Headcanons & Imagines

The famous Eiffel Tower was fully illuminated on the French night, as if it were the only star in the sky darker than the feathers of a crow. The Seine was bustling with boats playing jazz and some couples dancing slowly in the open gardens.

Gabriel Agreste was a young punk who worked in a small hippie tent, where he styled clothes to his style. He always had a serious face and rarely gave small smiles, as if there were no reasons in his life to express joy. Or that’s what they thought, after all, when the young [Name] appeared, Agreste could barely contain her smile.

[Name], an aspiring actress and singer, performed small shows at the renowned Moulin Rouge, enchanting everyone who attended. And that’s how the young woman ended up meeting Gabriel, the boy she saw a huge talent as a fashion designer, asking her to prepare her clothes for the presentations, in which she accepted very willingly.

The relationship of both increased and intensified, making the romantic side of the Agreste flourish. Many thought that nothing could separate them. But the fame came to the boy, who began to travel around the world and dress the most internationally renowned, then, on one of these trips, Emilie appeared in the life of the French, who lost the ground when he met her. Just as Hades did with Persephone, Gabriel took Emilie to his world, making [Name] the Minta of the relationship.

Obviously the young woman suffered with the end of their relationship, wishing she had never met him. However, seeing him happy with those who left him radiant as she could not even, made his heart join the shards, overcoming and always cheering for the joy of the couple.

Years later the cycle of a loving relationship began to flow naturally, starting with the engagement and ending with the birth of the first and only child of the most influential couple in France and the world, Adrien Agreste, the child from the eyes of her loving parents.

Unfortunately, not all romance stories have happy endings. Emilie suddenly fell ill and died soon after, leaving her husband and son helpless. Gabriel never accepted the fact of losing his wife, doing everything so that his son had the best education and that nothing was missing him, even if it meant distancing himself and putting an iron hand in that small family.

Adrien no longer accepted being manipulated and living in the torment of his confused mind due to the hard hand of his beloved father. He understood that Gabriel did all that for his own good, after all, he lost his true love too soon. However, everything existed a limit and, unfortunately, Gabriel was crossing the limits.

As soon as the son of the greatest fashion designer in Paris began to relate to Marinette Dupain-Cheng, he decided to take time off and traveled with the girl to Shanghai, using as a pretext the opening of his new store in the other country, leaving his father alone in that huge mansion in central Paris.

And again, Gabriel was alone.

Like most people who find themselves lonely, both mentally and physically, feelings of nostalgia were surrounding the designer. Almost every time he found himself remembering his punk times, where he worked alongside the Seine and dated [Nome]. Maybe if you’d stayed with her, none of that would be happening.

Recalling his former passion of youth, an inspiration for a new collection came to his mind: tight dresses on the bust part and rotated in her skirts, lots of sparkle and the colors vary black, red and gold.

Gabriel could imagine [Nome] being the main model of his new collection. When I closed my eyes, I could see her walking on the catwalks with a black lace corselet that descended to a short skirt full of ruffles detailed in crimson, her beautiful long legs would be covered with a sockpants with drawn flowers and a glowing red feather adornment in their hair. [Name] would be perfect, a real representative of one of the most famous places in Paris.

A few days passed, almost dragged, inside the private studio of the Agreste. On their tables and floors were scattered all the sketches of new clothes. In his untouchable world, in the few moments of peace, he was interrupted by the bodyguard and driver, who came to warn that a letter had arrived, but that, unlike the others, it was not from someone known or an invitation.

At the time, he just ignored and left the card lying on his desk, didn’t even look at who sent it. A few hours later, after an outbreak of shaking a line of a skirt, as soon as he sat down, he took the letter and opened it, making a tear run down the corner of his cheek and falling soon after on the yellowish paper. Gabriel would recognize in a thousand years that handwriting, after all, had not changed anything.

[...]

For my love.

Gabriel, I’ve been thinking about you for years.

Whenever I see you in the tabloids or your son’s picture, I think about writing you, but I lack the courage.

Since he married Emilie I root for his happiness and cried when I heard of her passing. I wonder what you must have gone through with your son, I know it wasn’t easy, but you’re strong.

I’m sending this message because I have a short time left and did not want to die with something choking me for so long. After all, it’s been seconds, minutes, hours, months and years that I’ve been trying to tell you what drowns my heart in a succinct and beautiful way, but what I have to say has not much to shorten.

I, [Name], have always loved you Gabriel and will always love, but I will die. And I swear, on my deathbed, I will only think of you.

Always yours, [Name].

[...]

At the end of the letter, Gabriel was in tears with tears running down his thin cheeks. Many years ago I did not feel fear, pain and anguish as I was feeling at that moment. He reread that letter several times, trying to understand what had happened and how time had escaped between his fingers.

Soon Agreste called his employees and asked them to send the best fabrics to his mansion and a manual sewing machine was quickly installed in his office. He took one of the most beautiful sketches he had there, making the mold and starting the work of cutting and sewing, for the dress that was there designed by himself.

Gabriel still had the measures of [Nome] stored in a small agenda that he kept as a memory of that time. She’d be grateful to have kept that infallible good. When he finished assembling the garment, he asked his driver to take him to the address of that letter, to then find that old passion that made the flames of his heart light up again.

His hands trembled at the moment of squeezing the bell and the cold sweat dripped all over his body. As soon as the door opened, and their eyes crossed with those of [Nome], the only thing they could do at the time was to hug each other, while tears washed away all the negative feelings that were hovering over them.

"My sweet [Name], I never forgot you".

Her hands squeezed tightly the designer’s haute couture and well-done clothes, as if that could prove to her eyes that Gabriel was there of his own free will.

"I always loved you"

She almost couldn’t talk.

[Name] was in front of him. A little thinner, deeper eyes, pale cheeks and dull hair; really, did not lavish the beauty of a healthy person, but the smile proved that it was the bold girl who always loved. Gabriel was always quite sure that the gods loved those who dared and [Nome] was one of these people, but something within her had abandoned her.

Inside the living room of [Nome’s] house were photos of her performances at the Moulin Rouge, auditorium programs she was invited to and even photos of her youth with Gabriel. There were several Affairs in the life of [Nome], but never married or joined things up with someone else, it was always just her and herself.

"There was no other man in my life, Gabriel. You were the only one".

"I feel honored. I brought you a gift".

[Nome] sat in an antique wine-tone armchair and took the large white box with a huge golden bow on top. She opened it slowly, as if her fingers did not have the strength to undo the bow, and then pulled the dress out, making her lose her words.

"As always, it’s perfect!"

She put the dress in front of her and looked at a small round mirror in her living room to see how that dress looked.

"I still had your measurements saved, this dress is unique and there will be no other".

[Name] smiled, then folded the dress and put it back in the box. She took a serious look and continued:

"I’m so sorry for Emilie, I know she was the love of her life".

"My heart is big".

"I know, but I’ll be dead in a few months. Maybe weeks".

Gabriel just turned his face and took a sip of the tea [Nome] served.

"Glad to see you again".

"You’re not gonna die, I’ll pay for whatever treatment it is".

[Nome] stood up and went to him, then hugged him strongly, as he did when he felt that Agreste was down and was returned.

"I already find myself in the palliatives".

Agreste took the hand of his passion and gave a chaste kiss.

"But we just met again".

"The journey ends with the lovers meeting. Do you remember our phrase?"

Gabriel was feeling fragile, brittle and vulnerable, things he hated to feel. If he himself were not the person who akumatized others, he would be transformed at that moment.

"Then stay with me until the end".

The designer then just quietly agreed.

From that moment on, Gabriel stopped staying in his immensely lonely mansion, even freeing Adrien and Marinette from their brotherly concerns. I was thinking a little more about you and [Nome], with which you began to spend more time, taking her for a walk in the places they walked when they were younger.

When they were still a daring punk couple.

Now they were older and with other worries, hair turning gray and less fervor of longer walks. Life did this, gradually shaping each one with their obstacles, so that when they got older, they would enjoy the little time left.

However, Gabriel had to give his arm to twist. No model looked so good in her custom-made clothes as [Nome] and when she stood in front of the city lights, which illuminated the darkest night, there was no work of art that came close.

Like fire in gunpowder, violent joys have violent ends. [Nome] was hospitalized in serious condition, causing the heart of Agreste to break again.

"Why did you fall in love with me?"

Gabriel enjoyed the moments when she was still lucid and not so tired.

"Because you’re my favorite villain".

"Am I a villain?"

"Well, it did".

He combed the hair of [Nome], who could barely lift his arms.

"You know, that attitude and punk look. I always had a preference for villains, I never liked heroes".

"May I ask why?"

She stopped for a while, fixed the oxygen catheter in her nostrils, waited a few seconds and started talking again.

"A hero would sacrifice you for the greater good, but the villain would set the world on fire to have you".

Agreste smiled, because that’s exactly what he did with the miraculous butterfly.

"Besides, the villain has a good heart and an immense love to give to those who really deserve it".

He then sat on the corner of the stretcher and smiled:

"Just know that I would do anything to have more time with you".

"I am happy to have shared more time with you these days".

That afternoon, on his last visit to the intensive care unit, [Nome] had already begun to show improvement in death. Gabriel recognized those signs from afar. Then, before leaving, he gave a small chaste kiss on his forehead and said:

"[Name], I will love you even when everyone dies and no one else remembers us, and we are nothing but stardust wandering through infinite space".

The actress who made her career in the well-known Moulin Rouge could not even answer. I was too tired to say anything, but the smile and a tear managed to express everything I had to thank his former love.

At two and fifty-two in the morning, [Name] died. Gabriel was already expecting the call, had not even slept during the night and organized everything for the last farewell of his first love.

It was almost one o'clock in the morning. The meeting with all of Bonten's high ranking members had taken longer than expected to decide what they would do with a group of traitors located in one of the gang's sheds. Kakucho Hitto, Mikey's new right-hand man, was tired and wished only for a hot bath and to eat the food that s/o had left prepared for him and then to sleep beside him.

As usual, the house was tidy and the food was ready to heat up in the oven. On the table was an ultrasound of the baby that his beloved bride was expecting, showing that everything was fine and that he was growing in a healthy way. Moved by the image in his hands, Kakucho could not even eat his dinner; he just ate some fruit from the refrigerator and went to take a shower.

After taking a shower, Kakucho entered the room and saw s/o sleeping soundly, her hair tangled on the pillow, the covers pulled up, and her pajama top rolled up over her five-month pregnant belly. This scene somehow seemed cozy and nostalgic to the young man who was to be a first-time father.

Kakucho loved s/o intensely, a feeling reciprocated by the young woman who was now fast asleep, enough to not feel the thin stream of saliva running from the corners of her lips. Bonten's number three bent down and placed a kiss on his fiancée's forehead. Her bulging belly was even more exposed. He whispered a "goodnight" and knelt in the middle of the bed, facing s/o's belly.

The days and months went by too fast, as it didn't seem like a week had passed since the discovery of her pregnancy. Her commitments with Bonten were always getting in the way of company to the ultrasounds and some shopping. But he never left her alone. She would ask the most trusted men to accompany her. Sometimes Ran Haitani and Takeomi Akashi would stop by to see how they were doing and accompany s/o to the trousseau shopping so she wouldn't carry any weight.

The calloused hands that had struggled so hard without any instruments to protect them, the same ones that had caressed his delicate bride zealously, now slowly caressed her belly while whispering sweet nothings to the child that lay there. Hitto could not control his curiosity and anxiety to meet the new human being that would be between them in four months. The boy they were expecting seemed to be quite healthy and would be a little faster than the other children. From the reports of his classmates, I knew that he was always moving and stirring. But Kakucho had never had the chance to feel his movements.

- Big boy, are you taking good care of mommy? - Kakucho asked laughing.

The stretch marks that had appeared on S/o's belly seemed smaller from the moment she had decided to start using almond oil and other homemade means to avoid them. She had also put on a little weight, making her look cuter. Kakucho was smiling and grateful to be able to have a family that she had always dreamed of having.

- Daddy is looking forward to meeting you.

Then a strong kick landed in Kakucho's hand, surprising him. He couldn't help but remain static from the surprise and let a few tears stream down his face.

- Do you recognize my voice now?

Then one more kick.

- Your daddy is here - Kakucho placed a kiss on his belly, wishing the child could feel the affection.

While the young Bonten executive was thrilled, feeling his son's movements for the first time, he didn't even notice that s/he had woken up by the movements in her womb and witnessing the pleasant scene in front of her. The young woman reached out and stroked his medium length hair and smiled.

Kakucho turned and smiled at his beloved.

- He recognized me.

The young woman sat up, placing her fiancé's head on her lap, letting him feel the baby while she caressed her own belly.

- Of course he did. He knows that his father is the strongest man in the Bonten and works hard to protect the family.

He then started kissing his belly and whispering how much he loved that child and was not waiting for the moment when he would be able to pick him up. Then he stood up and distributed several kisses over the young girl's face. Then he sealed his lips on hers, hugging her tightly.

- I love you both so much. You have no idea.

S/o hugged him back and then placed a kiss on the scar that cut his face and had blinded him.

- And we both love you, baby.

That night, Kakucho could barely of excitement as he lay there feeling the baby that refused to settle down. He could already imagine arriving and telling Ran and Takeomi that the child already recognized him and that he had been able to feel him kick for the first time. Maybe Kakucho would stay closer to Mikey because of his childish tastes for food and would take even more care of Sanzu, since when he was out of his mind he looked like a child with his tantrums. 

❣ Vanilla Sex, oh man, he’s a gentleman, loves a vanilla sex;

❣MANY WORDS OF AFFIRMATION! "My love", "So good for me", "so perfect"…;

❣ Many quickies, after all, living with the Mugiwara’s does not give you much privacy;

❣ He likes BDSM and Shibari;

❣ Very sensitive, he is a man who loves to be touched and exchange glances, a look with ulterior motives can light it;

❣ If he likes it, he’ll risk public sex, but otherwise he prefers privacy;

❣ He is a man of thighs, his thighs are the temptation for this man;

Somewhere in the sea of Japan

Fishing Vessel Black Dragons

The morning had been calm, the cages that threw into the sea had not been able to catch a good load of crabs or any other fish that ventured a little deeper. Nothing seemed out of place at that time. Shinichiro was still pestering the captain in order to be able to date his daughter when they returned to the mainland, where the man who owned and led the ship, continued to firmly refuse; Takeomi walked with his cigarette on his lips complaining that they could not continue taking so little load and that someone should convince the captain to change the route a little; while Benkei with Wakasa, playing cards after cleaning the deck. With just a few miles to go to the last cages, Benkei went close to the bow to watch the sea being cut by the huge vessel, something made the chest of the twenty-seven-year-old suddenly tighten, as a warning that something bad is ready to happen. However, he just ignored and continued with his routine activities. Arashi’s grayish eyes stared at that ocean expanse, as if something kept trying to warn him, as if a pair of invisible eyes burned his back every time he watched his second home off the ground. “Benkei! We are coming, prepare the hooks!” 

Imaushi shouted warning his colleague.

The man of one meter and ninety-four began to prepare the hooks while Takeomi warned how long and the distance they were in the buoys of the cages, however, a lightning cut the sky and thunder announcing what was being guarded, Akashi shouted for Wakasa to also go to the deck to help them before the rain arrived. “How many are still missing?”

 Keizo questioned while emptying the third cage of the night. The rain gradually intensified, the waves gradually increased as the rays hit the sea and made everyone shiver; another fishing ship passed them, in which the captain passed a radio to the Black Dragons, warning that even the Japanese navy was concerned about the rapid change of weather and that they had already contacted them warning them to leave the cages to take off the next morning when the rain ceased. But the captain of the ship on which Keizo worked just ignored and ordered them to continue.

“When I have my fishing boat, I will not force anyone to work in the storm”

 Shinichiro commented. “I’m sure he’ll be spending more time flirting than working after all” 

Benkei provoked him. The boys laughed as Sano threw a small crab at Takeomi that continued the provocation, Wakasa continued to help Arashi empty the cages and save them for the next morning. They did not even notice the waves increasing and turning the boat more and more, almost touching the windows of the first floors in the tide revolt; not even the fish dared to show their faces at that moment, as if they knew what would happen. 

In the distance, a pair of zealous eyes watched with curiosity that vessel that still insisted on working while the other boats tried to find a region a little less turbulent. From the bearded and grumpy man who lived drinking rum on the highest part of the ship to those jovial boys, the only human being who caught the attention of the young girl he watched was the tallest and lived on the bow to observe marine life. He always watched him underwater, accompanying him even if he did not notice. 

So the worst that could happen on the high seas between ships happened. During a huge wave, in which Black Dragons nearly capsized and sank, he ended up getting involved in an accident with a whaling ship that came opposite from them. The hull cracked, most of the fishing was gone and the sea continued dragging the whaler against them; the captain had fainted when hitting his head against the wheel of the rudder, Wakasa fell into the sea and disappeared among the waves while Shinichiro ran after some signal, Takeomi held onto some ropes and hooks, Keizo who just like Imaushi had a little less luck, the cages dragged him into the waves. Benkei saw the yellowish lights of the ships' lamps, the waves crashing into the broken hulls, the bubbles of oxygen leaving his lips and nostrils, the cold spreading in his body; he tried to resist, just as he was getting into a fight, but his great and strong body was no match for the strength of the sea, the more he tried to pull himself up, the lower he went. The dark waters like Azevich stones looked like heavy veils that pulled its limbs down and tried to invade its body with a notorious force. He never imagined himself dying like that. Benkei didn’t want to die there, in the middle of the sea, which he considered a home. He couldn’t. Before he lost consciousness, he felt a small hand resting on his tattooed shoulder, blurred by iodine and sea sodium tried to see who it was, thinking it was Wakasa. But it was something different, a small and delicate hand, flattened as if it were an interdigital membrane; two eyes that seemed to illuminate the darkness of the night in the ocean and as simple as a deer about to be run over. Keizo Arashi wanted to resist and know if it was real or just an image created by his confused mind and with little oxygen, but failed, he had been unconscious by several factors. 

The hot sun burned the face of the young man, his body was sore and he felt very cold, his memories were still too confused to be able to trust faithfully in them, the sound of the sea was so close and his left ear seemed covered. As soon as he opened his eyes, he noticed some seagulls flying over him, as soon as he turned he noticed being on top of a rock near a beach with bumps hitting against it. He remembered the boat being broken by another, his friends desperate and he falling overboard, from that moment on, could not imagine what had happened. Wondering if the waves had dragged him there. But as soon as he put his hand to the side to give a support to be able to lift his body, he felt wet strands of hair and a grunt, when he turned, he noticed a young woman with long hair, naked from the waist up and with a frightened look. He did something he never imagined doing when he saw himself waking up next to a young lady: he just screamed scared, causing her to hide underwater. It was then that he saw a huge multicolored tail coming out of the sea and back. After the initial seconds that caused them strangeness, Benkei noticed that the moment he thought would drown with a hand on his shoulder was not the work of his oxygen-starved mind, but that girl in front of him. A true mermaid, as beautiful as in the tales and as shy as a blossoming flower. She stood in front of him, offering algae and mussels with an attempt at a smile, pushing her two hands into that meal that could be shared between them. However, he denied it, still could not eat, was digesting all the information from the night before. "Do you understand me?" he asked. The mermaid looked thoughtfully, head slightly to the side, trying to understand the words that the man spoke calmly. "Little..."  answered with difficulty. "You saved me, didn’t you?" The half-fish maiden just nodded silently, still trying to make him eat the meal she had gone after for him. "I’ll take that as a yes". Benkei looked at the beach that was near the rock, in a few strokes he could reach the coast and look for help. But he was still tired and on his leg he had a big wound, perhaps made by the cages irons that led him to meet the young mystical creature. "Are there others like me around here? " The young woman showed the design on the shirt of Keizo’s uniform and then pointed to the sea as she nodded. "I get it. What’s your name? I’m Keizo, but you can call me Benkei". "Benkei is a great..." "That’s right!  And you are?" She just denied it. "I can not call you mermaid and creature, would be cruel to my savior". Her eyes just focused on that huge bruise on the sailor’s leg, so she made a sign with her hand that she had membranes and went back to the bottom of the sea. Benkei was still thinking of a name for that creature, Besides still being controlling her nerves by having met a mystical creature and being able to touch her so casually. After all, he was in front of a mermaid. As soon as she returned, he noticed a Nautilus shell in his hands and inside a pasty thing in shades of green, Keizo stepped back a little, but the mermaid pulled his leg and passed that substance on him, making him burn and he let out a grunt and a low swearing. Then when he watched his skin had recovered and closed the wound almost magically. "I know, I’ll call you [Name], suits you, what do you think?" She looked at him and smiled naturally. "[Name]" repeated in agreement. He stood up, noting that he still had his penknife tied around his waist and that his identification necklace was still around his neck. Again he caught himself looking at the beach, could not stand there on that rock waiting for some ship to appear and do something to draw attention. On the beach he would have more chances, even if it was to try to make a fire so that the smoke caught someone’s attention. As he sat on the rock and prepared to swim, [Nome], the newly named mermaid, approached with concern, but he managed to calm her by showing that he needed to get to shore. 

She swam side by side with him, like a worried mother with her cub who will decide to explore the world. [Name] watched the way he swam, always approaching to see if he was okay or trying to fend off some more curious fish that were not afraid of humans. As soon as he arrived in the sand, he promised that he would take a walk to explore the place and return to stay close to his savior. And so he did. For ten days in a row, [Nome] brought fish and other sea creatures that Keizo could eat after roasting in his makeshift bonfire; he managed to make a small hut to spend the night and protect himself from animals and time, taught a little more words to [Nome] who seemed to admire him more and more; only being frightened when he ascended the huge fire at night to try to get attention of some vessel. However, during those ten days, no ship crossed horizons. "You know [Nome], I did not imagine myself going to a deserted island or meeting a mermaid". "Is that bad, Benkei?" The sailor found it funny the way she always ended up calling her name at the end of the sentences. "No, I think everything has a reason. And the reason I fell from the Black Dragons was to meet you." He smiled. The mystical sea creature was so happy with the answer that it swam out while jumping some waves and then disappeared further to the bottom, a behavior that Arashi learned to appreciate by showing the true feelings of a new friendship even though he missed his dear friends with whom he spent so much time on that fishing ship. "To you, Benkei". [Nome] had brought from the bottom of the sea another Nautilus shell, larger than the one that had the substance that healed his deep wound without even leaving scars. He picked it up and smiled, thanking the gift of his new dear friend. "Besides being a savior, it’s great to choose gifts". The nights seemed to arrive faster on that islet, the bonfire was already lit with three fish being roasted by Benkei’s skillful hands as he told about his summer vacation as a child and visited the beaches of Okinawa and how he loved to see those clear sands. "[Name], you should go to Okinawa, it’s beautiful there. I wanted to visit that place one more time." The mermaid who was sitting on the sand watching the shipwrecked sailor just listened carefully. "Are there more of you, all over this sea? I mean, mermaids and triplets?" Both were silent for a while. "Not everyone is a good Benkei. [name], likes to stay away". "I see, humans also have very bad ones". When the boy went to deliver a roasted fish skewer to [Nome] noticed that there was a greasy fishing net at the end of his muscular tail, so he approached meticulously and grabbed his switchblade, cutting the rope. The mermaid then raised her tail and found herself free of that object that hurt her so much, managing to move her most powerful muscle without feeling hurt. "Benkei is my savior." Then he sat beside her as he dined, watching the vastness of the sea and how unstable he could be. In one moment he was calm and in the other he shocked ships for fun, but even so, he could not stop admiring him. The next morning the boy woke up with the mermaid throwing small boulders from the bottom of the ocean and shells in his makeshift cabin, frightened, he went out and saw that on the horizon there was a huge cargo ship passing by. Without thinking twice, he took the first aid kit he found on the beach a few days ago and fired the flare, which minutes later was answered with some light signals coming from the freighter. "I’m safe!" he shouted and jumped with happiness. The mermaid who slowly retreated to the waters where she came from was stopped by Keizo who hugged her while thanking her for having helped him so much, but that was when he realized that he could no longer see her. "Our friendship is over [Name]?" She denied. "We’ll always be friends, Benkei." Then the mermaid opened the boy’s hand while whispering something in his ear, as soon as a boat started approaching the island, [Name] had already disappeared, this time, without appearing again while Benkei went away. In his hand remained his last and most memorable memory of that creature so magnificent with whom he had befriended. Everyone on the freighter recognized the boy, saying that the accident of his old vessel had appeared in several news programs around the world and that they were still looking for survivors. Benkei, Takeomi and Shinichiro had been the only ones still found alive after that storm; the Japanese marine guard went to meet him to interrogate him and ask how he had survived so long at sea and on an islet far from everything, in which Arashi responded to having been lucky with a little supernatural help.

[...]

Two years later

Slender fingers with medium nails with just a satin base on top dialed a number saved on her own cell phone, however, it just stayed on calls and then went to voicemail, leaving S/o increasingly disappointed in her beloved boyfriend . He understood very well that Takashi needed to focus on his fine sewing clothing designer creations, especially when his first and big show was being prepared and he needed to put some final touches, this was already time consuming, to help one of the models had become pregnant and not could participate more. Much to her regret, Luna, who was not very fond of being in public, would have to take the spot and Mitsuya was remodeling the entire dress for her little sister. However, the young S/o wanted him to take a little break on the white day to be able to present him with a box of chocolates from his favorite brand, however, when it came to his works he made no exception and spent days locked in his small studio. Even his sisters were forbidden to enter, the only one who still risked being kicked out of Takashi's holy place was Hakai, who kept yelling at his childhood best friend to leave so they could talk or do whatever they did when they were in gangs, but just like s/o, he was rejected. s/o looked up to find one of the parks with the cherry and wisteria trees in full bloom with couples walking hand in hand as they snapped some pictures and shared some snacks under the newly bloomed flowers. He wanted to share that day and moment with his beloved boyfriend, but it would have to pass, after all, he had already called more than three times and he didn't even answer. It was then that his smartphone rang and with hope he answered quickly without even looking at who was making the call, even letting his timbre denounce his anxiety to be able to talk to Takashi. "Hello!?" "Hello? [Name], it's Luna! How are you?" Then disappointment hit. "Hi Luna, how are you doing?" "We're leaving, but I called you to ask a favor!"

S/o sat on a small wall in an interior decoration store while letting the young woman talk about her busy day of being her older brother's assistant and model, until she decided to reach the end which was the favor she needed. "Big brother hasn't had anything to eat all day, could you bring him something and convince him to eat?" Luna asked in a pleading voice. Then a new ray of hope appeared in the young woman's chest which she raised with a huge smile on her face. "Of course dear! I'll go to his studio right away." He quickly went to one of the thousands of seven-elevens scattered across Tokyo, bought a bento that had the foods and side dishes Mitsuya liked best and two cans of lemon melon flavored soda. Dessert would be the chocolates he had ordered for him. The subway line was slower than usual as it was crowded all day, but that was nothing for someone who waited almost all day to try to steal a simpleton and genuine smile from their lover. As soon as he arrived in front of the studio, a shyness took over his chest, he tried to arrange his clothes even though they were in perfect condition. The young woman rang the bell that sounded inside that place, heard some things fall and then the door opened. And then, s/o, you can see him. Takashi had a tired face, slightly stubbled beard, eyes sunken. However, his beauty and calm remained intact, as if the stress and worry couldn't quite hit him. "Luna, I already told you…" then he noticed who was in front of him. "y/o, what are you doing here so late?" "Didn't like the surprise?" Mitsuya took a few steps to the side, letting the young woman enter the studio. "Actually, I'm delighted." The studio was dark, with only the stylist's desk lit with a yellow light on top of several sketches of couture dresses and a few crumpled sketch sheets scattered in various places on the floor. S/o straightened out the crayons, papers, fabric swatches, and a few other things that were disorganized on the table, putting the bento on top and getting two disposable cups and putting down the sodas. "I'm not hungry".

"Taka-chan, your works won't escape. And I don't want to have to end up in a hospital because my boyfriend doesn't want to eat out of pure selfishness." Mitsuya rolled her eyes. "I need to finish this in time." "It'll be over. Just sit down and eat." Annoyed, he did what she asked. His stomach rumbled from being empty for many hours, even his hands were slightly trembling, his skin even looked a little paler than usual. As soon as he finished his meal, without even having left a grain of gohan in the package, the young stylist's girlfriend took the chocolate package from her bag, in which the young man's eyes widened. He'd forgotten what day it was, that had to be one of the reasons he hadn't had a girlfriend in his late twenties. "Happy white day!" "Oh thank you very much". Takashi opened the package and made a point of saving some for his younger sisters, the rest decided to share with his girlfriend how much he apologized for not being able to answer the calls she had made, but that they could have the end of that day together, since he needed a model to be able to finish giving some stitches and adjustments that were missing. "Dress for me, please." Mitsuya picked up a magenta-colored dress with some golden sparkles running down the train, the tulle embroidered in delicate flowers that made a perfect romantic complement to the fall-winter collection he was designing. Even with a little shyness, he made the request of his boyfriend, wearing that haute couture garment that was close to the body, valuing each of the girl's curves; the color seemed to have been designed exactly for her, as if they were a perfect match, a yin yang. S/o didn't really know how to walk with those heels to try on such a long dress, much less how to avoid tripping over those long cloths, she walked awkwardly like a penguin, but something made her smile continuously. As soon as the young woman appeared in front of her boyfriend, he was stunned to see her dressed in her most precious creation. Not even the international model who was delighted with her work and offered her free modeling in exchange for a piece of clothing he made had gone down so well. The light, flowing fabric brought a new kind of aura to the young woman, as it deified her in a way that not even Van Gogh could portray in his masterpieces, Mitsuya could only feel privileged to be able to see her.

Galaxies seemed to collide inside the stylist's chest, as if he had just woken up after long years under a thick layer of snow and could once again see the abundant nature around him. He felt alive again.

"Well, what did you think?"

S/o questioned giving a slight twirl, almost falling over by tripping over her own feet. Takashi stifled a laugh, then went back to his serious face, picked up his measuring tape and started measuring some parts and placing pins in spare fabric parts. The young woman's eyes followed Mitsuya's hands, as they were skillful and delicate, no one looking at them could tell that those hands not only sewed, but had also punched several people in gang fights. Then, a brief laugh escaped her lips. The beautiful lavender orbs lifted, staring at his beloved girlfriend who was looking the other way, trying to hold back a comment between giggles.

"What there was?"

"Anything."

"So I turned into a clown?"

S/o turned around abruptly, poking herself with a white-headed pin that made her let out a brief gasp of pain and look back at the boy.

"How it is?"

Takashi placed a pin in the hem of her dress, then took out the two pins that her lips were holding and just smiled.

"You look at me and laugh, I must be really funny, don't I?"

"What?! No, nothing like that. I was just thinking about something."

Mitsuya got up and walked over to her table where he leaned, made a brief movement with his right arm for her to continue talking.

"It's funny to know about your delinquent background. You know, you're a stylist, your hands aren't calloused, and you're a great homemaker."

He laughed.

"You know, when I think of delinquents, it's those nasty, dirty, obscenity-speaking guys. Stuff like that."

The stylist approached, offering a hand to give a balance point to the girlfriend who was trying to get down from where she was in the dress with a thin print that was getting the final adjustments. He approached the young woman, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear and then spoke:

"And what changed your thoughts?"

S/o paused, as if he was thinking.

“I think a certain delinquent who loves fashion and has a tattoo on his head".

Then Mitsuya pulled her closer to him, kissing the soft lips he craved so much when he saw her dressed in that dress. It was her downfall, her greatest sin, which she proudly boasted of having committed: managing to tarnish those lips. The warm and soft tongue against his, sliding between her lips and the brief bites on her lower lip made the girl surrender more and more to the moment and the one who knew all the tricks and means to make the girl's body surrender each time. time more. The boy's hands were slowly going down the seams of the back of that garment, removing all the buttons from the buttonholes and making some fly away by the force used to get him out of that body he loved to adore. Mitsuya's kisses started to go down his girlfriend's neck, his warm lips touched the thin and exposed epidermis that called him, the sweet fragrance perfume started to intoxicate his senses in a seductive way, going down to the lap of s/o's breasts . S/o's hands went up to her lilac hair and a mohawk, which left the tattoo identical to Draken's, the fuller lips Takashi's were addicted to her boyfriend's. The stubble tickled his skin as he was stripped, the icy air in the room made her shiver and feel arousal take over her core. "Taka!" However, the stylist's hands went down the exposed neckline, passing his slender fingers under the cup and reaching her areolas and nipples, where he began to stimulate them. s/o's legs slowly opened to accommodate him better and closer to her, letting lust speak louder. Mitsuya pressed her against his desk, pushing everything on top out and supporting her, causing her to spread her legs wider and wrapping the fabric from her tail to s/o's hip. The thin beige fabric that protected s/o's private parts had a stain indicating how aroused she was at that moment, helping Mitsuya to show her breasts. s / o felt her boyfriend's strong legs going to where the zipper of his jeans was, feeling a bulge that his phallic member made due to his awakening. With his hands slightly clumsy, he managed to lower Takashi's pants and underwear with his help, making his member jump and keep touching the young woman's covered belly, who began to massage him in repeated back-and-forth movements.

The icy wind of early winter whipped the thick cold clothes of the young girl [Name], who fiddled with her smartphone, and occasionally moved her legs so that the blood circulated after so long standing in the same position. However, that wasn't even a big nuisance, she just wanted to see him.

How long had it been since she'd seen him in person? [Name] would like to be able to personally remember the touch of his skin, the indigo tone of his intense orbs, touch his thin, dry lips that taste like cigarettes mixed with peppermint gum, and, above all, hear his husky voice again. [Name] she needed Zenon Zogratis as a flower needs sunlight to carry out photosynthesis.

The young woman who was finishing her course in social communication didn't blame him for choosing a military career and fighting wars that weren't his, after all, that was the dream of the youngest son of the Zogratis family. Or was that what the young communicator believed to be, until she discovered by Dante and Vanica, Zenon's brothers, that this, in reality, was the dream of the firstborn, who was never able to fulfill it due to an accident that made him lose the movements of his arms. legs.

Zenon adopted that dream for himself, bringing pride to the eldest of the family. But now that the eldest had sadly died, Zenon promised in a letter while he was still in Iraq that when he returned, he would follow his dream of opening an academy and perhaps starting a course in college.

[Name] anxiously waited for eight months for her beloved fiancé to return, wanted to see him encouraged by the new life he would have from the moment he got off the bus and she would be there to support him in any decision. This made the young woman bite her own nail polish in her favorite color. It seemed that longing and hope had come together in her stomach and decided to dance an elaborate waltz inside, making the young woman sick with so much nervousness.

As the bus pointed at the beginning of the bus station, some people who were anxiously waiting for those who had returned from the war stood up with huge smiles, and others waved in hope that their loved ones would see her. With slow, almost shuffling steps, [Name] held up a simple sign with the name “Zenon Zogratis” in big bold letters, in a shade of red, accompanied by some hearts on the side.

The young woman's hands were fluttering with joy to see so many people meeting again with smiles plastered on their faces, soon she would be the same way. She waited for some people in front of her to get out, giving her a wider space to see who got off the bus. Then she saw him.

No matter where or what circumstance, [Name] would always recognize that short, lightly curled jet-black hair and eyes as blue as the seas of Bora-Bora. He had changed very little since he left two years ago.

He was still imposing with his height of one meter and seventy-eight, position so erect that the teachers of behavior envied, distant and intense look. He was a little thinner, almost skeletal, with a huge scar on the left side of his face in the shape of a cross. Deep down, he was still identical to the Zenon Zogratis who left Scranton to honor his brother's dream.

As the young couple exchanged glances, smiles bloomed in a natural way like cherry blossoms, [Name]'s legs betrayed her, causing her to run towards her lover and throw herself into his strong arms, who held her, whirling around. it gently in the air. He stroked her hair and smelled her natural scent, as if recalling sweet and subtle memories that made him ramble for a brief moment.

After witnessing so many attacks accompanied by chaos and doom, he was back in his homeland, with the girl he loved in his arms.

"I returned".

"Please don't ever leave again! I almost missed you!"

"Me too".

Neither Zenon nor [Name] let go of the hug that took so long to remember, it was the warmth and affection they both needed and couldn't give due to the great distance.

When [Name]'s mind finally sank in, she noticed that her fiancé's slightly woodsy, musky scent was gone, giving way to a stronger scent that she almost couldn't recognize. Then a faint memory of a wake held in a crematorium returned to the girl's mind, surprising her when she recognized the scent.

Zenon smelled of bones and smoke.

She couldn't understand how such a good man could have that kind of scent ingrained in his body, but they both pretended not to notice the blatant difference from the old version of Zogratis.

"Shall we go home? I left Vanica and Dante to take care of the cake and chips."

Zenon picked up her bags and threw them against her back, taking her bride's hand gently and carefully.

"Then we have to go soon, we can't leave two insane people alone in our apartment."

"You're right".

As soon as they arrived at the shared apartment, Zenon felt the weight of worry that she carried on her back completely go out, especially because her two brothers hadn't broken anything, much less done something that caused great discomfort, as they always did. During the celebration everything went well and calmly, the problem happened later.

Zenon was sitting on the couch next to Vanica and Dante, who were asking all too personal questions about what it was like to be in the middle of an armed confrontation, which the younger brother wasn't feeling comfortable enough to fully open up to. It was still a fresh wound that he wanted to wait for it to heal so he could talk about it, but his brothers couldn't understand that.

"Speak up Zenon, did you kill someone or not?" Vanica insisted thickly and impatiently.

"My brother, you smell like death," Dante added.

Zenon clapped his hand on the coffee table, got up and went to the balcony, leaving both of them alone in the room while they talked about how sensitive the youngest was and how he didn't seem to be a member of the Zogratis family.

[Name] was annoyed with her brothers-in-law, finishing the dishes quickly, hastily dried her hands on her clothes, leaving them lightly scarred with her open palms, and walked into the living room with an unfriendly face. With an authoritative timbre she stood in front of them:

“Please leave my house. Now!

Vanica laughed as Dante imitated his sister-in-law.

"Now, are you kicking out your fiancé's brothers?"

"Yes, I am. Go away now."

Dante started to laugh, even putting his hand on his stomach. Vanica was the only one who understood the seriousness of the situation at the same moment, getting up from the sofa and dragging her brother by the arm.

“Only come back when you have your wits about you and realize what you did wrong. Until then, they are banned from here. " [Name] declared loudly and imposingly.

So she closed the door and slipped the key twice through the lock, took a deep breath, and followed her dear fiancé, who was smoking on the balcony. She came up behind him, hugging his waist and leaning her head against his back.

"They're right."

[Name] remained silent.

“You, [Name], bring me light, hope, colors and laughter. I am just darkness, depths and sadness."

Zenon took a long drag before releasing the gray smoke through thin, slightly dry lips.

"I don't care, I love you."

“Dante's right, I smell death. While you smell innocent and sweet things, like a child."

Her arms tightened the hug even tighter.

"I love you".

"I'm lost…" Zenon gave in to tears.

“I don't care if you smell like ashes and bones or flowers and expensive perfumes. You, Zenon, always had a good heart and always fought for your ideals, nothing will stop me from loving you and moving away."

The Zogratis turned and hugged his beloved bride, feeling the natural scent that soothed him.

"I still need some time to talk about what I saw."

"We have all the time of the world".

"Maybe I came back with some trauma."

"If you need to, we'll go to therapy together."

"Therapy saves".

"Yes, therapy saves." [Name] concluded.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Killer is one of the most sane of the Kid Pirates, who can notice your feelings even if you don't say anything and just show it with a simple look. He loves to cook and I imagine he'll do all kinds of treats to cheer you up a bit, nothing is too much trouble for this man.

Want an apple pie with ice cream? You will have.

Pasta with cheese? It's in your hands.

After all, who has time to be sad while eating?

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

He's a pirate who wants to reach One Piece alongside his best friend and captain, Kid, so the subject of being able to unite with someone in marriage isn't often on his mind.

It's not that he doesn't think about having something more serious with you, but he'll prefer to follow his shared dream with Eustass first, if you stay by his side all the time, it's already counting as a wedding, isn't it?

But if he wants to marry in a veil and a wreath, he will. After all, he just wants to make you happy and help you fulfill your desires.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

As stated earlier, he is the type of man who considers living together on a ship on the high seas that is always being chased by the navy when they fulfill a dream, such as a wedding.

Tokyo's Manji gang, the largest that ruled Japan's underworld, was one of the most feared by all people who knew of its existence. They dared not even utter the name aloud, fearing something terrible might happen if they listened.

The "unbeatable" Mikey with his iron-fisted command; Tetta Kisaki with his arduous supervision that everyone feared, as they never knew for sure what could happen if he suspected something, even the slightest; and there was him, the one who managed to catch everyone's eyes when he passed and did all the dirty work that Kisaki and Sano sent, Shuji Hanma.

And it was he who was exchanging glances with the young [Name] at that moment, in the middle of that club with a drink in his hand and in the graphite gray Prada suit in the VIP area. In which he was rewarded with a few winks.

Hanma was known for his somewhat Machiavellian tone, those who knew him well knew how insane he could be when taken seriously and that sounded like something delicious that would make him touch heaven before he knew hell. Dangerously delicious and his tongue itched to taste that addictive taste.

That night of May 23, in the middle of the club with overly loud electronic music accompanied by the faint pungent odor of the dry ice effect that covered the dance floor with frantically flashing psychedelic lights, Shuji looked even more tempting. Maybe because of those colored lights making him a little confused, or even those girls being rejected who tried to get just one night with him.

His feet were already sweaty and his toes were slightly numb from the heels he'd been wearing since the beginning of the night; the sweat running down the back of his neck stuck a few hairs on his bare skin, while it was lightly mixed with the loose strands that swayed from side to side with the dance moves he copied from a colleague of his; her sparkly dress, which was two fingers above your knee, seemed to want to get up every second she moved, catching the attention of some people around her.

It was simply tempting to be desired by so many looks that she intended to get attention, but what filled her ego were the looks that Hanma poured over her body on the dance floor. As if they were the only people who were there that day.

"I need something to drink!" announced to his friend who just smiled and nodded.

Getting rid of the people who were taking care of the dance floor exit. Some just wanted to dance, some just wanted to get drunk, get some hookups and forget about the days they had, but no [Name], she was just there to see if Shuji was as handsome as they said and she'd been able to see it with her own eyes.

"A dry martini." She asked one of the bartenders who were there.

She leaned against the counter with her fingers drumming on the wood lightly scarred by the icy glasses as she waited for her order to be ready, but within seconds she ended up receiving a glass of sparkling rosé almost cracked with a red rose for decoration.

"That gentleman who bought you the drink."

As soon as the bartender showed the person on the other side of the bar with a smile brimming with ulterior motives, her heart nearly failed her every beat. Hanma smiled, lifted the same sparkling wine and took a sip, in which she copied the gesture and tasted what was considered the best champagne in Japan.

“You know, there are a lot of eyes on you on the floor.” Hanma walked over and sat down next to him.

His scent was unmistakable, Fahrenheit by Dior, and it matched him perfectly, even the intensity. His tattoos on the backs of his palms dele, punishment and sin, made him even wilder and the long gold earring on his earlobe gave him a jovial air. Lean and with a smile that hid what he really wanted, that was all he [Name] he wanted to reveal that night.

"Well, look who says."

He took another sip.

Hanma laughed and finished his bubbly, tapping the thin and delicate glass against the bar, catching the attention of a waiter who arrived quickly and refilled the glass with the same bubbly.

“I like women like you.” He wasn't one to beat around the bush.

He looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"The ones that want but aren't easy."

The sparkling wine in his glass dele ran out, so he set the glass on the counter and took the one in Hanma's hand and downed the contents in a single gulp.

“Really, what fun would be what is easy. This champagne, for example, is much better when conquered from your hand."

Something in that sentence made Hanma's eyes create a dark glow, but it pleased him very much.

“Let's play a game.” Shuji suggested.

[Name] unglued from the counter, she moved a little closer to that mobster with a yellow smile on her dark pink painted lips, then sat in a chair opposite him, crossing her shapely legs her sensually — teasing him.

"A game? What's it going to be? 1,2,3 chips or are my eyes seeing?" mocked.

Shuji rolled his yes, but continued with his serious tone and a slight smile on his thin, dry lips from her cigarette addiction.

"Chess. The only rule will be that whoever wins without any cheating will do what the winner wants, all night long. How about that?"

He was never good at chess, in fact he thought it was a boring and simple game that was only successful due to a series on a streaming platform and that soon after had fallen. But there was [Name] shaking hands with the gangster and agreeing to what had been established.

"Follow me".

She quickly took her smartphone and sent a message to her colleague who was with you in that place, who at that exact moment should be in another place with someone who had been flirting since they walked in, since she had disappeared from the dance floor, letting her know that she would accompany her. a colleague to her house and they would meet on Monday at the university.

A dark blue Audi Q5 waited outside with a driver leaning against the vehicle with a cigarette between his lips, who was surprised to see him there earlier than expected. Then he tossed the cigarette to the floor, stomping it open and opening the door for them both to enter, soon leading them to one of Roppongi's most luxurious apartment complexes.

Hanma's apartment was minimalist style with monochromatic colors, however, the center of attention from there was the beautiful view of all Roppongi that he had access to on the top floor.

"Whiskey?"

"I prefer wine".

"Red or white?"

"Red".

After a few minutes Shuji returned with a glass of red wine and handed it to him, asking him to accompany him to his office where the board and pieces were. The young woman's heels was one of the only sounds that sounded through the apartment, while the smell of cigarettes permeated the place, but nothing that made the young woman uncomfortable. It was just the way she imagined it.

Both the board and the pieces were made of Murano crystal, with vivid colors and that stood out in that office full of paperwork and graphics that the young woman didn't even bother to run her eyes to find out what they were. She was just focused on that man who arranged the pieces in place while balancing the cigarette between his slender fingers.

" Ready?"

"If I hadn't, I wouldn't have come."

Shuji smiled at the comment and let [Name] start the game.

The pawns slowly opened the game, leaving free paths for the other pieces to move. Knights, Rooks, Bishop, King and Queen; everything for the young woman who looked at the movements that were performed by Hanma with her big and wide hands, her fingers holding those pieces in a firm way making her fingertips turn white.

The wineglass in [Name's] hand was getting empty as the young woman's mind focused on the board in front of her; she was barefoot, had taken off her heels moments before starting the game, had her feet on the icy raw porcelain floor of the office. It was as if her energy dissipated through her tired feet.

She without even realizing she had more pieces than Shuji, but she didn't seem to care either, she seemed to be enjoying it.

[Name] hadn't even finished her cup, when she glanced around the game, she noticed a Hanma piece that was open to receive attacks, just the queen, her eyes gleamed in ambition; with her king piece, she took it up to the queen and falling down and with euphoria she exalted:

"Checkmate!"

Shuji was silent watching the celebration of the young woman who looked like a child winning a match after several defeats. He got up from his chair and walked over to the young woman who was now distracted looking at the titles of the book backs that were arranged on the shelves on either side of the room, stopped in front of [Name], holding a lock of hair between her forefinger and forefinger. middle finger.

"Tell me your name."

"[Name]".

“[Name], what will be your order?” Shuji kissed her lock of hair.

[Name]'s hands gripped the graphite gray suit and pulled it closer to him, making that six-foot-two man look at his features over his thin gold-rimmed Ray Ban sunglasses. His cheeky lips, spurred on by the victory of a game he'd never enjoyed and played, touched Hanma's which possessed a taste of cigarettes with bourbon whiskey.

"Fuck"

"Good request".

Shuji, not at all affectionate, pulled the young woman by the waist kissing her wildly in which he wrapped his legs around the waist of the gangster who held her in his strong arms and hardened by so many fights in his youth. He carried the young woman to his ice-gray suite and a king-size bed with cream-colored blankets.

"I hope you don't have time to come back tomorrow," Hanma warned, pulling on his tie and untying the knot.

As soon as the man took off his jacket and began to unbutton his dress shirt, his hands went down to the hem of the short, wrinkled dress pulling it over her shoulders and letting it fall to the side of the bed, leaving her only in her lingerie. Shuji's eyes were brimming with lust, as were [Name's] eyes.

Hanma was shirtless, shoes and her hair, previously arranged to the left side with the blonde locks, was now totally disheveled, he had removed his glasses and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed; he began to crawl on top of you, distributing almost chaste kisses from your groin and up to your neck where he felt the fragrance of her perfume that made him intoxicated, until reaching your lips where he deposited a wild kiss and lowered his hand to your pulsating core. where she began to caress him through the thin fabric of her panties.

Up until then, [Name] was one of the most powerful drugs that he had not yet had an opportunity to fully taste, from the first day he spotted the young woman leaving at lunchtime from the office she worked at and only that night had he managed to do it. Get closer; it was as if that woman was infecting his body and her red-painted lips were crowning her senses.

A hand from [Name] pushed Shuji's chest, before he could protest and go back to attacking her swollen lips with smeared lipstick, the woman removed her panties and lay with her legs bent and far apart with her private part moist and inviting.

"Come!" she ordered her.

Hanma never liked being ordered to anything, but at that moment, he would gladly accept them all. With kisses around her vulva and on her labia majora, Shuji had no intention of rushing things, as he would enjoy every second; feel the taste, the heat, the pleasure coming from the body of [Name] who moaned in satisfaction to feel his tongue passing through her slit and paying special attention to her clitoris, feeling her chin get wet from her natural lubrication.

[Name] felt pleasure coursing through her body like an electrical charge, her toes seemed to bend from cramps of pleasure, her head was thrown further back on the pillow with her lips parted for air, her mind felt like cloudy and barely able to think straight when she felt two slender fingers of Shuji enter her gum cavity in search of her point that gives her the greatest pleasure. He had removed her bra and thrown it away, the nipples of her breasts were hard and asking for attention, one hand was holding the black strands of Shuji's hair, the other went up to her nipple and began to massage it.

"Hanma, fuck me!" [Name] asked between groans.

Shuji had already removed his own pants and was taking off his underwear, his phallic member already erect. Not too thick and not too long, slightly curved upwards, a little darker than his skin tone and very neatly trimmed pubic hair; [Name] could only observe when he put on the condom, after that, he had started to introduce the member inside the young woman in a rough and fast way, while trying to hold back some grunts of pleasure.

[Name] could feel Hanma's penis entering her vagina as if it was making room for her first time, but this time she didn't feel the discomfort, just a good feeling consuming her. Before he knew it, he had turned the girl over and left her on all fours, where he began to lunge slowly and roughly, slapping her buttocks with an open hand. Then he grabbed a good amount of hair from [Name] and pulled her closer, while one of her arms supported the hip area of ​​the young woman who was trying to move at the same speed as him.

"You want to be my whore, do you?" He whispered in her ear.

[Name]'s hand went down to her own clitoris where he began to touch it in a circular fashion with two fingers.

"First, make me enjoy being one."

At this moment, Shuji returned to pay special attention to you, masturbating you in the lullaby of fucking you the way she liked; Her breasts swayed as her body found herself moving to accompany that intoxicating pleasure, so her muscles began to spasm and her mind was lost in a cloud of pleasure and lust. Hanma's fingers were nimble and deft, making you bend with each wave of pleasure that hit you hard, as if something inside her belly was ready to burst.

Overstimulation, a few tears around her eyes, moans almost turning into screams of pleasure. [Name] clung to him and with a moan louder than before, almost a scream, announcing her orgasm. A few seconds later, Shuji took his penis out of her, pulling out the condom and began to stimulate it in front of the young woman until he came on top of her belly.

Lying down, panting, sweaty and still with the mind in turmoil; they were slowly recomposing themselves, waiting for the adrenaline to pass through their system. When he felt that his legs wouldn't falter, [Name] looked for his bag where he took his smartphone with some messages from his friend and checked the time, deciding that it was time to leave, but before starting to get dressed , Hanma grabbed his wrist.

He was sweaty, his hair damp and disheveled, sitting naked on his messy bed with a freshly lit cigarette to his lips as he smiled.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Although. I already won, I took the prize and I have nothing else to do here."

"Tsk. Silly, you didn't win, but I let you have a compensation prize."

[Name] raised an eyebrow, Hanma put his dress shirt over the girl's shoulders, put on underwear and took her to the office and asked her to look carefully at the board, so she would find the mistake. The young woman's eyes kept searching, as everything seemed right, until she noticed that the queen piece of Hanma was standing and the one she had “killed” was the king. She had been confused.

A blush rose on the young woman's cheeks who couldn't admit the mistake she had made.

"You know, I think someone stole it."

Shuji appeared behind [Name] and started kissing the back of her head, while his hands went down to her hips.

"Needs a lesson."

Then his right hand squeezed the flesh of [Name]'s ass who let out a moan because he was still sensitive, he kept kissing the young woman who understood very well what that mobster wanted. After all, he'd shown that being his bitch wasn't such a bad thing.

[Name] turned around, put her arms around his neck, letting her dress shirt unbuttoned to show her breasts.

Verona - Italy

How many months had it been since he'd started dating Madara Uchiha? Or, how long had she been dating him and had to hide her relationship from her family? She was losing count with each passing day.

Of all the young people who lusted after her, she went to desire and win the eldest son of that family right away. She knew very well about the Uchihas being one of the biggest families in the Italian mafia and that her family and his didn't get along. Not even in the deepest, wildest dreams.

Something in her, and in his heart, made reason and sanity trivial, not necessary in that relationship they'd been living for nearly two years.

Every night, you escaped to meet in the fountains that graced the city, avoiding prying eyes and that could deliver the growing romance you felt for each other.

You never imagined that you could love a person as much as you loved Madara, and the Uchiha, who was known for being surly, could say the same too. They took care of each other, even if it was under the covers.

When Madara got hurt in the fights between the families, he wouldn't let the Uchiha family doctor take care of him, instead he would run straight to you, where he could feel your fingers and the affection you had for him, during the time he performed the dressings; you, on the other hand, went after him to let off steam and know that there was a safe haven in addition to your family members.

Every night, at meetings filled with love and wine, Madara adored her as if she were a goddess, promising all her love only and only to you, making proposals to flee to any other place, where they would celebrate the passion they felt, without being tried or prohibited.

The words your loved one said rang beautifully in your ears and senses, you were still young, so the taste of being caught in love with someone you should never love was tempting and exciting.

You guys made a deal, as soon as you finished college, he would drop the mob and continue to run his family's jewelry stores, move to Milan, where they would get married and raise their children.

His eyes [their color] were glued to him, out of admiration and attraction. You glimpsed every detail about him, the khaki camp instructor clothes that kept marking every detail of his sculpted muscles, plus his big tattoos that took up half of his torso. And the detail that most caught her attention was the hands. Big, rough and with some bulging veins. How many nights have you dreamed of them traveling through your body, exploring every area of ​​your epidermis.

However, he had to keep his carnal dreams and desires for another time. She had to focus on her work and take care of those young people who only thought about roasting marshmallows and putting nettles on others.

“Are ready?!” Katakuri's voice was loud and authoritative.

“Yes!” The voices sounded like a unison chorus.

So you swung your backpack onto you, grabbed a flashlight, and lit a path between several trees with gnarled trunks and roots sticking out of the ground, where you climbed a mountain to reach a clearing. You walked in front along with Katakuri, leading the younger ones down the trail with two more guides behind; her voice almost froze at just imagining starting some conversation with him that would end up flirting on his part, perhaps not reciprocated on his part.

 As soon as they arrived in the clearing, it was possible to hear in the distance the waters of the river running down the path where it flows into the lake that in the morning they swam and rowed in boats. This time, it was his lips that sounded the attention whistle causing the campers to stop and take their backpacks off their backs and place them on the ground, in the respective places where they set up the tents to spend the night.

 Katakuri helped some campers set up the ravines, while you and Cracker—one of the camp assistants and Katakuri's younger brother—collect sticks and some logs to make a fire to warm everyone there.

Next to Katakuri was Crocodile, one of the instructors who was also a scoutmaster, even though he was grumpy and even grumpy, he was one of the most loved by the young people. Perhaps because of the bossy, mocking manner or the style he adopted after losing his hand and putting a hook in its place. It was a mystery you didn't want to get too involved with.

 As you selected the dry sticks for Cracker to light the flame, two of the campers ran past you and made a racket among the others, even knocking over some of the tents that were nearly a hundred percent set up.

"Luffy! Zoro! Stop these games and mess up!" You exalted yourself with them.

 The dark-haired boy with a scar under one of his eyes just laughed and ran to the side of his backpack, being the laughing Luffy he always was; Zoro, with his hair short and dyed green, kept a scowl on his face and snorted before turning away.

"These kids…" he let out a growl, causing Cracker to chuckle.

As soon as she finished stacking the sticks and lighting the fire, you sat across from her and held out your hands to keep warm even though the night wasn't so cold.

"So how did a girl who is taking [the degree course of her choice] end up at summer camp?" Cracker has opened up a semantic field between you.

 His eyes [their color] discreetly went to where Katakuri was, but you lifted your shoulders and took a deep breath:

"I don't know, fate maybe?"

 After the tents were ready and the children were eating roasted marshmallows, while Crocodile entertained them with horror stories and anecdotes; you took the opportunity to approach Katakuri and even dared to wipe the corner of your lips, leaving both embarrassed. Everything seemed to be perfect for you, even feeling the heat of his skin against yours was a dream come true. But it all went down the drain because of the brats from before.

 Zoro invited Luffy to play sword fighting, improvised with branches he found in a bush, and after a few minutes playing they realized that the bush that they took the branches off of their swords was nettle and was now full of incessant irritation and itching.

“We have to get them to the infirmary. Her timbre sounded worried.

Zoro climbed onto his back and Katakuri carried Luffy in his arms, but before he left after you, he looked back and warned that he would ask another instructor to come up to stay with them.

His feet were running as fast as he could and he tried to stay as steady as possible so that Zoro wouldn't get even worse, his eyes kept alert to Katakuri's movements in front of him, following him so that he didn't trip over anything on the bumpy road. and that there was a setback worse than the nettle.

Once they arrived at the base of the camp, they went straight to the infirmary where Marco and Kureha were chatting assiduously with a cup of coffee in their hands, as soon as they saw you together with the taller man than you, they got scared and left everything aside to help the children.

"Leave it to us, nothing a hypoallergenic ointment won't fix," Kureha said.

 While the blond doctor with curly hair and a face that resembled a pineapple looked after them, the doctor lectured the boys for their dangerous adventures and that this was the third time they had repeated the same feat in the camp.

 In the end, all went well with the boys and they were given a brief punishment to learn their lesson—they would have to spend the night in the cottages, without fire and marshmallows; Katakuri had been stressed enough to go to bed earlier that night. As for you, you were asked to ask Perospero to go to where everyone was with the tents and the main mission was just to convince him to leave the main cottage that belonged to the Charlotte family.

"But I warned Mama, don't do this, kids are a pain in the ass when they want to," he grumbled as he finished getting ready.

 Arms crossed and moving his legs to ward off the cold, his eyes rolled back in their sockets and holding himself back from answering that he had heard a thousand times since he arrived, the same old mantra.

"Just stuff them with candy and let it go, they eat what they want and then sleep like a rock." It's just giving out candy! Perospero filled his pocket with candy and grabbed a thick coat.

"I know, but Katakuri doesn't like this method and..." His speech was cut short by the man in front of him.

"Katakuri here, Katakuri there, Katakuri who knows what! I'm the eldest son, Mama should listen to me more!" He sounded irritated, pausing. I'll cover you tonight.” At last he left the cottage.

His lips came together to form a pout, then he took a deep breath and exhaled the air he was holding deep in his lungs. She had her hands run through her hair [size and color], she was tired and needed a shower, so that's what she would do.

 After making sure the boys were sleeping soundly, you grabbed a change of clothes and clean towels, went to bathe in the water taking a while to warm up, and started the shower with the icy water, making your skin crawl all over; your thoughts wandered until you realized that you were a little over half an hour under the shower, even though you were almost crawling out of the water that had warmed up a short time ago, you came out and realized you had forgotten your underwear in your room, curled up in the towel and withdrew with slow steps to avoid making noise.

 However, when you opened the door you ended up bumping into Katakuri's bare chest, as soon as you looked up you admired those well-defined muscles beneath that tanned skin and the tattoos that stood out with their tribal designs. Her cheeks flushed, not from embarrassment, but from being able to feel that body against hers.

“I'm sorry.” Her voice was low.

 Her fingers ran along the edge of the towel that covered her body, still slightly damp from the shower, pulling the towel so that it was closer to her body.

It was then that Katakuri's hands landed on her shoulders, making her legs wobble with emotion and making the most of that contact she so craved; then he turned you a little more to the side letting you out of that room.

"Fine. Be more careful, it's too cold to get out of a hot bath like that."

 Then Katakuri went into the bathroom and closed the door without looking back.

 For a moment his eyes caught a slight blush on her cheeks, but it could have been just an impression or even the unroutine chill of summer.

His hands found where her skin had touched him, he looked at the closed door and smiled. Already content with such contact, he proceeded to his room in that instructor's cottage.

[..]

The days passed slowly, Katakuri had been hurt by his lack of attention to his campers, even though those responsible for them did not care and guaranteed that at least they would learn to be a little more mature. And after the scare with nettles, no other young people tried anything of the same type and the days went normal and within the expected itinerary.

 Even though Katakuri was a little more closed than the others who worked on Whole Cake, you somehow managed to get him to talk to you and after the day they ended up bumping into you after the shower, Katakuri avoided looking directly at your body, you noticing that , decided to use this to his advantage to understand what Katakuri felt for you.

 Once the days of summer camp were over and the kids went home, Linlin Charlotte, the owner of the camp, decided to throw a small country party to celebrate the closure and then discuss how they would go about their upcoming vacations and holidays with the kids.

Even Crocodile, who didn't like get-togethers, gladly accepted to participate in this one, as he needed to unwind after so much nonsense he heard from those "smug brats" as he said; along with the surly instructor, Marco and Kureha were able to convince him to participate of a card game with them, worth a pack of beer, Cracker had taken his girlfriend, Nami, to tour the camp, while Perospero and Linlin had a meeting on a video call to discuss with the other children what they would decide about the future.

 You had just finished dressing for such a staff meeting. Dressed in a long-sleeve red-and-black plaid blouse, a pair of jeans and boots; her makeup was basic, just enhancing her natural beauty as well as her hair that was down. In her hand was a glass that warmed her entire palm, the mulled wine with a few pieces of fruit smelled good and made her feel warmer, even though the night wasn't so cold; not even the wind that lashed the cold front seemed to have given a brief respite.

 His eyes [their color] that had a glimmer of hope, roamed that place in search of him, he didn't know when they would meet again; therefore, this summer night would be the only chance to see him, until fate decides what to do with her dreams. He needed to take this chance.

"He's in the clearing." A voice caught his attention. As soon as she turned her gaze, she found Cracker eating a chocolate marshmallow cookie combo watching you.

"Sorry?"

“Katakuri, he went to the clearing. My brother was never blending in much,” he explained.

 To try to hide your clear search for that man, you looked around and saw Nami sitting playing cards with Crocodile, Marco and Kureha.

"What about your girlfriend?" she questioned.

"Nami?" She can't see a bet that comes in, especially for cash or alcohol.

A small laugh escaped her lips.

“Well, if I were you I'd go after him, since he never stays late at parties. Cracker waved towards the players.

So you took another sip of the mulled wine, the liquid warming your throat and body, tossed the glass in the trash, and went down the path using your cell phone flashlight to light the way in front of you.

 Before reaching the place of outdoor tents, you saw a fire crackling its flames loudly and Katakuri sitting with his back to you. You took a deep breath looking for courage within yourself, then walked back to him when he noticed another presence in the place turned to see who it was, finding you.

"[Your name]. What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I saw a fire in the distance and came to see who it was," you lied.

"I understand." Katakuri spoke giving a pause "Sit down, come warm up by the fire".

 Without begging, she sat down next to him, so Katakuri held out a box of donuts of various flavors and colorful toppings beside her.

"Accepted?"

 You took one and looked at it.

“This isn't very camping style, is it? "It provoked him."

"Not even a little". He laughed.

 With a bite of donut, the favorite sweet of the man who kept you company, you watched the big hands that with the help of a branch moved the sticks that were burning to generate that pleasant warmth for both of them. His hands were still the same, even after so long, big and sure, those veins slightly raised; the design of his long, thick fingers showed no sign of aging even at his 48th birthday. Even the scars he had on his cheeks remained the same, marked like a smile.

 It was Katakuri he had fallen in love with, he hadn't changed a single hair, it was exactly as he remembered.

"You're quieter than usual, what happened?" you tried to start a conversation.

 He looked at you and went back to stirring the fire.

"Is nothing".

 You gave him a little shove with your shoulder.

"What is it? We are instructors and friends, we can count our afflictions."

 Then he gave a smile and hoped it would cheer him up.

"It's those kids."

He commented in a low tone, his head began to remember the boys who had played the game with nettles.

"Zoro and Luffy?"

"Yes".

A silence settled between you.

“I've never let something like this happen, I don't want my campers to get hurt or have bad field experiences,” he explained.

Again a brief silence. However, it was cut off by his laugh that made him look scared at you.

"Liar," he hummed.

 He dropped the branch he was playing with at the fire, turned to face you, waiting for some kind of response. Then his laughter ceased.

“Liar, of course you've already let another camper get hurt and I guarantee it wasn't a bad experience. "You threw the branch into the fire." “What do you mean, [your name]?  Your eyes rolled up and you smiled smugly. “Me. I came here when I was younger, so that river.” You pointed to the river that ran nearby. — we went over the rocks to climb the mount tartte, I slipped and fell into the river with a sprained foot and you helped me — you revealed.  Katakuri was ecstatic with that information given to him, as if he had just remembered the scene and then shook his head as if the scene in his mind would eventually disappear like smoke. "You remembered, didn't you?" “I didn't recognize you, and…” His voice cut him off. "I know. That's why I took this summer job." "To remember my mistake." “This time he teased you.  With the smile plastered on your face, you denied it. "To see you".   So now you got the confirmation you wanted, his cheeks turned so red he couldn't hide them. Here it brought to your chest a great satisfaction, as they would say in the old days, you could advance to stage two and tease it a little more. "What's up? Did the cat eat your tongue or didn't like the truth?" His voice sounded baritone and approached him.   His nose could perfectly smell the light woody scent he emanated, intoxicating him with that pleasant odor. "I did not say that". "I did not say anything".  He swallowed hard, seeming to organize the words in his mind to verbalize them.  "Did you like it or not?" “Why, as your former instructor, and as stated, your friend from work…” He began to slur his speech. "Then let's find out."

  You approached him and kissed him, a kiss charged with urgency and lust. His hands ran to the back of his thick neck, felt the temperature of his skin and ran his fingers through the short marsala strands. Katakuri's hot tongue was the first to ask for passage and meet yours, while his big hands went over his back and pulled him closer to him.

As soon as you pulled away from him and managed to open your eyes without believing the courage you had to kiss him, you met his purple orbs.

"Then?"

“This one couldn't feel, we have to do it again.” This time, his voice was baritone.

His hands enveloped her, as did his lips on hers. Wasting no time, you sat on his lap, putting a leg on either side of his waist, again your hands went to his neck, but this time you slowly descended to the other person's chest, feeling each defined muscle and the slow breathing that both They were.

 When her lips parted, Katakuri's thin lips accompanied by her sharp canine teeth began to spread kisses over the thin skin of her neck, the pleasure that those caresses caused her made her head fall back, making her hair [size and color ] be further illuminated by the flames in front of them.

"How is it? Friend and instructor?" It provoked him.

 His lips kissed the corner of his lips, then she started kissing his shoulder blades and then kissing and nibbling his earlobe.

"Friends make love?" he asked as he ran his hands over her waist and belly.

"Not".

 Katakuri paused, but you couldn't resist giving his neck a hickey, then looked into his purple eyes with desire and complicity.

“They fuck.” His response perked him up.

This time you grabbed his neck, stealing a kiss. Her hips moved back and forth, back and forth against his pelvis, as if they had a mind of their own; Katakuri responded in the same way, intense and strong, holding you by the hips and squeezing your flesh as if to keep you from running away from him.

His hands reached down and gripped the hem of his leather jacket, undressing him, then helping him out of the white turtleneck shirt he was wearing. The muscular chest with the tribal tattoos exposed in the light from the flames made him look even more charming and exotic than before, her lips trailing a path of kisses and bites from his neck to his nipples a little darker than his natural skin tone.

His fingers began to play with her nipples, licking and nipping in an exchange of caresses in the heat of the flames.

“[Your name].” He could barely finish speaking his name.

Then he paused, managing to catch Katakuri's voluptuous gaze that admired him; you unbuttoned your plaid blouse and tossed it next to Katakuri's clothes, facing him in your lacy bra of the color [whichever you prefer] as you watched the desires building in those eyes you so longed for attention.

Katakuri's big hand went towards her breast where he began to massage it, while his free hand drummed her side until she reached the clasp of her bra which opened quickly, leaving her breasts free and without any clothes preventing him from play with the tips of your nipples.

A low, sly moan escaped his lips, making Katakuri lick and suck on them; you saw the taste and pleasure he got from doing it, plus seeing you in his lap leaning back in pleasure.

His hands [as they are] were sliding behind his shoulder blades, digging his nails into the tanned skin as he felt Katakuri's hot kisses over the lap of his breasts and into them; he explored every sensation he aroused in you. Charlotte's calloused, warm hands supported his back, open and careful, caressing him chastely, not even resembling the hunger he felt for you at that moment.

His hips moved of their own accord, when he noticed his movements, he felt Katakuri's phallic member already awake in his tight pants.

His lips gave him another kiss full of lust, his hands went down to where the awake member was and began to rub through the top of his pants, teasing him even more, his fingers began to take the buttons out of the buttonholes; Katakuri helped you by lifting a little, making it easier for you to take his pants off along with his underwear.

You got off his lap, seeing the stiff member in front of him, your eyes filled with sparkle, your tongue passed over lips slightly swollen from the exchange of kisses.

Her hand held his penis and ran her tongue from the frenulum to the glans, from top to bottom and vice versa; while his tongue paid attention to the head of his penis, his hand ran along the length of it; then his lips wrapped around the glans and began to suck it with his tongue swirling around the member of the same, in the area that did not reach his hand stimulated it; this time, Katakuri who tilted her head back, at the same time trying to hold back her hoarse moans; then Katakuri's left hand gripped his hair, aiding his movements, when his eyes lifted and met theirs, both sparkling with pleasure.

 Upon feeling the salty taste of pre-cum, you stopped stimulating it with your lips and hands, got up and took off your jeans and panties, standing totally naked in front of that man; his big hands gripped his waist and pulled him close to him, Katakuri's lips began to spread kisses on his belly until he descended to the mound of venus.

"Katakuri..." The man's name escaped his lips.

 He spread a blanket that was beside you on the floor, letting you lie down in a more comfortable place; you spread your legs without shame or shame, leaving your intimate area exposed to him, Charlotte wanted it here as much as you, his lips began to distribute kisses on your groin and big lips before starting to run his long hot and wet tongue throughout its entirety.

The long, thick fingers parted her large lips, leaving the way open for his tongue to travel along the length of her intimate part, paying special attention to her clitoris where he insisted on stimulating it; you didn't even try to hold back your high, sly moans that you called someone else's name. His hands tangled in the short marsala strands and he pulled, as if he could control what he felt inside himself; Katakuri went up the caresses to her breasts, where he resumed sucking them, while his right hand stimulated her core, which was coated with her natural lubrication.

His fingers groped Katakuri's broad, muscular, tattooed back; digging in her nails and pulling them towards his neck, long scratches appeared on his skin where later embarrassments emerged; His eyes noticed how beautiful their skins became together, like color on hue, in addition to the temperature shift that comforted him.

Katakuri held her breasts uniting them and kissing them, then placing his cock between them, making thrusting movements while his tongue flicked the tip of his phallic member.

“'So beautiful.” Katakuri's voice made his skin crawl.

His intimacy pulsed strongly, her clit needing Charlotte's attention turned to him.

You rested his hands on his shoulders and faced him.

"Katakuri fucks me like I'm a whore."

 The big man's cheeks took on a crimson hue that teased him. So, you got up and pushed Katakuri where you were lying.

"Let me fuck you." His voice had a commanding timbre.

 You straddled his waist, looking right at him with all the accumulated desire of years, with one leg on either side of his pelvis, his hand gripping the base of his cock and starting to hit your lubricated entrance.

"I've waited a long time for this."

 With light moves on your hips, rubbing against his aroused member, teasing him, you licked four fingers of his hand passing through your intimate region and then slowly sat down on Katakuri's penis, feeling the whole area being taken by pleasure.

 Katakuri held the moans biting his own lips, however, he could barely disguise the features with his movements that started lightly and increased in speed. His hands rested on his chest, feeling his breathing quicken and the temperature rising in both bodies.

"[Your name]," he moaned.

This caused a mischievous smile to appear on his face. You didn't care if you were caught in that intimate scene, everything you've wished for for years was happening.

 Katakuri's hands moved up to her hips, helping her up and down, not letting his cock escape her hot, wet pussy.

 Before you could even notice, he began to thrust into you, keeping up with your fast pace. With each thrust a moan escaped his lips, not that it caused him discomfort, quite the contrary, he felt the shivers of pleasure throughout his muscles.

'Katakuri.' 'You called him slowly.

Again the thrusts increased the pace, you could only lean on his muscular body as you felt a long wave of pleasure consuming your mind.

"[His name], I can't take it anymore."

He turned her around, shifting his position, making his body weight press hers against the hard floor. The scent of both bodies mingled, bringing the scent of sex to that place.

His movements were rough, even though they didn't hurt or cause him pain, now and then he gave her wild kisses as if to escape him. His bodies intertwined in the middle of sex, skin against skin, moans, gasping breaths, fluid exchange.

Occasionally, his hand went down to her slightly erect clitoris, where her entire length was wet and urgently touching.

"Katakuri, I'm going to..." His voice trailed off between moans.

"Me either"

 At this moment, Katakuri returned to pay special attention to you, masturbating you in the wake of fucking you the way you liked; Her breasts swayed as her body was in motion to accompany that intoxicating pleasure, then her muscles began to spasm and her mind was lost in a cloud of pleasure and lust.

 You clung to him and with a louder moan than before, almost a scream, you came to orgasm. A few seconds later, Charlotte pulled her cock out of you and started stroking it in front of you until she came in your womb.

Lying down, panting, sweating and still with your mind in turmoil; they slowly recomposed themselves, waiting for the adrenaline to pass through their system.

Katakuri, gentleman as always, helped you clean up with some papers that were there and let you put on your white turtleneck blouse; you went back to lying down by the fire, which kept the temperature high for both of you.

 His eyes couldn't look away from Katakuri, his deepest and most carnal desires had come true and only the feeling of wanting more grew inside him.

"And now?" he asked stroking her hair.

You looked thoughtful, took a few seconds on purpose to distress him, then began to speak.

"What will we do?"

 Your index finger along with the middle one walked across Katakuri's bare chest, until the moment you sat down on his lap again, exchanging an intense, knowing look.

“We have every summer night from now on.

He smiled and kissed you.

— 'After all, we are friends.' His voice came out malicious.

"And friends fuck," he added.