Thank you for all the reviews, I wish I had more time for writing /cries

I still ship 1827 to the moon even though I'm hardly inspired to write fanfiction anymore ;~;

soft smut incoming

The sexual tension between them was off the charts. After she stumbled out of a closet like a blind person looking at the sun for the first time, she tactfully steered clear of Hibari. A sidelong glance here or a suggestive smirk there would definitely melt her on the spot. After what had transpired them, the rest of the night might as well had been nondescript; she threw back some drinks, partook in some of Kyoko and Haru's shenanigans, and tried to subtly brush off Mukuro's questions about what exactly went on in the closet.

The party started to wind down around two in the morning. Tsuna almost stumbled on her way to the living room to find Reborn—her legendary clumsiness starting to resurface the further inebriated she got. Her agent had instructed her to tell him when to send her a chauffeur for her way home, which was odd because Reborn had driven them here. She'd shrugged and acquiesced, if only to not look a gift horse in the mouth.

Reborn took a look at her and snorted. "Drink water when you get home unless you like feeling like shit in the morning. Kusakabe's ready to pick you up downstairs." Tsuna wasn't sober enough to feel offended and only nodded her thanks. After waving everyone goodbye (and rejecting Mukuro's offer to go home with him, feeling that he meant it only as a cruel joke), she wrapped her jacket around her to attempt to ward off some of the blustery winds as she made her way outside. A man stood in one of the larger garages, his hand waving to let her know he was the driver. She fast-walked there, faintly aware she looked slightly ridiculous but knowing that she didn't quite trust herself enough to run. As she neared, she looked admiringly at the limousine. Wow. It looked like it was straight out of a movie, all sleek and black edges.

The man opened the side door for her. Tsuna recalled Reborn addressing him as Kusakabe and thanked him as she climbed in. Wow. It was even more spacious than it looked. Curiously, the passenger compartment was completely separated from the driver's with what looked like a one way door. It was cozy inside and simply furnished. Plush leather lined the seats from side to side. There was only a small, currently unstocked space for drinks underneath a plasma screen TV. She made her way to the back after she spied a futon. She kicked off her shoes and climbed on, sighing a little in happiness as she curled up on the comfortably soft pallet after draping her jacket over herself. She closed her eyes drowsily, thinking that she would probably fall asleep before they got to her house.

Only a few minutes passed when the door opened again. Mm, who's that? she wondered sleepily. She sat up and rubbed her eyes—it would be rude to take up the whole futon by herself. She immediately wished she hadn't when she met Hibari's just-as-surprised stare, although his surprise soon gave way to a slow, heart-racing smirk with the threat of desire.

He shut the door behind him with a sense of finality and stalked over with all the fluid precision of a predator. Tsuna bit her lip. Goddamn was he attractive. She quickly scooted to make room for him to sit down, blushing a bit when he raised an eyebrow. What if he didn't want to sit next to her? She'd basically made a fool of herself then. She released the breath she didn't notice she was holding when the cushion depressed next to her. Although she'd been sleepy just a few moments prior, her body was wide awake, even if her sluggish mind wasn't just yet. She drew up her jacket around herself protectively, cursing mentally when her mind decided that this was the best moment to remind her of the dirty picture she'd sent. Even with extreme embarrassment reddening her cheeks, she couldn't help but study Hibari—up close, he was even more breathtaking. A man shouldn't be able to get away with being that devilishly handsome. He was on par—no, even better than many of the male models she'd shoot with. When she was this near—and she realized that she was indeed invading his personal space, not noticing when she had crept up so close—she could finally see the true color of his eyes—not a pure blue or grey, but a curious mixture of both, framed by thick, dark lashes. She absentmindedly traced his prominent jawline with a finger all the way up to his sharp cheekbones before cupping his face with both hands. Hibari stared up at her, his piercing stare challenging her to make the first move. She raised herself on her knees before leaning over.

She started slowly. Compared to their hurried encounters at the party, they had all the time in the world. She bit teasingly at Hibari's lower lip, shivering when he grunted lowly and lifted her to deposit him in her lap, immediately missing the warmth of her jacket. As if to make up for it, Hibari set her on fire with a trail of kisses—or bites, she couldn't tell—down her neck. So much for slow. With an almost imperceptible pull, the car started to move.

Tsuna whimpered, twitching her hips as the heat traveled down to her groin. Unwilling to play spectator, she lowered her hands down to his broad shoulders, twisting to bite lightly on the shell of his ear. Pleased to hear a sharp intake of breath, Tsuna continued her assault, kissing her way along his jawline before nipping him lightly on the neck—completely taken unawares when a hand tunneled under her loose shirt. She recklessly pressed her body against his touch—a cool reprieve on the feverish summer of her skin—and closed her eyes in hazy pleasure. Their lips connected again, Tsuna eagerly sweeping her tongue over his as his hand boldly ventured to her chest, his thumb rubbing slow circles on the exposed top portion of her breasts before slipping under her bra. She arched against him as he rolled her nipple between his fingers, moaning into his mouth as she grinded her hips down against his arousal. The stiff hardness against her aching core created the perfect friction where they met. Hibari's free hand advanced further south until he caressed her bottom, squeezing the sensitive flesh before taking a firm grip on her hips and pulling her forcefully against him—ever closer so that she could properly tremble and gasp from his thrusts driving their most sensitive regions together.

"Please," Tsuna begged, her breath coming out in harsh pants as Hibari's hand left her breast to tease his finger along the damp underside of her panties—the damned pink polka-dotted ones that had gotten her in this situation.

"Please what?" he said, his voice low and frustrating—he knew damn well what she wanted—his fingers still sliding along the length of her panties, their movement unfortunately restricted by her shorts.

"Touch me," she whimpered, pressing needily against his fingers. Hibari exhaled almost painfully at her tone, his cock straining painfully against the zipper. God, she was beautiful. The expressive and large honey-colored eyes currently hooded in desire coupled with her enticing and pillowy lips had contributed to the launch of a thousand makeup advertisements. The delicious curves of her body, the luscious and silky chestnut-colored hair tumbling in loose waves down her back, the soft little sounds she made when she was being pleasured—they all almost drove him crazy with a need to satiate his lust.

With a hard swallow, Hibari guided Tsuna to sit up on her knees so he could pull her shorts down for better access. She leaned against him as he slipped a finger inside her, her tiny moans amplified from her mouth resting so close to his ear. Hibari continued his foray in her velvet heat—silently aroused by how tightly she clenched around his finger and how soft she was. The scent of her enveloped the small space they were sharing, a sweet musk that piqued Hibari's interest.

He was feeling a little less than adequate after a minute passed seemingly with no advancement in Tsuna's state of arousal, only to be surprised when she jerked against him and moaned a breathy "Right there." His efforts renewed, he slipped in another finger to pressure the raised, sensitive area inside of her—he would have felt smug from her "Oh god, you feel so good," if not overwhelmed by desire. He pushed and pulled his fingers quickly, finding that Tsuna liked the rapid pace so as long as he kept hitting that spot—her hands holding his shoulders in a death grip as her head lolled back in rapture. Her entire body stiffened as she tightened around his fingers—trembles racking her a split second after, her lips parted silently as she seized up in an orgasm. He moved his fingers to massage her most sensitive spot to maximize her pleasure, Tsuna voicing her appreciation through drawn out moans before collapsing on him, breathing hard from her ordeal.

There was barely any time for her to recuperate before Kusakabe let them know they'd arrived at Tsuna's place via intercom. She had flushed a bright red when Hibari helped her with her clothes and walked her to her door, grateful that he had let her wear his jacket. It was freezing—and when they'd reached her door, she handed his jacket back, only to reach a standstill as she tried to decide whether to invite him in or not.

In the end, she did. She had thought in confidence that she could stop things if they went too far—but she couldn't. Hibari had destroyed all of her self-control.

Tsuna awoke lazily, stretching languidly as she basked in the warm sunlight streaming through her windows. Her lips pursed in confusion as an unfamiliar jolt of soreness arced up her thighs and tightened in her stomach. Gingerly, she sat up, wincing when her muscles protested. God, why was she so stiff? The blanket fell from her body, and Tsuna almost choked as realization hit her harder than Ryohei on steroids. Naked. She was naked. Oh god—Hibari—

He pressed her so roughly against her mattress that Tsuna swore that he was hellbent on fucking her into it. Either way, she must have been a closet masochist because she dug her nails in his back and bit his shoulder as she begged for more. Naturally, Hibari obliged.

No, nononono—she slapped her palm to her forehead, swearing as her shoulders and chest responded with a slight tingling sensation.

Hibari's hands gripped her harshly at her hips as she struggled to keep upright on her arms. Her back arched so low that she was almost resting on her breasts as he thrust into her, relentless and divine and unforgiving—

Tsuna's cheeks reddened as she recalled her nightly activities, squirming in embarrassment as she felt herself becoming aroused just by thinking about how Hibari had his wicked way with her in bed—

"Spread your legs. This..." He ran a hand over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, slowly making his way towards her core, smirking when she bucked her hips against him—"Is mine tonight."

Mine tonight. And god, had she been conquered. Her heart beat rapidly as she compared the experience with her time with Mukuro—whereas Mukuro had made her feel wanted and coddled her, Hibari had made her feel needed—and hunted down as prey. She shakily stepped out of the covers, legs wobbling slightly as she headed towards her bathroom. She needed to take a shower to clear her mind.

"So I take it that you had fun last night."

Tsuna froze from toweling her hair. There were only a select few people who knew the passcode to her apartment, and judging by the voice... She swallowed before looking up and confirmed her suspicions.

"R-R-Reborn," she spluttered. Calm down. He doesn't know about Hibari—

"You're going to meet Hibari at the Namimori Café at two." Reborn made a show of looking at his watch. "It's one-thirty. I suggest you start getting dressed now."

"What? Wait, why?" Tsuna narrowed her eyes. "And aren't you supposed to prevent scandals from happening? Why did you encourage sending that picture?" And going to that party... And going home with Hibari—she gasped in realization. "You sentme home with Hibari last night?"

Her agent smirked knowingly. "He offered an exclusive contract with you. I've looked over the papers already. You just need to sign your name at the bottom."

Tsuna was too stupefied to do anything but echo his words. "Exclusive contract? Hibari Kyouya? L-Last night?" She blushed heavily.

Reborn's grin was almost scary. "Don't keep him waiting."

Blah there was more to this chapter, but I cut off about 600 words because I couldn't find a place to end it :( Also, I knew I was going to take forever writing the next scene so I just published this one so there wouldn't be a century wait.