompting his own orgasm, even as he watched the tears trickle down the sides of her temples. She cried out his name, over and over, and he choked out hers as well, relishing the sound of their names in passion from each others' lips as he spilled into her. For a moment everything went white and soundless and then he came down, panting.

Tsubaki opened her eyes, smiling with her kiss-swollen lips slightly parted, her legs tightening to keep him inside, her arms sliding up around his neck. He leaned in then to kiss away her tear streaks, thumbing over her lips while she kissed his finger.

"Tsubaki. I love you."

"I love you, too, Jin." Tsubaki flipped him on his back. Kisses charted a path from his neck, across his pectorals and abs, to his dick. She sucked softly up and off his cock, licking at the slit again for good measure and slid up his body while he groaned. There was nothing like the feel of her naked body against him. "I want to feel you inside me all night," she whispered. "I want to limp out of here. So let's see how many times we can make love until morning. Don't expect any sleep tonight."

Moaning, he flipped her over to her back and entered her without preamble.

Sleep was what the drive home was for.

Is it me... or do I see Ragna and Makoto fucking on the balcony? Where'd I put my binoculars...?