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...
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FUCKING YOU WITH THOSE BALLPENS is just too unrealistic to begin with. He might have said it to threaten you or put out your bearings but the silence of Hanma made your heart pound loudly inside your chest, eyebrows furrowing as you lifted up your own head to see what is he doing, only to see him twirling a pen amidst his fingers whilst constantly showcasing a rather impish smirk towards your direction. The latter was visibly pleased and it's edging you more to think that he's going to use the pen he's playing to fuck or even make your suffer.
Knowing that Hanma does the most impossible and kinky things, you never did anticipate him to be this full of concupiscence and thrills, up to the point that he's planning to castrate your pussy with a freaking pen. A pen!
"Don't ever do—!"
"Says who?" Hanma's vermillion lips curved, raising his hands to land just a right amount of affliction on your left thigh, spanking it with his calloused hands whilst leaving his hand's trails on your skin. Letting out a choked whine upon feeling both tingles and throe, your back arched from the wood's frame, the nostalgia of such sense traveled in your veins here and there.
"Me, you motherfucker! This is not the right time to—shit!" Your head threw back in surprise, stomach clenching when you felt how Hanma placed the cold ballpen's tip on your slit before drawing small circles around it, pleasing and afflicting you whilst his other hand moved to thrust two of his svelte fingers inside your hole, pumping it back and forth together with how he played with his sensuous clit. Oddly, it made the lad amidst your legs thirst for more when he witnessed how his fingers slided so easily inside you while you're lying there struggling away from his touch.
"Your body's an art with me as your artist, ain't it?" He asked before licking his lips dry whilst making sure that he's stimulating your clit perfectly. Humming lowly, he leaned over to see your ravishing visage while repeatedly twirling the ballpen's tip on your clit, his fingers drafted non-stop on the depths of your cervix, making your hips buckled up from the table, toes curling in the abominable pleasure, eyes throwing at the back of your head whilst the numbness of your tied arms in your back made you lose all wits. And that reaction of yours surely made the hombre's arousal heighten furthermore, cock straining at midair in emptiness.
With a low chuckle, his tongue glided fleetly in his canine teeth whilst he withdraw the ballpen away from your clit, edging you from the burn who soon went back inside you when he probed a fuzzy pace in fingering you, the veins in his palms became evident from how fast he thrusted his fingers in and out of your sloppy pussy.
Moans poured out of your mouth, feeling how his fingers hit something delicate inside you again and again, like an expert bound to fuck her into oblivion without the slightest bit of remorse. The wet sounds of how he finger-fucked you bossomed towards the room's vertexes whilst you're squirming away from his hands, away from your usual spot upon feeling a knot built up inside your stomach.
