The powerful thrusts hurt at first but you soon became used to them, Katakuri's lips leaving a fiery trail from your neck down to your chest as satisfied moans uncontrollably escape your throat, your hands gripping onto his bedsheets tightly.

You were originally trying to be quiet but it's simply impossible, the handsome man's mouth finally finding yours again as his thrusts gradually become more coarse, a lewd clapping sound beginning to echo throughout the room. 

You can't deny that you're loving every second of it though, it just feels so damn right.

Even his kiss feels like it's full of electricity as you struggle to keep up with his impetus, your whole body jolting with each of his movements and seemingly buzzing with desire as you gasp into the rough kiss when he hits a certain spot.

Apparently Katakuri picks up on this, beginning to aim for that same spot over and over, causing a pleasure-laced cry to tear from your lips as your eyes see stars.

Your climax hits you like a hurricane, only one word being able to fight it's way through your moans;

"Fuck~!"

His sharp teeth clamp onto your neck in attempts to muffle the groan that's rumbling in his throat, you can feel a slight twitch before a warmth bursts inside you, the sensation making your skin feel like it's on fire as a breathless huff escapes your sore throat.

He stills for a brief moment before collapsing onto his elbows, being careful not to crush you in your process as your hand tiredly strokes his scarred cheek, your breath ragged and body soaked in sweat. 

Well, this isn't usually how I'd apologize to somebody...

But it's hard to stay objective with him. 

Your neck and collarbones are covered in bites but he was very noticeably holding back, you could tell that he was afraid to pinch on your skin too hard in case he hurt you, honestly you find it rather precious.

The handsome redhead finally laying down beside you on the bed and carefully pulling your smaller frame closer, your head instinctively resting on his chest as he idly plays with a strand of your hair.

"Don't leave me again." His sudden request has your eyes widening slightly as you stare up at him in shock, your heart clenching inside your chest, you've found yourself torn once again.

You don't want to stop seeing him, his presence makes you happy.

But nor do you want to betray that fatherly figure who took you in. 

"I won't leave...but we'll need to be discreet for a while, otherwise pops will kill you." It hurts to say this aloud but at least Katakuri doesn't show any signs of upset, only offering a simple nod before planting a rough kiss on your forehead.

"I understand." 

Somehow his more understanding nature just makes you feel more guilty, a part of you really wants to reassure him, to tell him this is only temporary and that you'll work out a way around your adoptive father's disapproval but you also know better than to feed him potentially-false hope.

At this rate, Newgate will never warm up to the idea.

Your worries only seem to worsen when Katakuri shifts a little, stealing the duvet from you and wrapping it around his waist to cover his groin before making his way out of the bedroom, much to your confusion.

What--

"Where are you going?" You mainly fear that he had caught onto your doubts and is now distancing himself from you as to prevent himself from being hurt again, although he instantly shuts those concerns down when he begins cluttering around in the kitchen, his voice only vaguely reaching your ears.

"I'm hungry."

He gets after-sex munchies?

You can't help but snort as you roll off the bed, glancing around the room for something to censor yourself with since he took the ordeal coverage but sadly, all you can really think to use is his scarf.

It would seem that your own clothes had been either ripped open and are no longer adequate or thrown somewhere, you're not entirely sure where and you're far too sore to thoroughly search the room for them.

Though his scarf is long enough to envelope your body a few times, perhaps enough to make a very short makeshift dress. 

...It'll do. 

Grabbing the soft accessory, you firstly wrap it around your hips, making sure it hides your ass before wrapping it once again around your stomach and then one final time around your breasts before tying it into place. 

Shockingly; it looks pretty good too, you wouldn't go out on the town in such a tiny outfit but for the situation at hand, it works well enough.

And with that, you make your way into the kitchen where you spot your lover digging into some jam doughnuts, his face is purposely turned away from you but that's to be expected.

He's most likely so used to hiding himself from others that it'll take some time for him to get used to showing you his little quirks fully.

That's fine, I can wait. 

When his gaze turns back to you, a pale blush begins to dust his cheeks, his pupils noticeably resting more on your choice of clothing than your face and your heart missing a beat when the ghost of a smile tugs on his lips before he reaches for another doughnut. 

"You wear it better than I do." A sweet comment but one that makes you scoff to yourself regardless as you carefully approach the tall gentleman, giving him a delicate hug from behind.

"I disagree."

This is right, this is perfect.