#hanma x reader if you squint

[i-want-men-i-cant-have]

✮ imagine kisaki dating you just to be closer to hina, your best friend. you knew her since you could remember and kisaki since cram school. you didn't have a real opinion on him and just thought he was the shy, studious type- nothing really special to write home about.

✮ but you were surprised when he confessed a little after hina started talking about a boy named takemichi and how he saved her. you don’t know why he confessed at all. you couldn't even think of a single reason. you never spoke; it was just you standing behind hina, waiting for her to finish complimenting him so you could go get popsicles at the park.

✮ the confession seemed fake- even something a little you could pick up on. it was like a robot, and not in the way he was confessing to himself in the mirror so many times; it was just dry. the confession had no heart to it. he wasn't even blushing and looking down, flickering his eye to you and the ground and spilling out, “i like like you!” it was just bland. so bland, in fact, you forgot every single word of it even while listening to it.

✮ but you were also young and thought a boyfriend would make you cooler, so you accepted it. also because you didn’t want to be left behind from hina and her ever-growing relationship with takemichi.

✮ when you asked him why he liked you a few weeks into the relationship, he said something about how you were like a plant and didn't get on his nerves. you didn't talk to him for a week after that.

✮ but when middle school started is when you were questioning the relationship. sure, it was weird to date someone and then move into middle school. the new personalities and new friend groups would naturally cause conflicts, but you were determined to keep on dating the guy. so determined it clouded your thoughts on the real underlying reason he even wanted to date you. you also didn't want to question if he liked you just to have a repeat of the plant comment.

✮ you were still friends with hina in middle school, going from a friend to a best friend if takemichi didn't already fit that role with a boyfriend. you were jealous of him, spending so much time with her after school. you didn’t know if that was the real reason or maybe jealous of their relationship. kisaki looked at you and spent time with you, yes, but it all seemed so artificial. like some alien trying to blend into the real world disguised as a cow with purple spots in a field of grass.

✮ it all changed, or spiraled when he met some guy, oniinii, osanii, osanai? he said you have your friends and he can have his, so you shouldn't judge, so you didn’t. you let him be. after all, relationships are built on trust and understanding.

✮ now the only time he wants to hang out is when you make an offside comment about how hina was going to be there or you were hanging out with hina. you thought it was just a way for him to be less awkward around you- a third person to brighten up the mood and keep the conversation from coming to an awkward pause. still, when you mentioned other names, he just hummed and continued to study for an upcoming test while you sat on his bed staring at the tv.

✮ after about a month of this, you were a little more than mad. you wanted to stay in the relationship for a reason you couldn’t pin down. you wanted to think it was because you liked him and his calming presence. you shoved down the feeling of being stubborn; a year plus relationship with someone wasn't a lot, but to you, it was. you’ve stuck with him for a year; he’s the first and only guy to confess to you. then you pushed down the feeling of not wanting to be alone, just having friends- nothing special like a boyfriend in sight.

✮ so you started shoving more and more dates in his face if one date a week was bombarding. you just wanted a simple lunch date with him on the weekend, drink something nice, and maybe eat a sweet with him and talk about your week.

✮ but he would slowly start to ditch it more and more as the weeks passed. the first and second week were the best because he actually showed up and stayed. you would carry the conversation, assuming he was awkward, but it was overall a nice time- calm and comfortable.

✮ but he would slowly slip farther and farther from your date plans. you didn’t want to question it the first few times he left as he said osanai needed him and you assumed he was just tutoring the poor guy. you didn't want to judge people based on their appearance, an appearance you had yet to see but from the sound of it he could be a delinquent. besides, kisaki was leaving money to pay for his and maybe your meal if you didn’t talk a lot. yet as the weeks passed, your thoughts of the tutoring switched to your boyfriend getting bullied by the gang member you only know the name of.

✮ kisaki did catch onto your worry and he told you not to worry. he had told you osanai was his friend. he had told you osanai needed some help with homework. he had told you him and osanai needed to finish a last-minute project. excuses, excuses and more excuses.

✮ now the only dates you even get are the spur-of-the-moment ones which you force him to go on. even then, he leaves early, leaving more and more cash on the table each time to cover the bill.

✮ and then came hanma. you remembered that man's name the first time you heard it. you hated the way he looked at you. he had this look as if to tell you he knew so much more than you. like he knew something you didn't. not to mention his laugh whenever you left the room. your room. they would talk and discuss whatever teenagers talk about in your room, food crumbs on your bed left by the new boy.

✮ your boyfriend and his new replacement for osanai even used kisaki's room. you know this from kisaki telling you randomly, as if to diffuse your anger after a long day. but then hanma said he liked the vibe of yours so they used it more. you had a feeling he was just making up excuses so he could get a mini maid, you.

✮ you were afraid of the new replacement of osanai. you don’t even think kisaki remembers him, which pisses you off more than you’d like to admit because he spent more time with him than you.

✮ hanma got under your skin in more ways than one. he never got mad at you, never even raising a hand to hit you. it was that look he gave you that made you hate him so much, not the amount of time he spent with your boyfriend.

✮ when you yelled at the tall boy for smoking in your room, he laughed and told you not to worry about it so much because he did it out the window. you were on the verge of shoving him out the window if he kept up being himself.

✮ but the reason you probably hated hanma so much was that you had more of a relationship with him than the boy you were in a relationship with.

✮ now, you remember those dates kisaki left you for with osanai? now he was leaving with hanma every time he apologized quicker and quicker. each time he left, he would leave a wad of cash greater and greater than the last. you didn’t want to question the money; it was his life after all. it also would mostly cover the tab and sometimes leave you some extra money. one of these times you had enough left over to buy him a present, and with your anniversary coming up, you wanted to buy him something- it was his money after all.

✮ you liked the present having thought about it for a while now. you had decided on a mini pig phone charm, remembering how they were one of the smartest animals in that one documentary you watched a few years ago. you also remembered he didn’t like dumb people, something he brought up when you asked what the amount of money the tip would be. it was the perfect anniversary gift! so perfect in fact you bought a matching one so you could even remember you had a boyfriend!

✮ and a week after your anniversary when you walked into your room, you saw hanma sitting on your bed, looking at his phone while something played in the background. that little pig charm was dangling from his phone, almost taunting you. even that stupid pig was giving you the pitting look hanma would always give you, only this time hanma had a smile on his face watching as your eyes followed the animal sway side to side. side to side on your boyfriends best friends phone.

✮ when you ran to the bathroom to call hina, kisaki was knocking on the door a few minutes after you burst out of your own room. he sounded so… dissatisfied. so unfazed. like he was forced to do it, but you knew better than to believe it was hanma who did it. could it be? your boyfriend was actually trying to care for you? did he actually appreciate all that time you spent trying to love and care for him? did he love your date ideas? did he love you?

✮ no.

✮ no.

✮ no.

“can you stop crying? it’s annoying and i can’t focus.”

✮ tetta kisaki must die.

you slam opened the door to his face, watching as he stumbled back into the wall, paying no attention to the prying eyes and ears of hanma from down the hall. “shut up! just shut up already! why is it the one time i need you to not talk you finally open your mouth?! you’re always so quiet around me! i’m the person you're supposed to open up around, and you don't! the one time you should say something- anything nice to cheer me up, you tell me I'm annoying!”

“are you… breaking up with me?”

“what else do you expect?! i can’t call you by your first name! i get you something for our anniversary and you give it to your best friend! you never spend any time with me! you only want to spend time with hina, who has a boyfriend! i mean seriously, what’s wrong with you? have you just liked her this whole time!?” and with hanma's annoying laugh, it was solidified. he never even liked you in the first place. hanma knew. osanai probably knew. everyone knew but you.

“i hope you and hanma have a great life together kisaki.” you finally try and relax, keeping a steady breath looking down on your ex-boyfriend. “now get out. now.”

#｡˚꩜.no gunsHCs #random brain thought from this weeks episode #oniinii osanai #angst #x reader #kisaki x reader #kisaki tetta #kisaki is a bitch like always #kisaki x you #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x reader #hanma x reader if you squint

[feitania]

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞; 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐝

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: it doesn't matter if you're not their biological younger sibling -when you decided to move in with the haitani brothers you sealed the deal with the devil and now you're the owner of one over-protective beauty queen who always needs to be in your buisness and a messy sports nerd who plays his awful mixtapes all day long. You still love them, even if you would like a break from their weird habit to gatekeep you from time to time. Or; how the haitani brothers would act if they had a younger (not blood related) sibling who just wants to have a date

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘: Haitani Ran, Haitani Rindou

𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: after the new character book came out I couldn't stop thinking about them being so human and dumb -I love my awkward boys so much.

Can you guess who your date is in this story?

Reader is gender neutral but wears a dress here.

Part two

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: Ran being the absolut worst, cursing, threats of violence, Ran-centric, dialoug heavy, slight slut shaming if you squint but also not really

The first thing you noticed when you joined the Haitani household and their spacious apartment was that there was always something to do.

From picking up the empty bottles and snacks from one of Rindou´s parties to cold washed clothes blocking the bathtub, waiting to be dried.

Your first instinct was to clean up their mess but after the third time of Ran just dumping his laundry in front of you -seemingly getting a little too comfortable with leaving the clean up to you- you snapped, resulting in a screaming match between you and Ran while Rindou sat on the couch terrified of the both of you.

Throughout the years you learned it was useless to try running after them, they would eventually clean up when they had to, even if it was only because the place got so messy Rindou couldn´t find his glasses anymore and Ran was unable to sit down without wrinkling one of his expensive designer clothes.

When Ran comes home today though, he is greeted with the unusual sight of you buzzing through the kitchen, washing the dirty and already clean dishes while listening to music. In general, the apartment looked more tidied up than when the brothers first moved in, only having two beds and a few boxes to fill the apartment.

something is wrong.

His mood sours a little. You´re not allowed to have fun without him knowing.

You turn around to greet him when you hear the front door slam shut but stop when you see his distasteful look.

The taller one looks you up and down before pointing at you.

“What is that?” he asks, still gesturing up and down your body.

“That´s my body ran”

“Shut up, that is not what I meant”

You raise a brow and cross your arms, looking at your brother with the same hostility he gives you.

Ran comes into the open kitchen space and leans against the bar counter, still giving you a judgemental stare.

“Well, what do you mean?”

“What are you wearing?”

“A dress.”

“That´s not a dress,” he scoffs, “that´s a shirt.”

you look down at yourself to eye the dress you wear.

At the same moment, Rindou appears in your vision, trotting through the living room past you and ran with a tired look and half-closed eyes, slumping down on a bar stool and resting his head on his folded arms.

“Nice dress,” he murmurs and gives you a thumb up.

Ran hisses.

Not finding anything wrong with the piece of clothing you wear you look up again with an annoyed expression.

“what´s your problem with it exactly?”

“It´s too short,” he explains matter of factly, like it´s as obvious as the color of the sky.

Sometimes his confidence makes you want to tug one of his braids until it rips off -knowing ran though he would probably kill you before you´re even close enough to touch it.

“What do you mean it´s too short, it´s totally normal! The girls you bring home wear worse things.”

Rindou snorts while his older brother grimaces at the comparison.

“I don´t want my siblings to look like whores,” the dark-haired challenges sharply, straightening up to probably assert dominance or something, you don´t know.

Ran tends to get irritated when people don´t listen to what he says immediately and subconsciously tries to over-power them with dramatic body language. Sadly it´s a trait his brother also started doing a lot lately.

“But big bro, you look like a whore most of the time too,” Rindou quips from where he is slumped over the table but his violet eyes still perk up to look for rans reaction, which doesn´t come.

The other ignores his brother in favour of changing his pose to a more patronizing one, hand on his hip.

“Rindou,” you start and turn to the blonde, now trying to look innocent and helpless, “please help me out here.”

“What do you want me to say?” He finally sits up more and adds “where are you going anyway?” after a short silence.

“I´m going on a dat-“

“No.”

You blink. Ran blinks back. Rindou snickers from behind.

“No?” You repeat dumbfounded before the word and implication goes through your head completely.

“What do you mean no?” you ask, scandalized at the audacity of your brother, the brother who went to juvie with 13 and spends most of his time fighting little kids.

“No as in you´re not going. Especially not on a date.”

He sounds calmer now, more serious.

“Oh my god, are you serious now, Ran?” You laugh aghast giving the blonde Haitani a I can´t belive this look to get some back up from him.

“Is he serious, Rin?”

“Don´t try to involve me in this.”

Rindou gets his phone out, empathizing his lack of interest and wish to be left out of this. While Ran is weak against your and Rindou´s puppy eyes and spoiled wishes Rindou is, in turn, unable to refuse or stand up to his brother. At all.

You have seen Rindou lock himself into the bathroom to avoid a conversation with a moody Ran before.

“Why don´t you want me to go on a date?”

“You´re too young.”

“I´m an adult?!”

“And?” Ran throws his arms up -dramatically again- nearly pushing over an empty wine bottle and hurriedly catching the it mid fall with his left arm, the right still in the air.

“We could tag along,” the younger suggests without really meaning it when you whine at Ran but you shake your head.

“Absolutely not.”

“Why not? Are you ashamed of us?” now the blonde one is openly mocking you, either not seeing the problem with the whole situation or simply too used to it to care.

“Rindou!” you whine again.

Ran stays silent for a minute, seemingly thinking long and hard about something before he asks “who are you going on a date with?”

You stop in your tracks flabbergasted, the curse words prepared for your brothers die in your throat. You didn´t think Ran would ask a smart question, if you were honest.

“Uhm… he,” you start unsure then stop yourself, “wait it´s none of your business with who I am going out with. Why do you wanna know?.”

It´s true. You are your own person and it shouldn´t matter -still the real problem lies indeed in who is taking you out. There was no chance in hell Ran or Rindou would let you even be in the same room as your date if they would know who it is.

“There are a lot of bad guys out there, you know,” Rindou says still busying himself with his phone.

“He isn´t. Believe me. You both even know him,” you try to sooth your brothers unsuccessfully -Rindou just snorts, still not looking up from his phone and Ran gives you a pitiful look.

“Darling, everyone we know is a bad guy.”

Touche.

You turn around to get yourself a glass of water, trying to gather your thoughts and avoid the possibility of Ran sabotaging a date you waited months for just because he couldn´t handle that you weren´t a kid and attached to your brothers´ hips anymore.

“Okay but,” you try anew and come closer, resting your elbows on the bar counter facing both Rindou and Ran, “you two can´t tell me you aren´t the bad guys you warn me about every chance you get.”

Both want to say something but you leave them no room, your new tactic now is giving them no time to recover for an answer. “You also surround yourself with said bad guys.”

“We only introduced you to the Tenjiku executives though.”

“Yeah, see? You let Izana talk to me too. And he isn´t exactly an angel.”

“We don´t let him take you out on date though,” Rindou comments helpfully and his older brother nods along.

You don´t think it´s the right time to mention that Izana kissed you last year at Rindou´s birthday party.

Or that he did it again a month ago at Ran´s birthday.

You stand up. Ran follows your movement, ready to pounce and drag you away from the front door you were eyeing the whole time.

“You can´t lock me up here, Ran.”

“Watch me.” He has never looked so sure of something in his life.

“That´s kidnapping!”

“Do you think we are above that?”

You let out a frustrated “let me go!” and throw the wine bottle Ran secured earlier against the wall in anger, watching with a little satisfaction how the glass breaks. Rindou´s eyes widen at the mess next to him but Ran stays unimpressed. It´s not the first nor last time one of you three throws stuff around in a fit.

“No.”

“You are so patronizing!” Another bottle makes it´s way over Rindou´s head to the wall.

“No, I´m not!” He matches your voice now, standing straight and puffing his chest out like an angry bird.

“Yes, you are, Ran. Last week you didn´t even allow Rin to get a nose ring.”

“Because I didn´t trust the piercer! He was obviously not qualified for his job.”

“Ran,” the blond Haitani finally addresses his brother directly with a little more life in his voice, “we literally got our first tattoos in a back alley.”

“Well,” Ran starts, stops, opens his mouth to continue and closes it again. He scoffs instead.

Just when you want to start throwing another bottle the ringing of a phone fills the kitchen. You peer up to Rindou who shakes his head.

“Not mine,” he mouths. Ran´s eyes zoom to your dress pocket. Slowly, you get your phone out -it was indeed the one ringing- and answer the call.

“Hey babe, I´m outside. Want me to come up to get you?” a smooth and dark voice greets you and you have to suppress the big smile creeping up on your face.

“No, no. I´m coming down now.” You hang up, deciding to not entertain Ran and Rindou with this non-essential conversation anymore.

Leaving them both in the kitchen you take your bag and grab a jacket, ignoring Ran who is hot on your heels and Rindou following him like a lost baby duck.

“ I said you can´t just go. I will kill this guy,” he tries again. You sigh.

Why is he like that, you ask yourself silently but deep inside you know why. Ran is a helicopter-mom. Always was and always will be.

“Oh really?” You amuse him, “and how do you wanna do that?”

He gives you an empty look before walking over to the couch table where his baton lies, picking it up and weighting it in his hand pensively. This is getting ridiculous.

“I don´t know yet but I have a few things in mind.”

He tries to be intimidating, he really does. But after years of living with him and seeing how he sleeps with silk eye-masks and a sleeping satin bonnet you are sure that only god could make you feel fear now.

“See you later Ran. Bye Rin” smiling, you turn around and open the door but Rindou is faster, blocking the way. You raise a brow.

“At least wear this,” he murmurs, pushing a long coat into your arms, “so no one can look under your dress.” Rolling your eyes you take the coat.

“Thanks.”

Running down the stairs of the building you hope to get to your date fast enough before Ran could change his mind and run after you -trying to out run him is a lost battle, really.

And when you finally escape the overbearing hell of your brothers´ love, your dates already waits for you, sitting on his bike and smoking.

When he spots you, he jumps off the cheetah patterned front seat and opens his arms with a big, charming smile on his face.

“Hey, dove. Glad you got out in time.”

His voice is so nice, especially when he hugs you tight and plants a little kiss on the top of your head.

“Oh don´t worry, as long as they don´t see you here y- “You can´t finish your sentence when a loud scream sounding vaguely like no from above startles you and your date.

When you two look up you tense, identifying the source of the scream as Ran, hanging from the balcony like he wants to jump any moment.

“Y/N get back up here now! Not him! Not this guy,” Ran yells down. Your date laughs and waves up to your brother.

“Hello, nice to see you again,” he greets cheekily and gets a “fuck you” back from Rindou, who seems to keep Ran from falling off the railing.  

“Oh fuck,” you curse, “go, go, go, go, go!” trying to get your date to hurry you push him towards his bike and climb behind him, just in time when Ran disappears, probably planning to get after you.

When the tall guy in front of you doesn´t start his absurd colored motorcycle straight away you slap his arm.

“Damn, Babe, so bossy,” he jokes but finally starts the bike, driving away before your brothers could catch up to you.

#tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #haitani brothers #rindou haitani #ran haitani #platonic haitani x reader #rindou x reader #hanma x reader #if you squint #tokyo revengers manga #tokyorev

[delirious-donna]

For You [Hanma Shuji]

an: Pure self-indulgence as I've been sick the past few days and I'll use any excuse to continue my soft Shuji agenda...

pairing: Hanma Shuji x female reader

warnings: fluff, self-ship coded, reader has longish hair with a similar texture to Shuji’s, fluff, bit of a sick fic I guess, domesticity, soft shuji, suggestive if you squint, did I mention the fluff?

He didn’t know what to do. That much was evident from the white noise tumbling inside his head and the empty stare that roamed your apartment. Everything was as it should be, and at the same time, nothing was right.

Shuji hadn’t heard a peep from you in almost two days, and that was unheard of before now. He appreciated that you were not overtly clingy. You didn’t need to know his exact whereabouts at any given moment of the day, but you checked in now and then, and for the first time in his life, he looked forward to those moments. So when you went radio silent except for one cursory message in reply to his attempt at humour that you were ghosting him, worry settled heavily.

The smell was apparent the second he let himself in with the spare key you had gifted him months ago. Until now, he hadn’t had reason to use it, but there was no way he would allow another day to pass without knowing what was going on. Sickness–sweet and sour–lingered in the nose, an unmistakable smell.

What he found huddled in a nest of twisted blankets tugged at a heart he had not long grown to realise existed. A mass of tangled hair obscured most of your sleeping face, though he doesn’t miss the scrunched expression etched across your features. Your skin that peeks from beneath your adorable kitty pyjamas was covered in a sheen of sweat, and he could feel the heat radiating from your body when he closed the distance in two quick strides.

You’re sick. 

The rasp of your breathing indicated something was sitting on your chest, likely a bad cold or some infection, and he doesn’t know what to do with this newfound information. Turning, he raised his glasses atop his head to pass a weary palm down his face.

Cuts, scrapes and bruises are things he can deal with. He is well accustomed to peroxide on rags to clean wounds and disinfect any dirt that might linger inside split knuckles. A raw steak slapped over a swollen eye might be considered a bit of a health hazard these days, but he still swore that nothing reduced the swelling faster. Hell, Shuji was even a dab hand with a needle and thread. He had lost count with how many of his exclusively short list of friends he had patched up to avoid the inevitable hospital questions over the years. He had even sewn himself up from time to time.

Hell, he needed to act. Standing here doing nothing was beginning to sizzle his blood.

You woke from being jostled, the haze of your fever dream preventing the usual fight or flight instinct from kicking in. Craning your neck, you blinked and scrubbed at your eyes. There was no way you were looking up at your boyfriend. No way that he had you cradled in his arms in the most delicate hold you had ever experienced.

“Shuji?” 

“Yeah, princess, it’s me. Need you to sit here f’me, alright?” He rasped, voice affected by some emotion you couldn’t quite place.

Cool porcelain met your backside, your body guided upright until you could manage your equilibrium. Hanma Shuji was here, in your apartment, in your bathroom. Rummaging through your medicine cabinet and looking for god knows what.

A bath. He could at least run you a warm bath and rid you of the smell of sweat and sickness from your pretty skin. Methodically, he worked to fill the tub and added a few splashes of some scented shit that smelled familiar from your cabinet. Shuji dutifully peeled the pyjamas and underwear from your body and threw them in the hamper with a mind to run a load for you if he remembered.

Maybe you were dreaming. Maybe your twisted fever-induced dreams had shifted away from the nauseatingly vibrant images you had experienced only a few hours ago to this muted peaceful scene. It was a nice thought, but no, this was reality and not one you ever thought you’d experience. 

A hand from behind your head came into view, a hand you knew immediately, not just by the stark black kanji inked against golden skin but the length of his slender fingers and the slight yellowish stain from the cigarettes he smoked. He handed you a soapy washcloth, which you gratefully accepted, wiping it across your body and sluffing off the grim that had caked you over the course of the last few days.

It was heaven, pure and simple, and when you thought it couldn’t get any better, Shuji surprised you once more. He gently tilted your head back, your eyes met his, and you smiled in adoration at the concentration evident on his face seconds before he began wetting your hair with the jug you kept on the edge of the bath.

“You don’t have to… Shu, I can take care of my hair once I’m better.”

Shuji clicked his tongue against his teeth in admonishment, but he held back from scolding you further for not trusting him with this small task. He washed his own damn hair, so washing yours wasn’t going to be some impossible task. His fingers worked in the suds of your shampoo into a thick lather, digging deep against your scalp and massaging firmly enough to elicit moans of bliss. 

Normally such noises would make him hard, but right now it only raised a genuine smile. This was possibly one of the most intimate things he had ever done for you. Never mind all those times he had rearranged your insides or made slow, passionate love to you. No, this was on a whole other level, and he liked it–more than he ever believed he would.

You must have dozed off whilst he shampooed and conditioned your hair because the next thing you were aware of was being lifted from the bath and wrapped in a thick fluffy towel that draped past your toes. Shuji returned you to your bedroom but paused in where to deposit you, his nose wrinkled in distaste at the mess of sheets that most definitely needed to be washed and changed. Eventually, he planted your feet on the plush rug by the bottom of your bed, one which his knees were intimately familiar with and helped towel dry your body from head to foot.

“Put these on, baby. Imma strip your bed, do you have another set?” He asked with a kiss to your temple, handing you a clean set of yellow pyjamas with little ducks covering them from your dresser drawer. 

Nodding sleepily, you pointed to the wicker storage box in the far corner before stepping into the pj pants and clumsily covering yourself with the top that bagged just enough that you could truthfully forgo the pants if you wanted.

You watched in amusement as the man known far and wide as both a talented photographer and sometimes enforcer for certain well-connected friends changed your bedding. His tall frame made it easy for him to manipulate the fitted sheet into place and wrangle a clean duvet cover on your kingsize duvet. This shitty task would have taken you nearly half an hour by yourself, but he managed in only ten.

“Need to dry my hair,” you yawned, leaning your face on his bicep and gratefully folding into his body when his arm snaked around your waist. He looked lost again, and you took pity on him. This kind of care was not his forte, but he didn’t know that all of this meant more to you than you could verbalise in your current state.

“I’ll wait for you in the living room. Take your time, alright?” With a final kiss to your forehead, he rounded the door of your bedroom and was gone from sight.

Shuji tried to sit still whilst the sound of your hairdryer filled his ears, but he was never one to sit idly by. He thought back on the times he had been sick as a kid with no one to really care for him and the things he would have wished for. In truth, a hot bath, clean clothes and a full stomach were all he ever wanted.

He was no cook, but he got by. A can of chicken soup caught his attention as he scanned your cupboards and set about warming it up on the stovetop. Your bread was still fresh, and he found butter in the fridge. He could do this. He could be the caring boyfriend when he wanted and though he had never felt inclined before, you were different.

You didn’t blow up his phone looking for sympathy or attention–no–you had tried to tough it out much like he had growing up, and it further sparked the flicker of kindred spirit that he felt about you. He wanted to protect you. There was no sense of obligation, and that made the difference. You were the first person he had loved outside of himself, and you reciprocated unconditionally. 

You took the man he was, the boy he had been and loved every part of him, flaws and all. Shuji could do the same for you, and he vowed that the next time one of you fell sick, you’d be living together and there would be no need to guess that something was wrong.

So engrossed in sentimental thoughts that were still rather foreign to him, Shuji didn’t notice the hairdryer cut off nor the sound of your bare feet padding in search of him. It wasn’t until two small arms wound around his waist that he noticed or acknowledged your presence at all.

“What did I do to deserve you, Hanma Shuji?” You sobbed wetly into the shirt covering his back. Your emotions were overwhelming you, head still stuffy from whatever sickness had beat your ass the past few days, coupled with the domesticity of watching him cook for you. Tears streaked towards your cheeks, and you smushed your face deeper into him in an attempt to halt the flow.

He chuckled whilst continuing to stir the soup. “I know a lot of people that would say you must have been real bad in a past life to have ended up with me as a boyfriend.”

You sniffled and mustered every ounce of strength–barely anything–to smack him for that comment. “Shut up, you ass. Don’t spoil it.”

Shuji turned slowly. The amused expression softening in the face of your soppy, pathetic face that he couldn’t possibly adore any more, and he raised a hand to thumb away your tears. Enfolding you fully into his arms, he cooed softly against your freshly dried hair and smiled at the scent that was uniquely you had returned to your skin.

“I want you to know that I would do anything for you. Not only would I rip apart this entire fucking world if someone dared hurt you.” He enthused before his tone softened with a quiet exhale as if he were about to whisper some unspoken secret. “But I’ll also bathe you when you need the help, and I’ll feed you when you’re hungry. For you, there is nothing too much.”

#delirious writes #hanma x reader #shuji x reader #hanma shuji x reader #hanma fluff #shuji fluff #soft shuji

[yandere-writer-momo]

Baki Angst Stories: Triangle

Hanayama Kaoru x Female Reader x Jack Hanma

Could be slightly yandere if you squint

The tournament air was chillier than normal. (Your name) swore she could feel a cool breeze rake its fingers down her spine to make the hairs stand up on her arms and legs. She hadn’t realized she had convulsed in shivers until a white suit jacket was bundled around her.

(Your name)’s eyes widened and she turned her gaze upon Hanayama Kaoru. The stoic man gave her the faintest of smiles as he snuggly wrapped his warm jacket around her.

Hanayama was a man of few words but his actions were loud. Ever since she had saved his life in an alleyway, he had latched himself to her like a loyal dog. It was strange to see such a soft side to the scarred giant, but she wasn’t opposed to it.

“You’ll catch a cold.” Hanayama simply stated, his obsidian eye gave her a once over. “The temperature has dropped significantly this week so you should be more prepared.”

(Your name) gave Hanayama a soft smile. The giant often cared for her in his own way, usually with act of service or in the form of gifts. It was charming.

“You’re always so sweet to me. Thank you.” (Your name) secured the jacket around her and inhaled the light tobacco and rose scent. It was oddly comforting…

Hanayama wasn’t competing in the tournament today but he knew (your name) would be here so he came regardless. Hanayama was enamored with the sweet, young woman and he was determined to court her.

Ever since she kneeled in that dirty alleyway to try to stop his bleeding with fragments of her dress, Hanayama was smitten. To dirty herself for someone like him of all people amazed him. Hanayama was a criminal, a dangerous crime boss, and yet (your name) treated him with some much kindness… Hanayama had to have her. It did not matter what means he had to turn to, to achieve her hand, but Hanayama wanted her. And Hanayama would have her.

Hanayama sat himself beside her in the stands. His side pressed against hers for more warmth. Hanayama fidgeted for a minute until he hesitantly wrapped an arm around her like one of those romance movies he’s seen a few times.

(Your name) was surprised by the gesture but she didn’t reject it. She just gave Hanayama an even brighter smile, her body curled into his like a cat’s.

“How about after the tournament is over, I can take you somewhere to eat? And if you’d like, I have a surprise for you.” Hanayama muttered softly, his heart drummed in his ears.

“A surprise?” (Your name) smiled up at Hanayama who blushed a bit. “What kind?”

Hanayama turned his head away which made (your name) chuckle. He was so cute in his own way.

“Okay, keep your secrets then.” (Your name) placed a kiss on his hand which made Hanayama nearly explode with the color. “I’ll go out with you tonight.”

Hanayama placed his hand on the small of her back while his heart raced in his chest. He was so happy she didn’t reject him… perhaps he had a chance after all?

Hanayama turned his focus back to the arena where Jack Hanna fought like a wild animal.

Hanayama didn’t know what (your name) saw in the blonde, but he was hopeful to take her away. She deserved to be treated like a princess…

Hanayama glanced down at (your name) who watched the fight with her utmost attention. Oh what he would do to only have her eyes on him… but he’d be patient for now.

Good things always came to those who wait.

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.

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Jack’s opponent suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of Jack. The blonde stood tall and proud while the arena chanted his name. He may not have been about the glory and fame, but at times he enjoyed to hear praise.

Jack’s eyes scanned the audience until they landed on his childhood friend. His eyes wide in shock when he saw her and Hanayama in amorous conversation with one another. There was not a doubt in his mind that the two were flirting.

Jack narrowed his eyes in resentment. As of the last two months, he had noticed the scarred yakuza linger around (your name) like a shadow. And Jack admitted that at first he was happy her undivided attention on him had been uplifted but now he hated it.

Jack hated that (your name) no longer catered to his every need like a mother. That she no longer made him meals and cleaned his apartment for him. That her attention was now on Hanayama of all people. A dangerous crime boss.

Jack made his way toward the stands after he left the arena, the blonde determined not to lose the only person he had in his life. Jack didn’t want to lose (your name)… his beacon of light.

Jack sat behind (your name) and Hanayama, the young woman gave him a small smile. Jack didn’t like that her smiles were longer wide and bright like a ray of sunlight to him. They seemed more of a curtesy now… she slowly turned a stranger.

“Congratulations on your win, Jack.” (Your name) smiled at Jack, her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes like the used to. It left a bitter taste in Jack’s mouth and that wasn’t just from his opponents blood.

Jack hummed, his cinnamon eyes glanced Hanayama up and down. The yakuza’s arm still wrapped around (your name) like he was her lover. His signature white jacket wrapped around (your name) in a loud declaration to all that Hanayama had claimed his stake on her.

Jack bit his lip, he knew he had no right to interfere in her personal life… and yet he didn’t want her to be with Hanayama. Anyone but Hanayama.

“Would you like to get dinner after the tournament?” Jackie quietly asked (your name) which made her raise a brow. Jack never invited her places…

Before she could answer, Hanayama replied for her.

“Sorry but (your name) and I will be going out to eat and then to see an opera after this.” Hanayama stiffly answered Jack, his eye stared into Jack’s very soul with veiled vehemence. Jack could feel the distaste Hanayama had for him in that simple look.

(Your name) blinked a few times at Hanayama before she smiled brightly at him.

“I thought you said it was a surprise?” Hanayama felt realization sink in and he quickly deflated like a balloon. “Oh don’t be so sad, I didn’t think you were the type to be interested in the arts.”

“Well what kind of man do you think I am then?” Hanayama asked (your name) in a hushed tone.

“An enigma.”

Jack clenched his jaw when the two lovebirds ignored him. When had they become so close? Was this his fault?

“Sorry, Jack. I’ll be out with Hanayama tonight.” (Your name) told her emotionally constipated childhood friend. “Another time perhaps?”

(Your name) was then lead out of the stands by Hanayama who had her arm wrapped around his. The pair gave Jack a small farewell before they left to enjoy their time together.

Jack simply sat there in place. His hands clenched into fists.

This couldn’t be the end, right? (Your name) would come back… she always came back.

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[mitsuyeaah]

after party.

— shuji hanma x f! reader

cw: rock star!hanma, nsfw (mdni), smut, car sex, creampie, multiple orgasms (two), overstimulation, pet names (doll, baby), typical hanma behaviour

a/n: no explanation needed. just indulge in mitsu’s hanma thoughts.

“ah, of course, i couldn’t have done this without m’one and only. care to come up here, doll?” shuji panted into the mic. he had just finished his last song for the night and was doing a short closing speech. it’s only been a few months since he revealed that he was in a relationship with you, but you two had been together for two years now.

your jaw almost dropped to the floor as he said that, heart racing as the crowd screamed in excitement. you didn’t know if it was from excitement or anger if you were being honest, there were just too many people there. well, what could you say? your boyfriend was that big of a star. the charisma he had on stage was impeccable, easily capturing the hearts of many many fans that would kill to be in your position.

making your way past the security and up the stairs, shuji escorted you across the stage while holding your hand. the lights that beamed onto the stage were absolutely blinding, and you had to squint a bit to get used to it. it made everything else disappear, like it was just you and shuji there on the stage and no one else, despite the roaring of the crowd.

there was nothing behind him but the glare of the white light. his singular gold drop earring swaying and sparkling with every movement. the guitar strapped across his back now lay on the floor of the stage. confused, you were about to ask him what he was doing.

as soon as the two of you were in the middle of the spotlight, shuji did not hesitate to pull you into a kiss. a passionate one at that—one that should be reserved from the prying eyes of the fans and media. his hand was buried into your hair as he eagerly moved his lips against your own, head angled to the side so he could press his face further into you.

adrenaline coursed through your veins, the screaming of the fans muffled into nothingness as you focused on your boyfriend in front of you. his other hand rested on your hip, sensuously rubbing circles over your clothes as he darted his tongue out to lap at your own.

you knew why shuji was doing this. when his fans received the news that he was no longer in the market, many of them were angered and sent unnecessary hate towards you. it was immature to say the least. who were they to dictate one’s relationship? shuji did this to let everyone know that the love between the two of you wasn’t just a spark, it was burning. and it wasn’t going to die down any time soon.

you moaned into the kiss and tightly gripped at the collar of his onxy leather jacket. at this point, you didn’t care if there were hundreds and thousand pairs of eyes that witnessed this. you just wanted shuji. the two of you pulled away from each other to catch your breaths, resting your forehead against his while you stared into his amber eyes.

“now, everyone knows you’re mine and i’m yours, doll. just focus on me and no one else.” shuji whispered loud enough for you to hear.

but just like everything, the tender moment you two shared immediately came to an end when you felt something soft hit your backside.

your eyes widened as you turned around and saw a pair of red lacy bra sitting just right next to your feet. shuji laughed hysterically behind you and reached for the undergarment, “mmm, red. my favourite colour, right doll?” he spoke into the mic; he hooked one of the straps around his finger to dangle it in front of your face, a smug grin plastered on his own.

you knew shuji was playing around with you, teasing you but you didn’t find it funny. you really didn’t mind fans occasionally throwing their bras on the stage when your boyfriend performed—yes, at first it bothered you but you grew accustomed to it. it wasn’t like shuji kept them anyway.

but it was a different conversation if fans threw it on you instead. it was more of a threat. especially after the amount of backlash you and shuji had gotten after revealing your relationship to the media. some fans were disappointed but a fair share were also very supportive which warmed your heart.

shuji saw the familiar look on your face. you were displeased. he cleared his throat into the mic and quickly bid the crowd good night before ushering the two of you backstage. you walked a few steps ahead of your boyfriend; you weren’t fuming, just annoyed that he did that. he easily caught up to you with how long his legs were and draped a sweaty arm around your shoulders, his leather jacket long gone as soon as the two of you entered his dressing room.

god, how was he able to arouse you and annoy you in a span of just a few minutes?

“you look annoyed.” he mused. you groaned and pushed his heavy arm from your shoulders, “you’re sweaty. and no shit, i didn’t ask to get a bra thrown at me.” shuji chuckled as you sat on the couch of his dressing room, crossing your legs and arms as you slightly glared at him. “why did you even dangle it in front of my face..” another chuckle slipped past shuji’s lips as you let out a huff.

“doll, stop acting like you’ve never felt my sweaty body against yours, and i was just teasin’ ya.” he kneeled in front of you. his index finger and thumb gripping your chin to turn your head to his. you held his citrine gaze for a few seconds before rolling your eyes at him and shaking his fingers from your face.

shuji clicked his tongue and stood up but before he could say anything, the door suddenly opened, it was shuji’s manager. “we’re having an after party to celebrate the success of your concert. you will be there, right? your friends are attending too.”

shuji let out a hum, he stared at your stoic expression for a moment before shaking his head. “nah, i’ll pass up on that. my doll and i are going to have a party ourselves.” your brows shot up, shuji was never the one to turn down an invitation, especially an after party. a wild one. his manager groaned, “but it’s for you! and we can’t have a party without the star..”

“oh c’mon, i’m sure y’all can live through it. make something up, i don’t know. i’m going to spend this night with my baby.”

you tried your best to keep your stoic expression up by rolling your eyes at him again and pretending like you didn’t care but in all honesty, you were squealing on the inside. you didn’t expect shuji to bail on the party and spend the rest of his night with you only.

the two of you were inside his van, patiently waiting for his chauffeur to take the two of you back home to his high rise apartment.

“are you still upset about that whole ordeal earlier?” shuji turned to face you from his seat, his eye scanning your side profile as you mindlessly scrolled through social media. your notifications were blowing up thanks to your friends sending you articles and pictures of that little stunt shuji pulled earlier. he definitely knew how to make a headline.

“i’m sorry, okay? i didn’t mean to make you feel like that..” he extended an arm over to you and placed his slender hand on your thighs when you didn’t reply, squeezing at your exposed supple flesh.

you bit back a small moan as you felt his hand curve inward to rub along your inner thigh, gradually inching higher and higher until his hand disappeared under your skirt and dangerously near the apex of your legs. you let out a small sigh as shuji rubbed the side of his pink against your clothed panties, “shuji..”

“hmm? what’s wrong, doll?”

you cursed underneath your breath as he put more pressure, this time directly on your clit which caused your cheeks to warm. your hips instinctively bucked up at his hand, you wanted more. “fuck, i want you.” you let go of the stoic mask that you’ve been trying to hold on to and finally held shuji’s gaze, your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

his free hand patted his thigh, one brow raised at you. of course you knew what that meant.

you eagerly climbed onto his lap with your back pressed against his clothed chest. shuji rested his chin on your shoulder while his hands rubbed up and down your waist. “is my girl sulky? guess i have to show her that i belong to her and her only, huh?” he mumbled against the skin of your neck. goosebumps formed as his lips ghosted over the sensitive spot.

“my god, just fuck me already..” you let out an impatient huff as you rested your head on his shoulder to give shuji more access. he gave you a low chuckle that sent vibrations down your neck before his hands swiftly slipped under your skirt and practically tore your panties apart, earning a loud gasp from you.

shuji tapped on your thigh and you lifted yourself up a bit so he could pull his pants down just enough to get his hard cock out from its restraints. “hmm? so wet f’me already..” his citrine eyes rolled to the back of his head as he rubbed the tip of his cock along your wet folds—lips parted and head thrown back against the headrest.

one hand firmly held your hip to guide you down his cock. you could feel his grip tighten as you sank down, shuji let out a loud shameless groan as your tight walls hugged him just right. fuck, you were so perfect for him. your body slumped against his as he bottomed out with his balls touching your folds.

it wasn’t your first time having sex with shuji but fuck, he was so long that you always needed a few seconds before proceeding, and due your position, his tip was already deliciously kissing that sweet spot inside you. you practically had to reach back and stop him from moving around because you swore you could almost cum right then and there.

“fuuuck, you’re so deep.” “good thing you like it deep, don’t you, doll?”

before you could snicker at his response, shuji held your hips in place and started thrusting his hips up without warning. “a-ah, fuck! shuji—ngh! baby, slow down!” with how powerful his thrust were, you were one hundred percent sure that the van was visibly shaking, and people in the parking lot wouldn’t have to guess much with what activity was happening inside.

the sound of squelching and skin slapping bounced around the walls of the van. the cool air inside the vehicle immediately turning hot, heavy and damp, causing the windows to quickly fog up.

not knowing what to do with your hands, you cupped your breasts through the fabric of your shirt, squeezing them to increase the pleasure you felt.

“tsk, you dirty girl.. my cock isn’t enough for you, huh?” shuji’s voice trembled with pleasure. he removed both his hands from your hips and circled them at the back of your knees so that both legs were hooked on his arm. your legs were in the air now, his arms pressing them further into your chest to expose your wet cunt.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the position as shuji’s cock reached a whole new level of deepness. you were trapped in his hold and there was nothing you could do but sit there and take the entirety of his cock and his relentless thrusts. “ah! ah! ngh—ah! s-shuji!” your moans increased in volume and pitch, causing your boyfriend to click his tongue at your loudness.

he adjusted his torso to snake his right hand further upwards, shoving his middle and ring finger into your mouth to silence you. it was such a sight to see. shuji’s slender fingers that donned gold rings shoved into your mouth; his cock deliciously pounding in and out while your legs hung in the air, held by his arms.

you moaned around his fingers, occasionally licking and sucking on it like it was his cock. shuji breathlessly cursed under his breath as he felt your tongue swirling around his slender digits. “fuck, doll. taking me so fucking well—ah! shit! you gonna cum f’me?” he moaned, his voice now an octave lower.

you let out broken hums of agreement that were in-synched with every thrust of his hips. you didn’t trust your brain and mouth to work together to form a coherent sentence at this point because the only thing in your mind was how good shuji was fucking you. your thighs were burning from being held up for this long and you couldn’t feel your feet anymore but you didn’t care.

“yeah? go on, then. cum for me, doll..”

you arched your back at the pleasure that engulfed your whole body, the string of moans that threatened to escape your throat were muffled by shuji shoving his fingers deeper into your mouth. tears spilled from your eyes as you came around his cock, your cunt deliciously gripping him like a vice for a few seconds, causing his hips to stutter.

shuji rode out your orgasm by quickly rubbing your clit with the hand that was previously shoved into your mouth. fuck, no wonder why he was so good at playing his electric guitar. his lips left hues of dark red and purple on the side of your neck as he drove you to overstimulation.

“fuck fuck fuck! shuji! i can’t! ngh—ah!” “n-not yet, doll.. just a bit more—fuck! i’m cumming!”

shuji gave you a few more strokes before shoving the entirety of his cock inside you to unload his cum, all while rubbing tight circles on your clit. he moaned against your neck, a string of profanities tumbling from his lips as he reached his orgasm.

“ah—shit! yeah.. that’s it, so so good f’me..”

you bit your lip at the feeling of his hot cum filling you up and seeping out of your wet cunt. your eyes clamped shut as you could feel another orgasm sneaking up on you since shuji was still rubbing on your clit.

you let out short high pitched moans, legs trembling with pleasure as you came around his cock once again. the pleasure was more intense this time round and you swore to the universe above that you saw stars in your vision.

shuji kissed at the dark hues on your neck, whispering endless praises against your skin as you came down from your second orgasm. he gently placed your legs back down and stroked your thighs, as if he knew how badly they burned from the position.

“what an after party that was.” he let out a breathless chuckle. all you could muster up was a light hum with how spent you were but shuji didn’t mind, he knew how much he tires you out during sex and if he was being honest, he wore it like a fucking medal.

© mitsuyeaah

#shuji hanma #hanma shuji #hanma smut #hanma x reader #hanma x you #hanma x y/n #hanma drabbles #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers drabbles #tokrev smut #tokrev drabbles #tokrev x y/n #tokrev x reader #tokrev x you #tokyo revengers

[lacedinlucilfer]

Tokyo Revengers + Them sneaking in your window / part I

Part I / Part II

Cw: Hanma being sexual, nothing else.

Includes: Reader x Hanma, Reader x Mikey, Reader x Smiley, Reader x Rindou.

Description: Exactly what the title says, all character are over the age of 18, despite this being a mostly sfw piece.

Notes: I made MYSELF fall in love with Smiley.

Rindou

“Quit pulling.” Rindou gritted his teeth in response to the way you were pulling at the sleeves of his muted light blue hoodie. He could have swore you were actually trying to get him killed with how you kept tugging at him while he tried to hoist himself over the window sill. Your eagerness was adorable, it was something he has always admired about you, but if you didn’t stop, he was sure that he was a dead man. “Okay, Okay. Just hurry up!” You backed away from your boyfriend, rushing him in a hushed tone. Every once in awhile you would glance back towards your door, prepared to shove him back out the window the moment someone came knocking. Rindou swung his second leg over the window sill and slipped inside your room, being immediately greeted with your grabbing hands all over him. “Y/n!” He hissed in response, trying to fix his glasses before his lips were sealed in a needy kiss, impatience getting the better of you. How could you resist your grumpy boyfriend when he made such cute faces?

Hanma

“Missed me?”, he was already teasing you and he wasn’t even in your room yet, tossing his legs over your window sill and finding his footing on your cozy rug. “Sorry about being late, Kisaki needed to run a few things by me. It was hard to pay attention to anything he said, all I could think about was getting my hands all over you and taking-.” You rushed forward and covered his mouth in a panick, face starting to burn. “Don’t say things like that, idiot.” You muttered, meeting his eyes that twinkled with mischief and satisfaction. Hanma enjoyed nothing more than teasing you and watching the way you squirmed in response, he never got sick of the way you would scold and shush him. You slowly pulled your hand away from his mouth, glancing back at your bedroom door. “My parents would disown me if they saw you here, so don’t cause any trouble Shuji.” Hanma smiled down at you, enjoying the risk of the situation and the way you were still avoiding his gaze. “I can’t promise you anything, baby.”

Mikey

Mikey barely said a word as he crawled into your window, eyes drooping as he dragged his feet across your carpet. “Mikey-,” you weren’t even able to get a word out before he collapsed into your arms, both of you falling back onto the bed. This was the real Manjiro Sano, you knew that as well as Draken and Emma did. He acted tough in front of his gang, playing the role of the invincible Mikey, but you knew that he was secretly just a big old baby. “Tired?” You cooed softly, running your fingers into his fluffy blonde locks. He answered you with a small nod, arms finding their way around your waist and pulling you tight to his chest, burying his own face in your neck. Nights like these, you didn’t actually get to talk or catch up with your delinquent boyfriend, but you didn’t mind. He needed the sleep and you were more than willing to keep him comfortable while he dozed off in your warm embrace. “My big baby.”

Smiley

You shushed your boyfriend as he grinned at you through squinted eyes, holding your favorite stuffed bunny by its ears. “Nahoya!” You snatched your precious plushy away from his grabby hands, holding it to your chest. “Can you chill for one moment? And stop beating up my stuffed animals when I walk out of the room.” Smiley continued to beam at you, watching the way you carefully began to rearrange your stuffed animals back into position. “That one looked at me funny, I had to show him who runs shit.” You once again glared at him, unimpressed by his vulgarity. “No he didn’t, these are my babies. They’re our babies.” You climbed onto your bed to finish putting them back in their spots, Smiley approaching and leaning over them. “Oh, well I gotta toughen em up. It’s a cruel world out there.” He began to reach for one and you were quick to block his arm. “No you don’t! They are babies, and will always be babies.” You used your body to block them, scooting in front of him so he couldn’t grab at them. Smiley couldn’t help but get a kick out of teasing you, he thought it was cute how protective you were over your plushies. “This one looks like a natural born fighter.” His arm attempted to go around you a final time, motioning towards your frog plush. “Smiley!”, You grabbed onto his arm, pulling him forward onto the bed and trying to wrestle him away from the stuffed animals you had just fixed. He began to laugh a bit as he easily overpowered you, pushing you down onto the blankets. The small wrestling match was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door and both you and your orange haired boyfriend exchanged a panicked look.

#smiley x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #mikey x reader #hanma x reader #rindou x reader #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers rindou #mikey #manjir sano #hanma shuji

[sleepysnk]

a/n: thank you @kxmisato for convincing me to make a pt. 2 of dirty secrets. i’m genuinely loving this, so it might be a mini series. who knows! but i hope you guys enjoy, tehe 😁🤍

pairings: hanma shuji x fem!reader

warnings: modern au, college au, nsfw, smut, hanma is reader’s older brothers best friend, mentions of alcohol, some possessiveness if you squint, dirty talk, praising, use of pet names (babydoll, doll, princess, good girl), kinda public sex, rough sex (?).

taste ft. hanma shuji

Your dirty secret.

Unlike some people, your dirty secret wasn’t something embarrassing. Everyone had at least one in their life, but it was the total opposite for you. Your dirty secret was that you were fucking your older brother’s best friend, Hanma.

For the past two months, the two of you had been seeing one another.

Hanma had kept up with you since the night you both hooked up at that frat party. He made sure to keep your agreement under wraps because of your brother. He wouldn’t exactly be thrilled with the fact that his younger sister was having sex with his own best friend. You two maintained secrecy for a while. Sometimes, you’d see Hanma at parties and give him that “look” to hint that you wanted him. He knew very well what that meant, and he’d make sure to fulfill any desire you had. Other times, he’d link up with you in the middle of the night and fuck your brains out in his car. It was a recurring pattern, but neither of you gave much care.

Despite your “thing” being strictly sexual, Hanma often took you out. He would take you to some pretty nice restaurants or pick you up to watch a movie at his place. He told you that as much as he was attracted to you physically, he adored your personality.

You and Hanma weren’t exactly aware of this, but some people had figured out the two of you were a thing.

Some of his very own friends had seen the two of you walking around town together. They were friends with your brother, but none of them had the balls to actually go and snitch. Hanma could be kind of intimidating and he’s even gotten into some fights where the guys were left stunned by the damage he’d leave behind. They didn’t want to meet the same fate, so they kept their mouths shut about it. However, it could be comical at times to see the lengths you’d both go to keep it private.

It was a surprise that your brother hadn’t figured it out.

Speaking of your brother, he was hosting his annual birthday party that day.

It was his twenty-first birthday, to be exact. He had been hyping up the party for the last few months, and, of course, he allowed you to come because you were his sister. He also wouldn’t hear the end of it if your parents found out, so he decided to save himself a few arguments.

All of his friends would be there, including Hanma. It was also going to be a pool party since his birthday was in the summertime. He was beyond excited to have everyone come over. You were happy to celebrate, but you were also excited to see Hanma. He had been non-stop messaging you about how he couldn’t wait to see you and how badly he missed your presence beside him in bed. The idea of seeing him shirtless in the pool made butterflies swarming inside your stomach. You saw him naked enough, but it never got old for you.

You didn't think the circumstances would lead to what happened the day of his birthday party, but it aligned perfectly.

A little while into the party, your brother began to complain that the alcohol had been running low. His main goal that night was to get blackout drunk to the point where he couldn’t stand, but he couldn’t do that if he didn’t have enough alcohol. His friends were also there too. They wanted to drink with him, so the only choice they had was to go out and grab more.

Your brother had announced to you that he was going to go out with his friends to get more drinks. You figured as much, so it wasn’t really that shocking.

However, what was most surprising was that Hanma had offered to stay behind.

He had explained to your brother that he’d stay back because he didn’t want to tag along. He claimed that he’d rather wait and it wasn’t a very far drive anyway. Your brother, of course, believed Hanma because this wasn’t the first time this had happened. They were also best friends, why would he not believe a word that came from his mouth?

Well, truth be told, Hanma wanted to stay behind for a different reason.

You.

You didn’t think things would unfold so fast. As soon as your brother departed with his friends, Hanma dragged you up the stairs to your bedroom. You wanted to resist him so badly. You knew your brother was bound to come back with the hour, but Hanma kept kissing you and touching you in places that made you melt. Your body completely betrayed you and gave into his touches.

Soon enough, you were lying against your mattress with Hanma’s cock bullying your walls.

It didn’t help that you looked so fucking sexy in your bikini. The black lace hugged your body nicely and showed off everything he wanted to see. He got so fucking pissed when he caught one of his friends staring at your ass as you walked by. He may have not known it, but you were Hanma’s. It took everything inside him to not sock his friend in the jaw. You drove him crazy.

He hovered over your body, tracing your waist and your hips with his fingertips. God, you were a fucking angel to him. He couldn’t have found a more perfect woman than you. “Fuck.. baby, you’re so fucking beautiful..” he groaned, squeezing your thighs with his hand. “Could fuck you like this for days and I’d never get tired..”

Your hands went into his hair, tugging at the curls on his head. Nobody else could fuck you like he did. He did everything perfectly when it came to you, and you couldn’t get enough of him. “H-Hanma! More.. please!” you begged, looking up at him with desperation swirling in your pretty eyes.

Hearing your voice made him smirk. He felt your pussy squeezing his cock. He fucking loved when you hugged him like that. “Yeah?” he asked. “Don’t worry, princess, I’ll make you feel really good..”

Hanma then used the hand with ‘Sin’ tattooed on the back to toy with your clit. His ego was stroked immediately when he saw you jolt instantly from the added pleasure. One perk of fucking you all of the time meant he learned what made your body go nuts. He picked up on everything faster than any subject he took in school. He took care of you so well.

You were his best friend’s little sister. You deserved all the princess treatment.

A sharp gasp pooled from your mouth at the double pleasure. His pace was absolutely relentless. You had already felt that coil in your belly appearing, and your vision turned slightly blurry every time his cock brushed against your g-spot.

He was about to keep up with his pace, but suddenly slowed down when you both heard the front door open downstairs. Panic began to flood through your body at the realization that your brother was now home with his friends. Neither of you were close to finishing, but you didn’t want your brother to catch you with Hanma. There’d be no proper way to explain this, and it’s not like he’d actually believe something wasn’t going on. Your brother wasn’t stupid.

Hanma felt somewhat nervous, but the idea of fucking you upstairs again only made him want to continue. The thrill of possibly being caught and having to shut you up drove him up the wall. Fuck, he wasn’t gonna get blue balls because of your brother. There was no way he’d let that happen.

Hanma’s hand went over your mouth as he slowly pumped himself into you. He could feel how shaky your breaths were from how he fucked you. “Shh.. keep quiet.. we don’t want your brother to hear us, right, doll? Don’t make a peep.. or I’ll stop right now.” he spoke into your ear. “Understand?”

You tugged at his wrist, signaling for him to remove his hand so you could speak. “Hanma.. you know I can’t keep quiet..” you whispered, intertwining his fingers with yours.

He knew it was difficult to maintain silence in that kind of moment. You were also really close to your orgasm, and who was he to shut you up? He couldn’t do that to you, no. He was going to make sure he heard your voice when you came on his cock. He knew it was risky, but he had a plan in mind that might get that risk out of the way. It’s not like your brother would come up anytime soon. He just had to finish you off, and that’d be it.

Hanma reached over to his cell phone which was beside your bed on the table. He quickly pressed on Spotify and played one of the many songs he used to play in his car while he fucked you. He turned up the volume nice and loud so it could prevent anyone from possibly hearing you.

He started to pick up his pace now that the music was playing. “How about now..?” he inquired. “You know how much I love hearing your pretty voice when you cum..”

Whimpers and whines began to fall from your lips from his thrusts. The familiar feeling of his cock reaching that delicious spot inside of you soon returned, making you feel such great ecstasy. You couldn’t hold in your moans anymore. It was too much for you to handle.

“Hanma! Oh, god, Hanma! Right there!” you cried, placing your arms around his neck.

Hanma placed your thighs around his waist, gaining a greater access to your cunt. He took the open opportunity to give you a deep kiss. His tongue darted inside of your mouth instantly, swallowing any moans that escaped your throat. You, on the other hand, struggled to kiss him back from how great the pleasure was. Your bottom lip trembled and paused at every move of his hips. Fuck, you were losing your damn mind and right now.

He then pulled away from your lips. He stared at you with lust-filled eyes. “Tell me you’re mine..” he grunted. “Fuck, say it.. now..”

Your mouth fell ajar from his request, but nonetheless, you wanted to fulfill it. “I-I’m yours, Hanma!” you moaned.

“That’s right.. fuck! You’re my good girl, (Y/N).” his pace then quickened, allowing his balls to slap against your sensitive clit. “All mine..”

The knot in your stomach threatened to snap at any second. There was so much going on around you it became almost overwhelming. Your brain had become foggy, your eyes saw white stars, and your body was shining with sweat. It was coming, and it was going to come hard. His dirty talk was only winding you up more. Hanma Shuji was fucking perfect, and you were perfect for him.

Hanma felt your walls slowly closing in around him. He knew your orgasm was close. He was going to give you the best one ever. You were his pretty princess. He wasn’t going to deny you a single damn thing.

“Come on, babydoll, cum around my fucking dick..” he cooed. “Don’t disappoint me, princess..”

Suddenly, your orgasm washed over you. “Hanma!” you screamed, your body trembling from how hard it hit you.

Hanma grinned so hard when he heard his name fall from your lips. Your gorgeous face looked amazing while you came. Your lips were glossy and so fucking pretty. He could kiss them for hours if he really wanted to. “Yeah.. that’s my girl..” he said, trailing his hands down your body.

“What the fuck?”

A familiar voice rang inside your ears. Hanma turned his head to meet your older brother standing right in the doorway of your bedroom. He quickly went to cover you, making sure that he didn’t possibly see you naked. He could see the embarrassment cover your features the second you realized he was standing there, watching as Hanma shielded your body with his own.

“Seems like the secret is out now, huh, doll?”

#summer speaks #smutty talks #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers fanfiction #hanma #hanma shuji #hanma shuji smut #hanma shuji x y/n #hanma shuji x you #hanma shuji x reader #hanma x you #hanma x reader #hanma x y/n #anime fanfiction #anime fanfic

[kengan-daddies]

I know, but I Don't Care Boyfriend!Yujiro Hanma x Strong! Girlfriend! Reader

The Life of a Family

Anime : Baki: Son of Ogre Character : Yujiro Hanma Warning : Massage with a happy ending

I know, but I Don't Care Boyfriend! Yujiro Hanma x Strong! Girlfriend! Reader

I know, but I Don't Care Boyfriend! Yujiro Hanma x Strong! Girlfriend! Reader

It's been almost 2 years since you started training both Baki and Yujiro, they've been coming along well, and during that time, Baki has convinced you to up his training. You have, seeing how determined he was to get stronger. However, in response to that, you've also upped Yujiro's training, seeing as how he's now gotten to the front of your foot, legs, and thighs recently. He still wasn't allowed to caress you like a lover, but recently your emotions have been getting in the way of your stubbornness.

He's been sneaking in sexual touches lately, an ass squeeze here, a thigh rub there, a graze of your breasts. You'd usually punish him, giving him a slap worthy of hell's flames across his cheek or back, watching him wiggle in agony on the floor like a worm, but... you haven't been doing that lately. Letting him get away with it, but not as often as he'd like, he's learned when was the best time to approach you, learning when you were more relaxed and lenient but also more emotional.

Such as now, you were lying back on the bed, the silk robe you wore was open pooling around your body on the bed, your arms crossed over your bare breasts, your legs gapped to give Yujiro room to maneuver your legs as he lotioned them. He was firm yet gentle, he always was... Honestly, if he wasn't you'd kick the shit out of him, making him start over again with a better grip. So he's learned to keep a gentle yet firm grip, giving you a blissful massage. His hands were rubbing around your thighs, a hand on each thigh as he massaged the lotion the rest of the way into your skin, his hands inching closer to your exposed pussy.

You gave him a warning glare and he flashed you a smirk in return. "Watch your hands, Yujiro, less you want to keep them intact." You warned. He chuckled, his hands still rubbing your thighs as they continued to inch closer. "I am, I'm not touching you, I'm just massaging ya." He said, his hands on your inner thighs, your pussy lisp pressed together tight smashing your clit in between your lips and his hands. You gave no reaction, your glare still set as you stared him down. He never lost his smirk as he started you back down, his hands still rubbing, giving your clit stimulation.

"You know the rules." You simply said, he chuckled. "Yeah, I know, but I don't care." He said his hands pressing slightly more together, your face didn't change but the twitch of your thighs was enough to show the effects his actions were causing. You sighed as you closed your eyes, your arms uncrossing as you rested them above your head. His smirk widens as he focuses on giving you pleasure. His hands continued to rub your thighs, your lips pressed tight together against your clit, a sigh left your lips and your hips thrusts up. His eyes stayed on you, trailing up your body, watching your hips, stomach, breasts, neck, and face.

He soaked you in, watching your face slowly relax from your firm scowl to a pleasured-filled face, it was a look he'd never seen before on your face and he loved it... His own glare softened some, and the sound of your breathy moans sounded out, your hips rolling up, your pussy gleamed beautifully in the light. He chuckled lightly. "Seeing you here, watching you, listening to you... starting to make me realize that you're more than just a strong woman... You're my strong woman." He said. You looked at him through squinted eyes, your eyes glossy with unshed tears. "Just look at ya, coming apart from just the sides of my palm rubbing up against your clit through a layer of skin. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were pent up." He said.

You gave him a half-ass glare and his smirk widened, but he didn't say anything else, his hands speeding up and your back slightly arched as your hips rolled up, your hands balled into the pillow, being mindful as to not rip the fragile fabric, your head lopped to the side as you gave a moaning cry, your eyes rolled and fluttered close as your core tightened and you cried loudly as your orgasm hit you. His eyes gleamed as he watched your pussy pulse, your juices trailing down your ass cheeks and down to the sheets below you. Your hips thrust a few more before you collapse onto the bed.

His hands rolled around your thighs a few more times before his hands trailed up your sides slowly, his eyes focused on your arms, ready to jump back if you swung on him. But you were basking in your afterglow, your breathing coming out heavy as you rested, you looked down at him, a relaxed gleam in your eyes as you watched him. His hands trailed up your side slowly, his hands coming up to rub over your breasts, you were sensitive from your earlier orgasm, your breasts and nipples tender as he massaged them. Your hands moved and he froze ready to jump back, but he was surprised when your hands rested over his gently, he watched as they trailed up his arms.

You sat up, his hands moving to rest on the bed as you sat up, your hands going up to rest on his shoulders, you both sat there on the bed, looking each other in the eyes. Your hands cuffed his face gently, your eyes gentle as you looked at him. He stared at you, his mind racing on what he should do. Your hands ran through his hair, pulling him closer to you as you gave him a kiss. He remained still, his eyes wide as he felt you kiss him, and you pulled back from the kiss. A small smile on your face. "You need to continue, Yujiro, I'm not fully lotioned yet." You said. He stared at you, almost like a teenage boy who just received his first kiss, you laid back down, your legs coming up, your foot planting on his chest as you eased him back on his knees.

He sat there in a daze, you crossed your legs and you smirked at him. "Well, Yujiro? I'm still in need of more lotion." You said. He gulped before he smirked. "Oh don't worry, I'm workin' on it." He said as he picked up the bottle.

#baki son of ogre #baki the grappler #baki hanma #baki yujiro #yujiro hanma x y/n #yujiro x y/n #yujiro x reader #yujiro hanma x reader

[bleubrri]

۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ ᴀᴅʀᴇɴᴀʟɪɴᴇ — ʜᴀɴᴍᴀ sʜᴜᴊɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

༄ؘ ˑ contains: f1 driver!shuji , pit crew manager!reader , endless petnames ( doll / angel / pretty girl / sweetheart etc ) , black coded!fem!sub!reader , vaginal fingering , squirting , cunnilingus , a lil pussy job , v brief mention of anal , jerkin’ off , dacryphilia + overstim if you squint , shuji tuckin’ your cum away for safe keeping<3

༄ؘ ˑ wc: 4k

༄ؘ ˑ a/n: belated bday piece for hanma🤸🏾not proof read as per ͡(ुŏ̥̥̥̥ ‸ ŏ̥̥̥̥) ु

“piece of fucking shit—” the sound of his helmet slamming into the tarmac has hanma’s useless excuse for a pit crew flinching under the racers rage. he’d practically leaped out of his car in his blaze of fury, sweat-sticky bangs clinging to his skin as he beelined into the pits. his attempts at trying to stay remotely calm (every one of that brainless psychologists tricks—count down from 10, five things you can see, four things you can hear or whatever the fuck) are crushed into dust when he catches sight of the crew manager, cigarette bobbing between his lips as he attempts to flirt with a runner 2 decades his junior. and hanma sees red, yanks him back by the collar so harshly that he almost goes spinning onto the track (maybe it’d to him good to take a few laps, shuji’s engine revving behind him just to keep him on his toes—).

“what the fuck?!”

“you’re fired.” hanma spits, tone laced with vitriol.

“what?” he says incredulously, “look, you can’t blame me for not winning. shoddy drivin’ ain’t gonna make up for lost time—“ hanma pulls back his fist, since apparently this idiot has a death wish. kisaki let’s him get one punch in, the satisfying crunch of a broken nose echoing before he catches him by the crook of his elbow. his manager takes in the scene, glancing at the runner who’s still hovering, wide eyed and uncertain (probably a damn apprentice they look so young) and grunting out, “leave.”

“you.” he gestures to his short-tempered racer, “walk it off.”

“whatever.” hanma sniffs, casting a final death-glare to the ex pit crew chief and kicking up shards of rubber as he saunters off.

kisaki ignores the outrage that gets spewed at him when he instructs the crew manager to pack his shit. he’s nursing an electromagnetic headache by the time he slinks into his office, wrapping his knuckles against the desk and calling for his assistant. thick lensed glasses and blue eyes peek from behind the door. “sir?”

“call her.” he says, massaging his temple and contemplating if it’s too early to retire.

nervous eyes dart around the room. “I— sir, she doesn’t—“

“call her.” he repeats with a finality that has his assistant shuddering and slinking towards the phone.

-

ten.

the smell of burning rubber, astringent and sharp, singes your nostrils and coats the back of your tongue.

nine.

“get ready people! in and out, let’s get this playboy back out there.” your quip earns you a few chuckles as your crew assembles into the positions you’ve calculated to optimise the switch.

eight. seven. six.

maybe you can leech an extra bonus off of that eerily stoic manager for your efforts. the last thing you expected was your college friend calling you in the middle of a well deserved vacation, big wet eyes and pleading tone dripping through the screen in desperate need of a favour. you’d agreed—you supposed you owed it to him for endlessly mooching notes off of him in countless late night study sessions. and your crew were good sports about it (it only took the promise of hosting at your house for new years and supplying booze for upwards of 40 people). one race, you’d said. just to tide them over until they found someone permanent for the grand prix.

five. four.

the plan is solid. everyone, everything’s in place. a flash of colour veers round the bend and your grip on your clipboard tightens.

three.

you can almost see your crew’s fingertips twitching with anticipation.

two.

oh this’ll be a breeze. fun even. maybe you can be on the train home by tomorrow morning; knock out a couple chapters of that book you’ve been meaning to finish. cook some dinner, indulge in that chardonnay gifted from the neighbour.

one.

just one more race.

-

hanma hasn’t been the first racer to leave the pits in a while. he’s almost always the first one in, having to overcompensate in the laps following half assed pit stops by crews that can barely change a fucking tire. so it’s by instinct alone that he’s preparing his usual schpiel of mumblings. c’mon, come on let’s fucking go—

but his words never get the chance to form. he’s barely eased off the gas—barely blinked before he’s burning rubber and shooting back onto the track.

adrenaline is pounding in his ears, and he vaguely registers the screams of the crowd and frantic commentary from the hosts: i don’t think we’ve seen a pit stop like that in a hot second, ted! no you’re absolutely right, josh, especially not from hanma’s corner! word on the street is he’s looking for a fresh new team ahead of the world grand prix—has the infamous racer finally found his match?

he’s giddy with the rush of an impending win flooding his veins, a smile that’s almost ditzy pulling at his lips until he can feel his gums pressing against his molars. a quick glance in his rears reveals a gaggle of black jumpsuits surrounding a figure dressed in red, the stickers from his sponsors adorning your back and torso.

and when his car gains speed and his knuckles whiten beneath his gloves as he approaches the finish line, hanma decides that he has to have you.

-

“he’s not here! winner’s lounge is further down!” you shout from around the pencil wedged between your teeth. the pits are deserted, with everyone having retreated to the press corner and vip lounge for drinks after an admittedly impressive win. you figured you’d make the most of the peace and quiet and edit a few designs in the seclusion of the garage, the shutters half shut for some privacy and hanma’s car acting as your only company.

and yet the pair of feet visible through the gap in the bottom of the shutters are suddenly sliding underneath. “hey! he’s not here, dude. it’s crew only, you’re not even supposed to be he—oh.”

you’ve only really seen snippets of him—blurry paparazzi shots of him in dark shades and a hoodie slung over his tall figure—but the riot of black and blonde, the stark characters of sin and punishment, it’s all very telling.

“did you.. need something?”

“jus’ addin’ to the collection.” he says, producing his medal that was shoved into a pocket and dropping it into a tray of similar awards. it’s ridiculous really—a little trinket tray full of medals that people spend their entire careers in pursuit of. and yet here he is, 6 foot gorgeous and acting like he couldn’t care less. you resist the urge to rake over his lean form in the tight jumpsuit that he still wears, suddenly very aware of your own jumpsuit: zipped to your waist with arms bare in nothing but a sports bra (and not even one of your cute ones). you frown at the figures and measurements on the papers in front of you. would it be weird to cover up? or weirder if you don’t? surely he’ll leave in a second anywa—

“watcha doin’?” his chin is practically resting on your shoulder as he leans over you, peering at your post-it scribbles and months long blueprints. he smells good. something spicy and masculine that makes you want to turn your head and press your nose to his pulse. apparently he’s enjoying the way his proximity is affecting you, gold-flecked eyes locking with yours as you stutter out a response.

“ah, just going over some plans. nothing exciting really.”

long fingers graze over the paper obscuring your design. “didn’t know pit crew managers designed engines.” he watches you wring your hands together on your lap, suddenly sheepish.

“it’s just for fun, really. might not be one forever..” you mumble.

“you design formula 1 engines for fun?”

“i guess so.”

“MIT?” he asks as if he can’t already tell and you nod.

the hum that rumbles in his chest jumps over your skin and burns goosebumps in its wake. “clever little thing, aren’t you?”

there’s a desert in your mouth. your saliva has to be a fucking mirage because you’re definitely swallowing sand.

“i—“

“pretty too.” he says, tugging on a particularly curly loop of your hair. (it’s short, maybe as short as his, because there’s only so much shampoo a person can go broke from trying to get the smell of gasoline out of hair that grazes your mid-back).

“thanks.” you croak out uncertainly.

“i want you.” he deadpans and you can feel the harsh crunch of grains between your teeth, saharan dust clogging your throat by the mouthful.

“you—what?” you aren’t sure whether hanma’s smile should make you feel excited or uneasy. still, you try not to noticeably clench your thighs together.

“in paris.”

“p-paris?”

he raises a knowing brow as he smirks at your adorable squirming. “i want you there, in paris. for the first race. and every race after that.”

at that, you frown and your answer comes at a speed that surprises you both. “no.” and then, more softly, “i’m… supposed to be on vacation.” you mumble.

he clicks his tongue, dissatisfied. “c’mon sweetheart. it took me one race to figure out you’re the best of the best—you’ve gotta know that by now. and i—“ he starts, lifting your chin from where it’s tucked into your chest, “want the best.”

you step up from your seat a little too fast and slam your pencil down a little too harshly, running a hand over your hair and sighing, “you don’t need me, hanma. you won with a six lap lead today, i think you’ll be fine.” hanma sighs dramatically, walking backwards into the centre of the garage. the distance both calms your nerves and makes you crave something you can’t quite place.

punishment is extended to you, lustrous eyes daring you to deny him. “c’mere.” his hands are slightly warm. palms a little calloused and knuckles sharp when he laces your fingers together and pulls you deeper into the garage, right in front of where his car is parked. admittedly, it’s fucking gorgeous up close—the fleeting glimpses on the speedway don’t do it anywhere near justice. hanma takes advantage of your stunned silence and slots in right behind you, sporting a wicked grin unbeknownst to you when his palms land on your shoulders and he feels you immediately tense under his touch.

“you know why i love racing?” his voice is low and gravelly and travelling straight between your legs. and when his head dips and he whispers over the shell of your ear, you release a shaky breath that you didn’t realise was trapped in your lungs. “adrenaline.” he says. “it builds up. every lap of the track, building and building—“ it’s hard to ignore the way his fingers are sliding further up your skin. “until i cross the finish line with those fuckers miles behind me.” calloused pads ghost over your jaw until hanma’s tilting your gaze upwards. dark and blonde strands have fallen over his eyes, and yet you could swear his pupils look blown, thick lashes more prominent under his half lidded study of you. “you ever feel like that?” it’s phrased as a question, but something in his tone assures you that he knows. “tell me what you felt, today, when we won.” when we won. hanma’s laying it on a little thick, but he has a feeling it’ll all be so, so worth it.

“i—i thought you did well. i was.. proud of my team.” you manage to whisper.

“oh c’mon doll,” the corner of his lips is tilted in a knowing smirk and he leans in closer, “‘s just us, you can drop the modesty.” the subtle heat of sin is suddenly gliding over your waist.

“i—“ you can’t fucking speak, his left hand settling over the skin of your stomach and toying with the zip that sits below your navel. “c’mon angel, you can trust me.”

“i felt it.. i felt it too.” you blurt out. “adrenaline—when you turned the corner. w-when you crossed the finish line. felt like i fucking won.” you’re spewing words out between heavy breaths and he rewards you for it, tracing the lace that lines your panties, the seam that connects your inner thigh to your heated cunt, before tensing the fabric against the plush mound of your pussy. he explores your covered folds through the thin barrier, tracing the peaks and valleys he finds while dragging your panties in steady strokes against you, drool-worthy friction scathing across your weeping cunt. pink flashes from between his teeth as hanma runs his tongue over his lips and you get the sudden insatiable urge to suck on it. to chart the course of his mouth until you get lost between his teeth, under his tongue and down his throat.

“i knew it.” he smiles like he’s proud, “only reason i got such a lead was ‘cause you know how to manage those nobodies.”

did he mean your team? “t-they’re not nobod-“

“they’re nothing.” he insists, “but you, angel face,” he continues, wrenching your panties aside and delighting in the sticky mess that he finds there, “oh you’re everything.”

the moan that escapes you when hanma immediately plunges two lithe fingers past the tight rings of your entrance is swallowed into his mouth when he captures your lips with his. he’s got sharp canines that dig into the plush of your lower lip as he parts them at the seam and licks into your mouth. you’re as sweet as he thought you’d be: he laves over your spit-slick tongue like it’s his favourite piece of candy, swears your teeth have to be rocks of sugar with the way his tastebuds light up at the taste of you.

the stretch from his fingers is tapering into a dull throbbing as he glides the pads of his digits along the satiny walls of your cunt, subtly grinding the hardening tent at his crotch against the curve of your ass. one of your hands slinks upwards and slithers around his nape. blunt nails scratch at the shorter hair there, jolts of electricity shooting to the base of his spine and sparking delicious heat in his gut. your fingers can’t seem to decide what they want, torn between tugging at the soft locks of his crown and burying themselves there to push him closer. either way, the feeling has him growling against your mouth and writhing his fingers until he’s knuckle deep inside you and coated in your slick. when he crooks his fingers, angling them to press into the fleshy bundle of nerves at your centre, you whimper beneath him, arching into his touch and clenching around his digits like a fucking diver grasping at a gem on the depths of the seabed.

heated breaths fan over puffy lips as you pull back to come up for air. it proves pointless—any trace of oxygen punched from your chest when hanma cups your entire pussy and grinds the heel of his palm into the throbbing nub of your clit. your head falls limp against his chest, drawn out moans and little sniffles pulling his attention from the feast between your legs. his gaze is met with damp lashes and an almost imperceptible wobble of your lip. somehow the prospect of your tears has his dick twitching with excitement and threatening to burst through his clothes. he fantasises about having you sprawled out beneath him, tasting salt on you lips and feeling wet trails down your cheeks. maybe mascara would stain your cheeks, inky tracks that worsen with each snap of his hips, sheathing his cock further into the gooey depths of your heat. it’s a tangible possibility, one that has him sporting an erection that could shatter glass. “shit—you cryin’ pretty girl?” he mutters before trailing kisses along the length of your jaw.

“ngh! ‘s so—‘s so good, hanma.” you’re mewling, the increasing pace of his fingers thrusting into you twisting your throat until rapid breaths are being puffed from your lips and the coil in your stomach pulls taut.

“shuji.” he says simply, latching onto your neck and sucking a bruise into the column of your throat.

you can feel your arousal dripping down your inner thighs and stringing his fingers together. between the involuntary grinding against his clothed dick and the searing kisses on your skin, you’re trying to move through the fog of desire that’s clouding your brain; a warning of you about to crash over the edge almost making its way off your tongue before hanma’s shuffling forward, spinning you to face him and pushing you down until you’re sprawled out on the thin hood of his car. his fingers slow their ministrations a fraction and yet never leave their rightful place, nestled against your g-spot. there really isn’t a lot of space on the car, though you suppose it doesn’t matter, ogling him with misty heart-eyes as hanma’s towering form slots over you. the forearm of his free hand slams against the glossy paint job right next to your head, his long legs spread wide to give him the perfect leverage to grind his dick into the edge of the car and relentlessly swirl his digits into the mess of your cunt. and when he feels the telltale squeeze of your walls, he practically rips your jumpsuit down your legs to get a flawless view of the rivets of fluid that spew from around his fingers.

“fuck yeah, good fuckin’ girl.” he’s groaning as his body shifts down and retracts his fingers, sucking swollen, leaking flesh into the rapturous heat of his mouth. “thats it,” he drawls, his drawn out words sending vibrations across the sensitive lips of your pussy. “more, c’mon doll, give me more.” your hands fly into his hair as your spine arches under his expert tongue, swirling and licking up the length of your slit, the pointed tip of his nose pressing into your clit with a pressure that pushes more essence from you as he drinks you down for what seems like forever. “hm, you wanna keep this pretty pussy all to yourself? got a feelin’ this cute little clit’s gonna become my good luck charm.” he’s taken to tracing his initials into the perk cluster of nerves with the tip of his tongue, soaked fingers trailing every inch of your exposed flesh as your hips buck and grind, trying to get more and more friction from his face. your skin is puffy and glistening in a sheen of spit and slick under the dimmed lights of the garage. and you’ve got a cute little rim too, one that twitches when his touch ghosts anywhere remotely near it and it has him dying to fuck your ass until you’re screaming for him.

when your thighs mindlessly inch closer together, caging in his head, punishment is quick to slam one back down, his thumb working to spread you further and his head pushing further into your core. with the endorphins of your high mellowing into a pleasurable buzz, you’re suddenly aware of the sensitivity between your legs and the desperate movement of hanma’s hips.

“s-shuji—“ you call, carting your fingers through his hair. the image of him surfacing is a lewd one: wild eyes that drip with desire, slick coating the bottom half of his face with droplets littering everywhere from his collar to his forehead, a sheen of sweat on this hairline that has the hair there sticking together.

you steal his mouth for yourself, moaning at the taste of your release and his sweet breath pairing together along your tongue. the firm grasp of your fingers beginning to squeeze the bulge of his cock has him bucking into your hand and nipping at the flesh of your lip between groans. “shit—“ he breathes, reaching for the zipper of his jumpsuit and stripping down to his boxers in the space of a few hazy blinks. saliva pools in your mouth at the sight of sinewy musculature, dark hairs along the base of his navel stark against the pale expanse of his torso. beauty marks pepper his sleek abs and you get the desire to sink your teeth into the lean muscle of his thighs when they flex under his movements. it gets better when he frees his cock. a pretty thing; thick and long—his length has you clenching around air and worrying for your cervix. his head is flushed a deep crimson that almost looks painful, and you’d kill to have it shoved into the sleeve of your throat. you’re reaching for him, eyeing the throbbing veins that twist along the ridges of his shaft with a lustful gaze, but he pushes you down with one hand and wraps a tight fist around his girth with the other.

“not today, sweetheart.” he says, pumping his length and squeezing below the sensitive head of his cock, thumbing at his slit as a pearly coat of pre spreads along his shaft.

“what?” you’re looking up at him with doe-eyes through wet lashes, a sweet pout on your pretty lips. “you’re not.. you’re not gonna fuck me?” you mumble it like you’re embarrassed, as if you didn’t just squirt into his mouth and hump his face like a bitch in heat. hanma sighs, letting his dick slap against his stomach and pulling you to the edge of the car by the crook of your knees. you yelp, hands landing onto the hood (and the puddle of slick beneath you). he slides your panties down and takes off your jumpsuit from where it’s pooled around your legs, leaving your sex gorgeously exposed. his hand wraps around his erection, delivering a wet slap with the head of his cock directly over your clit. he watches with delight as a few more dewy drops spew from your slit, the way your face contorts in pleasure and a broken moan escapes you. he continues, does it over and over again, occasionally letting his length glide between the drenched lips of your cunt.

“i’ll fuck every pretty little hole you have to offer dollface.” he smiles as he cups your chin, his knees digging into the harsh metal of the cars hood, caging your body beneath him as he frantically strokes himself. “i’ll fuck you in toronto. in cape town, in tokyo.” he lists as his free hand slides down your torso and he begins to draw sticky circles above your slit. “i’ll fuck you in paris, first.”

his digits dip back inside you, his thumb keeping steady pressure on your clit as his other hand twists along his shaft. “for now, let’s give you a real one. yeah?” you want to argue that your first orgasm felt pretty goddamn real, but your answer comes in the form of your eyes slipping back, your hand clutching onto his wrist, unsure if you want to push him away from your oversensitive hole or keep him sheathed there until you physically can’t cum anymore.

“please, please shuji i’m—mmph fuck, fuck—‘m gonna cum.” oh he knows you are. the silky feeling of your cream between his fingers is enough for the frayed rope in his stomach to snap, milky ropes of his seed spurting from his dick and landing across your pretty cunt in a lecherous slew of arousal. curses are grunted from between his lips, his fist tightening round his cock to milk every drop of his cum onto your messy little hole. each sticky glob of his seed dripping onto you has your pussy clenching around air, pulsing with aftershocks and the desperate desire to have shuji’s cum stuffing you full, flooding your cunt until syrupy strings of it leak from your slit and claim you from the inside out.

silently, he tucks himself back into his boxers and slinks your shaky legs into your discarded underwear, the mixture of your cum and his immediately dampening the fabric. hanma grins, pressing an open-mouthed kiss over the damp spot that has you shuddering out a whimper. he levels his head with yours, a fucked-out smile gracing your lips that he can’t help but press a kiss against too.

“so.” he says.

“so..?”

“paris.”

you giggle, airy and breathless and entirely too fucking infatuating. faux contemplation is laced in the hum that you sing, locks of his hair between your fingers keeping you tethered here and barely stopping you from floating up into orbit. your heads in the clouds, but shuji’s lips are a whisper away, kiss-puffed and begging you to come back to them. “paris.” you say, and before the last syllable can evaporate into the air, shuji’s mouth is slotting against your own so perfectly that you wonder how you’ll ever be able to kiss anyone but him again.

#: @wh0reforlevi

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[sirthisisa-wendys]

I just had a great idea! I want to know how South, Mikey, Hanma, Rindou, Takeomi and Ran would react if their partner asks them to help them remove the menstrual cup since it got stuck! 😅❤️

OH BOI

Stuck Cups: South Terano/ Manjiro Sano/Shuji Hanma/Rindou Haitani/Takeomi Akashi/Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

wc: 927

tw: blood!

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South would be the type to be confused. Very confused.

"Why is there a cup inside of you?"

"Because... my period?" South stands in front of you, angling his head to the side. "Can you just help me get it out?"

"You stuck a whole cup inside of you... to catch your period blood."

"A menstrual cup!" you shout, irritated. "Just help me! Stick your pointer finger and your thumb up there to pull it out."

"I don't know how you..." South grunts, getting on his knees and putting his fingers together. "Why would you even stick a shot glass up in your vagina?"

"So you can say vagina, and you know what that word means, but you don't know what 'menstrual' means." South unceremoniously puts his fingers inside of you, and when he feels the stuck cup, he frowns.

"What do I do now?"

"Fucking pinch it closed and pull it out." South does as you ask, and when he sees his blood-covered fingers, he grimaces.

"Don't put that back up there. That's gross."

"Fuck you." You take the cup from his hands and go to the sink, washing the cup out as South thinks long and hard about what he's just discovered.

Mikey is the type to not help. At all.

"My menstrual cup is stuck!"

"Oh," Mikey mutters, flipping the pages of the magazine in his lap as he sits on the couch. "Sorry to hear that."

"It's stuck in my vagina," you add, leaning over and trying to pluck it out.

"Just wait for it to fall out. Or just wait until you pee. It'll come out then, yeah?"

You stand in the bathroom, squinting your eyes and thinking of ways to murder your boyfriend after you get the cup out.

Shuji isn't helpful, either. But at least he'll try.

"Could get some pliers," he calls out, looking under the kitchen sink. "Might work."

"Fuck," you shout, grumbling to yourself about how useless your boyfriend is, even though he claims to be trying.

"Maybe you could just--" Shuji appears in the doorway, grinning with a monkey wrench in hand.

"You're fucking insane," you gripe, but Shuji just advances on you with a strange look in his eye. "No! Get that thing away from me!"

"You want the cup out or not?"

"Fingers only!" You push at him, but Shuji just laughs, pulling you closer.

"Come on, babe; necessity is the mother of invention!"

"I cannot believe you just quoted Plato."

"Did I?" Shuji pauses, thinking. "I read it one of Kisaki's books."

"You can read?" Shuji chuckles, holding up the wrench again.

"Yeah, and I can get a cup out of your butt!"

Rindou is very useful. He knows a thing or two. Sort of.

"Okay, I got my gloves on." Rindou kneels and turns the flashlight upward, aiming at your--

"A flashlight?"

"I need to see," Rindou mutters, inhaling deeply. "Alright. I'm going in."

"You sound like you're about to discover Atlantis." Rindou is silent, holding your walls apart with his fingers. "Well?"

"Yeah, it's stuck. This might be one for the professionals."

"Babe," you whine. "Just get it out of me, please!"

Rindou shakes his head grimly. "Baby, it's really stuck." Teas come to your eyes, and you lean back in the seat.

"I don't want to go to the hospital for this! It'll be so embarrassing!"

"I'm sure they've seen it plenty of times," Rindou reassures you softly, still looking inside of you. Your hands fly to your face as you moan, feeling the heat work up your body at the thought of someone other than Rindou or your gynecologist seeing inside of your vagina.

"Hey, don't cry..."

"Easy for you to say," you sniff, wiping at your eyes. "You're not the one with a menstrual cup stuck inside of you."

"Well, neither are you." You pull your hands away and glare at Rindou, who's holding your menstrual cup between his fingers.

"How did you--"

"Came right out," he chuckles. "You didn't feel it?"

"No," you snap, frowning deeply. "Why didn't you say something?"

"Just like seeing you get all worked up," Rindou admits, smirking. You reach out to smack him, but he deftly dodges your rebuke.

"That's not funny!"

Takeomi has a ton of experience with this. He's the hero of the bunch.

"Yeah, it's pretty stuck," Takeomi mumbles, pulling his fingers free. "I'm gonna go back in one more time." He does just as he says and looks off into the distance, fishing around with his fingers as he looks for the rim of the cup.

"Got it."

Takeomi pushes the cup down and out while you grimace, your toes curling painfully. "Ow, ow, ow..."

"Just relax," your husband coos, shaking his head. "Almost out." It finally pops free into the toilet bowl, and Takeomi reaches in and plucks it out.

"Hm." He inspects the cup curiously, then chucks it into the trashcan. "Gotta get you a better size." He proceeds to wash his hands thoroughly, then takes a towel and runs it under warm water.

"Hurt pretty bad, huh?" Takeomi wonders, wiping you clean of any traces of blood.

"Yeah..." you whimper, and his green eyes soften.

"Come on. I'll get you a heating pad and something to drink before I go out and get you a new one."

"How do you know my size?" Takeomi helps you up and throws you a cheeky grin.

"I can just buy all the sizes and see if my dick fits."

Ran is asleep.

That's it. That's the post.

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[dr4kenlvr]

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕. 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 + 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 (𝟐)

feat. hanma shuji, ran haitani, rindou haitani, kakucho x gn!reader - fluff (0.9k+)

nana's note/cw: some more first kiss drabbles, part one here. please enjoy xoxo i made up my own prompts this time haha cw: hanma's includes minor description of injury - if you saw me post this twice no you did not !! :D

HANMA + "eyes up here, baby"

between your teeth, you rip open the package containing a small gauze pad. "chin up," you command, taking a seat next to hanma on your bed, as he complies with a quiet 'mhm'. his golden slits watch you carefully, a pool of guilt swarming in lungs at the concern your eyes showered him with. he never meant to get beaten the hell up, but he always knew he had you to care for him afterwards. you had finished cleaning up the blood from his cheek, and were now settling on the best position to place the gauze pad. he lets out a slight groan when you apply soft pressure, ensuring it in place with some adhesive tape. "sorry, babe. you need a minute?" you lean back, eyes lingering on his soft lips. despite getting hurt almost completely over, hanma's lips didn't suffer a scratch—and you were to quick to notice that. "eyes up here, baby," hanma speaks. his perfect, stupid lips twitch up in a sleak grin at your obviousness. you roll your eyes with a cheeky smile, making him chuckle as he hooks two fingers under your chin, and pulls you closer once more. "can i?" he asks quietly into the small space between you two, you nod. "yeah?"—you nod again, and your breath hitches when you feel his lips on your's, pouring all his gratitude into one kiss.

RAN + "oh love, you know i want more than a peck"

your fingers threaded your boyfriend's hair with expertise, working only to satisfy his needy expectations. "ow! you're tugging too tight, darling," ran pouts, making you stick your tongue out at his childish behaviour. "deal with it, you whiner." the two of you giggle, before quieting down into the peaceful element of you braiding his hair. you tie off the end of the left braid, and switch sides to begin the other. ran closes his eyes, still blanketed with the feeling of sleep and whole-heartedly enamoured by the soothe of your touch as you section off his locks. you smile at the look on his face, no signature smirk or smug sneer—just ran haitani, the man you've grown to cherish. your hands move swiftly, but time slows down as you dawn in on how handsome he really is: long lashes, light, feathered brows, and pouty rosy lips. now tying the braid's end off, your fingers move to cup his cheek. lavender irises blossom open and stare at you, a notable fondness in them. tracing his jaw, you lean in until your lips grazed together and pull back just as quickly. "oh love, you know i want more than a peck," ran whispers, before confidently reconnecting your mouths for a much more heated kiss. and the flustered laughs that leave you only make ran's cheeks deepen in hue.

RINDOU + "what's holding you back?"

"your glasses are dirty," you muse, leaning up to stable yourself against rindou's chest. "let me clean em'," you offer and he hums a soft 'thanks'. reaching over to grab the bottle of lens cleaner on his bedside table. he passes you the cloth as you carefully take the frames off his face. spritzing the liquid on both lens, you make careful work of wiping it off. rindou squints at you—partially, due to the fact he can't see too clearly—but also because he found you most attractive on top of him. he places his hands on your waist, just as you're leaning forward to place his glasses snug on his face. instead of perching back up, rindou's arms keep you tight against him as he shifts your bodies side by side. you let him do as he pleases, hands travelling upwards to caress his bicep. "i want to kiss you," he suddenly whispers, you peer up at him. "what's holding you back?" you respond, chest swirling with wait and want. he smiles at your boldness and leans forward, "nothing." suddenly, the collision of his mouth against yours' was eager, but rindou could barely comprehend the hitch of his own breath when you reciprocated his fervor. he grins into the kiss, and wishes he could do this all night.

KAKUCHO + "that was everything i wanted and more"

the moon stares down at the lovesick couple that hid themself away in an isolated bus stop. its light illuminates through the glass cubicle, dusting a shiny glow on both you and kakucho. the chilly air made its way inside, causing you to shiver and squeeze kakucho's arm a little tighter. he smiles down at you, you just looked so cute; red cheeks, flushed nose, and practically fusing yourself to his side as you scooched impossibly closer. "feeling any warmer, love?" you hum in response, grinning up at him. "thank you kaku'," he smiles again—and out of pure impulse, kakucho brings a hand to your face and cups your cheek. he searches your eyes for any sign of hesitation, or uncertainty. but in your glossy irises, all he can find is longing and love. "kaku..?" you mutter, a cold huff of air dissipating between your lips. your heart flutters with yearning—was he going to kiss you? your suspicions are confirmed when he leans forward, and asks: "may i?" you nod profusely, and crash your mouth onto his. he sighs heavenly as you bunch the front of his sweater. his palm—that was once on your cheek—travels to your nape and pushes you closer to him. moments pass, and the two of you pull back. its quiet while you stare at one another with the most vivid love possible. he murmurs, "that was everything i wanted and more." the moon shined a little brighter that night.

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[shujilovedive]

'Aren't you supposed to be a professional?'

Photographer Hanma x Reader

cw: visual nsfw link, nsfw, degradation, slight bimbofication, humiliation, coercion, accidental stimulation, no protection, dacryphilia, discipline, spanking, teasing, manipulation, he plans to take advantage of you, slightly naive reader, sex tape, nude photos, Hanma is a pretty vile person but reader doesn't care since they want it, cum play, facial, tit play, lots of cum, he spits in your mouth, tiny bit of fluff if you squint near the end? cold temperature play. Reader has a kitty and tits.

description: I honestly don't think Hanma would ever be this mean so it is a bit exaggerted. I'm really proud of this fanfic and excited for it to be the real first one on this page. I hope you guys enjoy this, especially the Hanma Shuji pages following me. I also hope you enjoy that spicy link.

“Just like that…perfect.”

You watched from the side of the photo shoot as Shuji Hanma, a renown and well known photographer instructed the model currently posing on set. You tried your best to conceal your jealousy, fingers tugging at the lace of your pretty dress. Everyone knew who he was, his work circling the globe from magazine to television. His style was incredible and one of a kind, notable and rewarded beside other famous photographers despite his rumored attitude. but that’s not what made you envious of the girl being photographed.

How could you not fancy someone like Shuji Hanma? Looks were something he thrived in, long two toned hair and striking golden eyes that could make anyone shiver under his intimidating gaze. Another thing you noticed about him was how bored and uninterested he had looked the whole day, until he was finally on set and snapping away with his camera. His demeanor was completely different now that he was working, a sort of light had appeared in his eyes as he had began doing his job. It was clear to everyone in the room who had stopped to see the artist at work, that his talent was unquestionable and so was his love for his work .You wanted to know what it took to catch a man’s eye like his, for modeling or for something more.

“Tilt your head a bit to the right for me….a bit farther. Great.” His camera light flickered against the models skin and the background of the set as he snapped another photo, looking down at it on his camera before moving to look at the latest line of photos he had taken on the computers set up behind the lights. He leaned down to look at the screen, some hair falling out of the bun as his eyes moved back in forth between the photos and the time.

You had to remind yourself to stop staring, the last thing you wanted was for him to catch you ogling him. When was the last time you had found a man so attractive though? You worked with male models all the time, yet none of them had peaked your interest like the world famous photographer. Hell, you had a small poster of him on your wall, he was even more popular in the modeling community. People would kill to model for him.

“We have time for a couple more, sir. But the second photographer has arrived and we must prepare his set.” One of the men assisting Shuji informed him. Hanma looked at the time and compared it to the one on his watch before scoffing softly, eyes returning to the photos. “I don’t like any of these.” He stated simply, ignoring the way the others man’s mouth dropped open in response. Suddenly Hanma’s attention left the computer and his eyes moved to where the new models were gathering, to where you were standing.

His annoyed eyes immediately locked onto yours. Suddenly your whole body felt hot, he had definetly caught you looking at him and their was nothing positive about the look worn on his face. He blinked at you, one of his brows lifting in response to your own gaze on him. Only when you finally looked away, face hot and bordering on light red, did he glance down towards your feet then back up at your face.

You thought that maybe you had imagined him looking at you, because when you glanced back over, he was packing up his things to the other man and the models dismay. “This was a waste of my time. None of these are going to work.” He looked up at the model who looked like she was about to cry, “Sorry.” You felt bad for her, you really did. But you could only feel bad for so long when Shuji Hanma had suddenly turned again and was approaching you. His camera laid around his neck, laptop under his arm and papers under the other as he stepped in front of you, eyes glued to yours. You were sure the face you were making at that moment had to have been embarrassing, maybe one of disbelief or even fear because whatever it was made him crack a slight grin. “What’s your lineup?”

You felt like a deer frozen in headlights for a moment before realizing he was asking you your place in the line up of models being shot. You dipped your head in apologies before jumbling out the words you could, “Sorry- One. I’m number one.” The fact that you had even gotten the words to leave your mouth was surprising and you were quickly becoming aware of the people around you staring at the interaction you two were having.

“One?”, He raised his eyebrows for a moment and looked away, seemingly thinking before looking back down at you again. “Okay, once you’ve finished your shots, I’ll be waiting near the dressing room. Today has been a drag, but you might be able to salvage it. How’s that sound?” He wasnt like any photographer you had spoken to before, some were eager while others quiet, barely communicating with the models. Meanwhile he was straight forward and unapologetic, like no one else’s opinions of him or reactions mattered. He spoke like he had control. And you couldn’t deny that.

You could see that bored look returning to his eyes as you hesitated to reply, overwhelmed by the eyes on you and sudden pressure of the situation. “Yes, sure.” You agreed, bowing slightly in respect. He continued to look down at you, a small sound resembling a laugh left his nose. “Great.”

That was the gist of your first conversation with him. You struggled to get through your shots due to nerves, thanking whatever god was looking down upon you that he wasn’t watching your shoot. The moment you were done and the photographer called the next models, you removed your uncomfortable heels and began to make your way to the dressing room. He was leaning on the wall beside the door to the dressing room, fiddling with his camera, that piece of hair still hanging in front of his face. He noticed you coming before you had arrived, lifting his head up to look at the way you padded down the hall, forcing you to speed up to make the situation less uncomfortable. You had to have caught his eye in someway, somehow and you didn’t want to make him wait any longer since your shoot had lasted twenty minutes.

“I already took a look at your modeling portfolio from one of your agents, y/n.”

Your name coming from his mouth made butterflies flap around inside your stomache as you stopped in front of him, nodding in response.

“I’ll be direct with you, I hate scooting around the subject. I have a shoot coming up and I’m in need a of a model. The one I had doesn’t fit my vision.” You felt like your heart was going to explode. A chance to work with Shuji Hanma himself wasn’t just exciting because you were totally swooning over him but it would look amazing on your portfolio. The kind of work that could open you up to would be loads above your level. Maybe Hanma could see that you were a bit to excited and that your focus has shifted cause his hand suddenly came up and tapped under your chin, pulling you back to reality. “Hay.”

“I’m sorry, I apologize. I’m just tired.” You rushed to come up with a excuse for your lack of full attention on him. Feeling like you had already embaressed yourself in front of him more than once.

“Mhm. This gig isn’t a normal gig though. It’s for one of my side projects that isn’t public. You’ll be payed nicely for it in exchange.” He watched you, studying your reaction to his words before continuing, “It’s a nude shoot.”

You felt your mouth drop open, mind scrambling to understand what he had just said. Horribly, you could feel your insides turn at just the idea of a nude shoot with Shuji Hanma. For a side project too? That meant something more personal to him. “I’m interested.”

He once again seemed to eye your form for a moment before brushing that one strand of hair out of his face. “Interesting. Here.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, unlocking it and pulling up the contact list before placing it in your hands. “Add yourself in. I’ll get in contact with you. I’d prefer to work directly with you over an agent on something like this.”

He watched you struggle to type your number into his phone before slipping it out of your hands and into his pocket, golden eyes meeting your again. “I’ll need to see what I’m working with before I promise you the gig. Work to get me some decent shots, ya?”

“And for the record. When it comes to my private shoots, I like to take a more hands on approach.” You swear that you once again saw a more amused look in his eyes, while he studied your reactions. You had no clue just how excited he truly was to get his hands on you. “So if you have a boyfriend. This probably won’t work…”, he trailed off, easily baiting you into a quick response.

“I don’t.” You answered as if was a question, eyes practically pleading with the man in front of you. He smiled a bit before lifting his hand to pat your cheek lightly. “Good. I’ll be in contact, don’t miss it.”

Maybe you were a bit to hasty to jump into it, because the moment you got home that day, you began to figure out how you’d do those “portfolio” shots. You knew including your manager would ruin your chances, Hanma had already told you he wanted to work with you personally and you couldn’t imagine the paperwork and everything that would go into prepping you for taking nude shots in a professional environment. And Hanma had specified that this wasn’t a public photo shoot. You were alone on this one and completely lost.

What exactly did he want? Completely nude shots? Were you supposed to pose in them like a regular photo shoot or did he want to see everything you were working with?

You hated the way you were wet while working on the shots, you were supposed to be a professional. But the idea of Hanma Shuji looking through these photos of you, made you squeeze your knees together. You decided to go with a almost completely nude variety of photos, the only clothes on being a small pair of panties that pressed against the outline of your pussy and cupped it in the perfect way.

You set your camera up on the stand you had originally bought to do your first portfolio and picked out different places to pose. On the couch, your bed, the shower and more. You didn’t want to go overboard but at the same time Hanma hadn’t been very specific about the kind of shots he wanted other then suggesting that they needed to be nude.

Over the next few days, you redid some shooting during your free times and went through the photos. Photos of you on your bed and on your knees, legs open for the camera to catch every dip and curve of your body. Photos of you laying in bed or on the couch, eyes soft and focused on the camera. Photos of you in the most compromising positions you had ever sent to someone.

It took you a week to finish up all the photos, picking out the ones you like and gathering them all up before putting them in a google drive folder. Now you just had to wait for Shuji Hanma to get back to you. You were semi nervous that none of this would actually work out, he would find another girl he liked more than you. You hated how it haunted your mind, wanting him to get back to you so bad. So when he finally texted you only a few days after you finished your photos you couldn’t stop yourself from answering almost immediately.

You were laying on your bed on your stomache late at night, scrolling through social media ands communicating with your agent. A notification lit up on your screen from a unsaved number, saying the following.

‘It’s Shuji. How are those shots going? I was hoping to get this shoot done as soon as possible.’

‘I actually already finished them, I didn’t have much to do this week so I kept myself busy working on them.’

That wasn’t true at all, but you were so so enamored and desperate to have them ready for him that you didn’t mind filling up all your free time with preparing them.

'Here is my email. Go ahead and forward them to me.'

Your stomached dropped, you had been waiting to send them to him but now that the moment was here, you were starting to feel anxious and nervous, but yet excited still at the same time. You slid off your bed, walking on your bare feet to your desk, sitting down and opening your laptop. Once your email was pulled up, you went a head and typed in Hanma's email before hesitantly dropping the google file into the attachment box. This felt wrong deep down, you were sure Shuji Hanma had to be more professional, everything about this seemed suspicious but you weren't willing to give up the idea of doing a nude shoot with Shuji Hanma. So you sent the email.

You didn't get a reply immediately, in fact you didn't get a reply till late the next day, over text. You had no idea why he took so long to respond, he was probably just busy, right? But maybe he had disliked your photos so much that he was going to ghost you, those were the only two options, they had to be. Or maybe he would want you to retake them, considering this was your first attempt.

None of these scenarios were true though, you had no way of knowing that the professional photographer had neglected to sift through your photos seriously. Instead laying back on his bed with his phone in one hand and his throbbing cock in the other. Shuji was shameless about it, he felt no true guilt for manipulating you into sending him photos. And he wouldn't feel bad when he lured you into his "shoot" with a more intimate and gross intent in mind. He had seen the way you shied away from him, your submissiveness not lost on him at all. Just how eager you were to do this "shoot". You were naïve, pretty yet stupid. Perfect.

His thumb ran over his wet red tip, stroking it before pumping his cock to a certain photo of you with your legs spread on your bed, tits so pretty and noticeably hard. He kept sifting through the photos, continuing to stroke his needy cock to each and every one. He could feel that high slowly building up, but was quickly sent over the end by a certain photo of you, laying on your back with your legs spread. A noticeable wet stain on your panties, saying all he really needed to know. He came into his hand and groaned, rolling his head around his shoulders with a sigh. As good as it felt, he knew getting his hands on you would feel even better.

'I looked through your photos. You'll do fine for the idea I have in mind, lets set a date."

Your heart soared above all that anxiety and waiting after a full day. Hell, you stayed up for two hours, waiting and worrying. But now you had set a date for the actual shoot. Shuji informed you that there was no need to bring anything, asking for your size in panties and lingerie so he could choose your outfits accordingly. He had no real use for the lingerie size but decided it would be a bit more convincing.

As the date of the shoot grew closer though, you felt that sinking anxiety returning to your stomach. This man may have been popular for his work but he was still a stranger at the end of the day. A attractive stranger but a stranger none the less. You had enough common sense to know that going to a strangers house with such little info other than the address and time wasn't a good idea. You would be putting your trust into the person providing you that info, but yet these worries still hadn't convinced you to call off the agreement. Not to mention the huge amount of money he was promising in return.

The day of the photoshoot came faster than you expected it, catching you by surprise when your alarm went off and informed you of your plans for the day. You needed a new word to describe the nerves bundled up inside you, anxiety wasn't cutting it anymore. You felt uneasy and unsure, almost turning your car around on the way to the given address. But you used some of your favorite music to calm you down and give you a boost of confidence, paying attention to that over the distance your gps was informing you was left till your destination.

But once Hanma Shuji opened the front door to the penthouse you had arrived at, in a tight fitting black shirt with his hair pulled back in a bun. God, you forgot why you were so unsure about coming, a cigarette hung from his lips, eyes burning into yours as he held the door open. "Coming in?" He questioned you with a almost snarky tone, raising an eyebrow at the way you seemed to freeze.

"Yes, sorry. Your house is just really nice." You were quick to come up with and excuse, walking past him into his home. He moved the cigarette around in his mouth ever so slightly with his tongue before shutting the door behind you. "Mhm, cost me a good chunk of money, but I earned it back relatively quickly." He shrugged, muscles moving under the black fabric, catching your eye. "So..", Your eyes lingered for a moment before returning to look up at him," Where are we shooting?"

You were led into Hanma's bedroom, in the center of the room against the wall was his large bed covered in grey and white bedding. Lighting was already set up around his room and so was his camera, though you couldn't help but notice the video camera also attached to it, plugged into his laptop. Shuji walked around you as you froze in the entrance of the room, hand grazing lightly against yours as he approached the laptop and began fiddling with it. You continued to scan the room, noticing a array of pretty panties folded on one of his dressers, a bottle of massage oil, wipes, hair brush, folded rags and more. You had no idea what a shoot like this needed to be prepared so you assumed that these were all necessary. Hanma's gaze slowly left the computer, gazing at you as you stood near the door, "You comin' in or not? Are you nervous?"

"A little." You admitted, throat tightening as he observed you, laying his head in one hand that he propped up on his table. "You shouldn't be. Treat this like any other shoot....I did need to discuss something with you though." Hanma already had a plan, he wanted to shame you as much as he could, break you. It was always interesting to him to see models, usually elegant and or entitled being broken down and ruined. Hopefully he could even make a permanent impact on your confidence, pushing you into shame and guilt. Maybe you'd even get a new career. That would be funny.

"Come here." He motioned for you to come over to where he was standing at his pc, looking down at the monitor. You nodded and approached the desk that was facing towards the bed, eyes gluing onto the screen, your nude photos pulled up on the monitor. You felt your face flush as you looked at him, his golden eyes flicking from the explicit photos back to you before clicking on a specific photo. "Do you notice something about this photo?" He asked, moving back so you could get closer to the laptop and allow himself to hover behind you. You shuffled in front of him, eyes focusing onto the screen as you tried to get yourself into that professional mindset. It took you a moment to figure out what he was talking about, but once you did, you felt sick, face burning. You must have missed this photo when you were cutting out the ones you didn't want, a particular photo of you on your back, legs open and panties drenched.

Hanma could tell you were frozen in shock, panick or humiliation so he leaned forward over your shoulder, hands landing on either side of the desk and locking you in. "You see it right? I don't know if you meant to send me this...",

"I didn't!"

"...but It's extremely unprofessional and unbecoming, don't you think? You're lucky I didn't throw these photos out and discontinue contact with you." His breathe bounced on your neck, tone slightly mocking and patronizing, but only enough to still sound proffesional.

"I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to send this. If I had known-".

"Sure, but its to late now, right?" He interrupted you, one hand lifting off the table and reaching toward the screen thumb landing on the wet spot, you felt like were gonna throw up.

"You'll make sure this doesn't happen again, right?" He sounded almost threatening, thumb swiping off your body before returning back to where his hand had set.

"Say yes." He murmured darkly, tapping on the table.

Your words came out, nodding quickly, "Yes, I promise." You couldn't promise that though and you knew it.

"Good." He suddenly pulled back, demeanor returning to the less threatening version of himself he usually had, seemingly bored and unbothered. "I've picked out some garments to choose from. I'd like for you too model at least three from this particular line I work with. " Now that part wasn't a total lie, but he got these panties for free from the line so he thought he'd put them to use. His hand found your frozen form, turning you and slowly pushing your towards his dresser.

The panties ranged from delicate and angelic, expensive and gorgeous to slutty and revealing.

"I want to pick a variety of styles, so one from each of these separate categories. Go ahead and choose, I don't care which one. Then feel free to undress in my bathroom and put them on."

This was really happening, your fingers moved over the fabric, hands shaking nervously as he returned to his computer. You always had a affinity for dress up and obviously clothes so you quite enjoyed this part of picking which panties to model, from the innocent pile a pair of tighter white panties. From the fancier pile, a pair of blue velvet panties with a heart cut out in the back. But picking from the more explicit pile was harder. V-strings, almost completely sheer panties, a particular pair with a slit in the bottom, perfect for a guy to slip into without having to take them off you and one with pearls where the bottom of your panties would be. No matter which one you chose, your pussy would be on display so you chose the one with the least amount exposed, the one with the slit in the middle that only cracked open slightly unless purposely opened up. Hanma didn't spare you a glance as you made your way to his bathroom, shutting the door behind you before deciding on the first pair to model. The innocent ones. You took off your clothes and folded them neatly on his sink before sliding the white panties up your legs.

You looked at yourself in the full mirror he had against the wall, face darkening as you turned around and looked at the way it cupped and outlined your puffy pussy. So much for innocence. Slowly opening the door up , you felt the initial need to cover your chest, hands moving upwards to place over your nipples. Hanma turned to looked at you, bored gaze barely affected as he stared at you. "Professionalism." He stated simply before looking back at his laptop.

Your stomached dropped, feeling stupid for covering yourself up when he was going to be photographing you like this the whole time.

He began to pull up some chosen poses before beggining to fiddle with his camera and lighting again. "Look at the first one out of the lineup. The image will be reversed here, so you are going to face the right side." Still not looking at you as he explained. You approached the computer, eyes landing on a photo of a girl with her body turned slightly away from the camera, the side of her left tit visible on the camera while she sat with her knees under her, facing the right side.

"Go ahead and attempt to position yourself, I'll adjust you where needed in a moment."

Hands on. He had mentioned that he would take that approach and you had been excited, but now you felt scared after how tough he had already been on you. Slowly, you climbed onto his bed, moving towards the right side of the bed before attempting to position yourself the way he had instructed.

He watched you through the camera, expression not showing just how ecstatic he was to finally get his hands on you. He wouldn't get to overly touchy with you right away, wanting to get you comfortable first before scaring you shitless when he inevitably began to cross the line of professionalism. Maybe he'd even convince you it was normal. He walked over the his desk and grabbed the massage oil, tossing it to you. "Work some of that onto the left side of your body."

Great, even more surprises. Flipping over the bottle, you squirted some of the sweet smelling, clear liquid into your hand and began to massage it onto your side, thigh and ass, avoiding looking at Hanma at all. Who was messing with the files on his computer to make sure they saved correctly, eyes slowly moving over the laptop to look at the way your skin moved under your hands. He knew wearing dark pants was the best decision today.

"Okay, you're doing it wrong. " His words were harsh and so was the look he gave you as he approached you, grabbing onto your legs gently and moving them to the right side, slowly position your calves into the place he wanted. He continued to do do this with every pose you were instructed to do, going between his camera, laptop and your body, big hands moving you perfectly into every position without making your to uncomfortable. His serious and focused vibe was still scary, but you began to feel more comfortable with the way he positioned you, heart beat slowing down in your chest. Even then though, you could feel the warmth in your stomache.

You finished the first set of photos in a hour, with a small break in between. Hanma left you in his room, walking down the hall and stopping at his air conditioner, before fiddling with the temperature, the warmth coming from it quickly changing to a colder breeze.

He returned to the bedroom and began sifting through the photos, forcing you to sit on the bed naked and slightly uncomfortable for about ten minutes until he spoke again. "Go change into the next pair and go ahead and put that oil all over yourself again."

You did what you were instructed, changing into the blue panties and reapplying the oil before exiting the bathroom. His eyes returned to your form before a deep annoyed sigh left his lips. "Stop being stingy with it." He dropped his mouse, obviously irritated as he walked past you into the bathroom and grabbing the oil, squirting some in his hands. "Come here, can you follow instructions right for once? Do all your photographers have to baby you like this?" He mocked you, continuing to poke at your confidence, forcing you to feel ashamed with every comment. Your whole body tensed up as his hands landed on your hips, beginning to rub the oil around your midway, up your stomache, on your side then directly onto your chest. You felt like you could cry or even whine as he hands moved circles around your tits, thumbs brushing over your nipples once or twice before moving on to apply to your shoulders. He continued to oil you up, despite his eyes landing on your hardened nipples which you had also noticed, looking down in shame with your fingers tugging at your own hair. He made your turn around and gave the same treatment to your ass, hands circling around the plush skin before moving to your thighs, dangerously close to your panties and downward towards your calves.

It felt like forever when he was finally done and he gave you a little pat on your hip before pushing you slightly towards the computer. "Same thing. Try to get them right this time. Ya?" And so the cycle continued, but this time you felt a difference. Hanma's confidence when it came to positioning you was now alot higher. You tried to convince yourself that he was just getting more comfortable with you now and so he felt safe with the way his hands lingered close to your core and around your chest and neck. His grip on your body was tighter now as well and his gaze lingered longer. And in a way, you felt tighter and colder.

"There." He tapped the last button on his laptop after making you sit there for another 10 mintes, denying your request to use a blanket, saying it would mess up the oil he had applied. "Go change into the last pair."

You slowly slid of the bed and shuffled over to the bathroom, thighs sticking together due to the oil. You changed into the slutty panties, looking in the mirror at the way your pussy peaked out of the panties. Taking a deep breathe, you moved out of the bathroom and approached the laptop behind him, eyes dropping onto a girl on her knees, facing the camera with her legs spread. "Well, what're you waiting for?" he said suddenly, snapping ever so slightly and making you jump. "Go."

You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment, trying not to cry at the sudden harsh tone he was using. You wanted this shoot to end, but at the same time, you felt so needy and your eyes seemed to linger a bit to long on Hanma as well as he worked. Crawling up onto the bed and to the end of it, positioning yourself towards the middle, you did your best to mimic the pose. Spreading your legs open and planting your hands on the bed, near your sides but slightly forward.

He seemed to hesitate as he looked up at you, before pretending to look at you through the camera, then closing his eyes tightly as if trying to control some kind of anger. "Fuckin' okay." Was the only words he muttered, just loud enough to make you flinch before walking to the front of the bed and kneeling in front of it. He crabbed your legs and tugged your closer to the end, hands grabbing onto your knees to spread your legs wide. "This choice of panties wasn't very smart." He commented, deep inside though he was ecstatic with this choice, you were just a bit too dumb. "I can make it work though." He said before his hands moved right between your legs, you couldn't stop the gasp that left your lips as he grabbed onto the sides of the fabric that created the split, thumbs barely sliding inside the opening and brushing against your lips, pulled it open to reveal the way your pussy was drooling slightly for the camera. Your whole body felt hot yet at the same time, so so cold.

"There, don't move an inch or you won't like what happens next." Now he was directly threatening you, tears sat at your waterline and as Hanma walked behind his camera, he adored the way your fear was clear through the lens. He snapped a few photos before motioning for you to look at the next position photo. It was a simple crawl position, the models ass arched into the air and elbows down on the bed. You imitated it, wondering how you could mess this up, but Hanma always found a way for you to be wrong. He looked bored now as he approached you, not even needing to tell you that you were wrong.

Shuji slowly lowered his hand down onto the arch of your back, slowly pushing it down, his fingers lingering a bit to close to the curve of your ass. “Like this.” His smooth yet deep voice made you quiver, legs and arms feeling weak and it wasn’t something that went unnoticed by Hanma as he leaned down towards your ear. “Struggling to keep yourself up? Aren’t you supposed to be a professional? I’m starting to question just how serious your taking this. First your panties and now this? Maybe you need more training, how about I help you. Huh?” Your mind went blank, completely empty except for the intrusive thoughts that began to pop into your head. "Is that what you need? Maybe if you were a bit more afraid of the consequences of not doing what you're told. You'd do better. " He stared at your stupid, blank expression before shoving your upper body down onto the bed, hands then finding your hips to pull them higher into the air. "Stay." Like you were a stupid puppy, he addressed you and you obeyed, tears pricking and slowly dripping onto your lashes. "Gonna allow me to discipline you correctly?"

"Yes Shuji..", You sniffled.

"Sir."

"Sir." You repeated, closing your eyes. Without much warning, one of Hanma's hands came down onto your ass, making you cry out. Then again and again until your ass was throbbing and red, his handprints sure to remain on your skin for days. He continued till he could hear you crying softly and he felt pride and satisfaction well in his chest. And the way his cock throbbed in his black sweats.

“Lay on your stomach.” He instructed again. You were quick to obey, flattening yourself onto the bed, tasting the tiny bit of friction between your clit rubbing against the mattress. Your face fell into the sheets, burying it into the blanket out of embarrassment. His hand landed on you ass, sliding down the curve of it, hand gripping at your skin every once in awhile and massaging the red, burning skin. Then it slowly slipped down between your thighs, fingers rubbing over your exposed pussy before applying slight pressure. He cupped your pussy, dragging his hand back up to your ass, all while massaging the skin under his palm. This motion was repeated as you whined into the fabric of the blanket. “That’s it….I guess you can just be my personal slut since you’re unable to control your bodies reaction to being touched. How about that?” You nodded into the blankets, liking the idea of quitting your job and letting him do whatever he wanted to you whenever he pleased.

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"That's great. I'm glad you agree cause I'm tired of pretending like any of this was actually important or serious at all." He said vindictively, finally admitting to you just how much he had played with you. "I guess it wasn't too hard though considering how dumb you are." He stood up suddenly and walked towards the camera, leaving you dumbfounded as he replaced the camera with his video camera and pressed the record button before going back to your trembling form.

So many emotions were crashing over you. You felt so stupid so he must have been right. There had been so many red flags and probably more that you hadn't noticed yet you hadn't for a moment expected this whole shoot to be fake. More worried about him raping you or taking advantage of you, or wasn't he doing just that?

He then grabbed your sides and flipped your over onto your back, admiring the way tears were running down your face and how your pussy drooled for him. "You wanted this too , right? You didn't hide it well. So, I'm really just doing you a favor." He chuckled before slowly leaning over you. "Are you crying?", He mocked, hand coming up to pull your chin down and open up your mouth. "Will a kiss make you feel better, dumb girl?" You nodded meekly, you wanted to kiss him, no matter how sick and bad he was making you feel. He smirked down at you before grabbed your cheeks and squeezing them, spitting inside of your mouth before attaching his lips to yours. The kiss was heavy and messy, his hand sliding down to your throat as he moved his mouth on yours, enjoying the way you still returned the kiss despite your tears and shaking cold body.

"I'm so cold- sir." You whispered against your lips, sounding as pathetic as you felt.

"Wow, you actually followed a instruction right. You cold, baby? Tell you what, you be good for me and I'll cover you in my cum. Ya? That'll feel better." He was mean, horrible, and vile in every aspect, ignoring the sob that left your mouth as his kisses moved down to your throat, biting and sucking at the skin. Then down to your chest, tongue sliding up your right nipple before taking it between his teeth and pulling. Your cries were so cute, maybe he would do this again, just to hear the whimpers that left you every time he tugged on your perky nipples. "You taste sweet...you seemed too have added to much oil though." The way he was gaslighting you went right over your head as he suddenly sat up onto his knees and began to pull down his sweat pants. Despite the freezing cold temperature and overwhelming emotions, this action pulled you down to earth and you watched as his cock popped out of his boxers, red, angry and leaking pre cum. " Doing so good, baby. Keep those legs open for me now, okay? In fact...", He grabbed one of your legs and tossed it over his shoulder, holding it tightly with one hand and lifting your body up slightly from the bed. His other hand began to press the wet tip of his cock against your pussy, sliding it through your juices and against your sensitive clit. "So needy that you're gonna let me take you without protection. How generous." He said snarkily before slipping the tip of his cock into your wet cunt.

You gasped at the sudden intrusion, pussy opening up perfectly for him yet still clinging tightly to his cock. He took no time in bottoming out inside of you, groaning deeply as the tip kissed your cervix and fit perfectly inside your pretty pussy. "Shit, look at that. Maybe this is your calling instead of modeling? Your pussy is practically made for my cock, huh? What's your name again?", He snickered, watching the look of hurt yet pleasure mix together on your face.

He began to drag his length along your walls, keeping a steady pace as he held your leg up on his shoulder, listening to the way you whined and whimpered with every stroke. His free hand found its way to your clit, stroking at it before pinching softly. "I'll let you cum. Then you'll forgive me for lying to you, hm?" Your response was gurgled but you nodded in agreement, wanting nothing more then to cum on his dick.

His thrusts became more intense, pulling almost fully out of your needy little pussy before slamming back inside you over and over. Your skin was so cold and he even began to feel slightly bad for a moment. He slowed down and reached around you slightly for the blanket that was under you, pulling the sides up to wrap them around you ."Maybe I'm being a bit too mean. Once I finish you off...I'll make you a warm bath." He seemed to be almost speaking to himself for a moment before beginning to pick up another steady pace. He kissed your cervix over and over with his cock, feeling his own high building up along with yours. He was gonna fill you up completely, then warm you up with as much cum that his hand could provide. He would give you a little break and let you lay back on the bed as he jacked off. That sounded nice.

A loud groan left his mouth almost at the same time as your mind went blank again, that overwhelming feeling of pleasure moving over you as you creamed on his cock and he came inside of your needy cunt. He let go of your leg, watching the way your body twitched under him before thrusting softly in and out of your entrance, watching the creamy ring formed around his cock. "Good bitch.", He praised , pulling out and looking at the way your cunt leaked before slowly climbing over your again and rewarding you with soft kisses to your throat and jaw, hands moving to your cold sides to rub your skin. "Almost done, then I'll let you rest for a bit." He whispered before sitting up between your legs. You were partly oblivious to the way he continued to stroke his cock, chasing a second orgasm. Mind numb along with your body. This was certainly going to be a damaging experience, but you were too caught up in pleasureful feelings to care.

Shuji teased his cock until it was warm and squirting cum, covering your stomach, tits and face with his warm seed. You wailed softly at the sticky substance hitting your skin, sobbing softly one again only to be shushed by him. "Shh...It's okay. You've been so good. For a amateur." He slowly slipped his arms under the blanket underneath you and scooped your tired body up towards his chest. As he carried you to his bathroom, he paused at the video camera and stopped the recording, smiling to himself. "Let's get you cleaned up."

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Toxic

ꕥ Pairing : Hanma Shuji x Reader

ꕥ Synopsis : just posessive bf hanma and a bratty reader who likes to fuel the fire.

ꕥ Word count : 1.6k

ꕥ A/N : I wrote this for @arlertslove 's red flag collab :) and yes, every time i write Hanma he has to be a red flag, its canon atp.

ꕥ CW : smut, 18 +, alot of praise, faux sympathy, rough, creampie, impact play, use of slut once ( but like, his slut yk ), choking, spanking, teasing, edging, fingering, jealousy, talk of cheating, use of sir once, humping (?), fingers in mouth, size kink if you squint, hanma being lowkey highkey crazy, toxic ass relationship, he has a massive dick bc i said so / i think thats all LMAO

" Shu, did you just go through my phone again ?" You crossed your arms as you watched him exhale the smoke from his lungs before choosing to simply not reply.

" Hanma " You leaned down, getting closer to him making him finally snap.

" Why are you texting Kazutora for ? " He spit out making you sigh dramatically before taking a seat on the ledge of the bed.

Ah shit, here we go again.

" Why is that bothering you ? Scared i'll fuck him ? " You say with a smirk as you moved to lay down beside him on the bed.

" Why do you say that like you would ? " He perks an eyebrow up, putting his own phone down on the nightstand.

" Maybe i would " You chuckle making him let out a dry and sarcastic "ha ha".

" But if i said that about that one girl you hate all hell would break loose, right ? " He asks and you shift in bed, turning your body away from him, your face pointing towards the wall.

" I'm not doing this tonight, if you wanna fuck her - go fuck her i don't care "You roll your eyes, turning off the night light by the bed.

" Right, okay - " He sits up from bed and turns on the light, opening the wooden wardrobe door.

" What the fuck are you doin ? " You say annoyed, covering your eyes while squinting at the bright light.

" Dressing up, what does it look like ? " He grabs a T shirt and a pair of jeans and throws them on the foot on the bed.

" Shu, stop fucking around " You express in a serious tone making him smile to himself, sliding his t shirt off and throwing it towards you.

" I'm not though, i'll be back by the morning don't worry "

You knew he was messing with you by his expressions giving it away, he couldn't hold eye contact with you without nearly bursting into laughter.

" Oh shit, okay, can i call 'Tora up then? " You grin tossing the shirt back up at him and watching him shrug.

" Shit, i don't see why not " Hanma slides his PJ pants off and you go to pick up your phone before unlocking it.

You actually go through with it, tapping on Kazutora's contact and putting it on speaker, letting the dial ring a few times watching Hanma's expression go from his usual playful gaze to dead serious, placing a hand on his hip as he watches you to see if you're bluffing.

Unluckily for him, he managed to tick you off hard enough that you're willing to play along to his little game and you weren't going to be the one losing.

You grin and scan his half naked figure, feeling your heart start to beat faster once you hear the beeping come to an end, Kazutora's tired sleepy voice calling your name over the phone.

In a split of a second Hanma dashed across the room, climbing in bed on top of you and snatching your phone ending the call, his golden eyes looking dull as he throws it on the bed before pinning both of your hands above your head making you laugh.

You feel your whole body sink into the mattress, the tight grip interrupting your laughter which turns into a whimper, feeling the weight of his tall body on top of yours.

" You really had the nerve, hah" Hanma shakes his head, his face mere inches away from yours. At this point, you felt your breathing turn heavier, your eyes searching for his.

" Shu, i was just playing - come on " You let out a whisper, lifting your head up to try and place a kiss on his lips but tilts his head to the right with a scoff.

" Baby... i'll block him "

You watch his frown turn to a mischievous smirk as he buries his head in the crook of your neck making a shaky gasp escape from your lips.

" Don't block him - i don't need that " He mumbled into your skin before biting down, leaving marks down your neck.

" You're mine anyway "

He loosens his grip on your wrists, one of his hands travelling down to your silk shorts slipping them off you in one swift movement before he lets out a chuckle, sensing that you weren't wearing any underwear. His long fingers immediately beginning to work between your folds making you let out a moan, your eyes glued to his.

" And if i ever catch you with anyone else... " His playful tone was back but you realised it wouldn't he for long, two of his fingers sliding into you at once and curling against your spot. Your lips part into a gasl as you try to clench your thighs together, your eyes shutting in pleasure.

" I'll kill you both, understood ? " His other hand grabs your chin forcing your attention back on him, his thumb pushing past your lips to part them.

You give him a small nod, your lips parting into a soft moan which turns into a gasp once a slap lands on your face, not hard enough to hurt you but hard enough to know you did wrong just nodding.

" I said " Hanma pushes two fingers past your lips, touching the back of your throat making you gag.

" Understood ? "

" Yes - sir " You choke out , your body sinking further into the matress feeling yourself grow hotter, his fingers continuing to stretch you out slowly.

He smiles, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lips before pulling away, sliding his fingers out leaving you whimpering, craving more.

" Good girl " He praises you as he grabs on your hips and rolls over, positioning you on top of him as his back rests against the headboard. Landing a harsh slap on your ass, you curse out while rutting your hips against his.

You immediately go to tug down on his boxers when he slaps your hand away chuckling.

" You don't deserve that " Hanma hums, a smirk creeping up on his face as he guides your hips down on him, grinding you against his clothed hard cock.

He watches you struggle to keep quiet, biting on your lower lip as he leans forward to whisper in your ear.

" That's all your getting baby " He softly says, grabbing and slapping on the skin of your ass with every movement you make, your head tilting back hearing the low groans he lets out every time you move your hips downwards.

You let out a loud moan at the friction as you move faster, your lips whispering his name as you grip his shoulders to balance yourself, trying your hardest to chase your high.

" Shu, please " It comes out as a broken whisper, desperately trying to move faster but as hard as you tried, it wouldn't push you past the edge.

" Mm, poor thing - is that not enough for you ? " He mocks you, latching onto the skin on your neck, nipping and biting on the already red skin.

All you could muster to do was let out pathetic cries, slowly down your movements as you feel your stomach twisting and turning, the teasing getting overwhelming.

His eyes meet yours again when you stop, a small laugh coming from his lips as he tilts his head to the side, pouting sarcastically.

" What does my slut need ? " Hanma asks, his tone filled with faux sympathy as he lets his body sink further into the bed, gazing up at you innocently.

"I-I need to feel you" You look down and put a hand on your lower stomach,

" ...in here " You pleaded with him, watching his pupils dilate and his expression fully change.

The next thing you knew, he pulled down his boxers and lowered you onto him quickly, a shaky breath leaving your lips as you kept eye contact the whole time, whispering small out of breath 'thank you's as you began bouncing up and down, feeling yourself fall deeper in the intense sensation of pleasure.

All Hanma could do is watch you take him, digging his fingers into the soft skin of your thighs urging you on with loud groans and small praises, seeing his cock dissapear inside of you every time you lowered yourself down again.

You begin to play with your tits, rolling your nipples between your fingers while looking down seductively, completely lost in chasing your high.

" Fuck, you drive me crazy " He mutters out of breath and you snap your head forward, pressing your lips against his hungrily, your tongues tangling with eachother as you let loud moans out into his mouth, feeling his cock kiss the tip of your cervix with every snap of your hips on his.

"Shit, i'm gonna-" You feel your body tense up, your legs shaking underneath you while you grip on Hanmas shoulders harder, digging your nails into his skin, your vision getting blurry while you mumble againt his lips.

You cry out his name loudly, slowly down your movement as you feel your whole body shake as you reach your high, your head falling onto his shoulder as he meets your tired thrusts hectically, helping you ride out your orgasm.

" You took me so well " He breathes out, kissing your shoulder before biting down softly, holding back moans as he spills himself inside of you without warning.

Your tired body collapses on top of his, not being able to do anything but try to catch your breath for a few minutes as he traces shapes on your back with his finger gently with a soft smile.

" Shu " You mumble into his chest with your eyes closed.

" Hm ? "

" Is this toxic ? "

Hanma chuckles, softly running a hand through your hair,

" Nah, we're good "

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[obitohno]

pillow talk

hanma shuji 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, 18+, enemies to lovers, alcohol consumption, one night stand, hate sex, sex with feelings, breeding kink, creampies, oral sex, doggy-style, cowgirl, rough sex, unrequited love, one sided love, angst (if you squint), hanma has feelings, mitsuya is your best friend

word count ⤸

7.2k (unedited)

a/n ⤸

so, when i posted a sample of this, some of you were kind enough to say that you liked it enough for me to continue the story. n so, i wrote more, n some more, n then, even more, n now it’s over 7k words, oops. it’s longer than i originally planned it to be, but it’s probably my new favourite out of all of the fics that i’ve written (so far), which may or may not be heavily influenced by the fact that it’s about hanma, hhh. it’s three am here, so i’m definitely not editing today, but i’ll get around to it one day. pls enjoy the full fic, n thank you to those who encouraged me to finish this ♡

reblogs are appreciated ~

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. 

and, of course, he hasn’t earned the role of senior partner for no reason. last night had been the celebration of yet another big win added to hanma’s ever growing repertoire, and this time, it had been the much awaited end to a very public murder trial that had stretched on for far too long, in your opinion. and despite the fact that you’d dramatically announced that you’d rather die than celebrate anything associated with the most insufferable man on the planet, it was kokonoi and mitsuya who had dragged you along anyway. you’d been tucked away in the corner, sitting on the plush velvet seat that had looked like it had cost more than your monthly rent, and when mitsuya had politely suggested that you at least fake a smile every once in a while, instead, you had grumbled every curse under the sun. 

after that, you don’t remember a thing. 

so, for reasons unimaginable to you—because, really, you had no idea as to why you would subject yourself any sort of company with him of all people—you’re now sat on hanma’s bedroom floor, wrapped in a thin, silken bedsheet that looks as obnoxious as his face does, absolutely mind boggled as to how you ended up in this situation. 

you must have really pissed someone off in a past life. 

begrudgingly, you meet hanma’s gaze, and in a voice so minute that he has to strain to hear you, you dare to ask, ‘uh…? did we—?’ you motion a hand between the two of you, and if possible, his frown deepens. 

he leans closer to the edge of the bed, golden orbs staring down at you, hard. ‘you really don’t remember?’ you shrug, nose crinkling into a grimace. he pauses, gaze distant as if he’s seeing right through you, and then he scoffs out a, ‘huh.’ then, instead of answering you, he rises from the bed and steps over you to make his way over to the built in wardrobe that dominates the opposing wall. he doesn’t answer your question, but with the alarming lack of clothing involved throughout this entire exchange, and with the familiar ache that is nestled deep into the muscles of your thighs when you shift your legs, you already know the answer. dread spreads across your entire chest, and you belatedly think to yourself: what the fuck have i done? 

hanma? of all people? hanma-fucking-shuji? how, and most importantly, why? why can’t you remember a thing from last night—surely you hadn’t drank that much? and why in the hells didn’t you go home with mitsuya, as you’d promised to earlier that night? at this thought, you frown, and you wonder if mitsuya even knows where you are. the thought of him panicking upon your disappearance makes your stomach fill with nauseating guilt, strands of hair gluing themselves to back of your neck that seems to get clammier and clammier with each passing second. your eyes skip across the vastly large room, searching for your handbag, which you hope that you’d had enough sense to bring with you, and your shoulders sag with relief when you spot it, dumped at the foot of the bed. however, before you’re able to make a beeline toward it, you’re distracted by hanma flinging one of the wardrobe doors open, and he looks at you from over the crook of his shoulder as if he hasn’t just flashed you an eyeful of his bollocks swinging between his legs, his expression touching upon an eerie shade of cold, ‘you should leave. wouldn’t want you to get caught with the reaper, now, would we?’ 

you don’t hesitate to do as he says. scrambling to find your clothes laying in a crumpled pile next to your handbag, you hurriedly pull the crinkled fabric of your work dress over your head, chucking your bra and stockings into the handbag and feet rushing you toward the bedroom door. you feel his eyes watching you from his spot by the wardrobe, your cheeks heating upon the realisation that he is yet to dress himself. 

pausing by the door with your handbag haphazardly thrown over your shoulder, you loiter, pointedly refusing to look at his naked form as you mumble a very hesitant thanks. you may be mortified that it was him, of all people, that you chose to have a one night stand with—albeit one that you cannot remember—but you also can’t deny that it was also him that made sure you had somewhere safe to stay for the night. he could’ve easily kicked you out after having his way with you, and yet, for a reason far beyond your capabilities to think about right now, he let you stay within the comfort of his bed, which, you are loathe to admit that it is, in fact, a very comfortable bed. 

in response, he echoes your thanks with a laugh that sounds anything but genuine. he jabs a thumb in the direction of the door, and orders, ‘i’ve got shit to do. fuck off.’ 

shame and irritation immediately boil your blood, and you have half a mind to give him the ear-thrashing that he has had coming for a long time, but right now, you’d love nothing more than to rid yourself of his presence, and so you turn away, yanking on the door handle and shuffling out into the hallway. you don’t look back to realise that he’s still staring after you. 

you find your heels thrown on the floor by the entrance door, and you ignore the churning of your stomach when you retrieve one of them from its place on top of his evidently expensive pair of brogues. said heels are shoved onto your feet and as fast as your newly forming headache will allow, you leave the apartment, door slamming shut behind you. 

once you’re waiting inside the elevator, you use the time to travel down six floors to straighten your clothes in a bid to make it look like that you’re not currently performing the walk of shame. and once you make it past a very awkward smile shared with the receptionist at the front desk, you’re out onto the street, one hand smoothing down the messy tendrils of hair that billow in the morning breeze, the other, dialling mitsuya’s phone number. the phone doesn’t even manage to ring twice when he picks up with an immediate urgency, and you are made aware that he’s been trying to call you all fucking night, where the hell have you been?! five minutes later and he’s still spewing on about how close he was to calling the police and reporting you missing, but as much as you love him for loving you enough to be this worried about you, you have far more pressing news to share. 

‘’suya,’ you interrupt his angry ramble, pressing the button at the traffic lights as you await the signal to cross. ‘you’ll never guess what’s just happened—’

and for the next twenty minutes, you inform him of the circumstances of your whereabouts. by the time you finish, you’re already halfway through your journey home. 

‘no fucking way,’ mitsuya blurts in a way that is very un-mitsuya-like.

he then proceeds to tell you that after sulking in the corner of the booth for majority of the party, you’d suffered an uncharacteristic bout of alcoholism, and had drank so much that both mitsuya and kokonoi had caught you—still somehow standing upright—sneaking off to the bathroom to vomit. however, after you’d fallen over for the third time, kokonoi had made the decision to send you home via taxi. you’d stepped outside to clear your head, and mitsuya, the gentleman that he is, had accompanied you as you’d sat on the curb with your head pressed between your knees. his role, surprisingly, had been replaced by none other than hanma-fucking-shuji, who had stepped out for a cigarette and had offered to watch you whilst mitsuya went back inside to say his goodbyes. but when he returned, neither you nor hanma were in sight. 

‘i really thought this was gonna be like one of those documentaries where i’d keeping waiting for you to come home, but instead, the police find you dead in some dude’s bin,’ he says quietly down the phone, and despite the need to tell him that his imagination couldn’t be any more far-fetched, you feel the familiar burn when your eyes prickle with fresh tears. you swallow down the lump that forms in the back of your throat, mumbling a soft apology into the microphone, which he laughs off, voice shaking as he says, ‘it’s about time, anyway.’ 

your lips part, ready to question what he means by that, the wind picks up and billows the skirt of your dress around your thighs, and because of this, the air blows into a place where you really shouldn’t be able to feel the wind. this is when you are suddenly hit with the horrifying realisation that in your earlier panic, there is one item that you had failed to retrieve from hanma’s apartment. 

your underwear. 

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it wouldn’t be until three weeks have passed before you next encounter hanma. 

for exactly sixteen days, and counting, you do your upmost to avoid bumping into the ‘absolute beanpole-freak of a man’ as baji had once summarised hanma’s stature when he’d decided to join in on your rant to kokonoi after overhearing you whilst passing by in the hallway. 

the entire office is aware of the mutual rivalry between the two of you, which explains why most of them are baffled as to why you’ve suddenly halted your efforts to slander hanma’s name at every given opportunity, and have instead resorted to either paling by a few shades or stammering a lame excuse—which usually consists of very little coherency—and making a swift exit from the conversation. it was only after chifuyu had reported to the group that you’d said that you had to leave early because your pet cat was having a tooth removed, that kokonoi had later called that evening to tell you to ‘get your shit together’. 

you don’t even own a pet cat, for fuck’s sake. 

if you’re being completely honest, you’re surprised that you’ve managed to avoid him for this long. usually, you arrive at the office long before it opens to the public, which, unfortunately for you, is also the exactly time that hanma likes to arrive, usually wasting most of his free time to annoy you by interfering with your daily routine. once, after a particularly bitter argument in front of the entire office body—caused by him ‘accidentally’ tripping over and spilling freshly brewed coffee all over your work tablet—he’d spent the remainder of the day sporting a very large, bright red sore after you’d retaliated by throwing the desktop mouse straight at his ‘stupid fucking face’.

he’d thrown in an empty threat (or two) to have charges pressed against you, before retracting it when your eyes had glistened an interesting shade of pink, all with a smug grin plastered to that stupid fucking face of his. 

but this week, you’ve resorted to travelling to work with baji and nahoya, who, by almost everyone’s standards, are late to work everyday. 

it’s far from ideal to arrive to work after the clock reads past nine am, but you’d rather be reprimanded for tardiness than to risk the alternative. 

but it seems that a few of your coworkers are becoming a tad concerned by your behaviour, as on the seventeenth day, you are called into your manager’s office. at first, you fear that you really are in trouble, but those anxieties are quickly quashed when he asks if you’re faring well. it is only after that you repeatedly insist that yes, you are fine, and thank you, but no, there’s no need for him to lighten your workload because you promise that you are not stressed, and yes, you’ll tell him if you need any assistance, and sorry, but you don’t know what’s on the lunch menu for wednesday, does he finally allow you to leave. after this, you do your best to act as normal as possible, but you clearly fail in doing so, because this only results in another call back to your manager’s office the very next day. 

in the end, you throw yourself into your work, hoping that it’ll serve as a much needed distraction. it works for the majority of days eighteen, nineteen and twenty, but when you breach the third week, that is when your luck runs out. 

you’ve stayed late to finish up some notes that haven’t yet been submitted, but when you need to use the printer, you are frustrated to find that it won’t switch on, despite checking all of the nearby plug socks, and pressing every damn button on the blasted machine. after fighting with the printer for a good fifteen minutes, eventually, you huff a curse under your breath and decide to leave to use the machine on the floor above you, but not without delivering a swift kick to the base on your way. 

this late in the evening, the building is quiet—too quiet—and it’s almost a little eerie as you click, clack your way over to the elevator. there are probably only a few other stragglers within the entire building, so it doesn’t take long before the doors are sliding open to allow you inside. you reach the upper floor within seconds, which you could’ve easily made on foot, but you’re feeling far too lazy for that. once you locate the printer, you set to work on making sure that everything is switched on correctly. you’re balancing on the tips of your heels to reach the plug socket when, suddenly, there’s a large tattooed hand brushing the the curve of your waist, before it tightens to hold you in place. the other hand closes over your mouth to muffle the shriek that gets stuck in the back of your throat. pulse  hammering, your spine stiffens when there’s a warm weight that presses to the round of your behind, trapping you against the printer. 

a pair of lips ghost over the shell of your ear, ‘you’re avoidin’ me.’ 

you’d never have thought that you’d ever be relieved to hear hanma’s voice, but the second that you recognise him to not be a random stranger breaking into the office to have their way with you, your spine relaxes for a short moment before your relief quickly morphs into the shape of anger. enraged by his audacity to not only sneak through the office to catch you off guard, but it’s multiplied by the fact that he’s also dared to put his hands on you in a way that would look compromising to anyone who may walk past. you also despise the fact that after three weeks of working hard to avoid him, it’s all been undone with just one whisper into your ear. 

you glance down and recognise the black inking of the kanji for ‘punishment’. how fitting. 

despite the fact that he can’t see the look on your face, your eyes roll and before he sees it coming, you bend your right arm and elbow him as hard as your strength will allow. he grunts, hand falling from your face, but to your surprise, he maintains his hold on your waist, long fingers biting through the fabric of your blouse. the hand that displays the kanji for ‘sin’ traces up the length of your throat before it curls, index finger stroking along the length of your jugular. ‘behave,’ he murmurs, hot breath fanning the curve of your cheek as his lips follow, huffing a short laugh when you attempt to elbow him again. this time, he’s prepared and he doesn’t even flinch when the sharp edge of your elbow collides with his rib cage. instead, his fingers twitch against your neck, and he hums happily, ‘so fuckin’ sexy.’ he emphasises the last word with a nudge of his groin against your backside, accompanied with a phantom of a moan that you’d’ve missed if not for the fact that his lips are now pressed to your temple. 

his words only fuel your irritation, which only just masks the fact that the position he has you in is starting to affect you. not that you’re ever going to admit it aloud—especially not to him. 

‘fuck you,’ you spit at him from over your shoulder. 

he sneers down at you, humming as he shifts his hips, and you hate the fact that when you feel the hardened shape of his length grinding into your thigh, it encourages the heat that is slowly beginning to burn between your legs. ‘fuck me?’ he repeats, sin now sliding over your skin to grip the back of your neck, roughly shoving you forward so that your chest presses into the hard surface of the machine below you. there, he easily holds you in place with one hand, and he towers over you from behind, hips pressed flushed to your backside. ‘you’ve fucked me before,’ he hisses, punishment trailing a long index finger down the length of your spine, which, to your horror, instinctively arches to encourage his touch. you almost hope think that he’s going to grab at your ass, but instead, he croons mockingly into the shell of your ear, ‘or don’t you remember?’ 

you freeze under him, recognising the barely concealed fury that is laced between each syllable that leaves his mouth. 

so that’s what this is about. 

you don’t get to dwell on the subject of his bruised ego, because he’s grabbing at you once again, spinning you around until you’re both stood chest-to-chest. you barely have a second to crane your neck to glare up at him before he’s gripping your jaw and angling your head so that your neck stretches towards him. your hands fly to shove at his chest, to no avail, because he’s built like a brick wall, apparently. 

instead, you resort to simply slapping his hand away, ‘don’t fucking touch me.’ 

he’s silent as he glowers down at you through the lenses of his glasses, regarding your expression for just a few, short seconds, before he steps back. you dare not acknowledge the disappointment you feel at the loss of his warmth. just when his stare starts to feel a tad uncomfortable, he smooths a hand through his hair, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. he’s frowning, lips parting as if he has something that he wishes to say, before he clearly thinks the better of it as his mouth closes again. he nods once, whether to you or to himself, you’re not sure. 

‘fine,’ he says shortly. 

and then before you’re able to respond, he’s turning on his heel and disappearing down the hall. you stare, long after he’s walked out of your line of sight. the heat that’s built deep within your gut eventually simmers, but it takes longer that you care for, and it takes even longer for you to remember what you were doing on this floor in the first place. twenty minutes later, you’ve finished your work for the night and you’re just locking the office door before you make your way home, when one thought repeatedly circles through your mind: 

you forgot to ask for your underwear back. 

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somehow, it happens again. 

this time, you wake to a finger stroking over the curve of your cheek and tickling the baby hairs back from your forehead. the sensation makes you stir, brows pulling together as your eyes slowly peel open. exhausted, your eyelids are heavy, and it takes a few blinks to recognise that, once again, you’ve awoken in a bed that doesn’t belong to you. 

this time, however, your foggy mind is able to put together the blurred memories from the previous night: 

you’d attended a dinner with your colleagues, who’d later suggested continuing the night at the club down the road. it’d taken some convincing, but you’d agreed, only to immediately regret it because during the short walk down the road, you’d bumped into another office party who, by chance, were also making their way over to the very same club. you hadn’t recognised any of these people, except for the one golden-eyed man who had glanced at you once, twice, before turning his cheek and pretending that you weren’t there. that had been fine with you; two of you could play that game. 

except, this game didn’t last for very long. 

once the newly-extended party had reached the club, it hadn’t taken all of one hour before the two of you had engaged in a heated argument outside of the club, and in one moment, you were yelling every insult under the sun and in the next, he was backing you against the wall and shoving his tongue down your throat. 

a warm puff of breath is fanned across your face and your nose crinkles. 

not again, you want to cry aloud, but your words die on the tip of your tongue when you blink up to see a familiar pair of golden-coloured eyes already focused on you, apprehension pinching his brows together. you’re unable to stop yourself from sighing, eyes drifting to where the bedsheets pool at his bare waist. you don’t have to look under the fabric to know that you’re also not wearing any clothes. you decide that you lack the energy to start an argument this early in the morning, so instead, you simply lay there with your eyes closed. 

lying this close to him, you can hear each draw of breath into his nostrils and you feel each exhale blowing gently across the side of your face. it’s peaceful, despite the fact that you’re a little unnerved by his uncharacteristic quietude. but, all too soon, he breaks the silence by shifting next to you, and the mattress first dips, then raises as it eases without his weight. you listen to the bedroom door opening and swinging shut, and only then do your eyes peel open. you’re alone in the bedroom, and for a reason unknown to you, your heart hammers away in your chest. just like the last time, there’s an ache set deep within the muscles of your thighs, and you can’t stop your mind from drifting to recall the night before. you’re so deeply immersed into your thoughts that you almost miss the sound of his footsteps approaching the room. when he enters, the door hasn’t even fully closed before he’s burying himself back under the covers, the full length of his body pressing as close to you as possible. you have half the mind to shove him away, but you are betrayed by your own body, which welcomes the arm that snakes under your neck and pulls you closer. your right cheek is smushed into his shoulder, the rough impact making your teeth knock together. 

‘’m tired,’ he grumbles, low voice even deeper when thick with sleep. the sound vibrates across his chest and dances down your eardrum, your own breath tickling its way across his collarbone. in response to him, you hum a noncommittal noise. 

the fact that you’re cuddling up to the one man who you had sworn to hate for the rest of your life is one that makes your gut churn with the niggling feeling that this isn’t how things work between the two of you. the majority of the past decade has been spent fighting, shouting and cursing each other to hell and back, and although your life would be much easier without the stress that is hanma shuji, you also can’t deny that since you’d awoken in his bed all those weeks ago, it’s all you’ve thought about. he’s insufferable, yes, and on more than one occasion, you’ve loved nothing more than to slap away the smug smile that is perpetually glued to his face. but even you must admit that something has changed between the two of you. what, exactly, you cannot be sure, but you aren’t given the chance to question it, because the pads of his fingers are bumping under your chin and when you blink at him through sleep-laden eyelids, his gentle expression is one that you’d never thought him capable of. 

‘tired,’ he repeats, his own eyelids drooping as his gaze lowers to your mouth, ‘don’t wanna fight.’ 

and that’s when you realise that you’re tired too. 

it must’ve shown on your face because something flickers within those golden orbs of his, and then he’s tilting his head so that his lips ghost over yours. there’s a soft brush, before they press to yours properly, his fingers firming against your chin as he holds you in place. to your surprise, he kisses you lazily, very much unlike how he’d kissed you last night, and as much as you’d enjoyed what you’d received the night before, this kiss makes your toes curl. his tongue probes to caress yours, and although you probably taste of day-old alcohol and the stale flavour of sleep, he breathes a moan when you return his efforts. 

your skin is enveloped with the smell of him, the taste of him, the warmth of him, and it isn’t long before you begin to feel your pulse throbbing between your legs. his hand moves from your chin to stroke his thumb to the length of your neck, and you press closer, legs shifting beneath the bedsheets. as if sensing your hesitation, he encourages your intentions by slipping one long leg between yours and suddenly, his arousal presses to the crook of your thigh, his length burning as hot as you are. your clit throbs harder, and you move so that you’re propped by your elbow, now leaning over him. this position allows you to kiss him deeper, your free hand reaching to push back the longer strands of hair from his face. 

his forehead feels feverish beneath your fingers, and soon, his kisses burn as hot as his skin does. 

a hand strokes your thigh and then tugs. ‘c’mere,’ he murmurs into your mouth. he positions your body over his own, your thighs straddling his hips. your cunt is pressed flush against his cock and he’s unable to muffle the groan that escapes him when his tip glides through your slick folds until the blunt edge bumps your clit. you whimper against his lips before his tongue languidly slides along yours. you lose yourself to his attentions and when his hips begin to slowly roll underneath yours, you pull your mouth from his to mewl quietly into the crook of his neck. 

the head of his cock repeatedly knocks your clit and one particularly harsh thrust has you crying out a tad louder than you’d expected. the sound has the corners of his mouth curling upward, and he doubles his efforts, hips canting harder with each thrust. you keen, eyes screwed shut tight as your fingers cling to his shoulders, and you moan his name, to which he responds with a low growl and a nip to your collarbone. your arousal coats his erection, which aids the one thrust that has him prodding at your hole. it clenches instinctively, and then, it’s stretching with the thickness of his girth as he fills you. 

once sheathed, his hips still, his hands stroking and tickling wherever that he can reach, which, with those long arms of his, is everywhere. your tongue is inside his mouth once more, your fingers clutching, tangling and pulling at his hair and he groans, girth twitching deep inside you. his hips jump once more, and then his length is caressing your inner walls, and each time he sheathes himself inside you, your clit drags along the texture of his pubic hair, the sensation clenching your walls tight around him. his breath stutters and he moans, ‘fuck, baby, just like that.’ his paces quickens, and his voice trembles with his efforts as he whispers filthy promises into your ear. ‘gonna fuckin’ fill you,’ he coos happily, ‘you gonna let me breed you, huh?’ you clench around him again, ‘f-fuck, baby, pretty little pussy’s gonna fuckin’ milk me dry.’ 

he pants heavily, and the power behind his thrusts makes your thighs shake in an effort to stay upright. the room is filled with the clapping of his pelvis colliding with your own, his balls slapping your ass as he plunges deep into you. you can do nothing more than desperately clutch at him as he drills into you, the heavy weight of his cock claiming the hot cavern of your cunt as its own. rapidly, you reach your peak and as you tip over the edge, you exclaim your pleasure around the syllables of his name. this apparently pleases him, and his biceps flex when his arms wrap around your middle, holding you right against him. he continues to rut into you, your cream staining a white ring around the base of his girth. 

he groans a long, drawn out noise that has you suspecting that he must be nearing his limit. 

you couldn’t be more wrong. 

just as you’re teetering on the edge of another rapidly building orgasm, it’s interrupted by the sudden schlick of his cock tugging free from your hole. your surprise comes in the form of a sharp yelp, only to morph into a squeak when he flips the both of you over and rises to sit on his haunches. 

‘get on your knees,’ he orders, and usually, when you aren’t drunk on arousal, you would’ve reprimanded him. but, this time, his bossiness only turns you on more, and you scramble to turn away from him to position you body so that your knees dig into the mattress. a large, warm hand presses to the small of your back, guiding you until it arches, your press pressing into a pillow. ‘baby, baby, baby,’ he moans, fingers dancing over the sensitive skin on the back of your thighs. you’ve never been one for pet names, but the way he praises you makes your clit tighten when it pulses. there’s a pause, and you feel your skin prickle with the familiar sensation of being watched, and for the first time, you feel self conscious. but, when you try to curl in on yourself, you’re stopped by the mattress shifting once more, and then he’s pressing the flat of his tongue over your slit, and sucking. a breath hitches in the back of your throat, and if not for the strong grip holding your legs apart, you would’ve snapped your thighs shut together. instead, his tongue encourages you to rock your hips, and his teeth graze your clit, throbbing an electrifying heat throughout your entire body. 

‘oh my god—shuji,’ his name slips from between your lips before you can stop it, and upon realising what you’ve just said, you freeze. the tongue delving between your folds, however, does not. he’s loud and messy as he sucks at your clit, and he hums, the vibrations making your toes curl. at some point, he gives your clit a break, and instead plunges his tongue into your hole as far as it’ll reach. this stretch feels a tad strange, but still just as good, and you cry out when he repeats the action, curling his tongue inside you. 

already, your second orgasm is building and you chant the words, ‘gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna—a-ah—!’ 

your entire body shudders, and the pillow muffles your scream before it is ripped away from under your head and you have no choice but to sob out into the open air.  

your pussy clenches around nothing, and hanma watches your essence creams out from your tight hole, dripping a puddle onto his bedsheets, his palming fisting at his cock as he does so. licking at his lips, he rises above you, and smiles when he grinds the blunt head of his cock past the opening of your cunt, and watches as you greedily suck him back in. he moans along with you as he fucks into you over and over again, cursing when your cream messily marks his cock as yours. 

fuck, he thinks he’s in love. 

his eyes bore into the centre of your back, and he’s momentarily distracted by the thought of just how long he’s dreamt of doing this with you. distracted by the memory of how fucking embarrassed and hurt he’d felt when he’d finally gotten you into his bed and you hadn’t remembered how you’d gotten there. distracted by the memory of the lonely nights that followed your avoidance of him, his hands no longer being good enough to placate the ache in his chest during those lonely nights, all because nothing—no-one—has ever made him cum like you do. ten years, it has taken to get you to want him like how he’s wanted you all this time. ten fucking years, he’s pathetically lusted and pined for you, and now that you’re finally letting him touch you in the way he’s wanted to touch you since you were both nineteen years old, he’s no longer willing to let you pretend that there’s nothing between you. 

a harsh thrust has your fingers curling into the sheets, back arching further as your hips start to rock in time with him. he breathes hard between his teeth, fingers bruising the soft skin of your hips as he pistons himself so deep inside you that you squeal, a shrill, elated noise that makes his balls tighten with the promise of his approaching orgasm. he doesn’t want it to end yet, so he slows in a attempt to last longer, but you shatter his plans when his birth name is panted from your kiss-swollen lips and with that, a yell of euphoria bursts from his mouth. his cock jerks and he breeds your cavern full of his seed, the thick, white ropes painting your inner walls white. you drain him for everything that he has, pussy repeatedly clenching and unclenching, milking every drop from him. he struggles to catch his breath for a long time afterwards, pulse drumming away in his ears. when his blood finally simmers, he slowly pulls from the addicting heat of you with a soft moan of protest. his cock is still half hard, weakly twitching with interest when a large glob of his seed breeches your hole and he watches, awed, as it slides between your cum soaked folds before it joins the mess that you made on the bed earlier. 

he licks his lips, and your taste still clings to the inside of his cheeks. eyelids drooping, he relishes in your flavour, and he’s tempted to have another taste. his prick encourages the idea with another jerk, the muscle jumping between his legs as it furiously engorges with blood. again. he waits until you regain the energy to move, before he tries to kiss you again with a hesitancy that makes your brows quirk upwards. he’s half expecting you to reject him, so he’s pleasantly surprised when you readily accept his mouth moulding to the shape of yours. the sliding of your fingers across his scalp coaxes a low hum from the back of his throat, and he easily pulls you onto his lap, arms tightening around your waist. 

he’s spent over a decade trying to get your attention, and now that he finally has it, he’s going to make sure you remember this time. 

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a/n: i really wanted to write something for hanma because i missed him a lot </3 so i hope you guys enjoy this!! i felt like something fluffy would work with him this time, so <3.

pairings: hanma shuji x fem!reader

warnings: some brief angst, fluff leading to smut, mentions of violence (not towards reader), established relationship, mentions of food, brief jealousy mentions, nsfw, vanilla sex, use of pet names (baby, babydoll, doll), light choking if you squint, breeding kink, creampie, after care, fluffy hanma.

synopsis: you and hanma had been together for two years. he never thought in a million years that you would both last this long, so he wanted to do something special for you on your special day. you deserved the world, and he was going to be the one to give you it. he had many ideas in mind, but the main one was showing you how much he loved you.

his always and forever ft. hanma shuji

Hanma Shuji was truly blessed to have someone like you in his life. Let alone having you as his girlfriend.

Today was your two year anniversary. It was a date that was imprinted on his brain from the moment you said yes to being his. He was so thrilled to have such a great woman in his life. You were like an angel sent from heaven itself to bless him with your love. You made him such a happier man, and your presence as a whole came at such a difficult moment in his life. In a way, he could say that you saved him from doing the worst to himself or even others.

Hanma had done plenty of bad things in his life. He had fought men who had a debt to the gang he was in, he often drank until his vision was completely blurred, and he even severed ties with family that tried their best to do good for him. He was truly lost before you came. He spent his days wandering his large apartment without a single person to occupy it with him. It was lonely and he despised that feeling more than he would like to admit. He desired someone to share his place with and have someone to come home to every night. Sure, he had hooked up with plenty of women beforehand. Some of them were great and even potential candidates for that lifestyle, but the others were only into him for a cash grab and that was it. He didn’t want that. He didn’t want to be with a woman who only saw him as a piggy bank for whatever shopping spree they wanted to go on. Hanma wanted peace and one person he could rely on, but at the time, he knew that wouldn’t happen. He was a thug, a criminal, no one would want a man like him.

But then, everything changed the day he came across you.

Hanma had a very long day. He was exhausted with all he had to do, so he decided to make a stop at a cafe he had visited many times before. It was sort of busy for a late afternoon day, but that never really provoked the man that much. He paid for his coffee and waited patiently behind a few people. He became distracted by his cell phone because Kisaki had been in his messages for some reason asking about a recent incident that took place. Hanma was about to respond, but when piping hot coffee began to scald his chest that message was discarded.

He looked up, feeling furious about what had just gone down. However, those feelings had disappeared when he made eye contact with you. You were standing there with a very apologetic facial expression. The coffee you once held in your right hand was now splattered onto the floor, and some of it had gotten into Hanma’s plain white shirt. Your cheeks were burning with embarrassment and you wanted to melt into the floor with how shitty you felt. He was a complete stranger, an intimidating one at that. He was taller than you by a few inches, and he honestly had a scary look in his eye that would send any man or woman running for their lives.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t see you there! Oh, god.. let me help clean you up..”

Hanma was stunned at your beauty. He wasn’t even angry about his suit anymore. All his brain was fixated on was you and how your fingertips felt rubbing the thin napkins against his chest and his abdomen. You looked like you were about to burst into tears from how afraid you looked. He began to feel guilty for shooting you such a glare, because you genuinely seemed very sorry for such actions. 

“No worries.. thank you for your help, doll.”

When the pet name slipped from his lips you froze on the spot. Someone as attractive as him was calling you that? It felt almost hard to believe at the time, but you were instantly relieved to hear that he wasn’t angry with you over the accident you created. Hanma honestly began to feel bad for you, though. Your coffee was spilled all over the tiled floor, and many people were still staring at the two of you with these wide eyes that bored into both of your heads. He often hated attention like that. Some people just didn’t know how to mind their own business nowadays. It was a small mistake. It wasn’t like you had a breakdown in the middle of the cafe and threw your coffee at him.

“Let me buy you a new coffee..”

“What? N-No! That was my fault-“

“Doll, it’s fine. I have nowhere else to be and all I need is your order.”

To be honest, you hesitated at such a gesture from the mysterious man. Neither of you knew each other, but he was being so kind to you yet you almost burned his skin with the beverage you swore you were holding onto with all your strength. However, you agreed and gave him your coffee order. He simply went to the barista and paid for it, but you were a bit confused why he was taking so long to come back. You wondered about his motives, but when he grabbed his own coffee and waved as he passed you, you felt disappointed. You thought that maybe you would spark a conversation with him, but alas, that didn’t seem very likely.

Once your coffee was done, you walked past several customers and grabbed it off of the counter. Though, the cup wasn’t blank, and there was something written on the side of it.

“Call me sometime <3 let me buy you an actual drink- Hanma Shuji.”

That’s how your romance had blossomed to what it was today. Hanma wasn’t expecting you to call him that night after the whole incident at the cafe, but he was relieved to hear your voice. The two of you chatted all night about anything that came about in the conversation. Although you didn’t reach very personal levels, Hanma was very interested in knowing things about you. He asked about what you did for a living, if you had any siblings, what kind of food you liked, etc. Talking to you made him so happy and he was so excited to hear that you wanted to go on a date with him at some point. Hearing those words made sunlight shine into his heart, clearing the storm clouds that had surrounded it for such a long time. He knew moving at such a pace could result in some negative reactions, but you seemed different. He was well aware that it sounded cliché of him to say such a thing, but it was how he felt about you. He couldn’t deny that one bit.

Weeks turned to months and eventually two years later you were both still together.

You had zero regrets about saying yes to Hanma all those years ago. He treated you like a princess and spoiled you rotten with whatever you wanted. He was a bit reluctant to let you in at first, considering he had been abandoned many times before by different women, but you assured him that you were sticking around for the long run no matter what. You got to see the real Hanma Shuji, and it was honestly beautiful. He may have had some flaws, but you did too. You were both able to work through those things and be patient with one another. There may have been a few rough days and some fights, but even through that you both fell in love with each other. 

You were able to change Hanma for the better. He was so happy to have found you, and being by your side benefited him in so many ways. He couldn’t ever imagine himself being with another woman besides you. He was fully convinced that he had found his soulmate.

He couldn’t believe that two years had passed. He had so many things planned for the two of you that day, and he couldn’t wait to get started with you by his side. 

The morning began with Hanma making you some delicious breakfast in bed. He was not the greatest cook, but living on his own for almost ten years taught him a lot about cooking and having to rely on home meals rather than ordering take out from the nearest restaurant. He made you some eggs and some really fluffy pancakes with your favorite fruit on top. It was adorable and waking up to the aroma of food made you so happy. The breakfast was delicious and Hanma’s heart warmed when he saw your pretty smile flash when you began to eat your pancakes. He knew they were a favorite of yours. Sometimes you’d only eat his, nobody else’s. It made him feel proud as your boyfriend that he was able to make you happy with his food. 

“Happy Anniversary, babydoll. I love you..”

In the afternoon, he took you out for lunch. He even took you out shopping afterwards to splurge on whatever you wanted. It was adorable to see you walking around the many stores with different items in your hands. You often told Hanma that you didn’t need his money to make you happy, but he insisted that you use it. He made more than enough for all the bills to be paid, so it was no problem at all if he wanted to spoil you for a bit. Despite that, you rarely ever spent more than you needed. You did live a rather comfortable lifestyle, but there was that side of you that wanted to consider Hanma’s feelings as well. 

Once you both arrived home, Hanma was excited to make dinner for you both. There was a toss up between going out and eating at another restaurant somewhere downtown, but you told him you were fine with whatever he wanted to do. He took it upon himself to learn a new recipe for you. He worried he would totally light the kitchen on fire if he wasn’t careful with what he was doing, but it had all gone completely smoothly and he was proud of himself. You were also quite surprised to see that he had been successful in making your supper. Hanma hadn’t always been a fan of working in the kitchen, so seeing him do such a great job made you so happy. The food also smelled divine. Your mouth was watering the second you sat down at the table to eat it. Hanma was a bit worried that you may not like it or you would have a negative reaction to his cooking, but much to his surprise, your face lit up with happiness when the flavors reached your tongue. It was so great. Pride swelled inside his chest when you started smiling at him and looking at him with love in your eyes.

“This is so good, baby! You really outdid yourself with this!”

God, it was like he was falling in love with you all over again.

The feelings Hanma had for you were so overwhelming he could almost break down and cry from how intense it was. He never imagined he would be cooking a meal for a woman he had been dating for two years. He didn’t think the day would ever come that you would move in with him and sleep beside him in the same bed every single night. He felt so lucky to have found someone as great as you even though he had been surrounded with darkness for so long. You helped him escape and surrounded him with such light that the abyss he was once in seemed to be a forgotten memory. 

After dinner was finished, you both retired to your bedroom where Hanma found himself wanting to give you one more anniversary present. 

Himself.

Hanma was hovering above your naked body. His cock was splitting your cunt apart with every rut of his hips. You two had been at it for quite a bit. He had kept up with quite a slow and tender pace. Hanma told himself he wasn’t going to rush such an intimate moment with you on a day like that. He had plenty of time with you to make it nasty and rough, but right now, all he was focusing on was you. Your pretty voice called for him and made his cock twitch. He had sex with you many times prior to this moment, but you never failed to amaze him with your angelic beauty. Your delicate skin, gorgeous face, there was so much to love about you. He just couldn’t keep his eyes off of your form that was taking him so well. He could make love to you like that all day if he really wanted to. There was nothing to get bored of.

Your nails clawed into the skin of his shoulders. Marks covered his flesh, but he didn’t bat a single eye at that. You were in utter bliss underneath your boyfriend. He never failed to make you feel good. Hanma knew your body better than anybody else and he made you feel so much ecstasy. “Ah..! Hanma! So good..” you made eye contact with the man above you. Your eyes were somewhat blurry from the pleasure that he allowed to ripple through your body.

Hanma was sweating. A few strands of his dual colored hair clung to his forehead from the moisture that had collected itself on his skin. He loved whenever his name slipped off your tongue like he was a prayer. Hanma couldn’t hide the smirk that appeared on his features when he heard your whines for him. You were so beautiful and good for him. You deserved all the pleasure that was coming to you tonight. “Yeah, keep sayin’ my name, baby. Fuck.. I love you so much..” he placed his hand around the base of your throat, holding you in place so he could stare at your pretty face while he thrusted up into you. 

You let your jaw fall slack as the euphoria you felt increased with every movement. He reached spots inside of your pussy that made you see stars within your vision. Hanma couldn’t believe that a whole stupid coffee incident allowed him to meet someone like you. He always imagined that he would reach the end of his life alone without a single person to share himself with, but having you completely changed that outlook for him. Your presence alone lit up his life and allowed him to see things through a different perspective. You truly blessed him more than you realized, and he couldn’t believe that you didn’t leave him in those two years you’ve been together. Hanma sometimes thought he didn’t deserve you. He imagined at some point you would find someone better than him and you’d leave him, but you didn’t and he was so happy that you gave him a chance.

Sure, you had your ugly days, but even through that you both worked on those issues and continued loving one another without having a second thought about it.

Hanma’s free hand went to intertwine with your own. He leaned down to press his forehead against you and allowed eye contact to be connected between you both. His honey eyes were blown with lust and staring at you with such admiration you could melt from just one glance from him. You smiled when your eyes flickered around his handsome face. There was no one cuter than Hanma Shuji. He was perfect in every little aspect. 

He then kissed you, which took you by surprise. It was soft and gentle. His lips felt like you were kissing two soft pillows that you couldn’t pull away from. He was such a good kisser. It was one of the many things you loved about Hanma. His kisses could sweep you right off of your feet and you would grow weak in the knees whenever his lips brushed against yours. It was slow, but his tongue would occasionally brush against your bottom lip to try and gain access to your mouth. You obliged and allowed him in, deepening the kiss between you both. The pleasure was just too good. 

You gasped when he finally reached your g-spot, sending bolts of electricity along your belly. Hanma smirked in the kiss when that pretty noise escaped your lips. He had no problem discovering that delicious spot inside of you. He squeezed your throat slightly, but not hard enough to restrict your breathing. “Heh.. look at you, babydoll. You’re takin’ my cock so well..” he whispered, sending shivers down your spine from how hot his voice sounded in your ears. “Wanna cum, baby? You’re really fucking tight right now..”

Your orgasm was creeping upon you faster than you had expected, but nonetheless you craved it more than anything else. Your hands gripped Hanma’s shoulders tightly, fearing he might disappear from his spot between your legs. With every thrust, the pit in your belly grew larger and you became even more needy than before. “Y-Yes! Hanma, please..! ‘Need you!” you whined, sharply. 

Hanma fucking loved hearing how desperate you were for that release inside your gut. He then began to fuck you just a bit faster this time. It was nothing too aggressive or quick for your liking, but it was just enough to really wind you up. The noises slipping from your throat made him smirk and watch you with seduction. He loved you so much when you were like this. He realized that you were a goddess and nobody else would ever compare to you in any department. It didn’t matter if you left him at some point. Hanma Shuji would always be devoted to you at the end of the day. He was so deeply in love with you that it almost hurt him to not be by your side. 

You’d be the one he would come home to, always and forever.

Your eyes rolled behind your skull as your orgasm grew closer. You couldn’t help but arch upwards whenever he kissed at your g-spot with the tip of his cock. The moans that came from your mouth were neverendless and Hanma was living for how pretty you sounded under him. He grunted when he felt your walls tightening around him. He was close himself, but all he desired was seeing you reach your high. After several thrusts, your cunt clamped around his cock. Hanma couldn’t help but hiss at the sensation of your pussy squeezing the life out of his cock. Your moans were much higher as he fucked you through your orgasm. He loved hearing your voice like that. He could play it like his favorite song and never get tired of you. “Fuckkk, yeah.. where do you want my – shit! – my cum, babydoll? Talk to me.. fuck..” he nodded his head, gritting his teeth as the last curse slipped through his mouth. 

“I-Inside! Hanma, inside!” you then locked your ankles around his waist, keeping him nice and snug inside of your dripping cunt.

He couldn’t help but grin at that statement. He wasn’t against it whatsoever, but he was very excited to hear that. He then looked down at you and began to pick up his pace a little. His high was so fucking close he could practically taste the sensation. “Shit.. ‘gonna fill you good, baby. Give you a baby, yeah..? Pregnant with my baby..” he let his head fall backwards as the euphoria took over him.

Within seconds, Hanma reached his climax. Thick white ropes of his cum filled your pussy and reached your womb. Goosebumps littered your skin from the feeling of his cum filling you to the brim. He let out a groan at the affects of his high. It hit him pretty hard, which caused him to tremble a bit. 

After a few minutes, Hanma lied down beside you and pulled you towards him. Both of you were sweating and panting fairly heavily, but that soon calmed when the activities between you two had come to an end. Your ear pressed against his chest to hear his heart beating. It was quite rapid, but once he had you within his arms his beats began to slow down and calm themselves. There was nothing better than holding you after having sex with you. Your skin was so warm underneath his fingertips that you could melt. He didn’t care if you were both dripping with sweat and the smell of sex was lingering around the room. All that mattered was that you were here with him and you were safe in his arms.

He planted a kiss on the top of your head and rested his chin atop it. He couldn’t help but smile at the results of today. It was quite successful and you two had an amazing anniversary with one another. “I love you, doll..” he whispered, squeezing the flesh of your hips softly. “I love you so much.. don’t forget that.”

You grinned, letting your eyes fall shut. “I love you more, Hanma.”

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Spit Roasted

Hanma x Reader x Kisaki

Nsfw/ MDNI 18+

⚠ Warnings: choking, spanking, mean dom Shuji and Tetta, (pet names: princess, baby girl, baby), sub reader, pussy drunk Shuji, face fucking, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, master and daddy usage, degradation (use of slut, bitch), spitting, aftercare, oral (m + f receiving), overstimulation, creampies, slight sub Shuji (if you squint), slight dumbification, soft ending hehe

Summary: It’s not often that these two team up, but when they do it doesn’t look good for you.

Wc: 3.9k

An: This is super duper dedicated to @satorhime !! Told you I was gonna write this shit for you .-. It’s still “fuck Kisaki” out here baby but I really enjoyed writing this! Besos my love ❤️

How you ended up in a poly relationship with two dangerous criminals named Hanma Shuji and Kisaki Tetta you have no idea. But they don’t seem like criminals to you. Their touches a majority of the time are gentle and they’re so good to you, so protective. It’s like having two guard dogs for boyfriends. 

What also confuses you is how they’re able to share you. The way their personality is set up, they both are selfish selfish men. They don’t know what the fuck sharing is. But when you couldn’t pick between them, this was their solution. 

There are times where they can get a little violent towards each other when the other is being a little too greedy. This was not one of those days. 

When Shuji comes home, brass knuckles coated in blood and a splatter of it on his white tee, which he’s pissed about, he didn’t expect to see this. 

“Please Tetta faster!,” you cry out while sitting on the counter as Kisaki plunges himself deep into your cunt. Your fingers card through his hair as he marks your neck and fulfills your request, hips pistoning faster into you. The squelch of your pussy is loud, embarrassing almost. 

Shuji chuckles and tosses the brass knuckles. “Oh yeah? This what we doing now?” He approaches you two and your eyes widen. 

“U- uh h- hi baby,” you try to greet him in between your moans. 

Shuji tilts his head and has a scowl on his handsome face. “Oi! Kisaki stop hogging her!” 

Kisaki doesn’t stop his brutal pace. “Cum for me pretty baby.” He nips at your neck as he hits that specific gummy spot over and over. 

Your toes are curling and your eyes are squeezed shut. It’s so close. You’re moaning lewdly, your legs wrap tighter around Kisaki’s waist, and you’re almost pulling out his hair. If he wasn’t about to cum right now he would have punished you for tugging at his neatly combed hair. 

His hips stutter as he feels you clench so tightly around him. “Fuck... gonna cum. Want you to take it all.” You nod frantically, also close to cumming. Before you can finish Kisaki’s strokes halt as he buries his seed deep into your fluttering cunt. He looks down at you with a smirk. “Oh, you didn’t cum? What a shame sweetheart.” 

He pulls out and grins at Hanma while pulling up his sweats. “She’s all yours. Enjoy my sloppy seconds.” Shuji chuckles as you squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to finish yourself. But you’re also nervous. Kisaki is usually pretty gentle during sex. Sweet pet names, doing what you ask of him, making sure you’re okay. But often he does things like this. Denies your orgasms, sometimes a face slap if you’re being bratty, does an extra sharp thrust that has you squirting on him. Kisaki doesn’t always show he’s going to be vindictive until it’s too late. 

While Hanma is... very mean. Especially when he’s jealous. Which is why Tetta even initiated this. He knew Shuji would be home soon. He knew he would be pissed when he saw Tetta having some intimate time with you, leaving him out. And to top it off, because Shuji is mean, he’s going to be denying every single orgasm you think you’re going to have, so Tetta made sure you didn’t cum. 

“You’ve been a dirty bitch huh y/n?” He pries your thighs open and watches Tetta’s cum ooze out of you. He hated to admit seeing you used like this turned him on. “Don’t I get a hello kiss?,” he glances up at you with a grin. But behind that grin is something sadistic. 

“Of course Shuji.” You smile and kiss him gently. He deepens it and nibbles at your bottom lip. A whine draws from your mouth when he bites on your lip extra hard, almost drawing blood.

When he pulls away his eyes are heavy lidded with lust. Without hesitation he’s picking you up and walking to your bedroom. He eyes the marks on your neck that Tetta left and he gets even more annoyed.

He tosses you on the bed and starts undressing. “Take that shirt off. Want to see all of you.” You know damn well not to disobey him and take that and your bra off. He hovers over you, already very hard. “Let’s get this out of you yeah? Squeeze for me.” He watches more of Tetta’s cum dribble out of you. But it’s not enough. He takes a finger and starts scooping it out of you. 

Your thighs close instinctively and he glares at you. “Shu it hurts.” His hand marked with the kanji, punishment, wraps around your neck and squeezes. Your legs finally part but he doesn’t let go as he finishes up his work. 

“I want to eat this pussy so bad but you don’t fucking *smack* deserve it.” The sudden smack landing on your clit makes your body jolt. He taps his tip on your clit next and watches your expressions. Smirking to himself he removes his hand from your neck, watching you gasp for air. 

“W- wait Shuji-” A gasp cuts you off as he starts shoving his flushed head through the first tight ring of muscles. Your fingers dig into his shoulder as he pushes himself all the way in, bottoming out immediately. Taking Hanma is hard. He’s thick and long and always feels like he’s stretching the hell out of you. With his size he is not gentle with it. 

Your whining as your hands push at his lower abdomen as he starts moving, thrusting deep and hard. Shuji doesn’t appreciate that all. He pulls out and looks around the room for a second. His eyes brighten when seeing what he’s looking for. He takes his belt and binds your hands then puts them above your head. “Move them and you won’t get to cum at all tonight. Got it slut?” You nod but that’s not enough for him. He grabs your jaw, squishing your cheeks. “Use your fucking words.” 

“Yes master. Won’t move. I promise.” He smirks and pats your cheek endearingly.

“Good bitch.” He plunges himself back in, having less resistance now. He knows you. He knows you like being treated like this by him. And god he loves treating you like this. The fact that you willingly let him treat you like an object is enough to have him throbbing. “Feel so nice in here. Just for me yeah?” With his cock head touching your cervix each slow deep thrust, you couldn’t even form the words. All you can let out is whimpers and moans. He smacks one of your breasts. “ ‘m talking to you. Listening? Or do I have to fuck you harder to get a fucking answer?” 

“N- no please. ‘m- ‘m sorry. Just for you Sh- Shu.” That man is not bluffing. When he says he’ll do something he will do it. 

He grins down at you evilly. “Fucking liar. Had no problem giving my pussy to that four eyed asshole.” His pace speeds up and you cry out, tears streaking your cheeks already. “Aww crying for me baby? Cry some more.” 

His hands slap at any of your exposed skin. Your breasts, your thigh, your face. He doesn’t care. You need to learn your lesson. But he doesn’t even know what the lesson is anymore as he keeps pushing himself deeper into you. 

Your body already feels so sore but the pleasure of him of him stretching your tight walls every time he slides back in is worth it. His pace stays slow, so you can feel everything. His golden eyes watch you cream around him. 

Every thrust is brutal, even though it’s slow. “W- wanna cum. Please Shuji pleaseeee!” But he ignores your pleas and marks the other side of your neck that Tetta left untouched. That familiar knot is forming in your lower abdomen. With each stroke of his cock you feel even closer. It’s getting harder to hold back. Shuji groans when you tighten around him. 

He absolutely knows you’re close. But he doesn’t slow his thrusts but instead speeds them up. Your nails scratch at his back and your legs wrap tightly around his waist. He doesn’t like that. His hands pry your legs open and pin them to the bed, reaching even deeper. You gasp and moan louder when his tip nudges right into your spot. “Makin a mess on me baby.” You can’t do it anymore. 

Your eyes roll back into your head and you let out a string of expletives. Your cunt clenches around him so tightly that it makes it hard for him to keep going. “Fuck Shujiiii!” His hips stop moving as you pant hard. 

When you open your eyes Hanma is frowning. “Did I tell you to fucking cum?” Oh shit, you messed up. And you know a punishment is coming. “Answer me slut! Did I tell you to cum?!”

You frantically shake your head. “No but I-” 

He looks away from you. “Tetta!,” he calls out. Said man waltzes in with a smirk on his face. 

“Yes Shuji?,” he asks, glancing down at you who is trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm and fear. His arms are crossed and he wears an amused expression on his face. 

“Looks like we need to train her again. She’s not listening.” Tetta chuckles and approaches you. He grabs your face gently. 

“Aww baby. Not listening to Shuji again? Ya know he doesn’t like that,” he coos condescendingly. 

You pout at him, bottom lip wobbling. “ ‘m sorry daddy. Please I didn’t mean to.” 

“Ah ah. Don’t apologize to me sweetheart. Apologize to Shuji.” He turns your face to look at the man above you who is still seething. 

Shuji likes that you tear up a little from how mad he looks. “Sorry Master. I didn’t mean to cum. Just felt so good.” You try to soothe him by caressing his face, hands still bound by his leather belt. A little smile tugs at his lips. 

“Still need to be taught a lesson princess. You won’t get off that easy.” He pulls out of you, making you whine. “What do you think her punishment should be Tetta?” 

“How bout she take both of us like the good slut I know she is.” Your eyes widen. You’ve never taken both of them. They were both too greedy to fuck you together. Both too possessive. But it scares you to even think about taking both of them. Both kings of overstimulation or orgasm denial. Both men having an unrelenting thrusting pace that leaves you sore for days. It’s a miracle you can still walk. 

Shuji looks at him with a raised brow. “Oh yeah? Think she can handle it?”

“I know she can,” Tetta says with a smirk. 

Shuji is already moving your body on all fours. “W- wait! I don’t think I can-” 

Tetta tsks at you. “You’re not in any position to make demands sweetheart. I suggest you shut up and take your punishment. Don’t wanna piss your master off even more do ya?” 

You glance back at Shuji who’s on his knees behind you. “Be a good girl and maybe you can get a reward after.” He spanks your ass and you whimper. Tetta has his sweats pulled down, already hard and throbbing. 

His soft hands grip your face gently. “Open that pretty mouth baby.” Just then Shuji spits on your pussy making you gasp. He smears the saliva with his fingers. 

“Don’t even need this. Already so fuckin’ wet.” He flattens his tongue and licks a stripe starting from your clit up. You moan lewdly as Tetta rubs his head on your tongue. 

“Look pretty just for us baby.” His compliment makes you clench around Shuji’s fingers that probe your entrance. The taste of Tetta’s precum hits your tongue which makes you wrap your lips around his head. “Just like that,” he hisses.

Shuji’s fingers hook up inside you, hitting a particular spot over and over that has you moaning around Tetta’s cock. But he pulls them out and replaces it with his tongue. He can’t help it. You taste too good to him. He loves going down on you more than he likes shoving his cock down your throat. “Tastes good baby. Thanks for the meal,” he murmurs before diving back into your cunt.

Meanwhile Tetta is trying to get you to take him deeper. He’s trying to be nice because he’s the nice guy in the relationship but it’s wearing thin at this point. “More y/n. I know you can do it.” Tears brim in your eyes as he nudges the back of your throat. It constricts around him as you gag. “C’mon baby. Know you can take more than that.” He’s back to cooing at you in a mean way. 

Tetta’s fingers grip your jaw as he forces you to take more of him. Your eyes roll back as Shuji starts thrusting his tongue into you. But he pulls away, knowing you don’t deserve to cum on his face right now. You’re being reconditioned and only get rewards afterwards. So he gets on his knees and strokes himself a few times while lining himself up. 

“Doing so good baby,” Tetta groans as you gag around him some more, trying very hard to breathe through your nose. When Shuji finally thrusts into you it makes you sputter on Tetta’s cock, a moan trying to force it’s way up your throat. Tetta pulls his cock out of your mouth, finally letting you breathe. 

The sheer force of Hanma’s hips have you in tears already. The stretch burns slightly but the pain is replaced by how good he hits your spot every time. “Fuuuuck Shuji,” you cry out as he smirks. 

“Take all of it slut.” His hands are leaving big red marks on your ass as he slaps it repeatedly. “Just suckin me in like that,” he groans and curses as he loses himself completely in your dripping pussy. 

“Look at me baby girl,” Tetta coaxes. And god he almost loses it when you look up at him with those doe eyes of yours. Lashes wet and tears brimming over your lash line. “Open,” he commands. When you open your mouth and stick your tongue out he feels so proud. He didn’t even have to ask you. Tetta spits into your open mouth as you moan louder from Shuji’s merciless strokes. His tip is back on your tongue, smearing his spit with yours. “Gotta make daddy cum or master won’t let you cum. Isn’t that right Shuji?” 

Said man is half listening, too pussy drunk to care about anything else. “Mmhmm. Only cum when daddy cums. Fuck this pussy is good,” he moans out fucking deeper into you making you gasp and cry out. 

You wished your hands weren’t still bound. It would be easier to make Tetta cum because he loves how your hands feel around his cock. So you try to focus as you take his tip into your mouth. Shuji’s grip on your hips is almost bruising as he continues to pound himself into you. 

Tetta takes the initiative and starts thrusting into your mouth again. Drool spills from your lips every time he fucks himself back in. One of his hands grip your hair and he goes faster. The stimulation is too much. Your choking on sobs and Tetta’s dick at the same time. “Fuck gonna make me cum!,” Shuji grunts as he slaps your ass hard. 

“Don’t fucking cum yet,” Tetta warns him with a glare. 

Hanma is trying hard. He really is but he is mesmerized at this point. “Can’t hold it. Fuck I’m cumming.” But Kisaki’s hand around his neck makes him stop his thrusts completely. 

“I said not to cum.” He uses an even sterner tone than before. Shuji feels like he’s going to melt. His cock twitches inside you and bites his lip to suppress a whine. Tetta keeps fucking your mouth, slowly while his hand stays around Shuji’s neck. 

“Do it harder,” Shuji grunts. Even though Tetta is looking down at you his fingers squeeze harder per Shuji’s request. It takes a lot out of Shuji to keep going while not cumming. He didn’t think he would like something like this. He’s always been on top but then there’s Tetta. He wouldn’t dare cross him and has a slight attraction to him. 

“Act like you want my cum baby,” Tetta remarks as he gags you with his fat tip once again. At this point your throat is sore from his cock and your moans. His hand is still tangled in your hair and he’s starting to feel close. 

Shuji can only stave off his orgasm for soo long. “Tetta... gonna cum!,” he whimpers a little as he gets lost in your pussy again. The fingers wrapped around his neck only drive him deeper into pleasure. 

“Beg for that shit Shuji,” Tetta taunts him, not thinking he would actually listen to him. 

Shuji lets out a needy moan. “Please daddy lemme cum.” Tetta cocks his head at him. Is he really serious? He smirks and shoves himself farther down your throat, groaning from the feeling of it constricting around him. He takes his hand from Shuji’s neck.

“Cum for me then master.” Shuji throws his head back and starts cumming deep into you. 

“Fuck fuck fuck!,” Shuji mutters still slowly thrusting into you. “So good. Fuck ‘s so good!” You were close to cumming before Shuji finished inside you. Another orgasm denied. It makes more tears fall down your face as Tetta fucks into your mouth faster. 

Tetta is getting even closer. His hand is behind your head, coaxing you to keep going. You swirl tongue around the tip just how he likes before curving it underneath his cock, tracing the fat vein there. “Good girl. Almost fuckin’ there. Don’t stop,” he grunts out. He doesn’t give you any warning as he starts shooting his load in your mouth. “Don’t waste a drop baby. Or you’ll have to be taught another lesson.” The threat makes you gulp every last drop of his cum down. When he pulls out of your mouth, he makes you show him your tongue. 

“Wanna cum please daddy,” you whine, your voice hoarse from the moaning and throat fucking. Tetta wipes your cheeks gently from all the tears you shed. His touch is so gentle as he smiles down at you. 

“I did promise that didn’t I, princess?” You nod. “Shuji you up for another round or do I have to take over?”

Said man pouts a bit, shooting him an irritated look. “ ‘m not done yet.” He pulls out of you watching his load gush out of your tight hole. “Gonna make you cum like a slut. Better be ready.” You gasp when he folds you under his body, calves hooked over his strong shoulders. Tetta removes the belt from your wrists finally.

He pushes his still hard cock into you, already making a mess with his previous spend. Tetta lays down next to you, peppering your cheek with kisses. He can’t help but be affectionate after you did so well for him. Your nails dig into Shuji’s shoulder as his first thrust jolts your whole body. Your eyes squeeze shut as he stretches you out again. “Still so fucking tight,” he grits. But he still manages to slam his full length into you with so much vigor. 

Your fingers scratch at his scalp as they wind through his dark hair. “Love you Shuji,” you moan out. He curses under his breath, already wanting to fill you up again. You two lock lips, losing yourselves in the moment, sighing each other’s names into your mouths. 

It’s rare but you often find yourself locked underneath soft Shuji. Soft pussy drunk Shuji. His cheeks are tinted pink and he’s panting, slightly whiney from the overstimulation. The loving moment is stolen when Tetta feels left out and turns your face to meet his. “Don’t forget bout me princess,” he says with a teasing smile. 

“Mm love you too Tetta.” He can practically see the hearts in your eyes. He swallows up your moans with his lips as he kisses you deeply. This feels even more stimulating than when they spit roasted you. Shuji splitting you open with his cock, strokes deep and slow, as Tetta pours his love into a nasty sensual kiss. 

“Did so good for us baby. Learned your lesson pretty girl,” Tetta whispers to you. You nod stupidly and whimper as Shuji hits deeply into your spot. “Feels good baby?” He receives a weak ‘uh huh’ from you. “Tell Shuji how it feels baby. Tell him how good he feels.” 

You hiccup a little, turning to look up at Hanma again, feeling so sensitive from the feeling of his cock rubbing your walls raw. “ ‘s so good master! Want you to make me cum. Fuck- please!” You’re on the brink of sobbing from the pleasure and the intense love from both of these usually rough men. “So good… so fucking good,” you babble as Shuji picks up his pace.

Shuji groans and marks your neck up, teeth digging into your soft skin. “Tightening up on me. Cum for me dammit.” Your jaw goes slack and tears stream down your face even more as he continues to slam into your spot.

“Shuji! Fuck! Gonna c- cum!,” you cry out as your nails scratch along his back, leaving angry red lines in its wake. The pleasure starts from your toes and spreads all the way to the tips of your fingers. Your whole body is trembling while your eyes squeeze shut. No words can even escape to describe how good it feels.

“Fuuuuck!,” Shuji curses as he fills your cunt with his cum again. He can’t even will himself to keep going because he’s so sensitive. He’s slightly trembling with you, trying to come down from the high.

“You both did good,” Tetta purrs at you both while he strokes your hair gently. All you two do is pant in response, both spent.

When you two finally separate, Shuji is quick to pull you close. He feels you deserve some aftercare after he was so mean to you. “Love you too pretty,” he whispers before pulling you into a deep kiss. Anything intimate with Shuji always manages to take your breath away because it’s almost rare. His tongue cradles against yours making the kiss sloppy.

You feel another body behind you and kisses on the back of your neck. “Why do you insist on leaving me out Shuji?” You can practically hear the faux pout he’s putting on.

Shuji glares at him. “Because whenever I get home you two are going at it like I don’t exist,” he spits back at Tetta.

“You want more time with me Shuji?,” you ask him, planting a kiss on his cheek. You almost miss the way his cheeks flush a bit.

He huffs. “Yeah I do. That a problem? I’m greedy baby.” You shrug and giggle at him even though he has that menacing glare. You can see right through his hard exterior.

“I’ll give ya some more of my time then my love,” you say as you snuggle closer to him, burying your face into his neck.

There’s nothing you love more than cuddling with your two delinquent boyfriends. They show sides of themselves to you that they wouldn’t dare show anyone else. And for that you’re grateful.

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