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[FIC] Reborn!: Consequences
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theburningempty into writing this. xD ilu2bb
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This is not my usual Hibari. xDDD
Consequences
Characters/Pairings: Hibari/Gokudera
Rating: NC-17
Words: 903
Summary: Gokudera, Hibari, and the consequences of breaking the school rules. More porn for this request on the kink meme.
"I told you, smoking in school is against the rules," Hibari's voice is cool and dangerous, like a steel dagger hidden beneath silk. He circles the couch, and Gokudera's eyes follow him, snarling with teeth bared and eyes fierce like a cornered prey.
"Who the fuck cares around your rules," he spits out, all anger and fire and straining against the tie Hibari had used to tied his wrists together. His own tie.
Hibari's eyes narrow and he lowers himself down to sit on the couch, all smooth grace and Gokudera hates him for the moment. Fucking Hibari and his fucking rules- he cuts off his own thought when he sees Hibari toeing off his shoes and stretching a leg out.
"What are you doing-" he tries to say, but Hibari has a foot against his crotch and Gokudera bites down on his tongue.
Hibari chuckles, deep and low, and Gokudera squirms against the couch, his hands coming to wrap around Hibari’s foot, trying to push him off. “You bastard-”
“You like it, don’t you?” Hibari asks, and rubs his foot harder. Gokudera’s body jerks, breath escaping his mouth in a tight hiss, his fingers moving downwards to fist around Hibari’s ankle. “How obscene.” His next word is spoken in a slow drawl.
“Slut.”
Gokudera’s eyes widen at the word, a shock of pleasure going down his spine and he tries to strangle the moan bubbling in his throat. But then Hibari’s other foot comes up, sliding underneath him to press against his balls through layers of school uniform cotton and he nearly screams out loud.
“Wao,” Hibari says, all mocking tones and cruel smiles. “You do like this, Gokudera Hayato.”
And Gokudera would have opened his mouth, would have protested, if not for the fact that he can’t deny it, because he’s hard, harder than he has ever been and Hibari is grinding his heel into Gokudera’s crotch, making him even harder. The toes on Hibari’s other foot curves, cupping his balls and Gokudera has to choke back another moan.
“Do you want more?” Hibari continues, almost idly. “Do you want me to fuck you, Gokudera Hayato? Strip you bare and pin you down to that couch that you’re rubbing yourself against.” Gokudera gasps, his hands clawing at the leather of the sofa. “Fuck you until you scream. Put that mouth of yours to a better use than smoking.”
Images are flooding Gokudera’s brain and he can’t stop it, can’t stop the onslaught and he hisses again, nearly spitting. His hands slide into his sleeves, brushes against his dynamite but then Hibari toes the head of his cock through his pants. The dynamite drops from his hands to the ground.
“Bringing weapons to the school,” Hibari intones, the sudden impassivity making Gokudera force his eyes open (fuck, when has he closed them anyway-) “Another breach of the rules, Gokudera Hayato.”
“Hypocrite,” Gokudera manages to spit out, but then-
Suddenly both feet are gone. Gokudera pants, chest heaving to try to capture his breath and hopefully his mind back when he is shoved back against the couch by a hand on his shoulder. Hibari is smirking, wide and smug and Gokudera growls – the only way he can retaliate.
“You like it when I make you hurt,” Hibari muses as he trails his fingers down Gokudera’s chest, blunt fingernails scraping. A shift in position as Hibari straddles him, and then a sharp yank as his shirt is pulled up. Nails scratches across his nipples, sending streaks of pain-pleasure rushing through him and he grits his teeth, trying to breathe through them and not pant like a-
“Whore,” Hibari says, as if reading his mind. Gokudera feels fingers on his pants, thumbing off one button. The rasp of the zip is loud in the room, echoing as if in rebuke. “You like me doing this to you. That’s why you keep breaking the rules. You want me to do this to you. You want to gasp and moan like a whore while pretending that you don’t like it.”
A hand wraps around his cock, and Gokudera’s hips try to buck upwards but Hibari has a hand on his stomach and lips are on his ear, still whispering those poisonous words. “You want me to touch you, to make you come. To fuck you into this couch. You want it, don’t you?”
He strokes, once, squeezing Gokudera’s length in his hand like a punctuation point. Lips trail down Gokudera’s jawline to his Adam’s apple, biting down and leaving a red, red mark that no turtleneck can ever cover up.
A thumb strokes across the slit. Gokudera feels Hibari smirk against his throat.
“You slut.”
And those words are the catalyst. All at once, Gokudera’s world turns white and black. His head snaps backwards, smacking against the leather couch and stars appear in his eyes. If there is any pain, he doesn’t feel it, his mind overwhelmed by and drowning under the pleasure and the shame.
Hibari has untangled himself from him when Gokudera opens his eyes eyes. The bastard is smirking still, his stained hand close to his mouth. His tongue darts out, flattening against his palm and he licks his own hand clean.
Gokudera’s breath hitches.
Then there’s a hand in his hair, pulling him forward roughly. Hibari’s eyes are dark with lust, narrowed and he is unbuckling his belt.
Gokudera licks his lips involuntarily.
End
theburningempty into writing this. xD ilu2bb/uses totally inappropriate icon. Also, new!
This is not my usual Hibari. xDDD
Consequences
Characters/Pairings: Hibari/Gokudera
Rating: NC-17
Words: 903
Summary: Gokudera, Hibari, and the consequences of breaking the school rules. More porn for this request on the kink meme.
"I told you, smoking in school is against the rules," Hibari's voice is cool and dangerous, like a steel dagger hidden beneath silk. He circles the couch, and Gokudera's eyes follow him, snarling with teeth bared and eyes fierce like a cornered prey.
"Who the fuck cares around your rules," he spits out, all anger and fire and straining against the tie Hibari had used to tied his wrists together. His own tie.
Hibari's eyes narrow and he lowers himself down to sit on the couch, all smooth grace and Gokudera hates him for the moment. Fucking Hibari and his fucking rules- he cuts off his own thought when he sees Hibari toeing off his shoes and stretching a leg out.
"What are you doing-" he tries to say, but Hibari has a foot against his crotch and Gokudera bites down on his tongue.
Hibari chuckles, deep and low, and Gokudera squirms against the couch, his hands coming to wrap around Hibari’s foot, trying to push him off. “You bastard-”
“You like it, don’t you?” Hibari asks, and rubs his foot harder. Gokudera’s body jerks, breath escaping his mouth in a tight hiss, his fingers moving downwards to fist around Hibari’s ankle. “How obscene.” His next word is spoken in a slow drawl.
“Slut.”
Gokudera’s eyes widen at the word, a shock of pleasure going down his spine and he tries to strangle the moan bubbling in his throat. But then Hibari’s other foot comes up, sliding underneath him to press against his balls through layers of school uniform cotton and he nearly screams out loud.
“Wao,” Hibari says, all mocking tones and cruel smiles. “You do like this, Gokudera Hayato.”
And Gokudera would have opened his mouth, would have protested, if not for the fact that he can’t deny it, because he’s hard, harder than he has ever been and Hibari is grinding his heel into Gokudera’s crotch, making him even harder. The toes on Hibari’s other foot curves, cupping his balls and Gokudera has to choke back another moan.
“Do you want more?” Hibari continues, almost idly. “Do you want me to fuck you, Gokudera Hayato? Strip you bare and pin you down to that couch that you’re rubbing yourself against.” Gokudera gasps, his hands clawing at the leather of the sofa. “Fuck you until you scream. Put that mouth of yours to a better use than smoking.”
Images are flooding Gokudera’s brain and he can’t stop it, can’t stop the onslaught and he hisses again, nearly spitting. His hands slide into his sleeves, brushes against his dynamite but then Hibari toes the head of his cock through his pants. The dynamite drops from his hands to the ground.
“Bringing weapons to the school,” Hibari intones, the sudden impassivity making Gokudera force his eyes open (fuck, when has he closed them anyway-) “Another breach of the rules, Gokudera Hayato.”
“Hypocrite,” Gokudera manages to spit out, but then-
Suddenly both feet are gone. Gokudera pants, chest heaving to try to capture his breath and hopefully his mind back when he is shoved back against the couch by a hand on his shoulder. Hibari is smirking, wide and smug and Gokudera growls – the only way he can retaliate.
“You like it when I make you hurt,” Hibari muses as he trails his fingers down Gokudera’s chest, blunt fingernails scraping. A shift in position as Hibari straddles him, and then a sharp yank as his shirt is pulled up. Nails scratches across his nipples, sending streaks of pain-pleasure rushing through him and he grits his teeth, trying to breathe through them and not pant like a-
“Whore,” Hibari says, as if reading his mind. Gokudera feels fingers on his pants, thumbing off one button. The rasp of the zip is loud in the room, echoing as if in rebuke. “You like me doing this to you. That’s why you keep breaking the rules. You want me to do this to you. You want to gasp and moan like a whore while pretending that you don’t like it.”
A hand wraps around his cock, and Gokudera’s hips try to buck upwards but Hibari has a hand on his stomach and lips are on his ear, still whispering those poisonous words. “You want me to touch you, to make you come. To fuck you into this couch. You want it, don’t you?”
He strokes, once, squeezing Gokudera’s length in his hand like a punctuation point. Lips trail down Gokudera’s jawline to his Adam’s apple, biting down and leaving a red, red mark that no turtleneck can ever cover up.
A thumb strokes across the slit. Gokudera feels Hibari smirk against his throat.
“You slut.”
And those words are the catalyst. All at once, Gokudera’s world turns white and black. His head snaps backwards, smacking against the leather couch and stars appear in his eyes. If there is any pain, he doesn’t feel it, his mind overwhelmed by and drowning under the pleasure and the shame.
Hibari has untangled himself from him when Gokudera opens his eyes eyes. The bastard is smirking still, his stained hand close to his mouth. His tongue darts out, flattening against his palm and he licks his own hand clean.
Gokudera’s breath hitches.
Then there’s a hand in his hair, pulling him forward roughly. Hibari’s eyes are dark with lust, narrowed and he is unbuckling his belt.
Gokudera licks his lips involuntarily.
End
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please write more ahhh
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delicious 1859 smuuut~~
*drool*
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now, if only I had an 1859 icon... :D
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Great job!! *begs you to write more*
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raw and ic ♥
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You should totally write more of this predatory Hibari. He was very, very hot!
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