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Shouta stepped through the door, shaking off the light rain clinging to his coat.
He looked around instinctively - the quiet was immediate.
No thundering little steps pulling him in through the doorway.
No tiny voice greeting him from the top of the stairs.
No wolf-shaped shadows darting down the hall.
Just the soft hum of music playing low from the kitchen.
And Ashe - leaning in the doorway, barefoot, sleeves pushed up, drying her hands with a towel.
The hem of her t-shirt brushed against her bare legs, looking dangerous...and she knew it.
She had messaged ahead, telling him the door was unlocked and to just come in when he got here.
She was smiling.
One of those slow, knowing smiles that always sent heat curling low in his stomach.
"No Noa?" he asked, though the answer was obvious.
If Ashe's sinful smile wasn't enough of a clue, the absence of a child running and shouting certainly was another.
"She's at a sleepover," Ashe said casually, like it was the most ordinary thing in the world.
Her teeth tugged lightly on her bottom lip as she tried to hide that growing smile threatening to spread across her face.
Shouta paused just inside the doorway, locking it behind him without taking his eyes off her.
"All night?" he asked.
"Mm-hm."
That slow smile of hers widened - just a fraction.
She took a step back, watching him closely.
The hem of that shirt swayed with her movements, riding just high enough to make his jaw tighten.
He slipped his shoes off with unhurried precision - movements quiet and controlled.
The way he did everything.
Then he followed.
Like a moth to a flame.
"Just us?" he asked, his voice a little rougher now as he stalked toward her.
Ashe took another few steps back until her lower back met the kitchen counter, his presence crowding in close.
"It's just us," she said, voice lifting with amusement.
Shouta's arms braced against the counter on either side of her, both of them feeling the heat radiating between them.
He leaned in close, lips just brushing against hers - not fully connecting, not yet.
"Are you sure?" he asked again, still waiting for the interruption.
Ashe laughed softly, her hands resting against his chest before sliding upward, fingers slipping beneath his capture scarf.
"I'm sure. You can relax."
"I'll relax when I'm certain no small human is about to kick that door open."
He could feel her smile against his lips, her hands reaching higher to his neck, trying to pull him closer.
"Are you afraid of my daughter?"
His hands moved to her hips now, fingers pressing in, steady and possessive.
"Last time you said we wouldn't be interrupted," he muttered, voice low. "I had to hide."
"And you looked very handsome hiding in my wardrobe with nothing but a sheet," Ashe teased, dark eyes lifting to meet his.
She looked like liquid sin.
"You talk too much," he murmured.
Then he kissed her.
Closing the final inch of distance.
Slow and deliberate - like he'd been thinking about her all day.
Ashe made a soft sound against his mouth - half laugh, half surrender - her fingers curling into the nape of his hair as he deepened the kiss, stealing the air from her lungs.
And then he broke away.
His lips trailed along the corner of her mouth, down the line of her jaw, to the warm curve of her neck.
He nipped at the space just below her ear, the spot that always made her breath hitch and pull him tighter against her.
Vanilla filled his senses, her sweet scent wrapping around him as his fingers trailed lower, darting lightly along her thigh, brushing against warm skin beneath the hem of her shirt, teasing and claiming territory that had been waiting all evening.
Ashe sucked in a quiet breath.
"Shouta-"
He hummed against her neck, another gentle nip, before soothing the sting with his tongue and sealing it with a kiss.
"Was this for me?"
His fingers brushed along the inside of her thigh once more.
Ashe let out a shaky, breathless little laugh - just as Shouta's fingers trailed a little higher before stopping - her head tipping back just enough to give him more access.
Her fingers tightened in his hair as he took full advantage of the exposed line of her throat, lips warm and deliberate against her skin.
"Who else would it be for?" she murmured.
Then, because she couldn't help herself, she teased,
"You think I walk around the house like this for the mailman?"
Over my dead body, he thought.
His hands settled firmly on her hips again, grounding himself in the solid warmth of her.
The familiar curve of her body beneath his palms sent a fresh surge of heat through him.
Before she could open her mouth to tease him again, he moved.
He lifted her. Effortless.
Ashe let out a surprised breath as her bare legs met the cool edge of the counter, parting instinctively to make space for him as he stepped in between them.
Her eyes dropped just slightly, meeting his hungry gaze.
His eyes were darker now - focused, possessive - his hands tightening at her waist as he pulled her closer.
"You're mine to look at like this," he said quietly.
Ashe locked her legs around his waist, pulling him in closer.
"Then prove it."
Shouta groaned, her challenge igniting a fire in him as he dragged her closer to the very edge of the counter and kissed her fiercely.
His tongue brushed against her lips, and she parted them without hesitation, granting him access.
All of his patient restraint - gone.
He pressed her flush against him, letting that soft space between her legs meet the growing hardness straining against his trousers.
The soft little noise that left her mouth was music to his ears.
He repeated the motion - a slow, deliberate grind- just enough to make her breath catch and her body stutter against his.
The kiss deepened, turning rougher at the edges.
Her fingers slipped back in his hair and tugged.
Not hard.
Just enough.
A low, involuntary groan rumbled out of him - the sound vibrating against her lips before he broke the kiss, forehead resting briefly against hers, breath heavier now.
"Ashe..." he murmured.
She only smiled, clearly pleased with the reaction she'd pulled from him.
There were too many layers.
Too much fabric between them.
He reached up, gripped the fabric of his capture scarf, and pulled.
The long, familiar cloth slid free from his shoulders, falling loose from his hand into a quiet pile on the tiled floor.
And he was back on her - one hand at her waist, the other sliding to the back of her neck, pulling her firmly back to him.
Their teeth clashed accidentally in their eagerness before they found their rhythm once more.
Her hands were already tugging at his shirt, fingers impatient, nipping lightly at his lip before she whispered.
"Off."
The shirt was gone in one swift motion.
Their mouths crashed back together, tongues sweeping and chasing as the kiss turned deeper, more desperate.
Shouta slid one arm firmly around her back and lifted her from the counter.
Ashe squeaked, letting out a soft laugh of surprise as her arms tightened around his shoulders, legs still hooked securely around his waist while he carried her toward the stairs.
"Eager," she teased, trailing her lips down his neck now that the barrier was gone.
He didn't answer.
Just started up the stairs, already thinking of the different ways he was going to ruin her.
Then his hands slid a little higher along her thighs, settling on the soft curve of her ass.
The movement drew a low groan from him, forcing him to stop halfway up the stairs and press her back against the wall.
"You're going to be the death of me," he murmured into her ear, pressing closer now that he'd realised she wasn't wearing anything beneath the shirt.
Ashe nipped at his ear in return, and he could feel her smile against his neck.
"Hmmm?" she teased softly.
"What's wrong?"
Shouta let out a slow, strained breath against her neck, his grip tightening as his fingers pressed in.
"You know exactly what's wrong," he said, the heat in his voice unmistakable.
"And you did it on purpose."
He didn't have to look at her to feel the smug smile radiating off her.
So his hands flexed - squeezing once, deliberately - his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he spread her cheeks and pulled her firmly against him, a slow, deliberate grind from the front.
Her breath caught, a soft moan slipping free.
That did it.
A dark, satisfied sound rumbled low in his chest as he leaned in close, lips brushing against hers.
"Oh? That's interesting."
A knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"What's wrong?"
She chased his lips, her hips lifting instinctively, seeking the friction, another soft sound escaping her.
His grip tightened, and he pushed away from the wall and started up the stairs again - faster this time.
Eager to have her beneath him.
To taste her.
To feel all of her.
Gods, he couldn't get enough.
Ashe laughed softly against his neck, breath warm and teasing as she pressed another kiss just below his ear.
"Careful. You're going to trip."
"I won't," he muttered.
But his steps were quicker now, less controlled, driven by the growing impatience tightening through his body.
Her fingers tangled back into his hair, tugging again just to test him.
A low sound rumbled in his chest, just as he reached the top of the stairs, turning the corner toward her bedroom.
"You're not helping."
She only smiled, continuing her assault on his neck with her lips, her sharp canines dragging delicately along the tendon there.
His fingers dug in deeper in response.
He nudged her bedroom door open with his foot, dropping her onto the bed with a soft bounce. Her shirt rode up further, exposing warm, flushed skin between her thighs.
His knees nearly buckled at the sight.
Swollen, kiss-stained lips.
Her chest rising and falling as her hair spread around her like a halo.
"Oh, what's wrong?" she teased softly, echoing their earlier words.
Her legs drifted further apart, knowing exactly what she was doing.
That did it.
His restraint snapped.
Shouta moved before she could say another word - his hand shooting out to grab her ankle, dragging her sharply down the bed toward him.
A surprised laugh broke from her as her body slid across the sheets, hair fanning out behind her.
He followed immediately, crowding over her, one hand braced beside her head as his mouth crashed down on hers in a sudden, frantic kiss.
His other hand skimmed beneath her shirt, pulling the fabric up till it was over the swell of her chest, her back arching just enough for him to rid of the last layer.
His mouth descended -
A trail of hot kisses down the column of her throat, between the soft curve of her breasts.
He captured one nipple with his mouth while rolling the other between his thumb and finger, her body reacting instantly, arching off the bed beneath them.
The sensations distracted her, her fingers fumbling with the belt at his waist, working it loose with impatient urgency.
Shouta's mouth trailed lower, tongue darting down with teasing nips along the way before he straightened.
His eyes lingered on her pretty, flushed lips as he undid the last of his belt buckle.
The relief was immediate as he shed the final layer, pushing the fabric down and freeing himself, already tense and aching with need.
Both of them completely bare now, he stroked himself once, his gaze sweeping slowly over her body, taking in every detail as if it were the first time seeing her.
She watched him too.
The bob of his Adam's apple as he swallowed.
The strong lines of his sculptured body, usually hidden beneath his loose, baggy uniform.
She bit her lip, unable to look away.
Anticipating him.
Shouta dropped to his knees beside the bed, drawing her legs closer as they settled over his shoulders, guiding her hips forward with steady hands.
Then he gave in.
All patience gone - replaced by raw, focused hunger as he claimed her, breath hot and unsteady against her skin.
He didn't bother teasing her.
His lips wrapped around her clit, causing her to flinch and whine, her legs tightening on his shoulders, drawing him closer in response.
Gods.
She tasted incredible - warm, sweet, completely intoxicating - and he couldn't get enough of her.
His fingers dug deeper into the soft flesh of her thighs as his tongue slipped between her folds, drawing breathless gasps she tried to hide behind her hand.
That wouldn't do.
He pulled back just enough to catch her wrist, guiding it gently but firmly down to her sides.
"Don't," he murmured, his stubble brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
"Let me hear you."
He needed to hear her.
All those pretty little sounds.
"It's just us."
Then he returned to his ministrations, her hips moving instinctively, chasing the sensation.
And this time, the noises slipped freely.
Breathless. Broken. Just for him.
They made his cock twitch, and he groaned, the vibration against her causing her to arch her back, desperate for more.
His hand moved down with steady purpose before slipping two fingers inside of her, working her slowly as he stretched her while continuing to lap at the sweet taste of her.
He curled his fingers, using his thumb to brush lightly against her clit, and her body reacted instantly.
He felt it.
The way her muscles started to coil and tighten around his touch.
The way her body began to tremble.
She was getting close.
Trying to grind her hips against his mouth.
And he welcomed it.
"Shouta-"
He curled his fingers, dragging them against that soft, sensitive spot.
His eyes lifted to hers, watching her unravel from his touch.
"Let go, Ashe."
Her body tightened - then broke.
A sharp cry tore from her throat as the tension snapped, her back arching off the mattress, her legs locking around him as her hands found their way into his hair, twisting hard as the wave crashed over her.
"Shouta-!"
He groaned, burying his tongue deeper to taste all of her sweet release. He felt her clench around his fingers, the way she trembled beneath his hands.
She tasted incredible, warm and intoxicating as he guided her through her climax.
He didn't stop.
His fingers continued to curl and move slowly, letting her ride through the last of the waves, her body still shuddering underneath him.
Only when he felt the tension ease - her grip loosening in both her legs and his hair - did he lift his mouth, trailing kisses upward until he settled over her once more.
His arms braced on either side of her head, holding himself above her.
Ashe wore a satisfied, dazed little smile.
Her hands settled on his shoulders before one of them found its way to his cheek, pulling him down into a deliberate kiss, tasting herself on him.
His hand found hers without thinking, entwining and lacing his fingers with hers, guiding it back beside her head as he positioned himself between her legs.
"Eyes on me," he murmured against her lips.
His forehead brushed hers as their eyes met - dark and intense.
Taking the time to really look at her.
The flush in her cheeks.
Her parted lips.
The slight moisture on her chin from where she'd kissed him.
Their eyes locked.
Shouta pressed his hips gently against her, just a test at first - his cock sliding between her wet folds.
A soft whine left her throat, still sensitive from her last release.
And he couldn't help the answering groan that escaped him.
The warmth of her.
How easily he could slip in.
How she felt - perfect.
Then he moved again, guiding himself forward, sinking into her with a slow, steady motion that drew a silent cry from her lips.
Their eyes never left each other.
Their fingers tightening together.
Shouta sank fully into her, pressing down until there was nowhere left to go, then stilled - holding them there for a moment as they both adjusted to the sensation.
Every inch of him was on edge, every nerve lit up from the simple fact of being inside her.
He exhaled slowly through his nose, trying - and failing - to stay calm.
She felt like home.
Like something he never wanted to lose.
Christ, the way she looked back at him.
How she saw all of him and wanted him anyway.
He pulled out just a little, still wrapped in the warmth of her, before slowly thrusting forward again.
Delighting in the way he felt her toes curl, her heels digging into his lower back.
Then he repeated the motion - slow, steady, deliberate.
Ashe arched into him, her head tilting back, and he took full advantage of her exposed throat.
Her breasts pressed into his chest as she cursed under her breath, his teeth sinking into that soft spot just beneath her ear.
"Fuck. Shouta-"
He couldn't help himself.
He soothed the sting with his tongue, catching her earlobe next between his teeth before whispering,
"Oh. What's wrong?"
A soft laugh escaped her, quickly turning into a moan when he thrust a little deeper that time, catching her off guard.
She tugged his hair in return, a wicked grin tugging at her lips as she clenched on purpose, causing his hips to stutter as he growled against her neck.
"Brat," he accused, with no real malice
He shifted himself more upright, sitting taller over her.
Hooking one of her legs over his arm, he used his hold to pull her hips into his as he thrust.
A sharp cry echoed through the room.
And he did it again.
Skin on skin slapped as the force of it knocked the air from her lungs.
A low groan tore from his chest.
Dark eyes fixed on her as he lifted her leg higher, hooking it over his shoulder before pressing a trail of kisses along her calf.
"Fuck," she whined again as he reached deeper.
"That's it..." he muttered.
"Look at you. Made for me, weren't you?"
The sounds she made were sinful - like a melody to his ears, wrapping around him and pulling him under.
Mine.
The possessive thought curled low in the pits of his stomach.
Her eyes locked on his, matching the same hunger and intensity, breath catching in her throat as her hands gripped the sheets underneath her.
"Yours," she breathed.
"Yours, Shouta."
Fuck.
He rewarded her with a sharp thrust, teeth biting lightly into her calf.
"Good girl," he growled.
Her body arched more, chasing more, needing more.
He felt it immediately.
His movements lost their careful rhythm, growing faster, rougher, chasing her release as much as his own - hips driving forward with growing urgency as a strained groan tore from his chest.
"Shouta, I'm -"
She couldn't finish the sentence, her words dissolving into moans, whispers, and breathless curses.
"I know," he murmured.
His hand moved, thumb circling against her clit, and she jolted from the contact with another sharp cry.
"Come for me, Ashe."
She responded as if on command.
The tension inside her snapped, the rest dissolving into a cry as her body finally gave in.
And he felt every part of it - the way she tightened around him, sucking him in, pulling him right to the edge.
Before he followed her.
"Fuck," he growled, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled into her.
Then he dropped back down into a slower rhythm, his cock still twitching as she continued to clench around him, both of them still riding the fading waves.
He buried his face into her neck, breathing her in.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, holding on, trembling as the aftershocks rolled through her body.
They stayed like that for a moment - tangled limbs together, breathing hard - slowly coming back down to earth.
Her hands moved to his hair as she buried herself into his neck too, her nails scratching gently against his scalp in slow, soothing strokes.
Shit. That feels good.
Shouta pressed his face deeper into her skin, inhaling her, kissing along her neck, tasting the faint salt there from sweat and effort.
He was still buried in her.
Still warm.
Still connected.
He let out a slow breath, the tension draining from his body bit by bit as the steady rhythm of her breathing settled against his chest.
He could stay here forever.
Just like this - wrapped around her, holding her close - with nothing else in the world demanding his attention.
The room settled into a comfortable silence, broken only by the faint hum of music drifting up from downstairs and the slow rhythm of their breathing.
Shouta rolled onto his side, taking his weight off her.
A soft sigh escaped her as he slipped free. His hand came up, brushing the damp strands of hair sticking to her forehead back.
"You okay?" he asked quietly.
She nodded against him, pressing a gentle kiss to his jaw.
"More than okay."
She curled further into him, seeking his warmth.
Without hesitation, he pulled her on top of him, her body settling perfectly against his, fitting there like she belonged.
She settled against him, her cheek resting on his chest as her fingers traced lazy patterns along his skin.
"So," she said softly.
"Still think I'm trying to kill you?"
He exhaled slowly through his nose, though the faint twitch of his mouth gave him away.
"Yes."
Then-
"But it was worth it."
Her quiet laughter vibrated against his chest, and he tightened his arms around her just a little, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead.
"We'll have the morning too," Ashe hummed, her eyes watching him through her lashes.
"I don't have to get Noa until after lunch."
Shouta opened one eye, peeking down at her - catching the grin tugging at her lips, the way her teeth caught her bottom lip.
Catching the very suggestive idea forming in her head.
A slow breath left him, something between a sigh and a tired laugh.
"You're insatiable," he muttered, voice low but fond, pulling her a little closer and catching her mouth in another heated kiss.
She only smiled wider.
And the rest of the night disappeared into quiet kisses and tangled sheets.