Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/10742580.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Katekyou_Hitman_Reborn!
  Relationship:
      Gokudera_Hayato/Original_Female_Character(s)
  Character:
      Gokudera_Hayato, Original_Female_Character(s), Sawada_Tsunayoshi, Ten
      Years_Later_Vongola_Tenth_Generation, Ten_Years_Later_Characters_(Reborn)
  Additional Tags:
      fantasies, Probably_has_kinks, does_fantasies_count_as_a_warning, putting
      it_there_just_in_case, The_Author_Regrets_Nothing, or_maybe_i_regret
      everything, because_to_me_this_is_lame, Blackmail, Smut, Gokudera_is_a
      douche
  Collections:
      Anonymous
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-27 Updated: 2017-04-30 Chapters: 3/? Words: 3927
****** Still So Naive ******
by Anonymous
Summary
     Gokudera said he would wait and show restraint. Just because he said
     that to himself doesn't mean he's going to keep it.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Notes
     Before I begin, I'm writing this as practice (sort of). I suck at
     stuff like this.
“Mister Sawada,” a mafia boss – of a minor family, from backwater Italy – said
nervously, waving a hand at the girl behind him. Said girl bobbed her head,
looking shy. "My daughter." Tsunayoshi smiled at her politely.
“You must be...Catarine,” the Vongola Decimo (or, Neo Vongola Primo) said,
relieved he had remembered her name. “It's nice to meet you.”
“It's nice to meet you too,” she said, her voice quiet and eyes lowered. Tsuna
noted vaguely that she was pretty, in an innocent sort of way; if he had been
his fourteen-year-old self, he would've fallen for her, hard. As it was, it
seemed less likely now he was twenty-four.
No, that was a lie. But he had to keep telling himself that because from the
moment Catarine had walked in an hour ago, Gokudera had watched her.
And Tsuna couldn't ruin Gokudera's chances – mainly because if he asked
Catarine out she'd have to say yes and then, he thought, Gokudera would be
distraught.
Tsuna was still naive. He thought Gokudera's interest was pure.
===============================================================================
Catarine was not classically beautiful, but she was still beautiful. She
was...cute, if a word had to be put on it, but at the same time she was also
'sexy', and the image of her in cat ears and tail was enough to send him
reeling.
But even then Gokudera, for all his intelligence, struggled to label her. But
then, that was probably because his mind was running rampant with disturbing,
twisted fantasies.
The first vivid one to strike him over the head was of ripping off her clothes,
and she would scream out. No one would hear, of course, and he would continue,
unwrapping her like a present, slowly, watching her embarrassment grow and her
skin heat up. And then he would take her, devour her, so she couldn't-
But then the second hit, and he was shoving aside her clothes, bending her over
the counter. Her hair would fall around her face, her legs shaking against his,
and he would flatten her against the bench, filling her with cum. Again and
again and again, until she straightened, and then it would drip out, trickling
down her legs, and he would watch and-
He stopped suddenly, Tsuna casting a concerned look at him. "Gokudera?" He had
long since dropped the honorific.
"Juudaime, it's nothing," Gokudera said, recovering quickly. But it was
happening again.
The third one was a wedding-
After Tsuna and Catarine had met, Gokudera asked quietly, watching her leave,
"How old is she, Juudaime?"
Tsuna looked at him, startled. "Fifteen, I think?"
Old enough to marry in some countries, then. He fell back behind Tsuna, then
glared at Yamamoto. "What, baseball idiot?"
Said idiot paused, tapping the scar on his chin. He flicked a look at Tsuna,
then satisfied the Decimo was absorbed in greeting allies and guests, leaned in
close to Gokudera. "Why are you so...interested...in Catarine?"
Gokudera glared back, twirling a ring on his finger. "Am I not allowed to be?"
Yamamoto studied him with cold eyes. Damn, ever since Reborn had trained him to
be a hitman, the baseball idiot had become even more of a danger. "Gokudera,"
he said finally, "I saw how you were looking at her. You...aren't going to be
nice about this, huh?"
Gokudera rolled his eyes, focusing on the idiot. "I'm always nice."
Yamamoto sighed and smiled blandly. "Aha, if you really believe that, you're
delusional."
Gokudera definitely hated this Yamamoto. How the fuck was he supposed to have a
secret stash of candy if Yamamoto could read him like a book? "Idiot, I'm not
going to do anything that Juudaime will know of."
"Oka- Wait, what?" Yamamoto grabbed his arm. "Gokudera, what are you planning?"
This desperation made Gokudera curl his lip in disgust.
"Lemme go," Gokudera spat, yanking his arm out his his grip. He lowered his
voice. "I can do what I like, I'm mafia."
===============================================================================
Catarine was also mafia, and an only child. That meant her father had to search
for a successor, which meant he wouldn't be guarding his gorgeous, helpless
little lamb of a daughter quite so carefully.
Gokudera approached as the song ended, the dancing slowing as the room gathered
their breath for the next song. He held out a hand to Catarine wordlessly, who
blinked at it, shocked.
"My name is Gokudera Hayato," he told her easily, pretending that he wasn't
ravaging her in his mind. "Would you like to dance?"
She swallowed, and Gokudera wanted to bite her neck, mark her as his. "S-Sure."
===============================================================================
 He wanted to chain her to his bed and make her beg for release. He wanted to
touch in the places no one else has. He wanted to tease her, to make sure she
could only ever think of him.
But it was only fantasies. He couldn't act on them - could he? Could he really
just take Catarine? Another look told him he could. He ghosted a hand over her
thigh, before pretending he had done nothing when she blushed and looked at
him, seeking confirmation. The dance was over, and the two were standing side
by side, Gokudera trying his best to stay away and failing miserably.
"Pardon me," he began, turning to her, "But how old are you?"
Catarine blinked, answering, "fourteen."
Damn. Fourteen?  At this rate it felt like he was going to either find out she
was a thousand year old vampire or a four year old loli. A vampire would be
pretty cool, but a loli would not be. Sure, he was a pervert, but for fuck's
sake, he had standards.
"And you?" She asked politely.
"Twenty-four," he answered, then gestured at Tsuna. "So is Juudaime." Why did
he say that? She'd probably end up interested in Juudaime, but he wanted to
fixate solely on him.
"Gokudera, can I talk to you?" Yamamoto appeared out of nowhere. He glanced at
Catarine, smiling apologetically.
"Fine."
Yamamoto lead them away from Catarine, and then Yamamoto said quietly. "If you
do it, I'll kill you."
Gokudera smirked, lighting up a cigarette. "I know. I might not." Yamamoto
probably wouldn't literally kill him, anyway. More like fight him. Despite the
swordsman's reputation for being merciless, he had way too many morals for the
mafioso lifestyle.
Gokudera's words did not reassure Yamamoto in the slightest.
Gokudera walked back over to Catarine, admiring the way her skirt fell around
her legs. His fingers twitched as he daydreamed about ripping them upwards,
then sliding his thumbs under her underwear and pulling them down. One finger
tracing her, feeling her as she became wet, and then plunging in. Back arching
into him, raising herself up, but he would push her back down, telling her it
was only a finger.
"What's only a finger?" Catarine asked, and Gokudera's heart jumped violently.
"Nothing. I was just thinking." He looked away quickly, sucking in smoke. He
wanted to break her, destroy her, own her.
What sort of sick bastard was he turning into?
***** Chapter 2 *****
A chance encounter meant they met two days later, on the footpath, with
Catarine so lost in her book she walked into Gokudera. He was glad he hadn't
moved because in that instant, he had felt the softness of her body.
Gokudera smiled pleasantly at Catarine. “It's nice to see you again.”
Catarine smiled back before her attention was grabbed by her phone. Startled,
she fumbled and dropped it, which Gokudera deftly caught just before it hit the
ground. Mouthing a thank you, she answered the call.
“Dad?” A pause as she listened, and Gokudera placed a second cigarette in his
mouth. Then a third, lighting them each. He had to ignore her shoulder, had to
pretend it wasn't so white and soft-looking and biteable.
“Uh, sure, I'll be there soon,” Catarine said, hanging up. “Um, I have to go,”
she said sheepishly.
“Then I'll see you again some other time,” Gokudera replied, watching her run
away.
He loved Italian heat now. The hot climate meant Catarine was wearing less
clothes. A singlet and shorts, he thought, with sandals. Her father was either
stupid or blind for letting his beautiful, perfect daughter out like that with
no man to protect her. The mere fact she was the daughter of a mafia don made
it more enticing.
Gokudera placed another cigarette in his mouth.
===============================================================================
“Stay away from Vongola, Catarine.”
Catarine frowned at her father's words. “Why?”
He nibbled on a nail, then his hand dropped. He lifted it again and ran a
shaking hand through his hair. “Because...y'know, at first I wanted you to
marry the Decimo, Sawada.”
“Marry?” Catarine frowned. “For the Family?”
“Yes, but, there's too much danger.”
“I-I don't understand...”
“His right-hand man, Catarine. Stay away from him.”
“...You mean Gokudera? Why? He's nice and treats me well, better than those
other-”
“You don't understand.” Still so naive, he thought, staring at his daughter. He
had to protect her, but at the same time was unwilling to tell her. “He's...an
animal,” he decided on saying.
Catarine blinked. “How?”
It both cursed and blessed her innocence. Not many fourteen-year-olds could be
truly like this, surely.
“You remember school?”
“Of course,” Catarine laughed. “I have to return there in a week.” Mafia
school, where Squalo was an alumnus. Apparently he had done a job for her
father, and based solely on that he had sent her to that school.
“Health class,” he said seriously, and it dawned on Catarine as to what he
meant.
“Um, are you saying...”
“Gokudera Hayato is a man you must stay away from,” he told her seriously,
feeling sick as he watched the light dim in her eyes. “He may be Vongola, and a
powerful one at that, but stay away from him. Even if it means insulting him. I
know Sawada will understand. Okay?”
Catarine nodded, disbelieving of her father but choosing to follow his orders
anyway.
===============================================================================
Stay away from Vongola, her father had said, but if Vongola was greeting with a
small bow, a smile, a puff of cigarette smoke and a warm greeting, it was hard
to ignore.
“Was it anything important? The other day?”
Catarine shook her head. “No, not really.”
“...Hm.” Gokudera looked away, then back at her, startled. He took the
cigarette out of his mouth, then asked, “Is it okay if I smoke? Sorry, I forgot
to ask the last time as well.”
Catarine shook her head. “No, it's okay with me. My older brother smokes as
well as some other mafioso I know so it's fine.”
Gokudera seemed to stiffen. “Older brother?” He cursed the fact he hadn't
researched shit like this – that said, he had priceless dirt on her father and
the mafia family.
“Yeah,” Catarine said nervously. “He's ten years older than me.”
Gokudera studied her. “A big age gap, if you don't mind me saying.”
“Well...” Catarine shrugged sheepishly. “I was a surprise.”
“I have an older sister,” Gokudera told her, placing two more cigarettes in his
mouth. “Bianchi. She's the Poison Scorpion.”
“I've heard of her,” Catarine said brightly. “Your sister, huh? That's pretty
cool, to have an awesome sister like that.”
Gokudera smirked dryly. “So, do you-”
His phone rang with the ringtone he set for Tsuna. He answered it, then
straightened his back. “Yes, Juudaime.”
He looked sorry as he turned back to Catarine. “Sorry, I have to go. But can I
meet with you another time?”
Catarine nodded. “Sure.”
“Same place, same time tomorrow?” Gokudera asked, walking backwards. Christ,
was this some lame shoujo manga?
Catarine nodded again, and Gokudera ran off to complete the task Juudaime had
given him.
===============================================================================
Gokudera barely tasted the hot coffee as he drank, using the burn of it to
centre himself. Why the hell was she so damn tempting?
But restraint, he told himself sternly. Restrain yourself, it'll all work out.
They were sitting in a booth near the back of the shop, isolated from the rest
of the crowd. It was unlikely he'd be attacked here, but If it did happen then
he'd destroy them. Destroy them and be thank he had the chance to save Catarine
because then she would be indebted-
“So what's working for the Vongola like?” Catarine asked.
Gokudera's eyes snapped to hers, and Catarine flinched, surprised at the
intensity. He softened, saying, “It's fun working for Juudaime.”
“Um, what does 'juudaime' mean?” Catarine looked apologetic.
“Tenth boss,” Gokudera said simply. “It's Japanese.”
“Oh, okay then.” Catarine nodded, sort of understanding that Tsuna was Japanese
and therefore his – mostly Japanese – Guardians would speak it all the time.
“Juudaime saved my life,” Gokudera said enthusiastically. “And he's also really
kind too, but-” he flushed, “-your probably already know that? One conversation
and anyone can see that.”
Catarine nodded her agreement. “Oh, yeah, totally. Sometimes it's like he's not
a boss? But then at the same time he is. It's a bit weird.”
“...Don't you think it's a bit weird that a twenty-four year old man wants to
have coffee with a fourteen year old?”
“No, I don't really?” Catarine cast him a questioning look, wondering what he
meant.
Gokudera fell silent, staring at his now empty cup. He glanced at her empty
plate. “Anything you want to do now?”
“I don't really mind,” she said, waving a hand. Gokudera grabbed her hand and
pressed it against her forehead, savouring the contact.
She jumped then froze, unsure what to do. Gokudera had his eyes closed, mouth
slightly parted. “Dammit,” he whispered.
“What is it? Is something wrong?” Catarine asked, concerned.
Gokudera just shook his head, and that was when she felt the hand on her knee.
She flinched away from the contact, then stilled when Gokudera opened his eyes
and glared at her. He was a different person, dark and intense.
“Stay away from Vongola. He's an animal.”
His hand was sliding under her skirt, softly tracing her thigh. Gokudera slid
forwards, leaning off of his seat, eyes fixed on her.
He released her, and she moved back, away from him, thinking it was a really
stupid idea to take the booth in the corner where no one stops by. “No,” she
said as Gokudera slid into the booth again, this time beside her. “n-”
He clapped a hand over her mouth, whispering, “If you scream, I'll destroy your
father and your Family.”
Catarine twisted around to look up at him as he slid an arm around her waist,
relishing her trembles. He smiled at her, then whispered again, “Do as I say,
okay?”
Catarine seemed to refuse with her eyes as she became defiant, wriggling
against his grip. Damn if her body didn't feel good.
He dragged her closer until he had his legs wrapped around hers, locking in
place. “Catarine,” he said, enjoying how her name sounded. “I know a lot of bad
things about your father and your family.” Catarine shook her head violently in
refusal, whimpering against his palm.
“And what your brother did.” It was a bluff, but her brother was doing
something bad, he knew it. He just didn't know what, exactly. Catarine
apparently did, for she froze again, hands curling against his chest. “I really
will, you know. I'm mafia, born and raised – do as I say and everyone will be
fine. Capiche?”
Catarine hesistated, then nodded slowly. Gokudera smiled at her lovingly before
releasing. “Don't tell anyone, okay?”
“Yes,” Catarine whispered.
Gokudera smiled again, not caring that he had chosen the path that prevent
actual love. So long as she was his and he had complete control, he didn't
care.
Damn, he was sick, but he was enjoying this.
 
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
A text from Gokudera telling her to go to this address, and Catarine wondered
if she should go. But he knew what her brother had done, what had happened on
that night, so she had to.
“I'm going out,” she called out to the house, dressed as she normally would in
a skirt and blouse. The heat wasn't as intense as before, and she hoped it
would stay that way.”
A servant waved as he went past, acknowledging her. Satisfied, she left.
Three blocks away and her hands were shaking with fear, but she kept going. One
foot in front of the other, until she stopped outside the house. A small
cottage, and her legs were shaking violently.
The path seemed so long to walk. When she finally reached the door, she
couldn't bring herself to knock.
The door swung open, and Gokudera was there, smoking four cigarettes in one go.
He jerked his head at her, and Catarine took three steps inside before
stopping.
A fully furnished house, she thought dazedly. She had imagined it to be bare,
with maybe a bed or a bathroom.
“I bought this place a year ago, when I wanted to get away from the baseball
idiot,” Gokudera told her, taking her bag and hanging it from the hook.”No one
else has been here, aside from Juudaime and that damn knife prince.”
Catarine would have asked who he was talking about if she wasn't trembling
violently.
Gokudera thought about stripping her, then fucking her against that wall. “You
dressed normally,” he said.
“Y-Yes.”
Gokudera studied her some more, before snubbing out his cigarettes. “Would you
like something to drink?”
“No, th-thank you.”
“Nothing? To eat?”
“N-No...”
Gokudera sighed. “Come here.”
Catarine froze, before approaching. Gokudera swung her onto his lap, her legs
stretched outon the couch. One arm wrapped around her waist, he took off her
sandals and flung them to the floor.
Damn, she was tiny. “How tall's your mum?”
Catarine opened her mouth, trying to form the words. “Sh-She wasn't m-much
taller than me.”
And her father wasn't all that tall either. He hoped she would stay this size,
because she was perfect like this.
He started unbuttoning her blouse, saying, “Remember, don't scream.”
Catarine didn't respond, until he moved to take it off. Then she smacked his
hand away, covering herself with her blouse.
Gokudera, surprised, half-smiled. “Have you decided to fight back?”
Catarine didn't reply, face flushing. “Catarine?” he caught a glimpse
of...something, and he reached out to grab at her blouse. She shoved him away
again.
Gokudera, perversely enjoying himself, managed to get the blouse off without
ripping it. And then he froze.
Scars crossed her torso, a line of x's across her front. He traced one of them
gently, then asked, “How?”
Catarine gaped at him. “You should know.”
So this had something to do with her brother. He brushed his lips against them,
murmuring, “I want to confirm.”
Catarine's skin was burning, and he undid her bra, slipping that off and
throwing it to join her blouse. “Tell me. Say it.”
“M-My brother,” she said, her blush deepening. Gokudera sighed, then sat back
down properly, positioning her so he was facing her back. He wasn't hard yet,
not by a long shot, but he was still buzzing.
What would it take? He wondered to himself, making her lean back and then
fondling her breasts. “Why are you here? Protecting your brother? He did that
to you.”
Catarine was gasping, writhing against his touch. “P-Please don't, Gokudera,
please...”
Gokudera halted in his movements. “Why?”
“He's family,” she said after a pause. “Father said to look out for family, and
besides, I don't hate him for these.” She looked up at him with pure eyes, and
Gokudera wanted to make them glaze over with lust. “He's looked out for me more
times than he's hurt me.”
Gokudera watched her determination with envy. He slipped his hands down to her
hips, Catarine folding her arms over her chest.
Like hell her reasons mattered. All that mattered was she was here, in his lap,
and he was going to have her whether he took it by force or not.
He couldn't wait any longer. He promised himself that he would wait, to show
restraint, but it hadn't worked. His lust had only built up over time, like a
dam, and now he was about to burst.
===============================================================================
He slipped his hands under her skirt, making her gasp and say, “Please, don't.”
“All I hear is please,” Gokudera breathed against her neck, fingers slipping
down under her underwear and tracing her.
A sob broke out of her as he had two fingers pressing down on her pussy, the
other working her panties off. They fell around her knees, and his spare hand
gripped her hip. She pushed against his hands, trying to pry him away.
“You're not very strong,” he observed, and she struggled even more. He bit at
her shoulder, then licked. He twisted her around, changing his mind. No
penetration, not yet. He wasn't hard enough.
He gripped her waist. Catarine placed her hands on his shoulders, forcing him
away. Gokudera snickered, head back and looking up at her. She was still trying
to run.
“You think you can get dressed and run quicker than I can catch you?” he
laughed. “The windows and door to this room are locked; So's the front and back
door. Can you?”
He gripped her tighter, bringing her closer. “I know this technically...sexual
assault, so far, but I'm going to enjoy myself.”
He looked up at her, barely to think straight, his lust so strong he just
wanted to fuck her. But not yet. Not...now.
Catarine winced as he traced his tongue over a nipple, before sucking on it.
She made a disgusted sound, gripping his hair.
“Mm. Like that,” Gokudera breathed against her skin. “Keep...like that.” His
voice was coming out ragged, and Catarine regretted ever meeting this man.
===============================================================================
Her skirt was off, and now she was fully exposed. Her embarrassment was
overwhelming, her panic obvious as she again twisted away, clawing at the couch
to escape.
Gokudera took no notice, spreading her legs and his mouth over...her.She
moaned, more disgust than anything else. “No, not there, that's...dirty,” she
pleaded.
He withdrew, and licked her. “Ah, not yet,” he whispered. “Not your hymen, not
yet.”
Catarine took that as a sure sign she was going to be raped. She intensified
her struggles.
Gokudera released his hold, and she flew towards her clothes. She had barely
managed to find her skirt before Gokudera was behind her, watching her.
Naked.
He was-
Oh god someone help, she thought, as he lifted her up and carried her into
another room, one with a bed. He locked it behind him, before throwing her onto
the bed.
Damn, he was hard now, but not her hymen. Not yet. He placed her so she was
against the headrest of the bed, the cold wood pressed against her flesh. She
was crying, when had she started?
“Catarine,” he muttered against her neck, “I would say sorry but that would be
a lie. I'm going to...take you from behind, okay?”
He lifted her, ignoring her begging. “If you want, fight me. But I'll enjoy
that more,” he said to her.
And he started delicately, only the tip going in first. She shuddered, hands
over mouth.
“You can scream if you want,” he told her, before easing himself in.
In his haste he forgot lube. But in his lust it didn't matter. He allowed to
rest for a moment, before starting.
She gasped out his name, hair falling around her face as she fell limp. Her
arse was tight, Gokudera thought, pleased. He thrust his hips, wrapping a hand
in her hair, the other around her waist. She was beautiful, and he told her so.
 
Chapter End Notes
     why am i still writing
Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed
their work!