Even after the sun had set, the sweltering heat hadn’t dissipated. It radiated from the crowd around you. Beautiful weather brought the tourists out in droves, creating a heatwave purely from the number of bodies in the streets.
It took a while to push your way through, only wanting to head in the direction of home. You used your hand in a poor attempt to cool your hot face while you waited for the light to cross the street, finally away from the bustling middle of the city.
Your phone buzzed in your purse. It was almost pitiful how quickly you fumbled around to dig it from the void of your bag. Your excitement paid off as a message from Shuji popped up on the screen.
Tonight.
One word brought so much adrenaline to your body.
Your boyfriend was a busy man, but he strived to spend all his free time with you. Neither of you could say your sex life was boring, not when he could use his cock like a god. Hanma lived for thrills, and he continually found new ways to spice up your sex lives.
A hunt.
You moved with almost robotic steps, adrenaline pumping through your veins. Every sound causing you to jump, hoping it was him but never sure. Hanma was quite skilled at sneaking around. He’d never let you know he was coming.
He struck like a predator.
There was no time to react to his pounce. Your body pushed against the brick wall, caged to it by his body.
“Be a good girl and do exactly what I tell you.” Hanma pawed at your breasts, fondling you without restraint. It was a high he couldn’t get enough of. Snatching you off the street and doing whatever he wanted, as if you were just an innocent woman caught by the big bad wolf.
And you played along oh so well.
“Please don’t hurt me. I’ll do anything-” You whimpered at his rough touch. Working yourself up before he’d even touched you had left your body aching for more than what he offered.
His chuckle made your pussy throb. “Anything? That’s a dangerous offer. I can think of a few things that I’ll wager you don’t want to do.” His cock was so damn hard.
Hanma licked his lips, mind wandering to what lewd positions he could possibly put you in. “But I’ve had a real shitty day, doll. So, I’m going to go easy on ya. Need you squeezin around me right now.”
The short sundress made it easy for his hands to slip under. It was always satisfying for both of you when he easily ripped your panties.
You nearly lost your balance when he lifted up one of your legs, making you pitch forward. Palms against the cool brick, you were arched enough to show your cunt.
“A good bitch is always ready, huh? You wanted a man like me to fuck you out here in this dark alley, didn’t you? It makes you wet just to think about becoming someone’s little toy.”
Hanma rubbed his tip up and down your folds. He hadn’t even put it in and yet you were trembling in his hold. It was enough to almost make him cum on the spot.
“Yes- I want it-” You admitted with a broken whimper. This new game of his was hot. A new kink you’d discovered. Deep down, it was only because it was Hanma who had you pinned. “Use me.”
He groaned as your walls stretched to accommodate his size. A perfect pussy in his opinion. Especially with how easily you made it for him to ruin you so beautifully. “Oh, fuck yeah-”
There was no wait.
His hips snapped with rapid succession. After all the bullshit that he’d endured during his workday, your warm cunt sucking him was all that he needed to unwind. “Fuckin take it-”
You were quivering around him in mere seconds, cumming around him with a shamelessly loud moan. Anyone walking by could hear your pretty voice as you came undone.
“Ass shakin, baby-” Hanma slapped his palm against your ass, leaving a red mark. He adored how easily you came. It was child’s play to work you up and bring you crumbling down. “Nothing to do but cum again.”
Dizzy. Your whole body tingled, buzzing with pleasure. He relentlessly pounded into you, driving you absolutely mad. It was too much and not enough all at the same time. His cock slammed into your sopping cunt, the sound fueling Hanma to speed up.
His fingers dug into your hips, nails biting flesh and sure to leave a crescent shaped bruise. Hanma leaned down to nip at your neck, tongue soothing the sting of his teeth. Your salty skin tasted like heaven.
“You gonna cum again already? Do it. Cream all over my cock again.” Hanma mocked against your skin. The sound of your squelching pussy was music to his ears. You were all his and there was nothing he wanted more than to ruin you.
You were losing awareness of everything except him. Nothing else could break through. Your body succumbed to another orgasm, cunt fluttering around his cock. Hanma’s curses barely reached your ears. Mouth falling open, nothing came out.
“Godfucking damn!”
Out of breath, you barely regained your senses as the pleasure ebbed away but heat in your stomach had already started to build again. None of your breathy words made a bit of sense. A mixture of sounds and babbling nonsense.
Chasing his own high, Hanma supported your weight as your body gave up on functioning. You were practically pushing him out, milking his cock with your gummy walls. “Shit, doll. I’m there-”
His moan as he squirted inside you was a heavenly sound. Something only a god like Hanma could make. He slowed his pace, soaking up the feeling of your pussy. Humming to himself, he finally pulled out.
It took every ounce of energy you had left to turn around, collapsing against his chest. “I-” Your mouth was so fucking dry, making it hard to speak at all.
Thankfully, you didn’t need to. Hanma made quick work of fixing his pants and collected you up in his arms. “I’ve got ya, doll.” His hair tickled your face as he bent to steal a kiss.
Hanma took you to the car waiting on the main street, instructing the driver to take the two of you to his penthouse. He kept you close, whispering soothing words and massaging your sore thighs.
“Drink this,” he said, bringing a cool bottle of water to your lips. Despite his affinity for thrilling and sometimes illegal sexual deviancy, he took excellent care of you after. You were the most precious thing to him.
Golden irises turned to take in the city passing them by after you fell soundly asleep, searching for the next place to get his heart racing with you.
(Y/n): Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos—
Tags:User discretion is advised. MDNI, hurt, heavy angst, mentions and descriptions of miscarriage, stalking, emotional abuse, vivid imagery about miscarriages, trophy wife, runaway wife, hiding, strong language, slight yandere themes, panic attacks, grabbing, mentions and descriptions of sex, regret, mentions of Emma, mentions of divorce, one-sided love, a desperate Hanma, brief moments with Kisaki, too many messy emotions in general
Damn. This took hell lot of time ngl (╥﹏╥) It was worth it tho. I took almost three months to complete this because of all my exams and tests in between and was busy balancing my own schedule and concentrating on making myself better. I really hope y'all like it. I felt like I went overboard with the crying here and there but that is justified, afterall, after what Y/n was put through. This the last and final part btw. Enjoy! I’ll link a smol playlist I made for this. Listen to it in order, music makes the reading experience way better, trust me.
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By the time Hanma had collected his bearings, leaving the mansion in pieces as the aftermath of his shock, he notices the blue crockery set on the table, laden with food.
He’s shocked.
After some examining, he realises that there was food, and lots of it, and by judging the copious number of boxes in the refrigerator, there was enough to last for one week.
He doesn’t know what to feel.
Guilt eats him alive.
“What have I done?”
He asks himself, repeating the sentence like a broken record.
Hanma sinks to his knees, hands clutching at his head, as the taste of tears register to his tongue.
The only person who stayed constant for the longest time was gone.
Just like that.
Like the first flash of thunder; beautiful in its own fearful way.
The onslaught of emotions he felt at the reality of the circumstances catching upto him was overwhelming. Overwhelming as the events of the day he lost everything grip his mind.
This was the first time he was being frank with himself. The first time he let himself to feel, to kneel on the ground and finally let out the tears which needed to fall. To finally let himself feel the weight of the loss, to revel and bathe in the pain.
To let the burn of abandonment reduce him to the ground and feel what he loved to inflict upon others.
To finally let her see what was underneath the mask of indifference he’d lived under his whole life.
But the thing was, she wasn’t here.
She wasn’t. And by the way her voice seemed to break more and more with each word on the recording…she wouldn’t ever look back.
