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♡ when it pours — hanemiya kazutora

prompt: running in the rain

words: 983

a/n: fun little drabble ++ no warnings, pure fluff :)

You tug the thin textile of Kazutora’s jacket as soft, crystalline droplets of rain hit the bridge of your nose now angled parallel to the greying sky. “It’s gonna start raining soon..” Blinking away the droplets, your grip tightens at the realization that neither of you were safe from the approaching rain shower—not even Kazutora’s staple valhalla jacket could save him as it had no hood to it.

He studied your worried gaze, nose still pointed high in the sky as you gazed upwards with an almost defeated expression. Everything from furrowed brows and downturned lips made him tilt his head, slight amusement gracing his features. Letting out a huff, he slings an arm around your shoulders which shifts your gaze to what you could make out of his concealed expression, his floppy hair covering most of his face and tickling your jaw slightly.

“We’ll be fine,” he drawls out, a grin adorning his features as he faces you. “The weather is supposed to be sunny today, maybe it’s just a quick drizzle.” You sigh at his halfhearted attempt at reassurance, watching as he pulls out his phone to double check—though, his eyes widen at the now alarming rate of rain that falls on both his phone and figure, shoving his phone back in disbelief.

“What the—it lied!” You click your tongue at his childish words. Despite that, you let a small smile grace your lips at that small swell of innocence he still had in him. It was a little endearing if you had to admit, but now wasn’t the time to gush over your boyfriend’s antics; you two currently had no way to shield yourselves from the unexpected onslaught of rain.

As if it were boyfriend instinct, Kazutora is soon rushing over to shrug off his jacket and place it over your head, effectively sheltering you as best as he can from the ‘mean rain’ as he would mumble on about. He then takes your hand in his and starts leading you both back to your shared apartment, basking in the small warmth that he feels both in his hand and heart before he snaps his head back in horror at the sound of your shrill shrieking.

“What are you doing?!” You eye him incredulously.

He stares back, equally bewildered and panicking slightly. “Don’t boyfriends do these types of things?!“ He shouts over the rain, searching your eyes for any hint of seriousness behind your words. Surely he didn’t do anything wrong right? “They do this stuff.. right?”

His yelling falters a bit at the end of his sentence, hand loosening in your grasp. Widening your eyes at his sudden splay of insecurity, you quickly have to remind yourself that Kazutora still had a hard time clearing the blur between brash seriousness and genuine concern. Realizing your mistake, your grip tightens on both his hand and jacket as you’re now side by side with him, hands still interlocked in a form of reassurance.

“What about you, Tora? Look at you—you’re soaking wet!” Making sure to tone down the yelling, worry overtakes your features as you scold him akin to a worried mother.

At your remark, Kazutora finally seems to feel the rainwater that has seeped through his clothes, the drenched fabric now sticking irritably to his skin. His dual-toned locks are now damp and weighted as he pushes them back with a rushed hand.

There was no doubt he was going to get sick, for sure, but that didn’t really matter to him. Though, he didn’t want to worry you any further either. Thinking fast, you watch as an idea washes over him, soon crouching down and motioning you to get on his back.

“What are you-“

“My jacket can cover the two of us! Trust me-“

Oh, this was definitely a stupid idea; you would’ve given him an earful if you weren’t so amused by the awkward position he was in. His head turning back to face you with a giddy grin didn’t help much either—only egging you on even further to entertain his little idea.

Huffing a sigh of defeat, you tug his jacket closer to your figure, silently thanking the somewhat waterproof nylon material it was made with. You were fearing better than kazutora was in terms of getting soaked, and you didn’t want to stay out in this weather just as much as he did, so what was the point in arguing?

Rushing over to launch yourself onto his back, you shiver slightly at the cold touch of his wet clothes on your much dryer figure. You really did need to thank him for that jacket.

After getting as comfortable as you could, a yelp leaves your mouth at Kazutora’s sudden running. You observe him in daze as he lets an adrenaline filled laugh leave his lips, noticing the genuine joy on his face. His cheeks are visibly flushed despite his drenched state, and you soon feel a blush of your own creep up your face.

The jacket was utterly useless in covering you two, ultimately debunking Kazutora’s statement. You could almost care less about it at this point, soon joining him on his nonsensical shouting as the article of clothing was now hung across your shoulders—the rain now hitting you both freely.

Loosening your hold around him, you bury your head in the crook of his neck, nuzzling into his damp hair as you breathe in his scent mixed with the freshness of the rainwater. His earring shuffles about, the constant jingling filling your ears as you feel your eyelids grow heavy.

“We should do this again sometime!” you feel his shoulders bounce as he giggles at his own idea, the rain still pouring as you two near your apartment.

“You’ll get sick, Tora.”

Despite the roll of your eyes, Kazutora can sense your tired smile as your head lolls idly next to him.

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— ꒰ CITY(E)SCAPE !! ꒱ shuji hanma

synopsis: visiting your parents never seemed to work out in your favor. hanma seemed to notice the odd shift in mood whenever you were reminded of them—you moved for a reason after all

cw: depictions of cigarettes + smoking , strained familial relationship , hanma is a bit ooc , self-indulgent writing , comfort + fluff

words: 2.2k

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The tension was always suffocating whenever you decided to pay visit to your parents’ low-budget apartment you once called ‘home’. Though, you were one to talk—you moved out and were now renting a separate room in that exact same complex, just a few floors higher. You deemed it to be okay at the time; at least you didn’t have to deal with them breathing down your neck every day. Maybe one day you’d be able to escape the confines of this less-than-stellar location.

It was yet another day you’ve contemplated on your unspoken insistence to visit them. Maybe it was just natural instinct—a child worrying about their parents and checking up on them to make sure they’re at least in somewhat good conditions—but they’ve always seemed to hold a grudge on you ever since you told them about your plans to move.

It’s not like your parents were horrible people, it’s just that they could be too much sometimes. ’Helicopter parenting’ is what they would call it nowadays. They always seemed to have something to nitpick every time you decided to stop by. Always.

“He’s surely bad news.”

You sighed for what seemed like the tenth time since your arrival. You drowned out your dad’s comments on another one of your “delinquent friends” as he would like to call them. He wasn’t wrong per se, it was just the way the words fell out with such distaste from his mouth. If you were being honest, you couldn’t really blame him. You understood the distrust him, and many others, had for delinquents. You just wish your parents had a bit more faith in your taste in friends.

“What was his name again?” Your mother glanced over to your slumped figure on the couch. “Hanma...Hanma Shuji, right?”

You let out a small groan at the mention of his full name. You had met Hanma a few months ago, your presence piquing a small interest in him when he accidentally knocked you over after running out of some vacant alleyway.

Toppling over both you and your things, he slowed down his step and turned to you; now amused at the sight of your struggle.

After dusting yourself off, you sent a small glare his way before turning around and continuing on with your day, muttering a few words under your breath. “A little help would’ve been nice.”

“I don’t do those sorts of things.” You rolled your eyes. Of course he had to hear your little tantrum. To add insult to injury, he decided that it would be fun to follow you around like some sort of stray for the rest of the day as well, along with an occasional snide joke or two—it wasn’t like he had anything better to do.

You two would look back on those events and laugh at it now. At least he was nice enough to stick around even after such a trivial encounter. Whenever you voiced out your wonder on the exact reason as to why, he would pass it off as him ‘simply enjoying the show’.

Having heard enough passive-aggressive comments directed towards your friend, you comb a hand through your hair, your hand staying stagnant to cradle your face for a few seconds. Standing up abruptly, you walk over to the front door and slip on your shoes, face blank as you ignore the tired stares from your parents. Your visitations were always short-lived; it was abnormal for you to last even a full 2 hours in there.

“I’m gonna get some fresh air.”

No other words were said as you pulled open the door and walked out. Walking down the hall, your were met with pasty white walls and fluorescent lighting. It was so empty, so dreary. You drummed your fingers on your thigh while absentmindedly humming out a tune to keep yourself preoccupied from your thoughts.

The metal doors of the elevator finally came in your peripheral. Pressing a button, you didn’t have to wait long before the doors opened up, a slight drag to your steps as you pressed the button leading to the highest floor of the complex. In your short solace, the small chime from the loudspeaker kept you from zoning out for too long.

The top floor was significantly smaller than the rest—just a few apartments to the right of the elevator and another door parallel to it; the sign reading it to be the small set of stairs leading to the rooftop. Turning the doorknob, you winced at the harsh creek the door made, the chill of the cold night’s breeze kissing your face lightly. The wind whistled an audible tune as you trudged up the stairs quickly.

Reaching the top, you hunch forward and catch your breath, a visible cloud forming from your mouth whenever you exhaled loud enough. You huffed out a small laugh through chattered teeth before straightening up and examining the darkened sky above you. If you had to admit; it was a bit dull—the night was cloud-free, the moon was quite bright out tonight, and you could make out a few stars if you squinted hard enough.

Walking towards the edge, you seated yourself atop a few scattered crates, the added height allowing a clearer view of the city from above. The blur of cars and the multitude of colorful lights never failed to calm you down. It was always a nice sight to see whenever you needed a place to think—and tonight was no different.

Your mind drifted back to your parents’ shameless comments towards Hanma. It’s not like you haven’t tried to defend his ass either, yet they remained unchanging with their beliefs.

Replaying their words in your head caused your frown to deepen. Hanma really wasn’t as bad as they made him out to be—you learned that first hand. Shaking your head, you cleared your thoughts and distracted yourself with the view once more. The last thing you wanted right now was to be influenced by clouded judgement.

You clicked your tongue. “How stubborn..” You muttered out to no one in particular. ‘Guess it runs in the family..’

Keeping your gaze forward, you lean back slightly on your forearm, your other hand tracing small shapes into the rigid wooden crate you’ve found purchase on. The overbearing treatment your parents gave you coupled with the rowdy neighbors on your floor—you truly did appreciate calm moments like these.

It was kind of funny how sour your mood was right now. It was always small, unimportant matters that seemed to hit you the hardest—you almost had to laugh at the growing burdens you’ve kept to yourself. What else could you do?

“What a pain, huh?”

Your breath stuttered for a second. ‘That voice..’

Glancing to your side, your eyes widened at the sight of Hanma now stood beside your seated figure. He was leaning leisurely on the crate, arms perched alongside the edge with one leg propped up for balance. He leaned back, an infamous giggle leaving his lips as he breathed in the fresh air.

He craned his neck to face you, lax grin never leaving. “What’s gotten you so upset, hmm?” His tone seemed to poke fun at your misery, but you could easily pick out some worry. You let out a lighthearted scoff at his words and shot him a small smile. You knew he didn’t mean any harm; you’d come to familiarize yourself with his way of showing concern.

“Why are you here?” He noticed how you dodged the question, but decided not to dwell on it. You were curious as to how and why he knew you were here in the first place. He didn’t live here either.

“Can I not see you or something? I’m hurt.”

Hanma watched your face scrunch up in confusion before chuckling a bit. Once your laughter subsided, he opted to stop messing with you just this once.

“You visit your parents every Saturday. That’s all.” He drawled off, changing the focus of his peripheral to the vibrant colors of the city. He didn’t need to say anything more than that, sensing you’d catch on. He knew about your somewhat estranged relationship with them—the string connecting both parties was wearing thin.

Scooting back, you hauled your legs onto the wooden box, now sitting criss-crossed as you glanced over to see him joining you, keeping his legs over the edge.

He looked at you expectantly, thinking you’d say something. Yet, all you did was hum lowly with the wind, paying his prior words no mind. How odd. His face faltered at your lack of response. Maybe he had to be more upfront about it? That was something he couldn’t do, but it wouldn’t hurt anyone to try. If anything, it would hurt him more if he didn’t do anything to stop your little pity party.

“Are you alrig—“

“Pass me a cig.”

You both halted, mouths slightly ajar. Those words were so unlike either of you; hell, you’d think the other would’ve said it instead. He’s only seen you smoke a couple of times; mainly when it got too much for you. He frowned, slowly reaching into his pocket to fetch one from its box along with a lighter.

“You sure about this?” He didn’t want to reprimand you or anything—he smoked a lot more than you after all. All he received was a curt nod back as you quickly grabbed both items from his hand. Clumsily, you place the stick between your lips and strike the lighter a few times—a few times too many. You haven’t done this in a while, and you were more than just a little desperate to forget about everything for a little while.

Before you knew it, a larger pair of tattooed hands snaked themselves around your shaky ones, ceasing your movements altogether. You looked up to meet Hanma’s golden eyes, a small frown on his face as his brows knitted together in what could only be concern.

It all happened too quickly for your liking. Silently, he scooted closer to you and moved a hand to gently snatch the cig from your lips before leaning forward to place a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth, surprising you. Leaning back just as quickly, he now had both the lighter and cig back in his possession as he smiled slightly at your bemused state.

“Like this idiot,” he mumbled, careful to not drop the cigarette now placed between his own lips. He cupped a hand near his mouth and lit it with ease, inhaling the familiar scent of nicotine. He paused for a few seconds before taking it out again, huffing out the smoke almost boredly. You examined him as he offered the cig back to you, refusing to look you in the eye in case you saw through his facade—he could blame the red tint of his cheeks on the cold as a last resort or something.

A soft chuckle bubbled up your throat as you grabbed the cig, your other hand grasping onto ‘sin’ itself. Hanma’s expression hardened, turning his head just in time to catch your lips on his, his eyes shutting at the sudden impact. You on the other hand were quite baffled. You were originally aiming for his cheek—similar to what he did—but ended up kissing him for real.

You were about to move away in worries that he would hate you after this, but stilled once you felt a callused hand coming up to rub the apple of your cheek almost affectionately, the other moving to latch onto your wrist once more. You took this as your sign to ease back into the kiss, your free hand reaching to weave through his already tousled hair. The wind seemed to cheer you two on as it grew louder, cigarette now long forgotten as died out a few seconds later.

You pulled away first, breathing heavily as you rested your forehead on his and closed your eyes. Hanma catalogued every detail of your face in his head, palm still flat on your cheek as you leaned into its warmth.

“I hope this isn’t some one time thing.”

“Have more faith in me, will you?” He huffed out before planting another quick kiss to your lips, using his index finger to playfully push you away afterwards.

He eyed the worn out cigarette on the concrete floor beneath you two, grabbing another one from his pocket. This time, he neatly placed it between your lips before handing you the lighter. He didn’t want to stop you in case you still wanted it. You send him a small look of gratitude before taking the lighter and lighting it up almost instantly, admiring the small, amber colored flame for a few seconds. You lit up the cig afterwards, letting the smoke whisk away your thoughts for tonight.

Hanma knew not to poke and prod at the topic of your parents for the rest of the night; he realized that when he examined the small, more genuine smile that played on your lips after you blew out a cloud of smoke. He was just glad he could keep you away from your problems for a while.

“Feeling a bit better?”

He felt a small weight on his shoulder as you leaned on him contently.

“Yeah.”

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— ꒰ BURN !! ꒱ haruchiyo sanzu

synopsis: having made an unspecified deal with the pink-haired man after a trip to a bar, you learn about his sinister intentions soon after

cw: 18+ (minors dni) , cigarette play (is that a thing??) , unrealistic depictions of cigarette burns on skin , toxic relationship (sorta?) , overstim , belly bulge , hair pulling , slight degradation if you squint

words: 2.5k

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Never in all your years of living would you have thought you’d end up like this; a mere ashtray to the man named Sanzu Haruchiyo.

At this point you could care less about it, swallowing your pride the moment you agreed to an unspecified deal with the drugged up man at a bar one day; the firm shake of his hand on yours causing you to truly understand what he was trying to get at.

Talk about making a deal with the devil himself.

It all started the night after you unknowingly signed your life away to the pink haired man, pushing past the door of his supposed home with a loud creak. You two seemingly couldn’t get your hands off each other, a sloppy make out session already in tow and clothes begging to be pulled off eventually made their way down with a few needy tugs. Sanzu reeked of every nasty addiction out there; alcohol, drugs, smoke, you name it. Whatever he took must’ve gotten in your system by now, not that it mattered to you; Haruchiyo Sanzu became your addiction.

Sanzu dipped down to work on your neck as you two made your way to the bedroom, his open mouthed kisses escalating into sucking and nipping at your neck till it was littered with purple. You mewled at the feeling of his tongue harshly gliding over a certain sensitive spot, catching his attention. He smirked into the crook of your neck before focusing solely on that one particular area, lapping at it constantly.

You honed your senses on the feeling of his tongue on you, not noticing the collision of your bare back on the comforter. Sanzu weighed on top of you, caging you in as he straddled your legs near the edge of the bed.

You sucked in a breath at the cold air that hit your neck as he backed away, eyeing you up and down shamelessly. You squirmed under his hard gaze, feeling small.

He merely chuckled at your attempt, leaning back in for another mess of a kiss. His hands roamed your half-naked body, soon making their way down.

Down, down, down

You felt a hand rest itself on the inners of your thighs, pulling them apart with ease. Sanzu twitched slightly as he sloppily fiddled with the buckle of his belt, finally pushing his slacks down just enough for him to palm his clothed member.

His other hand ghosted over anywhere but where you needed it. Touch light, you yelp at the sudden harshness of his thumb on your clit, the thin fabric of your panties being the only thing separating the two.

“God..”

“Saying another man’s name during this? How cruel of you..” Sanzu hummed almost mockingly.

His actions stilled.

You blinked, snapping out of your haze momentarily and looked up to meet his almost lazy blue eyes. He stared back, tilting his head in faux innocence as he held eye contact. You would’ve almost mistaken his swollen lips as a pout; but you knew psychopaths like him don’t pout.

You also knew that the sudden revelation you had should’ve made you realize that what you two were doing was slightly—no, definitely wrong.

Were you really about to fuck someone you barely knew?

Your body seemed to respond for you as he thumbed at the fabric brutally, eliciting a choked moan from your lips, hands gripping at the sheets below you. Sanzu smiled wickedly at your reaction, excited to toy with you more. His other hand on himself worked to match the pace, groaning as he forced himself to stop as he finally freed his dick from its strained hold.

He watched you writhe at his touch, feeling almost authoritarian of you. He couldn’t wait to use you; to make him feel good. Just the thought of it alone made him hard.

Slipping off the rest of your clothes, you were now bare with Sanzu still having his button up barely on, his tie loose around his neck. His pink hair was a mess, a hot mess if you had to admit.

As if his ego wasn’t big enough, he smirked at your wandering eyes, scars shifting upwards as he let you admire him. He was all that, and boy did he know it.

“Like what you see?”

It was almost too cliche you had to scoff. You looked at him, legs dangling over the edge of the bed as he stood between your thighs. You try to ignore his cock standing proudly near his toned abdomen.

Sitting up on your forearms, you’re suddenly jolted back down as he cupped his hands under your knees, dragging them closer to the edge as he dipped down, now at eye level with your exposed pussy.

You were as embarrassed as you were needy, your ragged breathing filling the room as you waited expectantly.

Sanzu was on his knees, unmoving and waiting as well. He wanted to hear you writhe, to hear you beg because of him. With the scent of sex grounding him, he grinned at the sound of your wavering voice.

“Are you—Are you gonna do—“

He took your words as a go sign, cutting you off mid-sentence as he licked a long strip up your folds; the action triggering an embarrassingly loud moan to erupt from your mouth. He immediately picked up the pace, sucking harshly on the bundle nerves before tonguing at your slit once again. You slapped a hand over your mouth on instinct; the feeling of his tongue poking and prodding at your entrance was almost too good.

You feel your thighs clench and wrap themselves around his shoulders without any protest; Sanzu enjoyed the roughness, groaning at how your legs brought him now impossibly closer to you, the tip of his nose nudging your sensitive nub at every move he made.

With one of his hands back to stroking his dick, his other slipped its way up to gather your juices, the lewd noise alone making you clench on nothing.

“It’s almost disgusting how wet you are already.” He spoke nonchalantly, the vibrations of his voice causing you to let out another string of muffled moans. He arched a brow at this, irritation evident on his face; but you didn’t know that.

“Why are you covering your mouth? I wanna hear ‘ya.” He grumbled out, eyeing your pussy once more before lifting his head up a bit and seeing you still. Your lack of response irked him further, soon plunging two slick-covered fingers into you to see if you’d budge.

You shrieked at the suddenness, quickly moving your hand out of the way and allowing the entire block to hear you. A sinister smile played on his features at your immediate compliance, hooking an arm to rub at the flesh of your thighs softly.

“Atta’ girl.” He cooed lovingly, but you both knew he was anything but.

Sanzu continued to scissor into you while simultaneously lapping at your clit. Hearing you, a gurgling mess, seemed to satisfy him greatly; almost enough for him to cum already, but he didn’t want that.

His erection was painful, the tip of it flushed red along with beads of precum seeping out from the slit. Pushing himself up fairly quickly, you open your eyes to see his outstretched hand in front of you, his next words shocking you.

“Spit.”

“Wh–what—?”

“I wasn’t asking.”

His words sent a chill down to your core, subconsciously rubbing your thighs together at his demand. You shouldn’t be so excited, so thrilled, about this. You should feel humiliated, but that thought seemed to rile you up further.

Tilting your head up from the bed, you obediently comply and spit a glob of your saliva into his palm. Retracting his arm, you watch him guide his spit coated hand down to his shaft, affectively using it as a lube.

Finally lining up with your entrance, you lock eyes with the pink haired male once more, throwing your head back and breaking eye contact after feeling him push in suddenly, bottoming out completely.

He groaned at the almost pornographic sound you made, wanting to hear more of it. Picking up the pace immediately, he jackhammered into you relentlessly, focusing on how tight your walls were around him. To him, your moans were like irritatingly loud music to his ears; only there to add to his inflating ego. He only cared for himself after all.

That’s why when he suddenly flipped you on your stomach like a rag doll did you really understand that ambiguous deal you two made.

‘i guess...i dont mind..’

Being Sanzu’s personal sex toy didn’t seem too bad to you, but maybe you were just high on pleasure at the moment. You could feel every detail of his dick pumping into you as the new position made him go deeper, kissing your cervix every now and then.

He tugged at your hair, lifting you up from your sprawled out position and pressing your back flush to his sweat slicked chest. He caged his arms around your waist to keep you still, moving you down to sync with his movements.

“ ’re so good for me..” He grunted out slowly; each word in beat with every sharp thrust he gave. His last thrust seemed to be a particularly rough one, hitting you in just the right place to make you see white. You parted your mouth in a silent scream, going limp in Sanzu’s arms as he helped you ride out your orgasm. He could feel you coat his cock in your cum and drip down your thighs, still nestled deep inside you. What a pretty little mess you were.

He wanted to keep you forever.

His calloused hands rubbed over your stomach, feeling the faint bulge of his dick through your abdomen. He smirked, the sight turning him on greatly. He shoved you back down as gently as he could, promptly considering you and your feelings once before abruptly going back to his original attitude; not that you noticed the shift at all, you were too tired to comprehend anything.

You felt him trail his hand down the small of your back, giving you a few more shallow thrusts. You whined at the overstimulation, the pleasure melding into a numb pain as he was still inside you to the hilt. You felt so full at the moment.

“Don’t think we’re done, I didn’t even cum yet..” His words came out as a breathy taunt, reaching to pull open the drawer next to him lazily. His legs were giving out on him slowly as he was still standing on the edge of the bed, but he needed to cum so badly. His cock was red and angry, and he didn’t need to see it to know he was still hard as ever.

He snatched a cigarette from the already opened cigarette box along with the lighter, the two objects being the only things occupying the drawer. He used your hazed over senses to his advantage, risking something he’s been wanting to try on someone for a while now.

You could only think about how good you felt at the moment, now enjoying the overstimulation as you absentmindedly tried to move yourself on his dick, garnering a moan from the both of you.

Sanzu placed the stick of nicotine between his lips before lifting the already lit lighter up, his hands trembling slightly. He couldn’t wait to act out his sick fantasies on you.

Lighting up the cig, he got straight back to work as he threw the lighter somewhere across the room before pulling out completely, watching your juices spill out again. You choked out a scream as he burrowed back inside in one, rough movement. He snapped his hips at an inhumane pace, erratic and desperate to reach his own high, cig still tightly held between his lips.

He doubled over, pressing his full weight onto you. His head hovered just above your shoulder, huffing out a subtle chuckle. Perfect.

Hickey’s just weren’t enough for him apparently.

You felt the scorch of the cigarette as soon as it hit your shoulder blade. Sanzu kissed you through the tip of his lit cig, still fucking into you roughly as if to distract you from the burn that felt almost too good for your slipping morality.

Everything felt hot; the fire still lingering both on your shoulder and in the pit of your stomach. You didn’t know whether you teared up from either one or both of them. It was too overwhelming.

Regaining his composure, Sanzu’s eyes held a dark look in them as he gazed upon the masterpiece he made. He ghosted a finger over it, making you squirm under him once again. He scoffed at that, slightly irritated with you due to not cumming yet. He was so, so close, all he needed was something—

“Again! Please..!”

Maybe you really did lose your mind that night.

His ears perked up at your jumbled confession, the cig on the verge of dying out as he now held it tightly between his thumb and forefinger. Sighing out, a small smirk played on his lips as he looked at your figure.

“You want it that badly huh..” He mumbled out loud enough for you to hear. You nodded your head repeatedly at his words, lolling forward afterwards due to exhaustion. Everything hurt and your limbs were numb, but it all felt so good to you.

He scoffed again, but you could pick out a small hint of surprise to it.

“If you say so.”

No other words were exchanged as he hovered the cigarette over your exposed skin for what felt like an excruciatingly long time before deciding to put out the rest of it on your upper back.

You were more vocal about it this time, moaning out how nice the burn felt on your skin mixed with his cock that finally started moving again.

With one hand on your hip and the other holding the cigarette down, Sanzu felt his cock twitch inside you, his thrusts getting sloppier with each movement. Now being able to let go of all his pent up pleasure, he thrusted in you one last time before his hips stuttered to a stop, releasing his thick load of semen inside of you with a strained groan.

He pulled out after a few moments, seeing the mixture of your release with his drip down your slumped figure made him let out a barely audible snicker, clicking his tongue as he discarded his cigarette properly in the nearby trash can.

He massaged your sore muscles as the bottom half of you was still limp in the air; the rest of your body tangled with the sheets beneath you.

“You did so well.”

His voice was hollow as he filled your ears with empty praises.

He moved a hand to weave through your messy hair, pushing a few strands behind your ear as he looked at you with a small frown. He almost pitied you with the situation you now got yourself in.

“I love you.”

You both knew his words were nothing short of a lie, but you could think about those words in the morning.

a/n: first post lol

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