𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 !

Kisaki was a loud and proud bimbo lover.

He'd fuck you any and everywhere. You're feeling sexual frustrated after a pop quiz in one of your night classes? He's waiting in your dorm. Your ex bothering you about getting back together? Let's send them a video honey. He was loud and proud of how much he loved your body.

Don't get it twisted, you two weren't dating. Kisaki was a well known dealer around campus. You want it? He had it. He also had no problem with getting a bitch bouncing on his dick in tears just because she didn't have money for her "quick fix". But you? Oh you were special.

He adored you. Those dumb big eyes, those pretty pink lips, your thick brown thighs. You were like a walking sex doll waiting to be used. You were just a simple bimbo who got lucky to be accepted in such a school to him, he was far above you. But would he tell you just what you did to his mind? No.

He craved you. He craved your lips wrapped around his cock while you were crying around him. He craved watching you moan his name while being bent backwards in almost impossible positions. He craved sending you out his dorm with your pussy full of his cum.

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•Tbh I don't think he'd even be good at comforting

•Aside from hanma, he never had to worry about someone else coming to him about they're problems, so him seeing you at his door was a shock

•He didn't think you even trusted him enough to appear at his door in tears, but he couldn't just turn his favorite client away, not even if he didn't know what to do

•He'd probably let you make yourself comfortable and ramble about your problems (which mostly involved college and pressure from parents) while he rolled up a blunt and gave small hums

•He wouldn't give any advice, well he'd try not to at least. But when he saw the opportunity he'd definitely give you some.. tough love.

"you can't let people dictate your life forever, you're a grown ass woman with your own place and for all you know; all you have is yourself."

•Of course that doesn't make you completely stop crying, but it does provide some kind of comfort

•After your little vent, he'd let you smoke yourself out, sitting you on his lap and rubbing your thighs in a comforting manner.

•He'd let you stay for as long as you needed before you felt better, even offering you a discount (nobody gets anything for free).

...What the fuck?

His surprise turned into a smug look, locking the door as he damn near skipped to the girl. She rolled her eyes, looking back at herself. "You never learned to knock?" She asked. "You never learned to lock the door?" He retorted, making the girl smack her teeth in annoyance, not in the mood.

He stood behind her, snaking his arms around her waist. She gave the male a dirty look, yet not bothering to move. "Get off me Hanma." She said, trying to sound threatening. Yet even she knew that she only sounded like a kitten meowing in his ears. "I cant hold my pretty baby now?" He questioned, laying his head on her shoulder. She'd be lying if she said he didn't make her stomach feel butterflies."Im not yours." She argued, only to be pulled closer to his body. Much to her plea- i mean dismay, the male placed a small kiss on her neck, earning a pleasurable hum in return. He glanced up at her, looking at her through the mirror. "For someone thats not mine, you aren't sayin stop." He said quietly before continuing his soft attack on her neck. Thank the stars she was brownskin, had she been any lighter and there would be problems.

Hanma could only take a few whimpers before lettering his hand roam, making its way under her skirt and to her panties. He averted his eyes to the girl below him, coming off her neck. "Still remember the safe words or did you forget that too?" He asked, sliding her panties down. The girl glared at him, mumbling a small 'yes'. He gave a small smile, fingers soon finding their way to her clit. He rubbed small circles around the sensitive bud, feeling the girl's position change. "So good f'me." He praised, fingers soon diving into her already wet cunt, earning him yet another whine. "Poor baby's so tight." He teased, the other too dazed to talk back.

Her posture began to falter, causing him to tighten his other arm around her. He sighed, taking his fingers out and getting a noticeable pout from Y/N. "Ass." She quietly insulted, soon getting picked up and placed atop the sink, knowing she was ignored. He rolled his eyes, unzipping his pants and sliding his boxers down slightly, freeing his own length from the uncomfortable bond. He noticed the girl move in his peripheral, causing him to look up at her curiously. The girl had covered her face with one hand, the other crossed against her chest.

He smiled at the sight,even laughing a bit. "You still get nervous about your face?? When we're fucking with a mirror right there?" He questioned. Y/N huffed in response, not looking at him. "Shut up." She spat. He wanted to argue, but he currently had a better solution.

Y/n remained hiding herself under her hand, eyes opened and staring at her palm. She was not supposed to do this. Let alone with him. Yet it seemed as soon as she was in her thoughts, she was yanked out of them, feeling Hanma damn near force his dick inside her. She let out a pitiful moan, the male bottoming out inside her. He let out a sigh, looking up at the girl again who's hand moved down to her mouth, other holding her up. She almost looked pained as she looked at where they connected.

Hanma let out a hum, placing small kisses on her neck to distract her. "My poor baby hasn't been getting the dick she deserves.' He muttered in between kisses, hearing her breath stutter. After a few minutes of this, he tightly gripped her hips, slowly pumping his cock in and out of her pussy.

As soon as he began moving, her moans began to fill the enclosed space, his own noises mixing in every now and then. Unable to keep his focus, his pace quicken without a warning, leaving the girl to become a moaning mess under him. His grip tightened on her flush hips, burying his head in the crook of her neck as his thrust became more wild. "Doin' so good f'me pretty baby" He said, only getting a moan in response.

He glanced up at her, moving his hand into her hair. He tugged her head back, gaining more access as he kissed all over her neck. She whined, hands weakly pressed against his chest. If you were there, you'd think she was out of it. The mix of his brutal thrust inside her and the marks he could possibly be leaving numbed her mind.

Before he could completely break her mind, she felt her orgasm near, causing her to clench onto his dick, earning a hiss from him. Despite the almost painful clench, he got the message, moving his hand from her hair to her clit, furiously rubbing the spot. "Cum f'me baby." He told, or demanded, her. She whined, bucking her hips against him as her orgasm crashed down onto her. Hanma was quick to cover her mouth, the loud moan muffled in his palm.

Once she was finally off her high, he let her go, keeping a hand on her hip. The girl looked up at him, a unintentional pout on her lips. "Aren't you gonna pull out?" She asked, confused as to why a smile was growing on his face. "For what?" He questioned, only growing her confusion. "I came.. We're done." She muttered, looking up at him, confusion evident in her eyes.

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Kisaki had a small obsession with new clients. He had a bad, bad habit of getting them addicted to shit they probably didn't know existed. And you would be no exception to that.

You were so vulnerable when you came knocking at his dorm in the middle of the night, wearing a pretty light-pink miniskirt and that white long sleeve crop top. Your friend sent you to him to buy something for your first time smoking, but the problem was you had no money. But that's okay, Kisaki would be generous to you!

He'd lead you into his dorm and sit you down on his couch before sitting a small bag of weed in front of you on the table, plopping on the couch beside you. Close beside you. He'd listen to you explain your curiosity and lack of money, humming after every sentence as his eyes lingered over your smaller frame.

After listen to your little rant, he'd offer to let you smoke with him, free of charge. In his own words, "it was on the house." And of course you agreed! He's more experienced than you and you didn't hafta pay, it was a win-win. But unfortunately he wasn't gonna just let you leave without giving him something.

He'd guide you into getting yourself nice and high, even after choking a few times. You were definitely a fast learner, but your tolerance was so low. You made taking advantage of you too easy.

It wasn't long before he had you whining from every touch, even a simple thigh rub. You couldn't even look him in the eyes as he took another drag from the blunt, soon putting it out in the ashtray. He couldn't smoke and focus on his new customer.

Everything happened so fast for you. One second you were on the couch trying not to die from a simple task, the next you're being bent in a almost uncomfortable position as the man behind you fucked you into a even dumber state than before.

He wouldn't listen to your pleads to "slow down" or "be gentle". This was what you owed him after he went through so much to help you. You even tried to reach back and force him to slow down, but that only got you a rough slap on your ass, causing you to yelp and move almost immediately.