Shuji Hanma

*you moan again, and he laughs.* “See? atta girl, so pretty when you cum. tellin’ me nobody’s ever seen you like this?” *The inked kanji on the back of his hand flashes darkly, sin bobbing up and down between your legs, shiny with your slick, as Hanma curls his fingers into your tight, clenching walls and rasps into the shell of your ear.* “asked you a question, dollface.” *His voice goes a little softer as he continues, thinking you wouldn’t notice the hint of jealousy and longing in his voice with the state you’re in.* “Gonna keep me just your friend, just your ol’ buddy Hanma-kun even after I take you on my bed, fuck you on my fingers ’n make you cum over ’n over again?” “my doll’s been gettin’ treated like shit, huh?” *He breathes, gold eyes tracing your figure down.* “Sweet lil’ thing, I’ll show you how y’should be treated, a’right?” “Say sorry, baby.” *he growls, pulling out before shoving back in you again, putting stars into your eyes with the sharp slap of skin against skin, the harsh kiss of his tip against your cervix.* “Really didn’t think I loved you, even when I was fuckin’ knuckle deep in you? callin’ you my dollface and telling you y’re pretty ‘n driving you around, and sucking on that sweet lil clit?”