warnings: 18+ NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DNI, poly relations, Hanma x Draken x Reader, fem body reader, feminine pet names “princess, babygirl”, punishment, BD//SM elements/dynamics, handcuffs, tape/pantie gag, use of a vibrator, overstimulation, daddy kink, very brief nipple play, humiliation/degradation (hanma's part, calls reader a whore, little bitch, etc), oral (hanma gives draken head), dacryphilia, one clit slap, cum play, passing out due to overstim, aftercare and fluff at the end
word count: 3.6k (lol😅)
authors note: We’ll call this Unlikely Trinity 1.5 because it takes place in the same universe,,, originally this was going to be a drabble yall, and then all the sudden I started writing and couldn't stop. I just had to keep adding LMFAO. The original HC was about hanma's punishment and Draken walking in on it but I just had to add more and build up the slow relationship between the three of them. There's more to come after this, I have so many ideas for this trio LMFAO, but I'm forcing myself to put them on the back burner for now cause I'm behind on collabs LMFAO. anyway, enjoy <3 lemme know if I missed any warnings. Comments, Feedback and Reblogs are greatly appreciated. <3
Edit: OH I forgot I was suppose to write unlikely trinity pt. 2 for @kazuwhora Pride Collab— so uh here take this as an entry plz baby GJRHSJS <3333
There are no titles yet but Hanma has embedded himself into the relationship between you and Draken. He doesn’t live with the two of you just yet, but he has two drawers of his own in the bedroom dresser, a toothbrush in the bathroom along with the products he’s left behind. An extra pillow has found its way into the bed and he even makes grocery runs when he does come over.
Draken knew you really wanted this psycho part of the relationship when he came home one evening to find you two curled up on the couch, fast asleep. You were sprawled across Hanma’s chest, head tucked into the crook of his neck, breath shallow and calm. Hanma’s hand was planted on the back of your head, the “sin” insignia seeming to stand out more in the dim lighting that the lit candles were able to provide. His hand held your head so delicately it seemed, and yet still pulled you in just a bit closer, protectively, when Draken took a couple of steps closer.
Yea, maybe that was the moment that Draken realized he wanted the psycho to be a part of the relationship too.
The three of you are figuring out exactly what this relationship is now, it’s new territory for you all but it’s exciting figuring it out. Usually, the three of you go out together, you’re still the mediator between the two cause they know just how to get under each other's skin. When you’re not around Hanma and Draken are either fighting physically/verbally or aggressively making out to let out the sexual tension. They hate talking about their feelings when you’re not involved (Draken is honestly still very much confused as to why he’s attracted to Hanma but he assumes its because he’s seen him treat you good, plus his dick twitches when he sees him so, that’s proof enough for him)
It’s when it’s just you with one of them that Hanma starts to notice something that bugs him to no end. He learned from the very first night the three of you hooked up that you were Kenny’s little princess. You were spoiled rotten by him, treated like nothing other than royalty, and in return, you were his good girl.
Always obedient. Never out of line, one stern look or a click of his tongue and you were submitting, eyes getting glassy as you’d either fall into place, whether that be on your knees for him or spreading your legs nice and wide.
Hanma’s chest would tighten just a little every time you picked up the phone, little hearts showing up in your pupils as you spoke in a dreamy sigh “Hi daddy~ miss you… how’s work?“
He wanted you to be head over heels for him like that. You were the reason he was in this relationship in the first place, after all. There was a part of him deep down that hoped maybe, just maybe you’d love him even more than your precious “Kenny”, even though it wasn’t fair of him to think that way.
You were just so damn perfect. He wanted you obsessed with him like he was obsessed with you.
But, unfortunately, the two of you weren’t quite there yet. In fact, you knew very well you had Hanma wrapped around your finger in a different way than Draken was, and because of that?
Well, you pushed every one of his buttons.
You had no problem bratting him out, looking at him with furrowed brows, crossing your arms over your chest. Going as far as turning your face away from him with your nose in the air, a pretty little ‘hmph’. Leaving you. Sure, Hanma had always liked the ones that played hard to get, the chase was thrilling.
But he knew how you actually were and had seen you with Draken many times. So why weren’t you like that with him?
Originally he had full confidence in himself, but maybe it was the fact that he jumped in hard and fast to get you to submit that made it go completely south. Now it seemed he was just submitting to you, a little triumphant smirk plastered on your face when he caved and let you do as you so pleased.
Draken would never ever see this side of you, and that pissed Hanma off even more.
He reached a breaking point one day. The two of you were at home, Draken was working late at the shop and had been there the majority of the day. Your attitude had been a steady build-up, words getting snarkier and actions making Hanma’s brow twitched in annoyance. He felt his patience snap when you looked back at him, that same smirk on your face that you usually held when you had a feeling he’d give him.
“Whatever. Bite me, Shuji.”
He licked his lips, dabbing out the half-smoked cigarette in his hand as a low chuckle left his lips.
“Oh, happily, princess.”
Draken came back to the apartment later in the evening, exhaustion and annoyance clear on his face. He expected you and Hanma to be sleeping, Typically Shuji stayed over on nights Draken was known to be home late (ever since that first night, it had become a regular occurrence), but he could see the lights from the bedroom leaking through the cracks, the subtle sound of buzzing perking his interest just a bit.
Before he had the chance to call out, Hanma poked his head from the bedroom door, his devious smile only making Draken have that many more questions. The questions continued to pile up when the buzzing sound became more prominent, as well as what seemed to be the sounds of your whines, but they were more muffled than usual.
“Kenny~♡” Hanma said with a smirk, head nudging to get the taller male to approach. “Why don’t you come see how much fun baby and I are having?“
A knot started to form in Draken’s throat. He knew this would happen eventually as this relationship carried on. He was sure you and Hanma fooled around a bit without him, but he was dreading the day he had to come home and see it. Would he be jealous? Angry? Maybe this was a good way for him to see if he could handle this dynamic.
What he was met with was the farthest thing he could have thought of, his jaw going a little slack and his pants seeming to get a little tight as your muffled whines were brought to full volume, eyes all glassy and watery shooting up to meet his gaze.
You were restrained to one of the dining room chairs, a pair of handcuffs that you two used on rare occasions keeping your wrists bound behind you. Your legs were spread wide open, ankles taped to the legs with what Draken assumed was duct tape. You were completely naked, skin trembling and layered in a shiny sweat as you started to buck your hips. One of the vibrating wands he was very fond of was also strapped to the chair, pressed firmly up to your drooly cunt and seemed to send jolts of pleasure up your spine no matter how much you thrashed. A layer of tape is what kept your voice at bay, streaks of tears looking extra shiny over the metallic material.
“The fuck…” Draken sucked in a breath, unable to tear his eyes away from you, your pretty squirming body, the wet spot that was very clearly formed between your thighs on the chair, how you tense a bit when Hanma stands behind you, his lips close to your ear and his hand snaking over your chest to give one of your breasts a tender squeeze.
“Ya know, for a good girl n all, I had to take some serious measures to get her to behave.” He looks up at Draken, loving the light blush that seems to form on his shocked face. His teeth graze your earlobe, only making you whine louder into the gag over your lips. “Thought you two would have more fun toys than just handcuffs, I had to improvise with the tape…” he grabs your chin, tugging your face to the side so he can look into your hazy eyes. The sight makes him sigh in delight, lips pressing gently to the tip of your nose in contrast to how he’s been treating you all evening. “Looks pretty though, keepin her in check just like I needed~ ♡”
Draken’s first question should have been “how long have you had her like this?” Or maybe “what did she do?” But his mind was turning to other questions quickly, the lump in his throat quickly fading away when he noticed your hips bucking up into the head of the wand even harsher, cute little hole clenching around nothing. He approached you himself, pleased with how goosebumps formed on your skin when he brushed his nails over your bare tummy.
“How many times has she come?” He asks, voice a bit gravely as your head tilts back against Hanma, your muffled moans and fluttering eyes a telltale sign to him that you were coming undone yet again. Hanma pursed his lips a bit, fingers absentmindedly toying with your nipple to help you ride out the pleasure of your sudden release.
“Hmm… maybe 5? Or is it 6? What do you think baby girl? Have ya been keeping track?” There’s laughter behind his question, eyes lit up with amusement when a fresh layer of tears line your lashes, pleas and sobs getting muted anyway. “She’s been dumbed out the moment I stuffed her panties in her mouth, shoulda done this to her a long time ago, Kenny~”
Draken wanted to come up with a snappy remark to that, something along the lines that he would never have to go this far because he already had you well trained, kept on a tight leash that you never threatened to break off of. But seeing you like this, body covered in goosebumps and tears across your face, eyes wide and desperate despite being fucked out…
It was so fucking hot.
“Little love.” The familiar pet name seemed to somewhat clear your foggy mind, making your eyes snap back to Draken. You were mumbling at him as he knelt just enough so he could be at eye level with you. There was that look in your eyes when he cupped your jaw, your face leaning into the warmth he provided as his thumb so casually smoothed over the tape that covered your pretty lips. You were batting your lashes at him, eyes going all doughy and soft. Hanma could feel himself starting to pout, but was grateful when Draken’s hand tightened around your jaw, making you stiffen a bit.
“Musta been bein' real bad, huh? Only whores have to be punished like this” You tried shaking your head, but Draken kept you in place. “Not sure what's happenin to my good little girl, but I expect you to behave, for everyone, isn't that right?”
Hanma smirks when you let out a high-pitched noise, leaving his place behind you to scoot closer to Draken. He took the opportunity to smooth his long, lean hands along Draken’s waist, humming in delight when he saw how your eyes widened, how you started to squirm more when Draken pulled away. “Why don’t we make this a lil harder for her, Kenny~ bet ya had a long day, want me to relieve some pressure?”
Hanma emphasized his point when his punishment hand snuck down Draken’s abdomen, easily finding the bulge in his pants and giving it a tight squeeze that had Draken groaning low in his chest. He was grinning now, cock only throbbing harder to see just how worked up you were getting from seeing the two of them. Hanma used his free hand to grab at the remote in his pocket, turning up the vibration speeds of the wand so your body would jolt against the restraints while his other hand helped Draken work his pants down.
“Better watch real good and shut the fuck up, princess~” Hanma’s voice was patronizing and dripping with false empathy, only making your eyes tear up more as you watched him fall to his knees in front of Draken. “Bratty little bitches don’t get to join in on the fun.”
“Maybe she gets her mouth from you, Shuji.” Draken muses his hand curling into the hair that sat at Hanma’s nape, pulling his face up close to his cock. “You’re just as fowl…” He grins in return to Hanma’s laugh, eyes dilating a bit as Shuji dragged his pierced tongue along one of the veins that travelled up the underside of his cock. “Oh shut up, stupid, lemme suck your cock to make the baby jealous.”
And it did just that, your stomach dropped when Hanma wrapped his lips around the length of Draken’s familiar cock, bobbing his head just like you would like you were supposed to. It made your chest tremble, the cuff clinging behind you as you found yourself becoming even more desperate for release and to join your two pretty boyfriends.
It just wasn't fair, watching Draken throw his head back in pleasure, lifting the hem of his tank top to show off his flexing abs. It wasn’t fair that Hanma was the one gagging on his cock, his lashes lower as he took as much of Draken down his throat as he could. And it wasn’t fair that all you got was the steady vibrations of the wand, that made your already raw clit ache for more and your pussy clench desperately around nothing, begging to be filled up so your building release could feel more fulfilling.
“Regretting your actions?” Draken’s voice is strained when he speaks, his eyes glued to your drooly little hole, how it flutters rapidly just from getting his attention. “Gunna act out when m’not around anymore?” He starts to shallowly thrust his hips into Hanma’s mouth, making him moan around his shaft.
You nod, blinking away a fresh wave of tears as you feel yet another high building dangerously fast. It makes your head spin, the overstimulation, the emptiness, the way drool is dribbling freely from Hanma’s mouth as Draken fucks deeply into his throat. All of it has your nails digging into your palms, muffled sobs making your chest shake.
“Jerk yourself off.” Draken orders Hanma, which to his delight the male has already pulled his own cock free, the leaky tip swollen as Hanma rubs it easily up and down. He pulls off Draken’s cock, sucking in a shaky breath as he turns to you. Your whole body reacts when Hanma finally puts his fingers on you, swiping three fingers through your sullied folds. The simple touch sends jolts all the way through your body, a scream working its way through your throat had your lips not been stuffed full. His fingertips just barely brush against your clit, an act that he does on purpose just to watch you thrash.
“Thanks, beautiful.” He mocks, using your slick to get him off faster, his moans getting muffled as Draken pulls him back onto his cock. “Makes daddy so disappointed seeing ya like this, baby.” Draken shouldn’t love how much you're crying, shouldn’t love the constant tremors running through your body but it's so very satisfying in a way that he never expected to like. “Hope this makes ya smarten up–” He grunts, the wet sound of his cock slipping in and out of Hanma’s throat, as well as the sounds of Hanma shamelessly jerking himself off bringing him dangerously close to releasing.
Keeping one hand firmly planted on the back of Hanma’s neck he leans towards you, gentle with peeling away the tape from your lips. He chuckles lowly to himself to see your mouth stuffed underneath, Hanma really wasn’t fucking around. He pulled the soaked panties from your lips too, the shaky breath you suck in making his cock twitch within Hanma’s mouth.
“Apologize.” Draken’s voice is stern, only slightly wavering due to Hanma’s tongue and how it slithers over his slit teasingly. “Apologize to Shuji.”
Your lips were a bit swollen, skin a little raw from the tape as your whines and whimpers now slipped out freely. You looked at Draken, nodding dumbly before your voice came out weakly. “M’sorry daddy, S-Sorry Shuji.”
“Are ya gonna– fuck–” Hanma squeezed Draken’s balls, making a chill run up his spine. “Are ya gonna be a little brat for him anymore?”
“N-No…” Your voice was too weak for Hanma’s liking. He pulls from Draken’s cock again, ignoring the drool that freely stuck to his chin. He continued to jerk Draken off instead. The hand he was using to please himself came down on your clit in a wet slap that made you cry out freely, making both of the men groan.
“Louder.” Hanma gritted out his words, that shit-eating grin coming back when you bucked your hips wildly. The impact triggered another weak orgasm from you, sobs freely leaving you as you slumped back weakly into the chair, the pool of slick under your thighs only getting bigger. “N-No! W-Won’t be a brat anymore, promise!”
“Atta girl.”
“Good girl.”
It was the first hint of praise you had gotten since the start of all this, your body becoming weak and simply lying pliant in your restraints. The twitches and trembles were just merely from the overstimulation that made your vision go spotty, barely even noticing the hand that was suddenly on your jaw to force it open. Hanma’s grip tightened up on your slack jaw, laughing softly as he spoke. “Here’s a treat~ ♡”
Both males finished on your tongue, cum mixing together and creating a hot, sticky mess of your already fucked out face. The heavy mixture easily slid down your throat, your body too spent to even make a big deal. Instead, you hummed dumbly, tongue lazily poking out to recover a bit of cum that splattered on the corner of your lip. As soon as Hanma released you were slumping against Draken, allowing his warmth to lull you off, along with his praise that was mumbled just low enough to help you doze off.
“You’re brushing it too hard, psycho. Hurt her and I’ll kill you.”
“A little late for that, so fuckin relax…” You were slowly starting to come to now, unsure of how much time had passed. You had been washed up though, a pair of Hanma’s boxers and Draken’s sweater slipped onto your freshly cleaned body to keep you warm. You could feel a hairbrush being dragged through your hair, the sensation making you let out a soft noise
“Look who’s back in the land of the living~” Hamna hummed in response, his voice in a singsong as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. The affection made you curl further into his lap, body still tingly from the aftermaths of the intense punishment you just underwent.
Draken sat himself down beside Shuji as soon as he finished up making food for you, something light but comforting that he knew you’d probably need. You allowed your upper body to fall into Draken’s chest, the little kisses he littered over your face and hairline making you feel all the more relaxed.
“You okay, baby girl?” He made sure your gaze met his as you nodded, a little smile coming to his lips as he kissed you. It was gentle, just enough to have you relaxing further as he brought a glass of water to your lips. “Daddy’s real proud of you, Lil love"
“Yea, you took that like a champ” Hanma held back his laugh due to Draken’s glare, his hand gently smoothing over your ankles. Subtle bruising was forming there due to the tape that had kept you in place, and it made Hanma huff. “Let’s invest in proper rope, or somethin–” When he lifted your foot to kiss at your ankle you actually giggled weakly, face nuzzling into Draken.
“Who says I’m gonna let ya do that again?” Draken’s voice was back to its usual gruffiness, his fingers getting lost in your dampened locks to scratch lightly at your scalp. The action had you dozing off yet again, body melting the warmth the two of them were able to provide.
“Your cock–” You barely moved when a pillow came flying in Hanma’a direction, too tired to deal with their usual bitching. “What?! You liked it just as much as I did, Kenny~ You’re just mad you didn’t think to do it first–”
“Watch it, Shuji, before–”
“I liked it…” You murmured, rendering both males silent. You kept your eyes closed as you spoke, giggling from just how quiet they both got to listen to you. “Want you both there next time though, for the whole time… makes it better…”
You allowed yourself to fall to sleep tucked in between the two boys, and they kept your words in mind. Not that they’d need to punish you like that again, but a little experimenting between the three of you was a sure way to figure out exactly what this relationship was.
「TR Casual Fashion Illustrations」translations, part 2
Even though all of these are from Character Book 2 (the first and third book didn’t have anything like this), a couple of season 1 characters are featured too. Just these guys!
See this post for the season 2 characters.
Hanma Shuji
- Doesn’t care that much about fashion
- Basic white knit sweater (likes having a hood)
- Black denim coat
- Black narrow pants
- Sandals
- When it’s cold, he goes with combat boots
Hanemiya Kazutora
- Likes looking tough
- Just about the same fashion sense as Pah-chin and Peyan
- Likes shirts with a wide open neck (wants to show off his tattoo)
- Since his skin is sensitive, he takes off the tags in the back right away
- Likes loose jackets that look all disheveled
- Loose pants, likes wearing them with the waistband looking like it’s about to fall down
- Chinese-style flats with the soles worn out, they’re like that because he likes to drag his feet when walking
