It is because of your human nature that you've ended up with Punishment holding the back of your head as you attempted to accommodate the intrusion. Your left hand wraps around the bottom of Hanma's dick, hoping to keep him from shoving the entirety of it into your mouth abruptly. Still, the pace that he has set makes it difficult for you to breath, a sharp inhale through your nose only a very short respite.

Your eyes flick up to his face, taking in the smug expression that looks down on you. Shame curls up inside, but you shove it down and focus on dragging your tongue along his length. Your saliva dribbles out from the corner of your mouth and Hanma brings his left hand to your face, thumb gently wiping it off.

As he absentmindedly wipes it onto the cushion, you stare at the kanji that marks his hand. His own Sin that has tainted your flesh and turned you into someone that you hardly recognize. The You before Hanma had no interest in crawling after men nor kneeling before them in a show of submission. Before, a man like Hanma would have you turning your head away with a look of disgust as you refused to engage any further — you loathed men like him.

And while you wanted to curse the universe for pairing you up with someone so bothersome, biology forbids you from completely rejecting the existence of your soulmate after you've come in contact with them. 'Human nature,' you remind yourself as you swirl your tongue around his tip, a slow movement that you can tell has the man before you struggling, the hand on your head surely itching to push your head down. He refrains from anything more than watching you tease him, letting out a few expletives that your brain interprets as praise.

Taking him out of your mouth has him less than enthused, but you're eager to please him still, hand tightening around his cock as you set your own rhythm this time. Concentrating on keeping the pace, you try to ignore his burning stare.

After a few moments, his hand wraps around your wrists, stopping you. You release your own grip on him and try to move back, but Hanma drags you up onto the couch beside him.

Thoughts swirl around your head: Was it not good enough? Could you have done something better? Had taking your mouth off of him been a mistake?

You let Hanma lead you, back sinking into the couch as you lie beneth him, his knees sinking into the soft cushions. Somehow, you were always under him, another show of submission that you hated, but ultimately gave into each time.

"I wanna try something," he tells you while pulling down your shirt just enough to expose your chest. There's no chance to ask what that something is when he adjusts himself over your to rub himself between your chest, still slick with some of your saliva. You let him do that for a moment before moving yourself so that your hands could maneuver properly. Your own cold palms laid on your breasts, pushing them together so that you squeeze his dick between them.

Hanma's quiet "fuck, just like that" put your mind at ease, content with knowing that you were satisying him. He languidly rubbed his cock across your soft skin, entranced by the sight.

As he watched himself, you stared up at him as your own mind briefly wandered. Hanma was handsome — terribly so. But you can't help but repeatedly visit the question that if the butterflies in your stomach were because you've come to love him or just another byproduct of a soulmate connection. He's got you on your back without you putting up a fight, another reminder that you feel like you've turned into someone you're not. You can't imagine you would ever have been in this position with anyone else, detesting the vulnerability.

Yet, as he pleasures himself with your body, you feel your own desire coiling up in your body. You press your legs together, hoping to get some relief of your own. You're sure that if Hanma were to touch you right now, you'd be dripping. His long fingers could easily slide inside of you, curling just—

You stop that train of thought, snapping back to reality as you try to squish your breasts even closer. Anytime your mind starts doubting this connection — when it feels like the Old You tries to shove itself to the forefront of your mind — your thoughts are very quickly replaced with desperate, yearning thoughts directed toward Hanma.

It is almost embarrassing how it keeps leading you into positions like this one, belly up as you attempt to please him.

Suddenly, Hanma removes himself from you so that he can reposition, moving his dick closer to your face as he jerks himself off. Your hand finds itself on his waist, hoping to give yourself some space.

Punishment stares back at you, splayed out over his skin. "Shuji, hold on—"

Warm drops of cum hit your face, and you immediately close your eyes, focusing on the sounds of his low groans as he finishes on you. Your eyes refuse to open even once he moves away from you, content with his work. The pad of his thumb comes up to your cheek, collecting some of his cum off of your skin, but instead of rubbing it off anywhere, you feel him press the digit against your lips.

There's no room for argument, so you part your lips to allow him in. He presses down on your tongue and there's a slight saltiness that spreads and for a second you crave more.

With his thumb still in your mouth, he moves your head closer to him. "Hm… you look good like this."

When you feel the soft touch of fabric cleaning up your skin, you look at him again. There's no smug look this time, but you can sense the satisfaction radiating off of him.

You think the back of your hands burn and you imagine for a moment completely scratching off the skin, removing the tattoos that link you to Hanma, but the thought is gone just as quick as it came. As much as you want to fight it, you can't help the overwhelming feeling that this is exactly where you are meant to be.

-once you do finally get together, expect relentless teasing from just about everyone, ESPECIALLY enjin omg

-i feel like zanka is not the type to be affectionate in public at all, so if you didn’t know him, on the surface it would seem like he’s just not into you

-but in reality you can see how relaxed he is as soon as you’re around, he feels like he doesn’t have to pretend around you for sure.

-once you’re alone though he is soooooo clingy

-he needs to be living in your skin at all times, hanging off of you and grabbing whatever he can get his hands on to keep you close

-he sleeps basically wrapped around you like a snake, which has led to some pictures taken by riyo (how she even got in the room you have no idea) being spread around, continuing the merciless teasing

-he is OBSESSED with your jinki omg

-he asks to hold it all the time, just wanting to feel this piece of you in his hand, he swear he can feel your heartbeat.

—NSFW time!—

-he was extremely inexperienced before you got together, being so focused on his training he didn’t even have time to think about it.

-the first time you all are in bed together, you think he’s going to have a stroke

-he’s so clearly overthinking everything, it takes a lot of reassurance and breathing exercises to get him to calm down

-once he calms down enough, he quickly realizes his new favorite thing is eating you out

-he’s doing it more for himself than for you, loving the feeling of your thoughts wrapped around his head and your hands in his hair, if only because it makes him feel like he’s doing a good job

-you KNOW he has a praise kink omg