Some time passed, and even though neither Hanma nor (Y/n) talked about whatever their relationship had transcended to, it still was obviously clear. For them, but also from whoever was around as well. Surely the way Hanma treated (Y/n) wasn't the same when they were alone as when she was at the headquarters. Most times he didn't even spare her a glance. But when she was at his place? He still was as tough, but at the same time, he couldn't find it in him to be as cold. Hell, even if her body never stopped from boring many marks of his from all shapes and colors, he sometimes thought twice about being harsh with her. He had found himself holding back because, deep down, he did care for her wellbeing. Even if he was the way he was, he also had a little regard for her sometimes.
"Come," he said after watching (Y/n) bringing the plates of food to the dining table "Sit here" he ordered her, spreading his legs open a little while patting one of his thighs. She did as she was told, and as soon as she sat on one of his legs his hand wrapped securely around her waist. With the other one, he picked a piece of the food she had made for him
"Open your mouth" his voice sounded calm and commanding. His expression as neutral as always and his eyes as magnetic and fixed on hers as usual.
(Y/n) felt her heartbeat quickening due to his big and warm hand on her waist and by the proximity between them, but especially by the way his eyes looked at her, expectant and with a slightly arched brow. She swallowed and did as she was told, parting her lips open ever so slightly while she looked at him with flushed cheeks. Cheeks that only turned redder when Hanma slowly slid the food inside her mouth, feeding her. She softly closed her lips around his fingers and ate the food, careful not to bite on him as his fingers remained inside. He then moved his hand to where her jaw and throat connected, only leaving his thumb in as she sucked on it. He tilted his head slightly, golden eyes lingering to her lips for a second as the distance between them got shorter.
"What would you do for me?" he suddenly asked, voice low and deep, hitting right onto her lips. His eyes traveled down to her lips again, this time staying there longer and almost as if he was fleeing her own gaze.
"Anything," she answered honestly. Because as much as she had questioned it in the past, she was too enamored and infatuated with him to deny it any longer. There was a silence after her answer, and Hanma looked up to her eyes again, this time a glint of amusement in his eyes that still kept that serious aspect.
"Would you kill someone for me?" he asked with the same almost airy tone as before, breath hitting her again and making her hair stand just from how seriously he was saying it despite his almost tender tone. This time it was her throat where his eyes wandered to, his fingers finally leaving her mouth "I would kill anyone for you" he added when his eyes went up to her lips and his hand went to her nape, caressing her jaw as well "You just have to say it, and I'll have anyone dead in a second" he said, finally looking deep into her eyes with an expression that she had barely seen in him but that made her heat up and her chest flutter.
It became difficult to breathe for a second as she became even more entranced by him and by how his eyes looked deep at hers as if to let her know how serious he was. And his lips, now with that tiny and subtle smirk of his... She laid her hand on his chest, feeling it under his shirt, and leaned in to kiss him, which to her surprise, he actually allowed the kiss to stay soft. At least for a while.
"I'd kill for you too," she said without actually thinking it through. But she knew that if things ever got down to that, she might actually do it. That's just how he made her feel, just how heavy her feelings had become for him. Especially after he said that; as if he felt as intensely as her.
His smirk got bigger, and although the kiss continued to be relatively softer compared to the kisses they used to share, his hand traveled down to her thighs where he gripped and started to caress her exposed skin. She opened her legs slightly, allowing him more room to touch her. And at this action he couldn't help but smile again, kissing her forward and definitely heating up the kiss. His hand slid under her skirt, and when he touched her slightly wet underwear, she let go of a small gasp amidst the kiss. He gripped her thighs tighter and stood up, taking her up with him. She wrapped an arm around him as well, and happily let him take her, in this case to his bedroom.
He sat down on his bed, back resting against the bedframe, and he placed (Y/n) in between his legs, having her back be against his chest as his arms wrapped around her remarkably smaller body. Completely trapping her in him. Immediately after, his 'sin' hand slid down her belly until it found its way to her panties again where he now rubbed more shamelessly. And as soon as he did that she immediately leaned back her head against his chest, closing her eyes and closing her legs, trapping Hanma's hand in her sweet core. He smiled, looking down at her adorable flustered face, and while his sin hand slipped under her underwear, making her shudder from the feeling of his long and cold fingers pushing teasingly at her entrance, his other hand went to the hem of her shirt.
(Y/n)'s body slid down the bed the more pleasure that started to build up in her body. One of her arms hanged over his bent knee, gripping at his body while she rubbed her head more against his abdomen and chest, trembling and moaning when his long fingers finally slid inside at the same time that his other hand rubbed her shirt up, exposing her body while he started to massage her breasts.
"Ngh~" she started to pant as his fingers thrust in her at a faster pace, using his thumb and palm to rub at her clit while he used his other hand to press her body harder against him and massage her nipples and breasts "Shuji..." she continued to moan, leaning back her head even more.
She opened her eyes for a second and realized that he was intently observing her with a smirk and a tilted head. It only made her quiver more under him, turning even redder. She brought one hand to her face, embarrassed by the lewd expression she must've had. But her action only made him chuckle, and the sound ringing on her ears only made her squirm in pleasure more. To the point where she couldn't hold it anymore, and feeling one of his big hands, pressing down and fondling with her nipples, his other hand fucking her and stimulating her clit, and just the warmth and security his body offered around her... His smell, and not the light one of tobacco that usually accompanied him the days he smoked a lot, no. His actual scent. She just couldn't hold it anymore, and seeing that Hanma wasn't telling her not to come, letting her actually orgasm for once, she moaned and shivered, gripping at his leg and shirt while she came over his fingers. He smirked, seeing her so worked up and a mess, and leaned down to lay a kiss on her forehead.
That wasn't their usual interactions, for anyone wondering. But the more time they were together, and especially the more time she spent with him at his place, the more common they started to be. Of course, though, she didn't spend all of her time with him. He didn't want that, and she had other things to do like for example focusing on getting her degree. And that led her to also spend most of her time going from library to library, whenever she didn't have to work for the gang that is.
Today she had finished studying earlier, leaving her with enough time to unhurriedly eat lunch and take a nap, or maybe go outside on a walk. She wasn't sure what she would do with her free time, but she knew for sure that she was excited. So much excited in fact, that she didn't realize there was a car behind her, speeding up and seeming to have lost control as it drove over the sidewalk towards her.
"Girl!" a man called her at the same time he pulled her close to the door of a shop, making the car miss her for less than a meter. Only then did (Y/n) realize that there was a car out of control that luckily didn't hurt anyone.
The car stopped some distance further from everyone that had thrown themselves out of their way. And as people started to recompose themselves they all looked at the vehicle seeing that it was a dark van with no license plate.
"Thanks," (Y/n) muttered, feeling her heartbeat against her chest. But the man's hold on her arm became tighter when the car started to go backward at an unusual speed.
"Get out!" people started to scream, fleeing from the road.
"It's out of control!" another person yelled.
(Y/n)'s eyes widened when she saw that the car was going back in their direction, but she was frozen. She only snapped back when she was pushed further away by the man. She hit the floor and looked to where she was standing, seeing that the van had now broken into the shop from the now broken window.
"Run!" the man told her from inside the shop where the few people that were inside were hidden on the most farther corners, screaming in panic.
(Y/n)'s body was frozen cold yet again, and all she could do was stand up in panic. She looked at the van and locked eyes with the two people driving. The car lights lighted up again, signaling that it was going to drive off at high speed once more, and it was then when she knew. This car wasn't out of control. This car was purposely trying to kill her.
Her legs finally responded and she sprinted in another direction, going into a narrow alley that couldn't fit the van. She looked back while running and confirmed her thoughts when the van stopped right at the entrance, looking at her before it disappeared, trying to go around and find her. She started sweating cold and not because of the fact that she had been sprinting for minutes, trying to get the van lost. It was from how much scarier this was than to be almost run over by an out-of-control car. Because now, she thought it would be nearly impossible to escape if somebody wanted to kill her. Why is someone trying to kill me?! she screamed in her mind. Until she understood.
She finally seemed to lose the van and ran into a parking lot, hiding in a corner behind another big parked car. She brought her hand to her heart, trying to calm down while she caught her breath again. And then she took out her phone, dialing a number with trembling hands.
"What," Hanma's voice sounded annoyed at the other end of the line. He didn't like to be bothered while he was working after all "I'm busy" he added, but shut up when he heard (Y/n)'s silent cries.
"Shuji," she called him with a trembling whispering voice, making his frown change completely "someone's trying to kill me" she said but didn't say anything else when she heard a car again.
"Where are you" he demanded, seeming calm but definitely less calm than earlier. She tried to look over the car, trying to see if the car she heard was the same van or some other from the parking.
"I'm hiding at a parking lot" she cried anxiously again.
"Which parking lot you idiot" he said, starting to lose his calm.
"The one by the cinema" she said, but suddenly shut up when indeed she saw the van. She let go of a gasp when the drivers got out of the car, but she immediately went back to hiding.
"(Y/n)" he called her, his heart beating unsteadily "(Y/n)!" he called her again, this time significantly louder when the line went dead.
tw: no protection, fem!reader, masochist!reader, sadist!Hanma, degrading, Stockholm Syndrome, fucktoy, p in v, slight fluff, bondage, free use, creampie
3rd person's POV wc1,7k
It happened out of nowhere, like always. She was cleaning the leftovers from the food she made for her and Hanma knowing that if she didn't come and cook something for him once in a while he would either eat unhealthily or not eat at all. Not that he was the healthiest of men anyway, but if she at least could help him get closer to that... It didn't cost her anything to do it, and he didn't seem displeased about it either.
So there she was, in the now gleaming and visibly fancy kitchen, when Hanma entered. Initially, he didn't make any sound, but at the sight of her, he couldn't help but smirk. Well, it wasn't her the reason but rather the fact that she continued to wear his collar. So pleased with that, he approached her from behind
His hands gripped at both sides of (Y/n)'s hips, but she didn't even have time to react to that as his hips thrust into her ass immediately after. It was so unexpected but it felt so good... his warm hands gripping at both sides while she felt his hard dick rubbing against her; she obviously couldn't continue with what she was doing. One of the glasses she was cleaning fell into the sink, splashing some water around her and making her somewhat wet, but nothing compared to how wet he was making her be.
Hanma continued to thrust against her ass as if there weren't any clothes between them, fucking her through her clothes. But despite all the pleasure he was making her have, and that he himself felt, it still made both of them wish for the clothes to be gone. One of Hanma's hands went up to her chest, gripping without any care or gentleness on one of her breasts, and then the other one travelled in between her legs, still over her clothes. And so, he kept thrusting hard against her perking up ass, one hand rubbing her clothed clit while the other one massaged harshly her boobs. She bit her lip, losing her composure completely from how amazing it was to feel his hands and just him in general touching and groping all of her body.
She had long ago stopped caring about what she was doing, and unconsciously and with low moans she instead leaned against the counter, trying to rub her ass against him as well. But of course, she couldn't keep it low the more she heard and felt Hanma's breath over her and felt the strength he used both to hold her still and to thrust against her. And on the other side, Hanma also couldn't help but smirk more the more she rubbed on her own, so desperate for him.
After that, one thing left to another and now she was laying over his lap, completely tied up and naked. But she didn't seem mad about it. She was, in fact, placidly asleep over his lap after having orgasmed some time ago. Hanma, on the other side, was still fully dressed, having one beer in one of his hands, and the other one having it over her marked ass. He loved to see her like that, tied up at his mercy without her complaining, obediently doing whatever he ordered her to. But he had to admit that it was even more rewarding to see her around untied and free yet choosing not to run away from him, perhaps because of how surprising it was to him. How strange it was to think that someone could ever choose to stay by his side, out of her own will... He didn't understand, and maybe that's why he preferred to tie her up, afraid that one day she'd realize and leave.
It was the same thing with drugs. He normally used to involve drugs whenever he fucked some chicks. He still smoked, sometimes joints instead of normal cigarettes, but he didn't involve her in it. He used to do drugs with girls, and not so that he could take advantage of them. In fact, the girls were the ones willing to take drugs while fucking with him. But she didn't, and he didn't understand why. She never smoked, never took drugs, and the occasions when she drank alcohol were scarce. She literally was too good and innocent for him. And that's why he didn't understand why she enjoyed being with him when she was completely sober. Why she kept on letting herself be used by him however he pleased. It wasn't like she could refuse anyway, but it seemed like the thought had not even crossed her mind yet. It was more exciting somehow because he felt like she willingly was giving her body to him, which she was. But it made him uncomfortable at the same time because he thought that it was a matter of time before she realized, especially given the fact she was never under any influences. Although thinking about it a little better, it wasn't a thought that made him uncomfortable, on edge perhaps. Oh no, he knew what it made him feel. He was scared, scared to imagine the day when she would try to leave him. And it angered him to know he had such feelings. Just as much as it angered him to wonder if she would be like this with any man that was willing to do this to her. Is she with me only because I can fulfill her kinks? Would she leave me for someone more normal if he gave her the same things? The thought angered him as much as it scared him. And as much as it pained him and infuriated him, he knew he had got used to her.
But how much he wished it was only 'having got used to' her. Because the more days that passed, the more he saw her, the more he fucked her... the more smiles he saw from her and the finer she seemed with freely being with him... It wasn't that he had got used to her, and he knew. It was the warm and fuzzy feeling that he had gotten used to. The feeling of... of being attached. He owned her, and she played into it. But that was it, she played.
A ringtone broke Hanma from his thoughts, making him realize his hand had gone from her ass to her sleepy head, caressing her hair gently. He didn't stop, he just kept looking at her with one of his usual dull faces. Until he had to get up, so with a sigh he carefully let her rest on the couch while he looked for his phone.
It didn't take a long phone call for Hanma to get in his work mood. That was something usual after all, usual for his type of work at least. But he couldn't leave just yet, not before he took care of (Y/n). So this time he approached her and started to untie her, not perturbing her sleep the least bit. Not until he picked her up on his arms and took her to his bed where she started to awaken.
She shuffled under the sheets of the bed, feeling that she was now untied and actually delicately tucked in. She sloppily opened her eyes, seeing Hanma's smirking face so close to her that it immediately made her blush despite her still sleepy state. And now that she happened to wake up he decided to get on top of her. He cupped her cheek with his big hand, caressing it with his thumb while his eyes looked deep into hers, smirk having faded when he loomed over her.
Her eyes widened at the proximity, even if her body continued to feel tired. And her breath caught up in her throat when the distance became even shorter. So short, their lips were merely touching each other and noses rubbing lightly against one another. His black and blonde fringe fell slightly and smoothly onto her face, just like his earring hung loose as well. He moved his lips over hers, but not kissing her, just continuing that deep stare that both of them maintained over each other's eyes. His thumb went down her jaw to her neck, gracing her collar, and with a serious tone and expression he muttered lowly:
"You belong to me," his lidded eyes never left her (e/c) ones, not even to linger to her lips. His thumb gave her skin a ginger caress, his punishment hand still holding her softly. She didn't say anything and stayed completely still, mesmerized by Hanma's look and low tone of voice. He wasn't asking, but his tone didn't resemble that of a harsh command either "And I to you," he added, golden eyes boring deep into hers.
She blinked, feeling her chest flutter in heat, and before she could nod, he closed the already small distance between their lips in a slow kiss. Or maybe it was the other way around and it was her who closed it. Who cares when the kiss was warm like they had never shared a kiss before.
"Work calls," he added, separating from her but without getting his hand away from her cheek yet "Stay here" and again, it was obviously an order, but it didn't sound like it.
He left without any further words or contact, leaving her so flustered it would be difficult to fall asleep again, that's for sure. But she stayed there, in his bed while she relished in this electric feeling that continued to spread over her skin, and while she pondered about her life and life choices.
This was not the life she wanted. The relationship she always dreamed to have. She didn't even have the happiness she hoped for one day. And still, she knew she wouldn't be able to leave Hanma's side even if she were given the option because the truth was that she was completely addicted and infatuated with him. If somebody else did something like the things he did with her, she would hate it. She would desperately cry for help. But because it was him the one to treat her like that, she liked it. He was hot, and he just... had something. She wasn't sure about what it was. It was the way he had of hurting her so ruthlessly and then caring for her. Of being so rash but then being gentle and caring for her. Damn it she was even wearing a shirt she knew he must have put on her while she slept and even felt some healing cream on her butt cheeks. It made her stomach and chest flutter. He made her heart flutter.
tw: no protection, fem!reader, masochist!reader, sadist!Hanma, degrading, Stockholm Syndrome, fucktoy, p in v, slight fluff, bondage, free use, creampie
3rd person's POV wc3,7k
(Y/n)'s exams had finally finished right last week, and overall she was pretty satisfied with how they went. She didn't know the scores yet, but she was confident that she would at least pass. And with that huge amount of pressure off her back, she now was able to savor a week of no classes and just time for herself and self-care... and Hanma's gang care as well. After all, now that her exams were done the time off Hanma had given her finished as well.
Surprisingly, it had been very easy for (Y/n) to go back to the routine of spending some time at the headquarters. And now that she didn't have to study in between breaks she even continued with her hobby of reading whenever nobody needed her. However, there was a downside that she just discovered today.
She wasn't aware of what other people could think of her. Of how other people saw or knew her. And she definitely could not imagine the impact she would make on some degenerate men from the gang. She should have expected though, especially hearing how some of them talked of women in general. But she always decided not to step in, she didn't want to be in any more trouble than she already was and definitely didn't fancy getting beat up by a bunch of freaks. Today though, she wasn't given much of a choice.
She was minding her own business, completely focused on her book while she sat on a side that had become the 'consultation' side of the building. For some reason, there weren't many people there, but in a way it allowed her to read more peacefully. That was of course until a hand was put on her shoulder.
The action wouldn't be anything special for her. She just turned around to see who was it and what was that they wanted, but her expression grimaced when this man's hand rubbed her back awkwardly.
"Hey doll," the man who had crusty short hair greeted with a smirk.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her brow twitching but trying to remain calm in case she was just being dramatic and misunderstanding his intentions. But she quickly realized she wasn't when his hand went right to her chest where he shamelessly cupped her breast. A shiver ran down her whole body and she immediately stood up from the chair, closing the book and smacking this man's face with it.
It took a second for the man to realize that he had just been smacked by a woman, which seemed to infuriate him maybe even more than the fact he had been rejected.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, you disgusting piece of shit" she said loudly, gaining the attention of the few members that were just chilling around. The man straightened up and grabbed her by the collar.
"Don't play hard to get, we all know you're a whore" he said through gritted teeth.
He was about to slap her but before he could she kneed him on his nuts, making him let go of her. She got the book again and smacked his face even harder with the corner of it, tainting the cover with his blood. That seemed to be the last straw for him, and with no patience to play anymore he charged a punch to her. However, before he could hit her he was stopped by another member. She swallowed in relief when she saw someone had stepped in to help her.
The crusty-haired man looked at the member who stopped him with anger.
"How come she can be Hanma's bitch but not ours? A bitch is a bitch" he spat as if trying to convince the member that had defended her. He just remained completely aloof.
"I'm nobody's bitch" (Y/n) cussed back, crossing her arms over her chest with a frown.
"Ehem" a voice sounded behind them, clearing his throat.
The man that had harassed (Y/n) turned white while (Y/n) turned around only to see Hanma, definitely looking displeased. She gulped, feeling a tingling wave throughout all of her body while he continued to look at her sternly and waiting for something. She clenched her fists and turned around to face said member again, feeling her whole skin burn from what she was about to say.
"I'm only Hanma's bitch," she changed her words, very embarrassed, but feeling a small burning wave on her belly when she said that.
Hanma didn't say anything and just gave a look to the man that had helped (Y/n) before leaving to his office, still looking somewhat bothered but not as much. And then the man that had tried to harass her was pulled away from the room by her helper.
Overall, the gang members that normally talked to her were nice. But even if she knew not everyone would like her or be okay with her being around, she never thought they would actually act upon their thoughts. It was clear though that something like that would not happen again.
In any case, she sat back in her place, at the beginning being too distracted with what had just happened to continue reading. She still felt wrong when she recalled the way this man's hand groped her. But with enough time she at least was able to read a few chapters, even with her still dispersed mind.
"What are you still doing here?" she was broken from her hazy reading by Hanma's voice. She looked up from the line she had read over five times but that she still hadn't properly read, and saw that everyone had left "You don't have to study anymore, why are you here" he said, brows knitting and looking annoyed even? She couldn't quite tell his mood, but she didn't mind.
"I bought these and wanted to give them to you" she said, standing up and picking up a plastic bag full of groceries. That was actually the whole reason she had stayed overtime "You had nothing to eat in your place, and I figured you wouldn't buy anything anyway"
"I didn't ask you to do this" he said, brows still knitted.
She was so unlike him. So kind and nice, no matter to who, she would always lend a hand. She was so innocent and weak, yet she always tried to look tough and confident. And despite all this, she still had it in her to have snarky comments, as if she didn't believe it whenever he or someone else threatened to hurt her. Just like earlier that day. She definitely didn't belong to this world he forced her into, and it would definitely be something worth documenting if she ever was to be with someone like him. Yet here she was. It made him feel powerful, but it made him feel wrong at the same time. As if he was tainting a beautiful and pure rose. And he hated that feeling.
Too nice for him, too innocent for him, yet perhaps maybe that was what ignited this consistent longing in him. The fact that he could break her so easily if he ever wanted, and still know she would sometimes talk back. He wanted it, and the mere thought amused him.
But one thing was his thoughts, his imagination, and the other one was the reality. He liked the idea, but it was weird for him to actually see it become a reality.
"Why are you doing this?" he asked when she was cleaning the leftovers of the food she had bought.
Hanma didn't want to accept the groceries, mostly because he wouldn't cook anyway and they would just rot in his fancy but dusty kitchen. So instead, he was smart enough to make her cook for him despite not even asking.
"Dunno" she answered, not even spending a second to think about it. Until she saw his brows continued to be knitted, something that normally didn't end well for her "I guess I felt bad that you lived like this—" she started to say, but she couldn't finish because he violently pulled her to him with strength, now his arched brow joining his severe frown.
"Don't you dare pity me" he threatened, looking at her from up close with anger.
"I'm not. I just wanted to do it" she muttered lower due to their close proximity. He kept looking at her with a frown, and for some reason, she ended up laying her lips on his. It wasn't a soft kiss, but it wasn't a crazy one either. She didn't know why she did that, he didn't know why she would do that either. But it managed to undo his frown, and he answered rather quickly to her kiss, taking the lead immediately while his hold on her went from a violent one to just holding her close. That was until he stood up and made her stand up with him.
"I bought some things for you too," he said, his mood having changed all of a sudden.
(Y/n) looked at him surprised, but for some reason, the look in his eyes, and the evil smirk he had made her suspicious. Expectant and maybe excited, but suspicious. He left the big lounge room and dining room and reappeared carrying something in his hands. But she couldn't actually see what it was until he was completely in front of her, playing with the black thing in his hands while he brought it to her neck.
She swallowed when his hands touched the skin of her neck, taking her hair out of the way while he put a thick and tight collar with a ring in the middle that she was pretty sure was so that it could be attached to a leash. Luckily for her, there was no sight of a leash. He finally clasped the collar around her neck and left his hands on both sides of her jaw, making her look slightly up so he could lean down to her neck.
Her skin warmed up even more than it already was when he tightened the collar, but now that she could smell his scent from his hair, and feel his breath on her neck, her own got caught up on her throat. She even let go of a loud breath when his tongue licked the hem of the collar slowly, going up to her throat.
"You'll wear this when I'm around from now on" he said lowly almost over her ear which just made her nod unconsciously. He noticed, making his smirk even bigger. She suddenly felt grateful for having decided to buy some groceries for him.
"You said things?" she remarked the plural with a thin voice due to still being a little heated up. Hanma's hands stayed on her neck while having the same cold golden eyes and devilish grin.
"You want to know?" he asked, arching a brow. She swallowed, something in her told her maybe it'd be better to say no. But the most part of her was excited about it, even if she knew it would most likely be something along the lines of the collar. So she nodded, and his thumbs opened her mouth before he kissed her very indecently. Then, he pushed her into his room.
She stopped when he stopped pushing her, her skin becoming warm again while she tried to repress her eager smile. Especially as she found herself closing her eyes when Hanma started to undress her slowly while going around her.
"Now sit" he commanded her, and she did as he said, sitting shyly and naked onto his bed while he grabbed the red rope he had thrown over his bed.
He ignored her neck as she already wore a collar and instead made sure to attach it to the ring meant for a leash. And after that, he proceeded to start tying the rope around her, making slow knots, and smiling every time his cold hands touched her skin as it made her shiver from the slight contact. He made the knots around her whole torso, tying her arms together on her back as well.
"Turn around" he said with an assertive tone that didn't match his perverse grin.
She did as he said and knelt on the bed, giving him her back. There was a couple of seconds in which nothing happened and he didn't even touch her, but only until he slapped her slightly bruised ass, courtesy of Hanma himself. She bent slightly but had to completely lie down on the bed when he pushed her down from her back, falling with her face due to her arms being tied up. He climbed up on her body, working with the rope again while he started tying her legs open. She twitched slightly when the air touched her now forced open entrance, only now realizing how wet she was just from all this.
"Brings back memories, doesn't it" he whispered over her ear before tightening the final knots.
Except that my legs weren't tied like this... she thought. And it was the truth as she was now tied in a way that allowed her for literally zero movements, with her legs forced open unable to close.
Hanma's hands fell onto her neck and started sliding down her shoulders and back as if delighted with his work in restraining her. What's more, the fact that she had willingly let herself be restrained.
Then, his hands fell onto her already marked ass, where he gripped her cheeks, making her shudder both by her accumulated arousal and by the fact that her previous bruises from the last times they fucked were still healing, making her more sensitive. He didn't focus much on her ass or lost any more time and just laid down as well, burying his whole face into her wet cunt. The sudden action, added with Hanma's diligent tongue made (Y/n) start immediately squirming and moaning. Especially because of how much open she was forced to be, and how little she could move, just making her be even more at his mercy. He smiled against her already throbbing pussy when he heard her moaning so quickly, but he didn't become any gentler, just pushed harder against her. His licks only became more precise and deep, alternating between pushing inside her hole or circling her clit.
"AH! Hanmaah!" she moaned. And there it was again, that something that made his violent tendencies arise. He frowned and pressed harder against her "Please... Ngh~" she pled to be fucked already and allowed to cum.
Annoyed, Hanma slapped her ass, making her yell a little louder. But his aching boner made him end up deciding to let her have it. So almost before her moan stopped he had already rammed into her, and her cunt was so rose and sensitive from Hanma's tongue that his movement immediately pulled out the most lascivious and high-pitched scream from her ever. It was so sexy that it even managed to pull a small groan from Hanma as well. She managed to hear it though, and smiling while having her eyes closed in pleasure she decided to move her ass back and forth, forcing Hanma's dick in and out. But Hanma slapped her ass, pushing her back against the mattress while he banged into her even harder, just making her scream more repeatedly.
With one hand grabbing on the knots tied around her body he made sure she was pressed hard against his bed, and with the other one, he gripped at the flesh of her hips, making sure his thrusts reached as deep as he possibly could. Her walls started pulsing around his dick, making it tighter for him and thus finally making him cum with her. She moaned loudly, hiding his smaller moan, and then he pulled out watching his cum dripping from her throbbing cunt.
Just then his phone rang, and pulling up his pants again he picked it up, finishing the call almost immediately after. But for (Y/n) it had been at least enough time to come down from her orgasm, even if her breath was still ragged.
"Can you untie me now?" she asked, trying to look at him from her spreading and restrained position "My hands are sore"
"No" he just answered, keeping his phone in his trousers "I might use you again later" he just added before leaving the room and leaving her tied there , naked and legs spread open, with cum dripping out of her while the air continued to hit that wet spot making her still tremble from pleasure from time to time.
She didn't know how much time passed after he left, but it definitely looked like hours. After all, she had no way of knowing the time since she couldn't move her position, not even turn around, just forced to stay in that vulgar position. It even got to a point where she started to feel sleepy. After all, it must have been late in the night already. But at least she was in bed, even if her condition wasn't the most comfortable.
She started to fall asleep, slowly becoming drowsy after hours, so she didn't even realize that Hanma had arrived again. Although Hanma didn't remember she was there either, but it definitely was a very pleasant surprise. Even a more pleasant sight actually. He started to undress tiredly, still stressed about the work he just had to do from that call, but at least the sight of her open and still dirty hole lightened up his mood a little.
Completely naked, he knelt onto the bed, realizing she was sleepy but not asleep yet, and that in fact, she seemed to just realize his presence. But she was completely awakened in the best way possible when he buried himself in her again, making her warm once again. Especially because this time he just wrapped her body completely with his own.
"Ah~ you're so warm" he mumbled more to himself than to her, with a frown when he realized he said that. But being these close to her she obviously heard, only turning her on way even more.
"Ah-AHMnh!" she moaned, the wave of pleasure that built up in her belly spreading through her whole body when his arms were around her and he had his forehead against her shoulder, his thrusts deep but unlike other times slow "Shuji... " she continued to moan, but he thrust harder, as if he was bothered "Shuji!" she yelled hastily with that lewd voice of hers. He gritted his teeth at her voice.
For the impulsive person that he was, he had never experienced the impulses she made him have. Like right at that moment, for example, he just wanted to bury his dick deep in her while he wrapped her smaller body with his and just laid there, having her cockwarm him. Her body and kind smiles, made him have an urge to always pull her to him. But fuck, it made him want to break her as well. Just like now, when he heard her voice, her calling his name, he just wanted to slap her. Grab her by her neck and shut her up forcefully while fucking her more. It was the same things that made him go disgustingly soft, what made him want to hurt her.
Perhaps it was just because of this. Because of everything about her, the way her voice sounded, the way her eyes always looked up at him, batting her eyelashes innocently without even realizing. Just like she didn't realize how much power she had over him, and he knew that, and that's why every time it happened he just wanted to be harsher.
So like that, frowning again, he abandoned the slow thrusts and started smashing her harder. And when he felt he was about to cum he used her shoulder, biting on it in order not to make a sound. But when he finished, and she as well, he stayed there, on top of her and not realizing he still had her in a kind of an embrace, having her cockwarm him for a while while keeping his seed in her, unable to leak.
But he finally pulled away, untying her carelessly and tiredly. Leaving her be as soon as she was free. Then he put on a shirt and some boxers, completely ignoring her presence.
"Can you give me something to sleep on?" she asked after she had cleaned herself, a little shy and covering her marked body a little with her arms, still completely naked except for Hanma's collar. Hanma looked up to her, eyeing her whole body.
"No, I like this view better" he said, laying on his bed.
"I'll get cold..." she complained with a low voice, but he didn't care.
"Then get close" he dismissed her, but he lied on a side of the bed making room for her.
She knew it was useless to argue with him, so she lied down, getting close to him in search of a warmth source, but unsure about clinging onto him. But the tiredness rubbed on her quickly, and in no time she was already asleep. Unlike Hanma, who as usual seemed to have more trouble in falling asleep.
He couldn't help but look at his side, the sensation of having a curled-up body next to him being too strange to ignore it. It wasn't a bad strange though. He looked at her sleeping form, really curled up to him but without holding onto him. He knew she didn't because she wasn't sure or maybe she was even still afraid of him.
"Idiot" he said to her, rolling his eyes while he wrapped an arm around her so that she actually didn't freeze.
But still, it bugged him a little. He wasn't sure if he regretted not giving her something to sleep in. It made him feel bad. She might actually get a cold he thought with a frown and a sigh Why am I such a bad person? Why does she always comply with whatever I tell her?
tw: dubcon, no protection, fem!reader, masochist!reader, sadist!Hanma, degrading, Stockholm Syndrome, fcktoy, p in v, bjob, slight fluff, weed
3rd person's POV wc3,1k
Hanma left as soon as he could from (Y/n)'s apartment. He didn't have any reason in particular to leave in such a rush, he didn't even have anywhere to go. But he didn't have any reason to stay either. He was more comfortable alone in the cold night anyway, especially as some annoying thoughts began to surge in his mind.
He couldn't stop asking himself why would he say that to her. Why would he tell her that if she obeyed him he would use only her. He couldn't understand why he said that. He would probably keep fucking around with other whores if he felt like it, but the words had just come by themselves after she looked at him like that. So serious yet vulnerable, thinking she had any type of control over what she or he could do despite being so obviously at his mercy. It was stupid of her—but cute.
Words are words, and they don't mean anything.
Another day (Y/n) stayed studying at the headquarters. Although to be fair, it wasn't daylight anymore as it had been time since the clock passed midnight. She just had too much work accumulated due to her not having come through the whole week thanks to that favor Hanma gave her. So of course, she had to stay longer, treating the people she hadn't during the week. And although she had already taken two exams, she still had three more to go. So needless to say, she stayed there to study as usual when she was done with her 'doctor' matters.
"Why the fuck are you still here" a deep voice broke her out of focus. She turned to the voice, looking around surprised, especially when she realized there was absolutely nobody in the whole building anymore from how late it was. Well, besides her and Hanma, who just came out of his office.
"I was studying" she answered, checking the time. Her eyes widened at how late it was, only now thinking about how she would get home when there wasn't any bus or subway at this hour. But she was forced to stop looking at the phone when it was suddenly taken away from her hands.
"Not anymore," Hanma said with a low voice, now right in front of her.
He closed and pushed all notebooks and books she had on the table. And before she could complain or even react, he grabbed her by her waist and pulled her on top of the table, latching his mouth onto her neck which made her legs immediately wrap around his torso.
A small moan came from her lips when she felt his tongue running over a sensitive spot on her neck, his teeth following suit. She could easily tell that he was very stressed by the way his hands gripped her and the way his mouth worked on her skin. But so was she with the amount of stuff she had to study.
"I still have to study" she pushed him away from her neck, making his brow knit harder.
He looked up at her face, moving one hand from her ass to her nape, pushing her face only a millimeter away from his own in a threatening way. She even had to put both hands on his chest at the movement while she struggled to look at him from that close. She could even smell the alcohol in his breath completely eclipsing the tobacco in it.
Hanma didn't say anything for a moment that seemed eternal to her, but she didn't care really. The tension in the way their eyes looked at each other, the closeness of their bodies and lips, each other's breath hitting one another's, ...
"You'll be fine" were his only words before his golden and half-lidded eyes left hers and instead focused on her parted lips. Her heartbeat quickened when she realized, and her eyes couldn't help but go to his own lips as well.
And before she could think anything, Hanma's whole body leaned against hers. She couldn't even feel or relish the touch of his lips on hers for their first time because he directly filled her mouth with his tongue so she couldn't say anything else. Just ravishing each corner of her mouth and pressing his tongue against hers with such a passion and hunger that it was difficult for her not to answer as well. The kiss, or well, make-out, was so fiery she barely could even pay attention to the initial bitter taste of his bad habits. Especially because it became sweeter the more fluids they changed.
Still, she slowly was able to regain control of her actions, making some sounds of complaint. But again, all it took was for Hanma to hump against her a few times in order for her to forget with another low moan in the middle of the kiss, just making Hanma even bolder. He was frustrated by work, and life. And he just found the perfect way to get release. He only separated to unbuckle his trousers, allowing her to regain her awareness.
"Hanma, wait, I-!" she said, wanting to tell him that she really needed to study. But again she was shut up and her sentence finished with a louder moan when he pushed his dick inside of her.
Her toes curled up and her hands gripped at his shoulders, making him smirk at the blushing and lewd expression she made. He pushed a few times, making her close her eyes tighter and grip his back harder, and she started moaning when his tongue and lips on her neck joined his thrusts.
But soon, this wasn't enough for Hanma. So his hands let her hips go and went to her thighs and calves, pulling them over his arms instead of having them wrap around his waist. The position wasn't the most comfortable for her though, she could feel her muscles tightening, locking and cramping from how bent she was. But the pain had never been so fucking pleasant when he started pushing deep again because now, with this new position, he could definitely penetrate her so deep she felt his dick poking her belly.
"AH~!" she moaned so loud it bounced through the whole empty floor.
She had never been so close to her orgasm so quickly, so all she could do was hang onto his neck while standing the pain on her legs. Moaning and bouncing with every deep thrust he made. She hadn't even realized she wasn't on top of the desk anymore and in fact, Hanma was taking her elsewhere.
"Please ngh... Hanma-ah!" she moaned, begging for him to come and make her orgasm.
"You realize I'm fucking you while I walk, right?" he asked slightly strained from carrying her and the fact that he in fact was thrusting in her with every step he took thanks to this amazing yet tiresome position. He smirked over her head when he heard more of her adorable high-pitched moans and when he took a peek at her, seeing her working so hard not to cum while clutching onto him.
He finally pushed her body against a wall, allowing him to relax his arms a little while he continued to fuck her hard against the wall.
"Uh..." Hanma's persistence of not making any sound broke, groaning in short breaths when her hands tugged at his hair and her pussy started to throb around his dick. Her high and sexy noises only made it worse for him, until he let go of any restraint. She was moaning so loud she probably wouldn't realize his moans. So he started pushing faster, still trying to muffle his worked-up groans by bitting onto her neck. But it only made her orgasm faster, making her close on him and making him orgasm as well immediately after.
His teeth bit hard on her skin while his cum filled her up and her toes continued to curl, marking the skin on her neck where his previous marks had already started to yellow. He finally separated from her and let go of her legs, letting her fall to the floor before stepping away, pulling his pants up again. But when he was about to leave he realized she had literally fallen to the floor, unable to stand up from the pain in her legs. But she was too embarrassed to look at him, so she stayed there, sitting without the lower part of her clothes, dripping his seed on the floor while she tried to find a position that didn't make her legs and insides sting.
He rolled his eyes and sighed, picking up her clothes that he had almost ripped earlier, and began dressing her up obviously reluctantly. It only embarrassed her even more. He grabbed her things and pulling her over his shoulder, he took her to his bike. She didn't protest or didn't even ask anything. She didn't feel like she was in any position to do so and again, she was too flustered to say anything with any sense. She only spoke after they seemed to arrive at their destination, finally having recovered.
"I have class tomorrow, can't you take me to my place?" she asked when Hanma hopped off the bike at a place that clearly wasn't her building.
"No. You can get the bus if you want to" he said. But she knew there wasn't any bus that would take her. Not quickly at least. So she tried to hop off his motorbike again, only to realize that her legs were still sore and that she couldn't walk all too well yet.
"Hanma..." he called him, her cheeks becoming as red as they were when they fucked.
He turned around and saw her leaning on his motorbike, looking at the ground with a very obvious ashamed expression. He rolled his eyes again but picked her up like before, throwing her over his shoulder without any gentleness as he walked to his apartment. And he was even rougher when he threw her body on his small couch. He then walked and disappeared into a room, and meanwhile, she looked around the place with wide eyes.
"Do you seriously live like this? This is a mess..." she said, amazed by the neglected state of the apartment despite it being a very good flat.
"If you don't like it you can clean it" he said with a bothered tone, reappearing with a bottle of beer.
He didn't say anything else and didn't even acknowledge her presence anymore. He just sat on his couch as if she wasn't there and started to roll a joint he had on the coffee table. He leaned back and exhaled a cloud of smoke before he closed his eyes. Meanwhile, she looked at him, blinking several times while she inspected his face. He seemed to be relaxing, but his brow continued to be in a slight frown. She decided to pay some more attention to him, all of him. From his blonde and black hair, his earring, and straight nose that made him have such a stunning profile, to his wide back and big hands with those tattoos. She shuffled silently, unconsciously getting more attracted by how handsome he was.
Then her eyes wandered back to the littered apartment, and although she wasn't a freak of organization and cleanness, she couldn't help but stand up as soon as her legs stopped hurting that much. Her movement made Hanma's eyes open, and while he continued to drink and smoke from that leaned-back position he looked at her, curious.
"What are you doing?" he asked when he realized what she was doing, sounding annoyed again. But in reality, he was more surprised and confused than bothered. That's why he tried to sound angry.
"You can't live like this. It's not healthy for your mind" she just said while picking up the empty beer bottles of alcohol from the floor as well as other food packages and just rubbish.
He kept looking at her, his brows knitting harder while he took another puff of his joint. For some reason, seeing her cleaning his apartment made his chest burn, and not in a good way. It was irksome. He hadn't meant it when he said it, but he if she actually did that then would not complain, it was better for him anyway. But now...it annoyed him. Why was she cleaning his mess? Did she care? Why? He treated her like shit, like an object. Why on earth would she? Was she that fucking dumb? But to be honest, why on earth would she want anything exclusive with him to begin with.
She's a slut, he used to think. But then, why did she want him to treat only her like that? That wasn't something very slutty-like. And she could have any other man fuck her if that was what she wanted. Then, did she like him? he laughed at himself for such a stupid thought. Of course she didn't, why would she. And yet, why did she seem to care?
"You don't even have decent or not expired food," she said from the kitchen "What the fuck do you eat? How can you live like this?" she complained, annoying him even more.
"I didn't know you were my fucking mother," he groaned, drinking from his almost empty bottle of beer.
"I don't know, do you fuck your mother?" she couldn't help but retort when she came out of the kitchen. But she immediately regretted it when she saw him look at her with a threatening look.
"Say something annoying again and I'll shut your mouth, y'hear me?" he warned her sternly before he continued trying to drown his thoughts in the most unhealthy way he knew.
After that, she didn't say anything else and continued to fix his flat a little. It already looked way better, not like a dump at least, and more like a place where someone lived. And again, while she did so, he couldn't do anything else but watch her. His thoughts fading out the more he smoked and the more he watched her until the only thing he really focused on was her figure. How her ass perked up every time she bent to pick something from the floor. Until she was finally done.
She yawned, and tiredly let her body fall back on the couch, not even thinking about the fact that her head would fall onto Hanma's lap.
"Oi, what are you doing?" he groaned with an arched brow.
"Lying down, that was a lot of trash ," she said with closed and tired eyes, but also a small teasing smile Hanma didn't see. She opened her eyes when a hand went to the side of her head. At first it stayed there, but only for a few seconds. Then he turned her face against his lap.
All that looking at her, all those annoying thoughts he had been having. They had bothered him too much, in more than one way.
"I told you to mind your mouth," he said, unzipping his pants and actually shutting her up like he warned he would. But she didn't complain, almost as if she had been looking for that. So she willingly took him in her mouth and took her time to give him a blowjob given the fact that he wasn't pushing her this time.
In fact, he surprisingly ended up relaxing as well, leaving her hair be and just laying his hand on her head while he continued to smoke and lay his head back, enjoying her thorough and devoted blowjob.
"You love sucking me off, don't you?" he asked with a hoarse voice from how actually tired he was as well, amused when he saw her enjoying herself so much. She smiled, licking his whole hard length, and as an answer she continued to happily lick his shaft "What a slut" he said, but delighted with her answer he put out the cigar and used the hand that had previously sloppily caressed her hair to push her face down, pushing his dick deep in her throat. But when she seemed to complain he slid his other hand to her ass under her underwear, sliding his fingers into her wet pussy and masturbating her at the same rhythm she suck him. So of course, she didn't complain anymore. She didn't even care, on the contrary, she was just more willing to suck him, moaning in his dick whenever his long fingers pushed on her g-spot or rubbed her clit, which just caused more vibrations around his member. He smiled satisfied at the sight, to the point that eventually he stopped pushing and again just left his hand on her hair. He even unconsciously rubbed her head from time to time whenever she did something extremely satisfying as a reward.
He just sat there, enjoying the sight of her enjoying herself with his dick as if she loved it with all her might. Even more when her tongue and mouth became sloppier whenever she moaned due to his fingers. He couldn't help but smirk, for the first time not having the urge to finish this quickly. He liked this: she taking her sweet time on him and completely submissive to him; and him teasing her without making her cum either. He had never had this. He had never even imagined this was a possible form of sex. Just like he had never imagined orgasming like this could feel so fucking satisfying.
He looked down at her, stopping his hand when he realized he still was caressing her even though she had fallen asleep a while ago. His brows knitted again, not understanding how could she sleep with his cum all over her, even if she had licked and swallowed most of it.
It brought him back to the previous thoughts the alcohol and weed had been able to cloud. He wondered again why did she stay there after her legs were recovered. Even if she was too lazy to go to her place, he didn't quite understand why she would willingly suck on him. He was attractive, he knew, but never before had someone ever wanted to fuck with him more than once. His type of life and personality just didn't swing chicks like that, not for free at least. Nobody had ever even stayed in his apartment or cared... Why did she if she said she didn't love him? She's a whore... he reasoned with a yawn. This time, it was the extreme tiredness in his body, especially after having orgasmed, that made him fall asleep and not have to overthink.
tw: degrading, no protection, fem!reader, masochist!reader, sadist!Hanma, abuse, violence, Stockholm Syndrome, angry sex, cnc, slight public stuff,
wc4,8k
Today was one of the few days of the week that I had to come to the headquarters to perform my duties as the gang's doctor/healer/GP, or at this point I didn't even know anymore. So like usual, I spent the evening performing the regular consultations that the members always asked for. Even though my main reason to be was to patch them after fights, they just ended up using me as their personal doctor for everything or just someone they asked questions to. And although at the beginning it was annoying, I didn't mind that much anymore. Some of the members, despite being horrible people, weren't all that bad to me. I guess your views changed when you got to know someone on a deeper level, and being their personal doctor, I got to know them a lot.
And like normally, after I finished those errands with the gang I stayed there to study in order to get the most of my time and not have to commute so much. So in the end, especially after being allowed to come fewer days for a short period of time, that just was the most efficient place to study. Despite the many distractions that typically surrounded me—and tonight there were many. But there was just one in particular that completely broke any hope I had of getting work done, and that was the chitty chatter around me.
Of course, it was normal to have people talking, laughing, and being nosy at a place meant for them to hang out. It wasn't that what I was complaining about. It wouldn't even bother me that much anyway because, in fact, it sometimes helped me focus. But not tonight, and not with the topic of the conversation going on. I just couldn't help but roll my eyes with disgust and a sigh when I heard the few men that were left talking about the women at some stripping club or something. But that wasn't what made my mind unable to focus either, it was usual for these guys to talk like that about women anyway. At least they normally didn't talk about me like that or treated me that way, not to my face, and not for the most part of the gang members anyway. In any case, what completely made me unable to focus anymore was what followed that conversation about those 'hoes'.
"What I'd do to be able to join Kisaki and Hanma, fuck" one of them said, almost with a moan from imagining whatever he was picturing in his mind "I swear, they have the best girls in Tokyo. It's basically impossible to leave without getting laid"
"Especially if you're Kisaki and Hanma" another one of them added with a gloomy sigh.
It was stupid, I know, but it still bothered me. Obviously, I didn't expect Hanma to stay loyal to me or something. We weren't anything, he just fucked me twice and that's it. But still, their ongoing and sometimes detailed conversation about Hanma and those girls, and how he had also taken several from that place in the past... it just made my stomach turn a little. So I did what anyone would have done. I closed my books, packed up, and decided that it was late enough for me. Hopefully, I'd get some comfort in the chilly and silent night on my way home. But I didn't, quite the contrary, actually, as my thoughts seemed to become even louder.
In reality, I think that perhaps what made me feel the worst was acknowledging that it bothered me. I knew he had used me, and I didn't mind if he did, at all. Fuck, you're such a whore... I thought, ashamed and embarrassed of that truth. But even if that was the reality, if I was his whore, I didn't want to think of him having other whores.
Just why did my body react to him that way in the first place? It didn't make sense, and if he could do whatever he wanted I could too. So I made my choice. I was their gang's doctor, that's the deal I made with him. I never said anything about being his personal toy, and thus, I would commit to being just their doctor from now on.
Right the next day, I was leaving the cafeteria of my university's campus to once again lock myself in the library while I felt my sanity slip away from me little by little the fewer days that were left for my exams. Finding little comfort in the thought that once I was done with this semester's exams I would spend at least a week just doing absolutely nothing and sleeping.
I was right in the middle of this thread of thoughts, me imagining how pleasant it would be to be over with exams in order to motivate myself when I was suddenly stopped by a man I recognized from Hanma's gang. And even if I hadn't known him, I would have easily figured because of his attire and his delinquent physical appearance. Not to talk about the fact that he was standing by the entrance of the library with his motorbike right next to him.
"Hanma is calling out a meeting" he informed me when he saw me, making room in his motorbike for me to hop on.
"So? It's not something that concerns me" I said, because I was not a gang member, I was just their stupid doctor.
"He ordered for you to be there as well" he said back. But I ignored him and walked past him.
"I have exams soon" I just answered "He won't be able to have a doctor if I fail my modules. I'll go when I'm able to" I added, but stopped when he called me with slight discontent.
"Oi, (Y/n), Hama wasn't in the best mood. I'd think about it twice" he warned me, and I realized he wasn't threatening, just making sure for my own well "Do you really want me to tell him... that ?" he asked, unsure.
But again, I ignored him. I turned around and disappeared inside the library as my only answer. After that, four hours passed, and outside had already got dark a long time ago. My stomach rumbled, and I sighed, taking it as my cue to leave and get home after getting something to eat on the way. But even on my way home, on the bus, I couldn't allow myself to relax so I continued to read my notes as I knew it'd be impossible for me to study at home. Firstly because I just couldn't study alone. But especially because it was very late and I still had to take a shower and eat.
And so, I just did that. As soon as I got home I quickly ate the takeaway meal I bought, hopping on the shower right after. I thought about reading my notes just a few more times, but when I checked the time and saw it was 2 am I just decided to leave it for tomorrow. So with a sigh, I prepared myself to go to sleep and slipped inside the comfort of my bed. So warm and soft, so cozy... I would have fallen asleep almost instantly if it weren't for a distant strange sound that made my eyes open. It sounded like something metallic, and it came from outside my room, more specifically from what I imagined was my front door. It was the sound of someone trying to open my door with a key.
Any tiredness I had immediately left my body as I sat up with wide eyes, on alert and slightly scared because of how late it was. And although I tried to think of the most possible option: a drunk neighbor that mistook their apartment for mine, it still was scary to think about it. And to listen to the noise that became slightly less discreet.
I opened the door of my room and stepped into my small living room, heading with light steps to the door in order to look through the peephole. But my tense body relaxed completely when it was Hanma's figure I saw instead of that of a drunkard. I opened the door with a sigh and opened my mouth to ask him what the hell he was doing. But I couldn't because I was immediately picked up from my throat and slammed against the door that he closed using my own body. I would have hissed at the pain of the knock, but I couldn't due to his choking grasp. My hands went to his, trying to separate his hands from my throat or at least make him lose his grip enough so that I could breathe. But of course, he didn't. I looked at his eyes, my own getting teary from the lack of oxygen. And I realized just how much dark his eyes looked right now.
"When I order you to come, you come" he spat between gritted teeth, his hands tightening around my throat so much I could feel my blood rushing to my head.
"Hanm-" I tried to plead him, but I had no air at all and all I could do was tap on his hand and shake my foot in the air.
He finally let me go with disdain, letting my feet touch the floor again. I immediately broke into a fit of coughs and loud breathing.
"I had to study," I said, breathless and between coughs. But he slapped me hardly and angrily, making my cheek burn even more and my hair get all over the place from his strength.
I complained with a hiss when he grabbed my hair and pulled me up from it. My hand involuntarily went to his, trying to stop the pain he was causing me.
"And I have a very bad temperament" he answered pulling my hair harsher and thus making me hiss louder and flinch more "I don't give a shit about you. If I tell you to come, you come. If I tell you to sit, you sit. You do as I say" he gritted his teeth. But when he saw I was more focused on his painful and tight hold rather than on his words he slapped me again, letting me feel even more of that pain that I was complaining about. The slap was so hard, that the sound bounced through the whole previously silent apartment. I whined again, especially when he pulled harder from my hair and threw me over the coffee table. My body bumped everything there was there: porcelain, books, a lamp... everything fell to the floor, breaking most of it before my body landed on the couch. But even if the sofa was soft, he had thrown me with such spite that it still hurt
Could I even think about it though? No, because of course, Hanma quickly towered over me, trapping me under him while his hands wrapped around my throat again, this time not gripping hard enough to avoid me from breathing. Still, his weight on me was oppressing given the stinging pain I had on my face from the two slaps and just my body in general.
"Hanma," I called him in pain, trying to break free from his body in vain "You're... hurting me" I cried, but he just smiled, seeming less angry now and instead just sadistic.
"Good, maybe next time you'll do as I say from the beginning" he said, inching closer to my face and letting me see his amber eyes, full of darkness despite their golden glow. They felt empty, yet they were filled with aggression and sadism.
He moved one of his hands from my throat to my head, grasping my hair but not violently like earlier which given the pain I was in made it seem like a soothing movement. And then he moved his legs in between mines, pushing his knee against my core, making me squirm under him from the touch. His smile only widened when I tried to fight against him more.
"Hanma," I called him, still short of breath. He moved the hand in my throat slowly down to my chest, still pressing down "Stop," I asked, but he just pushed his knee more against my entrance, making me move more under him. Part of me wanted to hump against his leg, especially as I felt his big hand giving my breasts warmth over my pajama's shirt. But I remembered what I had decided yesterday. I wouldn't be his whore anymore "Stop" I said louder, trying to push him away unsuccessfully.
Surprisingly, he backed slightly away. At least enough for me to finally be able to push him away. I stood up from the couch, separating from him, and turned around, giving him my back while hugging myself for warmth and comfort. But especially for strength. That was the reason I was giving him my back to begin with, because I didn't have the confidence to say what I wanted to his face, and because I was also slightly afraid of his reaction. So instead I settled to look at his reflection on the mirror that hung in my living room while I continued to give him my back.
"I am your doctor," I started before he could say anything "But I never agreed to be your personal toy. I'll take care of your gang's members, but that's it" I added, looking at his reflection through the mirror. He arched a brow, but then any trace of anger or confusion vanished completely, being replaced by his usual tranquil and cocky expression. He didn't say anything and instead, I saw him walking towards me through the mirror.
I shuffled a little when I saw him getting closer to me, and my breath was caught up in my throat when he stopped right behind me. I could even feel his so much bigger body against mine, and of course, I could see him just completely overshadowing me from behind through the mirror. One of his hands laid on my shoulder, and for the first time, it wasn't rough, just warm. And then his other one went to my waist, both slowly sliding towards the front of my body. I swallowed at the gentle touches, feeling how my determination was about to be easily destroyed. Then, the hand in my shoulder traced my chest on his way towards my neck. I looked at myself through the mirror, his 'punishment' hand wrapped around my throat just with enough strength that it was actually pleasant. His face lowered near to mine while his other hand, his "sin" one, slid down my belly right under my underwear where he stroke my wet folds, making me moan.
"You say that, but you're so wet" he whispered over my ear, making me be even damper "Just like the little slut you are" he added, pushing one finger inside me. I moaned again, leaning my head back against his chest allowing him to hold me better "That's right, you're mine to toy with. Accept it, you enjoy it just as much as I do" his low voice said once again, lips brushing over my ear. I bit my lip and with half-lidded eyes looked at our reflection, seeing his smirk.
"No" I pushed him away again, stupidly disappointed when I managed to actually unhook his hand from my pussy. He looked at me, now getting obviously bothered.
"Oi" he said with a tone that made it clear how little patience he had and how I was threading on thin Ice "What the fuck's got to you all of a sudden?" he asked with spite and through gritted teeth "You better give me a valid answer" he threatened furiously with a frown. I swallowed, once again hugging myself, and looked to the floor.
"I am a whore," I said, my whole body heating up in embarrassment from my own words "But I'm a selfish whore..." I said, hoping that it'd be clear what bothered me while at the same time fearing his reaction from how stupid it actually was. Surprisingly, he just broke into a fit of laughter.
"Poor little thing," he said, his hand falling to the top of my head where he just rubbed my hair, looking at me with a tilted face and smile that showed his teeth. His eyes though weren't that soft and continued to have that sadistic glint "A bitch that gets jealous of other bitches..." he chuckled "You don't have to worry, I'll never leave you unsatisfied" he said with a low voice close to my ear. I swallowed closing my eyes and bit my lip when his lips went to my neck kissing and biting on it.
That little was needed to break my conviction. Some soft words from him that he probably didn't even mean. Some kisses on my neck while his hand went back to caress my wetness. Just him, and I was already at his mercy again. My hand went to his hair, threading my fingers in between his black and blonde locks. He bit harder on my skin before he suddenly abandoned any gentleness he had. His hand left my insides and with the two of them, he gripped at my naked legs with strength, pushing me even harder to the wall on my living room. He then turned me around and pushed me against the wall with his body, letting me feel his hard boner under his clothes. It was also then that I noticed I wasn't against a wall but against the window that directly led to the corridor of the whole building. He threw my shirt away and pushing my panties to the side he slammed completely in.
"Aahn~!" I moaned loudly at how unexpected his action was.
He pushed the curtains away, pushing my now completely naked body against the freezing glass of the window, and then his hand went to mine. He wrapped it tightly and place it over my head, starting to ram at me savagely while his other hand went to my clit to keep me in place and give me more pleasure.
"Wait, MHn! The curtain! Someone will see Ah~!" I tried to say but it was difficult with how his dick was pushing that special spot, and how his fingers were so deftly playing with my clit.
"Wasn't this what you wanted?" he grinned, pushing even harder. No! I wanted to be your only toy, not for everyone to see how you toy with me. I thought, but all I could muster were moans and yells of pleasure
He kept thrusting into me with a steady rhythm that if he kept would surely take me directly to heaven. But at the same time, I couldn't help but look outside, hoping that nobody arrived late to their apartment or suddenly left or else they would see us. But the thought was somewhat thrilling at the same time, just taking me to my orgasm even quicker.
"Ah~ Hanma!" I moaned for him, laying my whole face against the condensed window when my knot began to get undone. He groaned as well, taking both of his hands to my hips where he gripped to thrust harder and faster.
"Are you on the pill?" he asked me, somewhat strained. I nodded with a moan, cumming just from the thought of him cumming inside as well. And he did, letting me feel his dick twitching at the same time my walls were while his seed filled me up completely. He pulled out, his cum following from inside me.
"Where's your bedroom" he said with a tone more of an order than a question.
It took me a little to answer, mostly because I was still coming down from my orgasm, but I pointed at a half-closed door with my chin. Then, he suddenly pulled me up from my naked waist, throwing me over his shoulder and walking into my bedroom. He threw me onto my bed, making me bounce a few times. He got completely rid of his clothes while I looked at him with arched brows.
"I didn't come all the way here for just one fuck" he said with hunger laced in his voice, and immediately pulled me by my ankles, once again turning me around "Now on your fours" he commanded me, and although I didn't think I would easily cum again, just his voice commanding me like that, or his strength and actions, was enough to make me wanna try.
He separated my legs from one another and pushed my back and face against the mattress, making sure my ass would stay perked up for him. Then he slapped both of my ass cheeks, leaving his hand imprinted on them just like he had done with my actual cheeks earlier on. And then he pushed them apart, opening my entrance even more before he started licking.
I shivered slightly at his again unexpected touch, and at the way his tongue ran along my sensitive set of lips, proving me wrong and turning me on quicker than I thought I could. And as such, I found myself shuddering pretty soon, trying to scoop farther from his mouth in order not to cum so fast yet trying to push against him harder to have more of that pleasure. It was at this moment that Hanma decided to separate and again push his whole dick fully inside me without any hesitation or tenderness. He didn't even give me some time to adjust either and just started thrusting in and out quickly. But at this point, after already having orgasmed and being so aroused again, I honestly preferred it that way.
He used one hand to push my head hard against my mattress while he used the other one to push me back and against his hips at a synchronized rhythm that only made me arch my back more, trying for his dick to stretch me out even more. He was thrusting in such an animalistic rhythmn that the sound of our clapping skin was louder than my high-pitched moans, hell it was almost even louder than the way his hand striking against my already sensitive and reddened ass was.
Soon after, he moved both of his hands to my hips, right where my legs and hips blended, gripping at my flesh so strongly he'd leave me marks there as well. Just another mark to add to my body by Hanma's truly... It was another sign that let me know his orgasm was building up as well, especially because during these times he had fucked with me I had noticed he wasn't much vocal. In fact, he seemed to try not to let any sign out that would make his pleasure visible. If it wasn't for the fact that he always came, I would even wonder and feel wrong thinking that he wasn't even enjoying it.
He started pushing faster until his whole body pushed me so much he almost put me in a lying position completely. He pushed so hard in fact, that he had to move his hands to my shoulders in order to stand himself. He stood in that position for a few seconds, just as far deep inside me as he could, and I could feel his dick twitching against my cervix as my walls constricted around him, especially when his hands moved to my neck again only taking me closer to my orgasm.
He pulled out, this time slowly, and started thrusting slow. But only for a few seconds until he got tired of that gentleness. Then he slapped my ass again and pulled my butt up once more, finding a new way of thrusting to hit a different and more pleasurable spot.
"Mhn~" I moaned, closing my eyes in pleasure.
And right after I moaned he moved one hand to my head, turning it to the side and pulling my hair in a fist of his. I opened my eyes slightly, seeing him close to my back, observing my lascivious expression while he continued to sink his dick into me.
"Look at you..." he said with a repressed moan of his own in the end. A moan that sounded close to my ear again. He took my hair on his fist farther from my face, making me look at him with a low moan again "moaning like a bitch. That's right ah—You belong to me" he said, making me grind slightly against him with closed eyes and a louder moan "Say it" he commanded me with a thin tone of being upset. At first, I didn't really process his words, thinking he was just saying things that turned him on. But his hold on my hair tightened, making me open my eyes again and look at his frown "Say it" he now sounded really serious.
"I belong to you— Aaamhn~!" I moaned, breath getting caught up in my throat again when he pushed my body harder against the bed.
He leaned completely over my body and started thoroughly and entirely burying his dick in my slick hole, creating dents on the wall with each desperate thrust. His arms went to the side of my face, sneaking under mines while he kept me in place, unable to move, and started fucking me considerably slower compared to before, although still making sure to reach every nook of my insides. Then his hand went back to my head, just keeping me in that position so that he could look at my indecent expressions and hear me better. But his big hand against my face just turned me on even more.
We had fucked many times, all of them rough, and in all of them, I orgasmed and enjoyed it overall. More than enjoyed it in fact, as much as it embarrassed me at the beginning. But for some reason right now, maybe because we weren't uncomfortably fucking against a desk or a wall, or he just wasn't forcing me on my knees while forcing his way in my mouth. Now that we just were on a comfortable bed, his body sticking to mine with the lewd sounds of fluids and sweat, clapping, moans and banging in the background; maybe because his thrusts weren't as wild or rough even though they were far from being slow and gentle; maybe it was because his body was so close to mine and I was able to feel his breath hitting my skin while he held me in place, so much that I could feel his cold earring on my back, his lips against my ear. The fact that he could push in better, deeper... I don't know what it was, but the explosion of pleasure I felt when he made me climax was completely different from any time before. Even after he kept thrusting some more, moaning less silently when my pleasure was shown through the way my insides clenched around his dick. Sucking him in as if they didn't want his cock to leave. And so, he came soon after. But I didn't even care. I couldn't even care if I wanted. I just couldn't think of anything, just lay there enjoying the feeling.
It was a few minutes later that I was able to become conscious again. I turned around, slightly sliding under my cold sheets that felt amazingly great against my hot skin. It was then that I realized Hanma wasn't there, he was dressing up on a side of my bedroom about to leave. I propelled myself up sightly on my elbows to look at him better.
"Hanma," I called him with a stern frown "I was serious before," I said.
Yes, he had said that about never leaving me unsatisfied. As if he would always save some energy for me. But that wasn't what I wanted, and even though I ended up giving in to him, I hadn't forgotten. He sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Fuck off. What, you want me to date you now?" he spat disgusted as he sat on the edge of my bed to put on his pants.
"No," I answered honestly, making his frown even bigger and his tone change "I don't love you. But I don't like to be an option"
He turned his body slightly towards me, pushing me completely down by my forehead. He left his hand there, on the top of my head, and leaned down towering over me.
"Then be a good little thing and do as I say from now. Then I'll treat you like you want" was his only answer before he separated and completely left my apartment.
tw: degrading, no protection, spanking, fem!reader, masochist!reader, sadist!Hanma, abuse, violence, Stockholm Syndrome, free use
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It had haunted me for days. My mind refused to stop replaying that moment between Hanma and me at his office. And each time, my body buzzed with excitement, recalling exactly how his hands felt, so harsh against my skin. And how great it was the short pleasure he gave me. But with that feeling also came the shame.
Why did I like it? Why couldn't I stop thinking about it at least for a day? Just how messed up in the head was I? Not only it made me embarrassed, but it also made me hate and be angry with myself. Every time I imagined how Hanma and any other person who might know about what happened thought about me... I wanted it to embarrass me, but it mostly excited me, just making me hate myself even more.
Those thoughts tormented me for days until I started to accept them and carried on with my life. Or at least that's what I'd love to say because the truth was that it had lately been more difficult for me to focus on my studies with such dirty thoughts plaguing my mind. And that, added to how much less time I already had to study after I became the gang's doctor... It just gave me a headache to think about what would be the consequences of all of this be in my upcoming exams.
So one day, when I was at the headquarters, having no one to take care of but my books and notes, I decided to knock on Hanma's office door.
I had barely seen him since that happened, probably for the better. I only saw him going from one place to another while I took care of anyone needing assistance. But besides that, nothing else. However, surprisingly, I wasn't as nervous as I thought I would. Well, I was, but mainly because I feared his reaction to what I wanted to request of him.
He let me in and I closed the door behind me, getting his attention. I looked at him, my eyes flickering away for a second before laying on his figure again. He wore a white shirt, his neck undone and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was leaning against his desk while smoking, probably taking a break from whatever work he had to do for whatever position he had in the gang... He would have been sitting on the desk if it weren't because he was too tall, deeming the desk too low. He seemed to be actually a little stressed despite his nonchalant appearance. His eyes were set on me and he arched a brow at my silence, letting me know that it was better to talk or leave but definitely not stay there perturbing his moment of tranquility.
"I would like to come fewer days a week," I requested. He blinked once, holding the cigarette with one of his tattooed hands to his lips without any change of his expression "My exams are coming and I need to study" I explained further, hoping that it would seem reason enough for him.
He finally took the cigarette away from his lips, exhaling a big cloud of smoke while maintaining his golden half-lidded eyes on me.
"You see, my men seem to like having you around" he said, making me go rigid when I started to foresee his negative. Especially because I knew how much of a bothersome truth his words were as in fact, every day there were at least 7 people who came to me with stupid issues "So that would be a problem"
"If I get my title I might be more useful for you. I wouldn't be a student but an actual doctor. I need to pass my exams..." I added, trying to convince him. He once again took a puff of his smoke without taking his eyes off me nor doing any type of expression.
"If I let you have some days off, what do I win from that?" he said with a lower voice, or maybe it sounded like that to my impure mind. He blew out more smoke and continued to look at me
"What do you want?" I asked with a gulp, feeling my skin getting hotter but trying to sound confident and even a little oblivious. But again, he didn't say anything, just maintained his stare at me. A subtle knowing stare that completely told me what he wanted.
"I'm very busy today," he said nevertheless, putting out his cigarette and turning away, not interested in me anymore, which made my heart beat quickly with a bittersweet feeling "stay around, and I'll think about what I want for later. Now get out" he discarded me quickly. And as I was told, I left his office and returned to what had become my spot for studying and seeing the gang members that needed something.
After that, I couldn't stop thinking about what he would ask of me. I couldn't stop feeling slightly hot and bothered in expectancy, knowing pretty well what he would ask. What else would it be? So obviously, studying was deemed impossible once again. Luckily, I would have more days after I did whatever Hanma wanted me to do for him... But Hanma didn't seem like he would call me anytime soon. And hours passed, people left, and I still sat there, waiting for him to call me while preparing myself, my body and mind. Until finally, when there was barely anyone else from how late it was, one of the few members left there told me Hanma wanted to see me.
I got inside the office, Hanma closing the door behind me.
"Go to the desk," he ordered me, and I did so, already thinking that the same thing from last time would happen, and inevitably getting nervous in anticipation when he got behind me.
I bit my lower lip when I felt the warmth emanating from his body. But my eyes blinked in confusion when he threw a small bloc of prescriptions on top of the desk, right in front of me.
"I want you to fake these," he said, making me blink even more as I froze and blushed from just how stupid I must have looked like "You seem disappointed," he said, getting his body closer to me and almost whispering over my ear. My hair stood up and I blushed, even more "Were you hoping for something different?" he added, now his full body touching mine from behind, and I swore I could almost feel his typical grin against my skin.
His hand got to my hair, and he pulled it to one side without a trace of roughness. His delicacy made my whole skin tingle even more. And right when I felt a burning wave through my skin he made it bigger by biting on the spot in my neck he had cleared. I let a small whine when he pressed his teeth with the harshness he hadn't used to take my hair out of the way. And right after my small moan, he separated completely.
"Take your pants off" he said, backing away. I gulped, already feeling wet, and did what he said, getting them off "Your underwear too," he added with a slight change in his tone that denoted some annoyance but that for some reason, only made me get even wetter. And shily, I also did as he commanded me, feeling slightly cold with my lower part of the body naked and especially wet.
I heard him walk closer, but this time I didn't feel his body pressing against mine. Instead, I felt his big and rough hands on the sides of my thighs as he crouched behind me.
"Don't close your legs" he warned me with his mouth so close to my wet entrance that his breath against my wet and exposed core made me shiver. And then, right after, he buried his mouth and face in my ass, licking once entirely before focusing around my entrance and wet folds while using his big hands on my hips and ass cheeks to have better access.
"Mhn~" I tried to repress a moan, leaning against the desk when his tongue started circling and teasing me. Pushing the tip of his tongue ever so slightly inside me. His hands gripped on the flesh of my ass even harder, pushing his face deeper and sucking me even more "Ah!" I moaned clearly now, my hand going to my clit as I unconsciously closed my legs from the pleasure.
He separated and slapped my ass hard, making my skin burn and my body jump as I let go of a hiss.
"What did I say?" he sounded genuinely upset, and he slapped me again, even harder. Making me moan again as well as jump. However, I separated my legs, and in response he buried his face in me, sucking harder while pushing his tongue deeper with the help of his hands that pushed me against him by my hips and thighs.
My legs shook the more he sucked on me, and the deeper he pushed his tongue. I put my hand over my clit, wanting to rub it as well, but afraid that if I did so my legs would close again. But I didn't have to think more about it because instead, it was one of Hanma's hands that slid to my clit, his finger pressing and rubbing on it while his tongue continued to fuck me. And like I expected, I ended up closing my legs again, quivering from the building pleasure that was about to explode. Even my walls started to throb around Hanma's tongue. But like last time, he separated. And unlike last time, he slapped my ass so hard he pushed me even more against the desk.
Of course, I moaned again, at first from the pain his strike had caused, but it quickly turned into a moan of pleasure when the burning sensation on my ass heightened the building wave of pleasure that prickled from inside out along my whole body. However, before I could reach my climax Hanma's hand separated from my body. He stood up again and unbent me from the desk by pulling my hair, making me look at him from behind and upside down. Then, his other hand went to my shirt, more specifically to the neck that was slightly unbuttoned. And then, he tugged so hard he ripped half of the buttons off my shirt, exposing my body. He pulled my bra as well. And for a moment I was annoyed that he had broken my clothes. But once again he completely made me forget about it when his hand went to my exposed breast, cupping it and massaging it with little care. That, added to the way his eyes looked down on mines, and his thin lips curved into his usual sadistic smile; knowing that he had complete power over me... I couldn't help but close my eyes, leaning back on his body while giving into the pleasure of his hands.
He let go of my hair, but I continued to be in that position, leaning my head against this chest when he used his hand to go back to my clit. So with one, he began rubbing my clit again while, with the other, he pinched and twisted my nipples.
"You love this, don't you?" he said over my ear, making me shiver and thrust my own hips against his hand, making him chuckle. My breath got heavier, and I rubbed my head more against his chest, my hand going to his shirt, gripping it when his fingers slid down my clit to my entrance sliding inside completely and masturbating me again. I bit my lip and nodded "What a whore" he just said pinching my nipple before biting on the already purple area on my neck.
"Ngh-ah~!" I screamed in pleasure when his dick replaced his fingers, reaching deeper and more areas. Especially as he began to move. His rhythm was slower though, which only made my skin burn even more as I rubbed more against him "Hanma..." I called for him, still with closed eyes. But I opened them when his hand on my breasts went to my face, holding my head tight from my cheeks and forcing me to shut up. I looked up at him, and now his expression had darkened, not having any trace of a smirk. His hand went from my cheeks to my neck, pressing slightly before he pushed me to the desk, bending me over yet again.
I don't know if he got annoyed, or angry. Honestly, this man's mood swang faster than his hand whenever he slapped me. Not to talk about how difficult it seemed to understand him. But it made his thrusts more violent and quick, making me unable to contain my moans any longer. Not that there were many people left in the floor anyway... Or that they hadn't heard before... Hell, it might have been muffled by the sound of the desk scrubbing against the floor. Or by the things that fell to the floor from how merciless and careless he was being. And of course, also by the continuous smacks he left on my ass, making me squirm under him. Which again made him hit different great spots inside me that allowed him to stretch me in different ways.
I worried a little by my sensitive and poor ass cheeks, but any thought I could have was wiped-out when I felt his dick starting to untie the knot in my belly. I grabbed the wood of the desk how I could and came, wrapping his dick with my pulsing walls while the only thing I could feel and think of was the way his dick continued to stretch his way inside me. I even bit my lower lip, drawing blood from it, and even then my moans couldn't be muffled.
He suddenly pulled out, but I didn't notice due to having climaxed right at that moment. But I was forced to notice when he spoke.
"On your knees, now" he commanded me, pulling me up from my hair again and pushing me down. I did as I was told, turning around and opening my mouth for him while I looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, having a strange need of seeing his face when he came.
He wrapped his dick with his hand and started pumping himself while his other hand went to the top of my head. His brow scrunched in a frown, looking down on me, probably not wanting to make any face when he felt his orgasm near. Which only made me more determined to make him cum in pleasure, so I stuck out my tongue, licking his tip.
It was a small, short, and almost silent groan that he let go of. His frown got bigger and he closed his eyes for a second in which my whole face and chest were covered in his spurting seed. I smiled, feeling satisfied even if his reaction had been almost invisible. His fingers gripped my hair tighter and he pushed his dick against my face, not inside my mouth, getting it covered in his own cum that then he made me lick.
"Dirty, dirty, whore..." he muttered when I stuck my tongue out for him, his fingers slightly loosening on my hair when I started to willingly lick the drops of cum from his tip with red and heated cheeks.
tw: degrading, bjob, no protection, spanking, fem!reader, masochist!reader, sadist!Hanma, abuse, violence, Stockholm Syndrome
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It's weird how humans are able to easily get used to something. Scary even. Not even a few weeks had gone by since I became this sort of doctor for Hanma's gang. Hell, I didn't know if it was even his gang, or if he was just some type of captain. Not that I cared anyway, and in all honesty, I tried my hardest not to think about it. Tried not to think about Hanma. Because every time I did, my body heated up recalling the dream I had, which obviously annoyed me. But back to the topic...
I had had this 'position' in the gang for no longer than 14 days and I was already used to it. I would get picked up or just dropped by whenever they told me to, patch someone up or answer idle consultations, and normally I would just leave and go back to either my apartment or back to the library of my uni to keep studying. Sometimes though, it wasn't efficient. I ended up losing a lot of time going from one place to another, so I had lately been trying out to stay there to study. And although it obviously didn't look like the best place, it somehow wasn't the worst either. Surprisingly, nobody bothered me any more than to ask me things about their health, except a few of them that were friendly to me. Although to be fair, the ones that still looked at me with distrustful and creepy looks didn't interact with me so...
In short, nobody really cared if I stayed or not, and in the end, it would just mean they got to use me more. Of course, Hanma didn't give a shit either. He didn't pay attention to me at all, and I preferred it that way for all obvious reasons. But even then, no matter how hard I tried to avoid him, I still couldn't help but feel ashamed and hot whenever I knew he was around.
And this time was no different. I was minding my business, my whole attention on my pharmacology book when my focus was broken by a name that some of the members around me pronounced.
"Hanma!" they all greeted the tall man who didn't pay any attention to any of them.
And it was involuntary, despite how hard I didn't want to notice him, my head still turned to him. But the forming blush in my cheeks completely died out when I noticed his swollen hand that dripped blood as he walked. In fact, his body had many bloodstains that immediately made me grab my things to patch him like I was supposed to do. But then I realized the blood wasn't his—it must have been from a poor soul that happened to cross his path. Probably not that poor, and probably they were part of another gang. He then got into his office, not even calling me to look at his probably cracked knuckles.
It could have been a good thing, just what I wanted. I was given the option to continue with my studying as if nothing happened and forget about him. And I tried, but I obviously couldn't. I had only one job here, which would be my future job anyway. If as a future doctor I decided to ignore someone's wounds, no matter how small, and even if it was from a jerk who literally forced me to do this, like Hanma, I wouldn't be able to be proud of my future title.
So with a sigh, I grabbed some of the medical tools and knocked onto his office. I breathed in once and prepared myself to only think of his hurt fist before he let me in.
"What do you want," he asked me tonelessly. As an answer, I just pointed at his bruised and bloody 'punishment' hand. He rolled his eyes and slightly clicked his tongue with scorn "I don't need it. I've had it worse" he dismissed me.
"But you didn't have me before. So let me do my job" I said before he could throw me out, trying to convince him.
"Jesus fuck, you're so annoying" he complained with a groan as he pushed himself away from his desk.
He continued to sit down, manspreading on his chair, but left me room between him and the desk for me to take a look at his hand. 'Think about puppies, think about puppies. Puppies are cute. Kittens are adorable' I repeated on my mind to get away from any memory of my dream as I walked in front of him.
I held his hand and carefully cleaned any dry blood he had so that I could make a better inspection. He had some small cuts here and there, but nothing really important. It was his knuckles that concerned me because as I expected, they seemed to be cracked. After his hand was clean I applied some anti-swelling ointment. It was only then, when I had his hand in mines, delicately applying the cream through his tattoo and long fingers, that I noticed just how big it was. Even bigger than in my dream...
And there it went, my attempt at trying to forget that damn dream. I felt my cheeks heat up again and my heartbeat sped up, unable to forget how his hand could easily gasp my breast, how rough it felt around my neck.
Actually, I didn't even need to imagine or recall dream, he had choked me in real life before. He had given me a good beating and slapped me, which was all the more reason why I shouldn't think like this, why I shouldn't have any dreams like that one. It was as if my mind told me to run away from him, but my body told me otherwise. Meanwhile, he just stared at me while drinking from a bottle of beer he had. Which only did but make me more nervous.
Just when I was about to wrap some bandages around his hand he got rid of my hands by getting his closer to me, wrapping it again around my throat—as if he had been reading my mind—, forcing me to look at him like I had been trying to avoid since I came in the office. My hair stood when my eyes finally fell on his gold ones, now so close to mines, while I remembered all the times he hurt me. But somehow, the feeling became somewhat pleasant, thrilling even when his hand tightened around my throat ever so slightly.
Then, he pulled me even closer to him, making me swallow as I got to smell the mix of tobacco and alcohol in his warm breath. And in a second I could feel my whole body heating up when I noticed his eyes flickering to my lips and chest. His expression continued to be almost blank as his hand slid down, pressing against the middle of my chest, and then he pushed me away.
"That's enough," he muttered. I swallowed, still feeling the warmth of his hand against my chest despite it not being there anymore "You can leave now" he added, sitting back again, and for some reason I felt disappointed as I continued to process what just happened "Or you can stay..." he added after a long pause, noticing I just stood there. I looked at him, seeing him staring intently at me, and it was at that moment, as I saw him drinking with his eyes fixed on me, that I realized it was too late for me and I had started to sink deep.
I didn't say anything and just walked to the door. I stood there for a few seconds as I had a fight between my head and my body, but deep down I had already chosen. So, shily, I closed the door, staying in the office.
"Come here," he commanded me after I did that. Just two words from him were enough to make my legs tremble. I turned around to see him, feeling even worse after seeing his slightly cocky grin. I walked towards him again, almost shaking from how nervous —and much to my dismay, excited— I was.
"Turn around" he said once I was back in front of his still manspreading figure. He drank again from his beer, his eyes never leaving my figure as I did what he told me to.
I could feel my breath caught up in my throat, and I was so tense yet flustered that I couldn't help but jump slightly in anticipation when the bottle of beer Hanma was drinking was put over the table right next to me. It had been a simple move from him, but enough to let me feel his larger body, now having stood up and towering behind me. I leaned my hands over the desk with the subtle jump, my heart rate increasing again. Especially when his hand left the bottle and laid on the table right next to mine, making my body be trapped between the desk and his body that emanated just the right amount of warmth behind me, almost drawing my body closer like a magnet. Even more when I finally felt the entirety of his large body, pressing against me.
I let go of a small and silent gasp when I felt his hardening bulge against my ass. Immediately getting all worked up as I remembered my dream yet again, but this time, it was reality. Of course, that would be the most silent of the moans I'd let go, as he instantly pushed my body from my back to the desk with strength, making my chest and almost face bang against it. And of course, the move provoked a slightly louder gasp from me, be it from the pain of the sudden and rough movement, or from the pleasure that his hard boner gave me when pressing better against my now perked up ass.
He kept me still over the desk, bent over for him, and with his other hand he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down my underwear just enough so that he could easily access me. Then, he pushed my legs away from each other, opening them by kicking them derogatorily with his own feet as he unbuckled his own pants to poke his hard dick in between my ass without actually sliding in. I squirmed under him with a small moan from the touch, which made him press my head harder and almost painfully against the hard desk. And while he kept the tip of his dick between my legs, getting warmed and massaged by my throbbing and wet entrance, he slid his good hand, his 'sin' one, in between my legs. He began rubbing my clit, making me writhe under him and bring my legs together.
"Ah!" I complained when he brutally slapped my ass.
He then pushed my legs apart again more aggressively, and then went back to rub my clit while his tip kept on poking my insides, just a little bit to leave me wanting for more. Again, I wriggled under him, only making his dick get deeper and deeper as I tried to hump his hand with difficulty due to being restrained with such force.
"Ngh~" I moaned, this time from pleasure although trying to keep it low as I knew there were many gang members at the other side of the door.
But Hanma didn't seem to care for it, nor did he seem to like the fact that I was trying to be discreet. So he stopped toying with me and just thrust as rough as he was holding me, and as deep as he could.
"Ahhngh~!" I couldn't help but moan louder, biting my lip right after, still stubborn not to make much noise.
His hand on my head stopped pushing me down and instead fiercely grabbed a hold of my hair, using it to pull my hair up as he continued to pound on me. And now, without any table to muffle my moans, I just knew I wouldn't be able to keep myself quiet. Not when Hanma seemed to want the contrary.
Pulling my hair roughly he used his other one to keep on rubbing my clit while he began pounding so hard my feet stopped touching the floor. And at this point, I wasn't even thinking about if I was moaning or not, especially when he began hitting a specific point with such speed and strength that even the desk stopped feeling cold.
By then the only thing I could muster was meaningless groans of pleasure, getting louder by the passing second—the only thing I could do in response to the itching sensation spreading through my body.
"Scream like the whore you are, playing all innocent while wanting this so badly" he said, slapping my red ass again. But the stinging sensation only made me more aroused, just like the previously painful tug of my hair only did but now added to the wave of pleasure that began to build in me.
When my pussy started to throb around his dick he realized I was about to cum so he unhooked his hand from my clit and used it to push me more against the desk so that he could push and press deeper, harder, and rougher. Until finally, my legs trembled and I orgasmed around his dick, my moans dying out but still present.
But of course, he didn't let me ride my orgasm. He didn't care that I had come, because he still hadn't. So he pulled me up from the hair, making me moan some more as I still was slightly light-headed and overstimulated from the pleasure.
Then, once he had pulled me up, he pushed me down to the floor, to my knees, and before I could complain or say anything he pushed his dick into my mouth. Making my eyes widen at the sudden and unexpected movement, especially because he wasn't careful at all and didn't care if he choke me while he pushed it all the way to the back of my throat, making me choke as I clang to his legs.
He let go of an almost silent groan, staying still and pushing my head against his dick even though I was trying to push away to gasp for air. And finally, he slid it out only leaving his tip. I started coughing and breathing, but again he pushed it deep. And again, I tried to push away to gasp for air. It wasn't that I didn't like the feeling of his dick deep im my mouth and throat, or looking up at him and seeing him with his stern brow, lecherous and wicked eyes—with an arrogant smirk as he fucked my face. It just was that I was literally choking, well no, he was literally choking me with his dick.
Because he realized I was trying to fight he pushed me backwards, my head hitting the desk so that I was physically unable to back away, and then, he clenched my hair, continuing to make me suck on him and push in me. And although I didn't have any other choice but to adapt and get used to it, I still gagged and coughed desperately sometimes, not being able to avert my eyes from his face.
And suddenly, a warm liquid flooded my throat, and as he continued to fuck my mouth I could do nothing but swallow it. Even after he stopped thrusting, he kept his dick deep into my mouth, making sure I didn't waste a single drop.
"Swallow it all like the dirty slut you are," he said, keeping my head with a strong hold of my hair, so close to his crotch that my nose was touching his abdomen. I finally swallowed, coughing some more, and he finally pulled his dick out of my mouth.
"Open your mouth" he ordered me, and I did so, coughing a little as I looked up at him, still on my knees and clutching at his legs for support. He looked down at me and moved his hand from my hair to my chin to make sure I remained looking up at him, and then stuck his long fingers, still stained from my own cum from earlier inside my mouth. His smile transformed into a clear smug grin when he saw I indeed had swallowed it all "Good" he just said, pushing my head away with disdain and walking back to his chair while he buttoned his pants again "Now leave, I'm busy" he said, his smile completely gone in a second.
I stayed there on my knees for a minute, still regaining my breath as I looked at him, feeling used. I stood up, a little wobbly, but dressed up quickly, got my things even faster, and left just as quick. Ashamed by what just happened, by the looks some of the gang members gave me, but especially by the fact that I had liked it. I hated it, I hated myself. I should hate him too, he treated me like shit, but my body couldn't hate him. The way he just discarded me so quickly after he came as if he just left me in the middle of it even though I had already got to orgasm. As if he knew he was leaving me wanting for more.
tw: blowjob, fem!reader, masochist!reader, sadist!Hanma, abuse, violence, Stockholm Syndrome,
wc1,6k
It was very hot. I was very hot. Yet deep down I felt as if I shouldn't be, the restraints in my wrists reminding me of this. Making me bound to the bed. How did I get here? Naked and tied up to my bed, with Hanma on top of me? I'm not quite sure how. Why he was in my apartment, with me in bed, and why I was enjoying this...
I let go of a moan when his tongue circled my nipple without actually touching it, his big hands on my ribs warming my skin in contrast with the cold air of the room. I looked at him with some difficulty due to my restraints, only to find his gold eyes looking at me with a predatory look before he finally sucked on my bud. I leaned back my head when he continued to suck, sometimes pressing with his teeth gently, and sometimes not so gently.
Why was he doing this? Why was he so hot?
He separated and moved his big hands up to my breasts, squeezing and massaging them while he changed to my other boob. With his tongue out he began to graze my nipple, his eyes never leaving my face full of bliss while his earring continued to make me flinch each time the cold metal grazed my skin.
"Ah~" I moaned, slightly squirming under him when the tip of his tongue became faster. His hands held me still with bigger pressure and instead, he began sucking again.
But again, when I began to squirm under him, he separated, this time completely. I looked at him on top of me, kneeling between my spread and restrained legs and shirtless, and now that I had no wound to focus on I allowed myself to admire his lean and toned body.
If only I wasn't restrained...
He looked at me with his usual smirk, seeing I wanted more, and started to undo his pants letting me see his bulge under his underwear. He stroked himself over the cloth, moving one leg in between mines as he pushed his knee against my wet womanhood. I gasped, rubbing against him and feeling my nipples get harder due to the air hitting them more because of Hanma's saliva. He then leaned slightly down, putting one of his hands rashly on my cheek, pushing me against the bed more. He looked at me from up close, his breath hitting me and only making me hornier. I moved under him, which caused more friction between his still leg and my core. And when I let go of an almost silent moan he slid his thumb inside my mouth making me suck on it while he started to bite on my neck.
But again, when I was starting to get more and more aroused, he separated. And this time he pulled his dick out of his boxers. I squirmed some more when I saw it, my whole body reacting to it with full ecstasy. He moved his legs to both sides of my body, getting closer and closer to my face. He held his dick and put it just a few millimeters away from my mouth that opened by itself. But he didn't move, instead, his 'punishment' hand went to my forehead and head, doing a caress that turned into a rough grip of my hair.
"You're such a whore," he said with a grin upon seeing me open my mouth for him.
His words only made my whole body tingle, more willing to do anything to have him pleasure me. So I stuck out my tongue, finally reaching his tip and licking it. But still, all he did was push my face even more against the bed so I couldn't reach it. He got his dick closer to me but then got it away, toying with me and making me more and more desperate until he finally laid it over my tongue making me feel its softness and just want to suck him more. Especially when I looked up at him, looking back at me with dominance and a smirk.
He moved his hand to my hair again and kept me in that position so that I remained looking at him while he finally pushed his dick against the back of my throat. He pushed deep once, slowly, and pulled out just as slowly, a thick string of saliva connecting my lips with his dick. He then moved his hand to my jaw to make me look at him again as I had stopped doing so to look at his length. And when I did, his hand went to my throat, pressing slightly while he leaned down to kiss me, his wet dick touching my boobs.
"Don't take your eyes off me," he ordered me seriously after running his tongue over my lips.
And without any further warning, he pushed his dick deep into my throat again, almost choking me while he thrust in and out. But again, he separated. His hand wrapped easily against my throat, pushing my head backward and making me look at him. It was then when I realized my eyes had drifted from him, and when the harsh slap came. Both of his hands went to the sides of my head, making me still as the slap had been so strong it had turned my head to the side.
"What did I say," he said, annoyed and lowering himself near my face while his hands gripped my throat with strength "Say it" he said louder.
"I'll only look at you" I spoke with a thin voice due to his choking grip on my throat, but also because of how much aroused I was from having him like that on me, with his dick twitching in between my breasts and all covered in my saliva.
His frown relaxed and turned into that proud smirk of his. With one of his thumbs, he opened my mouth and slowly spit in it, making me swallow it when he thrust his dick deeply again.
"Good girl," he said, pushing deep while his hand went to grab a fist of my hair again.
After that, Hanma fucked my mouth harshly, pushing my throat where he was thrusting with his hand, and then, he suddenly stopped, making me be the one to suck on him, bobbing my head. Which due to being restrained to the bed wasn't an easy task, and he seemed to enjoy that.
Sometimes he would help me by pushing me by my hair, and others he would massage my breasts and nipples again, making me suck on him with small moans as I felt myself getting wetter and wetter. And at some point, when I guess he just had enough of my sloppy and restricted blowjob he just started fucking my face nonstop.
I was choking, but the way he held my face, so I'd keep looking at him and taking him fully... the way his eyes looked at me while he enjoyed it, the view, and the way I sucked and choked on him... it made me even more aroused. His dick twitched in my mouth and something salty spread inside. But only for a few seconds as he pulled out and I immediately had to close my eyes, feeling his cum spurting into my face. But I had undeniably liked it, so I put my tongue out again, continuing to lick it as he continued to cum on my face and chest. And the more I was covered in Hanma's cum the more I moaned in pleasure, especially having my hands tied and not able to move for myself. I didn't even realize I had been rubbing my legs for a while, but Hanma did.
He quickly untied my hands from the bed only to keep them bound together, and in a swift and rough movement, he turned me around. He snaked one hand under me, pushing my butt up and then he positioned himself behind me. With one arm he propelled himself up, and the other he kept under me, wrapping my significantly smaller body with his. I felt his warm abs against my bare skin, and his wet and hard cock against my butt. But it was his hand, sliding up and down my damp folds and clit that made me moan. He pushed my body more against his, starting to rub my clit while I felt his breath against my nape almost over my ear.
"AH~ Hanma!" I moaned when his long fingers slid inside me, thrusting deep and in a come-here motion, hitting my g-spot while the palm of his hand kept rubbing my clit.
"(Y/n)..." he moaned my name with that deep voice of his over my ear as I felt his dick twitching against my ass. I pushed my head against his arm that was around me for support because of the pleasure that began to erupt from my lower belly. He pushed our bodies closer and closer from his hand that was fucking me and rubbing on my clit, faster and faster.
All I could do was moan and rub my face in pleasure against his 'punishment' hand the more he sped up. I started trembling when I felt the knot at my belly start to come undone. And in a very quick movement, his fingers left my insides, and instead, it was his even longer dick that pushed deep into me.
"AH~" I gasped loudly, suddenly waking up from the dream.
I blinked a couple of times, looking around my empty bedroom with ragged breathing. There was nobody there, nobody but me.
My hands weren't tied to anything. Although my sheets and underwear were just as wet as they were in the dream.
'Fuck...' I complained disappointed that the dream had to stop that soon. But then I froze, frightened and appalled by the dream in itself.
