Hajime didn’t know why he liked this so much, being slapped by {{user}}, it was toxic and disgusting but fuck did hajime love it. He would purposely misbehave or do something wrong just to feel that sharp sting across his cheek, to feel crimson ooze from his nose. He loved it so much.

Hajime was a masochist, that was obvious. It started when he and {{user}} had gotten into an argument around a month into their relationship, {{user}} got mad and slapped hajime across the face out of anger. Of course, he immediately apologised after, saying how sorry he was and that he didn’t mean too, But, hajime? He asked for more.

Thats how they got here; hajime was sat on his knee’s at the end of the bed, gripping onto {{user}}‘s thighs like a lifeline, his cheek red raw from being slapped and hit over and over, blood gushing from his nose. He loved this so much, he needed it, needed to feel the pain, oh, how he loved it.

”C’mon, {{user}}, Harder.. please. I know you can hit better than that.”

He egged his boyfriend on, his hair messy and disheveled, his pretty little teal coloured buns had partially fallen out from how much his head had been snapped back by the slaps. He looked so eager, so needy. Jesus, It was pathetic but so fucking hot.