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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Kuroko_no_Basuke_|_Kuroko's_Basketball
  Relationship:
      Hanamiya_Makoto/Reader
  Character:
      Hanamiya_Makoto, Original_Character, Hara_Kazuya, Kiyoshi_Teppei
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, Rape_Recovery, Depression, Dom/sub_Undertones
  Series:
      Part 3 of Ad_Libitum
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-01 Updated: 2017-08-03 Chapters: 11/? Words: 10305
****** Hanamiya makoto arc 3 ******
by Sailor_Saccharin
Notes
     Tw: PTSD, depression, mentions of rape domestic/child abuse
***** Fortitude *****
Comments please
Tw: PTSD, depression, mentions of rape domestic/child abuse
~~~
 
"Are you eating?" Hanamiya looks bored,as he sits in the room with you, text
books on his lap. He's monitored by several staff, to make sure that he's not
giving you anything that could be potentially detrimental. These two months
have been hard on the both of you. He sleeps alone at night and spends his days
with his basketball team. They drive him mad, but offer support and come to
visit you sometimes. Hara visits the most though, he gossips about everything
and you sort of enjoy it, he's like a little brother.
"I've never had a problem with eating. I love food." you whine to your lover.
He doesn't ask anything further and pulls out today's notes, teaching you with
far stretched patience. You catch onto the English, Japanese, and history
quickly, but math and physics trip you up.
"I wish you could stay the night. I miss you." you lay your head on his
shoulder, taking note of the way he talks, the way he breathes, his scent.
Everything about him, you want to etch it into your brain so you can sleep at
night feeling like he's actually there to keep you company. You miss spending
your days with him, but this is your punishment. Part of you wishes you weren't
cursed with this mental illness, another part of you feels like it was
inevitable, so the only thing you can do is get better quicker for his sake.
"If you weren't doing stupid shit, maybe you wouldn't be so damn lonely here."
his statement is light heartedly harsh but you agree ten fold. You knew you
were sick and you knew Hanamiya would have your back no matter what. It's just
so hard to tell someone that you're sick.
"Sometimes my mom visits, your mom comes too." Hanamiya tenses at the mention
of his mother. She's returned home with a house nurse who takes care of her for
most of the day. Hanamiya visits you both when he can, but most of the time
he's busy.
"Your arms are so muscular Makoto." you lay a kiss on them, savoring the way
they tense and untense as he glides his hands across the paper, still trying to
teach you the math.
"Pay attention." he scolds.
~~~
"For the longest class 3-b wondered why [F/]-chan hasn't been to school in 2
months." Nakasato Toshie. Her name was like an iron stake on his tongue, "After
all who would want to miss so much of their third year?" he eyed her, taking
time to think of the response that's sure to rattle her up the most.
"You sure like to try and play with my things, it's too bad I don't share." a
blatant declaration of some twisted type of love. She scoffs, it does nothing
to her at all. You're just her bait, she'll use you to lure out her prey. It
seems to be working quite well thus far.
"Well I did some digging in the school archives and it turns out poor [F/n]-
chan has been welled up in asylum. I wonder why she's in there, I hope it
doesn't have anything to do with you." Toshie teases. He isn't affected by it
at all, he knows exactly why you're in there, it hasn't a single thing to do
with him.
''I got a diagnosis today Makoto!" he sits across from you, monitored per
usual, by the staff. He doesn't say anything, but you know he's actively
listening.It's PTSD with some form of depression." ah he could have guessed
that much from what you were telling him. You weren't always depressed and high
strung. The signs started appearing a little after the first time you cut his
hair.
You would spend nights crying about how it's your fault, in class you would
blank out around your older male teachers. More recently though, you'd complain
about being bullied about: How you didn't deserve to be with him or hearing
voices. Hanamiya was the top dog of KD, there wasn't a thing he didn't know
about and he had never heard a lick of a whisper about the two of you being
together.
He guessed it was 'survivor's guilt'. You felt guilty because you were happily
loving him without repercussion, while you ran from home leaving your mother to
deal with your abusive father.
''You should have been in her place.'it was a sick thought to even have. No one
should have to be in anyone's place, because the situation shouldn't exsist.
Period.
Hanamiya remembers the day he discovered bite marks and hickeys that didn't
belong to him. He remembers how you begged him to throw you away because
someone else had defilled you. He remembers how you begged him to erase your
father's mark with his own. He remembers coming inside of you and clutching you
so tightly to his body, that he was sure you'd fall apart if he let go.
'I'm glad you're okay [F/n]." he admits, uncharacteristicly.
 
"You seem to be mistaken Hanamin." he almost throws up at the use of your
nickname flowing so ungracefully from her lips, "I want you to myself. I don't
care about old toys, I think you need some new ones." Hanamiya is that kid that
keeps his outgrown, badly battered, teddy bear until his mother finds it and
throws it away.
"Fuck off." he knows who his girlfriend is, who is soulmate is, so why would he
give that up for some random skank with an obsessive crush?
"I thought you would say that, so I'll leave you with a choice. Date me or Your
poor baby will find herself staying longer than her anticipated release date."
the choice is easy for him. It's betrayal either way it goes but it would hurt
you ten times less to stay in the asylum, rather than find out your beloved had
betrayed you by leaving you for someone else.
"Guess she'll be staying longer then." Hanamiya smirks at her disbelieving face
and Miki who's ease dropping, exhales through silent tears. She realises how
much this man truly loves you and how wrong she really was.
~~~~
"Hanamin." you cry, tears leaking from your eyes,"They're making me stay extra
time! I was just cleared to go home this week." you sob. His arms are around
your waist, pulling you closer.
"What happened?" he ask like he doesn't know. He ask like telling the truth
would ebb all this pain you're experiencing. He ask like he doesn't have the
entire conversation between him and Toshie recorded on his phone. He ask like
he can't get her expelled for life.
"They found pills in my room somehow, they said they got an anonymous tip that
I asked someone for some." no getting her expelled is too easy. He'll destroy
her life from the inside out, "I would never do that! I was just about to get
released! You have to believe me I would never do that!" he doesn't care about
the rules, he smashes his lips against your's so hard that you think you're
seeing stars. Your arms wrap around his neck and you deepen the rough kiss,
despite your bleeding bruising lips.
"I believe you." he would trust your word even if he hadn't known the truth
behind the controlled substance found on your pillow top. You're stupid but you
aren't careless enough to slip up that badly. He knows you like the back of his
hand, if anything you hate taking pills.
No! Getting Toshie expelled is too easy.
He'll break her from the inside out.
Destroy her life step by step like the king he is
And you'll be right by his side, ruling with him.
***** Waiting *****
Chapter Notes
     Tw: anal, DP, choking, Dubcon, toys, degrading, multiple orgasms,
     deep misunderstanding of a dom/Sub relationship and play, breath
     play, jealous monologuing and inner thoughts, one sided love
The back of your head rest comfortably against the blunt of Hanamiya's jeans as
he smiles wickedly above you. He's not a man know for his graciousness nor is
he known for his amiability, he's cruel and callous, which is probably why
you're in this situation.
"He wants to fuck you." Hanamiya pushes you forward towards the pink haired
male, interested to see how you'll react. You haven't even been out for two
weeks, and Hanamiya has already expressed his desire to ravish you several
times, what he didn't express was his desire to include his teammate as well.
"Next time we fuck you'll be lining up the whole team to come and get a piece
of me, huh?" you chuckle, prompting Hanamiya to do the same. Hanamiya likes
your snarky side, it's hella fun to fight against when the two of you engage in
dubious and noncon  type play. Hara doesn't get the joke though, he's confused
on how whoring you out to the team is funny. He does know that he won't share
you though. Hara watches you two with interest, as he takes his gum to the
trash.
"Don't try your luck pretty girl, I just might." you blush at the wicked smirk
on his face. Hanamiya is not a good person in the least, you love him that way
though. He leans forward and you press a gentle kiss against those smirking
lips.
"Alright, well let's get to it, yeah." Hara says, jealous of the interaction
taking place in front of his eyes. Hara moves towards you, his hand resting on
your cheek. You're nervous and unwilling, only Hanamiya has touched you in a
way that you approve of, kissed you how you like. You're not keen on being
shared. You're not sure how you feel about doing this, whether it's betrayal or
not, but Hanamiya is sending reassuring touches your way. You aren't sure how
Hara convinced him to do this, but you do know Hanamiya isn't so willing as to
let anyone but himself fuck you into your shared sheets.
Hara leans forward, cupping your face so he can press his lips against yours.
They're soft and gentle, unlike Hanamiya's which are rough. They taste of
bubblegum. Hanamiya's always taste like chocolate and/or mint.
You lean in as he grips your wrist, holding you hostage against him. You're
uncomfortable but you don't let it show, you want Hara to feel comfortable and
welcomed. You flinch a bit as you feel his tongue at your bottom lip, his hands
trailing up your shirt. He finds the clasp for your bra with ease, undoing it
as you finally let him slide your tongue between your teeth.
Hara is forceful but in no way as cruel as your lover. His tongue runs against
your's and his finger's tweak your right nipple. Your panties are wet as you
feel Hanamiya's bulge behind you. He won't be ignored for too long, you're his
after all.
Hara backs away from you and undresses both you and himself, as Hanamiya does
the same. His dick hangs curved in front of your face as you turn to him. Your
hand reaches out to cup his balls and he groans a little bit. Hara waste no
time behind you, his hands cupping your soft breast. You moan and drag your
tongue across Hanamiya's pre-cum covered tip. It's salty but you relinquish the
taste of him. Hara, jealous of being ignored, lifts you up so he can slide
under you. You also relish the feeling of Hara's tongue lapping at you all of a
sudden. It's different from the cruel cunt lapping your used to, but isn't
entirely unwelcome.
Hanamiya grabs your chin, forcing his dick against your lips. He's jealous that
Hara's lapping at your cunt is taking all your attention. You smirk against the
head of his cock, before opening your mouth to take him. He's a rude boy,
lawless, disrespectful as he shoves his dick down your throat, choking you
without an inch of sympathy. You moan around him, sending vibrations up and
down his length. Hara swirls his tongue around your sensitive pearl, as
Hanamiya rips your head forward, they're definitely team members alright. You
can taste him on the tip of your tongue just as you're sure Hara can taste you.
You still prefer Hanamiya though.
Your hands work themselves back and forth around Hanamiya's length as you
swallow him without a second thought. You can tell that he's jealous, he wishes
to be under you, making your legs shake just as Hara is right now. What he
doesn't know is that you're wishing this too. Hanamiya pulls away from you, as
Hara lifts you up and sucks on his fingers. You're curious as what he's about
to do.
"Pretty girl." Hanamiya grabs your cheek, turning your attention to one of his
many toys,"Suck." you do as he commands, taking the toy between your lips and
bobbing your head back and forth. Hara circles your puckered asshole with wet
fingers. Your breath hitches in your throat as he slides a finger in and out,
and then back in again.
Hanamiya and you rarely explore anal sex, he prefers to fuck your ass and never
let you come when you misbehave so badly that it's the only choice he has.
You're a second short from freaking out when Hanamiya taps your cheek, turning
your attention towards him. He's stroking his cock in tandem with the sliding
of the toy in and out of your mouth. You gasp when you feel Hara add another
finger and his tongue. He licks around his finger, adding moisture and
pleasure. You moan around the toy that Hanamiya slides from your lips and into
your womanhood.
"You're disgusting. You like this don't you?" Hanamiya smirks wickedly as he
fucks you open with the toy. You can only moan, causing Hanamiya to laugh deep
and evil. Hara doesn't approve of the way you're being talk to , but he fears
that you desire the male's harsh gripe.
"You taste so good princess, I want more of you." He slides his fingers out of
your ass and replaces them with his tongue. He wants to give you positivity for
a change. You almost scream as you feel Hanamiya's calloused fingers on your
clit and Hara's tongue circling your asshole.
"Please! I'll come. I—fuck baby please." you cry into Hanamiya's chest, as you
come for the first time tonight. You're ashamed of yourself for feeling this
way but goddamn, it feels so good.
"Lay down my pretty little girl." Hanamiya sighs as you spear yourself on his
cock. He'll be the only one to use and abuse you here, but the both of you
prefer it that way anyway. You move your hips up and down, pleasuring him to
his liking. His hands grip your hip and he meets your thrust half way, albeit
roughly. He doesn't like to let you ride, because you know just where to touch
him. Your lips kiss his chest, his abs, his biceps, you worship him as if he's
your god. This isn't the first time Hara finds himself disgusted and it sure as
hell won't be the last.
"I'm going to fuck you way better than Hanamiya ever could." he swears it on
his life making Hanamiya roll his eyes. Hanamiya slows himself to a complete
stop, allowing Hara to enter you slowly. You bury your head in Hanamiya's
chest, crying out. You're being stretch to the limit in ways you've never
imagined.
"Oh god Makoto. I can't, it's too much. Just one please, Kazuya please, I don't
want this." Hara wonders why you call Hanamiya's name when he's the one filling
you like this. He's jealous beyond comprehension and that fact alone makes
Hanamiya smirk into your exposed neck as he soothes you and wills you to
continue. You'll never see Hara the way you see Hanamiya, it hurts him. He
eases his hips back and forth slowly, taking you as if you were virgin in this
aspect. He doesn't know that Hanamiya's long before filled your every orifice
with himself, like he'll he'd ever let someone give you a new experience first.
Hanamiya, who's stopped moving long enough for you to accomdate youself with
Hara's cock thrusting in and out of your ass, smooths his hand to your hair,
calming you and willing you to do this for him. You moan as Hara picks up the
pace and Hanamiya bites at your swollen nipples.
"Say my name [F/n]-chan, I wanna fill you with my come." Hara pants, snapping
his hips forward. Hanamiya unwilling to be outdone, thrust his hips upwards
forcing your body in two different directions. They're fucking you with such a
mismatched pace that it makes your head spin.
The curvature of their cocks make you see stars. You leave red angry nail marks
across Hanamiya's chest. You're not sure who's name you call out as you come,
but you do know Hara's right behind you, spilling himself amongst your innards.
He slides out to let Hanamiya have you to himself for a little while. Although
he's guessing Hanamiya won't last too long. He's wrong.
Hanamiya laughs teasingly, "You're talking about fucking her better than me ,
yet you don't last half as long." it's a huge blow to Hara's ego, "You're
pathetic."
"Come again for me love." Hanamiya wills you, you're exhausted but if it means
making your boyfriend happy, you'll do anything for him. Your mouth finds his
neck, biting and tracing painful hickies in a trail down to his collar bone,
just as he likes. Hara wonders how you can continue for so long, as he's
exhausted to the core of his bones.
"Say my name." Hanamiya wraps his hand around your throat as you fuck yourself
as hard as possible on his cock. You squeal his name out to the best if your
ability as you feel yourself building again. Hara groans loudly as that feeling
of jealousy spreads through his being for the umpteenth time tonight.
"That's right fuck yourself on my cock. Come for me pretty girl." Hanamiya is
inadvertently spiting Hara with his dirty talk. You react to every word that
leaves his silver tongue, whether good or bad. Hara wonders if this threesome
was a good fuck or more so a blow to his pride as a man. The shaggy haired male
pops a piece of gum in his mouth, as he takes notes on how Hanamiya rubs your
clit into oblivion, squeezes and flicks your nipples, how you suck at his neck
marking him as he has you by digging his nails harshly into your hips.
"You're fucking pitiful little girl." Hanamiya swears, you're so close to
coming andit feels like he's denying you,"You want to come on my cock so badly
don't you?" you plead with him, begging him to let you come as if you're some
sort of consort that needs premission to release, "You'll do anything I tell
you won't you?"
Hara is disgusted. This isn't sex or making love, this is raw fucking at its
best. He doesn't feel that a lover should talk down to you like this, wrap his
fingers around your neck with the intent of cutting off your air supply, or
even make you beg for release. This isn't love, and if it is it's one fucked up
type of love. He can't comprehend what you see Hanamiya or what Hanamiya has
that he doesn't. Hanamiya is rude, cruel and forgiving, he treats you like shit
yet you revel in it like it's always been your life's aspirations. This isn't
love, it's mental abuse. Hara would never treat you like this, he would kiss
your soft lips every day and tell you how much he loves your taste every night.
He wonders how often Hanamiya even shows a flicker of affinity for your
affections.
"Come on my cock pet. Come for me." Hanamiya coos. Hara is disgusted at how
your spine arches perfectly, at how you come to the sound of his voice like
this is a second nature for you. He watches how Hanamiya unwraps his hand from
your throat and takes your bottom lip between his teeth, sucking viciously.
Your body spasms violently with oversensitivity and pleasure. Hanamiya isn't
even a fractions of an inch behind you, he comes inside you like its nothing to
him. His groan is loud and unfiltered and Hara wonders why he feels a touch of
arousal at the sound. Your arms wrap around Hanamiya's neck while you recover
from the violent after shocks of your white hot orgasm. Hanamiya's arms wrap
around you, he's cooing in your ear silent praises that you don't hear much too
often.
 
Hara doesn't know what to do or how to feel. He's been waiting for this moment
forever but instead of happiness, he feels a mixed pang of jealousy and anger.
Hanamiya's sadism and tactics are for the court and not the bedroom, but so
long as you love it:
He can do nothing but wait and hope that one day you'll come crawling to him
with a broken heart, spirit and body.
So that he can be your hero and repair you.
***** Like a queen [FYL] *****
Chapter Notes
     [Tw: autagonistophilia, choking
It's weird how a person you've known for 7 years can seem like a stranger to
you in your shared home. The two of you don't talk or address each other , even
though you sleep in the same room at night and share the same bathroom in the
morning. He's become a foreigner to a foreigner in his own home. The two of you
dress together, eat together, and still even shower together, yet discussions
between the two of you are clear cut and simple:
"Did you take the trash out?"
"We need more groceries."
 
There's no affection between the two of you. A marriage formed between two
fucked up people has become dry and motivated by cynicism. Hanamiya demands an
apology but you aren't his bitch and you have no obligation under him, unless
the blunt tip of his cock is shoved down your throat, unless he's choking you
with so much force that you can't do anything but obey him.
You also demand an apology, but only because you're always the one that runs
back amidst a fight. You're weak to that angry expression he wears around the
house, a slave to his harsh jabs that demand to be felt in anyway possible. You
want him to break first ,because he literally demands to be obeyed and
apologized to in every situation. Not this time though.
But what you don't know is that he's weak to your tears. He always has been,
always will be. He can't stand to see you like this. You're a damn queen,
royalty doesn't sob, not over peasants. His arms cage you against the wall,
lips brushing yours in the process of trapping you. Your eyes squeeze shut as
you feel his teeth sinking into your bottom lip.
"Idiot."He scolds, brushing the hair out of your face. He knows why you're
crying, he'd cry too if he wasn't so mannish. You are lonely, tired of this
routine, tired of waking up without being wrapped in each other's embrace.
Hanamiya watches the tears fall down your face as he lifts you up by your
thighs. He's so strong, it bewilders you how a small man could be so damn
muscular. You giggle a little and Hanamiya raises his eyebrow suggestively, a
gesture that shoots straight to your core. You both want to dead this petty
argument, so then why not just dead it here and now?
The next thing you feel are the sheets. Hanamiya loves to drop you
unceremoniously from the height of his arms. It catches you off guard and
flusters you every time. You're adorable he notes, nipping the skin of your
exposed outer thigh. You whine but he ignores you, leaving a bright purple
hickey. You know it'll hurt when you touch it later but that doesn't stop you
from subconsciously wanting more.
Hanamiya backs away, confusing you slightly. You poke your lip out, pouting,
watching him as he unbuckles his belt and reaches for something across from
you. He always looks so sexy, your eyes trace a pattern straight down from his
abs to the v line that highlights his waist happily.
When he looks back up,there's a phone in his hand. You sigh and roll your eyes.
You know what he wants to do, what he wants you to do. He waits
anxiously...almost..for your choice. Your hands skimp across your breast
tweaking and teasing a nipple. Hanamiya doesn't hesitate, he snaps a picture,
the flash illuminating the dimly lit room. He watches and continues to take
pictures, instructing you to touch yourself here and pose like this and that.
You obey but only because you love him, not this. It always feels weird to be
on camera for Hanamiya. You realize he's started recording when he sets the
phone down on the stand and saunters over to you. You recoil in fear when you
see the look he's giving you. You're so beautiful, he wants to fuck you up.
Destroy your spirit. Leave you as an empty carcass, instead of the queen you're
supposed to be. He'll turn you out, from grand royalty into a piece of ass
abused to death by a peasant.
He waste no time entering you with his throbbing cock. He's wanted you so bad,
for so long, he can feel the stress radiating off him in waves. It feels so
good to be in you, so so damn good. His pace is slow at first. He will
definitely treat you like a queen. He takes care of you, pacing his touch and
strokes, gripping you with the lightest touches, kissing you with reverence.
He's atoning for his sins, his anger, that harsh fight the two of you had.
You wonder if the camera on Hanamiya's iPhone is picking up the way your back
arches into the sheet, the way his hips smack into yours, the sound of his
slight and soft groans. You feel Hanamiya pull out and sit on the edge of the
bed. You know he wants you to ride him and you do just that. Hands gripping his
shoulders,ass bouncing and smacking against his thighs, all of that. You moan
loudly when he stops you and starts thrusting madly up into you. It's perfect,
you feel like magic. You feel like nothing could go wrong here, like you're
walking on air.
Tears pool in the corner of your eyes, as you feel him pick you up and lay you
back on the bed. He's so fucking good, so perfect. The way he takes your soul
and enchants it with his touch. He wants to ravage you now, turn you into a
fiend for his cock. Look at the way the queen begs for his cock. His cock, him,
a criminal, a peasant, a dirty scoundrel from the lowest of births. He's
sickened by hisself, sickened by the way he loves you and the way you love him
back, by how weak you make him. He speeds up, changing his pace and slamming
himself into you. It hurts when he puts the whole thing in like that,
stretching your walls to the fullest, but it's comforting.
Hanamiya wants you to take all of him like the way he takes all of you.
So when you cry out, arch your back and come around his cock so fluidly; he,
who wasn't even close to orgasm, loses it inside you. He grips your throat,
choking you, cutting off your air supply until you're both finish.
You gasp for breath and reach for his sweaty hand, he looks at you, opening his
mouth to say something.
"I'm sorry."
You think the two of you have just reached a milestone.
***** Show me *****
Loving Hanamiya is like constantly having a dagger pointed at your throat. The
adrenaline rush you get; the fear of losing; the anticipation of finding out
whether you'll live to see the next day;  He's got all of it.
"I love you!" you moan, back arched against the heat of the musty air. He's
gorgeous like this, groaning as you ride his cock like your life depends on it.
His hands grip your waist dragging you down harshly every time you rise up,
kind of like the falcons at a Super Bowl.
"Prove it." he wears that sadistic grin again, sending a shiver down your
spine. You want him to come inside you; to wreck your being, your life, your
sanity. It's not a stretch to say he hasn't already though.
"H-How." you whisper, breath tickling his ear. You hate the way he makes you
stutter whenever the two of you make love like this, it's embarrassing, as long
as you've been with Hanamiya and you're still weak to him? Seriously, it's
shameful.
Hanamiya tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him as you slow your hips.
You looked abused and tired, but he likes you like that. It queers his
agitation when you look like this because of him. He likes you thoroughly
fucked, that way you can't annoy him with your endless taunting once this is
all over.
"Show me."
***** All over again [college] *****
Chapter Notes
     Tw: orgasm denial, spanking, toys, slapping
Hanamiya finds you crying out on the balcony, your red eyes matching such a
beautiful red cheongsam. He watches you,trying to pick yourself up from a
sorrow that eats at your flesh like a parasite. He doesn't have to wonder what
caused this, he knows. It angers him too, he should be the only one hurting
you.
He shouldn't help you at all though , after all you left him in the dirt,
called him crazy, a sadist, unable to love. But he can't stand to see you in
tears.   Never could be, never would be.
It breaks his heart, so he nears you. You don't notice him, you're too
engrossed in trying to clean yourself up before anyone sees you in such a
pitiful state, "Get up." his voice is harsh in your ears. Your teary eyes widen
in shock when you see him standing above you like some sort of God.
"M-Ma-Hanamiya-Kun." he sighs mentally at how you don't revert his honorific
into something less familiar, he's embarrassed at how much he wanted you to
call him Hanamin or Makoto.
"Idiot, why're you still squatting on the ground, get up!" he commands you
angrily. You're still his queen, feelings don't disappear over night.
Everything the two of you worked so hard to build can't be destroyed by petty
breakups and mistrials. You will always belong to him.
"He broke up with me Hanamiya, he said I dress weird and I'm clingy." you tell
him, through broken sobs, "I'm unloveable and not worth his time. It was all a
ploy to get me to have sex with him." Hanamiya checks off the lies this man has
told you one by one in his head, and precedes to drag you to your feet.
You're stunned, as he drags you into the ballroom and punches your ex right in
the face.
One: for stealing you away.
"Michiro!" you scream his name as he falls to the ground, nose bloodied.
Three: for making you cry
Six: for using you for sex.
Nine: for every time you said no and he pressured you
Nine times, before you pull Hanamiya off of the poor male and lead him outside
where it's raining cats and dogs. He's panting, his fist are covered in blood,
but that doesn't stop him from grabbing your face and kissing you. When he
pulls away, you cup his face and bring him in again and again and again and
again until you dizzy from lack of oxygen.
"I love you." you whisper against his lips. You're so damn selfish, he notes
you've always been like that. Always wanting him when he was unattainable or
busy, he loves that about you. 
~~~
You don't stop Hanamiya from claiming you again, because after all you are his.
His tongue travels from your neck to your left nipple, while his right hand
strokes your clit. You whimper at how good it feels to be touched again and
squeeze your eyes shut, reveling in the feeling.
"Look at me." he clenched your jaw and rips your head in his direction. It
hurts like hell,but not as much as it has being away from him.
"You're mine, you always will be mine. Got it?" he notions to a scar that he
made years ago while the two of you were in high school. You shutter at the
memory, he bit you so hard it broke the skin forever leaving you with a nasty
bite wound. You would think Hanamiya was an animal after that.
"Where do you think you'd go if you left me?" Hanamiya whispers, licking the
shell of your ear and flipping you onto your back. He slides his belt off,
tying your wrist onto the metallic headboard of the bed, "Who would take you
in, you're a girl who's body is trained to obey my every command."
"Apparently right back here, as I always seem to find my way right back to
you." you're slapped for your smart remark, causing you to hiss in a mixture of
pain and pleasure.
"I've missed abusing you pet." he groans, rubbing something between your folds,
"You're so beautiful when I'm fucking you up. Have you missed this too pet,
letting me do whatever I want to you?" you don't answer because he hasn't given
you permission to speak, instead you push back at the toy that  he has now
align with your soaking entrance.
"You're so beautiful especially when you're in pain pet." he whispers, pushing
the thick toy in slowly. It's thicker than what he usually uses by a long shot,
"Relax pet. Shhh it'll be okay." he kisses your back softly. It scares you, how
excited he is to have you to himself again. You don't know what's to come when
he's off the walls like this.
"Relax pretty baby." he calms you as he works the thick toy in and then out of
you, it takes some adjusting but soon you're pushing back against his present
for you with delight.
"You're whimpering pretty baby, do you want my cock?" he sneers nastily, as if
he's disgusted by you. You're silent again, confirming Hanamiya's accusation.
He laughs and works your insides until you're clinching around the dildo. You
moan loudly as you feel yourself about to orgasm around the toy. Hanamiya yanks
it from your body along with the sensation. He won't let you, no not yet.
"Makoto!" you scream, but soon regret it when you see that shit eating grin
crawl upon Hanamiya face.
"Did I give you permission to speak pretty girl?" he ask, stroking your with
cheek his knuckles. You shake your head no and Hanamiya taps his chin likes
he's deciding what to do with you. His hands rub your ass softly, before he
comes down bare on them. You count aloud per instructions and pretty soon
you're at 25 and begging for forgiveness from your master.
He spares you, this time, but only because he's missed you so much. The room is
silent for a minute as Hanamiya stares at your back. It's smooth and creamy, he
wants to mar it. He wants to burn his mark into your skin as if he was branding
you. You feel his cold deft hands running along your inner thigh, spreading
your legs. He wants you so much more then he'll ever let on.
"You're going to wish you never left me pretty girl." he kisses your cheek from
his position behind you and tanks your head back as he enters you. You whimper
at the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of you. He feels deliciously familar
and you eat at the sensation.
"Did you miss me while you were with him?" he asked, yanking your head back.
You answer through clenched teeth: "You're all I could think about."
"Then why did you go?"his voice is tight, as he forces himself to utter
uncharacteristic words. You sigh as your relationship seems to be composed of
you always hurting the man that loves you. It eats at you how much you hurt him
on a basis.
He doesn't want you to answer and you're just fine with that because you don't
know the answer. He quickens his pace, slamming himself into you just enough to
give you a delicious ache. By the time he's done with you you'll be delirious,
wrecked from how many orgasms he can ring out of your being without causing his
own.
His fingers grip at your sides, and he teeth rip at the flesh on your back.
Hanamiya is an uncouth beast, he has no decency.  He feels no remorse, nor does
he care about what he's doing to your body. As long as you green light it,
you're his to do with as he pleases. He often wonders why you allow him to do
this to you, to wreck you like this; to obscure your morals, taint your being,
to injure your pride.
"Hanamin! I'm Coming!" you cry out, he doesn't deny you. He quickens his pace,
desperate to bring you to the top two or three more times, maybe even four if
you're lucky.
You grip at the sheet, memorizing the feeling of him all over again, memorizing
the sounds of his groans and growls. Feeling the way he takes you from every
angle all over again.
Memorizing the way he loves you all over again.
Memorizing that he can love all over again
***** Karma *****
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~~~
"Hanamin come on." You urge him, buttoning up your jacket. He rolls his eyes
eager to get you off his case, but he knows you won't. It's the holidays,
you're the worst on the holidays.
"Come on!! There's gonna be a thousand people there if you don't hurry up." You
turn to him as he muddles around, doing anything and everything to make you
wait longer. You groan at his lack of urgency, as you have been badgering him
about this all week.
"The shrine isn't going anywhere." Hanamiya barks, grabbing his house keys with
enough force to leave an imprint on his palm. He's clearly annoyed, but you
have no sense as to when 'enough is enough' when you're with Hanamiya.
"Yeah neither is the line because you're taking forever." You pout in
dissatisfaction. Hanamiya decides to humor you by grabbing your arm and pulling
your forward out the door. You don't know how much he wants to break your
feeble arm right now, but he holds himself to good standard: never hit a woman,
outside of the bedroom.
You sigh in relief as the cool air finally makes contact with your face. As the
both of you walk to the shrine, you note how good it feels to be out of the
apartment on this Christmas eve.
You don't want much from Hanamiya this Christmas season, just more of his time,
if that's possible. After all, Hanamiya promises to give you the world as long
as you follow him into hell and back, which you do. You don't mind it though
—the hassle and what not— not when he's is so great to you.
"The sky is pretty." you remark, but you hear Hanamiya release a sound of
annoyance and pull you behind him. You hadn't noticed before, the group of guys
trailing behind you.
~~
You hold the ice pack to his busted lip, trying to soothe the bleeding and
reduce the swelling. If Hanamiya goes to school like this you know all hell
will break lose. If rumors get out that THE Hanamiya Makoto got jumped , he
might just lose it.
You grumble at the thought of your ruined holiday, as you continue to treat
Hanamiya's wounds. You can't help but feel like this is the universes way of
instating some of the bad boy's bad karma. It makes you chuckle bitterly,
because he's always been good to you.
You look down at him, you know what he's thinking about: Going after each guy
one by one and giving them a taste of their medicine. You press your finger to
his temples in an attempt to soothe him.
"Don't do anything stupid Makoto." you warn against the inevitable. You know he
plots revenge like points on a graph. Hanamiya grunts in response and you wipe
away more blood from his busted lip. You thank god that they didn't do any
major damage to his face or limbs. He's a little bruised up but other than that
noting is broken.
He cups your face,stopping you from moving. When he gets like this it's
confusing and uncharacteristic, you wish you had the guide book to his mind
sometimes.
"Love you 'Min." you peck his lip softly. 'He looks so cute like this' you
think to yourself. You know he's mad though and coincidently you're the cure to
his madness.
He bites your lip with hidden aggression. You chuckle almost bitterly because
you saw this coming from a mile away. "You're an idiot." Hanamiya pulls you
forwards, crashing his lips into yours. You trace your hand down his abs,
touching and exploring the way his body feels. Your fingers find a ripe bruise
and you press into it causing him to grunt a little. He likes pain , so you
push harder, all the while finding solace in the way his muscular body feels
under your finger tips.
Hanamiya stares down your shirt, noticing the way your breast move every time
you touch him. His hands reach to grab and fondle, earning him soft bittersweet
moans. He grumbles, he'd rather hear you scream but he's in no mood to make an
effort right now.
"Come here." he urges you. You eagerly make your way to where he wants you to
be and is quickly rewarded with a kiss. Hanamiya smirks and pulls your hair
back so your head falls back with it. You let a soft moan escape your lips
before you kiss him again.
"Hanamin!" you moan loudly as he waste no time entering you. He's swift with
his movements, not one to waste time with foreplay today. Your moans match the
rhythm of his hips, nails dig into his skin. He loves the feelings you give
him.
Hanamiya flips you on your stomach before entering you from behind. You almost
cry at the sensation, he can take you easily like this. Leaving your insides
singing a mellow tune, one that he favors so greatly.
He shushes you, wanting this moment to take place in silence. You agree though,
you touch his face softly but he flinches away. You don't take offense from it
though, Hanamiya has always had a problem with physical contact. You try again;
this time he lets you touch him, let's you do whatever you want to him as long
as he gets to wreck your soul and wreak havoc on your body. It's all the same
to him.
You filter your breathing through your teeth. When you come you try your best
to hold back. Hanamiya pulls out and does something completely
uncharacteristic; he pulls you in close to him, cuddling your small frame
against him.
"I love you." You tell him and he says it back, for the first time, without the
bullshit.
***** Deep in thought *****
There are some nights Hanamiya doesn't let you sleep. Nights where he grabs at
your skin, makes his way between your thighs and proceeds to lay the wood. It's
annoying sometimes, but other times those soft touches are needed. They light
up your night and assure you an easy rest afterwards. You wake up in the
morning feeling blessed besides your sadist boyfriend.
You frown so hard your forehead creases. You really wouldn't say Hanamiya's a
savage or even as much as the sadist everyone claims him to be. After all
Hanamiya never gave himself those labels, they were cast upon him by people who
attempt to make sense of the coping mechanisms of an abused child.  Hanamiya
has scars way deeper than anyone who just knows him on the surface can
comprehend. You know him like the back of your hand, that's part of the reason
you can honestly say you love him.
Hanamiya has some admitted bad qualities. Temper flares and that quick
aggervation of his, labeled as anger issues. The way he relieves himself and
makes your skin, labeled as relationship abuse. They don't see Hanamiya as a
man, they see him as a tool, a monster, an object to play around with. And when
they push him too far and he explodes they say it's his own fault, he should
have done better, been better.
"Hanamin." Makoto, but sometime you're too scared to let his first name fly
from your lips. You're afraid you'll drown in sun poison and take him with you.
There's something so deeply intimate about saying his first name, that you
can't comprehend it yourself. Yeah his name us a common one, one you hear so
much being flung around school, amongst the lips of those unworthy of even
uttering the first syllable, but it's special to you. 
Hanamiya flings his hand over to your side and gently strokes your cheek, your
open stomach, your neck, any skin he can reach. He's always been a light
sleeper, awaken by any slight shift in pressure or any of your distressed
whimpers, or especially by your cover hogging habit. He doesn't complain
though, because anything is better than sleeping alone.
"What is it?" he pinches your cheek, answering with a voice doused in sleep.
You can't help but think of all of these two years spent together, how much you
love to love him. 
"I love you." you whisper, pulling up closer to him.
"I love you too." and he can't help but wonder why such a simple phrase, is
what has you up, so late at night.
***** Winning *****
Chapter Notes
     Warning: Daddy kink,slapping, degrading, name calling, choking
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Hanamiya holds you down by the waist, he's deep in you, making your insides
feel as if they were being spun into oblivion. You shuttered,taking a piece of
his neck in between your teeth. He admires you when you're just as riled up as
him. 
"You think you're gonna win tonight daddy?" Daddy. The name sounds almost
foreign rolling off your tounge. Hanamiya wonders if you've been hanging out
with those sluttish girls in the bathroom  way too much. He gives you a rough
slap and pulls your body closer to him. You moan loudly, gripping whatever skin
you can find with your hands and mouth. 
Pleasure rolls off you in waves, which he feeds off of like a parasite. His
breath is hot against your lips as he teases them with fleeting kisses and
bites. He wants to hear you beg for him, for release. You aren't ready yet
though, you want this to last longer. You're selfish, you could give a damn
about the basketball game tonight, you just want your baby to yourself. 
"Makoto." you gasp as you feel yourself being lifted off the table, into his
arms. Hanamiya's too strong for his own good, he fucks you roughly using the
grip on your thighs as he only leverage. 
"I'm gonna fuck you right pretty baby." he growls in your ear. You take  hold
of any lock of hair you can get your hands on,pulling at it with desperation.
He's building you way too fast, you're not ready to give him up yet. 
Hanamiya's lips find their way against yours and soon their are between his
teeth. He doesn't spare you though, he nibbles and bites on the skin like
carnage has become his only option. He's a savage who takes what he wants
without prisoners.
"You're so fucking pathetic." he notes the way you cry out, how you grip at his
back, he knows your close. He's merciless on your body as he recks you, rubbing
your clit to the rhythm of his thrust.
"Come. I've had enough of your cunt, time to use that pretty little mouth for
what it's for." you shouldn't be aroused by the way he talks to you but it
lights a fire in your core that can only be extinguished by your impending
orgasm. Hanamiya doesn't waste a second he pulls your head back as you come,
taking the flesh of your neck between his teeth and biting so hard that you
think you see stars.
Soon you find yourself on you knees, one hand playing with your clit, the other
stroking Hanamiya's length. He moans graciously at your soft touch but you know
he likes things rough and meticulous. You run your tongue up and down his
length, using the other hand to cup and massage his balls.
If Hanamiya likes what you're doing, he shows it by forcing open your mouth and
laying his length flat against your tongue. He has no time for your delicacy,
he needs his release now, he has a game in just under an hour. When you don't
start sucking immediately, it earns you a slap along with a brusque hand around
your throat.
"Don't play games with me little girl." his grip tightens for moment and then
he releases you. You want to rile him up so that he'll fuck you again but you
know he's pressed for time, you like the physical abuse though. 
You start from Hanamiya's head and make your way down. He groans loud and
guttural, as if he's some type of beast receiving pleasure from a mortal woman.
You find yourself bobbing your head back and forth to an nonexistent rhythm,
using your hands and mouth on him until he's spilling himself down your throat.
It's a sensation you're still not used to after all this time. Hanamiya grins
when he sees you lick your lips.
"Yeah, I think I'll win the game tonight pretty baby." 
Chapter End Notes
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***** Danger ahead *****
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~~~
Warning: biting, choking
"Senpai I'm in love with you. I always have been,since middle school." Hanamiya
feels his eyebrows twitch in aggravation at this confession. He can't begin to
describe how she doesn't even have the slightest clue of what love is or even
entails. His mind flickers to you slightly, taking in the way you feel around
him, your smile, your wit ,and also your stupidity.
"Hey." He hooks an arm around your waist, stopping you from walking by him. How
ironic you'd walk by him while you were fresh on his mind like that. You scowl
slightly, hating to witness Hanamiya's confessions. They're stupid.
 
"What is it Makoto. Stranger-chan." Hanamiya almost smirks at that dastardly
jealousy of yours. It's a wicked force to be reckoned with, but he loves it.
He'll tap into it's potential sometime soon but right now, he intends to make a
show out of some girls feelings. Sadist.
"Lunch." He pulls you closer into his chest, making a show to the underclassmen
still standing in front it him. She's a mixture of sickened and disappointed. A
simple no would have been enough for her to get the message, instead he has to
showboat another girl off to her.
"You're sick Hanamiya-senpai ." The girl storms away with her pride in pieces
on the floor. Hanamiya lets out his deep bellowing signature evil laugh, making
you frown a bit.
You want to say something but you keep your opinions to yourself. You know
it'll just lead to an argument, one you're not in the mood to deal with.
Hanamiya doesn't say anything, just tightens his grip around your waist. You
sigh and rest against him, enjoying the muscular build of his body.
"You're an asshole, lets go get lunch." Hanamiya is silent as you grab his hand
and lead him to the rooftop. He'll never admit it but he loves the way you fit
so perfectly with him.
~~~
"Jealousy is so pretty on you." your captain is leaned over you, his lips
hovering slightly above yours, "Makes me want to fuck you silly pretty Girl."
He licks his lips before taking your bottom lip between his teeth.
"Shut up. I wasn't jealous." You push at him but he keeps your hands pinned up
above you. Your shirt is raised,stomach exposed and turning reddish-purple from
Hanamiya's over zealous need to bite every bit of flesh in his path.
"So what would you call it? You were so mean to my kouhai." Hanamiya's fingers
trail down your stomach until they're under the school skirt stroking your
folds with a burning intensity. He's debating the dangers of fucking you on the
roof or taking you into the bathroom.
"No one should be confessing to you anyways, you're an ass-Ow fuck!" Hanamiya
bites your collar bone, although he doesn't forget to work your clit into
oblivion. Your head feels light when you come for the first time, the second:
you literary have to push Hanamiya's tongue away from your cunt because he's
over stimulating your senses.
"Let me fuck you little girl." he whispers against your cunt. Your senses are
in overdrive, you don't think you can handle anymore, but at the same time you
know Hanamiya isn't asking. That's the agreement between you two, as long as
you obey him then he will bring you the upmost pleasure possible.
"Ok." you reply is simple, although your soul is shaken to the core. Your
orgasms have been as intense as your jealousy and that alone is a dangerous
combination. When Hanamiya enters you, you have to bite his neck in order to
stop yourself from screaming. He moans at the intensity of the bite, gripping
your neck in response.
"Pretty girl." he groans , thrusting upwards. Every thrust is more Intense then
the last, your body feels weak and light as Hanamiya handles you the way he
knows best.
"I love you." it slips from your lips as you rest your head between the crook
of his neck, sucking color into his pale skin. He feels unimaginable but you
enjoy every second of this dangerous act, as it doesn't fail to dawn on you
that anyone could walk in on the two of you at any moment.
"Mm. Love you too." His response is shy and it feels unnatural flooding from
his lips but you know he means it with every fiber of his being. Hanamiya's
teeth on your neck feel like cool metal against your flesh on a hot day. The
two of you have forgotten about the "No physical relations" rule Kirisaki
daichi has, only focusing on the pleasure you can draw out of each other.
"Makoto!" His hand is around your throat while you cum. Your body continues to
shake as Hanamiya pulls out from you. He laughs at your pathetic state, all the
while thumbing the head of his cock until he's not far behind you in
experiencing the blissful feeling. Rivets of his semen manage to make it all
over your hands and legs ,but you don't mind.
As long as it's Hanamiya, he can use you however he pleases.
And that alone spells danger ahead for anyone who dares to come between you
two.
***** In the rain *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"Hey Makoto, I'm about to go to seven-Eleven you want something?" You ask him
from across the room. He turns a sleepy eye toward you before getting up and
grabbing a jacket.
"You're about to take the train this late at night, by yourself, for what?"
Hanamiya grabs your arm, leading you out of the room,"Are you an idiot?"
"Mm maybe, but I'm really hungry. You know they stopped doing room service at
six." You lean into him, a smile on your face. Hanamiya doesn't say anything
beyond that "You're an idiot",but he silently thanks you for letting him know
where you were going instead of just leaving.
The wind feels good against your face,you want to dance in the spinning leaves
and pick up cool rocks. You haven't aged a bit,thinks Hanamiya, he's going to
get grey hair watching you.
"Hey wouldn't it be nice if we got married in a small town like this? It's
rural and peaceful." Hanamiya freezes up at the word marriage. It's not his
thing you know that, but he nods slightly to keep you from getting upset.
"Ah I love you so much. I just felt overwhelmed for a minute there. Sorry, I
know marriage isn't your thing." You give a bitter smile before boarding the
train.
"I love you too,stop talking." Your head rest on Hanamiya's shoulders as you
close your eyes. Hanamiya has to stop you from drifting off several times
before you arrive at the seven Eleven. He's thankful he made the choice to come
with you, who knows where you would have ended up at.
You really are his type, stupid. Yet you're so refreshing and full of life and
smart when you need to be. He understands why you would feel overwhelmed
because he's feeling it too. Hanamiya's finger tips graze the back of your hand
slightly.
"Shy? Come here." You grab his hand softly. He grumbles something
unintelligible but he doesn't let go. It takes a minute but the two of you
finally reach 7-11. You grab a bunch of snacks and some dark chocolate for
Hanamiya, but when you try to pay, he's insistent on paying for you.
"You can pay me back some other way. Let's go." but the weather doesn't seem to
want the two of you going anywhere. You're half way back to the train station
when there's an absolute down pour.
"Idiot, did you check the weather or do you just do whatever comes to that
stupid head of yours?" he lectures you before taking off his jacket and making
you wear it. It's warm and cozy, but you feel bad that he's getting soaked
while carrying groceries.
"Didn't think it was going to rain, but I saw an inn that way. We could spend
the night there and just go back in the morning?"
~~~~
Hanamiya rings his clothes out and hangs them over the tub after the two of you
have taken your bath. Of course you've shared, too tired to take separate
baths. Hanamiya glares at you as you diminish the snacks in the 7-11 bag.
"Pass me my chocolate." your boyfriend sits next to you, unwrapping his
chocolate bar before taking a bite. He breaks a part off and holds it to you.
You giggle before eating the chocolate from his fingertips.
"Pretty girl..." Hanamiya's at a loss for words as he kisses you. You're
annoying and stupid, lawless and greedy, but his love for you reaches beyond
words.
He feels like he could be with you, in this moment, forever.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Nsfw Alphabet *****
Chapter Notes
     Comments please
A=Aftercare: Hanamiya needs his space after sex, but he's learned that you are
a cuddler, so for your sake he'll put up with whatever. However he'll always
make sure you're okay after rough play.
B = Body part: Hanamiya likes his hands, they get a lot of things done for him,
not all of them good though.
For you, he likes your stomach. It's the soft and most sensitive part of you.
C = Cum Hanamiya has no qualms as long as you're not spitting. He was you to
swallow it, he wants to come inside you, on you. He's disgusting
D = Dirty Secret he likes when you hurt him. Bite,scratch, wrestle against him.
It'll turn him on.
E = Experience not a lot. He just don't throw dick to anyone. He has some
amount of class.
F = Favourite Position missionary. He wants to see your pretty face
 
G = Goofy Hanamiya only knows of two types of humor: sarcasm and sadism
H = Hair he is very high maintenance of his body. The hair is kept well trimmed
and neat. And yes, the carpet matches the draped
I = Intimacy he likes to fuck, a lot.
J = Jack Off Not often, not unless you're right in view and he's teasing you
K = Kink did you want one..or all. Cause there's a lot
L = Location anytime he wants to fuck, you better be ready. He'd prefer it be
on the bed though.
M = Motivation that pretty innocent face of yours. He wants to tint you so
badly
N = NO watersports and blood play
 
O = Oral very skilled, will eat you out when he feels like it. Sometimes you
have to beg him to stop because he always works you in a frenzy
P = Pace hanamiya is always rough unless he notices your discomfort, then he's
slightly less rough
Q = Quickie he doesn't mind at all, Especially before school or a basketball
game
R = Risk he's game to almost anything ;)
S = Stamina if you think you can outmatch hanamiya in stamina, you're dearly
mistaken. It seems this man knows no bounds
T = Toy he buys things just for you. Gags, vibrators, beads, clamps. You don't
even have to ask for it, it's yours and he intends to make good on his purchase
U = Unfair teasing is his middle name, he'll make you come from it. Don't try
him
V = Volume he's not very vocals unless he whispering obscenities into your ear
W = Wild Card he's not big on kissing, but he will kiss you for your sake. It
calms your nerves and secretly his as well.
X = X-Ray he's just enough for you. Not too small not to large. He's about
average plus some girth
Y = Yearning very high sex drive, he can get down anywhere anytime.
Z = ZZZ he has to make sure you're okay first. Even then he's hesitant to sleep
though. It takes awhile for him
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