WARNING SMUT AHEAD. if you wish to skip, go to the next line(___ )indicator. Did not write a full scene 

You guys, when I tell you how much I just couldn't write the whole scene omggggg...

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Before we could even close the door, our lips were entangled as if we were engaging in a battle of dominance. Fighting with each other to see who would be on top. Tongues clashing in a fit of passion and neediness, all the while my hand fumbled around with his shirt buttons, only for him to just end up ripping it in the first place.

Oh god, his body. Never failed to amaze me. Although I could see new, freshly made scars. I trailed them with my fingers as I felt his body shiver beneath them.

"They're from training," he said, his hand reaching the hem of my dress, pulling it up to feel like I was already ready for him.

"I don't like them," I said. Sadness laced in my voice. His fingers hesitated slightly before plunging into my underwear. An immediate fit of moans erupted from my mouth involuntarily.

"I'll try to be more careful next time, Princess," he growled as he captured my lips once more, his fingers plunging into my depths as he skillfully moved in and out. "You feel so hot. You want me, don't you?" He chuckled lowly against my lips

I shuddered under his hot breath fanning over the skin of my neck. "P-please," I managed to get out

He quickly slipped his fingers out from me and stopped the interaction as he forced me to look at him using his other hand. "Say it," He said deeply as he looked right into my lust-filled eyes. "Tell me you need me." Through his own eyes, I could tell his mind was clouded. The only thing behind them was the thought of me on him. Or him in me. The bulge in his pants was making it clearer by the second. This was him asking for permission.

He needed to know that he wasn't just another guy I needed in bed. The desperation in his voice gave him away. He needed to know that I truly did need him. Mind and body.

"I need you..." I whimpered just enough for him to hear. My legs were shaking, so obvious to him that I was in need.

That was enough for him. With one foul swoop and with one arm, mind you, he slung my body over his shoulder with only one goal in mind. The bedroom.

I let out a gentle 'oof' as he laid me down on the bed, fingers right back where they started as more noises erupt from the bottom of my very being.

"I never knew you could make faces like that.' He whispered to me as he watched me eagerly, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

My body shivered after every thrust of his fingers, the fit of moans only getting worse as I felt the familiar build up. "No," I managed to gasp out. "Not yet."

"Not yet, princess? What if I just..." and with that, his pace quickened, making it really hard for me to stay sane. My legs were twitching and tensing around his arm, and his other arm was keeping one of my legs down, giving him easier access.

When all of a sudden, I felt the familiar release, my juices seeping all over his features as he pulled them out. At first, he just watched as the milky liquid dripped down from his fingers with such intensity, almost as if just watching that was enough to satisfy him. And just as if he remembered that I was there, he gazed on my half-ruined body; he deemed himself not satisfied enough.

Before I could think again, he poked at my entrance softly with another one of his features, long and already creamy at the tip. "Let me take you." He looked at me eagerly, waiting as if he hadn't already taken me before. Back then, it was only for a night to just keep it like this. But his voice spoke as if in this instance it was so much more. I realized that he needed me just as much as I needed him.

"No," I said, catching him off guard by pushing him backward on the bed as he looked at me, hungry and not so patiently waiting, as he was starting to get handsy with himself. "Let me take you," I said, giving the tip a quick lip to prevent any spillage.

His lips buckled, trying to almost contain himself as he watched me intently as I took all of him in my mouth. I could see his eyes roll to the back of his head just like he did with me. I pulled out all the stops when it came to him. Every motion I knew that could send a needy man into a spiral, I did that and more. I knew it was working through the fit of delicious-sounding moans he gave me as a present. His arms tensed, showing all of his veins and muscles as he gripped onto the sheets for dear life. But I wasn't done.

I took him out of my mouth after the continuous motion, his feature throbbing in my hand, seemed almost as if he was at the edge. I smirked at him as I let it go, his eyes shooting back open to look and see what I was going to do next. I slowly started to position myself; panties that were once only to the side were now fully on the floor in a soaked mess. I began with smooth motions, rubbing myself on him to tease him only slightly while he kept his eyes closed in pure ecstasy, feeling it all before I forced an entrance.

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The first thing I felt when I woke was warmth. A heavy arm curled around my waist, while he was face down into my pillows, making me question if he was even breathing properly. My face burned instantly when I realized that we were both still completely naked.

Himari needs to know about this.

Hoshina's breathing was deep, steady, and for once, he wasn't already slipping out of bed to head to duty. I knew he had today off, too, which only made me want to enjoy this moment more. But my stomach had other ideas.

Carefully, I slid out from under his arm, trying not to wake him, and padded across the room. The first shirt I could find was his from last night, still on the floor. Smelled like expensive cologne I hadn't even realized he wore because I was too nervous about the date. I didn't bother with underwear. Too much effort.

By the time I got to the kitchen, I was humming to myself, pulling together breakfast. The smell of eggs and toast started to fill the air, comforting and warm, and I let myself relax, smiling as I plated everything up.

I glanced over my shoulder and nearly dropped the spatula. He was leaning against the doorway, hair messy, eyes still half-lidded from sleep, but the smirk he wore was sharp enough to cut me in half.

"You trying to kill me first thing in the morning?" His voice was low, husky, and very, very awake now.

Heat rushed to my face. "I was trying to make you breakfast," I shot back, lifting the plate a little too quickly as if to prove it.

"Mm." His gaze flicked down, then back up slowly, deliberately. "Looks like you're serving me something else, too."

My knees almost gave out. He was smirking like he already knew he'd won, and when he stepped closer, I felt my breath hitch. His hands slid to my hips, his chest brushing against my back, and my heart raced faster than the sizzling pan.

"I should've known I wouldn't wake up to just breakfast," he murmured against my ear, making me shiver