tokyo revengers ships (my au)

"baby, I'm better" (hankisa)

owwieee I hate writing smut in trips I can't fwop fwop here while writing:(
anyway, hankisa let's goo :3
university au :3 uhhh more over, like (IN MY PERCEPTIVE) the time when around kisaki asked hina out ;3
requested by LilithStarHorn !!
SMUTTT!!<33 (please send help my teacher is complimenting me for 'studying' rn💀💀)
a bit angsty or like a few ooc (out of character) scenarios-
chaos nd goofiness !!
green flag hanma??? maybe...
btw obv no takehina:3 keep crying !!
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"..be mine?" kisaki held out the ring box, smiling. hell, he was so happy he finally got to express his feelings for hinata..

but he was soon proved to be wrong and his feelings were crushed in a second.

...

"ah. kisaki.. your nice and all, but you deserve someone better." hinata spoke, sighing as her grip slightly loosened on the umbrella she was holding. "also, I have a girlfriend already if you didn't knew.." she added with an awkward chuckle.

oh.

wrong?

he was so wrong.

so. fucking. wrong.

eventually, hinata left with her apologies, whereas kisaki dropped by his knees in the snow, feeling empty as ever.

fuckin' hell.

kisaki sighed to himself, almost at the verge of to break anything. anythin--

"the fuck you doing out this cold?" kisaki flinched at the familiar voice, turning to look over.

"..hanma." he murmured, looking up to him before he looked down again to the plain snow. "oi, answer me. you'll catch a cold" hanma sighed, crouching down to lend a hand.

"it's nothing. " he threw the ring box away, gently taking the older's hand.

hanma watched kisaki throw the box, but hell- he knew better than to directly ask what's up. it's not every day you see kisaki actually upset, although you be seein' him scowl half the time.

"han- EEEK!!!" hanma hoisted kisaki up, adjusting the younger's stomach upon his back, his hand gently wrapped against his waist. "L-LET ME DOWN!!!?" he yelled, squirming. "shh. we are going to my house and your telling me everything" hanma flashed a gentle smile, his hand smacking the younger's butt (chill out this norm between homies:3). "f-fuck you" kisaki mumbled, his hands covering his face.

"bet, try me" hanma chuckled, carrying the nerd on his shoulder as he walked over to his house which wasn't far away. "I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT, PERVERT!!"

momentarily after, hanma finally reached his house, unlocking the door with the keys, he finally stepped in, making his way to the living room where he just tossed kisaki on the couch.

"eerrrk.. asshole" he mumbled, rubbing his head whereas hanma laughed, sitting beside kisaki. "tell me,"

hanma smiled, tilting his head mockingly. "what got you crying back there?"

kisaki opened his mouth to protest, but looking at hanma's knowingly look, he just sighed to himself in defeat.

"..I kinda got rejected by someone I liked" he played with his own hands, looking down in embarrassment. "that tachibana girl." he added.

hanma barked out a loud laugh, "TACHIBANA? that hinata? don't you know she's dating hanagaki?" (no she's not.. I'll find u hanma) he blinked. "hanagaki? tough shit, she said she's dating a girl" ..earning another laugh from hanma. "THAT SUCKS MORE THAN PLAIN REJECTIONNNNN----"

"..hrmph" kisaki crossed his arms, turning his head away. hanma finally stopped, looking over to kisaki. "come on now, you mad?" he smiled, his hands wrapping around the nerd's waist to pull him closer. "come on, you know you can do better than her" he adjusted his chin on kisaki's shoulder, breathing against his neck.

"hkk.. don't do that, it tickles.." kisaki mumbled, looking away. "and if I do? you'll push me away?" hanma chuckled, his hand caressing kisaki's thigh.

"h-hanma.." kisaki gasped, embarrassed. "let go off me, pervert.." "make me" hanma spoke right after, his tone challenging. hell, he knew his nerd won't push him away like that.

"..shut it" kisaki turned his head away, flustered. hanma sighed, gently putting his hand under kisaki's chin to make him face him again.

hanma let put a breathy giggle, leaning closer. "can i..?" he trailed off, his eyes glancing over to kisaki's lips before they fixated on his eyes.

"u-um.." kisaki flinched, looking over to hanma. "i.. guess?" he spoke.

hanma gently leaned closer, closing the gap between them as he kissed kisaki, his hand trailing over to the hem of kisaki's shirt, clutching on it.

"hm.." kisaki sighed against the older's lips, gently kissing him back (bro..).

hanma slowly pulled away, rubbing his thumb against kisaki's kiss-swollen lips. "..fuck it" hanma stood up, lifting kisaki in his arm, who just started cursing him out in surprise, hands and legs locking behind the older.

"kisaki.." hanma murmured, trailing his mouth from the nerd's jaw to neck-- leaving ghost kisses in its wake as he made his way to the bedroom. "..'sakii~" he continued, nibbling on kisaki's neck.

"what is it.." kisaki spoke, fixing his glasses as hanma put him on his bed, towering over his small frame.

"wanna go all way out?"

....

...

..

.

"a-ah! s-slow down... too fast~!!" kisaki shuddered, clenching around hanma, his arms covering his flustered face.

"slow down?" hanma spoke mockingly. "when I'm getting all I've wanted after a long time? think again," hanma pounded within the younger mercilessly, earning more loud whines and moans as he anxiously squirmed about.

"st-- HNNGH!~" his legs trembled, slowly locking behind the older's back who thrusted deep into him, not willing to be merciful this once, even.

"h-haa.. 'saki," hanma grunted, leaning down to pepper kisaki's face with kisses as he ruthlessly fucked him deeper-- his pace quickening.

his hands gently palmed over kisaki's nipple, earning a sharp gasp.

"tell me.. does hina throbs for you like I do?" he murmured, his thrusts slowing down yet still deep as fuck. "does she makes you squirm like I do?" his hand slowly jerked kisaki off.

"..does she makes you a crying mess like I do?" he smirked, his d1ck rubbing against kisaki's prostate teasingly. "s-hanma.. h.. can't--" "does she fucks you dumb like I do?" he chuckled mockingly, whereas kisaki moaned-- his words hard to interpret.

"baby.." he rolled his hips, thrusting deeper into kisaki; who flinched, head leaning back from pleasure.

"ah~ ha- h.. mm!! g-gonna.." his toes lowkey curled, as he clenched around the older roughly.

"admit. it." he spoke with each punishing-thrust, rubbing against his nerd's prostate, turning him into an incoherent mess.

"hnngh~!! h-hanmaa~" kisaki moaned, grinding against hanma.

he finally came with one lewd whimper, clenching around hanma-- causing him to groan as he eventually came in kisaki, pulling out slowly for a little of his semen to drop out.

they both panted heavily as hanma slicked back his damp hair, sweaty as he leaned over to kiss kisaki's forehead.

"I am better"

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I'm so eepy nd horny send help:( so many ppl around me and they b annoying asf. aaahhu