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Cursed - Hanma Shuji Oneshot

Title: Cursed Rating: Explicit Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Pairing: Hanma Shuji x Kanae (undescribed oc) Warnings: Sex. Threats (well the threat of setting someone on fire). Swearing. Drinking. Smoking. Slight choking. Slight possessiveness? Word count: 5942 Summary: Kanae hates clubs but a chance meeting on the patio might change her mind...or at least make up for the disaster the night is turning into.

Notes: Unbeta'd. Originally I had planned for this to be Ran, but Hanma took over as I was writing it. I was inspired to finish the club scene I started writing by the anons who complained about writing "sex with cartoon people". Nothing like spite to inspire smut lol. I wasn't planning on naming the character but things got confusing with other unnamed characters hahaha. Also, I've never written Hanma before (except in a long fic I'm working on that's unshared). Regardless, I hope you like it.

She hates clubs.

They’re packed with too many people, the drinks are overpriced and someone is always touching you. It’s never anyone you want either, it's always the creepiest men who seem to emerge from the cracks in the walls to infest the dance floor. And yet…Kanae’s here.

She wishes she was in bed. It’s 10:30 at night and they manage to get in without waiting too long because they had been put on a guest list by a friend of a friend. Apparently, her cousin is the DJ for the night. Kanae didn't entirely believe her, but she doesn’t have to wait in line for hours so she isn't complaining. Especially when she is dressed in an outfit she didn't even get to choose. She bit her tongue and kept her remarks to herself though. It is Kira’s friend’s birthday and Kira picked out the skirt and top Kanae’s in. That didn't mean she could stop herself from fidgeting and trying to ensure her ass isn't showing every time she moves.

"A couple hours," she mutters as she follows the group to the bar. "Just a couple hours and I can go home." Someone hot and far too sweaty leans into her. She grimaces and shoves them away, picking up her pace and wiping off the remains of their perspiration. Gross.

"What do you want to drink?" Kira shouts at her when she finally gets the bartender's attention.

"Vodka tonic!" It's an easy drink and one that no one will really notice when she switches it for water later. Kanae won't have to deal with them realizing she’s not drinking as much. It's not ideal but she prefers someone keep their wits about them and make sure they all get home safely.

She sips at it when it's handed to her, passing over some money as she takes it. It's probably not enough based on the vibe of the place but Kira doesn't say anything. If she needs to pay more, they’ll deal with it another day. Now isn't the time, especially when they can barely hear each other over the thump of the bass.

Once everyone has their drinks, she’s shuffled to the dance floor. She’s not close to the others and finds herself on the outskirts of the group as they dance. Whatever. It’s fine. She closes her eyes and loses herself in the music. The bass vibrates through the air and she practically feels it replace her heartbeat. Regardless of who she’s here with, at least she can dance.

She enjoys it, smiling at the others and letting herself relax to the music…until someone’s hand touches her waist. It’s not uncommon, especially in a place like this when she lets herself relax, but it’s not welcome. She turns to get a look at the person touching her, removing their hand and shaking her head. She thinks she can hear someone laughing behind her, but she ignores it, making sure the man doesn’t touch her again. He tries, but after she pushes him back, he retreats.

She turns back to the group she’s with. A couple of them have disappeared, including Kira, and she’s left with strangers she recognizes from the group. They smile, but they mostly focus on dancing with each other, shifting subtly to exclude her. She’s not sure if they mean it or not, she doesn’t know them well enough to judge, but she takes the hint anyway. She leaves, heading for the bathroom, or at least outside to get some air. Whichever she finds first. She keeps an eye out for Kira but the mesh of bodies pressing together mixed with the strobe lighting makes it near impossible to make anyone out at this level.

The bouncer at the door tells her if she leaves, she has to wait in line again, but that there’s an outside patio back the way she came. She considers leaving, but she should at least find Kira and make another appearance. At least while Kira’s still sober enough to remember her being there.

“Thanks,” she tells the bouncer and heads back inside.

She just needs a minute.

A minute to herself before she dives back in trying to find her friend again and being faced with the girls they came with. It’s nothing against Kira, but the group has turned out to be a bunch of bitches.

Kanae managed to find them again by sheer luck, shoving her way to them back on the dance floor. Kira hugged her tightly before swaying with her, trying to get her to dance. She stumbled, still unused to the heels she was forced in with the additional weight and force of Kira, and bumped into one of the birthday girl’s friends. Kanae apologized for it and the girl smiled back and waved her off. Not even a minute passed before the same girl bumped back into her, this time spilling part of her drink on her. Luckily it missed most of her outfit, splashing mainly on her shoes, but the smile on her face was clearly fake and her friend next to her laughed.

Kanae took a deep breath, trying to stay calm before she left for the bathroom to clean herself up. It didn’t take too long. One of the strangers in the line offered her a couple of napkins from her purse and told her there was seating on the same patio the bouncer told her about. It’s a sad state if the strangers in line at the bathroom were nicer than the people she came with. She gave the girl a smile and thanked her for the napkins before making her way outside.

Which is where she is now.

She’s not exactly hiding, even if she’s sitting on one of the benches alone and fairly certain that none of the others know where she is. Her phone is silent so it’s not like anyone is looking for her yet. She ignores the few others on the patio, taking the time to carefully wipe off any of the remaining liquid from her feet and shoes while trying to make sure she’s not accidentally flashing someone.

“What a bitch,” she mutters.

“The shoe?”

Kanae looks up at the voice. One of the people who had been here when she walked in is standing before her. He seems incredibly tall but she’s sitting and bent over so she’s not inclined to fully believe her eyes. He is handsome, even if he’s smoking and looking a little overdressed in a suit. Who wears a suit to a club?

“Yes,” she says, completely deadpan. “You know how it is, put on a cursed shoe and have to deal with it trying to bleed on you.”

He grins, not at all put off by her attitude. A small breeze blows, cooling the sweat that’s still on her skin and wafting over the smoke of his cigarette and the scent of his cologne. It’s a strange mix but not a bad one. “Did you know it was cursed before you wore it?”

She stares at him, unsure if he’s completely serious or actually willing to play along with her. “You know what?” she says, slipping her heel back on and putting her foot down. “I didn’t. You see, the first one I put on was fine, but the second? Cursed.”

“Did you buy them from a witch?”

“They were a gift actually. Should have been the first warning sign.”

He laughs at that before crouching down so that he’s at her eye level. His hair is a mix of blond and black, styled to the side. “So what really happened? It’s too clean to actually be blood.”

“It’s still early,” she mutters, thinking of the girl who purposefully spilt her drink.

“It is,” he agrees.

Kanae meets his eyes which seem to shine in the low light. There’s something dangerous about him. She can’t place it, but there’s a warning sign blaring in the back of her mind telling her she should tell him she’s not interested. It might be the tattoos she can make out now that he’s closer or the long earring that hangs off of one ear. She bites at her lip, considering if she wants to answer him. She shouldn’t, but in the last five minutes he’s been more interesting than the rest of the night put together, and honestly, she’d rather have this excuse than have to go back inside. Maybe she should just go home.

“Well?” he asks again, taking a drag of his cigarette.

“Someone spilt a drink,” she admits.

“On purpose?”

“Depends.”

He’s trying not to smile, but he raises his eyebrows waiting for her to elaborate. “On?”

“Whether I believe her apology or smile.” She sighs and closes her eyes for a moment, feeling the way the bass vibrates through the floor. She opens them when she feels the man in front of her move. He stands back up on his feet before sitting down next to her. His thigh presses into hers as he turns to face her. “Was it your drink?”

“No. Hers.”

“Was she jealous?”

“Of what? My two left feet?”

“Thought you were cursed.”

“I am. Unfamiliar heels, an outfit I didn’t choose and a birthday for a friend who’s not even mine? Sounds like a curse to me.”

“Hmm,” he leans a little closer as he flicks his cigarette away. “Want me to break it?”

“And how are you going to do that? A kiss?”

He grins. “Do you want one? Or do you want revenge?”

“Revenge?” She blinks, suddenly far more interested. “How would I get revenge?”

“With me.” He stands and offers one of his hands. “Come.”

“Well, when you ask so nicely, how can I resist?” she drawls, taking the time to fix her shoes out of spite. She looks up at him. “You haven’t even introduced yourself.”

“Neither have you.”

She presses her lips together, weighing her options, but the desire to find out what type of revenge he meant wins. She takes his hand.

“Good,” he nods. He easily lifts her to her feet, nearly sending her stumbling forward into him. His arm wraps around her waist, steadying her. He is definitely taller than her, even in her heels. “Careful.”

“Maybe you should be more gentle.”

“Not my style,” he tells her. He moves, keeping a hand on the small of her back as he guides her back inside. He laughs as he watches her nose scrunch up at the wall of noise that greets them as he opens the door.

“I have to find them!” Kanae yells, trying to get him to hear her. He motions for her to follow him, leading her up a slightly hidden set of stairs that were blocked by a guard. The guard lets them pass, nodding to the man guiding her. She frowns but follows.

At the top of the stairs is what can be considered a VIP area. It’s large and open but somehow slightly quieter, the music dimmed by the glass that sections them off from the main club. She wonders how she didn’t see it when she was looking around as they first arrived. There are others in the area and they seem to perk up as she’s walked in.

“What do you want to drink,” he asks, leaning down so his lips are by her ear.

“Vodka tonic,” she says, already planning on not drinking it.

“Go find your friends,” he motions to the window. He leaves her, greeting others and heading to an area she assumes is where they get their drinks.

She ignores it, walking towards the window. The people look smaller and it’s almost impossible to catch sight of her friends except for the way the dress the birthday girl wore manages to sparkle in the light. They don’t even seem to notice that she’s gone. Figures. She should have left Kira to attend by herself.

A hand touches her waist and she turns to see the man standing there, offering her the drink. It looks and smells like a vodka tonic, but she’s not that stupid. She pretends to take a sip.

“Thanks.”

He looks like he knows but he doesn’t press. “Find them?”

“There,” she points out the birthday girl. “See the sparkly dress? Just to the left of the bar and about five people away from it? She’s the birthday girl. There are maybe five of them plus Kira.”

“Kira?”

“My friend. She’s the one who asked me to come. She’s the blond next to the birthday girl.”

“Who dumped the drink on you?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know her name. She had short hair, like to her chin?” she motions to it. “Blue dress.”

He nods before motioning to someone. She turns to look but her attention is redirected to the man beside her as he reaches out to touch her chin and turn her back to him. “Eyes on me.”

“Or what? Another curse?”

He grins at that. “You ever consider your luck? First a curse and now me?”

“Why? Are you the villain?”

“Not to you.”

Her eyebrows rise at that turn of phrase. “Still don’t know your name.”

He leans down, mouth pressing against the corner of hers, a mockery of a kiss. “Shuji. Hanma Shuji. You’ll want to remember it.”

“Oh?”

“Tell me yours.”

She gives it, watching the way his lips move as he repeats it back. She kind of wants to make him say it over again. His eyes seem darker in this light, but she’s not sure if it’s the room or the promises that fill it.

“Oi!” Their attention is pulled from each other by the voice that calls out. “You gonna introduce us?” One of the others in the room is standing, looking toward them. He’s not as tall as Hanma but his grin is just as sharp.

“No,” Hanma says. “But she has friends.”

“I don’t know if I’d call them friends,” she mutters more to herself than anything.

His grip on her waist tightens as she hears familiar voices chattering and getting louder. That was fast. He turns her towards the entrance and she follows, letting herself sink in further against him as the group she came here with is escorted in.

“There’s the bitch,” he murmurs in her ear as they all arrive. She snorts and instantly covers her mouth, trying not to laugh. The other girls look around impressed but Kira manages to see her first and breaks away to come towards her.

“Hey! I was looking for you!”

Kanae raises her eyebrows. “You were?”

“Yeah, they said you went to the bathroom.” Kira nods back to the others who are giggling and trying to look like they belong. “Looks like you got off track.”

She grins at that because Kira, for all her obliviousness when it comes to her friend groups, is still a good friend and one of the few people who gives her the same snark back. “Just a bit. I went out to the patio and ended up meeting Hanma. He brought me here.” She nods at the man next to her who still hasn’t let go.

“Couldn’t let her hide and leave, now could I?”

Kira looks at him, slightly suspicious. “Leave?”

“Yes,” he says. “Said a friend dropped a drink on her. Ruined her night.”

“I didn’t say that!”

He yanks her into him, causing her to stumble. “No? Wasn’t that why I found you wiping off your heels?”

“Stop causing problems,” she says, scowling at him.

He leans down and grins. “I haven’t even started yet.”

Kanae’s saved from responding when the rest of the group seems to realize she’s there and close with one of the men in the room. The other men haven’t come near yet, sitting together and watching the events of this group of women encroaching on their space.

“We thought you left,” the birthday girl says as they reach them.

“No, not yet.”

“I stole her. Sorry,” Hanma says, not sounding apologetic at all. “How are you enjoying the club?”

“It’s wonderful,” the girl who spilt the drink on Kanae says, smiling widely at him. “It’s one of my favourite clubs. My cousin’s DJing tonight.”

Oh, Kanae thinks. So it was her that got them on the guest list. Of course it was.

“That right?” Hanma asks, letting go of her to pull out another cigarette. He smirks at the expression on Kanae’s face but it doesn’t stop him from lighting it. “Hold this for me.” He hands her his lighter.

She frowns but takes it, hand wrapping around the cool metal.

He looks back at the women she came here with. “You girls want something to drink?” He leaves when they agree and she finds herself quickly surrounded by Kira and her friends.

“How do you know him?”

“He’s hot! Where did you meet?”

“Do you know who he is?”

The last question captures her attention. “What?”

It’s the birthday girl who asked, looking surprisingly serious for the moment. Kira looks just as confused as she is.

“He’s the–”

“Here you are!” she’s cut off by his return. He motions for a waitress who followed him to hand out shots. “I got shots, hope you don’t mind, to celebrate. It’s your birthday, right?” he motions to the birthday girl. She looks surprised that he knows but nods as she takes it. They’re handed out to everyone and the girls all cheers and wish the girl a happy birthday.

Kanae uses the moment to set down the vodka tonic she’s not drinking but takes the shot and follows along. It burns the back of her throat and she regrets it as soon as it settles in her stomach. She hands back the shot glass to the waitress, but the woman doesn’t leave once she has them all. Hanma takes the last glass on the tray before motioning her to go. It’s larger than even her vodka tonic.

His eyes meet hers as he stands behind the group and her mouth drops open as she watches him raise the glass…and pour it on the head of the girl with the DJ cousin. The one who faked accidentally stumbling to spill her drink.

The girl screeches and turns towards him. “What the fuck? Why did you do that?” Some of the other men are laughing but Hanma has yet to take his eyes off of her.

“Go ahead,” he nods towards Kanae. “Light her up.”

“What?”

The girl bursts into tears and Kanae’s suddenly very aware of the warning the birthday girl was trying to give her, the same warning she ignored on the patio. The lighter in her hand feels ten times heavier with the expectation of his words.

She doesn’t look away from him though, cataloguing everything she knows in the back of her mind as she crosses her arms. “Inside?” she asks, slightly incredulously. “That’s a terrible idea. She’d run and catch everything else on fire.”

His gaze burns into her as he moves forward, the group of girls parting as if they can’t get away fast enough. Kanae’s vaguely aware of the way they basically flee the area, and how the other men look towards Hanma but don’t stop them. Only Kira remains, hovering at the stairs, uncertain whether or not to leave her. “That your only concern?”

“It’s one of them. A spilled drink isn’t enough to warrant setting someone on fire.”

“No?” He sounds a little breathless as he gets close, his chest nearly touching hers. “What is?”

“I don’t know,” she admits. “Never had the urge before.”

“Not yet.”

“Not yet,” Kanae agrees.

He leans down as his hand slips to the back of her neck. He tilts her head up to meet him, mouth slanting across hers, as his other arm loops around her waist and pulls her into him. She kisses him back. It’s easy with the way his hands grip her, holding her in place against him. The kiss deepens and she can taste the alcohol and smoke on his tongue.

His hand moves lower. Her breath hitches at the feeling of his fingers brushing the edge of her skirt, sliding under until she grabs his wrist to stop him from going higher.

“Hmm?” He pulls back just enough to lay warm and wet kisses against her neck. It’s almost enough to distract her but her grip tightens when his hand tries to move again.

“Not here.”

He nips at her throat. “Fine.” His eyes meet hers as he moves back and she lets go when his hand finally moves from under her skirt. He doesn’t stop touching her. Instead, he moves to wrap an arm around her waist, guiding her back towards the stairs. Kira is gone. She barely gets a chance to think about where they went because she’s ushered out a door she definitely didn’t see before. It leads to a back entrance where there’s a car waiting.

She knows this is a bad idea. Especially after what happened upstairs, but the way his hand stays on her, his body continuing to brush against hers, drives all rational thought out.

She barely has a moment to settle herself in the backseat before he’s sliding in next to her. The only reason his legs aren’t cramped is because of the way the car is laid out, meant to provide more space in the back. He grabs her before she can find her seatbelt, pulling her with ease onto his lap.

Her skirt rides up as she straddles him but he doesn’t give her a chance to think about it. Instead, his mouth is on hers again. His hand slides up the back of her shirt, warm against her skin as he presses her closer.

His other hand tightens around the back of her neck, as though he can control the kiss and keep her there. He kisses her like he’s threatening to devour her, to consume everything that she has while making it worth her while. It’s easy to lose herself in it, to forget the way he wanted her to set someone on fire because they spilled a drink on her. The promise of revenge, of humiliating someone who was purposefully cruel to her, makes the taste of him addicting. How rare is it to have someone who can keep up with her, to help her even if it’s in an unconventional way? The thought of it helps her choose to rock her hips against his, to chase the pleasure that sparks down her spine.

His grip tightens, thumb on her neck digging into her pulse point. The strength of his hands is enough to make her shiver. His hand on her back moves lower, guiding her to rock against him. She can feel him hardening under her, even in his suit. She moves one of her hands to grip the lapel of his jacket and the other digs into his hair. He groans into her mouth, bucking up against her. She whines in return. It’s not enough.

The car stops.

Neither of them notice, not with the way he’s trying to burn himself into her, how she’s trying to press closer to chase herself off of a precipice. It’s only when the driver knocks that they pull apart.

Kanae tries to catch her breath. He shifts, moving her off of his lap and adjusting himself before checking to see if she’s slightly presentable. She pulls her skirt back down, aware of the way he’s watching her, before nodding. He gets out first, offering her a hand. She takes it, allowing him to pull her up with ease before his hand is back on her. The warmth of it seeps through her clothes to her skin.

She’s led past more security to an elevator. The doors barely even close before he’s kissing her again. Her back is pushed against the cool marble as he presses himself into her. She feels impossibly small but she’s not threatened. Not even when his teeth nip at her lips before moving across her cheek and down her neck. He sucks and bites at her skin, soothing the burn with his tongue before doing it again. She thinks he’s trying to mark her, not that he needs to. It’s not as though she’s about to forget this night. Still, her hand is back in his hair, nails scraping gently against his scalp. His thigh moves between her legs and he pulls her closer to him until she’s almost perched on his leg. She can’t stop herself from rocking against it, searching for the delicious friction she knows it can provide.

The elevator door opens. She doesn’t get a chance to move. He lifts her, hand on her thigh and guides her to wrap her legs around his waist. He kisses her again.

She doesn’t know how they get into his apartment. Lights come on as he walks through, hand on her ass and still carrying her with ease, but her focus is only on the man still kissing her. She breaks it to scrape her teeth against his jaw, enjoying the way he falters slightly.

“Fuck,” he mutters before finally letting her go. Her body drags against his until her feet are on the floor. His hands are pulling at her shirt, lifting it above her head and throwing it off to the side. Her bra follows just as fast. He cups her breasts, thumbs brushing against her nipples like he’s done it a thousand times before. She bites back the moan, watching as his eyes seem to darken further.

“On the bed,” he nods towards her. She glances back, taking in the large bed that’s made and how it sits with the headboard pressed up against the wall. It’s neat and organized, completely contrasting the chaos she knows he inhabits. Kanae takes the chance to unzip her skirt, letting it fall and she kicks off her heels before she sits on the edge of the bed.

Hanma has already tossed his suit jacket on a chair and she finds herself fascinated by the way that he moves. The shirt is unbuttoned, showing the muscles she felt when she was pressed against him. It’s different to see it though.

He grins as his eyes meet hers, realizing she’s watching him. He kicks off his pants once they’re undone and she finds herself scrambling back on the bed as he stalks forward once naked. His hand, the one tattooed with punishment, grabs her ankle and yanks, pulling her back towards him.

“Not running from me now, are ya?”

“Where would I go?” she asks softly. He leans forward until she’s lying back on the bed and he’s above her, holding himself up with one arm.

“Where indeed?”

The hand on her ankle trails up her leg, callused fingers scraping against soft skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake. She keeps her eyes on him, slightly breathless as his fingers reach her inner thigh. The anticipation is killing her. Amusement glints in his eyes because he pulls back, moving his hand to her hip and sliding it up. It feels encompassing and yet not enough.

“Are you going to touch me?” she asks, trying to bite back the way she wants more.

“I am touching you.” He lowers himself, pressing closer against her. The weight of him is comfortable but not enough. She opens her legs, hooking one around his waist to guide him closer. “Want more, princess?”

“Well if you can’t handle it, I can take care of myself.”

He laughs at that before the hand that was tracing nonsensical patterns against her skin holds her throat and his grip tightens. “Careful what you say to me, princess. Might take you up on that. You want me to take care of you?”

She nods, a strange mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through her. He’s not hurting her, but the point is made.

“Ask me, baby. Beg.”

“Please,” she sounds breathless, but he’s rocking his hips against hers in a slow torturous motion. “Please, Hanma.”

“Gotta say my name, Princess. Do it right.”

“Shuji, please.”

“Hmm?” he leans down, nose brushing against her cheek. “Please what? Use your words.”

“Please, Shuji. Fuck me.”

He kisses her hard. Her hands run over his shoulders, holding him close as he presses closer. When they break for air, as she kisses his cheek, his jaw, anything she can reach, he nips at her neck again before shifting and going lower.

Her breath catches in her throat at the feeling of his mouth encompassing a nipple. He drags his teeth over it before soothing it with his tongue. Her hand grips the back of his head to keep him there. His hand moves between her legs, trying to slip under her underwear before getting frustrated. She feels the way it pulls before hearing the rip and realizing what he’s done.

“Hey!” her protest is diverted as he sucks hard. It turns into a whine, and the thought of her destroyed underwear is quickly shoved to the back of her mind when his fingers move between her legs. He shifts to give himself more room, pressing forward until he finds her clit. Her head falls back and she loses herself to the sensation of his mouth and hands.

He presses his fingers into her, curling them, moving and adding another until she’s gripping his hair, her stomach tightens and she finds herself thrown off the edge into an orgasm. It’s the fastest that it’s hit and it leaves her breathless and almost in shock.

Shuji moves back, taking the time to observe her. “That good?” He asks, grinning at her. She stares at him for a moment, confused at the way he seems to enjoy watching her fall apart.

“Just a bit,” she breathes.

“We’re not done.” He moves and pulls her with him until he’s lying on his back and she’s straddling his waist. “Well?” his hands rest on her hips. “Show me what you want.”

He’s almost insufferable but she can’t help but appreciate the way he makes his demands. She leans forward, kissing him gently before pulling back before he can deepen it again. “Condom?”

He nods towards the nightstand and she tries not to roll her eyes at the fact that he has them stored there. How many other girls has he taken home? She shoves the thought out of her mind. It’s none of her business and it’s not like she’s sticking around to care.

It takes a bit of maneuvering and she has to tear open the wrapper with her teeth, but she enjoys the way he groans as she rolls the condom on. She readjusts herself before pressing herself onto him. His grip tightens almost painfully and he swears under his breath. She has to remind herself to breathe as she sinks down. It’s a small kindness, she realizes, to let her adjust to him in this position.

“Fuck,” she mutters. She rocks her hips slowly, revelling in the feeling of being so full, of knowing that he’s breaking because of her. It makes her moan seeing how he’s trying to hold back. She starts to chase the tension that is building back up. It’s too slow.

He agrees because in moments, his hands are gripping her again, forcing her on her back before his arm is hooked under her leg and he’s pushing in again. His pace is steady but quick, he kisses her, demanding her attention even as her eyes close to the feeling of him. Her orgasm is fast approaching and all she can do is reach for him, trying to hold herself steady. Her nails dig hard into his skin but he doesn’t tell her to stop.

“So fucking good,” he says, leaning forward to push her legs closer to her chest. “Knew you would be.” She bites at his lip for that and he laughs before kissing her. She tastes blood but his pace increases and he moves until his fingers press against her clit.

His touch is rough but the tension breaks and she tries not to scream, especially as it’s drawn out as he keeps going. His thrusts quicken, chasing his own release. One of his hands finds its way back to her throat. He holds her there, fingers pressing into the sides. Her eyelids flutter, the feeling increasing the remnants of her orgasm until his hand moves to the back of her neck and pulls her up so he can kiss her again.

He groans into her mouth, hips stuttering against hers as he finally reaches his peak. He pulls back, just enough that his mouth is barely an inch away and they’re breathing each other’s air as they both try to catch their breaths. Her body feels as though it’s been electrified, sparks running under her skin where he still touches her.

He slowly releases her leg, setting it back down, his hand running over it lightly before he pulls out. She feels the loss of him instantly, half wanting him back and half aware that she is exhausted. It’ll hit all at once. She knows that.

She tries to force herself to sit up as he gets up and disposes of the condom. She mentally wonders what it would cost to get a taxi back. She has to contact Kira and find out if she made it home safely.

“Here,” a wet cloth smacks her in the face.

She grabs it, scowling at the man who stands before her, unashamed in his nakedness. It’s awkward now that it’s over. It always is. “You didn’t have to throw it.”

“You should have caught it.”

She decides not to comment back on that and instead takes the opportunity to clean herself up. She moves to the edge of the bed but before she can start, Shuji kneels before her and takes the cloth. She stares in stunned satisfaction as he carefully wipes up the remnants of their sex. It makes her breath catch with how sensitive she is. He throws it back towards the bathroom and stands.

“Do you know where my phone is?”

“Why?”

She tried not to look exasperated. “So I can call a cab and check on my friend.”

He laughs softly before he bends down so his face is in front of hers. “Who said we were done? Get up. I’ll pull off the top sheet and then you’re getting into the bed.”

“I am?”

“That’s right, princess. I told you, I’m not done with you.” He pulls her up and she looks up at him. She’s shorter without her heels and now he seems impossibly tall. He yanks the top layer off of the bed before pulling back the rest and nodding toward her. She turns towards it, looking at the way his bed now seems to suit him before wondering if she really wants to do this.

A sharp sting on her ass makes her yelp as he smacks it.

“Get in, Kanae,” he orders.

She scowls but does. The sheets are softer than anything she has at home.

He climbs in after her, pulling the sheets back up to cover them. His arm wraps around her and pulls her close. “Rest. You’ll need it.”

“Yes sir,” she mutters sarcastically, already sinking into her exhaustion. She’s warm and comfortable. Whatever she wakes up to is tomorrow’s problem. Not today’s.

“Hmm, could get used to that,” he teases.

“Not a chance.”

“We’ll see.”

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featuring + contains ;; — GN! reader x hanma shuji, kisaki, readers a former delinquent.

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" make yourself useful for once and just pick them up for me. " a stern and annoyed voice vibrated out of the device he held up to his ear. he rolled his eyes, " when i started helping you out, i did it so that i would have fun. not so id run your shitty book errands. "

" you'll get your fun, this is only a one time favour, anyway, " the voice sighs, " i don't have time to pick them up today, and i need them soon. " hanma mutters a fed up whatever as he hangs up on him, undoubtedly moody. he shoves his phone into the pocket of his hoodie, walking up the few steps in front of the library. pushing open the door, the bell chimes as to let you know someone had entered. looking up from your dark fantasy novel, you greet the new face with a welcoming smile.

it wasn't often you'd get new people visiting. it wasn't that the library was failing, it was just that it was normally the same faces coming around to return or borrow a book. as you left behind your obsession of adrenaline, you found yourself spending extra hours in the cosy building. the scent of the fairly old books brought you comfort as the place was overall soft on the eyes. colours of beige, cream white and autumn colours blending together with the wooden shelves with piled up books going from years back, it was simply a nice place to spend your time. and you were getting payed for it too, so there was that.

you were only sixteen, meaning the job was part time, but even on the days and hours you weren't working you couldn't help but pop in every so often.

you redirected your gaze to the printed words of ink on the cream white sheets, turning the page when necessary. you drove out the occasional noises of footsteps and books being taken out their shelves, the bell ringing as people came and left. once you notice someone coming closer to the desk you were at, you put in your bookmark to keep track of the page you were on as you put the book to the side.

you looked up at the person in front of you, blinking at his height as you returned to your senses and gave him a small smile. "i dont think ive seen you here before, are you new to the area? " you ask softly as you take the book and begin to scan it, "nah, im just getting a couple books for a guy i know. im not a big fan of reading. "

" no? there a reason, or is it just not for you? " you carry on leading the conversation with light small talk, which he doesn't seem to mind, " i guess. ive tried getting into it once or twice but i was never able to find something i enjoyed. "

you laugh, " i bet i can name a book you'd like just by looking at you. "

" really? " he asks curiously, tilting his head to the side as he returns your grin, " i mean, you can try. " he offers as you look him up and down, eyes settling at the punishment and sin tattoos on his hands for a while longer than the rest of him as an idea pops into your head, " maybe.. the dawn of the dead? "

" no. "

" you've only heard the title and you're already shutting me down? " you laugh quietly, " i can tell i won't like it. " he announces as you shake your head, " shut up, we have a copy here somewhere. " you say as you get out of your seat, walking towards one of the book cases with him lazily trailing behind you.

you skim the bookshelf as your finger ghosts over the many spines until you find the book you had named, you let out a hum of accomplishment as you find it and gently pull it out of its place. you hold it put towards the taller male as he takes it, flipping it around as he reads the blurb.

".. alright, maybe ill give it a try. " he laughs as you smile proudly, " you won't regret it. its a great book, but its a shame that there's no sequel. " you pout as you remember yourself searching it up in search for one, only for find none. he chuckles to himself whilst noting, " they must really enjoy reading if it upsets them that much. "

"it better be good or ill burn down this library, " he half-joked as you blinked, concerned, " come near here with a lighter and ill knock you to next week, but! its so good that im not worried about a sudden pyromaniac showing up at night. " you poke fun at him as he begins to look even more interested, " id pay to have u try knock me up like you say you will. " he teases as you snicker, " i could if i wanted, rea- "

you're cut off as you instinctively dodge a fist thrown towards your face, you frown, "what was that for?" you ask, annoyed. " so you ain't all talk, huh? "

" i hope you didn't actually mean to knock me out. " you groan as he puts up his hands in mock defeat, " what? you dont trust me? " he asks as you sigh, " ive known you for a little under ten minutes, how would i know? " you answer his question with one of your own as he returns your sigh, yet a shit eating grin was still plastered on his face. " how heartless of you, and to think we were beginning to form a bond. " he places a hand on his heart as you lightly punch his shoulder, " maybe i should've recommended you some cheesy romance instead. "

" follow me, let me get your name down. " you say as you walk back towards your desk, opening a draw and taking out a book as you flipped to the most recent page with an empty name, " aah.. whats your name? " you ask, looking up at him, " hanma shuji. " you nod as you scribble down his name, writing the name of the novel next to it along with the date.

" both of us should get going now, my shifts ended and the libraries meant to be closed in a few minutes. " you say as you begin to gather your few items, putting them in a bag that you hung over your shoulder. he hummed in acknowledgement as the two of you walked out, you locked the door of the library as you turned to him, " well then, bye, hanma! " you wave as you smile and walk away, " bye- " he started as he realised he didn't know your name, " wait!- "

but you had already left. he sighed as he turned, beginning to walk as he saw kisaki coming towards him, " i came myself because you took so long. " he sighed as he looked at the book hanma held, noticing it not being one of the ones he told him to get, " where are the books? " he asks as hanma laughs.

" damn. i forgot. "

"what? " kisaki asks as hanma shrugs, grinning. " i said i forgot. was too busy talking to the librarian. " he said as kisaki stared at him with a mix of disbelief and annoyance, " what, you talking to someone like a normal person? i personally find that hard to believe. " he says.

" nah, they were cool. 'round our age, a fighter. complete nerd, though. pretty cute. " he described as he walked, " what, you mean y/n? " kisaki raises an eyebrow as hanma grins, " so that was their name? "

he carries on thinking to himself as he notices kisaki still being annoyed at him forgetting his stupid books, " alright, alright. ill get you em tomorrow. "

he honestly only said he would go back the next day so that he could talk with you more.

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Afterglow

First timeline Hanma Shuji.

Warnings: smut, cherry popping, unprotected sex, fingering, prostitution, mentions of blood, slight dubcon, breeding kink if you squint, slight obsession, abuse/violence, slight angst, fluff at the end. MDNI - respectfully, GO AWAY!

Sitting in a large private room with a round table at a restaurant, Hanma Shuji could only smirk as the man in front of him begged him for forgiveness. “Please…I can pay it back. I will give all my earnings, just don't take my sister.” The man cried. His pleas fell on deaf ears. “You shouldn't bet what you don’t have.” Hanma laughed. The rest of the men laughed as well at the man’s pathetic attempt to keep the reaper from taking what he��s owed. “Toman will be collecting shortly…” He pauses and looks past the man and at the doorway behind him. His golden iris glowed with excitement at what or should we say who walked through the door. The innocent little dove that had no clue what was happening just so happened to be you. “(B/N), I got your text…what’s going on?” You question softly with a bit of worry on your tongue. Hanma’s mischievous giggle made you look up in his direction, it sent a small chill down his spine - you were radiating in pure innocence. The look of horror on your brother’s face when he noticed the reaper’s eyes land on your figure became noticeable.

Apparently, your brother put you down as collateral for a bet he couldn’t afford to lose. Did he win? Of course not. “Ohh…That’s quite fucked up. Putting your little sister up.❤️” The tall lanky male said with a wicked chuckle and smile, he began to walk towards you both. You thought you heard wrong, did he just say that your brother put you up, up for what?! “W-what is he talking about?” You ask as your body begins to tremble. “Are they forcing you to do something? If so, we can figure it out - I’ll get another job and pay-'' The tall male’s hand covered your mouth, muffling your words. Your brother couldn’t even look you in the eye. “(Y/N), I’m so sorry.” He said and was too ashamed of what he just did. He wanted to protest but he had no right, he put you in this position and single handley sold you off to Toman.

Looking down at the hand that kept you from speaking, you noticed the large tattoo on it. It read punishment (罰), the irony in seeing this only made your heart drop. You were going to be punished for someone else’s mistake. “Now, wave goodbye to your dear brother.” The man said and grabbed your wrist with his left hand and made you wave. Reading the tattoo on his left hand, you see that it reads sin (罪). The gears began to turn slowly inside your head. It made you nauseous - Hanma Shuji was the one taking you. He was known as the most ruthless and heartless person ever. You’ve heard the stories about Toman. Murder, extortion, fraud, gambling and expanding their territory into prostitution - he was all part of it.

After kicking your brother out and registering you as Toman’s property - he leads you towards the back of the building and lets you know you are getting escorted to your new ‘home’. Before the car arrived, your eyes were shifting every now and then between the doorway and Hanma. Despite the way people described him, it did him no justice - yes he was a monster but he was very handsome too. Golden eyes, black and gold tresses with rounded specs. You were staring a little too long at him that he got the wrong idea. Before you could even think about asking him a question, he spoke curtly. “Don’t even try it, a pretty thing like you needs to be in one piece for your assessment.” That twisted smile on his face had your knees shaking. He thought you were going to beg him to release you or that you were going to try and make a run for it.

Once the car arrived, he threw you in the back seat rather forcefully. You gasped and landed almost face first into the leather seats, with your ass hanging in the air - he got quite the view. When you managed to adjust yourself and the car began to pull away from the building, you spotted your older brother slouching on the street. He looked broken yet glad… The sight of him like this made your chest hurt. You began to cry when the anger bubbled over. You were angry at him and felt sorry for him. Did you not make enough to keep a roof over your heads? Why didn’t he come to you sooner instead of going to Toman? The thoughts were racing inside your head and your hands were trembling. Hanma startled you when he spoke. “Don’t you dare feel bad for him. He’s the reason you’re in this position. And the reason you will be raped over and over by men who don’t give a shit about you and your brother’s debt.” That maniacal tone made your blood run cold. He was right. You were sold off and will have to use your body to pay back every cent with interest.

The rest of the car ride remained quiet until you arrived at an office building. “Come on sweetheart…time to assess your worth.” His words only made the pain in your chest worse. Based on the building, it looked like a private practice office but there were a lot of Toman’s underlings with other women. Some of the women had bruises on their faces or gauze wrapped around what you could only assume were wounds. Faint sounds of coughing and sneezing made you almost forget that you were at an irregular doctor’s office…ohhhh. This is what he meant by assessment, you were going to be given a complete physical. Walking down the hall, The comments along the way amongst the other men were sickening. ‘You think we'll be able to fuck her?’ ‘Fuck, I want to eat her out.’ ‘Look at the tits on her…she’ll sell very nicely.’ ‘I wonder what pricing Kisaki will have on her.’ More and more these cruel comments made your body tremble. Hanma remained behind you with a firm hand on your shoulder to keep you from running. It would be foolish to even try. Your vision began to get blurry as tears welled in your eyes, the life you knew was over.

Hanma pulled you into one of the examination rooms and you were met with a doctor, he looked…well, normal except he had a cast on his arm. Soon his normal appearance became distorted when he smiled - the disturbing smile on his face made you pause. Hanma nudged you. “Come on now sweetheart….it’s just protocol. We need to assess our new merchandise.❤️” That fucked up playful tone made a chill run down your spine. He made you step forward and he closed the door behind him. “Ah, you’re the new girl, welcome.” His tone was heavy and you could also feel him looking through your clothes. You turned to look at Hanma and he only smirked at you, he was going to be here the entire time this man put his hands on you.

You were instructed to take your clothes off, you figured you were going to get a gown but the doctor said no. They needed to assess all of you. In nothing but your undergarments, you tried to cover yourself as best as possible but Hanma flashed you a look of disapproval. “What are you going to do to me?” You ask the doctor and stand in place. The doctor took out his clipboard and began taking notes, shifting his gaze between you and the clipboard, he didn’t answer your question. “Stand up straight and let your hands fall to your sides.” He said almost sweetly. When you hesitated, you saw Hanma walk towards your direction, his eyebrows were furrowed and his golden eyes were burning into you. His hands reached to grip yours and forcefully set them in place. It hurt, your wrists were turning red from the amount of force he was using. “Sorry dollface, Kisaki hates wasting time.” That faux apologetic tone made you sick.

“He’ll need to take your measurements - you see, he broke my arm last week.” The doctor says smiling and hands Hanma the fabric measuring tape. His cold hands made your breath hitch. It made him chuckle and he continued brushing your skin teasingly just to get you to react. When he got to measuring your bust, he first palmed your breasts and made you gasp. Oh that sound of innocence, could you be…? “I’m guessing you’re a(n) [X] cup.” He says smirking and rubs his thumbs over the cups of your bra. The blush on your face only widened his smirk. He was right, how the hell could he have guessed by just touching them like that? He was making butterflies in your stomach, the first man to touch you was your executioner. “We need exact measurements, Shuji.” The doctor said and cleared his throat. Huffing, Hanma continued and his guess was correct. Hanma leans in and whispers in your ear. “He’s going to ask you some…intimate questions, better answer truthfully if you know what’s good for you.” That poison honied tone made your legs quiver.

Stepping back, Hanma leans against the wall across from you with a smirk on his face. It felt like you were a teenager with a parent at a clinic and the doctor asks the question. “Now then, let us continue. Please discard the rest of your clothing and take a seat on the exam table.” The doctors says, for a moment you felt your brain short-circuit and froze. He wanted you to do what? "M-my underwear too?" You stutter but Hanma was quick to click his tongue. Looking over at him, you noticed his expression was rather annoyed. Not wanting to test his patience, you begin to unclasp your bra and keep your eyes glued to the floor. The cool air made you shiver and of course, your nipples hardened - causing Hanma to hum and bite his lip. You were so exposed. Once you were completely nude and sat on the exam table, the doctor asks the following questions:

Does your family have a history of cancer or any other fatal diseases?

Do you exercise?

What is your diet like?

Do you smoke or drink?

Do you suffer from any back or joint pain?

Are you sexually active?

Have you ever been pregnant?

Have you ever had any sexually transmitted diseases?

Have you ever taken two or more partners at once?

Do you partake in oral sex?

He kind of threw all these questions at you all at once. You were struggling to keep up with everything and were turning red from the last questions. “Umm…no.” You say quietly and keep your eyes glued to the floor. Hanma’s face lit up a bit, this couldn’t possibly be true - you a virgin? All the women who have walked through these doors have been deflowered and some even pollinated before. “Ohh?” His coy tone made you squirm on the table. To have the chance at breaking in a virgin, he’s wanted to do this for years but all previous women had their cherries popped already. The doctor walks over with his stethoscope and places the cold medal on your chest to listen to your heartbeat - he was careful not to inappropriately touch your breasts. Of course your heart rate was abnormal. He then told you to sit up straight and placed the diaphragm on your back to listen to your lungs. “Deep breaths in and out please.” The way your chest would slowly rise and fall was making Hanma eager to get to the next part. The doctor continued his physical, he waved the ophthalmoscope over each eye and used the otoscope to check your ears. "All right, open your mouth." Following his instructions, you opened your mouth and he shoved a flat wooden stick down your throat. It made you gag almost instantly. "Hmm, we can work on your gag reflex." Gag reflex? Is this why he asked you if you partake in oral sex? They were planning on making you a prostitute?

He was carefully checking the surface of your skin for any flaws or abnormalities and then stepped away to take notes. Charting every detail about you and your body - they really graded women like they grade meat. "Now lay back and Shuji will finish the examination. Again, with my arm being broken, I wouldn't be able to complete it." The doctor says and smiles at you before taking a seat by the edge of the table. Before you knew it, Hanma was already next to you and he gently pushed you back. The doctor explained what he needed to do and what to feel for, they needed to give you a rather crude breast exam. The delight in Hanma's face had your legs trembling. "Arm over your head, dollface." He said in a low tone, you complied with the right arm first and he proceeded to slowly but firmly touch you. His cold hands made your breath hitch and the way your legs kept squirming - it made him smirk and keep eye contact with you. Starting from the center, he was making his way around and cleared you of any lumps. He could see the way your lips parted and could hear those shaky moans. Were you perhaps enjoying this? Now the left breast, same routine and he cleared you. The doctor took notes and told him to check your abdomen. Just when you thought he was done with the breast exam, next thing you know his fingers were rubbing your nipples. "Gotta check your sensitivity." He says and gives them a light pinch. The sweetest moan escaped your lips and oh he enjoyed it.

"You see… We do a very thorough assessment…" He said and kept rolling them between his fingers. The sick pleasure that was being injected into your veins had you biting your lip and refusing to give him more reasons to tease you. Try as you might, you were falling apart - failing to hold back your whimpers. "The higher quality you are, the more expensive you'll be." The glossy look in your eyes had his member twitching. Your blushing and innocent face stirred something in him, he wanted nothing more than to corrupt you. He's had a taste of some merchandise before, but they were just that - nothing more. They didn't captivate him, they flaunted their experience and skills in bed. It didn't make him come back for more but you… you got him all sorts of fucked up from the moment you walked through that door.

Hanma was just about to lean in to bite your chest until the doctor cleared his throat. "Like you said, Kisaki hates wasting time, please allow me to finish up the assessment and I'll-" His words were cut off by a loud moan. When the doctor peered over to see what was going on, he noticed that the reaper had a mouth full and was enjoying himself to the merchandise. The doctor sighs and begins to walk away before pausing at the doorway and looking back. “Try not to break her, Kisaki wants to make the money back as quickly as possible - the higher her grade, the more we can sell her for.” With that the doctor exited the room and left you at the hands of the reaper.

“Now then sweetheart… you can be honest with me.” He says playfully and nibbles on your skin - leaving pink marks behind. “You’ve had a cock between your legs before, yeah?” He coos in your ear and trails his hand south to your honey pot. Your hand was trying to hold on to something, anything, to suppress the lustful sensations. Refusing to answer his question, you bite your lip and screw your eyes shut. Bad idea, this only made Hanma want to break you even more. Without warning, he slapped your pussy and it made you quickly snap your legs closed, catching his hand in between. “Ohh… your thighs have quite the muscles.❤️” He giggled like a mad man and tried prying them open with one hand but failed. “...please, don’t.” It’s the first time you’ve addressed him at all. Leaning in to gently glide his tongue on your bottom lip, he whispered - “Your body doesn’t belong to you anymore, dollface. Now be a good girl and open your legs for me.” His words were cold and yet they made you melt on the spot. Who could resist those beautiful golden eyes, and those black and gold strands of hair? There was something stirring up inside of you, something dark.

With your legs quivering, you slowly spread your legs open for him. “Good girl…” Lithe fingers slid down to your core and he just about moaned when he felt your slick. Whimpering, you barely manage to speak as his finger prods your entrance. “S-stop, please! I’ve never done this before!” Hanma couldn’t help but mock you and shove his finger inside you without warning, making you squeal and grip his bicep. The sensation was so foreign you didn’t know what to do. Just one finger and she’s practically crying? He thinks to himself and slowly explores your cavern. “You really are a virgin, huh?” He whispers into your lips and forces you into a kiss. Panting and moaning, you returned his kiss - it felt like you were in a daze. He was poisoning you and you were giving into him, might as well enjoy it before you get thrown to sharks.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you tried your hardest to at least make this as pleasurable as possible - for both of you. Caught off guard by the return of affection, he grinned and slid another digit inside your warmth. He could feel your walls clamping down on and pulsing at his sudden actions. Moaning into his kisses, you felt the way his long fingers stretched you out and your hips slightly grind into them. The sinful motions only continued as his thumb traced circles on your bundle of nerves. “...ngh…ah-it feels…” You say and try to adjust to the sensation of something being inside you. “This is nothing compared to what’s next, dollface.” Hanma chuckled and quickened his pace. Your sweet voice had him high in the clouds, so inexperienced and so sweet, he needed to sink into you. To feel your warmth, your tight walls and your release.

"Fuck…you're so wet, practically dripping - tell me pretty girl, have you ever touched yourself?" He asks and nuzzles his face into your neck. "You've never played with this pretty pussy before? Hmm?" For a moment, you thought his voice alone was going to send you into overdrive. Shaking your head no, you confess that you've never been touched before. Poor thing, you've never experienced a hand, a finger, a tongue or a cock between your legs. The reaper couldn't have that now could he? Without warning he stopped and stood up straight, gazing down at you with his amber eyes. The way he towered over you, you thought he got turned off by your confession but it did quite the opposite. You set him on fire.

He walked away and you closed your eyes thinking he was done with you. That is until you felt him on the other edge of the examination table, he gripped your ankles and yanked you closer to the edge of the table. Your surprised squeak made him smile. He removed his glasses and tossed them aside. The sound of his zipper made your heart skip a beat. Was he going to pop your cherry? The heavy contact from his length hitting your core made you flinch. “I want you to see the moment I deflower you…now sit up.” Hanma demanded, those gold irises reflected nothing but malice and desire. Looking down, you see how flushed his tip was, it was oozing precum and you swore you were going to die if he put it in you. “W-will it fit?” You ask innocently. For a moment the world stopped, Hanma felt infatuated with your innocence and couldn’t bear the thought of another man taking your first time. “I’ll make it fit, sweetheart.” He replies sweetly and rubs his tip against your clit as he unbuttons his shirt. His warmth and the slick was making your head fuzzy - you knew this was wrong but you wanted it.

Sitting up, you wrap your arms loosely around his neck and brace yourself. Looking up at him, Hanma noticed the tears that lined your eyes, you were worried and scared. Such a sweet expression. “I said I want you to see it…look down (Y/N).” Oh he said your name and a chill ran down your spine. Following his orders, you look down and see his cock throbbing, it makes your mouth salivate - this was really happening. Hanma reeled his hips back and lined himself up with your slit. His breath hitched when his tip prodded your entrance, your breath caught in your throat as you felt a burning stretch - you were too tight. Tears began to stream down your face as you watched him peirce you. He only had the tip in and you were already crying. “Ngh…it’s too big…it hurts.” You whimper and pant as his cock bullies its way inside you. Your words fell on deaf ears, Hanma was too busy drinking in your expression of distress and looking at how his length slowly disappeared inside you. “Keep watching, dollface. You’ll see how I make it fit.” He says and continues forcing his way in. He noticed how your legs trembled and how your tears streamed down your face. For you not to fight back…you might be able to take more of the things he wants to do to you.

As much as it burned, you couldn’t help but feel arousal in seeing how his fat cock split you open. You were becoming a lewd mess. This man, the devil’s incarnate, had you losing more than your innocence, he was making you lose your sanity. Could you ever look at yourself the same ever again? When he managed to bottom out, you felt a throbbing sensation inside you - you thought you were going to pass out. Hanma was panting and snickering like a mad man at how fucking good you felt. “See baby? I told you I’d fit.” He coos and presses his forehead against yours. Looking up at him, you see how the look in his eyes softened just a bit, could this be a sign of kindness?

When your walls finally settled on his shape, Hanma slowly reeled his hips back and leaned back ever so slightly to take in the view. To his delight, there were light traces of blood on his shaft - you were a virgin and an obedient one at that. Doe eyes, pouty lips, flushed cheeks, all features that made him want to ruin you until you can no longer function without him. Grabbing you by the back of your neck with one hand and gipping your hip with the other, he pulled you in close and seared you with his gaze. Your eyes reflected nothing but obedience and reverence. He loved it. God or the Devil put you on his path for a reason, that reason was for him to get a taste of heaven - knowing that he will never actually get there after he departs this world, it was a rather kind gesture from the gods. When he thrusted into you, he felt your walls spasm around his length. Your core was pulling him in and refusing to let go of his cock, he struggled to pull away - he didn’t want to leave your warmth even for a second.

Your soft moans had him in a daze and he kept his slow pace. The pain was beginning to subsite and pleasure started to creep up on you. With how close he was, your clit was getting some friction and you wanted more of this foreign sensation. “Sh-Shuji…I want more.” You whimper and pout at him. Saying his name like that, oh you have no idea what you just did to him. Crashing his lips into you, he devoured you and picked up his pace. Hanma couldn’t care less about your now ruined state - all he wanted was to fill you up and make you cry around his cock. Everything was getting hazy, you felt as if your body was going numb with each thrust of his hips. The air was being snatched from your lungs when he kept hitting that golden spot inside you that you didn’t even know existed. For it being your first time, you were taking him so well he thought that you were made for him.

Leaning back on your elbows, you took in the view before you - when you should have felt fear and disgust, you felt bliss. Your mind was muddled in sin and you couldn’t help it, something about him just made you trust him and give in to him. His husky moans and breaths kept you in the clouds. He could have killed you on the spot and you would have died happy. Why on earth do you feel this happy when your life is over after this? Sensing your conflict, Hanma presses your legs further back, making his tip kiss your cervix with each thrust. “Ahn…I feel something coming, I-” Your moan cuts your sentence short. Your purity was being tainted and he was the cause of it all.

Hanma was rather kind for breaking you in, had it been left to a client - they would have scarred you in a way where you would never feel pleasure again. “Get used to this position, sweetheart. You’ll be on your back to make back the money that is owed.” He pants between words and digs his fingernails into your plush thighs. Even though his words were cruel, you didn’t care at all - you were glad it was him. Maybe a little too glad as the soft smile on your lips and glossy look in your eyes sent him into overdrive. He expected you to cry at any moment or freeze in fear but you looked divine and accepted your fate without question. Perhaps he was fucking you stupid but loved the look on your face. It was now etched in his mind.

“Shit…I’m close, gonna fill you up pretty girl.” He pants and places both hands on your hips to steady himself. Sitting up, wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him in - resting your chin on his shoulder. Those siren-like moans were now in his ear and he couldn’t help but feel a shiver run down his spine. Your cries of his name and god’s name kept echoing in his ear along with incoherent babbles that sounded like you were going to come undone at any second. Your thighs were beginning to shake and you bit down on his collarbone, making him wince and pound into you harder. The moment you felt your first orgasm, your body trembled and your release was pure bliss. You didn’t think it was possible to feel this good for your first time, especially after it being taken by the reaper himself. Feeling your cunt clench around him and feeling your juices drip down his thighs, Hanma reached his high and spilled his seed deep in your womb. It wouldn’t stop, he kept feeling his cum splurt inside you and he wanted to just keep you filled up until your belly was swollen.

Both of you stayed still, panting and trying to regain some sort of consciousness, the afterglow was too good. “...Shuji.” You whisper and his ears perk up at the sound of your voice. “Hmm?” He hums in response and rests his forehead on your shoulder. “Will you still visit me when I’m taken away?” You ask him innocently and pray that he says yes. I know they say that you will never forget your first time but this was on a whole other level. It felt like you fell for him, even though you knew this would probably be a one time thing, perhaps even the last time you’d ever see him again. He fucked up your mental state, you got a taste of ecstacy and now you wanted to keep staying high in clouds and dancing with the devil. The low chuckle made your chest ache, he didn’t answer your question and told you to clean yourself up, he only wanted to pop your cherry - nothing more and nothing less.

He left the room after cleaning himself up, not even looking back at you - he didn’t even give you the chance to savor his handsome face before he left. The soreness between your legs was beginning to creep up on you. After cleaning yourself up, the doctor walked back in and gave you a pill to swallow, of course - Hanma fucked you raw and you didn’t even think about the consequences that would bring. “If your period is late, please let us know immediately.” The doctor says and tells you to follow him. Slowly walking, you felt Hanma’s seed drip little by little, he really did fill you up.

The doctor informed you of the rest of the procedure and how you will be staying at a…well for lack of a better word, whore house for now on but you were not to render services until the assessment was completed. When that is done, they will be changing your name and you will be given a complete breakdown of all the pricing that will be placed on your body. It kind of was a blur to you.

After they dropped you off at your new home, you were welcomed by the staff and not so welcomed by the other women there. They were not happy about competing with another pretty face. Especially when they overheard that Hanma Shuji took a liking to you and popped your cherry. It meant that you were going to be worth more than they are and your ‘workspace’ would be much nicer than theirs.

The first few days were hard. The days were short but the nights were long, you could hear the women servicing other men and it only made you nervous. Yet there was warmth that built up inside your chest just thinking about the reaper. Remaining in that room at night didn’t make it any better. Anyone could have walked through that door and you would have no choice but to surrender yourself to them. You were stuck doing laundry and cleanup duty for other rooms, you needed to be useful for something after all. To be fair, you preferred this but it wasn’t going to pay off the debit any sooner.

Finally after a month, the house mother walked in and threw you some lingerie to wear, “Your services are needed at 22:00, get cleaned up and get ready, babydoll.” She said and reminded you to put on a performance for your guest in order to get extra tips. She also gave you a warning, if the client left unsatisfied - you’d be doing some ‘unsavory’ services in the feature. You knew she didn’t mean clean up duty.

Feeling anxious, you quickly did as you were told - cleaning up the room, cleansing yourself and getting ready. The whole time you felt like you were going to pass out. You could feel your teeth chatter when everything was done and you looked at the clock, it was almost time…it read 21:57. The sound of the doorknob turning made your heart almost jump out of your chest. Your eyes darted to the figure at the door and it was your house mother. Oh thank goodness, you were praying that she’d tell you that they canceled. “Babydoll, your guest is downstairs - they have a rather peculiar request. Here…” She says and tosses you a blindfold. Oh no, was the person some kind of old pervert? Or perhaps some guy with a fetish? Maybe this was for the best - you didn’t want to see his face, it would most likely haunt you.

A knock on the door made your squeak and the house mother quickly fixed you up while telling the guest to come in. “I hope she is to your liking, enjoy.” She says coyly and you could her walk away, followed by the sound of the door closing. The room remained silent and you sat there with your heart in your throat. It was too quiet so you decided to break the ice, “W-welcome, I will be taking care of you tonight, sir.” Your voice is soft and has a tinge of skittishness to it. The man said nothing. The room still remained quiet and you felt as if you were going to vomit. Standing there in silence while unable to see what’s in front of you was overwhelming. A few more seconds of silence and finally you hear him move. His footsteps came closer, you could feel his presence - he was right in front of you.

The sudden hard slap to your face made you yelp and he threw you off balance, making you stumble back onto the bed. You froze in place, what the hell was this? He started to pant. The stinging sensation on your cheek intensified when another harsh slap landed on your face. However, you couldn’t retaliate - for your sake, there was no way. You were warned about this. As long as he doesn’t punch you or cause your skin to break, you were to take it. Many of the girls shared stories with you about how sometimes they would get terrifying men and would often have to take a beating from them. They were all done within the limits of the rules - even though the women protested, nothing was ever done as they were high paying clients. If the money rolled in, they had to pretty much roll with the punches. Tears were beginning to soak through the blindfold, it hurt so much.

You could hear the sound of his belt buckle and zipper, was he going to fuck you now? But your ears picked up on the slight skin slapping sounds, he was getting off to his abuse. A third slap in the same spot made you scream in pain, the taste of blood was now in your mouth. He busted your lip. When you heard a whipping sound, you instinctively scream again in fear of your life - this was going beyond the service of a prostitute. A loud crash and the sound of charging footsteps could be heard, followed by a heavy thud. Freezing in place, you dared not to move, you could have gotten in trouble by not being cooperative with your guest. You felt the bed dip as if someone was kneeling on it and climbing over you. Every fiber in you was screaming for you to run or fight back.

When the person lifted your blindfold, your vision was blurry and trying to adjust to the light. A maniacal chuckle echoes in your ears. “Rough first day, sweetheart?” That voice… You wipe your eyes and your vision focuses on him. Golden eyes, black and gold tresses with round specs, it was him. “Shuji?” The soft tone in your voice made a shiver run down his spine, you still sounded innocent. Looking down you see the asshole who slapped you was face down on the ground with his pants around his ankles. Apparently, Hanma walked in unannounced and was going to request your services. However, when the house mother said you just started servicing your first client, he pretty much didn’t give a flying fuck and made a beeline to your room and kicked the door open at the exact moment he heard your scream.

The house mother gasped when she saw the client on the floor. “What the hell happened?” She questioned the reaper and glared at him. It wasn’t like Hanma to interrupt the girls during service. “Nothing, he broke the rules so I broke his nose.” He retorts. “By the way, she is no longer of service to this house.” Wait, what? “Oh dear…we had a queue lined up for her.” The house mother sighs and doesn’t question her boss any further.

Wiping the blood off your lip, Hanma explains to you that your debt has been paid by an anonymous donor. You were set free from this shitty life. The sound of another man’s voice by the doorway made you both turn around. “So…this is the little bird you’ve been surly about?” A man with blond, neat cut hair says while examining you. You recognized him as Toman’s top brass, Kisaki Tetta. The girls would talk about him, he would rarely come by but only for VIP clients - he’d never indulge in the land of milk and honey. Kisaki was personally here to see who caught the eye of the reaper. You immediately stood up and bowed. “Thank you sir.” You say not wanting to seem rude. “Thank Hanma…he’s the one who paid your debt.” He scoffed and began to walk away with a smirk on his face. There was a tinge of regret of letting Hanma release you from your debt, you would have pulled in quite a lot of money. The plan is always to give the girls a list of fees different from their actual market pricing. That way Toman keeps them around a little longer while profiting off their suffering.

“Oi, asshole! You weren’t supposed to tell her!” Hanma laughed and pulled you in from your waist. The reaper couldn’t get you out of his head, the moment he felt the afterglow - he had to backaway, there was something there and refused to accept it. It made sense as to why he refused to look at you one last time before he left that day. Even while working and blooding up faces, stacking bodies and sleeping with other women - he couldn’t get your innocent face out of his head. It was maddening. When he realized that you etched yourself into his mind - he cut a deal with Kisaki. You were going to be Hanma’s…personal assistant. He was refusing to let you go again and refused to have another man touch you. Hence the delay in your services at the whore house.

In tears you thanked him, for once in his life he felt like he did something good - something that wasn’t for benefit. Right? Actually no, scratch that, it was all for his benefit. That night he took you home and made you cry more tears, only they were of pleasure and bliss. You were his and only his.

END

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chochuuya · 5 months

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boy next door.

hanma shuji x fem!reader

disclaimers: hair down and glasses hanma is in mind, he calls you miss perfect, slow burn kinda, college/uni setting, mentions of weed & alcohol, you & him are of the same age, hanma shuji in general 🚬

note: please do read with precaution. more suitable for those 18+, even though the overall fic is fluff and this is a sfw blog (^^ゞ

word count: 2.2k [2262]

it’s been a few weeks since you’ve moved into a new neighbourhood, finally gaining independence and a new start in university.

the problem is, it’s anything but positive.

boom. boom. boom.

you swore that you could feel your windows pane rattle due to the loud music coming from next door.

trying to keep your cool, you found yourself in front of your new neighbour’s doorstep, apparently named hanma shuji. you shouldn’t have to be doing this. again. it’s 2 in the morning.

you knocked his door, hoping to get an answer or at least tell him to lower down his music.

there’s no response from within.

you knock a little louder and a second later, his front door swings open.

hanma, wearing only boxers, leans on the door’s frame, rubbing his eyes. his hair is disheveled and his voice is hoarse when he speaks to you.

“...what?”

unfazed by his appearance, you sighed before explaining yourself. “for the fifth time this week hanma, can you please lower down your volume? people are trying to sleep.”

he just stares at you, his brow furrowing. his gaze is... piercing and cold.

“look, i don’t really care about people trying to sleep. its friday; i have a party to throw.”

“at 2 am?” you didn’t even try to sneak a peek at his place. you would rather not.

hanma rolled his eyes.

“it's early; the majority aren’t here yet. but the ones that are here are having a good time.”

you stayed quiet, trying to process his words.

“fine, whatever. do whatever you please.”

he smirked, noticing your reaction and gives a mocking smirk.

“if you’re going to act like a grouch, go back to bed. it’s not like you’re invited anyway. i don’t like the look of you, miss perfect.”

“don’t like the way i look but calls me that.. what an idiot.” you mumbled to yourself and went back to your house, which is oh, so conveniently next to his.

he watched as you started to walk away.

“oh, you aren’t leaving already, are you? i thought you wanted to have a discussion with me.”

“what discussion? i only asked you to turn down your music, hanma.” you deadpanned. “good night.” you went back to the comfort of your own home.

he didn’t like that. the volume of the music increased again. the thumping and bass became even louder than before, probably just to annoy you.

you heard footsteps approaching your front door, and him knocking loudly. “hey, come out. i just wanted to talk.”

you opened the door a tiny bit as you glare at him irritated.

“what is it that you want now?”

“what i want?” he asked bitterly. “i want you to stop being such a goddamn prude.”

taken aback by that remark, you opened your door wider and your arms crossed.

“excuse me?”

hanma stepped forward, towering over you. his face was just inches away from yours, with your head tilted upward to look at him.

“i said, don’t be so uptight. just come to one of my parties already, you stick-in-the-mud.”

“i'd rather be sleeping.”

he was speechless and eyes widened as he looked down at you.

“you’re not serious, right? you’d rather be sleeping, rather than partying? it’s a friday night! everyone’s having fun, but you choose to be a loner instead?” his tone was dripping with sarcasm and he couldn’t help but sneer.

“yeah, so good night.” you closed your door once more and actually turned off the lights, trying to shoo him away.

“no wait, come ba—”

he tried opening your door, but it was locked.

“damn it...” he muttered to himself, before returning to his own home. the music continued to go on through the night.

the next two weeks went by without the hanma shuji hosting another party. the peace had been restored, and you started to relax...

..that is, until the following tuesday.

you woke up at the ungodly hour of 4 in the morning, the loud roaring music of another party disturbing your sleep. you covered your ears in annoyance and got up to investigate.

you knocked on his door.

there he is.. just in boxers, opening his door again. his hair was wild but still somehow looked good on him. he yawned and his voice sounded raspy.

“what do you want? it’s 4am.” he stared at you sleepily, a small smirk forming on his lips as he remembered your previous encounter.

you eyed him sharply, annoyed. “how did you even sleep with music that loud?! turn it down, hanma.”

the music started again, now slightly quieter. he turned to you and once again, he did not hold back his words as they came out sharp.

“what, didn’t your parents ever teach you to mind your own business? stay in your lane, miss perfect. nobody asked you to butt into my matters and my lifestyle.”

he pushed his hair away from his face and rolled his eyes, as if your request was the dumbest thing he’d ever heard.

oh, you hoped he finds his brain back there with the amount of times he have been rolling his eyes every time you both talk.

“when your loud ass music comes to my range of hearing, it is already my business hanma. you're going to be the death of me one day.”

before you could make it back into your house, he walked up next to you, looking down at you once again.

“awww, that’s cute of you to assume that i’d ever let my music be the death of you.” his voice was cold and sarcastic, but the way he said it... sent chills down your spine.

“night's still young, and my party’s just getting going. do you mind if you... join in?”

“yes i would mind.”

typical hanma looked you up and down for a good few seconds, as if trying to decide whether or not he should keep pestering you. his gaze was sharp, and almost unsettling. and to your surprise, he actually chuckled at you.

“oh come on! i’m not letting you off that easily. i want to see you let loose for one night. you need a break from that uptight and workaholic personality you’ve got going on.”

“i don’t see the point of having parties at 4 in the morning.”

he chuckled again.

“because it’s a party, (y/n). you don’t see the point? well, let me show you then. come join us.” he took your arm and held it, waiting for a response from you.

“fine but i won’t stay long.” you reluctantly followed him into his place.

“us?” you thought to yourself.

almost immediately, the strong smell of cigarette and people almost knocked you out. your eyes dart everywhere at the crowd and felt out of place.

as soon as you walk in, you notice a few people standing against various walls in the living room. there’s also people dancing and sitting on the couch, chatting away. the smell of the devil’s lettuce is overwhelming, and it feels strange to see this side of your neighbourhood.

hanma led you to the couch where he sat, looking at you and grinning. “sit with me!” he gestured to the couch.

“make yourself at home.”

you had to cover your nose and mouth with a hand or else you would start to cough like a kid. you sit next to him anyway, since it is probably the safest.

hanma laughed at your reaction, not even bothering trying to mask his smirk.

“don’t be so dramatic, (y/n). it’s just pot!” he chuckled. “here.”

he handed you what appeared to be a.. cancer stick in your eyes.

“oh no, thank you.” you declined his offer, shaking your head.

he chuckled again — he was probably quite entertained by your reactions tonight.

“oh, come on. live a little!” he raised the joint near your face, almost forcing you to take it.

“i’m leaving if you push it any further.” you deadpanned.

he narrowed his eyes, but eventually let out a sigh.

“fiiiine, you have no fun.” he said mockingly. he took a huge hit from his cig and then exhaled the smoke slowly, before grinning at you.

“how about... just have a sip of my beer, then?you can’t be that picky when it comes to alcohol, miss perfect.”

you may not be much of a drinker but you can handle it. you hesitantly took the beer from his hand— force of habit, you wiped the opening with your hoodie before taking a sip.

“there.” you gave it back to him.

he giggled and stared at you with his arms crossed. his gaze was almost piercing. he didn’t say anything for a moment, probably waiting to tease you more.

“how old are you, again, (y/n)?”

“you don’t ask a lady that, hanma.”

he laughed. “oh, shut up. that’s a pathetic response. you’re in college, right? then just tell me your age already. you’re obviously not a little girl, so just tell me and drop the act for a second.”

you were getting irritated by the minute and feeling humid too from the crowd.

“you first.”

he smirked at your response. “fine, i'm __. now your turn, miss prude.”

you swear he just knows how to annoy you every time. you rolled your eyes.

“same age then, jerk.”

“well, well. same age, huh? that’s funny, i’d think you were way older since you act like, i don’t know... a grandma?” he laughed at his own joke as he took a sip out of his drink.

the night, or should i say morning.. dragged on until you managed to escape from his party. you took the opportunity to sleep until the actual morning.

you woke up feeling fresh and did your usual routine before throwing away your trash.

you made your way to the outside bins and that’s when you notice hanma was standing next to you. he stared at you with his piercing eyes, no surprise there.

“you know, the more that i see you around, the more annoyed i get. you’re a walking headache, (y/n).” he had an annoying smirk on his face once again — his way of trying to wind you up.

“good morning to you too, i guess.” you said nonchalantly as you threw away the trash.

hanma didn’t reply to you right away, just watched you throw away your trash without a word. you noticed that he seemed... distracted, his gaze wandering from you, to something or someone else.

something was annoying him.

“you just woke up, yet you look better than i do.” he said, his voice low. even for hanma, it was an unusual comment, as if he was trying to... compliment you?

you raised an eyebrow. “..thank you?”

you would give a more.. sassy reply like he should cut down on the damn cigs and alcohol but maybe next time.

he chuckled softly and leaned up against the wall. “no problem. i’m just saying you look good.”

he stared at you for a good few seconds, then finally spoke up again.

“do you have anything planned right now?”

“not really but—”

“you want to grab a cup of coffee with me?” he asked bluntly. he waited for a response. of course, he had a smirk on his face again, as if he was expecting you to refuse and then for him to say something smart or sarcastic in response.

you couldn’t believe your own ears and looked at him as if he transformed into a different person.

“i’m sorry, what?”

he shrugged, his tone slightly softer.

“i’m asking you out for coffee.” he looked at you as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “i’d like to get to know you.”

“uh.. sure, coffee it is.” you were still slightly surprised though but he asked nicely.

hanma nodded to you and if you were quick and had looked closely, he smiled to the ground. his eyes seemed less sharp than before.

“good. let’s go now.” he then offered you a hand to hold, waiting for you to accept.

“and stop acting so surprised. i’m not such a bad person, you know.”

“well, you are annoying.” you took your hand in his anyway.

he nodded in agreement, chuckling to himself. he was actually quite surprised that you accepted his offer so quickly.

both of you went and walked off together to a nearby coffee shop.

“do you have a boyfriend, or anything?” he asked out of nowhere.

that caught you off guard and almost made you choke on your own spit. you looked up to him in disbelief.

“right off the bat??”

he shrugged as he walked beside you.

“i’ve never liked beating around the bush, it pisses me off. besides, that way, i know if i have any chance of getting to know you more without stepping on some other guy or chick's toes.”

he was completely unbothered by your reaction to his question. in fact, he didn’t seem to care.

“what’s the big deal with that question?” he smirked. “answer the question, (y/n).”

“no, i don’t have one hanma.”

“i’m.. actually surprised. so, i have a chance huh?”

you scoffed. you knew that he was just trying to gouge a reaction out of you. shortly after, you two arrived to the coffee shop.

he ordered an iced coffee for himself, and got one for you as well. hanma's gaze was still fixated on you.

“so, what’s someone like you doing being single?”

oh, he isn’t wasting any time eh?

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kisakis-boyfriend · 9 months

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Spoiling Kisaki

Pairings: Kisaki x Hanma x Reader

Warnings: Sub/bottom!Kisaki, top/dom!Reader & Hanma, lots of praise and affection, double penetration, tiny bit of angst towards the end (Kisaki being overwhelmed by the realization that he's loved)

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot

Author's Note: Angsty feelings in my smut? It's more likely than you think. Also there will be a part 2 soon, featuring just Hanma :)

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Getting Kisaki into this position took a bit of coaxing, weeks of coaxing, to be more accurate. All of the hours spent talking over safe words, what was off of the table and what was ok, reassuring him that you would take it nice and slow, and showering him in extra affection were about to pay off

To say that he was nervous would be an understatement. Sure he'd had sex with you and Hanma before, but that was separately. He could handle one at a time but... the thought of both of his boyfriends fucking him together? The anticipation sent a shiver crawling up his spine

Here he was, already stripped down and stood in between the two of you. Hanma, ever the eager one, planted his hands on Kisaki's hips and pulled him backwards, flush against his chest

“C'mere, baby” He said, his lips just inches from Kisaki's ear. “Lemme feel you up against me”

The slight nibbling on his ear caused a surge of heat throughout Kisaki's small frame. His nails dug into Hanma's hands as he started to squirm around

You took one of Kisaki's hands into your own and laced your fingers together, taking note of the little mewl he let out at such a simple gesture. Your other hand gently turned his head so that he was facing you

You gently kissed his lips and cooed, “So cute. How are you feeling, baby?”

“F-fine” he stuttered out. Once again avoiding your gaze and attempting to hide his flushed expressions. More cute noises escaping his lips as he felt Hanma's hand move down to caress his thigh. Your own hand sliding down his chest, finding his nipples and beginning to pinch and roll them between your fingers, eliciting small gasps and whines from him

Hanma licked a long line up Kisaki's neck, earning him a disgruntled whine and probably a glare, if Kisaki had been facing him. “Getting excited, babe? Good” Hanma purred. He wrapped his hand around Kisaki's growing erection and started stroking him, sucking on the sensitive flesh of his neck all the while

Kisaki moaned from the sudden contact on two very sensitive places simultaneously. “Hah... oh fuck.. mmm” As he moaned out you stopped playing with his chest only to place your thumb on his bottom lip. Kisaki's half-lidded eyes looked up into yours as he took your thumb into his mouth and sucked on it obediently

You unlaced your fingers and brought his wrist up against your lips. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as you trailed loving kisses all along his wrist, his palm, and each of his fingers. Allowing him to feel a tenderness that he'd never felt before

His mind was already becoming hazy as the pleasure that Hanma was giving him, and the delicate ministrations you were giving him, overwhelmed his senses. If things kept going like this, he's not sure if he'd be able to stand by himself

And then Hanma ceased his hand movements, leaving Kisaki whining as you also removed your thumb from his mouth and grabbed both of his wrists so you could pull him against your chest.

You snaked one hand around his waist while your other hand lightly scratched the back of his head as he relaxed and leaned into you more. Hanma began to work his fingers into Kisaki, properly stretching him before moving onto the main event

You leaned down a bit to capture Kisaki's mouth with another kiss. Swallowing his moans as Hanma fingered him open. You raked your nails up and down his back, causing him to shiver and arch into you and causing Hanma to push on his prostate, earning a high-pitched moan in return

Hanma removed his fingers and stroked himself, lubing up his cock before he lined it up with Kisaki's ass. He slowly pushed himself in until he bottomed out, groaning at the tightness

Kisaki moaned into your chest, nails digging into your forearms as Hanma began to slide in and out of him. “Fuck, that feels so good. You're gripping me so tightly, babe.” Hanma managed, between grunts of pleasure. “Feels good, yeah?”

Kisaki nodded, only able to moan as Hanma's speed increased, causing Kisaki to rock against you with every thrust. “Ah- Ah- Aah~”

“You're doing so good for us, baby” You said, kissing the top of his head. Your hands gently caressed his body while Hanma's gripped his hips hard enough to leave a bruise later on

“G-gonna-” Kisaki choked out. Hanma stopped his motions with one last thrust, burying himself in Kisaki's hole

“N-no... don't... stop...” Kisaki panted, on the verge of cumming right then and there, but you couldn't have that. The real fun hadn't even begun yet

“Not yet, sweetie.” You said, holding his face in your hands and rubbing your thumb against his cheek. “Not until you're stuffed with both of us, ok?” Your lips leaving another sweet kiss upon his before backing away and letting Hanma lean Kisaki against his chest again

You smiled at him as you began stroking yourself, though you were already pretty hard. You wanted to make sure that you were lubed up nicely. After all, you didn't want to hurt Kisaki. Both you and Hanma were pretty big on your own...taking both of you in one hole was not exactly an easy task...

Hanma hummed as he watched you touch yourself. Licking his lips and wishing that he could take you as well...perhaps you'd fuck him later if he begged for it?

He wrapped his hand around Kisaki's neck, forcing him to watch you jerk yourself off too. His other hand began to stroke Kisaki's cock, keeping him nice and hard. He humped into Kisaki's hole, growing more and more excited with every minute

He finally lifted Kisaki up, holding his legs open and slowly rocking in and out of him. Your cue to come over there and line yourself up with Kisaki's pretty hole and push into it

Kisaki threw his head back onto Hanma's shoulder, the feeling of two cocks trying to squeeze into him was already overwhelming

“Shh, relax, honey. Just breathe, I'll go slow” You soothed. Kisaki took a deep breath and nodded, wrapping his arms around your neck and bracing himself

You tried to push your way in as gently as you could, he was so fucking tight even after Hanma fucked him. You gave him a second to adjust before pushing in a bit further. Then further, then a little more, until you were in as far as you could go

Kisaki's eyes rolled back as he was fully stuffed with both of your cocks. The mix of pain and pleasure made him feel lightheaded, but you both kept him grounded and awake

You both moved at different paces, one of you thrusting faster while the other moved torturously slow, then switching speeds before syncing up your thrusts

Kisaki had never felt so full before, nor had he ever felt so loved. You were both filling him to the brim with your dicks, and yet, you were both so careful with him. While he would be sore and covered in all sorts of bruises and other marks afterwards, he knew that the two of you would kiss every last mark and shower him in all sorts of praise. He didn't dare to let his mind linger on that for too long though, he had nearly shed tears when you shoved your dick into his already full hole, they would surely spill if he continued thinking about things like this...

His thoughts were interrupted by someone kissing his neck again. You panted words of praise in between each kiss, cooing about how good it felt to be inside of him. Hanma whispering dirty talk into his other ear, biting his shoulder a few times

“Mm I love being inside you like this. You're doing so good for us, darling”

“Fuuuck your ass feels amazing. Hah...take all of it like a good boy”

“You're so pretty like this, Kisaki. All blissed out, barely able to move. Making such pretty sounds for us too~”

“Prettiest little fucktoy I've ever seen. Mm, gonna cum for us, baby?”

Kisaki was losing his mind. The back and forth between sweet and filthy words made it hard to think, much less form words

“Hey, I asked you a fuckin question” Hanma growled into Kisaki's ear, the sudden change of tone causing him to perk up

“Y-yes...aah...please” His voice was barely above a whisper

“I didn't quite catch that, love. Louder” You growled against his skin

“Yes! Please...I need it!” Kisaki cried out

You and Hanma sped up your thrusts again, quickly chasing your own climaxes. You started jerking off Kisaki's cock, making him practically scream at the overstimulation of it all

Hanma came first, spilling his cum inside of Kisaki, followed by you filling him even further with your own. The feeling of both of you spilling inside of him pushed him over the edge, and Kisaki came all over your hand and his chest

The three of you stood there, panting and coming down from your highs. After a minute, you both pulled out of Kisaki, carrying him to your bedroom and letting him lay down while you cleaned him up

He passed out not too long after that. You had planned to cuddle him and rest yourself, but Hanma kept giving you that look

The look he gave you when he wasn't quite satisfied yet. The look that says, I need you to pound me into something or I'm going to be whiny and needy for days

Luckily for him, you should have just enough energy left to give him what he needs, then you could carry him to bed and have your much needed cuddle time

So for the next however many minutes, the guest bed would do just fine...

Reblogs are extremely appreciated <3

Part 2 if you didn't catch the first instance of the link ;)

#my writing #tokyo rev smut #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo rev x male reader #tokyo rev x reader #male reader #dom reader #drabble #top reader #sub kisaki #tetta kisaki #tokyo revengers #kisaki smut #kisaki x reader #shuji hanma #hanma smut #hanma x reader #hankisa #oneshot

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haihaihaitani · 2 days

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Happy Wife, Happy Life ~ *Shuji Hanma*

Summary: Shuji loves you so much he would do anything for you. And that means not bleeding on your freshly cleaned carpets.

Pairing: Shuji Hanma X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 1429

Warning: Swearing, mentions blood

Masterlist

When you first met Shuji, you fell in love hard and fast. He was wild, crazy, and completely free. He knew what he wanted and he wanted you. He treated you like you were the only girl in the world for him. And sure you may have catered to his every whim, but he paid you back in kind, making you feel loved and wanted.

When he asked you to marry him a couple years later, there was no doubt in your mind regarding your decision. You said yes without the slightest hint of hesitation. It was an extravagant and beautiful affair, with all of Bonten in attendance. You said your vows a few feet off the floor and enjoyed the party of the century with the rest of your friends.

Now, you may not be the best wife in the world, you certainly did try. You were attentive and loving, doing everything in your power to make sure the days went by smoothly. It was easier said than done, considering how high up in Bonten Shuji was. He was either coming home bloody and bruised or he wasn't coming home at all. His temper and wild ways often got the better of him, and you found yourself having to pull him back from the edge too many times to count. Still, you wouldn't trade the life you built together for the world.

Gang life never scared you. In fact, you embraced it, if not for Shuji's sake, but also because you were both feared and respected. You took the role of a vice executive's wife very seriously. You made connections with other high ranking women in the underworld that served as useful links for Bonten. You even managed to get them a loophole with the police and judicial system, through subtle bribes of food and high class trinkets. In return for lending a helping hand with your charm, they gave you a hefty allowance to use for whatever you desired and protection from any and all enemies. You were truly living your best life.

Your pride and joy, besides Shuji, had to be your estate. When you both were pulling in over a million per payload, you asked Shuji to move out of the city. He agreed as long as the two of you still had a penthouse in case things became dicey and the estate needed to be forfeited. You also asked if you could be the one who built and decorated the place, which he also agreed to. Every step of creating the mansion of your dreams was carefully executed with excruciating detail. But you loved every second of it. The estate served as a physical monument of the life you and Shuji made for yourselves. It had to be perfect. And it was absolutely perfect in your eyes when you completed it. You were also more than pleased when Shuji told you how much he loved what you did with the place. The night you both moved in, each room was christened at the insistence of your husband, and who were you to deny him?

From then on, if you were doing work in the city, you were at the estate. Sure, Shuji hired staff to help with the upkeep, but you also pitched in to make sure everything was in tip top shape. At least once a week you hosted Bonten and their relations at the estate to show it off. You were truly proud of all the craftsmanship and love you poured into this estate and no one was going to ruin it or take it away from you.

One day, you were surveying a new shipment of furniture for the sunroom, as spring was almost here. Every other year, Shuji gave you a stipend to change out the furniture so you could keep up with the trends. It was at your insistence that you donated the old furniture, which took some convincing but he eventually conceded. As you helped move the last couch and end table into the sunroom, you heard the boisterous voice of your husband of five years bounce down the hall.

"Shuji? Are you home?" You called out to him.

"Doll! Where are you?" He yelled back. You rolled your eyes before finding him in the front room.

You smiled and walked into his open arms. He peppered your face with questions as you said, "You're home early."

"Not really. I have to head out soon with the guys." It was then that you realized Sanzu, the Haitani brothers, and Hajime were standing behind him.

Flashing them a sweet smile, you nodded. "Hello boys. How have you been?"

"Honestly, we've been better." Ran scowled. "We got some punks who are encroaching on our territory and we're going to go teach them a lesson tonight."

You frowned at his words and pulled away from Shuji's relentless kisses. You fixed him with a harsh glare. "What do you mean you're going to teach them a lesson? Are you doing something you shouldn't tonight, Shuji?"

He winced as you used his name. "Ah, c'mon, doll. It's nothing that serious. We're just going to rough them up a little, remind them who they're messing with. It'll be a quick little operation. In and out. I'll be back before you're asleep and then the two of us can have a little fun tonight..."

You rolled your eyes and slapped his shoulder. "Leave the innuendos for when we're alone, got it?"

"Whatever you say, doll."

You then turned back to the other members of Bonten. "Is what my dear husband telling me true? Did Mikey order this little operation?"

Sanzu gave a wicked grin as he nodded. "Yep! It was on Mikey's orders that we carry this intimidation operation out. It's going to be so much fun! I haven't gotten to fight anyone in like forever!"

"You fought with some of the new hires last week." Rindou muttered.

"Yeah, but I had to hold back with them, or else they'd be no use to us. This time, I get to really let loose! And if someone dies, well, it's their fault for being so weak."

Your eyes widened and you ripped yourself out of Shuji's grasp, earning a pathetic whine from him. You pointed an accusing finger at him. "You are not going to murder anyone tonight! I just got the carpets clean! Plus I have new furniture in the sunroom! If any of you get so much as a speck of blood on anything in my house, I swear I will kill you all myself with your own guns and make it look like a suicide!"

Shuji didn't even flinch at your threat. Instead, he gave a wide, adoring grin. He glanced over his shoulders at the other members of Bonten. "Alright men, you heard the wife. No murder tonight."

"Ah what?" Sanzu whined. "But I really want to!"

He lazily shook his head. "Nope. Not tonight. Besides, I also don't want any blood in this house either. It's too messy and a bitch to clean up."

"You didn't seem that concerned two months ago." Hajime gave a smirk, knowing he said something that was going to get Shuji in trouble.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You harshly grabbed your husband's tie. "Did you get blood in my house when I wasn't here two weeks ago? I swear if you did-"

"Jeez woman." His smooth voice stopped you, as he continued to grin at you. "I thought you said to keep the innuendos for when we're alone. Keep this up and you're going to make me-"

You release his tie with a scowl. "You're disgusting."

"And you're sexy as hell when you're angry." He shook his head. "Oh, we are so having fun when I get home tonight."

You scoffed and folded your arms over your chest. You refused to show him how hot and bothered you were getting. "You have your mission from Mikey to carry out. You all should be heading out. Get out of my house and don't come back if you're all covered in blood."

"Will do, boss lady." Ran gave you a mock salute before ushering the other members out of the estate.

Shuji, on the other hand, lingered for a moment. He gave you a seductive wink. "Since I can't be covered in blood when I get back, I want you in that little red number I love when I get back."

"We'll see." You snapped, though you already knew what you were changing into when he left.

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b0nten · 11 months

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HEY, MONA LISA, COME HOME

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ you know you can’t roam without caesar. hanma reacting to you drawing him.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ this is so cute. not a kanye fan but i couldn’t help quoting flashing lights. hope this is to your liking anon <3

“whaddup, baby?” hanma waltzes into the living room, casually, as always. he greets you with a smile, but it dissipates once you don’t answer. he stands there eyeing you, and he can’t help but wonder what it is that you’re so concentrated on.

your eyes scan the weasel, and you let a big sigh out. your hands find their way to your temples and start massaging small circles. you close your eyes and sigh again. when the ritual is complete, you get up to go into the kitchen, but when your view expands, you’re scared of how and when hanma got into your apartment in the first place.

“what the fuck!” you scream and take a step back, almost falling, “shuji! when did you get here?!” you question and he just bursts out laughing.

“i’ve been here for… like ten minutes?” he says sarcastically, mimicking looking at a watch, but it’s just his bare wrist.

“oh.. i’m so sorry i didn’t see you..” you apologize and get closer to him, falling into his embrace.

“what’s bothering you, shortcake?” he asks, eyes softening on you figure.

“oh, nothing, that damn weasel just isn’t holding the paint correctly. thought i should spare some money, got this piece of crap instead of my regular ones. now i gotta suffer.” you half-laugh, and so does he.

“well, i’m assuming you’d like to have a break, right?” he says, lifting the white nylon bag he’s been holding all this time in his hand. “guess what i got.”

“ice cream is just what i needed, thank you, shuji.” you kiss him to on the cheek and snatch away the bag, running into the kitchen.

“hey! leave some for me!” he shouts from behind, following you.

you eat your ice cream and chat a bit. it’s refreshing, and when you finally sit back down to confront the painting, you actually feel optimistic. picking up a brush and an enormous tube of white paint, you bring the canvas back to square one. ready to start anew.

“i’m just gonna sit here and read… this, that okay with you?” hanma asks and randomly picks up a book.

“are you sure you want to read ulysses? that shit’s tough.” you smile while asking. he flips the book around in his hand and shrugs.

“i’ll manage, i’m a big boy.”

you nod and continue brainstorming for ideas. you scan the room, close your eyes, sing a song in your head, but seemingly nothing seems to spark up any ideas. your glance drifts off to hanma, peacefully reading the book you had warned him about.

then, something in your head lights up and you grab the paints and start it.

half an hour, an hour, two, it had been just three when the valhalla leader decided he had enough of that bullshit. the words were too many and reading all pf that book was tiresome. he got up and started stretching. once he turned to you, he couldn’t not notice how deeply invested you were in that painting.

slowly creeping behind you as not to bother or disturb your work, he wondered what it could be that your were painting so passionately. once he saw it, his heart dropped, albeit in a good way.

there he was, sitting on your emerald sofa, manspreading, with the book in his hand. everything was down to a t, the kitchen behind you, the lights, even the colors of his clothes, not to mention his hair or facial expressions. you were working on what he thought was shading when he finally spoke up.

“you’d like to design a tattoo for me?”

you jump up, paintbrush flying into his face.

“shuji, babe, i’m so sorry!” you quickly snatch a wet wipe and clean his face, while continuing to apologize.

after maybe the tenth apology he takes your hand in his, chastely kissing it.

“i’m sorry for scaring you, baby.” he says, “but the offer’s serious. you’re crazy good, i look even hotter made out of oil paint.”

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y-umiko · 1 year

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3:03 | HANMA S.

Requested by Anon — for the 2k event Prompt: "You've always felt like home"

Hanma doesn’t have a clear definition of what and where home was and he doesn’t care but as he slowly sinks into apathy after winning fight after fight he begins to question where home was and what it feels like.

Home, Hanma thinks, is a place he sleeps at night, the place where he grew up that is far from the definition of what's supposed to be home.

a question circling his mind as he found himself standing on your doorstep yet he chooses to climb over the window, sneaking like a thief, disregarding the key in his pocket you had given him.

climbing over the window easily, the four corners of your apartment greeted him, it smells like you, the perfume that he smells on you when you cling to him. it smells of a faint smell of lavender from a burned-away candle and it feels more peaceful than he'd thought.

but that peace turned into fear, fear for your safety and well-being, sensing a presence that wasn't supposed to be inside your apartment at this ungodly hour. an intruder? police who found him? an enemy from another gang?

his senses were on fire, on alert ready to beat the hell out of the intruder. rounding the corner of your apartment ready to attack whoever dared step into his peaceful sanctuary.

without warning, a shadow jumps at him, lunging towards him, a metal baseball bat in hand, ready to swing at his head. luckily, his reflex is quick, he caught the bat with his bare hands and is ready to counter strike towards the intruder, but notices that it was in fact you.

"That's dangerous baby, you can't just go smashing my head" he grumbles, gently taking the baseball bat in your hand, the baseball hand he had given you in cases like this. who would have thought he'll be the first to have a taste of it.

you froze in place, shock filled your body that the intruder you thought was none other than Hanma himself. gently massaging his hand that caught your swing.

"Shuji! There's a door for a reason" you growl, pointing at your triple-locked door as per Hanma's suggestion, personally installing it himself. can't trust people these days - was what he said.

"you almost bashed my head open" he grumbles, pouting playfully in which you just rolled your eyes at him. arms crossed against your chest.

"don't be dramatic as if that's enough to bash open your thick head"

Hanma gasp dramatically, a fake hurt on his face "This what I get for coming home after a long time?"

and then it clicks

Home, he was home and hearing him say it spreads warmth in your chest as you can't help the corners of your lips to curl up. Having Hanma acknowledge that your apartment where you reside is his home as much as his.

"If you've knocked properly I could have greeted you a welcome back" you grinned, arms gently wrapping around his midsection. Hanma responds by wrapping his arm around you in turn, your skin was cold probably from laying in wait against him, yet he doesn't mind for you touch makes him relax against you.

"I know" he hums, uncharacteristically soft for him, softer than you ever heard before. his voice warm and adoring. relishing the feel of your embrace. because God he can imagine it, you welcoming him with your sunshined smile that can make any cold winter warm. "You've always felt like home"

and you didn't need any more to understand what it meant for him, to have a place he can proudly call home. a place where he's wanted and appreciated.

Home, Hanma thinks, is more than a place, it's a person that gives him a reason to want to come back. a person that makes him happier than anyone in the world.

he almost growled in protest when you gently shove him off but decided not to when you grab his arm and intertwined your fingers together, pulling him towards your bedroom "now get your sorry ass to bed, I'm -"

"horny?" he finishes for you, a sly grin spreading on his lips. because no matter what it is, he can never say no to you. and you thought he was being sappy this evening, but the next second the sly Hanma come back.

"sleepy Shuji, sleepy!" you emphasize, which Hanma only grins, letting you drag him to your room for a good night's sleep.

"worth a try"

And Hanma would let you drag him anywhere you want, he'll search every corner of the world seeking you if he had to because it's you who makes him feel at home.

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merliahswrld · 1 year

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TOKYO REVENGERS CHARACTERS FROM MIDDLE EAST

iran 🇮🇷

keisuke baji, shuji hanma

palestine 🇵🇸

rindou haitani, ran haitani, manjiro sano, shinichiro sano, emma sano, kazutora hanemiya

saudi arabia 🇸🇦

rindou haitani, ran haitani, kakucho

iraq 🇮🇶

keisuke baji, wakasa imaushi, ran haitani, rindou haitani, kanji mochizuki

jordan 🇯🇴

hinata tachibana, naoto tachibana

lebanon 🇱🇧

emma sano, south terano

syria 🇸🇾

haruchiyo sanzu, senju akashi, takeomi akashi, chifuyu matsuno, seishu inui

yemen 🇾🇪

keizo arashi, takemichi hangaki

egypt 🇪🇬

wakasa imaushi, kazutora hanemiya, hajime kokonoi, tetta kisaki

kuwait 🇰🇼

kakucho, izana kurokawa

türkiye 🇹🇷

ken ryuguji, keisuke baji, hakkai shiba, taiju shiba, yuzuha shiba

cyprus 🇨🇾

ken ryuguji, manjiro sano, shinichiro sano

morocco 🇲🇦

shuji hanma, hajime kokonoi

algeria 🇩🇿

tetta kisaki, nahoya kawata, souya kawata

sudan 🇸🇩

keizo arashi, nahoya kawata, souya kawata, satou ryusei

here are others:

mha

bllk

jjk

haikyuu

tokyo ghoul

aot

csm

demon slayer

naruto

#baji keisuke #baji keisuke fluff #keisukebaji #keisuke baji oneshots #keisuke baji fanfics #keisuke baji scenarios #tokyo revengers x reader #hanma shuji #ran haitani #tokyo revengers rindou #kisaki fluff #kokonoi fluff #kakucho #mikey #keisuke baji #draken #sanzu #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons

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starjaeyun · 10 months

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MINE : you made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter !

— dating hanma shuji was the best reckless decision you have ever made

includes! hanma shuji x fem! reader

warnings! smoking, verbal abuse & mentions of it, mentions of a controlling father, toxic parent (father), use of pet names (baby doll)

note! speak now (tv) is out now‼️ i absolutely had to write this w/ hanma bc i remembered him n came up w/ this scenario while listening to mine (tv) 😞

being the daughter of one of the top lawyers in tokyo, you'd say your 'perfect' life was practically scripted. from your words, expressions, mannerism, everything! literally, every single thing you did had to be criticized and changed by your father. you had to be careful of everything you say or do as your father paraded you as his 'perfect daughter' when he didn't even treat you as his

you were the typical rich girl who had everything but love and freedom. clearly, your father cared more about his name than you, his daughter.

you've accepted long ago that this is how you were going to spend the rest of your life until your father's death and you were secretly wishing for his lifespan to shorten every time he insulted you for the slightest mistakes, sometimes you didn't even make a mistake he just thinks you're not perfect enough to be walking around and being called his daughter

naturally, it hurt you. but you've gotten used to it and have learned to ignore him

as much as you didn't want anything to do with him and his filthy money, he wouldn't allow you to move out as "it would not look good to the public for a lawyer like me to allow my daughter to move out and for all i know, you could just run around and throw dirt on my name" you could still vision the disgusted look on his face as he spat those venom laced words

though he was right, you did want to throw a little bit of dirt on his name. and what better way to do that than by dating a delinquent from shibuya?

"doesn't it scare you?" hanma asked as he gave you the cigarette in between his fingers and made himself feel at home, sitting on your bed with his back against the headboard and an arm slung around your shoulder

"what's there to be scared of?"

"maybe how your father is a top lawyer in tokyo and how a delinquent is climbing to your balcony every night since two months ago? doesn't it scare you how we could easily get caught? for all i know one of your neighbors could just spot me tryna climb the tree next to your window"

your eyes met his, a lazy smile painting your face as you gave the cigarette back to him, "but that's what makes it exciting" hanma blinked in surprise but soon enough a playful smirk painted his features, "you're so much more than what i thought you were, baby doll" he says, arm leaving your shoulder and going down to your waist as he guided you to sit on his lap

"how so?"

"hmm..thought you were a rebellious little girl tryna get revenge on her controlling daddy"

"but it was your doing"

hanma raised a brow, "how so?" this time it was him who asked the question

a shy and out of character smile spread across your lips, "never had the guts to really do stuff like this..always had to be prim n proper, had to be careful with my words n actions ya know what i mean, but the thing is before i met you all those thoughts were just...thoughts"

hanma pulled your body closer to his own, "made daddy's careful little girl a little rebel hmm?" he spoke with that arrogant tone he used whenever he won a fight so easily as he littered your face with kisses

"mhm..you're indeed the best thing that's ever been mine"

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dr4kenlvr · 1 year

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can i request for a ❝ don't go yet, let me hold you for a moment. ❞ prompt but with hanma </3 cuz. him >:'((((

prompt: "don't go yet, let me hold you for a moment." + hanma shuji

nana's note: yes ofc u can my love <3 oh shu', :(((( i will never get tired of writing for him

hanma's chest falls as he exhales a puff of smoke, and the palm you rest against him falls with it. his golden eyes snake over your figure, body thrown over his. your blanket barely does the job to keep you warm, as you cling onto him for warmth instead.

his fingers trace small miscellaneous drawings on your skin, making you chuckle into his side at the ticklish spots. “shu’ that tickles!” you giggle, pushing him slightly away from you.

hanma laughs with you, his chest rumbling gently. he slides a palm over the exposed skin of your arm, relishing in the feel of you next to him. hanma gives himself a moment or two, before turning over to put out his cigarette on the ashtray you have in your room. he smiles, remembering that you had purchased it just for him.

that was the first sign he was about to leave, the next being the kiss on your forehead. then, hanma speaks up: “okay angel, m’gonna go now," another kiss to your cheek, "i’ll pick you up tom—”

“don’t go yet, let me hold you for a moment.” you whine, tangling yourself further with his limbs. you press a kiss to his collarbone, eyes opening to peer up at your boyfriend, whose intense stare makes you shrivel into his side once more.

hanma laughs once more at your antics, pulling the covers up to hide both your bodies from the outside world. "whatever you want, baby ♡."

#hanma x reader #hanma shuij x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #hanma x reader fluff #hanma shuji x reader fluff #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers x reader fluff #hanma fluff #hanma shuji fluff #hanma drabble #hanma shuji drabble #tokyo revengers drabble #hanma oneshot #hanma shuji oneshot #tokyo revengers oneshot #ask game

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reiomi · 2 years

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𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 ︙"𝖶𝖤'𝖱𝖤 𝖡𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖪𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖴𝖯"

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 — 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗈𝗋

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 — 𝖭𝖠𝖧𝖮𝖸𝖠 / 𝖣𝖱𝖠𝖪𝖤𝖭 / 𝖧𝖠𝖭𝖬𝖠 / 𝖡𝖠𝖩𝖨 / 𝖬𝖠𝖭𝖩𝖨𝖱𝖮 / 𝖪𝖠𝖹𝖴𝖳𝖮𝖱𝖠

𝐀/𝐍 — 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗆.𝗂.𝖺, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗅

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obitohno · 2 years

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pillow talk [SAMPLE] | hanma x reader

synopsis: after vowing to loathe hanma for as long as you live, you somehow end up tangled in his bedsheets

themes: fem! reader, nsfw, 18+, enemies to lovers, one night stand, the morning after, unrequited love

a/n: please not that this is a sample. i’m currently writing a new one shot for hanma, bc i’m a huge sucker for the enemies-to-lovers troupe n i feel like it was made for hanma. idk what the word count is bc i’ve been writing this on my phone, n i’m yet to transfer it to my laptop, but here is a sample of what i’ve written so far. i’m really excited to finish this, it’s just taking me longer bc my new job is draining me so much rn :/ n bc i also pls for this to (potentially) be longer than my other fics. hopefully i’ll be able to finish it over the weekend, but! pls tell me what you think, via comments or dms, bc i’d really like some feedback as to whether people would like to read more.

update: i’ve now completed this story. you can now read the finished version here.

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there are many emotions that you can associate with each time the fates decide to test your misfortunate knack of bumping into hanma shuji, but happiness isn’t one of them. and unfortunately for you, today is yet another of those days.

you’ve never been able to pinpoint the exact reason why the mere sight of his face is enough to irate you, nor are you able to explain why just an utterance of his name influences the instinctive reflex to roll your eyes before you’re able to stop it from happening. most of the time, you like to think of yourself as the better person, but there comes a time when one must simply accept that they are not above disliking someone enough to sneak into the office kitchen to swap the salt with the sugar just to see their arch nemesis grimace into their morning cup of coffee during the weekly team meeting. and there must also come a time when one will be humbled, embarrassed, or suffer at the hands of karma, no matter how much it may sacrifice the reputation of your own ego. or his, for that matter.

and today is that day.

you don’t notice anything unusual when you first wake, refusing to open your eyes when you regain enough wit about yourself to recognise the heat of this morning’s sun burning into your right cheek. your left is pressed into the pillow beneath your head, your limbs splayed in all directions under the bedsheets. you can feel a tendril of hair tickling your forehead with each upward breath that is puffed from between your lips, which, with one flick of your tongue, feel dry due to lack of hydration. it is with this discomfort that your eyes finally blink open with great effort, lids drooping with exhaustion. for a long, blissful moment, you’re not conscious enough to recognise that this, in fact, is not your bed. nor is it your bedroom, either.

that long, blissful moment continues as you move to stifle a yawn with the back of your hand, eyes blinking to regain some sort of coherency. only then, do you realise that your prone form is tangled in a mess of grey, silken bedsheets that do not belong to you. instantly, your spine stiffens, rigid with the brief flicker of anxiousness that has rendered you frozen. this pause stretches for far longer than what is probably deemed necessary, and before you take a proper look around you, you’re throwing the sheets back and stumbling from the ridiculously comfortable mattress, almost tripping over your own feet in your panic. there’s a bedside table that looks to be carved from an expensive oak—the sight of which makes your nose turn up—but nonetheless, it is what you reach out for when your ankle rolls painfully and you stifle a yelp by pushing your top row of teeth into the plush cushioning of your bottom lip. only, it seems that it’s unnecessary for you to catch your balance on the bedside table, but at that exact moment, the other occupant of the room reaches out and curls their fingers around your wrist in order to steady your balance.

this time, you do scream; a stressed noise that even makes you wince, and you yank your wrist free whilst simultaneously losing said balance and landing hard on the ground. the impact forces a shocked grunt from your mouth, but you’re not focused on that, because you’ve now realised that you’ve awoken—as naked as the day you were born—in the bed of someone you do not know.

except, the fates decide to prove you wrong, because the stranger breaks the silence, speaking in a low baritone that has served nothing but to aggravate you in every single possible way for the past decade.

‘what you doin’ down there?’

and then, a shock of dark hair—mixed with bleached strands of golden-yellow—appears within your line of sight as he peers over the edge of the mattress to eye your sprawled form on the floor. heavily lidded eyes dance across your naked skin, but you’re too busy gawking at him in horror to recognise the flicker of arousal that passes over his features. when your jaw finally has the mind to stop hanging open, it snaps shut and your brows lower, pulling together as you glower up at him, thrusting an accusatory index finger in his face.

‘you!’

and he, in typical hanma fashion, smirks. mockingly, he raises his own hand to point at his own bare chest, his other palm occupied by the weight of his head as he leans on it, appearing very comfortable with looking down at you. ‘me?’ he drawls, smirk widening when you finally recognise that you’re not wearing any clothes, and you rush to sit up, hands scrambling to grip the bedsheets and yank them from the bed in a desperate attempt to hide your nakedness from his greedy eyes. in doing so, though, you’d failed to think of the possibility that he’d be just as naked as you are, and your cheeks are lit aflame upon the sight of his cock, semi-hard against the crook of his thigh, nestled amongst a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair. he isn’t nearly as embarrassed as you are—in fact, he only seems to be amused at your current predicament—and he simply lazes across the bare mattress, the corners of his eyes stretching slightly as he grins wide enough to bare his teeth at you. the sight makes your stomach twist with something that isn’t quite like disgust, but you promptly ignore it in favour of glaring at his stupid, smug face instead.

‘y-you!’ you splutter again, recognising the burning feeling of anger quickly settling in the centre of your chest. your voice is shrill as you demand, ‘what the hell are you doing here!?’

he looks at you pointedly, a single, black eyebrow quirking up toward his hairline, ‘i live here?’

you have nothing to say to that, so instead, you redirect your anger toward the very obvious elephant in the room—how in the hells did you end up in his room? his bed? when you voice these questions aloud, you watch his eyebrows pinch together in what you can only describe as thinly veiled annoyance.

‘what? you don’t remember?’

he sounds angrier than you’d expected, but it only fuels your own irritation, an emotion that isn’t foreign to you, especially when it concerns him. ‘obviously not,’ you snap at him, eyes wandering over the expanse of his thighs, all the way down to his ankles. you follow the lines and curves of his muscles as he pushes himself upright, eyes narrowing down at you.

it’s no secret that the two of you don’t get along. you’d immediately taken to disliking him when you first met as teenagers, and it appeared that he’d felt the same. then, you’d graduated from university, and you had made the mistake of thinking that you had finally escaped from seeing his insufferable face every damned day, only to have the misfortune of accepting a secretarial role at one of the largest law firms in the country, and being introduced to the senior partner, hanma-fucking-shuji, on the very first day. and, much like in his teenage years, hanma had made sure to live up to his infuriating nickname—the reaper—and has continued to make your life a living hell ever since.

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Breakups

Breakups are hard, you weren't expecting to be broken twice in row by the same person...

Warnings: MDNI (minors do not engage), both parties are adults, unprotected sex, slight angst if you squint, smut, mentions of murder, spoilers if you have not read the Tenjiku arc.

Hanma Shuji was notorious for his callus behavior, his demeanor was nothing short of boorish. The man smoked anywhere he felt like it, did anything he wanted, fucked who ever he wanted and beat the shit out of who ever he wanted. He was known for his strength and also known to have no mercy on his opponents. How did you cross paths and how did you end up falling for him?

“I'm leaving Shuji.” You say teary eyed as you pack your belongings. He couldn't even bat an eyelash at your worlds. “Whatever doll…” There was no ounce of care or respect on his tongue. It burned, much more than you thought - it was as if he was putting his cigarette out on your skin. The moment you walked out that door it felt like you were shattering into a million pieces. Things weren't just the same anymore.

You met him when he was a loner, never one to keep company or friends but for some reason you always ended up stuck with him or under him. It was a relationship where things just came to be. You moved in with him after a year together and it was always entertaining. There wasn't a dull moment between you too. Whether he was trying to get your sweets in public or if he was throwing fists - there was always a spark. The adrenaline rush sometimes gave you a high you didn't even know you needed until you met him. There was always that question looming over everyone's head, what is a sweetheart like you doing with a demon like him? He wasn't one for emotions but everything changed when he met Kisaki Tetta. He became much more of an asshole than he already was. The devotion that he had for Kisaki was making you feel as if you meant nothing to him. Worse was when he got involved with Tenjiku, he followed Kisaki through hell and back. But he wouldn't do the same for you, even when you asked him for the simplest things - it was always 'I don't have time for that', 'how dull', or your favorite - 'Kisaki is waiting for me'. Enough is enough, with a heavy heart you made the choice to walk away from him, you were nothing more than a stubborn ache in his head that he couldn't wait to get rid of.

“Finally, you know your place…” A familiar voice said when you walked out of Hanma's apartment. It was none other than Kisaki, the cause of your dismay and heartache. “He's all yours you little shit…” You retorted and bumped shoulders as you made your way down the block. The ache in your chest was becoming unbearable, what was years of breaking down barriers was all gone in less than 6 months after meeting Kisaki.

Months passed by and there was no sign of Hanma anywhere. You saw the news, there were three deaths in the Kanto incident. One of them happened to be Kisaki, the demon who ended up getting Shuji tangled in murder. He was an accomplice to Kisaki in the death of an innocent girl who happened to be none other than the younger sister of Sano Manjiro. You only met once, but it was enough to make your heart sink. By the looks of it, he was on the run and with nowhere left to go - where would he go?

You looked for him day and night, asking around the sketchier side of town if they'd seen a man with tattoos on his hands, but of course he was a wanted man - no one dared to cross the reaper. No one gave you any clues or answers. Concerned with his safety, you tried putting yourself out there so that he could come find you. As much as you knew it was wrong, you knew that if the authorities, Mikey, or worse - the man with the dragon tattoo on his temple got a hold of Shuji, you’d never see him again. Leaving behind notes in places where he used to frequent was another way to try to get him to find you. "He might just kill you too (Y/N)." A friend said when they caught wind of you searching for your ex boyfriend. You gave up after months of him being MIA.

A year later…

What a shit show, your clients were completely out-of-hand today, your bosses made you stay late, multiple coworkers called in sick, you almost had to punch a client for getting too handsy. You were walking home from work late at night and the quiet fear of someone following you started to creep up on you. Turning to look over your shoulder, you saw nothing - just an empty street with flickering lamp posts. It was unnerving as you would have preferred to see someone, just so you know you're not crazy.

When you finally made it home, you unlocked your door and stepped in, exhaling a sigh of relief. I need to change my hours, this is ridiculous… Your train of thought was disrupted when the lights weren't turning on. The cherry on top of your disaster sundae. Walking around blindly in the dark, you began cursing yourself when you tripped on a pair of shoes that were in the hallway. Your hands were reaching for all the light switches but it was no use. It looked like your unit lost power. A small creek coming from somewhere in your apartment made you spin around blindly in the darkness, trying to focus on what was in front of you. “He-” You began but immediately stopped yourself, recalling all the horror movies you've seen before, it was always the person who called out 'Hello', that got killed first. Quietly, you backed away from the hallway and into the living room. You were going to call your neighbor for help, just in case there was really someone in your apartment.

The moment you turned to face the doorway, you were met with a tall figure blocking your exit route. Your blood ran cold, making you freeze in place. Their heavy footsteps echoed louder in your ear as the figure began to come closer. The stench of cigarettes perforated your nostrils and you thought you were going to die. This person must have been in the middle of the robbery when you got home. The flicker of a lighter made you flinch, the yellow-orange light was too dim to make out who was in front of you. You could only catch a few details, he was tall, had a hoodie over him and had long hair. The hood drooped over his eyes, you couldn't tell if he was looking at you. His other hand moved slowly upward, he held a cigarette and lit it up. You could hear him inhale and the tip of the cigarette burned red - the combination of the lighter and cigarette light illuminated his hands. You felt your stomach drop when you noticed the signature tattoo… The person standing in your home was none other than Hanma Shuji.

“Shuji…?” You asked carefully, your feet were still cemented to the ground as a chill ran up your spine. “It's been a while, doll…” He said as he pulled his hood back, allowing you to see his face for the first time in over a year. His hair grew out, blonde streaks framed his face and even at this distance you noticed the dark circles under his eyes. For a man who has been on the run, you were almost certain he was at his wits end - he would only come to you if he had nowhere else left to go.

He began to close the distance slowly and carefully. Knowing you weren’t stupid enough to make any sudden moves, he was more worried about you trying to punch him more than anything. “What are you doing here? Why are you here?” You tried to choke back your fear, it’s been so long - you weren’t sure if this was still the same Shuji you knew. “I need a favor.” Hanma asked with a bit of discomfiture. Struggling with how to respond, you half wanted to wrap your arms around him and the other half wanted to shove him out of your apartment. “I can’t…I’m living with someone.” You lied through your teeth to try and get him out of your apartment, if you get caught harboring a criminal then that was it. Kiss your work goodbye and that life you worked so hard to build - it would have been for nothing.

The snicker that escaped his lips made you pout, he sounded the same and it always created a spark regardless of the situation. Hanma took a drag from his cigarette and was now inches from your face, he exhaled the smoke through his nostrils and had a grin on his face. “You live alone dollface.” Damn it, you wished he didn’t know that, you were hoping he’d take the bait. It looks like he had taken a look through your apartment prior to you getting home. “I’ll be quiet and out of your hair in a few days.” Those beautiful golden eyes remained bright, they never dulled - sucking you in. “I-I don’t know Shuji…what if someone sees-” You were met with a long slender finger pressed against your lip, silencing your next words. “Like I said, I’ll be quiet and out in a few days…” If only you had taken up the offer of having a roommate, you would have not been in this situation.

Stepping back, you muttered an ‘ok’. A small sigh of relief could be heard from him. You never thought you’d ever hear an expression of worry or concern from him. He really was at his wits end. “Did you do something to my power?” You ask a little annoyed that you were still in the dark with a pretty much a total stranger. Hanma began to walk away and into your closet in the entryway where you breakers were, he flipped the switches and the lights came back on. It felt as if someone was shining a flashlight in your face, you screwed your eyes shut and winced. The heavy footsteps came close again, when you opened your eyes and adjusted to the light, you finally saw him. The dark circles under his eyes were noticeable, he lost weight and his fingers looked a little boney.

“You look good (Y/N).” He said while smirking at you, admiring your curves and the low cut blouse you were wearing. The pink that dusted your features became visible to him, he always knew what to say to make you feel self conscious. “Go shower, you smell like beer and cigarettes. There is an extra toothbrush in the bathroom drawers. I’ll bring you some clothes too.” You say while turning away from him, you needed an excuse to move away from his sharp eyes. He grinned and began to make his way to your bathroom. Truth is, he knew you had kept some of his clothes, he knew you kept spare stuff in your home just for him. Call it a gut feeling, that or he had already snooped around your apartment long enough to take notice. “Keep the shower head in place please - I know you’re tall but if you move it, you’ll flood my bathroom.” You said while pinching the bridge of your nose. Your shower had a frameless door that covered about 65% of the entryway.

The moment he was out of sight, you walked into your bedroom and collapsed on the soft mattress. What the hell were you thinking allowing him to stay here? He could kill you, he could rob you, he could strangle you in your sleep - oh god, what if he sets your apartment on fire while you’re sleeping? After a few minutes of arguing with yourself you got up to grab a towel and his old clothes - you really only used them while at home but could never bring yourself to throw them out. When you stepped out of your room, you noticed that the bathroom door was cracked and you could hear that the shower was on. He’s in already? Good - I don’t want to face him. You think to yourself as you knock on the door. “Shuji? I’m coming in to leave a towel and some clothes out for you.” He stayed quiet. Mentally, you rolled your eyes at his non responsive ass. By the looks of it, he already knew where the extra stuff was - the toothbrush was already out and used. I guess he really was looking around your apartment before you got home. Through the foggy glass, you could see his silhouette and long hair that reached his shoulders. Fuck, now was not the time to get excited. As much as you denied it, you couldn’t help but think about him when you were alone at night. Sometimes wearing his clothes to bed had you feeling whole, almost as if he was there with you, but the thoughts turned into desire, you’d end up pleasuring yourself when your thoughts ran wild. The thoughts began to make your legs quiver and warmth spread through your core. Thinking about what he was up to, where he was and who he was fucking - it made a knot in your throat and butterflies in your stomach. Soon the bitter taste that lingered on your tongue would snatch you out of bliss.

“(Y/N)?” Hanma asked as he peaked around the edge of the glass, you quickly turned around to face the door to avoid him catching you daydreaming. “Y-Yes?” Crap! You stuttered on your own words and he was quick to catch on. “You’re out of soap…” Huh? That’s not possible, you were almost certain that you replaced the bottle in the shower a few days ago, there was no way it was empty. “Um, there is some extra under the sink…” You say and begin to walk out, but are stopped by him calling your name out again. “Don’t wanna get your floor wet…can you get it for me?” You couldn’t see that lazy grin he had plastered on his face but you could already imagine it. Exhaling in annoyance, you kept facing towards the door and took a few steps back to reach the cabinet door under the sink. When you grabbed the bottle, you stood up and extended your arm back for him to take the soap. “I can’t reach.” Hanma was seriously testing your patience. “Are you kidding me? Those fucking long ass arms of yours can’t reach?” You retorted and took a step back to get closer.

His hands brushed against yours when he reached over to take the bottle from your hands. It felt like electricity coursing through your veins, you almost - almost turned around to face him. “Thanks dollface.” Hanma said coyly, he was taking advantage of you looking the other way so that he could rake his eyes over your figure. Things that he never appreciated about you made his member twitch. You were always too kind, compared to him - you were a saint, an angel who had mercy on a devil.

After exiting the bathroom, you closed the door, making sure there was no way to see him exposed. You didn't know how much more you could take, your core was throbbing and your heart was pounding. If you could, you would go back there and…NO! He made his choice…You think to yourself as you peeled your body away from the door.

Stepping into your bedroom, you began to undress and change into your comfy clothing. It was already 2:00 a.m. and you were ready to just call it a night. A soft knock on your door made you jump and quickly finish changing - “Yes?”, he could hear you shuffling around in your room. “Got anything to eat?” Of course, the first thing he would ask for is food right after a shower, like always. He hasn’t really changed. “You are more than welcome to raid my fridge.” You said while stepping out of your room in your loungewear. Shorts and a tank top, it wasn’t anything flashy or sexy, but oh how you just lit a fire in him. Oh how he regrets letting you walk away that day. He could feel his cock begin to harden at how pretty your skin looked, he wanted to touch it, bite it and mark it.

“Shuji?” You asked, feeling a little uncomfortable at how his eyes traveled along your chest. When he refused to peel his eyes away, you scoffed and turned around to get back into your room to find a sweater or robe to wear. Hanma realized you were planning to hide away and walked in right behind you. The heavy footsteps made you spin around and you were now face to face with him. “Don't…” The low and heavy tone made your heart skip a beat. His word was laced with hunger, it was more of a demand than a request. It felt like you were rooted in place when he got closer, leaning in to ghost his lips on your neck. He could hear your breathing become unsteady, you wanted him more than you were letting on. Your scent was like heaven to him, you never stopped wearing that perfume he said he liked on you. The warm amber, vanilla and sandalwood notes had him intoxicated, memories of you underneath him began to play in his head.

“Shu…” You began to back away but were met with long slender arms being wrapped around your waist, pulling you in. “You're so beautiful, dollface…” He said while nipping at your neck. It made your breath hitch and a light moan escaped your lips. God you could feel his member throb and twitch against you as he left open mouth kisses on your neck. “No one comes close to what you feel like…” Hungry hands began to roam your back and waist, his calloused fingers were tracing your spine and dipping below to grip your hips - it made your breath hitch when he squeezed a little too tight. “Ow, Shuji - stop.” You pleaded but he pushed you backwards, making you fall back into the mattress. He had you pinned beneath him with his mouth latched on to your neck, sucking on the skin and leaving purple marks. It hurts too much to ignore the pain in the pleasure, to ignore the heartache that was running rampant in your chest. “Babe, stop!” In one motion you shoved him away from you, the tears in your eyes were now streaming down your face and he took notice. He was too busy devouring your neck to even feel the fat tears roll down your cheek. You didn’t realize what you just called him but oh how he caught that in an instant, there were still lingering feelings for him.

“You don’t get to just break into my apartment and expect me to act like nothing happened! I can’t act like you didn’t break my heart, I can’t act like you weren’t involved in a murder!” Those last words sounded too harsh, even for you - it made you clasp your hands over your mouth. So that’s what this was about, in his mind you were still bitter about him choosing Kisaki over you, he wasn’t even thinking about murder being the reason why you pushed him off. “Still being a bitch about me leaving you?” The smirk on his face made your heart drop, he thinks that he was the one that ended it? That he’s the one who called it quits? No, he was not about to try and belittle your feelings again.

“I fucking left you, you asshole! I walked out that door and you did nothing to stop me! Even after all I did for you, I gave myself to you-” Hanma was quick to cut you off. “I didn’t ask you to give yourself to me, babe.” The rancorous words felt like someone throwing acid in your face. Why did Hanma even decide to come here? He was responding the only way he knew how, like an asshole. Was it really that easy for him to think that you were going to bend to his will or that you were going to lovingly open your heart for him? “Why the fuck did you come here Shuji?” You spat back. There was a glint of pain in his eyes. He didn’t want to admit it but you were his last choice. When he saw your figure walk down the street a few days ago he was reminded of the days spent with you, how you were the only one who opened up to him and didn’t use him. The memories of having his hands wrapped around your throat while he fucked into your warm and tight walls, and seeing you smile as he did - it sent him over the edge. It was truly the only time he felt peace and maybe even love, but he had his head too far up his ass to even realize it. Once Kisaki was out of the picture, he knew he had nothing left.

“Get off of me Shuji…” You muttered while covering your face with your arm - he didn’t deserve to see you cry over him. Seeing you fall apart for the first time was clouding his judgment. He should have walked out of your apartment, there was a high chance that you would report him to the police if he stayed but the way your chest was heaving up and down - he couldn’t bring himself to leave you.

Hanma leaned in and you feel the strands of long hair cage your face, he nipped your bottom lip while gently moving your arm away from your face. He wanted to see your pouty face and etch it into his memory. Those golden eyes were like rich pools of honey, sucking you in just like before - as much as you wanted to resist, it was futile. The moment he reached to cup your face, you caved in and pulled him in by the collar of his shirt. The kisses were delicate and slow, growing hungrier by the second as you bit his lower lip - making him growl into the kiss. “Were you not happy with me?” You asked between kisses and sobs, you thought about him almost everyday and wondered if he was thinking of you. If he would have come back to you sooner, you were almost a 100% sure you would have ran away with him or hid him from the world.

He couldn’t respond, there was too much running through his head and the way you were kissing him, his whole body was becoming numb. “Shuji?” You asked, while running your fingers through his tresses. His large palms ran down your hips and gripped your ass, making you raise your hips to meet his. He began to move your hips into his, feeling the warmth of your clothed cunt made a whimper escape his throat. Oh how you missed him, behind that destructive demeanor was a man who melted for you.

“I found your notes, dollface.” He finally responded while pulling your shorts down. The pang in your chest felt like someone sucker punching you. “...and you didn’t come back to me?” The anguish in your tone made him feel guilty for once. A sob broke through the heated moment. He knew…he fucking knew… The inner voice was screaming at you, it knew not to trust him, it was begging you to stop before it went any farther. The sensation of something long and hard pressed between your thighs made you pull his hair back. He didn’t even bother to underdress, only pulling the sweats down enough to set his member free. Lining himself up with your slit, he pushed past your entrance and basked at how your body reacted to him. He didn’t even bother to prep you, he wanted to see the raw reactions that contorted your face with pain and pleasure. The stretch burned and you wanted to spit him back out but your body was betraying itself, it wanted more.

He was coating his cock with your sweet arousal by slowly pulling out and thrusting back in little by little when met with resistance. Soft moans and pants filled the room when he bottomed out, he remained still as he felt your velvet walls around his length. His head was resting in the crook of your neck, he too was trying hard not to break. Nothing compared to being buried inside you, your walls were his home, his sanctuary. You could feel him throb between your legs and let out a breathy moan. He took that as his que to move. Slow and deep thrusts had you whimpering underneath him, the way he completely filled you up made the coil in your belly tighten. He pulled your tank top down and pulled the cups of your unlined bra down to expose your perky breasts to the cool air.

Hanma licked his thumb and began to rub it on the pebbled nub. His saliva was acting like a lubricant and his thumb kept tracing gentle circles on it while his mouth latched on to your other nipple. The electricity that ran down your spine made your back arch. Innocent and sweet moans echoed in his ear, god how he loved hearing you fall apart for him. “Shuji…harder…” You begged as you ran your nails down his back, leaving red streaks and threatening to tear the skin. He smirked against your skin. Your body ached for him, burned for him - it felt like an eternity without him. He began to bite and suck on your nipples, making you moan loudly - loud enough for your neighbors to hear. “Fuck dollface, I miss making you scream for me.” He said as he moved on to your left nippled and began biting it again.

His hips began to pick up the pace, repeatedly hitting that sweet spot that had you moaning out his name. “Shit, (Y/N)- you’re gonna make me cum.” Just him panting and grunting out your name had you on cloud 9. The tip of his cock kept kissing your cervix, making you arch your back and pull his hair - never in a million years did you ever think he’d let his hair grow out but oh how it was working to your advantage. Those desperate and hungry moans that bled through his lips as you tugged those tresses had you grinning coyly, even while he was on top - he was losing control. More and more you found yourself wanting to break him, make him regret losing you and make him yours again.

Almost as if he could read your mind, he sat up and pinned your wrists above your head. It only took one hand to do so, there was no struggle to keep your small wrists in place. Those bright eyes of his reflected mischief and fire. “You’re still my good girl, yeah?” Hanma said as he slammed repeatedly into you, making your eyes roll into the back of your skull with each thrust. You could only absentmindedly nod your head and moan out a sweet yes for him. The way he would continuously bring you closer and closer to the edge was making new tears form on your lash line. “Oh god…” You moaned and tried to free your wrists. “Shuji…I’m so close…” He could only look down at you and admire your beautiful face contorted with pleasure. Pleasure that he was giving you, no one else - just him.

With his free hand, he began to teasingly trace light circles on your clit. The sensation was making your legs shake. Hanma can feel the way your walls were contracting and sucking him in deeper and tighter. He was beginning to feel the warmth ravage his core, low grunts and moans were bleeding from his mouth. Not only did he want to reach his high, he wanted you to reach yours as well. That unmistakable feeling was creeping up your spine, your breathing became erratic and with one final thrust and swipe of his fingers on your clit, your eyes were clouded in white.

He painted your walls white and continued to thrust until he completely emptied himself in you. Left in a sweaty and dazed mess you pulled him in for a heated kiss. “Stay with me Shuji.” You whispered into his lips, hoping he would say yes. “I’ll stay, dollface.” He grinned and continued to kiss you. Sweet nothings were exchanged, regardless of the things he did, you still loved him, you still kept him in your heart. Hanma knew that this was his home, you were his home - he should have never left. The whole night was spent between the sheets, that is until you both passed out from exhaustion.

Morning sunlight trickled into your room, the warmth of the bedsheets had you not wanting to open your eyes, let alone move from your comfortable position. You groaned when the sunlight hit your square in the face and you rolled over, the right side of the bed was cold and empty. When last night’s actions finally replayed in your head, you jolted up in a panic - “Shuji?” You gasped and wrapped yourself in a bathrobe. Your legs felt like jelly and you couldn’t even walk straight. “Shuji!” You called out yet again and were met with silence. Looking around, you noticed that the extra close you had kept from him was missing. Your wallet was open and on the table. He stole what little cash you had and walked out. He knew he couldn't stay here with you, not like this. “You fucking liar!” You screamed inside the empty home with hot tears falling down your face. He could have at least said goodbye, he could have at least told you no when you asked him to stay but all he could do was tell you lies and disappear. Something deep down inside you was telling you that this was the last time you’d ever see him again.

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