And when everyone thought they had everything controlled, through the strings of their marionette, they found themselves strangled - all by the woman they sometime vowed to love.
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highest rank obtained:
━ #1 in hanma.
━ #1 in rindo...
━━ warning. this chapter contains bondage, minor violence, dirty talk, light blowjob, handjob, sadism, dominance, endytophilia, queening / face riding, hoplophilia (gun kink), masochism, dominance, consensual filming.
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HANMA IS A SHALLOW BEING, that's the idea that you grasped ever since your world collided with him. If someone were to question you about the one thing that you like to do to Hanma, you'll retort again with "it's pissing the hombre off". Because you knew yourself that the man's patience is surely thinner than the ice breaking under the sun's gleam.
It's fun to see him getting all riled up over nothing. That's what you always would say inside your mind that you also would've almost cackled in your own thoughts if Hanma's not choking you using his hand with an ink tint of punishment.
"Suck my dick." You chuckled beneath how he asphyxiated your airway. Partening your lips, your hand flew to hold on his wrist when his fingers dipping deep in each side of your neck tauten more. It was as if he was both planning to assassinate and pleasure you.
"Brat." Hanma grunted before letting go of your neck as he discarded his belt over together with his pants and underwear, making you scoff when his erected dick spring right at your cerise lips. The essence of his concupiscence brushed over your mouth whilst you're looking up to how he just peered down at you.
The man wasn't the least bit pleased by your nonchalant reaction, of course. Being roasted and denied is the last thing that he wants to receive after all, unless it's on the bed and with you. He may not look like it but Hanma is surely a man who likes dominance in bed to be carved right through his veins and mind. He's someone who embraces that kind of figure and was he riled up by that fact? Yes, he is.
Clicking his tongue in dismay, his chest heaved when he let out a prickly sigh as his calloused palm grabbed a hold of her chin roughly, forcing your e/c eyes to look at him still whilst he directed you to his cock.
Grabbing the gun resting by the side on your waist, he then went on to point its frigid cold barrel on your forehead, clicking the safety off afterwards all whilst peering down at how you glanced forth to the firearm then back at the luminance of his tangerine eyes.
"Suck me." Hanma commanded, pressing in the gun on the skin of your forehead with no mercy in between his roughness. Wanting to disregard him as a tease, you leaned back to your chair yet soon halted in place when he tautly gripped both sides of your cheeks, forcing your mouth to open widely even though he saw how you winced on the sudden affliction of his hold.
"If you don't want to, you could've stopped teasing me. I need you-."
"Consent, was it? I was waiting so please do fuck my mouth, Mister Shuji." You cut his words off, even his sanity even though you swore to the unknown entities that he'll regret this at once.
Glaring at him, you stared at his cock before sticking your tongue out to lick off its fervent base, slowly tracing it from the slit down to the gutter until his hands flew to grip a fistful amount of your hair, pulling your head closer whilst feeling how his abdomen repeatedly bumped on the crest of your nose. It was already hard to swallow the bump on your throat and the way Hanma held your head also made you throw a keen glower up at him.
