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could u do prompt 13 and 3 as well if you want:) canât wait to read more of ur writings x
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Prompt 3: Hanma Shuuji + hate sex and Prompt 13: Hitto Kakucho + affirmation
Hanma absolutely loves it. He loves every moment, every second, from the time heâs getting under your skin and tugging on your hair and pushing every blaring red button he can reach with his spidery fingers, to when heâs finally slammed into the concrete outside the cemetery and your hand is tangled in his hair.
âOh?â Hanma is blinking up at you, only momentarily shocked, before his face splits into the widest grin youâve ever seen. You want to slap it off his face. Hanma gets the memo and jeers, âYouâll get your chance.â
âShut the fuck up.â Is all you say in reply before your lips crash against his.
Your teeth hit his and you bite him and lick into his mouth so that he understands how much you hate him. Your hand tightens on his hair until itâs a fist and you yank him in whatever direction helps you bite and suck at his lips, draw his tongue out, or whatever the fuck it is that hits you in the head. You pant and hiss when Hanma nips back, playfully, eyes open as he watches you.
You mutter, âFreak. Disgusting freak,â into his mouth and he swallows it.
He is a disgusting freak. A clown. A fucking menace, and you hate it. When he finds the nerve to giggle at you for the second time, your other hand grabs his chin and pushes him back down by the neck. He gasps and his eyes flutter before he lays down and goes slack against you as you crawl over him, now in his lap. You hunch over him, no longer fighting his mouth and glare down at him.
âIâm gonna fuck your brains out.â You promise.
âOh, please do.â Hanma says hoarsely. âItâs about time someone did.â
You click your tongue and Hanma lays down again, spreading his legs when you lodge your knee between them.
âHow do you want me?â
You frown and Hanma laughs. You ignore it. Your hands travel down Hanmaâs chest as he gasps and shudders, ripping his suit open and discarding his tie. You rake your nails down his ribs and across his hips which have them stuttering until you reach his pants.
âHm. I donât want to fuck you there,â you say.
He makes a noise in his throat and you immediately move your hands to his ass instead. You lean in and make your lips move against his ear, necks touching.
âI want to fuck your stupid ass.â
Hanmaâs hands twitch against your chest from where he had them pressed, trying to keep some space between you two so that you couldnât feel his heart racing and mutters, âWerenât you going to even if you didnât tell me?â
âThen get on with it.â
You raise an eyebrow and pinch his ass through his trousers. Hanma squeaks.
âIâm the one making the calls, not you.â
Soon enough, youâre three fingers in and knuckle deep inside Hanma, stretching his hole. It didnât take much to get his pants off, even though he wiggled and wiggled. You held his hips and slowly unzipped him as he rolled his eyes.
You go dry. He doesnât need to be prepped pleasantly. There was nothing pleasant about their situation anyway; and you were there to make sure Hanma was as miserable as possible
He arched his back and wailed when you pumped your fingers and circled his rim. He groaned when you pulled them out. He cried when you pushed them back in. And he repeated every noise when you repeated your motions
You leave your knee wedged between his legs as he jerks his hips and rubs against you. You let him. You bite at his face and spit on his chest and neck as he swallows and you torture him in every way possible
After you hate him, but itâs never enough, and itâs late. Youâre tired of the same old thing and you take his discarded clothing and throw it into his arms
âYouâre fucking boring for all that talk,â you say with a huff.
Hanma reaches out and grabs you by your shirt, pulling you down. He presses his lips to yours and then lets you pull away. His bruised and swollen lips and pushed into a grin again. Youâre disgusted.
âYou arenât.â He tells you happily. âI had a good time.â
âCome again sometime, âkay?â
Prompt 13: Hitto Kakucho + Affirmation
Kakucho lives for affirmation, he needs it. Whatever form of it he can get, he wants. Gentle touches that urge him to do better and that heâs done so well drive him crazy; he arches and butts into them, crying for more. Gentle words like âyouâre so good for meâ âyouâve done so wellâ and âthatâs it, thatâs my good boyâ have him smiling and beaming as he prepares for more and more because heâs been good enough for you. He deserves it, he thinks, but he never says it until you confirm it; so when you kiss his thighs and pat his legs, saying, âyouâve earned a reward, babyâ, he throws himself back against the pillows propped up against his back and neck and allows himself to be treated.