Ship: Imayoshi/Hanamia Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: tags omitted Other Tags: tags omitted Word Count: 661 words
Exhibitionism, underage, getting other people to be reluctant voyeurs, power play, mild description of gore, sex toys, sadism, masochism, violence - can you tell I had fun writing this? XD Thank you for this prompt, I loved it!
***
"Oh, you naughty boy," Imayoshi tsked as Hanamiya strolled over with faint specks of blood on his shirt cuffs. "What have you been up to now?"
"Nothing, senpai," Hanamiya said with the utmost earnestness. "It was a terrible accident. One of the boys in the basketball club tripped while going down the stairs. I stayed with him until the ambulance came."
Hanamiya settled down next to Imayoshi, well aware of the silence that had fallen on the Student Council Committee the moment that Hanamiya entered, and widened his eyes at Imayoshi.
"It was so horrible. His arm bone was poking out from his arm - it was all white and grisly with blood gushing out--"
Oe of the other student council members made a choking noise and fled. The other two were quick to follow, leaving Imayoshi and Hanamiya alone.
Hanamiya's grin sharpened as he leaned in and cooed into Imayoshi's ear, "And when I put my hand on the bone and yanked, he screamed so sweetly."
Imayoshi shivered and a second later, Hanamiya's hand was in Imayoshi's lap.
*
Hanamiya jogged off the court, sweat dripping down from his hairline and tricklign down the sides of his face. He headed for the locker room, raising his hand to high-five Imayoshi.
Instead, Imayoshi grabbed his wrist and used it as leverage to slam him against the lockers.
"You're such a bad boy," Imayoshi said, the grey glint of his eyes unnerving from behind his glasses. "I told you to leave that one alone."
"Did you, senpai?" Hanamiya cooed, ignoring their discomforted teammates trying to ignore them. "My mistake. I thought it was the blond you wanted spared."
"Brat," Imayoshi said. He pressed tighter, squeezing the delicate bones in Hanamiya's wrists until he could hear them grinding together with a papery scrape. Hanamiya shivered and went limp in Imayoshi's grasp, dangling from his eyes.
It looked like submission but in his eyes, a challenge still glittered.
Imayoshi squeezed harder until Hanamiya's back arched away from the lockers and his tongue slid out, licking over his lips in that odd, half-repulsive, half-sexual manner.
"Senpai," he groaned, breath coming a little quicker. "Is that all you're going to squeeze?"
By now, all their teammates had beat a hasty retreat to the shower room. Imayoshi let go of Hanamiya's wrists and Hanamiya promptly slid to the floor, mouth open and head tilted back already.
"Make it fast," Imayoshi said and slid his hands into Hanamiya's hair instead.
*
"You always know just what people will hate the most," Hanamiya said, the words a half-laugh as he eyed the contraption in Imayoshi's hands. The metal gleamed cold and merciless, the sharpened ends of the prongs looking vicious enough to cut right through Hanamiya's cheeks.
"It's not as if you've ever needed your mouth to hurt anyone," Imayoshi said as he held the gag up to Hanamiya's mouth. There was a moment that Hanamiya could have yanked his head away, that could have said no - but he would never forfeit a point to Imayoshi.
He opened his mouth instead and let the metal slide over his lips. It formed a circle just behind his front roys of teeth, keeping his mouth open, but left his tongue free to move. The sharp prongs that pressed into his cheek were an incentive not to talk, though. The thick smell of new leather rose from the gag and Hanamiya swallowed the saliva that had started to gather in his mouth.
"It suits you," Imayoshi said, his smile malicious. "All the pleasure and none of the pain of having to listen to you talk."
Hanamiya couldn't respond verbally so he punched Imayoshi hard in the groin instead, making him fall back to the ground. He slammed his foot down on Imayoshi's crotch, hard enough to make Imayoshi howl, and then dropped down swiftly to get his hands around Imayoshi's throat.
Imayoshi had been right. Hanamiya didn't need his mouth to hurt people.
FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, M
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 661 words
Exhibitionism, underage, getting other people to be reluctant voyeurs, power play, mild description of gore, sex toys, sadism, masochism, violence - can you tell I had fun writing this? XD Thank you for this prompt, I loved it!
***
"Oh, you naughty boy," Imayoshi tsked as Hanamiya strolled over with faint specks of blood on his shirt cuffs. "What have you been up to now?"
"Nothing, senpai," Hanamiya said with the utmost earnestness. "It was a terrible accident. One of the boys in the basketball club tripped while going down the stairs. I stayed with him until the ambulance came."
Hanamiya settled down next to Imayoshi, well aware of the silence that had fallen on the Student Council Committee the moment that Hanamiya entered, and widened his eyes at Imayoshi.
"It was so horrible. His arm bone was poking out from his arm - it was all white and grisly with blood gushing out--"
Oe of the other student council members made a choking noise and fled. The other two were quick to follow, leaving Imayoshi and Hanamiya alone.
Hanamiya's grin sharpened as he leaned in and cooed into Imayoshi's ear, "And when I put my hand on the bone and yanked, he screamed so sweetly."
Imayoshi shivered and a second later, Hanamiya's hand was in Imayoshi's lap.
*
Hanamiya jogged off the court, sweat dripping down from his hairline and tricklign down the sides of his face. He headed for the locker room, raising his hand to high-five Imayoshi.
Instead, Imayoshi grabbed his wrist and used it as leverage to slam him against the lockers.
"You're such a bad boy," Imayoshi said, the grey glint of his eyes unnerving from behind his glasses. "I told you to leave that one alone."
"Did you, senpai?" Hanamiya cooed, ignoring their discomforted teammates trying to ignore them. "My mistake. I thought it was the blond you wanted spared."
"Brat," Imayoshi said. He pressed tighter, squeezing the delicate bones in Hanamiya's wrists until he could hear them grinding together with a papery scrape. Hanamiya shivered and went limp in Imayoshi's grasp, dangling from his eyes.
It looked like submission but in his eyes, a challenge still glittered.
Imayoshi squeezed harder until Hanamiya's back arched away from the lockers and his tongue slid out, licking over his lips in that odd, half-repulsive, half-sexual manner.
"Senpai," he groaned, breath coming a little quicker. "Is that all you're going to squeeze?"
By now, all their teammates had beat a hasty retreat to the shower room. Imayoshi let go of Hanamiya's wrists and Hanamiya promptly slid to the floor, mouth open and head tilted back already.
"Make it fast," Imayoshi said and slid his hands into Hanamiya's hair instead.
*
"You always know just what people will hate the most," Hanamiya said, the words a half-laugh as he eyed the contraption in Imayoshi's hands. The metal gleamed cold and merciless, the sharpened ends of the prongs looking vicious enough to cut right through Hanamiya's cheeks.
"It's not as if you've ever needed your mouth to hurt anyone," Imayoshi said as he held the gag up to Hanamiya's mouth. There was a moment that Hanamiya could have yanked his head away, that could have said no - but he would never forfeit a point to Imayoshi.
He opened his mouth instead and let the metal slide over his lips. It formed a circle just behind his front roys of teeth, keeping his mouth open, but left his tongue free to move. The sharp prongs that pressed into his cheek were an incentive not to talk, though. The thick smell of new leather rose from the gag and Hanamiya swallowed the saliva that had started to gather in his mouth.
"It suits you," Imayoshi said, his smile malicious. "All the pleasure and none of the pain of having to listen to you talk."
Hanamiya couldn't respond verbally so he punched Imayoshi hard in the groin instead, making him fall back to the ground. He slammed his foot down on Imayoshi's crotch, hard enough to make Imayoshi howl, and then dropped down swiftly to get his hands around Imayoshi's throat.
Imayoshi had been right. Hanamiya didn't need his mouth to hurt people.