HAPPY VALENTINES DAY, PEOPLE :)

I'm not done yet with the last three Valentines Day requests so in the meantime, have some LEMONADE first. lol. I posted this last January12 (my baes birthday) in my other book, and I'm going to post this here again. Well, why not? XD HAHAHA. I realized nobody requested for a Hanamiya one-shot, so I'll post one.

Hanamiya Makoto is mine. Period :)

(x)

WARNING: Sexual contents. So if you're not interested, the door is open.

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You absolutely loved it when you do nothing but just to cuddle with your lover. This boyfriend of yours was, oftentimes, a complete nuisance. But somehow, you had managed to make him read you a book even though he had a basketball game in an hour or so.

There was something very refreshing about listening to Hanamiya Makoto read to you. He had the best reading voice. He could make you feel as though you were inside the book, seeing everything the main character saw and feeling things they didn't.

You loved his voice so much. It was deep and alluring and husky and never ceased to draw you in. In fact, you loved everything about Hanamiya (even his brows), from the way he would sit while reading to the way he would let you lean against him like a pillow.

"I didn't dare look at her face, but when she spoke, I knew she was angry. She reviled me for ingratitude in wanting to leave her. She reviewed all her kindnesses to me. I begged and implored and wept."

You turned to glance at him and was immediately mesmerized by his striking features. His long fingers turned a page of the book and he paused as he rallied his voice. Then he plunged back into the story, reading with that smooth tone he would only use whenever he was with you.

Your eyes drifted as he continued to read. His dress shirt was unbuttoned at the top, exposing the smallest and most tantalizing bit of skin. He was sitting with his legs slightly spread apart. His jeans rode up his thighs, creating a path in which your gaze obediently followed. You tangled your legs against his which caused him to stop for a second, sighed, then continued to read. You just loved the feel of his warmth on your skin, you snuggled closer and smiled.

Hanamiya Makoto was the most complicated guy you'd ever encountered, and the fact that you were head over heels for him was something that baffled you each and every day. You guessed it had something to do with the fact that you were rather complicated yourself.

Your eyes wandered over his head, his dark hair was framing his face. And for a moment there, you thought he resembled an angel. (It was a good thing you already knew how his personality was often the complete opposite.)

His brown eyes flattered innocently as he continued his task, his chest rose and fell with each breath. His arm was wrapped snugly around you as both of his hands were holding the book, you being caged inside his arms as if telling everybody (though you were completely alone in your room) that you were his property.

"It is only the desire of my heart, the dream of your slave's life. Here is the price of my freedom, Gracious Lady. Be merciful! Set me free!"

You reached out and pressed a soft kiss on his neck, purposely dragging your lips across his soft, delicious skin. He thickly gulped in response to your teasing. You merely giggled and pecked his cheek.

It was hard to draw yourself away from him, from his voice and from his warmth. But as much as you wanted to listen more to his beautiful voice, you were suddenly overcome by the strong desire to sleep. And before you could prevent it, a big yawn escaped your mouth. You heard him smirked.

"Are we done reading then?" He wondered as he glanced at you, lowering down the book to his lap.

"Your beautiful voice is dragging me to sleep." You replied, eyes closed.

"Don't tell me you're going to sleep all day again? You have homeworks." He preached, his voice a bit hoarse from all the oral reading he had just done for about thirty minutes.

"I don't want to hear that from you, babe." You retorted with a rougish grin.

Hanamiya poked your forehead lightly. "Don't 'babe' me, [First Name]. At least do something productive and stop being a lazy idiot."

You rolled your eyes then clicked your tongue. It was Sunday and you were supposed to have the freedom to do what you want, but your boyfriend here was trying to murder it. Well, it was your fault anyway. You asked him to accompany you since you were rather feeling lonely of having to spend your day-off alone in your apartment.

"Do something productive, you say.." You repeated in a seductive manner as you touched his shirt, grazing over the buttons as you smoothed the wrinkles from it. You could feel his heat radiating through the fabric and it made you giggle again. You could feel his body tensing up with just that simple touch.

He grunted in appreciation as your mouth connected with his neck. Your tongue ducked over the grooves of his collar, sucking delicately on his flushed skin. He tilted his back to allow you more room. The book was dropped helplessly to the floor, and you replaced the space before him with your body as you straddled his hips.

Through your clothes, you could feel the heat of his arousal growing steadily. His hands came around your thighs and he held you in place, bringing you as close as possible. The warmth of your bodies sent jolts of pleasure shooting through him.

"On second thought, I think I want us to do something fun and delicious first, [First Name]. Then we'll deal with your damn assignments later." He said huskily, tugging your shirt over to your head. He tried unclasping your bra but before he could successfuly unhook it, you grabbed his hands and held them down. His thick eyebrows creased in bewilderment. "What?"

You gave him a sinful smirk. "I'll take control this time." Then you leaned closer and whispered into his ear as you unbuttoned his shirt. "I want to hear you helpless and vulnerable. I want to hear your beautiful voice scream my name in ecstasy."

Hanamiya only stared at you in amusement. You were never the dominant type, he knew that. But there was something about you today that tells him he's going to get it. And whatever it was, he couldn't wait for it as he bit on his bottom lip in anticipation and excitement and lust.

"I doubt that, [First Name]." He challenged, his hands stroking your smooth legs. "It was always the other way around. You can't make me scream."

You became extra motivated to do what you had in mind because of what he just said and his challenging smile. "Oh, really? Then be a GOOD BOY and watch me, Hanamiya Makoto."

Your nails scraped down his bare chest, over his tender nipples and around his belly button. They didn't stop until you reached the clasp of his jeans. The button was pulled away easily and before Hanamiya could react, your hand snuck into the confinements of his pants and quieted any and all objections.

He was already hard, but a few strokes of your hand made him harder. He tossed his head back, mesmerized by your touch and his fingers marked your legs in a tough hold. "Damn."

Dragging his erection from his jeans, you praised it with your eyes. It was large and ready, almost painfully so. The sight of it, standing in the air as it was, made you grin wolfishly. You were going to make him scream and nothing could stop you.

You eased yourself down, palming his erection as you went, until your face was mere inches from it. Your eyes flicked back to Hanamiya's. He was staring at you, lust washing through his brown eyes. It sent dangerous shivers down your spine. You knew that stare, that was a stare that tells you you're going to have it rough later. But before that, you wanted to hear his voice scream your name in utmost pleasure.

A faint smirk curled up your lips just before your mouth encircled his width. You took him deeply into your mouth without warning, surprising him at the sheer audicity you used. But you didn't care that Hanamiya was unused to the vulgar sight of you sucking his cock. You didn't care about your assignments. You didn't care that he had a basketball game in an hour. Nothing seemed to matter to you at the moment as you did what you were supposed to do.

His fingers tangled into your hair, drawing you close. He couldn't seem to help it. His head was tilted back but his eyes held yours, unable to break the connection. His back arched when you gave him a particularly harsh suck. He whimpered helplessly.

"Ah, [First Name]. Fuck!"

It sent excited thrills down you so you ran your tongue over his tip and it made him gasp a short, breathy gasp. Soon, your hands decided to make use of themselves. Hanamiya was nothing short of shocked when he felt your fingers beginning to massage his balls, but it made him grit his teeth and he tightened his grip unto your hair.

"You're going to get it, [First Name]! Fuck! I'm tell- nngh! [FIRST NAME]!"

He screamed your name when you gave him a hard suck. He came into your mouth and you drunk him in, swallowing his essence as it shot into your mouth.

Head flipped back, his eyes stared unseeingly at some point above him. It almost looked like he was staring at heaven. He came back down to reality just in time to see the last of his cum disappear into your mouth. He leaned forwards and flipped you down to the mattress, him hovering over you. He stared at you with dangerously renewed lust. "I think it's your time to scream now."

You had no idea how to react even though his actions had been dealt with many times before in the past. He had taken away all your power and all you could ever do was watch him intently as he began to discard all of his clothes. Then he dove into your neck immediately and sucked on your sweet spot which he found instantly, you moaned out his name which sent him grinning darkly. He successfully unclasped your bra this time and threw it away as if he hated the garment. Next was your shorts and panties, he pulled them down together in one swift movement much to your amusement.

"You're naughty today, huh. But I like it, it makes me want to take you over and over again." He pressed his lips to your skin, everywhere he could reach. He twisted your body to his in a more comfortable manner, caught your legs with his and rolled his hips into yours time and time again, as though to prove his sexual bravado.

Was it just you? Or was he feeling more feisty at the moment?

It's your fault anyway. A part of your mind screamed out.

Maybe it was your fault after all.

His hands dug into your hips and dragged your body up to his, allowing more room to press your lower bodies together. You felt heat coiled tightly within your body, spreading and wearing around the core of your being. "Look at me, [First Name]."

Your eyes connected with his, they showed exactly the level of passion he was feeling. Then lowly and huskily, Hanamiya murmured something in a husky yet deep tone. "Scream my name and remind me why I love listening to your voice."

"W-What.." You didn't even had the time to contemplate what he just said because he rolled his hips against yours again. This time, the tip of his cock dug into you. A loud gasp rolled off your tongue and you threw your head back, hopelessly aware that you were under his domain now. Your hands searched him, finally grabbing ahold of his muscular arms as the rest of his thick, swelled manhood pushed into you. Your moan made him thrust as deeply as he could.

He smiled. Then unexpectedly, he leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on your lips. "I love you." He whispered.

No other words were spoken, but there was a silent realization that you were one with him - together, intimately, physically, mentally - and it made you want him all the more. Your hips pounded against him, driving his member far into your heated womanhood. Your moans and whimpers and even screams reverberated through the four corners of your bedroom.

The erotic noises you were making dulled Hanamiya's senses, he leaned down to kiss you wildly. He dragged his fingers down your legs and held you more firmly. Release was coming with every hard thrust. His free hand clasped roughly to one of your bouncing breast and he covered it with his skilled tongue.

"Haaa! M-Makoto!" Your head fell back and his mouth was quick to devour the newfound skin. He sucked and nibbled and bit, leaving purple marks all over your sensitive flesh.

Your bodies moved together passionately without constraint, as though there was hardly any time to waste. His cock twitched within you and you squeezed in retaliation, hearing a sexy grunt flew past his lips before you both fell quickly, darkly, into complete and utter heaven.

You both found solace in the mattress once more, the scent of sex mingling with the clean smell of the sheets. Your chest panted harshly from the exhilarated actions of the past bliss.

Hanamiya glanced at you and pinched your cheek. "Come on, let's get your homeworks done"

"Ugh." You groaned and buried your face against the soft pillow. "Can't I sleep?"

"Shut up, [First Name]. You can sleep all you want after."

"Are you in a hurry?" You asked, glancing at him.

He frowned. "No. I cancelled the game to be with you today."

You beamed and snuggled closer to his chest. "Thank you, Makoto."

"And to help you with your assignments as well." He added then tilted your chin upwards. He smirked then looked deeply into your eyes. "Let's get it done or else.."

You returned his grin. "Or else what?"

"I'll take you once again and this time, from the back."

"Maybe I like that more than solving Math equations."

Laughters echoed inside your room as Hanamiya held you close to his chest and whispered sweet nothings into your ear. You smiled and fell asleep while listening to his beautiful voice telling you how much he loves you..

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I have a one-shot draft for Hanamiya Makoto though, with a darker theme. Darker than Obssessed Demons. Haha. It's "Fifty Shades of Sadism" LOL. But I don't think I have enough guts to post it. Meh.