The Yakuza's flower

Touch 18+

WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAIN AN 18+ SCENE!!!!

Ume's pov

Right after dinner and after having that huge conversation about the proposal, the yes, just everything.

Hanayama and I sneaked off to his room....

Actually...
Our room ...

The door had barely clicked shut before Hanayama pulled me against him.

His mouth finding mine, kissing me slowly at first... then deeper, like he'd been holding back for too long .

My fingers slid up his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt, and he let out a low growl— the kind he only ever made when he really wanted me.

I broke the kiss with a soft gasp,

"Kaoru..." I moaned breathlessly.

His hands were already on my hips, big and warm, pulling me in closer each time our bodies pulled apart even for a second.

"Mm?" He hummed

"E-easy" I managed to say in between our passionate kiss.

He moved from my lips and began kissing my neck , then biting and sucking on my sweet spots.

That caused Heat to shoot straight through me. Everything in my body ached for him.

His lips eventually found mine again and he kissed me with such a passion. his thumb brushing the corner of my lip like he was memorizing the shape of my answer.

One of his hands slid up my back, stopping between my shoulder blades.

He broke our kiss for a moment "You tired?" he asked — the words rough, careful.

How could he ask me that right now... right when he made my body warm up for him.

I shook my head. "Not at all."

His breath hitched — barely — and then he dipped his head to kiss me again, the kind of kiss that melted everything else in the world away.

He shifted, guiding me gently until I was lying on my back on the futon with him hovering over me — careful, controlled, every movement slow to make sure I was comfortable.

One of his hands sliding behind my back again, propping me up slightly.

"Can we ?" he murmured, voice quiet and rough.

My fingers traced his jaw.
"Yeah."

One of his hand slid down my thigh, thick fingers gripping just enough to make me moan.

"Kaoru—"

He lifted his head just enough to look at me.

.....That look alone made me blush.

"Tell me to stop," he murmured.
His voice was low, rough, already strained.

"I don't want you to stop," I whispered, curling my fingers into the back of his shirt.

"I want you..." I said in a seductive whisper. Then that's all it took.

He lowered himself carefully not putting his weight on me, his hand on my back pulled me again.

His mouth moved down my neck, slow and claiming.

Each kiss hotter than the last.

I felt his breath against my skin when he whispered my name against my collarbone:
"Ume."

I shivered.

His hands traveled under my shirt, slow and deliberate

He pulled my shirt up, and started kissing from my chest to my stomach . almost worshipful