#hanma shuji x y/n

[burntmarshmallowchishiya]

Hanma Shuji x Fem Y/N Smut Visuals

First post for Tokyo Revengers. I am so down bad for Hanma specifically Timeskip version.

Contains: daddy k1nk, fingering, butt plug, face slapping, degrading, spanking, teasing, p*ssy spanking and smoking

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you are impaling yourself on hanma as he smokes

you two were left in the room after a meeting he decides to tease you

he likes it when you wear jewelry

he will hold you up in his arms so he can go deeper

you've sent him n0des he will give you punishment from his tattooed right hand

you love his daddy kink and degrades you

he just needs you desperately after having to deal with meetings & 'business' deals

he wants you to FaceTime kisaki so that he can show how well he's treating you

Presses you into the mattress so he can thrust at a much better angle

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[luxthestrange]

TOKREV Incorrect quotes#22 Kitties

Y/n & Takemichi: You have no idea what We're capable of!!

Hanma: Don't take it personally but I feel like I'm being threatened by two angry kitties...

Hanagaki sibs rizz

[sleepysnk]

hanma + his girlfriend whose oblivious to the fact that his roommate is hitting on her 🤍

a/n: cijsjxjwjd i saw this and was very intrigued, but nonetheless, my brain was working at 3 am and here we are. sorry if this is shitty 😭! thank you for sending this in by the way! 🫶🏻

pairings: hanma shuji x fem!reader

warnings: modern au, college au, slight kisaki x reader, flirting, jealousy, possessiveness, nsfw, smut, some exhibitionism, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praising, use of pet names (doll, babydoll, princess, baby), some rough sex, breeding kink.

thrill ft. hanma shuji

He really hated how fucking oblivious you were.

He watched with sharp eyes how you stood there with that gorgeous smile on your face, speaking with his roommate oh so casually. Giggles flew past your lips at the little jokes Kisaki cracked to make you laugh. He wouldn’t have said a word, but a certain sentence made Hanma almost question his entire friendship with the man he had been living with for the past two years. 

“Your laugh is cute.. really cute actually.”

Hanma could not stop thinking about it.

When you paused in your snickering, he figured you would have abandoned the conversation, but you didn’t. Instead, you did the exact opposite and kept speaking with Kisaki. You even thanked him for his compliment. Hanma couldn’t believe that his flirtation went completely over your head. He was the only one who caught onto it. He knew Kisaki Tetta better than anybody else, and he knew damn well when he was trying to get at something he craved. 

He wanted to do something about it. It wasn’t the first time Kisaki had said something suspicious around you. Yet, you didn’t say a word and assumed it was platonic. However, Hanma knew that wasn’t true at all. He was done with your ignorance and he was ready to crack.

That’s how you ended up with your legs thrown over Hanma’s shoulders. His cock pressing deep into your womb, sending you over the edge from the euphoric feelings. He wasn’t showing any mercy either. He didn’t care how loud you were or how you practically begged him to not stop with tears brimming at your lash line. 

A sadistic smile wore itself into his gorgeous features. He had the best view in the whole fucking world, and he wasn’t going to let anyone, not even Kisaki, get a chance to see it. You were his. You were his angelic little girlfriend. He wasn’t about to share you. 

The hand with ‘Sin’ tattooed on it trailed down your abdomen slowly. Your flesh was like silk beneath his slender fingers. “Shiiiit, you’re driving me crazy, princess.” he slurred. 

Your fingernails clawed at the skin on his shoulders. The pleasure became almost unbearable from how great his thrusts were. You could hardly keep up with him. “H-Hanma! It’s.. too m-much! Ah!“ your head fell backwards onto the pillows behind you, eyeballs disappearing beneath your eyelids. 

God, you were so fucking stunning like that. He honestly wished you could see yourself the way he did, because he couldn’t get enough.

Your lips were swollen with drool pooling deep within your mouth, your pretty eyes were glassy with tears, and most of all, your delicious cunt was sucking his cock in perfectly. A white ring wrapped around the base, allowing him to slide inside you with such ease. If he wasn’t careful, he’d slip out, and he couldn’t allow that. Not when you’ve been taking him like the good girl you were. 

Squeezing your thigh, he pushed your legs apart further so he could stare at your pussy. It was so swollen and wet. He could feel his mouth watering at how it looked. “F-Fuck.. yeah, you take me so well, baby.” he groaned, “M-Might have to put one in ya, babydoll. You’re so fucking good.” 

He smirked when he felt your walls quiver around him tightly. You always preferred when he came inside of you. Your velvety walls covered with his cum were sending you into a frenzy. “Inside..! P-Please, Hanma!” you blubbered, looking at him with desperation in your eyes. 

He scoffed, placing your legs around his waist so he could angle himself. It’d be perfect for him to fuck his cum deep inside of you. “Yeah..? Want my cum in you, princess?” he cooed. “Such a pretty baby.. I’ll make sure you’re full.”

Hanma’s golden eyes flashed towards the clock beside the bed. He smiled devilishly when he realized that a certain someone was just a few minutes away. He knew you’d be embarrassed, but Hanma wanted Kisaki to know that you’re not to be messed with. He’d have to sit there and watch as Hanma made you cum, not him. He was the only one who could send you over the fucking edge. 

Your second orgasm was already on the horizon. The knot beneath your belly was tightening with every little thrust. Hanma could feel the way you were clenching down on him. He was determined to make you reach it. He wanted to see you fall apart underneath him. You were always the prettiest when you screamed his name. 

White stars danced along your vision as he poked at your g-spot. You were slowly losing yourself. Your mind becoming lost within a thick cloud surrounding it. “I-I’m gonna.. cum! Hanma! Oh, Hanma! Right there!” you cried, your thighs beginning to tremble as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave on a shore. 

Hanma intertwined your fingers with his as you came. He was so close to his own high, but you looked too pretty to not admire. “That’s it, doll. Cum for m-me..” his hips began to stutter as his cock twitched inside of you. “Gonna fill up this pretty cunt.. make it all mine.” 

You watched him with hazy eyes as he fucked you with such desire. The grip he had on your hand was so tight that his knuckles turned white. The effects of your orgasm were slowly disappearing, and you started to feel that white-hot pleasure again. All that came from your lips were whimpers and whines for him to cum inside you. 

A loud groan suddenly escaped his mouth as he finally reached his orgasm. Thick, white spurts of cum began to cover your pretty walls, filling you completely. Hanma practically emptied himself inside of your cunt, and he had zero regrets.

Panting, he leaned down to catch your lips on his. The kiss you shared was sloppy, but passionate. It honestly turned him on all over again, so he’d probably have to shove you into the shower so he could have another round with you. Plus, he didn’t have to clean a mess. 

“Ahem.”

The two of you turned your heads to meet an embarrassed, but angry Kisaki. The blonde stared at his roommate with annoyance.

Hanma knew it was coming, especially since he was fucking his sweet girlfriend on Kisaki’s bed. 

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself ♡.”

[nxuvillette]

hanma + jealousy / possessive sex at some type of party?! maybe he overheard some guys talking about you… smirks evilly

❥- note: nonnie this made my brain cook i had to make a drabble with this !! nsfw under the cut !!

content warnings: nsfw [17+], fem!reader, ageless + blank blogs dni, established relationship, mentions of alcohol consumption, jealous / possessive behavior, bathroom sex, jealous sex, use of pet names (babydoll , doll), breeding kink

hanma shuji never really batted an eye when it came to men and how they brought you up. he was a confident man who knew at the end of the day, you were always going to be his. he never felt threatened by another man’s presence or words, and he trusted you. there was no need for him to get angry over things that were out of his control.

well, except for tonight.

the two of you both came to a party kisaki was hosting. you wore a pretty silk dress that was the color of the night sky. hanma thought you looked beautiful in your outfit. you never failed to take his breath away. it was going well, too. everyone that night was so polite and nothing seemed to be going wrong, until hanma stood near a few men who were speaking about you. it struck hanma as odd because these men didn’t seem familiar to you, nor him, so he wondered what they were buzzing about.

“haha, yeah, (y/n)? she’s fuckin’ hot.”

“fuck, i’d love to see what’s under that dress. i bet she’s got a nice ass..”

“why don’t you go find out? i don’t think she has a man..”

“heh, i might just give it a try. i might give her some good dick if she’s real nice..”

something snapped inside of your boyfriend. he wasn’t sure if it was because he was tired from work or the whiskey that was surging through his veins, but one thing was for sure, he was going to prevent any of those men from even breathing next to you that evening.

hanma didn’t even utter a word to you as he shoved you into the bathroom at the banquet you were at. he didn’t give two shits if any of those guests had to use it, he was going to have his way with you. he wasted no time pushing your panties to the side and placing you on the bathroom counter. your body was so perfect. he never got tired of how sexy you looked whenever your cunt was dripping wet for him.

“h-hanma..! what if someone hears..? or tries to come in..?!” you were trying your best to resist, but your body was betraying you.

hanma unbuckled his belt, seemingly showing no worry behind his expression. “who gives a fuck? let those assholes outside know who’s the one fucking your brains out, yeah, doll?” he looked into your doe eyes that he loved so fucking much.

you just nodded and gave into that ache between your thighs. once hanma entered you, your vision saw stars and you could hardly keep yourself composed. he knew how to fuck you just right. whether it was fixing your attitude or giving you dick for being a good girl, he knew your body better than anyone else.

hanma’s hips snapped at a quick pace. your juices leaked onto the counter below you, and your back was now pressed up against the mirror. his eyes never left yours as he pumped his cock into your weeping cunt. “fuck.. yeah, you like that, babydoll? shit.. this pussy is all mine, yeah? you fuckin’ love when i fuck you?” he gritted his teeth as he spoke the final sentence, making you body shudder from how sexy it sounded.

your hands placed themselves onto his shoulders, holding onto him while he completely ravaged you. “y-yes! god, yes! shuji!” you whined, pressing your forehead against his sweaty. “‘m all yours!”

hanma couldn’t stop the smirk from forming on his features. you were just so fucking cute. he never thought he’d take you inside of a bathroom with your cute little dress, crying his name like it was a prayer. all he needed was you at the end of the night. his favorite girl just where he wanted her.

no one could ever be better than him. those men who spoke about you should have known better to mess with you and say such disgusting things. hell, they probably wouldn’t be able to fuck you the way he does. they wouldn’t know a damn clue about how to make you cum so hard you can hardly form sentences. you were his. it didn’t matter who might have you next.

hanma’s hips stuttered as he felt his cock beginning to twitch inside of you. that release he had been chasing was finally creeping up on him, and all he wanted was to let go inside you. “i’m gonna cum..” he groaned, squeezing your hips as he felt you reach your orgasm. “fuck.. ‘gonna fill this pretty pussy.. might give ya a baby while i’m at it..”

you let out a loud cry of pleasure at the sensation of his cum filling your cunt. a thick load made its way into your womb, sending chills down your spine from the feeling. god, he felt so fucking amazing you could cry from it.

he leaned into your face, kissing your lips and cupping your cheek. “you’re mine.. don’t forget that, babydoll.” he then kissed you again, making sure you were satisfied.

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[marsbutterfly]

HELLO MARSLYN 😈

idk if you’ve done this already.. but could i have some dating headcanons for hanma? 🥹 ilysm

a/n: HELLO BITCHLYN <3 I am so sorry this has taken me so long BUT I finally finally finished this <3 I was going to make it all very sweet and fluffy then the smut came out. oh well, it is what it is hehe

Dating Shuji Hanma 𓈒∘☁︎

warnings: fem!reader, mentions of the following - blood, knives, bruises, violence, smoking and some creepy ppl at first, some anxiety if you squint. NSFW, oral sex (m! receiving), multiple creampies, no breeding kink tho. not proof read cuz i'm depressed 🫶🏻

𓈒∘☁︎ You "first" met Hanma by accident. It was a simple summer day, you were on your way back from class when a group of men stopped you on the street. Their faces were some you had never seen before, even though you walked the same path everyday.

𓈒∘☁︎ A smile crept on the biggest one's face and you could feel the blood nearly draining from your face and yet, your heart was beating so fast. A fear you had never felt before as they take a few steps closer, nearly pressing you against the wall.

𓈒∘☁︎ You don't have time to scream for help because, before you even realize, a shadowy figure is already on top of them. A slim boy with duo color hair throws punches around in such speed you have never seen before. He laughs a deranged laugh and you notice that he is mostly using his right hand, yelling something about "punishing assholes."

𓈒∘☁︎ Once all the creeps who cornered you are on the ground, a mess between bloody noses, swollen eyes and missing teeth, the boy turns to look at you. Splatters of red across his face as he walks closer, his left fingers rubbing his right knuckles.

𓈒∘☁︎ "Are you alright?" He asks, a blank expression on his face while his eyes give you a puzzling look that you can't quite decipher.

𓈒∘☁︎ "I think so," your voice cracks, hands shaking lightly as he walks closer. After a few seconds of examining his face, you realize you have met him before. In fact, it was a face you were maybe too familiar with, "Shuji?"

𓈒∘☁︎ The right side of his lip curls into a smirk and he raises an eyebrow, "I go by Hanma now, it's more intimidating!"

𓈒∘☁︎ After that, the two of you began spending more time together. While you weren't thrilled with his ways of getting what he wanted, you still accompanied him wherever he went. The gas station on the corner where he would threaten to beat the owner if he didn't give him a pack of cigarettes (of course you would pay the poor man behind his back)

𓈒∘☁︎ Or when he would bring you to the gang's hideout and listen for hours as he instigated the boys to punch each other (it became common for you to mend battered knuckles and accessing injuries)

𓈒∘☁︎ However, he could also be very romantic when he wanted to be. Like when he would take you out to dinner, though not typically to restaurants since he was banned from most of them, he would insist on taking you out for a night bike ride, the smell of the ocean mixing with the smell of whatever takeout food you ordered.

𓈒∘☁︎ You would spend hours sitting by the sea, the sand getting in between your toes after he splashed some water onto your feet. The cold breeze against your face and the sweetness of his lips against yours after eating dessert.

𓈒∘☁︎ He will bring out a deck of cars and insist on playing for a chance to see your boobies, he cheats and wins every time of course but he will deny it like his life depends on it if you call him out.

𓈒∘☁︎ I think he is caring in his own personal way. Even though he might sometimes get himself busted up pretty badly, he would never, EVER put your life in danger, willingly or not.

𓈒∘☁︎ I feel like he might also have a "special talent" though I'm not sure what it would be. Maybe he is really good at doing your makeup since his eyeliner is so on point.

𓈒∘☁︎ Or maybe he is really good at drawing and keeps leaving silly, little pictures around your house for you to find when you are away from him. Some are drawings of hearts, some are gory as fuck. Who knows what you'll find next time?

𓈒∘☁︎ He is very protective of you. Like, any man who gets too close or even looks in your direction, gets a stern look or maybe even a knife to the throat when you look away.

𓈒∘☁︎ The idea of having you all to himself makes him go crazy. He gets hard with the slightest of touches, and when he feels your mouth around his cock? He feels like he could bust a nut with the simply breeze of your warm breath.

𓈒∘☁︎ He loves it when you have your "bad girl moments", when you push his against his back and get on your knees, moving your hair out of your face to give yourself better access to his already throbbing cock.

𓈒∘☁︎ Oh, and he is obsessed with your pussy. The way he fills you up, the way you move your hips against him, the way he fucks you so hard his balls actually come in contact with your clit.

𓈒∘☁︎ He gets easily drunk on the scent of your sweaty skin mixed with his, the pool of your juices sliding down your legs towards the ground. Oh, how he loves the sounds you make.

𓈒∘☁︎ Also his pull out game is immaculate. The man has never worn a condom in his life, but every so often he will give into the temptation and release all of his cum inside of you. He will do it until you are dripping.

𓈒∘☁︎ Then he immediately goes out and buys like, three boxes of plan B. idk, the man knows the consequences to his actions.

𓈒∘☁︎ Oh and to finish this off, did I mention that he definitely asked you out by beating a bunch of guys up and either using their blood or displaying their bodies to form up the words: be my gf? because he did.

[httpshujii]

𝐖𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀 𝐁𝐨𝐰 𝐀𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐩 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐰 In which . . . Pink bows.

〔CW〕 — Kissing, Shuji's muscles, pet names (babe and baby)

〔AN〕 — I did it @white-poppie

Hanma can’t say no to that pout. The way you jut your bottom lip out, how your eyes magically shine beneath the light of your room, and how your brows furrow. It’s his biggest weakness. With a loud groan and a punch to the face of your plushie, to which you gasp at, he looks at you for three long seconds.

“You’re not gonna give up are you?”

“Nope.”

Another sigh and a glance up at you and your cute little face, “Fuck you.” He grumbles as he sticks his arm out and lifts his sleeve to expose his bicep.

“You love me so much,” You hum in response, sitting down next to him and adjusting the position of his arm, “flex it a little please?”

Shuji obeys and you start tying the pretty pink ribbon around his tightened muscle. When you’re done, you smile happily and clap your hands, feeling content.

“So pretty Shu!”

“I guess..”

With a small hug from you, his exterior softens and he only holds you closer. Only to slam you down on the bed and hover over you to capture your lips in a greedy kiss.

When you pull away to catch your breath, he kisses your cheeks, “What’s gotten into you all of a sudden?”

“Sugar rush,” He states simply, “you’re so sweet baby.”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“Doesn’t matter, you’re cute.”

Heat caresses your cheeks and a small proud smile paints your face as he pulls away to look at the bow tied around his bicep, “Is this like your way of claiming me or something?”

“Just thought it was cute.”

“Right.”

“I swear!”

“Shh, don’t swear.”

More kisses were gifted to you that night, and a well deserved sleep for the both of you.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠: @natdu @linalilalu @kitorin @chigirizzz

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[seraphdreams]

! SO DEEP , I CAN FEEL IT IN MY THROAT !

❧ chars. SHUJI HANMA

❧ contains. bratty!reader, hard/mean dom!hanma, sexy smut.

note: just a quick drabble since i’m trying to get back into writing/also on writing semi-hiatus :(

back arched. an embarrassing display of your ass up, panties off underneath the man before you. hands bound by your sticky lace underwear and drool rolling off the side of your mouth — you would’ve never thought you’d end up like this; from hanma, no less

in all honesty, you definitely deserved what was coming to you. you had tested your boyfriend’s patience to the last bit, and there was just no other way to deal with you. but it’s also so fucking fun.

“you thought that shit was cute, huh?” his voice bellows, almost of a growl as he takes his hand around the base of his cock, not yet slipping into you but teasing your hole just enough. it earns a whine from you and the slight rocking back of your hips. “n-no, i was just playin’—put it in already.” your last vocables sounded of a wanton whine which only vex shuji. how could you so mindlessly manage to piss him off even more, that’s a world record right there.

the ends of your freshly done tresses find themselves entangled around his tattooed fist, the force of his tug inching your head back so that you meet his eyes. “save that shit,” another warning from him. he leans over enough to whisper in your ear, “so it’s cute to fuck on my friends?”

without waiting for a response, he releases your hair, instead lining his cock up with your slit and slowly sliding in. it would’ve felt good to finally get what you’ve been wanting yet his hard, sharp thrusts contradict that. he’s fast too, revelling in the way your ass jiggles each time he matches your hips. if you could slow him down, you would; his intricacy with tying knots leaving you only to take every inch of him. “slow down, s-shuji.” you cry out as your legs grow unstable. it’s almost laughable how you think you have some sort old control as if the thoughts aren’t getting knocked out of your head each time his tip brushes against your cervix. it’s too good.

“‘s okay, jus’ gotta fuck you ‘til you remember who the fuck you belong to.” he leans over once more, effectively lodging his cock even deeper into your cunt. “that good, doll?”

audible and coherent responses flurry in your head yet only fucked out babbles leave your lips. he could take a picture from how pretty you look all dumb on his cock.

you feel your orgasm impending within you, cunt twitching around hanma’s length. his strokes become deeper and more precise in turn, the friction at your gspot building and building until you finally release around him, that familiar ring of sheer whiteness at the base of his cock indicating your orgasm.

“oh? you came?” he queries, positioning himself upright again, a small chuckle coming from him. “a few more times ‘nd i’ll believe you’re sorry.”

[starjaeyun]

MINE : you made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter !

— dating hanma shuji was the best reckless decision you have ever made

includes! hanma shuji x fem! reader

warnings! smoking, verbal abuse & mentions of it, mentions of a controlling father, toxic parent (father), use of pet names (baby doll)

note! speak now (tv) is out now‼️ i absolutely had to write this w/ hanma bc i remembered him n came up w/ this scenario while listening to mine (tv) 😞

being the daughter of one of the top lawyers in tokyo, you'd say your 'perfect' life was practically scripted. from your words, expressions, mannerism, everything! literally, every single thing you did had to be criticized and changed by your father. you had to be careful of everything you say or do as your father paraded you as his 'perfect daughter' when he didn't even treat you as his

you were the typical rich girl who had everything but love and freedom. clearly, your father cared more about his name than you, his daughter.

you've accepted long ago that this is how you were going to spend the rest of your life until your father's death and you were secretly wishing for his lifespan to shorten every time he insulted you for the slightest mistakes, sometimes you didn't even make a mistake he just thinks you're not perfect enough to be walking around and being called his daughter

naturally, it hurt you. but you've gotten used to it and have learned to ignore him

as much as you didn't want anything to do with him and his filthy money, he wouldn't allow you to move out as "it would not look good to the public for a lawyer like me to allow my daughter to move out and for all i know, you could just run around and throw dirt on my name" you could still vision the disgusted look on his face as he spat those venom laced words

though he was right, you did want to throw a little bit of dirt on his name. and what better way to do that than by dating a delinquent from shibuya?

"doesn't it scare you?" hanma asked as he gave you the cigarette in between his fingers and made himself feel at home, sitting on your bed with his back against the headboard and an arm slung around your shoulder

"what's there to be scared of?"

"maybe how your father is a top lawyer in tokyo and how a delinquent is climbing to your balcony every night since two months ago? doesn't it scare you how we could easily get caught? for all i know one of your neighbors could just spot me tryna climb the tree next to your window"

your eyes met his, a lazy smile painting your face as you gave the cigarette back to him, "but that's what makes it exciting" hanma blinked in surprise but soon enough a playful smirk painted his features, "you're so much more than what i thought you were, baby doll" he says, arm leaving your shoulder and going down to your waist as he guided you to sit on his lap

"how so?"

"hmm..thought you were a rebellious little girl tryna get revenge on her controlling daddy"

"but it was your doing"

hanma raised a brow, "how so?" this time it was him who asked the question

a shy and out of character smile spread across your lips, "never had the guts to really do stuff like this..always had to be prim n proper, had to be careful with my words n actions ya know what i mean, but the thing is before i met you all those thoughts were just...thoughts"

hanma pulled your body closer to his own, "made daddy's careful little girl a little rebel hmm?" he spoke with that arrogant tone he used whenever he won a fight so easily as he littered your face with kisses

"mhm..you're indeed the best thing that's ever been mine"

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[i-literally-cant-with-this]

@katkusuo sent me the idea for this. Here's the gist/her HC and how terribly far I strayed from it:

I just had the hc but forget 2 post it on hanma saying random stuff when high fucking and saying something like "She's completely mine now. Soaking everything in my sin and punishment." As he like fingers you brutally 😭

𝘈/𝘕 ::: 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘹𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘒𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘏𝘊 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘥. 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘕𝘰. 𝘐'𝘮𝘢 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐𝘵'𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘦 - 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘺. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵! <3

𝘊/𝘞 ::: 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘮𝘢 𝘹 𝘍.𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧: 𝘔->𝘍 𝘖𝘳𝘢𝘭, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘣. 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘮𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘮𝘢. 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦.

𝘞𝘊 ::: 1749

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𝖧𝖺𝗇𝗆𝖺 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖣𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 at his place 𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾.

𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ���𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗍 5:54 𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗃𝖺-𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽.

𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍-𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗀.

𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍: 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅, 𝗌𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌. 𝖧𝖺𝗇𝗆𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗅𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗒. 𝖣𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 - 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 - 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾.

"𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄, 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗇𝗈 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 '𝗆 '𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝖺. 𝖫𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇' 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖦𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗇𝗍," he whispered to you.

𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗍. Pulling his pants down, he climbed onto the bed and reached out for your warm skin.

𝖯𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗉 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖧𝖺𝗇𝗆𝖺. 𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍.

𝖶𝗁𝗒? 𝖡𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 ��𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗑. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖧𝖺𝗇𝗆𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾.

𝖨𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 love to 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝗈. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗂𝗌.

𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗆. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝖿 𝖧𝖺𝗇𝗆𝖺 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗒. 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖨𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 (𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈) 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾.

𝖧𝖺𝗇𝗆𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 so 𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖠𝗇𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗁𝖾'𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗈. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍, 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗉 𝖿𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇.

𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗂𝗍.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝗎𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇.

"𝖪𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 '𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝖢𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 … 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇' 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿." He tugged at the shirt you still had on.

"𝖣𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝖧𝖺𝗇. 𝖨'𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉. 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒?"

𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗅𝗒.

"𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇' 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝖾. 𝖭𝗈𝗐, 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿𝖿 '𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾 my favorite 𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗌." 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽. "𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄, 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖫𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎."

"𝖧𝖺𝗇. 𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇' 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒."

"𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎? 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖨 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎. '𝖬 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄. 𝖸𝖾𝗍 ... 𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾. 𝖶𝖾'𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇' 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍, 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁? 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅, 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌?"

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀 𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 and h𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝖾𝗋𝗄 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗂𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝖾𝗍. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽.

𝖧𝖺𝗇𝗆𝖺 𝗂𝗌 … 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼. (𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽.) 𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌/𝖺𝖼𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄.

𝖫𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾. Y𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 his favorite 𝗍𝗈𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿, 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖧𝖺𝗇𝗆𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋����𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗎𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍. "𝖲𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝗂, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒. 𝖲𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝗂 … 𝖿𝖿𝖿𝖿𝗎𝗁𝗁𝗄𝗄𝗄. 𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇' 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗌'𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽." 𝖸𝗈𝗎 mindless𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝖧𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍.

𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇'𝗍.

𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗁𝖾 - 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖸𝖮𝖴 - 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖲𝗂𝗇 & 𝖯𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆.

𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇. 𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗌. "𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇' 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾. 𝖲𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄. 𝖢𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 '𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍." 𝖧𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒. 𝖳𝗂𝗆𝖾.

𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗅𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖠 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖧𝖺𝗇𝗆𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍. "𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌?"

"𝖬𝗆-𝗁𝗆, 𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝖲𝗁𝗎."

"𝖲𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗍 again. 𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇' 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗍."

"𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗆𝖾, 𝖧𝖺𝗇."

"𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝖨'𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁' 𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝖦'𝗇𝖺 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍. 𝖦𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖾𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖮𝖭𝖫𝖸 𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖭, 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖨 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗍. 𝖦𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗍, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍?"

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗏𝗂𝗀𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒, "𝖸𝖾𝗌, 𝖧𝖺𝗇, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 … 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌."

"𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗂𝗍, 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗂𝗍." 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽 2 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗓𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍. "𝖦𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅. 𝖦𝗈𝗈𝖽 … 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 … 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅. 𝖠𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾. 𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇' 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 '𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎."

"𝖧𝖺𝗇, 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, 𝗌'𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽. 𝖣-𝖽𝖾-𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋, 𝗀𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖿'𝗆𝖾?" 𝖧𝖾 𝗈𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽. 𝖧𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗆𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌.

"𝖦𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗎𝗆, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾." 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽.

"𝖨'𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗆, 𝖧𝖺𝗇. 𝖨'𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗆. 𝖮𝗁 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄, 𝖲𝗁𝗎! 𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉."

"𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒, 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌. Not gonna 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗎𝗆."

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌.

𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗒𝖾𝗍. 𝖮𝗁, 𝗇𝗈. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖲𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇. 𝖧𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁.

𝖧𝖺𝗇𝗆𝖺 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. "𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌? 𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇' 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒? 𝖬𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅. 𝖢'𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾." 𝖧𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌.

𝖧𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 neck. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝖣𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽. 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍.

"𝖧𝖺𝗇, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖾."

"𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄, 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖲𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇' 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇 𝗂𝗍, 𝗒/𝗇."

"𝖲𝗁𝗎," 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽. "𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇' 𝗆𝖾."

"𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖺 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄. 𝖢'𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗐." 𝖧𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋. Y𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽. 𝖲𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄. 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

𝖧𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗆𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗋. 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾.

"𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐," 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽. "𝖬𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍."

@southside-otaku @arlerts-angel @darkstarlight82 @viburnt @kazutora-kurokawa

[yup-thats-me]

—Kill for you • H. SHUJI

summary: a blurb based on this post by @/creamyychann

Hanma kissed the back of his girlfriend's hand lovingly. "I would kill for you," he said, a lovesick look in his eyes. "Please ask me to kill for you."

This wasn't the first time that he had shown his psychotic side to Y/n, so she just smiled, caressing her lover's face when her own lit up. "Really? would you truly and absolutely kill for me, hanma?"

"Just say the name, baby. Just say the name."

"A lizard."

"Huh?" Hanma asked in confusion. "Baby...a what?"

Y/n shrugged. "You said you'd kill for me so I said what irritates me. I'm not actually asking you to literally kill the lizard that scares me whenever I'm showering, I'm just asking you to do away with it, please?" Y/n smiled convincingly at her lover who was seen shaking his head in disbelief.

With a defeated sigh, y/n happily skipped behind Hanma who was carrying a long stick and a glass jar in the other. After a while of poking aimlessly around the bathroom, the lizard finally came out of its hiding spot and fell right into the glass jar.

"Ahh!" Y/n screamed getting on top of the bathroom counter. "Get it away from me!"

Hanma smirked, moving the lizard-containing jar towards Y/n, and watched with a cruel smile as she screamed her lungs out. "Haha!" he laughed, "This is what you get for literally asking your dangerous delinquent of a boyfriend to do such lowly jobs for you."

Y/n threw shampoo on his face which shut him up. "Get that thing out of the house before I decide you have to sleep on the couch, jerk!" she shouted at him shoving him not only out of the bathroom but out to the garden.

Even when Hanma had let the creature out in the wild, Y/n had shut the backyard door on his face. "And this, is what you get for scaring your girlfriend, Shuji. Have fun till dinner, babe!"

She giggled walking back in leaving a very deflated and begging Hanma out in the garden till evening.

[killsaki]

miscommunication ☆ romance isn’t on hanma’s list of specialties, but at least you can put making you cum on it.

hanma shuji x female!reader

4.4k words | minors dni

cw / tw : alcohol and weed mentions, his friends don’t respect you, biting, marking, vaginal fingering, nipple sucking, messy plot.

“you miss me, baby?” you can hear people speaking in the background as hanma talks into his phone as if he’s alone.

“no, shu’, i don’t.” you huff, picking lint from the couch cushions. you don’t understand how he’s so shameless, you’ve never been able to wrap your head around it no matter how long you’ve been around him.

“aw, but you’re still callin’ me that cute name.” your palm comes to land on your forehead as you mentally scold yourself from the force of habit. 

“i didn't—”

“didn’t mean to? hm, ‘course not.” he speaks to you so sweetly but you know it’s condescending like you’re too dumb to know what you’re saying. “anyways, figured i’d be so kind to tell you that i’ll be by your place later tonight.”

you scoff, you can practically hear the big smile on his face as he taunts you. there are some calls of his name in the background and you’re tempted to just hang up in his face and go back to the show you’d been watching, but before you take the phone from your ear you hear your name from a voice that is not hanma’s.

“is that her?” one that you can recognize as rindou asks smoothly.

sanzu, you realize that’s who said your name before. you hear as he answers the question intended for hanma, making sure to repeat your name this time with ‘my’ in front of it as if you were his possession.

hanma lets out his signature laugh, one that always freaks you out a little. “you sanzu’s girl, baby?”

“shu’, stop.” you breathe into the phone, your tv screen dims in your peripheral.

“aw, shu.” ran mocks and you purse your lips, not thinking about how hanma would, of course, put you on speakerphone after asking such a question.

“i’m hanging up,” you speak in your usual tone and you can hear laughs all around.

“wait,” hanma joins in with his friends, “you gonna leave the door open for me?”

you sigh, considering it. you’d stopped hanging out with hanma on purpose, stopped answering your phone and the door for him. he was a wild card, though you knew that from the moment you met him something told you to give it a chance. it wasn’t until after he’d started getting into blood-filled fights right in front of you and showing up to your place unannounced one too many times that you’d decided enough was enough. to top it all off, he’d refuse to acknowledge any conversation that included him giving the two of you a title.

you hadn’t slept with him, despite how much he’s tried— well, you’ve slept with him. on his chest, him on yours, but you haven’t fucked him. so that saved a bit of your pride, but not enough for you to dive back head first in with someone who won’t even call you his girlfriend before trying to strip you down.

“you always wake my neighbors with your bike,” you mutter, hoping you aren’t still on speaker.

“then come to mine,” he replies immediately after, and your head cocks in confusion. in the amount of time you’ve been involved with each other, that is the one place you haven’t been with him. restaurants, fairs— hell even gang meetings. but not his place.never his place.

“i dunno,” you fake a yawn and he sucks his teeth. “i’m pretty tired.”

“head over right now and you can sleep in my bed, pretty.” he sounds far from the phone and your device buzzes not a second later. “should take ten to get here, see you in five.”

he sings that last word before ending the call. there’s a thought pulling at you not to go, to text him to ‘fuck off xx’ but a glance at your open bedroom door makes you decide you really would rather not sleep alone.

it takes you twenty minutes to pack a bag and get into your car, another fifteen to pull into the driveway of the house and for a moment you think he’d sent you to the wrong place. only when the scattered motorcycles come into sight do you know that wasn’t the case.

outgoing: come out here.

shu !: princess cant walk by herself?

outgoing: i’ll leave

shu !: don’t you dare

you lock your phone, waiting in the locked car for his figure to appear through the front door but to your surprise, it comes from the side of the house. the house had surely been remodeled and split in two at the second story because the staircase leading to the door hanma exits looks far from sturdy. even in the dark, you can see the happy bounce in his walk to your door.

“hey, pretty.” your hand comes to where he’s leaning down to the window to block lavender eyes from seeing the stupid smile that creeps up on your face from his presence. maybe you did miss him, but you weren’t going to admit that now.

“you didn’t say anything about your friends being here.” you fake annoyance as you gather your things and shut off the car, making sure to lock it before exiting.

“you heard them on the phone.” hanma shrugs, arms immediately snaking around the small of your back as he traps you against the warm metal.

“doesn’t mean i thought they’d still be here.” you can’t help but laugh when he starts to nose at your neck, placing kisses here and there.

“that why you took so long?” he pulls away from your throat, smiling into your lips as he kisses them, acting as if the two of you haven’t gone an entire month without speaking. “sanzu’s feelings ‘ll be hurt if he hears that.”

you drag out a sigh before he finally leads you up to his door, and it’s exactly what you expected from hanma shuji. a few small decorations are lining the walls, big tv, and a decent-sized couch placed in the living room. surrounding it, a singular circular fold-out chair and an oversized bean bag that look fairly new. and of course, with those, bodies of some of the most dangerous guys your age in the area scattered about.

“he let you carry your bag?” sanzu looks at you bewildered, game controller in hand. “i would never make you do that.”

“don’t pause the game!” a blonde with a lion tattoo grunts at the long-haired one, you note the matching console control in his grip.

“oh really?” your head snaps up to shuji who side-eyes you with a laugh.

“she was hoping you’d be gone when she got here.” hanma says with amusement clear in his tone, taking your bag from your hand and heading to the closed door you can only assume is his bedroom.

“ignore those two, i know you came to see me.” ran sets the beer bottle down, and extends that same hand towards you, one that you only stare at as you bite your lip. “don’t be shy.” he tacks on teasingly.

you don’t have a chance to say anything before hanma is back with his arms wrapped around your waist. ran rolls his eyes back to the screen, sanzu’s following as he resumes the game. but even with hanma’s presence, the flirting—more so, teasing—doesn’t stop, not for a while at least. ran had gotten rindou to join in from where he sat below you all for a bit and then they’d talked about you as if you weren’t even in the room. you’d started to tune it out after so long. all of your interjections to their weird comments got shot down by remarks about you being ‘shy.’

the need for sleep took over at some point and your annoyance and embarrassment diminished along with the conversation. the game suddenly became most important once again when shion and rindou had gotten tied up in their amounts of wins. or at least that's what you think you hear, it’s hard to make out anything when you’re focusing so hard on forcing your eyes to stay open.

you let your head fall onto hanma’s shoulder and not a split second passes before he wraps you up in his arms, pulling you to straddle him and rest your head against his chest.

“like a lap dog.” shion speaks to rindou directly but no one says anything else. hanma hums, and you can feel it against your fingertips when he does. his warmth makes you relax further into him, hands sliding to loop behind his neck.

“tired, shu’.” you yawn, and it’s real this time. the large hand smoothing along your back only spurring you further to the brink of unconsciousness.

“alright,” he sighs happily, the same tone you’ve often heard him use when he’s won at something. “everyone get the fuck out.”

“we’re in the middle of a game.” shion objects as he shifts his weight on the beanbag chair.

“baby wants to sleep, get the fuck out.”

“aw, c’mon,” you can hear ran’s voice grow closer as he leans towards you, “you don’t want us to leave yet, do you?” you open your eyes just in time to catch the sight of him reaching out to touch you. almost on instinct, you flinch away, burying yourself further into hanma’s hold.

ran’s expression doesn’t change much as he pulls back, but his eyes shift slightly— it makes an odd feeling start to stir in your gut. but it quickly vanishes as they all start to stand and call out their goodbyes— though they’re mainly to hanma, you’re talked about like a pet that they ask him to ‘be nice’ to. except for sanzu telling you that he’s always available to you, and ran letting you know how much bigger and how much happier you’d be in his bed, should you ever want to try it.

you ignore the implications, ignore the way they eye you as you stand to stretch. but you can’t possibly ignore the way hanma latches onto you, draping himself over you to cover you in kisses. ones you giggle at, but maybe miss the reason behind.

“why do they talk about me like that?” you ask when hanma locks the door behind his friends.

“hm?” he hums, approaching you with a smile.

“i’m not your dog.” you curl your lip at the thought of being seen as his little pet.

“you’re my girl,” he wraps himself around you yet again, guiding you into his room. “ain’t it the same thing?”

“not at all.” you scoff, trying to free yourself from him as he makes you stumble from the difference between his large steps and your own shorter ones. “that’s why none of you have girlfriends.”

“nah, some of them do.” you suddenly feel your heart drop, just a bit. you can’t decipher if it’s the fact that guys like hanma are capable of calling someone their girlfriend or the fact that those girls don’t know that their boyfriends sat in someone's living room for the past who knows how long and talked so… highly about you. “they just think you’re still free game because we haven’t fucked.”

“but they have girlfriends,” you repeat to him, freezing in his arms, making him lean down beside you to catch a look at your annoyed, confused expression.

“yeah,” he smiles as he informs you, “they have a few.” 

“disgusting.”

hanma shrugs, unraveling his hold and softly pushing you toward the bed.

“annoying.” he says as he reaches over his head to grab the back of his shirt, pulling it off. “i dunno how they keep up with ‘em.”

that feeling starts to swirl in your chest again, and you’re sure you’re closer to figuring out what’s causing it. “it’s easier if you just don’t call any of them your girlfriend, huh?”

“nah,” he plops down on the bed, looking to where you still stand, arms crossed and fingers digging into your skin. “still too much room for bitchin’.” 

“so then, what?” you snap unintentionally, you can blame it on your tired state if he asks.

“why’re you so fired up?” he leans off the bed, grabbing you and forcing you to stumble towards him. “you’re my girl, aren’t you?”

your eyebrows furrow more at his question, making it almost painful. “what are you talking about?”

“we’ve been talking for months, i’ve paid for shit for you, slept in your bed without fucking you,” his hands are never still, falling to the back of your thighs and wandering around all they can reach. “isn’t that what a boyfriend does?”

“shuji, what?” your mouth drops open, and you’re unsure what to feel. what has he thought this entire time? “we haven’t talked in a month, you wouldn’t even talk to me when i brought this up before.”

“‘cause i thought we understood each other.” he pressed his face against your folded arms until you dropped them so he could rest his chin against your stomach. “you are a lil’ slow though, huh?”

“excuse me?” your eyes widen down at him and you don’t know what you’re supposed to feel. “slow? because you wouldn’t— because you refused to—”

“shh,” he shushes you, pulling you down into the bed before you can fight him. “too much, it's getting hard for you to get your words out.”

“oh my god, you suck.” you squirm when he locks himself around you for the umpteenth time that night, but he doesn’t let up. nor does he reply, he only tucks you into his bare chest, humming once finally comfortable. but your mind doesn’t stop going, doesn’t stop asking questions you just are dying to get the answer to— you wish you’d never asked at all, sleepiness having escaped you,

“so they think because i haven’t fucked you that i would fuck them?”

“yeah,” he laughs back.

“that’s stupid.” you wonder what could’ve given them that impression— or it was just wishful thinking. “wait, wait back to me being—”

“‘cause you’re hooked on me without my dick, right?” he interrupts, pushing your shoulder back so you’re looking at him and his stupid, pretty smirk.

“my god, shu’.” you groan, and fall back into the pillow, away from him. which, you quickly realize was a trap— something you should be more wary of when it comes to him— as he climbs on top of you, encasing you between his limbs.

“yeah, am i?” he licks his lips, looking down at you with a wicked gleam in his lavender eyes, something far from holy. you can’t deny the way it makes your heart skip a beat, how his bare skin feels pressed to yours in the places your shirt lifts, and the smell of weed and cigarettes mixed with something sweet wafts over you.

“i,” you put your hands to his chest, maybe to push him off, but they lose strength when they come into contact with him. “came over here to sleep.”

“we can.” he tries to shrug, but it looks silly given his position. “after.” he glances to your lips, leaning down only to ghost them with his own before he moves to press a kiss just under your ear. his body weight presses into you just a bit more, his legs slipping between yours and you feel yourself melt into the mattress. “or,” he pulls from where he’d almost started to leave marks on your neck to make eye contact as he rests his hips against your own, clothed cock heavy and warm against your cunt, making his next words feel like more of a taunt. “we don’t have to.”

you swallow, face warm as you open your mouth a few times, not sure what to say, not sure what you want. “maybe… just a little,” you nod.

he leans back down, speaking low against your lips and making your chest vibrate from his pressed against it. “whatever you’ll give me, pretty girl.” 

his mouth meshes with yours, slow wet drags of lips make you into a puddle in his sheets. all you can do is reach out for him, wrap around him, try to pull him impossibly closer. your hands go from tangling and tugging at his hair when he grinds down into you, to scratching between his shoulders when his lips leave yours to travel down your neck.

you can stomach the want, handle the heat flowing through your veins that begs for more. even when your clothes start to diminish in number and you’re left in nothing more than your panties under him. you can manage the twitch in your fingers that ache to touch parts of him that are still out of sight, that is until his mouth starts to suck marks into the soft skin of your breast. the hand reading sin, cupping your other before fingertips find their way to your nipple.

you gasp at the contact, and his eyes dart from where they’d been so peacefully closed up to watch your expression. he rolls the bud and the callousness of his hands does little to help you fight against the sounds you wish would stay caught in your throat. hanma is an opportunist if anything, and before you can even move to cover your face, his lips latch around your other nipple. you can’t think to fight the whine that escapes you, not when his weight lifts off of you so  that his free hand can glide fingertips along your embarrassingly wet, still clothed slit. 

your body moves on its own, a hand tangling in his hair and your hips bucking against him.

“there she is,” he speaks softly against your sensitive skin and your eyes flutter at his tone. it’s like cool silk in the way it makes you shiver. his fingers press harder against the fabric, teasing you with the resistance it gives, allowing him to press just enough against your entrance that you can feel the push but nothing more.

and suddenly you can’t handle it any longer. your want has bubbled into need and you’re far too warm for your skin, desperation for him to give you anything claws at you.

“more,” you pant out.

there’s a popping sound when he unlatches from your skin, and you don’t need to look down at him to know there’s a smirk on his face when he asks, “more?” but you do anyways, and you wish you didn’t. he’s already looking back at you, pretty purple eyes low with lust, his tongue prodding from between his lips as it runs slow, wet circles around your nipple making you that much weaker beneath him.

more of your soft pants fill the air before you’re able to tear yourself away from the sight, whimpering a small, “please, shu’.” before throwing an arm over your eyes.

his weight shifts on the mattress, and he’s pushing the seat of your panties out of the way to separate your folds with rough fingertips. “anythin’ for my girl.” 

you feel your breathing pick up and hear how it comes out in fast little huffs, but you can’t think of anything but how perfectly he moves against you, how it feels like the devil dancing the way that he circles your clit. pulling back the hood of it to get to the part that has you nearly in tears when he starts to tease it.

there are kisses pressed to your arm that cover your face, making you move it in search to feel those lips against your own instead. you look up to hanma who’s already looking back at you who's wearing an expression you’ve never seen from him before. his jaw slack, causing his lips to part, his tongue gliding along them as his nearly glowing, low-lidded gaze makes your heart race.

he watches you so intently as his fingers find their way back down your entrance, eyes locking on the way your lips fall open to gasp when he pushes one of his fingers in tantalizingly slow. you know he’s doing it on purpose, but you can’t tell if it’s for you or him the way his chest starts to heave from watching your expressions alone. how your eyes flutter when his knuckles press against you, the way your lips twitch with the sounds that fall from him curling his finger and pressing it against your softest wall, pressing far deeper than you’d ever felt your fingers reach. there’s nothing but the faintest buzz of this season’s bugs chirping outside, the sound of your shared sounds, and the way your slick clicks against his hand each time he pulls away only to push his digit back in to force another pretty moan out of your throat.

“more, pretty?” his voice barely audible.

“more, please.”

with the next pullback of his wrist, he adds another of his long, slender fingers into you. he pushes back to his knuckle this time, he presses his lips back to yours in time to catch the surprised sounds that lip out at his new, sudden pace. it’s faster but just as deep as his previous slow, teasing one. it has what would be embarrassing high pitch ‘ah, ah, ah’s falling off your tongue right onto his, but each push against your swollen spot has everything that isn’t the feeling that he’s giving you out of your mind.

his lips mold against yours, even when you can barely keep conscious enough to control them, trying to kiss him back, to feel yours drag against his and feel the way his infamous smirk starts to creep back onto his face when your nonsensical whines turn into those of his name. his move down to your ear, but he doesn’t speak yet, instead just using the position to listen as closely as he can to the highs of your breathy whimpers each time he fucks his fingers back into you.

“feel so good, baby.” his words are hot against your skin, “can’t wait to fuck this perfect pussy.” you clamp around him at the thought, of how easily you’ve melted for him from the way he worked you up alone, you can’t imagine watching the way he’d look sinking into you. “yeah?” he sounds huskier at the way your body agrees with his words. his lips drag along the column of your neck as he speaks between marks he leaves there. “you ‘gonna let me? ‘wanna take my cock, baby?” you feel yourself nod that time, hips starting to move against his hand at the same time, starting to search for the inches that you miss each time they pull out of you, even with the promise of them sinking back in is only second away. “you want it?”

“want it,” you manage to form, and you feel hanma’s teeth sink into where he’d just left a bruise. it sends the knot in your gut pulling tight, your legs starting to twitch against his sides— the curse of his name that leaves your mouth broken has him pressing his fingers as far into your cunt as they can reach, middle and ring fingers curling in and out of you with a need to hear the way you’re soaking down his wrist, to force your walls to spams around him, and make you cling to him even tighter than before, scrambling to grab every part of him that you can reach. tears are pricking at your eyes as you feel your stomach flex, face twisting up in a pleasure that hanma just has to pull away from you to take in clearly.

“c’mon,” he licks his lips as watches you start to unravel beneath him, his thumb rubbing sloppy shapes into your pulsing clit. “make a pretty little mess for me.” 

“shu’–fuck,” you drag out in a high cry, tears burning hot down your cheeks as you feel the white-hot static spread from your tightened core through your limbs, shooting down to the tips of your fingers.

he drags out his curse, pressing his hips into yours, just far enough away from your cunt he’s still able to finger you through your high. as you start to catch your breath, regain control of your body aside from the search for pleasure that overtook you before, you find yourself sticky from the middle of your thighs to their apex and the warmth that loomed over you starting to disappear.

“no,” you use your leg which still feels far too heavy to wrap around hanma, keeping him from where he was attempting to get off the bed.

hanma huffs a laugh down at you, “i’m comin’ back,” his long fingers wrap around the soft of your thigh, squeezing it slightly as he moves it. “‘gotta change since i fuckin’ creamed my pants.” 

you laugh softly, eyes drifting closed. you want nothing more than to poke fun at him, but you’ve also never felt this kind of tired before. you’re seconds away from drifting off when he wakes you with a warm rag to your skin.

“you got me acting like i’m a fuckin’ virgin,” he laughs, likely at himself again. 

“you mean you’re not one?” your words come out weak, and you can barely make out the shape of him in the now dim room as you speak.

“nah,” he wipes the last bit of the mess he made of you off your skin, humming in that same happy tone you hear nonstop from him. “i treat my girl so nice don’t i?”

you shrug weakly, “if thinking that will help you sleep tonight.”

“ahh,“ he tosses the wet, filthy rag off to what you hope isn’t just the top of his clothes basket. “you being next to me will help more than that,” your lips twitch up at his words as his weight drops down beside you, long arms maneuvering you around until he’s satisfied with how your bare chest presses up against him. “but busting that nut’ll help a lot too.”

“i can’t stand you.”

“mm,” he kisses your forehead, “but you came so ha—”

“shhhh,” you pat against his skin with your palm, like you’re trying to lull a child to sleep. “stop talking, ‘m tired.” you rub your head on where he’s laid you on one of his arms as if it’ll change anything at all about your comfort. “‘night, shu’.”

you faintly feel lips meet your forehead for a sweet, short kiss as you drift off. but you know you hear when he whispers back, “‘night, pretty baby.”

[sleepysnk]

a/n: i was bored and i’d like to thank @kxmisato for giving me this idea. it really helped me out of my writers block 😁, so thank you ren. i also love hanma, so yeah pls enjoy this horny idea.

pairings: hanma shuji x fem!reader

warnings: modern au, college au, nsfw, smut, mentions of high school but reader and hanma are both in college, brief choking, breeding kink, mentions of alcohol, dirty talk, praising, use of pet names (princess, baby, doll, babydoll), unprotected sex, hanma is reader’s brothers best friend, mentions of cigarettes.

dirty secrets ft. hanma shuji

Your older brother’s best friend.

It all started when you were about fourteen years old.

Your older brother was about two years older than you. He was a junior in high school while you were a freshman. Many people often knew who you were because of your brother and how popular he was on campus. He gained the attention of many girls and some of them even tried to befriend you so they could get closer to your older sibling. It bothered you, a lot. It was also awkward when people would straight up tell you how attractive he was or how they wanted him to hook up with them. At times, you never knew how to respond and simply walked away from them. You were very much disturbed by their words and wanted to disappear after those conversations.

However, things changed when you were introduced to your brother’s best friend.

Hanma Shuji.

When you first met him, you were astounded at how attractive he was. He was taller than you by several inches, tattoo’s covered his hands, and he had a variety of black and blonde colored hair. He was a classic bad boy. He ran around campus ditching his classes or spending his Friday nights drinking and getting high with his friends until the sun came up. He easily attracted you the second he walked through the door of your home.

Your small crush turned into a big one as the years passed. Hanma and your brother became so close that they attended the same college with one another. With that fact being at play, Hanma was always hanging around at your place. You often tried to avoid him, but sometimes he’d run into you and try to spark up conversations.

You could hardly look into those honey eyes of his. Talking to him sent you over the edge from how delicious his voice sounded in your ears. He was such a sweet talker. You weren’t that surprised when you heard that some of the girls in your class had slept with him. Secretly, you envied them. This was Hanma Shuji of all people. He was practically every girl’s heartthrob and they got the chance to see him with his clothes off? They were luckier than any other person on the planet.

Years passed, and you were now nineteen.

You attended the same university as your brother. Your mother and father both agreed it’d be a good idea, because if something were to happen to you, there was someone on campus that could help you. As much as your older brother despised it, he dealt with it since he wouldn’t hear the end of it from your parents if he disagreed.

This also meant you saw Hanma often.

Hanma had completely changed in college. He grew slightly taller, and his hair had begun to slightly curl at the ends. He had grown it out so it was no longer sticking up at the top of his head. He also had started smoking cigarettes. You discovered that fact after attending some sorority party, and seeing him with the cancer stick between his lips. He looked just as intimidating as he did when you first met him, but he also had a mysterious aura surrounding him now.

Despite being near each other, you both never talked. Hanma knew who you were and you knew who he was, but you never spoke a single word to one another. You didn’t know if it was because maybe he wasn’t interested or if possibly he didn’t care enough to speak to you. You didn’t really mind much, but it was so weird seeing him when you used to say hello to him all the time at your home.

However, you were much older now. You weren’t some fourteen year old freshman who became shy any time a boy looked in your direction. You knew those feelings would fizzle out eventually for Hanma. He’d hardly give you the time of day, so it didn’t really matter to you in the end.

You were sure of this, so damn sure.

Well, you weren’t so sure now, considering the situation you had found yourself in.

Right now, you were underneath that same man you had a crush on all those years ago. His thick cock kissing at your g-spot, making you squeal in pleasure from how fucking amazing it felt. It was so much better than you imagined. You didn’t think you’d ever gain the chance to feel such ecstasy. All of the girls in your class were right. Hanma Shuji was really a dream in bed.

Hanma intertwined his fingers with yours as he fucked you, keeping up with the hard pace he had originally started with. “F-Fuck.. yeah, just like that, baby. Keep calling my name..” he cooed, peering down at you with pure lust in his golden eyes.

Your body felt like it was on fire. You were well aware that your brother was downstairs, drinking with all of his friends. Part of you was so fucking scared that he’d come up there and find the two of you in the bedroom, but it was too good to for you to even think about stopping. Hanma was doing everything right. He made you feel like you were on the moon from how great his thrusts were. “H-Hanma! Oh, god.. it feels s-so good!” you blubbered, digging your fingernails into his shoulder blade.

He looked like a god up above you. His pretty features were lined with sweat. A sly smirk rested on his face while he watched your fucked out face crinkle with pleasure. If only you could see yourself from his point of view. He wished he had been recording, because you were such a fucking sight like that. “Yeah..? You feel good, princess?” the hand with sin on the back reached to wrap around your throat. “You’re so fuckin’ dirty.. letting your brother’s best friend fuck your little cunt while he’s downstairs..”

Your walls fluttered around his cock from his dirty talk. He was driving you to almost your limit from his actions.

You weren’t sure how the two of you even ended up like this. He was just escorting you to the bathroom and that was it. He even waited out there so nobody would try and creep on you, but you eventually ended up in the bedroom. You partially blamed it on the fact that you had a few sips of a drink before going up there, but you didn’t think he’d be bold enough to make a move on you.

All you knew was that you were in heaven, and you didn’t want this to end. Fuck, you had been craving this moment since you first met. You remembered the times where you’d go back to your dorm and fuck yourself with your fingers, imagining it was his dick filling you up. However, your fingers didn’t compare to the thickness of his cock.

Hanma groaned as he felt you tightening around him slowly. You were bound to be close now, and he was determined to give you the best High you’ve ever had. “Gonna cum, doll? I wanna feel that pretty pussy let go.. all for me.” he purred, using his free hand to play with your swollen clit. “Been wantin’ this pussy for years now..”

That fact only made you inch closer to your orgasm. He was intoxicating you so much to the point where your brain became foggy from the euphoria. “Hanma..! Oh, shit! I’m c-close!” you felt the knot inside of your belly tightening with each thrust. It was becoming unbearable. You could feel tears brimming at your lash line from how great it felt.

Hanma smirked, letting you wrap your legs around his waist. He gave your throat a small squeeze then leaned down towards your ear to speak to you. You were so pretty whining underneath him like that. “I’ll make you feel really good, babydoll, I promise.” he said. “Scream my fucking name when you cum.. okay? Let the whole house know who’s making you feel good..”

Your head nodded vigorously at his request. Suddenly, his pace picked up, causing your eyes to roll back from the pleasure. You could hardly contain the moans that fell from your lips. He was driving you insane. Why didn’t you make a move sooner? If you knew he’d treat you this way, you would have taken your chances when you first arrived at college.

As your orgasm drew close, your voice grew louder and louder. It was almost like you were calling his name like it was a prayer. “Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck, Hanma! Hanma!” you cried, feeling the coil inside of your belly snap.

Hanma grunted when your walls squeezed his cock. A white ring of cream covered the base, making him smirk. Calling out his name only gave him the confidence to fuck you so good you won’t want anybody else than him. He desired you for so fucking long. He wasn’t about to let some other guy try and take over. He wanted you, and he was going to make sure he’d make you his. He didn’t give a single fuck what your damn brother said.

He leaned towards your face, kissing you as he continued thrusting into you. He swallowed all of your moans as they slipped from your mouth. He truly adored you. “So good for me..” he said between kisses. “Gonna fill you up, yeah? Make this pussy mine.”

You made direct eye contact with him, shaking your head. “P-Please.. make me yours, Hanma.” you begged, brushing your fingers against his cheeks.

The sound of your pretty voice begging him to be filled only encouraged him to keep at it. He could feel his own orgasm creeping upon him. The pit in his stomach only grew larger. He could also feel his cock twitching inside of you, giving him the notice that he was close. He was gonna give you all he had. That’s what you deserved.

Grunting, Hanma’s hand went on one side of the pillow. He trailed the hand tattooed with ‘Punishment’ down your chest and towards your abdomen. Goosebumps appeared on your delicate skin from how his touch felt. You could feel the overstimulation taking over, turning your moans into whimpers and whines. It was like music to his ears. “Fuck.. I’m gonna cum..” he said, looking deep into your pretty eyes.

“Cum inside me.. Hanma!” you moaned, letting your mouth fall open.

After a few erratic thrusts, Hanma groaned deeply as he reached his high. Thick, white cum painted your insides, filling your womb. You couldn’t help but whimper from how warm it felt inside of your cunt. He practically emptied his balls inside of you.

Panting, he lied down beside you. He made sure to keep his cock nice and snug inside of you so none of his cum slipped out and made a mess. He didn’t want to deal with the aftermath of that kind of clean up. He then reached over, pulling your body against his. The two of you were both sweating and the room was hot. You didn’t think you’d ever have this chance, but you didn’t have a single regret about the whole thing.

“Do you.. think he heard us?” you asked, breaking the silence between the two of you.

Hanma glanced down at you, brushing his hands against your waist. He smirked. “Probably.. but I could care less.” he replied. “We had a good time.. I think that’s all that mattered to me.”

You smiled, leaning your head against his chest. Maybe fucking your older brothers best friend had its perks. Maybe.. this could be your dirty secret.

tagging: @chaileaf <3 love u

[mchlgayser]

─── WHY DID IT HAPPENED? ft hanma shuji ✸

synopsis: You should've thought twice about the worst possible outcome when you give up yourself to him. But you didn't and at last, you lose your grounding.

warning: languages, toxic relationships, break-ups, and cheating.

daily note: oh no, im struck by the lord of angst gasp no wonder im doing such heavy angst at two in the morning, crying myself, and liking the way i hurt myself 😄

He came home late, again.

It's been the third time this week and the tenth time this month. Lately, it's so hard to even take a glance at your husband as he always woke up early and came home late. Usually around three to four. Of course, you would always leave a text for him to wake you up once he's home so that you can eat the dinner you made together. But then again, it'll always end up in the bin.

This time you are persistent in not falling asleep and waiting for him and when he did come home, he sent a smile your way before treading upstairs.

'Shuji?' You watch as he enters your shared walk-in closet, slipping off both his shoe and his sock and dumping them on the basket.

'Shu.' You called out trying to gain his attention. He undo his tie and sighs, finally taking a look at you 'Yes, Y/n.' Oh, well that's strange, he never addressed you that way before? Always come up with a cheesy nickname like dolly or dollface. What happened?

'No, I just wanted to talk to you...' You said playing with the hem of your shirt, he unbutton his shirt and his glasses 'Can't it wait until tomorrow? I'm tired and hot.' You continue staring at him when he walks past you to the bathroom and locks the door.

You settle down on your mattress waiting for him to come out and once he did, he slip under the duvet and closes the light 'Come on, Shu. We need to talk. Why are you always coming home late, these days?' He ignore your short ranting and pretended like he's asleep.

You got up and turn on the light 'We. Need to talk.' He aggressively peel off the duvet off of him and sat up toward you 'What?! What is it that there's a need to talk about, huh? I said I'm tired!' You shake your head at him 'Tired of what? Me or your job?! Can I just talk for a little while with my husband when he's been late for almost a month?! I just need a small talk with you... I... Miss you...' Your gazes fall to the ground in shame.

You hear him sigh and footsteps approaching 'Sorry, It's just... I got so many things to do at work. You know how cold-blooded Kisaki is.' The mention of your long-last friend brings a smile to yourself 'Yeah. I'm sorry.' He pets your head 'No problem.' And then he heads for bed.

You blink in surprise.

That's it? No problem and that's it?

The arguments between you and Hanma occurred, still, after making ups and it's always about the same thing. He came home late and now, sometimes he didn't even reach home at all. You'll always spend the night crying, missing your husband but like he always said. He is busy. A month turned into three but a solution never came falling and help your helpless ass. You are alone. Miserable and alone.

The possible thoughts came running like a madman, what if he cheated on you? What if he already found another better one? What if this and what if that? You've become crazy with the thoughts clouding your mind. You overthink yourself to sleep if you ever had any. You lose counts of how many times you threw up and almost lose consciousness because you got panicky. You took medicines that you probably did not need. But even with all that, you are still alone with no one to help you stand.

You are sleeping - closing your eyes to help you doze off when the doorbell rang repeatedly. You try to get up but fall hopelessly to the ground and groan.

You get up once more and get to the door without uncertainty. Before you are a brunette, a younger woman than you dressing in a tight, cleavage-showing silk red dress, decorating herself with a big pearls necklace, earrings, and a Louis Vuitton branded bag. She is smiling, twinkling her doe paired of eyes at you 'Can I come in?' She asks you.

You are hesitant but nodded nonetheless. She sat down on the couch 'Oh I'm sorry, I'm just gonna stay here until Hanma is home.' You blink to yourself, surprised and puzzled. 'Pardon me, but who are you?'

'I'm his girlfriend, Ivy. I supposed you are his maid? What's your name?' Your hand subconsciously shaking and clenching but then could you blame her? You wore nothing expressive as she did, you rarely dolled up unless it was for a special occasion. And maybe it was your fault too for being too anti-social and never really following your husband anywhere for his work. Not surprised no one could know you are his wife. I mean, would anyone even suspect it? Hanma, a flirtatious, ambitious guy like him settling down for such mediocrity as you?

'It's Y/n.' You told her to keep waiting and that you'll call Hanma in instead because you are scared he'll be back late again today.

'Y/n? Why did you call? I'm in the meeting, can't talk.'

'Ivy's here. She's waiting for you.' You heard his rapid breathing before you ended the call. You went back to his little girlfriend 'He'll be back, shortly.' And then you tread upstairs locking down the bedroom door with your hand over your mouth. Your ugly sobs turn to muffle as you cry and sob to yourself. An aching sensation is burning through your whole body but partially your throat and heart. Your eyes felt itchy and uncomfortable, your nose clogged, and your voice barely a whisper.

You don't want to be here any longer so you get your phone - that is the only thing you ever bought with your own money and left, not forgetting to slip the expensive diamond ring off of your finger. You heard a honk from outside of the residence to see that a car was parked.

You see Ivy sitting still on the couch with a glass of wine and she smiles when she saw you were leaving 'See you again, Y/n.' You nod and rush inside the car.

But just in time, a familiar black Audi A4 comes into view, you avoid his frantic knocks on the door and just ordered the driver to move along. Hanma tries to grab onto the car but slips. 'Fuck!'

'Shu!' Upon hearing his nickname being called he swiftly turns around but instead of you, there's Ivy. The girl he commits adultery with. She struts towards him and lends him a small hug with a cute shrieking noise 'I missed you! London was good but not better without you... But thanks for the trip Shu-'He shove her away with eyes widening in anger 'What the fuck are you doing here?!' She jolted in surprise at the sudden outburst 'What you mean what am I doing here? Shuji, you've promised me we'll get married one day so is it wrong for me to come to my future husband's house? Or is there a a fucking secret that I needed to know? Are you lying to me or something?!' He was hesitant looking back in forth between her and the road.

'I... I'm sorry...' He went for a hug and kiss the side of her temple making her smile 'You are making me scared. I thought you were cheating on me with your maid or something...' She laugh as he broke the hug with a furrowed brow 'Maid...?' She nods pulling him inside the house 'Yeah, Y/n is her name right? But then again, why would you? I'm much better...!' He was clenching his fist at her words but do nothing.

Ivy left home after some time and Hanma left for your shared bedroom. He gazes at your stuff but all seem to be left untouched. He struts inside your closet room to see your wardrobe full and neatly tuck like always making him smile. Yes, you didn't leave, probably just out for groceries.

Then he see the wedding ring, the wedding ring you wore all the time, and never once did he see left your form. His head tilted in confusion, why is that there? Why didn't you wear it? Did you perhaps lose it? Oh, it's okay, he can just slip it back on. He picks the ring off the ground and kisses it with a smile 'When will my doll get home?' He murmurs to himself.

Hanma get ready for bed and sleep wishing he'll see you in the morning or maybe the familiar smell of your homemade pancake will wake him up like always.

But none of it happened. Hanma waited days, weeks, and months but you never came back. Why? Ivy would come once a week to check but as always she'll get stood up by the porch and left home, defeated. It's not like she's not calling but the said man never answered none of her calls. Every day he'll play her calls to hear her voice 'Hi, this is Y/n. Talk to me once you heard the.... Beep...'

He'll talk to her hoping one day he can get to hear it once more maybe that time clearer, and nearer.

[tokyothirstygang]

Last time, sex deprived shuji had to leave before he could cum. Now he’s back to finish the filthy mess he started

Hours have passed since the shower incident, and you haven’t stopped thinking about it for a second.

Now it’s close to midnight and you haven’t heard from Hanma since he left you earlier.

You pace around your apartment, glancing at your phone on the table every time you pass it. Hanma is strong, and you are almost 100% nothing bad has happened to him but you still wish he would at least text you back.

Eventually, the adrenaline from the day wears off and the exhaustion of roaming around in circles for hours has you ready to give up and go to bed.

You’re in the middle of doing your skincare routine when you hear faint scratching noises at your door. At first, you think it’s just a neighbor’s cat that escaped and is pawing at your door for food. That has happened from time to time.

The noise grows louder and suddenly you hear the metallic sound of your doorknob jostling around.

You freeze in place, too scared to think or move. Your heart sinks as the front door creaks open and soft footsteps cross the threshold. You glance around your bathroom for something to use as a weapon but you can only find a plunger.

“This will have to do.” You mutter to yourself and inch your way out of the bathroom.

You’re creeping down the hall when you accidentally step on a squeaky spot on the floor.

“Baby? Is that you?”

Relief floods your body when Hanma’s voice fills your ears. You enter the living room and find a roughed up Shuji standing in the middle of the space.

“Shuji? What the fuck are you doing here?” Your eyes travel to the door and he follows your gaze.

“Oh yeah, remind me to change your locks. Your door is weak as shit.”

You stare at him, dumbfounded.

“Why didn’t you call me? You didn’t have to pick the lock.”

His face breaks out into a giant smile when he catches sight of the plunger in your hand.

“What, were you gonna fend me off with that thing? I knew I should’ve taught you self defense.”

You roll your eyes and head to the bathroom to discard the plunger, wash your hands, and grab some first aid supplies.

“You’re impossible, Shuji.”

He smirks as you return with your kit, something you hardly ever needed until you started dating him.

“Is my princess gonna take care of me?” He asks as he makes himself comfortable on the couch.

Your heart skips a beat at the nickname. Today is the first time he’s ever called you by one, and it sends a surge of excitement through you every time.

You get down on your knees in front of him and rummage through the first aid kit.

“Here. Give me your hands.”

Sin and Punishment enter your peripheral vision as you soak a cotton pad with antiseptic. When you press the pad to the cuts on his knuckles he doesn’t even flinch.

You’re quiet the entire time you’re patching him up. You finally finish by putting a bandage across his right cheek and as you press the fabric into the skin you feel his face burning.

When you pull back to look at him you notice a light blush across his cheeks.

As soon as you’re done he pulls you onto his lap and you squeal as he puts you in a straddling position.

���You know…we never got to finish up earlier…” He starts caressing your thighs, and a hint of mischief glints in his eyes.“I could go for another shower.”

It’s your turn to blush as you consider his offer.

When you agree, he immediately stands while holding you.

“Wrap your arms around me.”

You secure your arms around his neck and his hands hold your legs in place around his waist as he carries you into the bathroom. When you get there, he places you down on the counter and reaches into the shower to turn it on.

Right after, he slots himself between your legs and cups your face. He’s kissing you so hungrily that you can barely keep up with him. He bites his lip and grins when you pull away, gasping for air.

”oh, baby. You gotta keep up. I’m just getting started with you.”

He lifts you off the counter and turns you around so that your back is against his chest. He watches you through the mirror as he slowly runs his hands down your body. He notices the way your breath catches and your eyelashes flutter when he slips his hands into your shorts. His fingers trace the fabric of your underwear and you shiver as he begins to whisper in your ear.

“I’ve been thinking about this pussy all day.”

Swiftly he strips you of all your clothing. When his right hand starts toying with your clit you can’t stop the sigh that escapes your lips.

“Look in the mirror. Watch what I’m doing to you.”

Your eyes travel down to the reflection of your own pussy being teased by Hanma. You watch as he plays with your clit and slides his fingers in and out of you. Whenever you start to feel your eyes closing with pleasure, he slaps your ass and makes you open them again.

He has you on the edge of an orgasm and he can sense it so to help you along, he uses his free hand to pinch and play with your nipples.

“Fuck!” You cry out as your orgasm hits. When your head lulls back, you immediately feel Hanma’s hands around your chin.

“Keep looking. I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re cumming for me.”

You watch as your body trembles in his hands and a wicked grin crosses his face. He leans you even farther forward over the counter and gets down on his knees. Soon his face is buried deep in your pussy.

“I’ve been waiting so fucking long to taste you again.”

His tongue curling in and out of you combined with the vibrations from his voice against your sensitive skin has you ready to cum again, and he knows it.

“Let me have it baby. I know you want to.”

So you do.

You cum again as you reach behind you, grab a fistful of his hair, and push him even closer to your body.

He lets out a soft growl at your aggression.

Shuji likes it when you’re rough with him.

When you’re done he pulls himself up to stand.

“You don’t know what I’m about to do you.” He confesses, voice low and raspy with lust.

Before you realize what’s happening he’s stripped himself naked and is pulling you into the shower.

When you’re both in it, his lips are on yours again. His hard cock is pressed against your stomach, and it hits you that’s he’s already made you cum a few times but you haven’t touched him at all.

Your hand travels down between his legs. You wrap your hand around his cock but he only lets you stroke it a few times before he stops you.

“I’ll let you jack me off some other time. Right now, I just need to be inside you.”

He glances sideways at the tiny bench inside the shower.

“You know, I always thought it was dumb that your shower had this but now…” he sits down on it and soon you’re straddling him again. “I’m so fucking happy it’s here.”

He leans you back far enough that he can line himself up with your opening. You gasp as he eases the tip in.

“You’re going to have the tightest little pussy. I can just tell.”

As his thumb finds your clit you gasp and unintentionally clench down even tighter around him.

“You’re gonna have to relax if you want me to get in deeper, baby.” He tilts your head down to make you eye level with him. When you look into them, you see that they’re blazing with arousal and excitement. “Just trust me. I’ll take care of you.”

You do your best to keep your muscles relaxed and when he gently thrusts his hips up into you again his cock starts sliding in deeper and deeper.

“That’s it, baby girl. Keep doing that for me…keep taking me like this.” Your legs shake as Hanma inches himself in and you’re feeling especially grateful for the shower bench and his iron grip on your body for keeping you stable.

When he’s finally in all the way you both sigh with relief. You barely have time to adjust to the size of him when he’s already pounding you.

It goes on like that for what feels like hours. Hanma has you in every position the shower permits and before you know it you’re back in the one that started it all: your back pressed to his chest and legs spread open with the shower head between your thighs except this time he’s actually touching you in the ways you wanted him to.

Though he’s got the shower head pointed directly at your clit, he’s rubbing it with his fingers too, and you can barely handle the overstimulation. Then Hanma decides to push you to your limits and attempts to slide his cock back in you.

He slaps your ass when he notices you wriggling away.

“Be still, baby. Let me show you what I wanted to do to you earlier.”

As his hand grips your throat and he manages to get himself fully back inside you, your eyes roll back.

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, he leans down and whispers what you’ve been dying to hear for months:

“You know you’re mine now, right?”

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Listen I tried to pack as much spice as possible into this one to make up for the fact I accidentally made some of you wait almost 6-7 weeks for part 2 so thank you for being patient I hope you liked it!

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@sherlockscumslut @sin-and-punishment @sleeplessreader @acroso @cutedrank

[katsune-nya]

Shuji: Y/N, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?

Y/N, naked in Shuji's bed: No, I absolutely do not.

Shuji, already taking off his clothes: Fuck... Me neither.

[milkyboiiiii]

Hanma definitely likes the grunge/e-girl fashion. Hot bitches with eyeliner, fishnets, chains and little skirts is a quick way to catch his attention... and yes, he will tear your fishnets open to get to your cunt.

He loves almost any dark alt fashion (crys in pink girl) He loves seeing his girl in dark colors because he thinks it makes you look even hotter!!

Be warned if you wear a mini skirt and fishnets, he will have you bent over the nearest surface and fuck you!

You came over expecting just a cute movie date but the minute he seen what you were wearing, those plans got thrown out the window. Hanma bent you over the arm of the couch, lifting up your skirt and tearing open your fishnets all to get to your little pussy he loves so much Ɛ> He loves the way you do your eyeliner but he can't lie, he loves it so much more when it's smeared from your tears of pleasure because he's just fucking you that good.

God he loves when you wear black lipstick too!! He loves being covered in your black kiss marks, he wears them like a badge of honor (he might even get one tattooed)