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buccini555 · 2 months

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𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢

★ You and Hanma would have to do some school activities at your home, but while you tried to stay focused on your studies, Hanma preferred to be there to tease you and take your concentration off your math tasks.

★ I m a g i n e s.ᐟ

★ 𝑭𝒕. Hanma Shuji

Homework is definitely not something that Hanma would do, despite that, unlike him, you maintained your academic life in an exemplary way and so in front of your study table you had been completing your homework for some time now, sitting in the chair below you, Hanma certainly wouldn't be there to help you study even if you were sitting on his lap at the moment while maintaining your concentration on studying mathematics, on the contrary, Shuji just watched you in total silence with a completely bored look while you were doing it some exercises and calculations, but at the same time, holding your waist firmly with his hands, he forced your hips against his lap at the same time you were still trying to concentrate on solving some mathematical problems, so all your concentration went to few disappearing as Hanma made your body shiver with gentle but firm touches in your belly, under the thin fabric of your skirt, you could feel how "focused" he was at the moment when he at least tried to relieve all that tension by holding you against him.

"Oh? I don't have much patience to wait, in fact, I didn't even want to be waiting." He smirked, shaking his head impatiently, sliding his hands down, holding your thighs and subtly caressing them from bottom to top, eager to see your finish the tasks he was trying to complete.

☆ extreme sexual tension, fem! masturbation mention, fingering, petnames (princess, baby, babygirl), unprotected sex, strong words, submission (reader) not mentioned directly, mention of creampie and pregnancy at the end and I think that's it...

"I won't take long to finish the activities, Hanma, in fact, you should do yours, don't you think about this?" As you "adjusted" yourself on the boy's lap to tease him even more, you said, as you spoke, Hanma's breathing became more deep, making you sure that he would no longer have so much patience in waiting for you to finish studying to start telling you what he was feeling at the moment.

"You're so impatient, Hanma..." You continued studying, ignoring him for a moment, however, not for long, as he made you distracted as his hand traveled down the entire part of your thigh, approaching your crotch and giving you a shiver.

"I'm being patient with you now, if I was that impatient, I'd already be doing what I want to do, baby." Squeezing your leg, he laughed, saying shortly afterwards with the intention of teasing you even more.

"H-hanma... What do you want?" You I questioned in a whisper accompanied by a long sigh, feeling him get closer to your pussy little by little, you moved slowly, staying closer to him while going through the pages of your notebook to solve the next activity.

"Hmm? What's up, princess? I just want to play with you." Hanma stated right after while keeping his hands on you.

"I need to study, baby." Flipping the page of your notebook again, you made your speech, trying to dedicate yourself to studying again even though you were completely excited and felt pressure in your cunt with each of Hanma's touches.

"You can continue studying, I don't want to disturb you, I just... I just want to have some fun with you on my lap, babygirl." He responded in a serious tone, squeezing the inner part of your thigh again and making your breathing begin to become a bit deep.

"God, H-hanma! You always get what you want..." In a low tone, you delivered your line, scolding him.

"Oh, yeah? You know I'm really into you now, don't you? So let me fuck it." Hanma slowly began to touch you while you still remained determined to stay focused on your studies, first, the touches started over your school skirt, then your underwear, at that point concentrating was practically impossible since everything you could feel the same pressure becoming more intense in your pussy, which was already wet, so he held you again, lifting your hips enough to remove your panties, underneath your skirt, Hanma used his fingers on your intimacy masturbating you while you closed your legs.

"Hanma! S-stop... You've already enjoyed it enough." You scolded him again, even though all you wanted at that moment was for him to continue.

"Who let you close your legs for me? Have you lost fucking respect for me, girl?" He spoke without seeming to be joking, making you open your legs again, already impatient, he touched you again, this time more aggressively, Hanma didn't mind using his fingers on your clit and he did so, he liked it, stick their fingers in you, already who was practically addicted to how tight you could be. "Y-yes, cum for me, be a good girl and obey me, babe. Forget those stupid math exercises right now." By going even deeper into your cunt and making you moan. "I want to hear you moan for me, c'mon, baby." He said even more excited by your sweet moans.

"I-I'm almost done, Hanma! Can't you go some time without thinking about sex?" Trying to hold back your own moans by placing your hand under your mouth, you said, panting at the same time asand Hanma continued to masturbate you. "Mmmm... I'm not, let me continue, please, my princess, I'm being good with you." In a low tone, he spoke with a trembling voice, making you start to feel sorry for leaving him waiting as you could feel his dick becoming more and more hard between your legs.

You ignored him again, knowing that it would only make him more determined to fuck you at that moment. "Mm, fuck it, d-damn, H-hanma... D-don't stop." You exclaimed, he didn't stop touching your pussy and with the other hand squeezing your tits, making you no longer able to hide how pleasurable it had become.

"Y-yeah, baby, you look so fucking hot in that short skirt, your body... Y-you... fuck babe, you drive me crazy." He kissed your neck from behind, still intensifying the touch in the way he continued masturbating you until you wet his fingers enough for your liquid to flow, which wouldn't take long to happen. "K-keep it going, please, I-I won't to hold on much longer like this, H-hanma... P-please don't stop." The taller one definitely knew what he was doing, making you moan more and more loudly. "That's it, c'mon, I'm not even starting yet." He responded, feeling the pleasure in your breathless voice at the same time you fell apart in his hand.

"Argh, you're not going to leave me alone until I let you fuck me, is not it, Hanma?" Holding his hand close to you, you questioned him in a teasing tone.

"Ah..." Hanma smiled again when he saw that you wouldn't resist for long. "...I won't leave you alone until I see you begging me to stop fucking you." He responded right away.

"C-continue." You dropped the pen with your shaking hands, leaving your activities aside for a moment.

"I will." Hanma made you face down under the table, lifting your skirt while unzipping your own pants, leaving his dick visible.

"Be a good girl for me, okay? I don't want to have to punish you..." The boy said again, running his dick through your wet cunt making you feel how excited he was before placing it in you.

"...I-I'll be a good girl, P-please, Hanma." His words made you even more needy in the moment and he truly wasn’t going to stop until you couldn’t take it anymore. "P-please, Hanma, be kind to me?" You asked, looking back with a shy smile as you showed off to the boy.

"Beg me, c'mon, my beautiful princess." Hanma isn't very delicate in these situations, so he didn't wait long to start fucking you as he wanted, thrusting into you fast and hard. "Fuck, B-baby, you're so fucking tight." Shuji pulled your hair back with one hand while he held your wrists with the other, the thrusts became increasingly stronger making your legs tremble and lose strength as you felt how pleasurable it was to be fucked by him. "I-I'm yours, fuck it, y-yeah!" As your pussy was fucked with more and more strength, amidst your insistent moans you stated. "Y-you're mine, you're so hot.. Damn, I love fucking you." He stated right away while biting his own lip.

"Look at me, now." After a while, he made you turn around, Hanma picked you up again and put you on the table again. "I told you to fucking look at me!" He kissed you with the tongue right after while holding your neck and continuing to thrust into you."Y-you're being a great girl, lil bitch, ask me to fuck you more, go, right now." He kissed you and pulled your hair again, making sure to hear you moaning his name and continuing to fuck you until you had an orgasm. "H-hanma, I-I can't... I can't take it anymore, I-" Hanma placed his hand over your mouth, making you shut up immediately. "I told you I wouldn't stop anytime soon, you better obey me and let me finish." He said immediately, looking at you with a serious look, paying attention to your flushed face. "This tight pussy is killing me, damn it..." Your cunt leaked as he put more pressure on it, the boy didn't mind going deeper every time he felt your body tremble.

"If you keep going like this I'm going to end up filling you up... Mmm." He wasn't far from reaching his peak, for that reason, he continued increasing the speed of his thrusts while making you tremble, he went deeper and deeper while enjoying your hot and wet intimacy squeezing his fat cock. "S-stop, stop being stupid, Hanma." You exclaimed immediately. "What's up, babygirl? Don't you want to have a baby with me?" He laughed mockingly, still doing everything he could to provoke you and you remained silent trying to look at him with a disapproving look at the same time that you couldn't take it anymore how pleasurable it was to enjoy every inch of him inside you since he was going faster and faster and finally, before finally reaching your limit, he withdrew from inside you, pouring all that cum onto your thigh at the same time as he pulled you into a kiss again.

"Now you can go back to studying." In a brief pause while you sealed your lips, he said maintaining the same mocking tone, then Hanma cleaned up all the mess he made and even organized your materials, still trying hard to help you solve the exercises that remained to be solved.

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hoejosatoru · 1 year

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Skill Set -Tokyo Rev Men

What body part (hands, mouth, cock) Tokyo Rev men (+Yahuza and Senju) are best with. All characters post timeskip. Yes I reused the blurbs from my haikyu version of this there’s only so many ways to generically describe sex acts so it applies to multiple characters lmfao.

Can finger you like no one else. One of the few men who has not lost the fine art of fingering. His fingers are long and slender but so strong. His hands are rough and scarred from years of getting into fights, but it feels so good. He finds your g spot easily, pressing into it until you’re soaked and needy. “Hmm, you like when I touch you like that, angel?” He toys with your clit until you’re right at the edge before plunging his fingers back into your throbbing pussy. Loves how easy it is to tease you like that. How fully in control he is over your pleasure with just a few touches. It’s such an ordinary part of the body, the hands, and yet his can pull the sweetest moans out of you like it’s nothing. “Go on and cum all over my fingers, baby. Wanna feel you squeeze ‘em real good.” Will literally play with your pussy for hours and absolutely will.

Takemichi (I think he was intimidated by sex stuff, but fingering felt approachable so he just did that a ton & got good at it), Mitsuya (so good with his hands & makes it feel so romantic), Kisaki (he is a nasty little tease with it. Love the power imbalance of you being fully naked while he’s clothed and touching you), Takeomi (loves making you watch in front of a mirror, big into pussy slaps), Hakkai, Angry, Koko (a tease, but like its fun), Naoto

Loves eating pussy so much. Does it for his own pleasure as much as yours. Does it in all different positions - missionary, face sitting, from the back. Literally doesn’t care as long as he gets to eat you out. He presses his tongue into your tight hole, wiggling the warm, soft muscle inside you. “Mmm, tastes so fucking sweet.” Sucks on your clit until you’re squirming away from him. But don’t think you’re going anywhere. He’ll grip your hips tight, flicking his tongue over your aching clit until you’re gasping and shaking. He loves when you get lost in it, rutting your pussy against his tongue. “Yeah, baby, fuck my tongue just like that.” He’s not happy until his face is covered in your slick cum.

Shinichiro (please sit on this mans face he wants, no needs, to feel your thighs squeezing his face), Kauztora (so needy about it, loves knowing he makes you feel good. Regularly cums himself when eating you out), Smiley, Wakasa (he is so good but is a such tease. Makes you beg for it & then will eat you out until you’re begging him to stop bc you're so sensitive), Izana (also a tease, loves edging you like crazy until you’re practically in tears begging, then makes you cum w the littlest flick of his tongue), Yahuza (she knows what the fuck she is doing!)

Gives the best dick. He’s nice and big, making your pussy stretch pleasurable every time. He knows exactly where to angle himself to get you seeing stars. Loves pressing your knees up to your chest and getting himself so deep inside you. “Feel that baby? Feel me in your tummy?” A weaker man would bust when he felt your pussy squeezing him like a vice, but he has unrivaled restraint. He knows how to perfectly work you up with, slow, long thrusts, then finishes you off fast and hard snaps of his hips. He’s so strong and can put the most delicious weight behind each pounding thrust. “Fuck princess, feel so good cumming on my cock.” Expect to go multiple rounds.

Taiju (the breading kink goes crazy on this one I fear), South (actually takes it kinda slow w you bc he’s massive and he knows it), Mucho, Benkei, Baji (he is a a huge doggy style enjoyer), Mochi, Shion (nasty with it), Rindou (I feel like rindou is just fucking slinging dick like idk how else to put it. Also I feel like he has a really nice dick overall.), Sanzu (loves making you ride him and then ends up fucking up into you), Chifu (he’s the type you don’t expect much from bc he’s small but then you can barely walk the next day), Senju (ok ik she doesn’t have a dick but she DOES have a strap and is so good with it. Also will scissor you so good so she deserves to be here)

BONUS - The men who can literally do it all. Can finger you senseless, will eat your pussy for hours, and will fuck you until you can barely walk. All above applies to them

Draken (idc if I’m being bias but Draken can fuck like no other. He’s such a nice, big cock, loves having you sit on his face, and his are so rough and warm and god I need him!), Ran (he’s a SLUT), Inui (he just has so much sex appeal like? There’s just something about him that I just KNOW he’s so good a pleasuring), Kakucho (Kind of a dark horse, but he’s so, so attentive to his partner. Really good at adapting to exactly what makes you feel good), Hanma (again, slut. He makes you beg for everything and is kinda a meanie, but worth it), Mikey (I think different timeline versions of Mikey may be stronger in different areas but overall I think Mikey has solid skills across the board. Also is v good at being Dom and sub, so it keeps things interesting)

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dior-and-dietcoke · 1 year

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" SHE SAID DADDY I CAN FEEL IT IN MY TUMMY! "

DRAKEN, HANMA, TAIJU, BAJI, MITSUYA ‧₊˚

18+, belly bulge, mating press, size kink, degradation, praise, cervix fucking, soft sex (with Taiju n Draken), chokehold, choking, unprotected sex, breeding, use of "daddy", MDNI

DRAKEN

"You good baby?" Your boyfriend asked completely out of breath with his cock balls deep inside you. Your eyes were shut tight as your teeth were clenched just as tight, ken always felt so fucking good that you could cry.

His length filled you out so well..but it did also hurt like hell because he is just so big "mm-hm!" Ken grabbed your hand softly with his as he rubbed small circles on your sensitive clit

"baby.." he knew it hurt, but he also knew that he made you feel good. He placed your smaller hand on your stomach with his bigger one and you felt a small bump on it

"you took me so deep and so good, m' so fuckin' proud of my little angel" he whispered still breathing heavily by how your pussy was clenching him with every stroke.

Ken rubbed his thumb over your hand and looked at you with a fucked out smile and sweat coating his forehead

"You're such a fuckin' Angel..doin' so good..fuck—" your poor kenny couldn't hold it anymore and shot his hot cum inside your tight little cunt. "Fuuuck..yeah..take it—yeah, take it, baby girl..fuckk"

HANMA

"Fuckin' do it right, slut."

Hanma spat and smacked your ass after squeezing it for a few hours now.

You were bouncing on his lap the best you could but the pressure in your abdomen from his huge fucking cock made it so hard.

And hanma was pretending like this wasn't the best sex he ever had, he just wanted you to move faster on his cock so he could finally fill you up, his balls almost hurt with how long he had been holding and stopping his Release.

His slightly curly hair stuck to his sweaty forehead and temples as his golden eyes kept eye contact with you, as his hand on your throat let only a little oxygen in and out of your lungs. "C-can't! 'S too big—ahh!" This position made the feeling only worse and made his cock hit your cervix repeatedly.

Hanma laughed at your dumb but cute face "then let me help ya, yeah?"

He purred with the corners of his lips tugged up into a wicked grin before he switched positions and slammed you down into the bed with his big and tatted hand still around your neck that fit so perfectly in his hands.

"Fuck..takin' it way better when I'm helpin' ya" he chuckled and groaned as he pushed your leg to your chest with his free hand, hitting deeper again.

The throbbing of your cunt sent shivers up his spine and your loud cries went straight to his cock, and then he started grunting and breathing heavily "gonna fill ya up real good, my little whore~"

TAIJU

Taiju always felt like he was splitting you in half even when he was just always halfway inside, mainly because he doesn't want to rip your pretty pussy apart on his thick and huge cock.

but now that he is going raw with you for the first time and trying for a baby, he can't hold back.

The second he just slipped the head in he knew he couldn't hold back, he needed his cock to be buried balls deep inside you. The way you screamed and cried was like angels singing to him, he knew this would be the closest to heaven he will ever be.

"Ya can take it, baby. I know you can— fuck.." your husband grunted. Taiju was holding your hand with his right one and your hips with his left one, his dangerous eyes didn't leave your teary ones for a single second.

When it came to sex he was overprotective, He never wanted to hurt you in any way possible, and especially not when you are having the most intimate moment you could have with a person.

Your tears kept flowing down your face, and you kept whimpering that he thought something was wrong. "Doll.."

he huffed while moving his hips ever so slightly, making you whine even louder. "What's wrong?.." he let go of your hand and moved his to wipe your tears away with his thumb,

you bit your lip and he felt you pussy throb and clench around him, making taiju groan and hold himself back to not just fuck you unconscious. Your pretty eyes looked up at his dark ones and you parted your glossy lips "i-i.."

he gulped in anticipation and waited for you to finish your answer. "t-taiju-..can f-feel you in my t-tummy, taiju!..ohh!"

fuck..

the big man above you almost fucking came when you said that, so he was almost afraid to look down but he did. And he couldn't describe the sinful feelings he felt in this very moment if his life depended on it when he saw the bulge on your stomach. His eyes were shot wide open and his cock was close to releasing his cum inside your womb. "F-fuck doll..you're makin' me crazy.."

BAJI

"K-KEI! N-NOT SO ROUGH— AHHH!" you yelled as his gigantic cock bullied its way past your pussy lips and harshly hit your cervix with every thrust, baji loved fucking you from the back with his arm around your neck, choking you just right.

"Your pussy tells me to keep goin' though" he bit his lip and smacked your ass "dirty little liar~" he purred and then continued listening to your pussy soaking his cock in loud sloshing sounds. "MNNGH!" You moaned, gripping the counter of the pet shop harder till your nails left marks on the wood.

"Fuckin' good little pussy— fuck..wouldn't give this pretty little thing up for nothin'" your boyfriend praised, making a fucked out little smile form on your wet lips as your eyes rolled back, meeting baji's brown beautiful eyes looking down at you.

The arm that was around your neck loosened so that his calloused hand could grab your sweaty face, and baji smashed his lips down on yours, messily kissing you like a hungry animal.

His other hand ran down from your exposed tits to your stomach, but on its way to your clit he felt a little bump on your stomach.

To which he broke the kiss and pushed your head to lay on his shoulder by your neck, to give him a good view at what he just felt.

And sure enough, there was a little bulge on your tummy, disappearing and reappearing with every snap of his hips. "Ohhh fuck.."

baji groaned before he slammed your head back down on the counter and started fucking you like a mad dog in heat ready to breed your snug cunt.

MITSUYA

"Pretty girl~ look at me,"

Mitsuya whispered with his hand covering your mouth, he doesn't want you to make a single noise as he fucks you into oblivion while yuzuha and Hakkai are just around the corner in his office, mitsuya was supposed to measure your curvy and tempting body for a dress you wanted him to design.

And you two are used to flirting with one another but things suddenly got heated and he started fucking you on his desk, but suddenly he heard the elevator ding, meaning the two Shiba siblings arrived with mitsuya's fabrics that he wanted them to pick up.

and mitsuya pulled you around the corner so you two could keep messing around. Which is how you ended up in this situation, you looked up at him as a little tear rolled down your cheek and into mitsuya's hand that is pressed over your mouth.

"Good girl~" he praised flashing you a soothing and soft smile. Before he lowered his head and closed his eyes at how well your pussy gripped his sensitive cock.

But when he stilled his movements and slowly opened his eyes he saw a small print of his cock on your cute tummy. Mitsuya covered his mouth with his free hand as you suddenly rolled your hips against him, to not moan and let hakkai n yuzuha know what's going on.

"Little vixen," he whispered against your ear and held your hips in place. "You gonna move when I say so, got it, baby girl?"

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dlscenarios · 5 months

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Shuji Hanma NSFT Headcanons

MDNI

-> This man LOVES calling you nicknames in bed. His favorites are: Princess/Prince, Doll, Baby, Babe, and Slut (affectionately).

-> Prefers hitting it from the back.

-> *cheering* Ass man. Ass man. Ass man—

-> Hanma LOVES using his hands on you, especially when he can admire his tattoos as he’s either squeezing your ass or gripping your throat.

-> His dick is pretty skinny but it IS nice and long.

-> This unhinged man likes to bite you. Not as keen on getting bitten, but he’s come to appreciate the marks you’d give him.

-> He WILL make time to finger you. Even if it’s just a quickie, he will never NOT tease you with his hands.

-> Hanma can’t decide what he likes more: Cumming in you or pulling out and cumming on your stomach.

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uchihasfavgirl · 4 months

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“You’re so cute,all whiny just for me hm?”

Hanma x reader

Warnings: smut,readers body colour isn’t talked about,reader has female body parts,fingering,unprotected sex,soft sex,cockwarming.

Characters are always aged up (18+) !!

Enjoy!!

It’s 3am in the morning,you and hanma are cuddling in the warmth of your cloud like bed as a movie is on in the background to help you both sleep and as of right now it isn’t helping.

You and hanma are to hot and bothered for that.

His long slender her muscular finger rubbing your ball of nerves as his hands his down your pants,your small hand jerking his long thick cock*

“S-shit- aah-! Hanma! Hanma! Please please!! I-I need you in me please!” You moaned out,like a song to hanma’s ears.

“Your so cute,all whiny just for me hm?” That fucking tease you hated it when he breathed into your ear and spoke hot words into them deluding your brain but you so loved it and craved more.

Hanma did as you wished,you turned to the side so your ass was facing him and damn bro couldn’t stop staring but since you were so whiny and needy he snapped out of his trance pulling down your shorts and underwear at the same time.

Hanma’s dick played with your pussy a bit rubbing it up and down getting your slick on him getting his tip lubriated,as he slowly entered you he held your waist as in a way he was hugging you keeping you close

“You’re always so fucking tight…fuck..” he moaned into your neck as he slowly thrusted his cock into your tight plush walls that sucked him in as if to say you didn’t want him to leave it.

as hanma sped up you and hanma came at the same time,but Hanma didn’t take it out he came inside you but you didn’t care,you knew you’d look hot with his child and he knew you’d look fine as hell with a round stomach and swollen tits.

“You good doll?” He teased knowing damn well your tired as hell.

“I guess I’m getting a good sleep tonight” hanma chuckled at your words as you both slowly dozed off to sleep his cock still in you,wonder if it will still be there in the morning?

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porcalinecunt · 5 months

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𝐗𝐗𝐗 ♡

𐐂 what if hanma was an incubus . . . ?

🩰 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐔𝐁𝐔𝐒! 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐗 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

🧴𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓

𝐜𝐰 — afab!reader. sub!reader. hard dom!hanma. fingering. rough sex. a little bit of dub-con. implied multiple orgasms. breeding. pregnancy. dumbification. dacryphillia (?).

a/n: i got this idea from a certain friend of mine (you know who are 😗) and now i’m losing sleep over this slob of a man. then again, it’s hanma. no matter how many times i slander him, he’ll always be one of my favs jsksk.. anyways, enough about me, enjoy! 🫶🏼

꒰ incubus! hanma would preyed on you ever since he found you through a lewd dream of yours. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from your trembling body, your fingers furiously pumping in and out of your hole. your skin was flushed, shined with sweat and arousal that made every last one of his senses satisfied in a sexual frenzy.

꒰ incubus! hanma, unable to contain himself, he couldn’t help but take the opportunity and took control of your dream. running his claws up and down your torso as your eyes immediately darted at the demonic figure right next to you. a grin crept up on his lips as he watched a mixture of confusion and shock wash over your eyes. a chuckle bubbling in his throat, one that sounds far from human.

꒰ incubus! hanma would press a hand on your womb, staring hungrily at it. your frantic heartbeats filled his ears, yet your intentions were way too obvious to the sex demon. besides, no one could resist an incubus, something that would bring pleasure so good that mortals are put to shame.

꒰ incubus! hanma, who would already have your legs spread and violently fucking you at an ungodly pace. your moans became mewls that turned into full on shrieks. his cock already abusing your g-spot as your knees and arms are close to giving out, stuck in doggy position (which was his favorite ♡) until he got bored..

꒰ incubus! hanma would’ve rolled you over and immediately resumed, this time while he stood on his feet and you dangling from his waist. his claws dug into your skin as he pulled you on and off of his dick, drinking up your sobs of extreme pleasure. if he felt nice, he would’ve given you sloppy and sharped tongued kisses.

꒰ incubus! hanma wouldn’t leave a job unfinished. inching closer and closer to his orgasm, he stopped. he had to hold back from cackling when he saw the pure disappointment and impatiences on your face, it was almost amusing at how needy humans can be. he sets you down once again onto your back, leaving tiny bite marks before bending you in half. your legs were spread enough to expose your used hole, as you watched helplessly as hanma completely overtook you.

꒰ incubus! hanma watching you go dumb on his dick, tongue rolling out as tears and spit smeared your face as your whines grow unbearably loud from your impending orgasm. a burning sensation spread onto your womb, almost as if someone was branding your skin. his fangs showed through a grin, as hanma snapped his hips for the final time and painted your walls white. the feelings of his seed spilling into you threw you into euphoria, giggling uncontrollably while mewling from the afterglow.

꒰ incubus! hanma would most indefinitely knock you up. although it’s never a good idea to have a child with a mortal, nothing can stop him. he reveled in the image of your pregnant belly with his baby growing inside of you, leaving you vulnerable and attached to him as if he was your damn husband. the fact a cute little mortal would curl up into his lap and taking anything he gives them made his dick hard again. let’s just say he doesn’t stop at the dreams . . .

🎀 this work belongs to @porcalinecunt. reblogs and feedback are appreciated. <3

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killsaki · 1 year

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miscommunication ☆ romance isn’t on hanma’s list of specialties, but at least you can put making you cum on it.

hanma shuji x female!reader

4.4k words | minors dni

cw / tw : alcohol and weed mentions, his friends don’t respect you, biting, marking, vaginal fingering, nipple sucking, messy plot.

“you miss me, baby?” you can hear people speaking in the background as hanma talks into his phone as if he’s alone.

“no, shu’, i don’t.” you huff, picking lint from the couch cushions. you don’t understand how he’s so shameless, you’ve never been able to wrap your head around it no matter how long you’ve been around him.

“aw, but you’re still callin’ me that cute name.” your palm comes to land on your forehead as you mentally scold yourself from the force of habit.

“i didn't—”

“didn’t mean to? hm, ‘course not.” he speaks to you so sweetly but you know it’s condescending like you’re too dumb to know what you’re saying. “anyways, figured i’d be so kind to tell you that i’ll be by your place later tonight.”

you scoff, you can practically hear the big smile on his face as he taunts you. there are some calls of his name in the background and you’re tempted to just hang up in his face and go back to the show you’d been watching, but before you take the phone from your ear you hear your name from a voice that is not hanma’s.

“is that her?” one that you can recognize as rindou asks smoothly.

sanzu, you realize that’s who said your name before. you hear as he answers the question intended for hanma, making sure to repeat your name this time with ‘my’ in front of it as if you were his possession.

hanma lets out his signature laugh, one that always freaks you out a little. “you sanzu’s girl, baby?”

“shu’, stop.” you breathe into the phone, your tv screen dims in your peripheral.

“aw, shu.” ran mocks and you purse your lips, not thinking about how hanma would, of course, put you on speakerphone after asking such a question.

“i’m hanging up,” you speak in your usual tone and you can hear laughs all around.

“wait,” hanma joins in with his friends, “you gonna leave the door open for me?”

you sigh, considering it. you’d stopped hanging out with hanma on purpose, stopped answering your phone and the door for him. he was a wild card, though you knew that from the moment you met him something told you to give it a chance. it wasn’t until after he’d started getting into blood-filled fights right in front of you and showing up to your place unannounced one too many times that you’d decided enough was enough. to top it all off, he’d refuse to acknowledge any conversation that included him giving the two of you a title.

you hadn’t slept with him, despite how much he’s tried— well, you’ve slept with him. on his chest, him on yours, but you haven’t fucked him. so that saved a bit of your pride, but not enough for you to dive back head first in with someone who won’t even call you his girlfriend before trying to strip you down.

“you always wake my neighbors with your bike,” you mutter, hoping you aren’t still on speaker.

“then come to mine,” he replies immediately after, and your head cocks in confusion. in the amount of time you’ve been involved with each other, that is the one place you haven’t been with him. restaurants, fairs— hell even gang meetings. but not his place.never his place.

“i dunno,” you fake a yawn and he sucks his teeth. “i’m pretty tired.”

“head over right now and you can sleep in my bed, pretty.” he sounds far from the phone and your device buzzes not a second later. “should take ten to get here, see you in five.”

he sings that last word before ending the call. there’s a thought pulling at you not to go, to text him to ‘fuck off xx’ but a glance at your open bedroom door makes you decide you really would rather not sleep alone.

it takes you twenty minutes to pack a bag and get into your car, another fifteen to pull into the driveway of the house and for a moment you think he’d sent you to the wrong place. only when the scattered motorcycles come into sight do you know that wasn’t the case.

outgoing: come out here.

shu !: princess cant walk by herself?

outgoing: i’ll leave

shu !: don’t you dare

you lock your phone, waiting in the locked car for his figure to appear through the front door but to your surprise, it comes from the side of the house. the house had surely been remodeled and split in two at the second story because the staircase leading to the door hanma exits looks far from sturdy. even in the dark, you can see the happy bounce in his walk to your door.

“hey, pretty.” your hand comes to where he’s leaning down to the window to block lavender eyes from seeing the stupid smile that creeps up on your face from his presence. maybe you did miss him, but you weren’t going to admit that now.

“you didn’t say anything about your friends being here.” you fake annoyance as you gather your things and shut off the car, making sure to lock it before exiting.

“you heard them on the phone.” hanma shrugs, arms immediately snaking around the small of your back as he traps you against the warm metal.

“doesn’t mean i thought they’d still be here.” you can’t help but laugh when he starts to nose at your neck, placing kisses here and there.

“that why you took so long?” he pulls away from your throat, smiling into your lips as he kisses them, acting as if the two of you haven’t gone an entire month without speaking. “sanzu’s feelings ‘ll be hurt if he hears that.”

you drag out a sigh before he finally leads you up to his door, and it’s exactly what you expected from hanma shuji. a few small decorations are lining the walls, big tv, and a decent-sized couch placed in the living room. surrounding it, a singular circular fold-out chair and an oversized bean bag that look fairly new. and of course, with those, bodies of some of the most dangerous guys your age in the area scattered about.

“he let you carry your bag?” sanzu looks at you bewildered, game controller in hand. “i would never make you do that.”

“don’t pause the game!” a blonde with a lion tattoo grunts at the long-haired one, you note the matching console control in his grip.

“oh really?” your head snaps up to shuji who side-eyes you with a laugh.

“she was hoping you’d be gone when she got here.” hanma says with amusement clear in his tone, taking your bag from your hand and heading to the closed door you can only assume is his bedroom.

“ignore those two, i know you came to see me.” ran sets the beer bottle down, and extends that same hand towards you, one that you only stare at as you bite your lip. “don’t be shy.” he tacks on teasingly.

you don’t have a chance to say anything before hanma is back with his arms wrapped around your waist. ran rolls his eyes back to the screen, sanzu’s following as he resumes the game. but even with hanma’s presence, the flirting—more so, teasing—doesn’t stop, not for a while at least. ran had gotten rindou to join in from where he sat below you all for a bit and then they’d talked about you as if you weren’t even in the room. you’d started to tune it out after so long. all of your interjections to their weird comments got shot down by remarks about you being ‘shy.’

the need for sleep took over at some point and your annoyance and embarrassment diminished along with the conversation. the game suddenly became most important once again when shion and rindou had gotten tied up in their amounts of wins. or at least that's what you think you hear, it’s hard to make out anything when you’re focusing so hard on forcing your eyes to stay open.

you let your head fall onto hanma’s shoulder and not a split second passes before he wraps you up in his arms, pulling you to straddle him and rest your head against his chest.

“like a lap dog.” shion speaks to rindou directly but no one says anything else. hanma hums, and you can feel it against your fingertips when he does. his warmth makes you relax further into him, hands sliding to loop behind his neck.

“tired, shu’.” you yawn, and it’s real this time. the large hand smoothing along your back only spurring you further to the brink of unconsciousness.

“alright,” he sighs happily, the same tone you’ve often heard him use when he’s won at something. “everyone get the fuck out.”

“we’re in the middle of a game.” shion objects as he shifts his weight on the beanbag chair.

“baby wants to sleep, get the fuck out.”

“aw, c’mon,” you can hear ran’s voice grow closer as he leans towards you, “you don’t want us to leave yet, do you?” you open your eyes just in time to catch the sight of him reaching out to touch you. almost on instinct, you flinch away, burying yourself further into hanma’s hold.

ran’s expression doesn’t change much as he pulls back, but his eyes shift slightly— it makes an odd feeling start to stir in your gut. but it quickly vanishes as they all start to stand and call out their goodbyes— though they’re mainly to hanma, you’re talked about like a pet that they ask him to ‘be nice’ to. except for sanzu telling you that he’s always available to you, and ran letting you know how much bigger and how much happier you’d be in his bed, should you ever want to try it.

you ignore the implications, ignore the way they eye you as you stand to stretch. but you can’t possibly ignore the way hanma latches onto you, draping himself over you to cover you in kisses. ones you giggle at, but maybe miss the reason behind.

“why do they talk about me like that?” you ask when hanma locks the door behind his friends.

“hm?” he hums, approaching you with a smile.

“i’m not your dog.” you curl your lip at the thought of being seen as his little pet.

“you’re my girl,” he wraps himself around you yet again, guiding you into his room. “ain’t it the same thing?”

“not at all.” you scoff, trying to free yourself from him as he makes you stumble from the difference between his large steps and your own shorter ones. “that’s why none of you have girlfriends.”

“nah, some of them do.” you suddenly feel your heart drop, just a bit. you can’t decipher if it’s the fact that guys like hanma are capable of calling someone their girlfriend or the fact that those girls don’t know that their boyfriends sat in someone's living room for the past who knows how long and talked so… highly about you. “they just think you’re still free game because we haven’t fucked.”

“but they have girlfriends,” you repeat to him, freezing in his arms, making him lean down beside you to catch a look at your annoyed, confused expression.

“yeah,” he smiles as he informs you, “they have a few.”

“disgusting.”

hanma shrugs, unraveling his hold and softly pushing you toward the bed.

“annoying.” he says as he reaches over his head to grab the back of his shirt, pulling it off. “i dunno how they keep up with ‘em.”

that feeling starts to swirl in your chest again, and you’re sure you’re closer to figuring out what’s causing it. “it’s easier if you just don’t call any of them your girlfriend, huh?”

“nah,” he plops down on the bed, looking to where you still stand, arms crossed and fingers digging into your skin. “still too much room for bitchin’.”

“so then, what?” you snap unintentionally, you can blame it on your tired state if he asks.

“why’re you so fired up?” he leans off the bed, grabbing you and forcing you to stumble towards him. “you’re my girl, aren’t you?”

your eyebrows furrow more at his question, making it almost painful. “what are you talking about?”

“we’ve been talking for months, i’ve paid for shit for you, slept in your bed without fucking you,” his hands are never still, falling to the back of your thighs and wandering around all they can reach. “isn’t that what a boyfriend does?”

“shuji, what?” your mouth drops open, and you’re unsure what to feel. what has he thought this entire time? “we haven’t talked in a month, you wouldn’t even talk to me when i brought this up before.”

“‘cause i thought we understood each other.” he pressed his face against your folded arms until you dropped them so he could rest his chin against your stomach. “you are a lil’ slow though, huh?”

“excuse me?” your eyes widen down at him and you don’t know what you’re supposed to feel. “slow? because you wouldn’t— because you refused to—”

“shh,” he shushes you, pulling you down into the bed before you can fight him. “too much, it's getting hard for you to get your words out.”

“oh my god, you suck.” you squirm when he locks himself around you for the umpteenth time that night, but he doesn’t let up. nor does he reply, he only tucks you into his bare chest, humming once finally comfortable. but your mind doesn’t stop going, doesn’t stop asking questions you just are dying to get the answer to— you wish you’d never asked at all, sleepiness having escaped you,

“so they think because i haven’t fucked you that i would fuck them?”

“yeah,” he laughs back.

“that’s stupid.” you wonder what could’ve given them that impression— or it was just wishful thinking. “wait, wait back to me being—”

“‘cause you’re hooked on me without my dick, right?” he interrupts, pushing your shoulder back so you’re looking at him and his stupid, pretty smirk.

“my god, shu’.” you groan, and fall back into the pillow, away from him. which, you quickly realize was a trap— something you should be more wary of when it comes to him— as he climbs on top of you, encasing you between his limbs.

“yeah, am i?” he licks his lips, looking down at you with a wicked gleam in his lavender eyes, something far from holy. you can’t deny the way it makes your heart skip a beat, how his bare skin feels pressed to yours in the places your shirt lifts, and the smell of weed and cigarettes mixed with something sweet wafts over you.

“i,” you put your hands to his chest, maybe to push him off, but they lose strength when they come into contact with him. “came over here to sleep.”

“we can.” he tries to shrug, but it looks silly given his position. “after.” he glances to your lips, leaning down only to ghost them with his own before he moves to press a kiss just under your ear. his body weight presses into you just a bit more, his legs slipping between yours and you feel yourself melt into the mattress. “or,” he pulls from where he’d almost started to leave marks on your neck to make eye contact as he rests his hips against your own, clothed cock heavy and warm against your cunt, making his next words feel like more of a taunt. “we don’t have to.”

you swallow, face warm as you open your mouth a few times, not sure what to say, not sure what you want. “maybe… just a little,” you nod.

he leans back down, speaking low against your lips and making your chest vibrate from his pressed against it. “whatever you’ll give me, pretty girl.”

his mouth meshes with yours, slow wet drags of lips make you into a puddle in his sheets. all you can do is reach out for him, wrap around him, try to pull him impossibly closer. your hands go from tangling and tugging at his hair when he grinds down into you, to scratching between his shoulders when his lips leave yours to travel down your neck.

you can stomach the want, handle the heat flowing through your veins that begs for more. even when your clothes start to diminish in number and you’re left in nothing more than your panties under him. you can manage the twitch in your fingers that ache to touch parts of him that are still out of sight, that is until his mouth starts to suck marks into the soft skin of your breast. the hand reading sin, cupping your other before fingertips find their way to your nipple.

you gasp at the contact, and his eyes dart from where they’d been so peacefully closed up to watch your expression. he rolls the bud and the callousness of his hands does little to help you fight against the sounds you wish would stay caught in your throat. hanma is an opportunist if anything, and before you can even move to cover your face, his lips latch around your other nipple. you can’t think to fight the whine that escapes you, not when his weight lifts off of you so that his free hand can glide fingertips along your embarrassingly wet, still clothed slit.

your body moves on its own, a hand tangling in his hair and your hips bucking against him.

“there she is,” he speaks softly against your sensitive skin and your eyes flutter at his tone. it’s like cool silk in the way it makes you shiver. his fingers press harder against the fabric, teasing you with the resistance it gives, allowing him to press just enough against your entrance that you can feel the push but nothing more.

and suddenly you can’t handle it any longer. your want has bubbled into need and you’re far too warm for your skin, desperation for him to give you anything claws at you.

“more,” you pant out.

there’s a popping sound when he unlatches from your skin, and you don’t need to look down at him to know there’s a smirk on his face when he asks, “more?” but you do anyways, and you wish you didn’t. he’s already looking back at you, pretty purple eyes low with lust, his tongue prodding from between his lips as it runs slow, wet circles around your nipple making you that much weaker beneath him.

more of your soft pants fill the air before you’re able to tear yourself away from the sight, whimpering a small, “please, shu’.” before throwing an arm over your eyes.

his weight shifts on the mattress, and he’s pushing the seat of your panties out of the way to separate your folds with rough fingertips. “anythin’ for my girl.”

you feel your breathing pick up and hear how it comes out in fast little huffs, but you can’t think of anything but how perfectly he moves against you, how it feels like the devil dancing the way that he circles your clit. pulling back the hood of it to get to the part that has you nearly in tears when he starts to tease it.

there are kisses pressed to your arm that cover your face, making you move it in search to feel those lips against your own instead. you look up to hanma who’s already looking back at you who's wearing an expression you’ve never seen from him before. his jaw slack, causing his lips to part, his tongue gliding along them as his nearly glowing, low-lidded gaze makes your heart race.

he watches you so intently as his fingers find their way back down your entrance, eyes locking on the way your lips fall open to gasp when he pushes one of his fingers in tantalizingly slow. you know he’s doing it on purpose, but you can’t tell if it’s for you or him the way his chest starts to heave from watching your expressions alone. how your eyes flutter when his knuckles press against you, the way your lips twitch with the sounds that fall from him curling his finger and pressing it against your softest wall, pressing far deeper than you’d ever felt your fingers reach. there’s nothing but the faintest buzz of this season’s bugs chirping outside, the sound of your shared sounds, and the way your slick clicks against his hand each time he pulls away only to push his digit back in to force another pretty moan out of your throat.

“more, pretty?” his voice barely audible.

“more, please.”

with the next pullback of his wrist, he adds another of his long, slender fingers into you. he pushes back to his knuckle this time, he presses his lips back to yours in time to catch the surprised sounds that lip out at his new, sudden pace. it’s faster but just as deep as his previous slow, teasing one. it has what would be embarrassing high pitch ‘ah, ah, ah’s falling off your tongue right onto his, but each push against your swollen spot has everything that isn’t the feeling that he’s giving you out of your mind.

his lips mold against yours, even when you can barely keep conscious enough to control them, trying to kiss him back, to feel yours drag against his and feel the way his infamous smirk starts to creep back onto his face when your nonsensical whines turn into those of his name. his move down to your ear, but he doesn’t speak yet, instead just using the position to listen as closely as he can to the highs of your breathy whimpers each time he fucks his fingers back into you.

“feel so good, baby.” his words are hot against your skin, “can’t wait to fuck this perfect pussy.” you clamp around him at the thought, of how easily you’ve melted for him from the way he worked you up alone, you can’t imagine watching the way he’d look sinking into you. “yeah?” he sounds huskier at the way your body agrees with his words. his lips drag along the column of your neck as he speaks between marks he leaves there. “you ‘gonna let me? ‘wanna take my cock, baby?” you feel yourself nod that time, hips starting to move against his hand at the same time, starting to search for the inches that you miss each time they pull out of you, even with the promise of them sinking back in is only second away. “you want it?”

“want it,” you manage to form, and you feel hanma’s teeth sink into where he’d just left a bruise. it sends the knot in your gut pulling tight, your legs starting to twitch against his sides— the curse of his name that leaves your mouth broken has him pressing his fingers as far into your cunt as they can reach, middle and ring fingers curling in and out of you with a need to hear the way you’re soaking down his wrist, to force your walls to spams around him, and make you cling to him even tighter than before, scrambling to grab every part of him that you can reach. tears are pricking at your eyes as you feel your stomach flex, face twisting up in a pleasure that hanma just has to pull away from you to take in clearly.

“c’mon,” he licks his lips as watches you start to unravel beneath him, his thumb rubbing sloppy shapes into your pulsing clit. “make a pretty little mess for me.”

“shu’–fuck,” you drag out in a high cry, tears burning hot down your cheeks as you feel the white-hot static spread from your tightened core through your limbs, shooting down to the tips of your fingers.

he drags out his curse, pressing his hips into yours, just far enough away from your cunt he’s still able to finger you through your high. as you start to catch your breath, regain control of your body aside from the search for pleasure that overtook you before, you find yourself sticky from the middle of your thighs to their apex and the warmth that loomed over you starting to disappear.

“no,” you use your leg which still feels far too heavy to wrap around hanma, keeping him from where he was attempting to get off the bed.

hanma huffs a laugh down at you, “i’m comin’ back,” his long fingers wrap around the soft of your thigh, squeezing it slightly as he moves it. “‘gotta change since i fuckin’ creamed my pants.”

you laugh softly, eyes drifting closed. you want nothing more than to poke fun at him, but you’ve also never felt this kind of tired before. you’re seconds away from drifting off when he wakes you with a warm rag to your skin.

“you got me acting like i’m a fuckin’ virgin,” he laughs, likely at himself again.

“you mean you’re not one?” your words come out weak, and you can barely make out the shape of him in the now dim room as you speak.

“nah,” he wipes the last bit of the mess he made of you off your skin, humming in that same happy tone you hear nonstop from him. “i treat my girl so nice don’t i?”

you shrug weakly, “if thinking that will help you sleep tonight.”

“ahh,“ he tosses the wet, filthy rag off to what you hope isn’t just the top of his clothes basket. “you being next to me will help more than that,” your lips twitch up at his words as his weight drops down beside you, long arms maneuvering you around until he’s satisfied with how your bare chest presses up against him. “but busting that nut’ll help a lot too.”

“i can’t stand you.”

“mm,” he kisses your forehead, “but you came so ha—”

“shhhh,” you pat against his skin with your palm, like you’re trying to lull a child to sleep. “stop talking, ‘m tired.” you rub your head on where he’s laid you on one of his arms as if it’ll change anything at all about your comfort. “‘night, shu’.”

you faintly feel lips meet your forehead for a sweet, short kiss as you drift off. but you know you hear when he whispers back, “‘night, pretty baby.”

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eggtartz · 1 year

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a/n : inspiration from that one scene in bj alex 🤭

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summary : trying to stop hanma's habit

cw : slight smut, established relationship, hanma loves your tits

you see, you loved your husband so much but the thing is his habit is getting out of hand. being concerned for his health is one thing, another thing is you were getting annoyed with the tobacco scent too. in one of your heated arguments, he did said that he's trying very hard to break the habit he has developed since he was a teen. so you two has settled down for him to try and reduce the amount of cigarettes he smokes in a day rather than stopping the habit at once.

the thing is, hanma isn't bothering to try anymore.

"honey can you grab the lighter for me?" he said while eyes are still attached to the movie. your glares go unnoticed by him but you reached for the lighter anyway that is until you got an idea. since he was so distracted with whatever the television is showing him, you bit your lip and slipped the lighter inside the padding of your bra then sat quietly there.

"doll?" you gave no care so hanma reached out to your side so he touched your stomach perfectly for you to execute your plan. you grabbed his hand and straddled him now he's under you while you're on his lap. "it's not there shuji, you can find it somewhere here though" you said while guiding his hands to your chest, his hand now grabbing on of them.

hanma smirked while adjusting his long limbs to his comfort and took off his glasses. "someone's needy tonight?"

"not needy shuji, just need you off the cigarette"

he grabbed your boobs againts the silk shirt and massaged them, making you moan in relief. he then pulled the shirt off you and massaged them again, as if your boobs are stress balls customized for him. "hm, the girls are sensitive doll. has it been that long since i've given you any attention?"

you nodded and gasped when your husband unclasped your bra and latched his mouth on your nipple. the lighter that fell out from the bra was cared less as your hand went to pull his hair, not to hard but enough pressure to turn him on. the other hand was still massaging your tits while his mouth exchanged between your nipples making you cry out of pleasure.

breathing for air, he looked up at you and gave your neck purple hickeys while you rubbed your clothed pussy on his bulge that made him hiss with the contact. "yeah mama, ride me just like that? use me to get off"

you rubbed againts him harder while he peppered kisses on your boobs, your nipple now hard again. "fuck love your tits so much, they say your tits get bigger when you're pregnant. wanna try having kids mama?" he stated while nudging his bulge againts your sensitive core that snapped the knot, you screaming as you overstimulate your release with slowly riding him again.

"oh it's all wet now. wanna take it out and clean it for me doll?" say less you were already on your knees, tits bouncing in the process.

hanma thought this might be your plan to get him away from the smokes. and it's fucking working.

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slttygeto · 10 months

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╰┈➤ 11:06 ⋆·˚ ༘ *hanma shuji ‧₊˚.

you’re supposed to feel nervous around him. you’re supposed to think he’s intimidating. but you don’t, and it drives him crazy.

hanma shows up everyday to the little coffeeshop you own down the street, it’s hidden and doesn’t have a lot of customers. you always open at 7:30a.m in case someone was running late and wants to grab a coffee, your lunch break is at 12:30 and you finally close at 6p.m.

he has your schedule memorized.

the first time he came in, he had a little bit of blood on his face. he remembers the way you eyed him weirdly, almost unsure if you wanted to let him in.

“it’s not mine.” he says, as if it was going to make things better and you raise an eyebrow.

“are you in a gang or something?”

“…or something,” you see his hand tattoos and nod to yourself. sin and punishment, interesting.

“okay mr gang leader, here’s your coffee.” no fear, no hesitation—hell, you were even joking around about this?

when shuji realized just how little you think of his job, he starts to visit your little shop more often. he hopes that you somehow get scared of the number of people he killed, maybe even fear for your life that he would somehow do the same to you and kick him out—push him away from you and tell him to never come back.

but you don’t, and it fucks up with him even more.

why would you let someone like him in? why would you laugh at his jokes, why would you share your lunch and tell him to stay safe?

him? staying safe? it’s other people who should fear that he’s walking out on the streets.

you’re accepting of him, and it’s new. it’s such a rare thing for a person to let someone like him enjoy the simplicity of life. to drink coffee while reading a book, stroke a cat’s head and let the animal sit on his lap all while you’re telling him a story from when you were in highschool.

but hanma knows this won’t last. he’s always added the ugly to a person’s life, so he doesn’t deserve to enjoy the beauty of someone else’s.

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stxrmylxve · 1 year

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okay so hear me out…

its jealous!hanma that buys you gifts 24/7 when you start hanging out with someone because he wants you to only fall for him.

it’s jealous!hanma that gets a bit possessive at meetings when someone glances over you. You both know damn well that you’re perfect for hanma, but there is always an animalistic instinct that wants to leave marks on you just to spite those prying glances from people.

And it’s jealous!hanma that, during sex, will purposefully bite hickeys down the side of your throat and on your collarbone just because they are visible. once again, very territorial over his angel.

It’s jealous!hanma that places you on his lap rather than in a chair when you visit him in his office, every once in a while trailing his hands around your body just enough to get small jolts running up your spine; and then he likes to play dumb as if he was doing nothing when you were to call him out on it.

and last, but certainly not least, it’s jealous!hanma that will literally fight anyone anywhere on the streets if they so much take a second glance at you. It’s not that he is that obsessive, he just simply has realized that with how enticing you look, people can’t help but to get more of you.

@sleepysnk

tbh, the same way with mikey too 😁 @shelly-ya

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buccini555 · 4 months

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𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 - 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢

≡ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚... Being obedient to Hanma and doing all his desires

⌕ x r e a d e r !

♡ 𝑭𝒕. Hanma Shuji

tw! (Domination, sublimation, masturbation, oral sex, (petnames: doll face, baby, bitch, slut.), unprotected sex, mention of slaps/assault I think that's it...)

"Who gives the orders here? Tell me." Holding your hands firmly with the intention of not allowing you to move, Hanma said biting his lips when he saw you there completely submissive to him, Shuji is not the type of guy who likes to waste time, sliding one of his hands over your body, he admired your expression of pleasure while masturbating you, two fingers wouldn't be enough, Hanma wanted you and with each moan he made from you the desire only increased. "Moan for me, doll face, I want to hear you moan for me." Keeping the same smile, Hanma held you with even more desire.

"You want this, don't you, my little slut?" Feeling the pressure on your hip, you bit your lip and brought him close for a kiss, Hanma didn't hesitate to kiss you, moving the kisses to your neck and breasts, he wouldn't be able to control himself for long, feeling his dick throb beneath the fabrics, you begged for it. "H-hanma, p-please." He held your waist and spread your legs, looking you up and down. "There's something I want to do before I fuck you." Hanma said, placing himself between your legs, using his own tongue and fingers to make you feel even more pleasure, he licked your pussy as if his life depended on it, all Hanma wanted was for you to come apart in his mouth and feeling your body shake with pleasure as you pushed his head even further, so Hanma made you cum like never before.

"Don't you dare close those legs for me." Hanma opened his pants, leaving his member completely visible. "Now you're wet enough for me to fuck you, aren't you?" Passing his erect member through your intimacy, Hanma murmured with an ironic laugh before starting to fuck you, he didn't care about being careful, Shuji just went deeper into you with quick and firm movements, thrusting mercilessly while you enjoyed every second. "Who's your man? I'm your only one, aren't I?" He questioned with each thrust. "Y-yes, y-you are, Hanma." After a few minutes of staying in the same position, Hanma made you turn your back to him, not caring if the neighbors would hear the slapping noises or your moans.

"I-I don't, I can't take it anymore, H-hanma, please." You tried to say before he interrupted you by placing your hand over his mouth. "Shhh... You can handle it, you asked for my dick now you can handle it, bitch." As he spoke, he increased the pace, going even faster and deeper, Hanma wouldn't take long to reach his limit, for that reason, he definitely wouldn't stop even if you begged.

"Get up quickly, baby." He ordered, making you get up and get on your knees in front of him on the bed, Hanma held your hair making a ponytail in your hair with his hands and made you swallow his member completely, making you choke a little until If you got used to it, after you started sucking him, Hanma seemed even more taken by the pleasure. "I'm going to fill your little mouth, my slut." He said breathlessly before cumming in your mouth, holding your face he made sure you swallowed it all.

"Good girl, you're my good girl." Hanma said, laying down on the bed and calling you to lie on top of him after he lit a cigarette.

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yaemikomine · 10 months

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SHOULD’VE SAID NO.

summary: your best friend slept with your man and you decide to take revenge by sleeping with her ex Featuring : Ken Ryuguji part 1. masterlist

“ You should’ve said no, you should’ve gone home you should’ve thought twice before you let it all go”

“Bitch fuck you” you screamed out into the air, cross faded on a mixture of weed and whiskey. After you found out by your now -EX- boyfriend that he had cheated on you with your best friend of two years last weekend at a party, you trusted him in going by himself - turns out you shouldn’t have trusted him because after he slept with her they started hooking up on the low.

You guess he felt really bad because he was the only one who came forward and told you what they had been doing. In a fit of rage you spammed your also now -EX- best friend with messages of you just calling her many things while your ex was also blowing up your phone apologizing -telling you- begging you for forgiveness and telling you that it meant nothing to him, that he only loved you n he loved you more than anything

Once you were done texting her everything, you went to message him - you said how you could never forgive him nor her, how you want nothing to do with them anymore, how she can keep his tiny dick - just going off on him and than blocking him before he could say anything else to you about how he only wants you.

“You shouldn’t be begging for forgiveness at my feet, you should’ve said no, baby, and you might still have me”

It’s only been a week - and it’s been hell for you. Your ex hasn’t gotten the hint that you really don’t care n keeps texting you on random text free sites how he missed you, but he’s literally dating your ex best friend n telling you this. You contemplate getting a restraining order, “it’s probably easier than having him blow up my phone” you think before you get a ding from your phone. You pull it out of your pocket to check. “It’s this bitch.” You sign and open the text message. “I don’t know why I need to tell you this but MY MAN don’t want you nm so fuck outta his phone” you had a look of disgust and confusion on your face that just said, “what the fuck…”

you reply back quickly with, “don’t nobody want your man besides you hun, keep him” griping your phone tightly, almost thinking it will crack under the grip of your hand. “Mhm sure, but you still on his phone texting for him back”

“This bitch has to be delusional” you almost guarantee you would laugh if this whole situation doesn’t involve a home wrecking whore ex best friend. “I don’t know what you’re on about - but I’m not in his phone… so how about you get the fuck outta MY phone before I fuck your ex” you’re in the middle of a cafe, sitting down - knowing you hit a nerve by the way it seems like she’s writing you a paragraph because she’s taking too long - almost like she truly doesn’t know what to say. “Nah you wouldn’t… that’s too far even for you”

“Bitch…be fr” you whisper quietly at your phone, “how are you gonna say it’s too far but I guess you didn’t think it was too far when you started fucking my bf” you sent it and then send another text, “ngl I would tho he bad asf” you already know she’s fuming - you smile to yourself, proud you even thought of that.

“You’re not his type so try again bitch” you already know what to say, thinking of everything. “Sure let’s see hoe” before blocking her and getting to work with your plan. You get to texting her fine ass ex, Ken Ryuguji.

“You say that the past is in the past, you need one more chance - it was a moment of weakness and you said yes”

You planned to accidentally bump into him at a college party and make small talk, flirt - get him upstairs, and get hot and heavy with him. You’re ecstatic, just thinking about him gets you turned on quickly - shaking off the nerves, you began to get ready to pull up to the party. Getting ready at your friends house, Emma - you both take your time in looking good, making sure not one thing looks bad with you two.

“Bitch are you scared or nervous for doing this?” Emma says, putting her hair up into a cute claw clip. “Uhh sorta… I guess i don’t know” setting your face and putting on blush. “Well I mean anyone would be but jus fuck it cause you’re getting revenge. Don’t nobody deserve what they told you so now you gon say fuck it, right?” She was especially mad because she told you he wasn’t good for you and you didn’t listen. “Yea fuck it” you both pregamed and took cute photos to post later on - then going on to the party.

On the way to the party, your nerves are now in the roof - shoving them back inside, “girl you gotta do this” on your phone, scrolling through insta. “Bitch we almost here so, you know what you gotta do” you smile at yourself from the camera on your phone, “i know, I know” looking at her, you blow a kiss to her face before kissing her cheek. She smiled at you from the corner of her eyes - pulling up to the party, parking the car - you and her immediately get out of the car n walk through the door.

You and her both go looking for the drinks, excited to get drunk and chill the nerves - Emma makes her way to the mountain of bottles on the kitchen counter, you follow close behind her. You grab a cup and pour whatever entices you - perking up as you hear the familiar voice of Draken, you look around slowly as to not seem like you’re looking for him or anything like that. You catch him in the corner of your eye - perched on the couch, smoking a fat blunt - more rolled blunts and weed on the coffee table in front of him. you smile to calm the nerves coursing through your body. And then the games began - you make your way over to him.

“Ken~” you flirtatiously walk over to him, attracting and bewitching the looks of other people surrounding him. He looks over to you - taking a hit of the blunt that was in his hands, “hey” he replies back to you, his glassy baked eyes looking you up and down. “this boy so fine…” you think as you sat down right besides him on the comfy love seat, squishing you both together. You look up at him, “I didn’t know you were gonna be here - you didn’t tell me..” grabbing the blunt from his hand, softly, you take a hit from it - blowing the smoke in his face as he looks you in the eyes.

It didn’t take long for it to hit, “you sure you should be doing that” he eyed you for a while before taking it from your hands. “Yea, I do actually”

“You can see that I’ve been crying, and baby, you know all the right things to say. But do you honestly expect me to believe we could ever be the same?”

It didn’t take long for you both to find your way upstairs, heatedly making out - you feel his dick on your inner thigh, “goddamn he’s big as fuck…” a thought in your mind, grabbing the back of his hair - griping it as he opens the door into a room. You feel bad for whoever’s room this is, knowing you’re both going to leave a mess.

You push him on the king sized bed - kissing down his body, you’re on you’re knees, unzipping his pants. His cock springs up at you, “he really is big” you think as you pull it out of his boxers. You immediately stroke it, hearing the soft moans coming out from above you - you look up at him, and he looks so majestic. “Ken~ you look so pretty, making you into this… can I take a phone?” You question, he’s tight lipped but nods a sign yes. Flipping out your phone - still stroking him - you snap a quick photo before flinging your phone across the floor.

Putting your lips on the tip, stroking the rest of his length, “ugh my hair is in my face…” and it’s almost like he read your mind because he immediately puts his hands into your hair, making a ponytail with them. Going even further down him, you gag, looking up at his and you don’t seem to care because the faces he makes is enough for you to be satisfied right now.

You go back up to the tip of it, kitten licking the pre-cum. And than once again going further down him, inch by inch. Both your hands going up and down the rest of him you couldn’t go down, going the same tempo your mouth is. One hand goes down to play with his balls - his moans getting louder - and it seems like that was the last thing he needed before he cums into your mouth. You keep going tho, swallowing most of it but some dribbling down your chin

You pull off of him, mouth full of his seed, and smile at him as he catches his breath. You get up off your knees, pushing him down onto the bed. You slide up and down his dick, your panties the only border between both him slipping inside of you. Pulling off your panties - you get back on top of him. Sliding him between your folds. Moaning at the sensation as he looks up at you with slanted eyes, hands on your ass. Your hands on his chest.

Putting a hand down, gripping his manhood, slowly you push him inside of you - moaning at how good he feels, “look at you ma… you look bad as fuck like this” he says, looking up at you as if you were the only thing that mattered to him right now. Smiling at his words - you get to work on making both him and you feel good.

You go up and down his big dick - if anybody heard you outside of the room they would definitely think you guys were filming a porno with how much moaning you’re doing. Throwing your head back in pleasure, you continue in jumping on him, wanting so badly to reach your climax.

“Fuck…ken, you’re so big” you manage to moan out, your hands on his chest and his still on your ass, slightly pushing you up and down his dick.

“It’s strange to think the songs we used to sing. The smiles, the flowers, everything is gone. Yesterday I found out about you. Even now just looking at you feels wrong”

You’re both laying down on the bed - the smell of sex, weed, and sweat surrounds the room. You’re on his chest laying down, softly. “So…” you’re speechless and so is he because he says it as well. “Uhm so I think I should go before Emma notices I’m gone…” you slowly get up off his chest, feeling bad for leaving him there - you grab all of your clothes, putting them on as he watches you in silence. You pause for a minute, before waving bye to him and walking out the door. “That was the best dick I’ve gotten…” you think, stunned as you walk down the stairs. “Bitch there the fuck you were - I’ve been looking for you everywhere” Emma grabs you by the shoulders - sniffing you - “Girl… did you actually do it…”

you nervously smile at her as a sign of “yea I did girl…” she’s not mad but drags you out the door and into the car. It’s about 3 AM by the time you both are on the way home. You suddenly remember about the whole reason you fucked him, pulling out your phone and going into the chats between you and her. Sending her the beautiful photo of Ken, flushed and moaning heavily - “turns out I was just his type. Try the next bitch hun” you put your phone down on your lap again

By the time you and her get home, you check your phone again and there’s only one msg. You smile giddily because this time draken messaged you.

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garoujo · 2 years

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“OH, YOU WANNA PLAY PSYCHO KILLER?” — HANMA SHUJI

you and your boyfriend decide to add a little more thrill to your relationship.

♱ warnings — ghostface!hanma, f!reader, cnc, knifeplay, reader is a great actress, predator x prey kink, mask kink, creampies, shuji is a tease, fingering, choking. ꒰ word count : 4k ! ꒱

♱ note — here we go ! probs the kinktober piece i was most excited 2 write so hopefully u guys enjoy it 2 . tysm 2 rekha @/21-06-1996 & paradis @/blueparadis 4 reading through some of it 4 me <3

RETURN TO KINKTOBER MLIST ♱ REGULAR MLIST

it’s somewhere between 11pm and 12am you’d assume by the way the sky seems to have darkened outside of your apartment. the day had went by normal enough, you went to work, turned down some plans for drinks with your work colleagues and then you came home as normal — as planned.

but there’s a tinge of anticipation that’s present from your fingers to your toes, something you can’t quite place as you flick through the channels on the tv, sinking deeper into the couch when you settle on some cheesy slasher flick with a shrug, october and all. it’s the season for them.

your boyfriend, hanma is at work, so you’re home alone tonight — bowl of popcorn and a blanket that felt warmer when his daunting figure was underneath it with you.

for about an hour, you’re content — fishing around for the sweetened kernels at the bottom of your bowl with a sigh. your movies just kicking off, not that you’re paying much attention as you flick through the stories your friends are posting on instagram, trying to ignore the fact that he should’ve called by now, he normally did around this time.

but now you’re restless and worried, deciding to make another round of popcorn to soothe your nerves before you start pacing and it works, for a moment, before you’re back on the couch in the exact same position watching the exact same movie.

then you hear it, the first ring and you reach for your phone a little too quickly for you not to have been waiting, except it’s not him — it’s a number unknown, but maybe it’s because he’s at work.. you tell yourself to ease the uncomfortable shift in the air.

“hello?” you answer after letting it ring a few times, and you let hope linger in the air where you take a breath before it’s swallowed by the unfamiliar, distorted voice that answers back.

“hello.” their voice is smooth but.. not who you were expecting and you can’t shake the way your shoulders seem to slump with the reply. “hi, can i.. help you?” you ask, trying not to sound too disappointed that it wasn’t the man you seek.

“who is this?” the sound of the television on your end goes from near full volume to something a little lower, and your brows furrow almost instinctively at their question.. because, didn’t think they call you?

“who are you trying to reach?” you snort and you hear the person on the other side of the phone hum in a way that tells you they’re not too sure. “i’m not sure.. what’s your name?”

there’s another change in the air, one that makes you bring your feet up onto the lip of the couch at their question before you reply quickly, not wanting to let the silence they let stay linger.

“i’m sorry.. i think you have the wrong number.” a beat of silence followed by a cocky reply, “do i? then how about you tell me your name and i’ll tell you mine.” before you breathe and continue “no thanks, im waiting on a call but have a good night.” you don’t give them an opportunity to answer this time, and you’re pretty sure you cut off whatever they were next going to say.

but you feel cold suddenly, acutely aware of the noises outside your apartment as you sit your phone facedown on the table, and try to focus on the film you suddenly don’t feel like watching anymore.

but then it rings again, and you want to mentally punch yourself for letting your head turn a little too quickly — another unknown number, but maybe just a coincidence.. right?

“hello?” followed by a reply that’s a little too quick. “oh, i’m sorry. not the call you were waiting for?” but you curse yourself for the way their teasing seems to make your lips break into a whisper of a grin. “not this time..” you breathe and they don’t stop with that. “no? don’t wanna talk to me instead?”

“yeah, nice try. again—have a good night, see ya.” you feel a little unsettled when your phone hits the table this time, the caller was probably innocent but something seems.. strange. your neck feels unbearably warm and it takes a few moments for you to pull yourself off the couch before you’re retreating to the kitchen — splashing your face with some cold water to calm yourself down.

you let yourself take a moment, look in the fridge like the contents will have changed since the last time you were in there. but then even from the kitchen you hear the ring of your phone from the living room, and you’re suddenly aware of the goosebumps ripping across your arms.

but you stride quickly, not bothering to give the caller id a second glance because — it won’t be, right?

“uh, hello?” you repeat, and you think you’re suddenly sick of hearing the greeting. “don’t hang up on me.” there’s a drop in their tone this time, but it’s the same drawled out, smooth sound — followed by a long exhale like they’re smoking a cigarette or releasing a held breath.

“what do you want?” you shift, suddenly not feeling like sitting back down in your previous spot. “to talk, kill some time.. nice night for it, don’cha think?” you can’t see them, but you can tell they’re smiling with the way you hear their words curl around the expression.

“i’m kind of busy.” you’re lying but your hairs suddenly standing on end, “oh? but your movies almost over.. isn’t it? so how about you play with me instead, doll?” the petname is a low growl, but your heart pounds at the words before it, sucking in an uneven breath as you let your gaze dart to the movie still playing on the tv then the rest of your darkened apartment.

“how.. how did you know i was watching a movie?” your heart pounds with your sentence and you swear they must be able to hear it when they breathe out a chuckle in response.

“don’t look so scared, babydoll. you just look like you could use a little.. company.”

the line dies before you have a chance to hang up, but with the few steady knocks on the door of your apartment that follow in the silence you feel a shock of something shoot down your spine, and you can feel the uneasy pants you’re taking against your palm when it slaps over your mouth to muffle your shriek.

but then the silence settles, again. besides the pounding of your heart and the ringing in your ears, it’s still quiet enough for you to be able to hear the lock click when it turns — making you push yourself up against the wall in the hallway as you try to steady your breathing, putting you out of sight from the doorway.

this can’t be happening.

it’s unnerving the steady, slow steps you hear sound around the corner behind you, the way they enter your apartment over the erratic beat of your heart, combat boots against the hard wood floor that feel like they kick your feet out from underneath you with each step.

you could probably make it to your bedroom if you ran fast, maybe the bathroom so you can find someone to call — you’re not supposed to call him while he’s at work. but you think this might be an exception when you hear the door slam loud enough for it to startle you, followed by another low chuckle.

your palm is pressed so tight against your mouth you can barely breathe, your lungs feel like they quake but you can’t risk him hearing you — finding you, as you try to inch yourself further away from the front of your apartment.

you don’t give it much more thought, you hear his steps fade into the kitchen and you decide to put the adrenaline coursing through you to good use — it’s all part of the game, his game. but you feel your head twitch in the general direction down the hallway before you’re off.

but it doesn’t take long for him to hear you, you’re running.. but he’s not, not yet atleast. but he knows where you are.

you’re listening over your shoulder, following it with a glance and you watch the way his taller, intimidating form rounds the corner and his shadow seems to be gaining on you alarmingly quick considering you got a head start. he lets you see the peak of the blade, then he sprints, and he’s faster than you — long legs taking long, purposeful strides towards you as he enters the long stretch of hallway.

your heart is throbbing, a lick of fear curling down your spine and you can’t afford to waste any breath with a scream — but you gasp despite the way your heart feels like it’s about to burst out of your chest.

the distance he’s closing is quickly filling your ears, you can feel the warm air rush over your too hot skin as you run and the floor slams under your shared footsteps.

your decision has to be quick, the bathroom or the bedroom and you allow yourself a few moments you don’t have to think it over — opting for the bedroom, the doors open and you don’t have the time to kill to turn the handle to the bathroom.

but he’s trained, reflexes honed, he’s a killer after all — he can see your movements before you even make them, he can pick up on your body language or follow the direction you even do much as glance in.

and he’s right behind you when you when you make your little decision, fingertips already outstretched to reach and curl into the skin around the back of your neck.

you twist to your right, nearly losing your footing as you go to dart into the bedroom and slam the door, and your trip catches him off guard, makes him spit out a curse, only for a second. but he’s faster — your attempts to lose him, to shove him away are all in vain when you hear the heavy thud of the door hit the boot suddenly logged in the doorway instead of click into place when you try to slam it closed.

you can’t run anymore, you’re frozen when he comes into view as it bounces back open and you feel like you can finally take him in.

you can’t see his face, it’s covered by a mask — one you’ve seen a lot recently, october and all. it’s the season for them. but he’s a daunting presence from where he looms in the doorway, a muscle tight black shirt and black jeans—one arm resting against the doorway above him, not that it stretches far given his height. while the other almost mockingly, playfully lets the knife sway by his side — like he’s swinging intertwined hands or a purse, but it’s anything but.

no, it’s much more dangerous than that, he’s dangerous.

“gotcha. you’re a slippery little thing, aren’t ya?” he drawls in a sweet tone that almost turns your stomach, you can’t see his expression from behind the ghostface mask—but you can hear that he’s smiling, like he’s toying with his prey.

“please don’t! m-my boyfriend will be home soon, he’ll.. shit—he’ll track you down if you hurt me.“ you sound pathetic, whimpering and pleading, but fuck—he loves you like this, it’s exhilarating letting the blade tap along his covered temple like he’s scratching an itch before he’s cutting you off with disorienting grab to your jaw.

“oh, what’s wrong, doll? scared?” he grits but he knows you won’t answer with his palm now resting along your mouth to squeeze at your cheeks. black kanji barely visible under the dimly lit room, sin and punishment.

you can feel tears in your eyes, maybe it’s the way his fingertips are digging into your cheeks or maybe it’s him, his daunting presence and the blade in his other hand, and you feel yourself sway when he makes you look up at him.

you try to shove him off, turn back to try and run again but you’re snagged in his web now when he yanks you back down to earth. he takes you down heavily until your chest is hitting the mattress and you feel his hand clamp around your waist — reaching up between your breasts to squeeze his hand around your throat and drag you back a few measly inches until you’re against his chest.

“too bad, you could’ve made it too. but i think it’s about time i take my prize.” he growls, giving you a shake as his palm presses hard against the middle of your throat, making your eyes flutter before they widen when you feel cold metal smooth along the curve of your waist, and you finally go limp.

“atta girl. see, you’re a sweet little thing, just need a little time.. right?” his hips rub up against your ass with his words, letting you feel the impressive strain of his hard cock through his jeans, but then you feel him pull off of you to let his hand mould to your trembling thigh instead.

his fingertips squeeze at the skin before he’s twisting you onto your back and standing between your legs — almost menacing from this angle, but he lets you breathe.

“but you’re mine now.. so where should i start, hm?” he spits, voice straining under the weight of his desire as he lets his blade trace up the skin his hand used to occupy — featherlight along your thigh before it’s tracing along the waistband of your sweats, and he pauses with his next growl.

he lets it trace along your skin, up your abdomen until you’re tensing under his touch — adrenaline still making you shake when he groans and just barely drags the blade higher. “here?” he hums as he lets it rest against your chest, his movements careful and steady before he’s bringing the cool metal back down to your waistband. “or here?”

you really were the perfect, helpless victim.

“p-please.. please.” your voice is tight with need, lifting your hips to try and rock against his before his large, free palm is pressing you back tight against the mattress — tall stature looming over you as he lets the blade trace up by your neck, and he groans in delight at the wild look in your eyes he’s meet with.

“there we go, babydoll. that’s more like it, let me hear you beg for it.” he goads loudly, amused but wrecked when he lets his fingers trace down to squeeze at your pussy through your sweats, chuckling at the mess and warmth he can already feel beneath the fabric.

“oh, you’re a twisted little thing, aren’t you?” and fuck—does hanma love it.

you nod quickly, panting out sweet like uh-huhs followed by whispered pleas, like you’re chanting mantra’s as you squeeze your legs around his middle. “fuck me.. please, i’ll be good.. i’ll be quiet. just please.” you sound so pretty, like the perfect prey he knew you’d be — and he can’t wait any longer.

“that’s it. good fucking girl.” he breathes through clenched teeth before you hear the knife clatter on the floor at the other side of the room. he’s much too preoccupied with tearing through the fabric of your sweats and panties, panting hard when he yanks them down just enough to hang around one ankle, before he leans back to rip his pants and belt open afterwards.

finally seeing his cock twitch with the first sting of sexual freedom makes you arch, yearning when you let your eyes sweep over the thick curve of him.

his chest is heaving with heavy breathes as he takes you in beneath him, letting his fingers swipe through your folds to tease the slick gathered between them before he’s sinking two into your cunt. grunting when he’s not met with much resistance, but you hiss at the stretch his thick fingers provide you with — feeling it burn and sizzle into something that burns along your body.

he sinks them into you a few more times after that, scissoring them until you’re a puddle of mewls and whines and you’re basically fucking begging him to just hurry up and fuck you when you send him a doe-eyed look, thighs twitching when he rubs a few sticky circles into your clit before pulling his fingers out of you with a growl.

his slender fingers in sin wrap around the base of his cock before he’s letting his head roll back with a few rough strokes of his palm, pinning your hand above your head when you reach for him as he leans over your figure to rub the blunt head along your slick folds.

you’re not sure if it was the adrenaline, the chase and the anticipation igniting your veins but you’re fucking soaked, feeling the first silky grind of his cock split through your folds before it’s catching on your clit, making you both gasp and moan at the wet tacky sound that follows. “fuck sake, doll.”

you feel his palm press back hard against your throat when your legs curl around his waist, pulling him close as he pushes you so deep against the mattress your back arches.

you can hear the way he’s panting even behind the mask, fingers twitching into your skin everytime he pulls himself deeper into the desperate hug of your pussy.

“fuckin’ knew you wanted it, a pretty little thing like you all alone on a scary night like tonight.” the way your nodding is instinctive, driven by the way your desperately rubbing your slick along his throbbing cock — greedily trying to force him closer through each growled ramble from his lips. before he finally parts your folds and sinks into your twitching cunt. “f-fucking asking for it, weren’t you?”

you’re barely prepped and so fucking tight hanma thinks he might pass out now that’s finally wrapped in you, his large palms dragging your hips down onto his cock as your body shakes — lips parting to moan as your fingers twist in the fabric of his black shirt.

“look at me. fuck, eyes on me, babydoll. that’s it.” his words are an order, natural dominance dripping from his tone as he pushes past the spots inside of you that make you twitch. his fingers twist along your jaw once more to keep your gaze on him, until his hips are pressed tight against your own with a shameless, ragged moan that makes your long lashes flutter and kiss along your cheeks.

the way he drags his cock out of you is slow, wet after he’s given you a few moments to get used to the thick spread of him, and the first draw back of his hips feels like it lasts forever until only the blunt head remains.

but then he gives your cheeks a playful tap before his hands are back squeezing at your hips again, and the slap of his hips back into you almost knocks all of the air from your lungs.

everything about this, him. the chase, the hunt, the way he looks over you has only drove to this point, added to the twisting pleasure you feel stir in your abdomen, you’re wound up so tight and you feel like you could already burst when he grinds his cock into you, you’re already so close.

but his pace doesn’t let up, he’s driving his hips into yours like an animal as he fucks you into the mattress — pressing his pelvis tight against your slick folds with every wet connection of his hips as he swirls his hips into yours. “already? yeah? feel so fuckin’ tight.. pussy’s real fucking greedy.”

you can barely breathe with how deep it feels like he reaches, and his quick, intense pace only seems to grow heavier — your body jolting as he digs his cock up into your pussy.

hanma can hear your need, your want for him in the way your moaning pretty with each sharp exhale as you head tilts back, his grip dragging you along the bed as he pushes himself even deeper into you. he’s pressing up against the swollen spots inside of you and when you feel his fingers come to squeeze along the sides of your throat once more, all you can do is take it as you lose yourself in the controlled anaphylaxis that makes your head spin with pleasure.

“shu-shuji! it feels so good.” you gasp, and the sweet sound of your slip up, the sound of his name makes him shudder against you and grunt before he’s rushing to pull the mask over his head, throwing it on the floor beneath you. “holy shit—i know, babydoll. don’t hold back on me now.”

you’re finally able to take in the way his hair is flat, framing his handsome, flushed features and the blown, amber in his gaze when he sends you a crooked grin followed by another low groan as he sucks his lower lip between his teeth.

hanma curls himself over you with the next tight squeeze of your cunt around him, before he’s pulling you in for a kiss, it’s needy and wild and so much of him that it makes your pussy throb when he sucks on your tongue. he’s been waiting to taste you all fucking night.

his thrusts begin to lose their pace as he presses deep into your body, stuttering just as he begins to lose himself in you. in the pleasure he’s earned, the pleasure he owns. “my babydoll. ran so hard for me, did so fuckin’ good.”

you feel hanma’s palm squeeze around your thigh before he’s hiking it higher around his hips and the new angle only fans the fire your orgasm sparks along your veins, feeling him pull away from your lips to mouth at your throat as he digs your orgasm out of you himself.

“fucking cum for me, doll.” he grits before your body seems to listen, your orgasm hitting you so hard and good that it almost hurts as your toes curl, fingers moving to claw along hanma’s shoulders as you cream around his cock.

but he doesn’t stop, not even when you’re panting and gasping with each shockwave of bliss below him — the vibration of his groans echoing somewhere deep in his chest as his cock throbs inside of your soaked cunt.

“pussy’s made to fuckin’ take me. mmm, shit.. yeah? my fuckin’ pussy.” his pace stutters at the milking compression of your walls, gritting his teeth before he curses and groans sharp. his amber gaze is narrowed between your bodies to watch your cream pool around the base of his cock, your walls throbbing with every unforgiving push of his hips before hes kissing you once more as he cums, just as he likes.

hanma cums thick and heavy inside of you when he feels your tongue push against his, swallowing both of your groans into the kiss as he pushes his load into your puffy cunt. he’s slurring curses against your lips as he almost pins you completely, continuing to fuck into your sensitive pussy until you’re both spent and he’s rolling off of you with a long sigh.

you let the silence settle as you both catch your breath, turning to meet his gaze from where he’s peeking at you underneath where his forearm rests over his eyes.

“shuji, you’re too fast! it’s no fair!” you start, and your usual tone of voice only seems to draw hanma in as he returns to his place leaning over you, pressing a gentle kiss against your pouty lips that’s a sharp contrast to how hard he’s just fucked you.

“that’s ‘cause im a killer, doll.” he hums before he’s playfully biting at your cheek, chuckling when you swat him back into his previous position on his back with another cute pout that makes him pull you against his chest anyway.

“i so wouldve got away too.” you try to reason but it only makes your boyfriend chuckle, amused as you brush the dual coloured hair away from his face when he looks at you — catching your hand with his own before he’s giving your fingers a short peck and resting them both against his chest.

“bullshit, they always kill the hottest ones first. you were never making it to the sequel.”

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⋆ ˚｡⋆ OFFERING HIM YOUR FIRST TIME! ⋆｡˚ ⋆

FT. TOKYO REV MEN.

CHARACTER$: manjiro sano, sanzu haruchiyo, hanma shuji & chifuyu matsuno.

C/W: virginity loss, soft! shuji, mentions of blood, creampie, fingering, unprotected sex, reader cries, size kink, that‘$ it!

N0TE. title just for giggles & shit. these are just short hc‘s, nothing much. :(

P.S.A: wrote the note above when i didn’t even start working on this, & i am here to tell you, i lied. they are not short at all, especially shuji’s part. :C

SANZU HARUCHIYO.

you & sanzu were sitting next to each other, engaging in a conversation about his job, something must‘ve gotten into you to utter these words, it was too suddenly as well.

“haru, would you like to be my first?”

sanzu sat there, dumbfounded, those words you just uttered made his heart skip a beat.

"you‘ve never had your first time before?" you shook your head, & looked down embarrassed. "it‘s because i wanted it to be with the perfect person, i did get many opportunities before but i just—" haru caught you off with a chuckle.

"‘s okay, no need to be embarrassed," sanzu raised your chin & made you look him in the eye, "would love to be your first, y/n" sanzu then pulled you into a kiss, your tongues intertwined which turned the kiss into a hot make-out session.

sanzu‘s hands made their way in-between your thighs, his fingers rubbed against your clothed cunt, he moved your panties to the side & pushed his long finger in, pumping his fingers slowly, your slick covering his fingers with every thrust.

sanzu pulled out from the kiss, a string of salvia connecting the both of you.

sanzu took out his fingers that were coated with your glistening slick, “haru...” you whispered his name, sanzu pinned you down the bed & slide down your panties.

his bulge rubbing against your exposed pussy, before sanzu tugged down his pants revealing his hard cock that was dripping with pre-cum, “’m gonna be gentle baby, i promise,” you nodded your head & buried your face on the crook of sanzu’s neck.

sanzu pushed the tip of his dick inside your hole, letting out a groan at your tightness, “fuck,” he chanted before he pushed his whole length, fully inside your cunt.

“it hurts– h-haru.. it hurts—!” tears prickled in the corner of your eyes, sanzu let out heavy & shaky sighs, before he slowly began to move.

“’s okay, ’s gonna start feeling good soon, trust me” sanzu kissed your forehead before he start thrusting again, every thrust of his hips making you feel like you’re melting, sanzu looked down at how his dick disappeared inside your tight cunt, but when sanzu pulled out there was blood covering his cock, the sight made sanzu’s eyes grow wide, he grabbed your hips & started thrusting into you, fast but gentle thrusts that got you moaning & screaming his name.

“h-haru–! ’m close..! ’m cumming—!!” with just a few more thrusts you felt yourself creaming around sanzu’s cock, completely milking his dick dry.

sanzu smirked as he felt you cum around his cock, he continued with his fast thrusts, jolting his hips to get closer to his orgasm, sanzu felt his balls tighten with every thrust, your velvet colored walls spasming around his grith, making him closer to his high.

“fuck baby– just a few m-more...” with one final thrust of sanzu’s hips he came inside of you, strings of warm cum filling you up, a loud moan of haru‘s name left you as you felt him cumming deep inside you.

once sanzu pulled out, his seeds started dripping out which were mixed with your blood from earlier, which ended up staining your bed sheets.

sanzu lays down beside you, the two of you too exhausted to move an inch.

“so, how was your first time?” haru asked, a smirk covering his face, you giggled before responding; “it was amazing, haru.”

sanzu pulled you closer to him & rested his face on your shoulders, “is that so? then i’m glad” was the last thing haru said before falling asleep on your shoulders :(.

HANMA SHUJI.

the conversation was bought up unexpectedly by you, you asked hanma if he has lost his virginity yet & he of course responded with yes.

“shuji, did you lose your virginity?” hanma didn’t react to you asking him that question, but, instead just answered you so straight forward.

“yes, i did, a long time ago,” he answered with the biggest grin on his face, you felt yourself burn up with the embarrassment.

hanma is in a terrifying gang after all, you’ve never heard of a gang member that was a virgin.

“what about you, y/n?, did you lose your virginity yet?” hanma asked you back, you avoided eye contact with hanma & stared right into the floor.

hanma took your reaction as no i have never had sex before, “oh? y/n? don’t tell me that you still haven’t had sex with anyone yet” hanma chuckled which made this more embarrassing for you.

a blush creeped on your face, “n-no...” hanma burst out laughing, “why’re you laughing..!?” hanma smirks before replying, “can i be your first? do you want me to be your first?”

you felt your face heat up, you looked away from hanma, “what’re you s-saying...” hanma shakes his head, “never mind then,” you widened your eyes before stopping hanma from getting up, you shook your head, “n-no...i want you to be my first” hanma smirked & pulled you into a kiss, “good girl.”

“’m gonna put it in now, m’kay?”

you nervously nodded your head, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt the tip of hanma’s dick slowly penetrate your entrance, hanma threw his head back as he pushed his whole length in, your cunt already clenching around his dick.

you let out a sob as you felt hanma jolting his hips against yours— his thrusts were fast & steady, making you arch your back & roll your eyes to the back of your head.

“s-shuji...it hurts...!” hanma kisses your neck, wet kisses covering your neck, “hmm...’s okay, ’s g’nna feel good soon,” hanma cooed.

hanma‘s thrusts later turned rough, the tip of his cock thrusting against your sweet spot which made fat tears stain your cheeks, “s-shit— don’t cry, ’s g’nna feel good—! i promise!” hanma reassured you, making your walls spasm around his thick cock.

hanma wiped your tears, not breaking his rhythm, his thrusts remaining rough & steady which were to your liking, as you kept repeatedly moaning his name.

“s-shuji...! a-ah! shujiii—!” hanma buries himself on your chest, letting out muffled groans, your juices dripping & coating his balls with every thrust.

hanma’s cock twitched & throbbed inside of you, as he was about to pull out, suddenly, the idea of him being the first one to cum inside you stopped him to do so— but, instead, push his cock deeper & place your ankles on his shoulders, hanma roughly bucks his hips against you, hitting your g-spot, causing you to let out a sob.

suddenly, without any warning, hanma came inside you, shuji’s thick warm seeds filling you up, filling up your womb, completely.

with a loud moan of your name, hanma pulls out of you, & falls down on you, too exhausted to say anything.

“s-shuji, thank y-you,” you mummer causing hanma to let out a low chuckle, “i should be the one thanking you, it felt good,” hanma cups your cheeks & gives you a small peck on the lips before nuzzling on your chest & falling fast asleep.

MANJIRO SANO.

you & manjiro were sitting on the couch, laughing & giggling about something.

until you suddenly blurted out something on accident, “so, mikey, are you a virgin?”your question got manjiro to stop laughing & remain silent, too stunned to even react.

“um...’m not, why?” Mikey replied— in a low voice almost as if he was whispering.

you replied with a simple oh, before replying to his question.

“’ts just ’m curious” Mikey raised a brow, before he asked you the same thing.

“are you a virgin y/n?”

you gulped down your salvia before nervously replying, “y-yes...yes i am.”

“oh? you are?” you nodded your head as you felt your face heat up from embarrassment.

mikey smirked before pulling you closer & seating you on his lap— suddenly.

“wanna be your first—fuck— maybe even your last,” mikey whispered in your ears, sending a shiver down your spines.

mikey started rubbing his bulge against your cunt, “fuck— you’re not wearing any panties— ’s like you were planning for this to happen.”

you let out a shaky sigh & buried your face on the crook of mikey’s neck.

mikey tugged down his pants— which was enough for his whole cock to come out, “can’t hold back any longer— shit— tell me ya’ want it— tell me ya’ want my cock...c’mon baby–!”

“mhm–! ’want it...! ’jiro please–! ’want your cock...! p-please ’jiro–!” that’s all it took mikey to bully the tip of his cock against your tight entrance, slowly pushing in his whole dick in.

“mmm...’so tight– tightest pussy i’ve ever had– s-shit...!” mikey started off with fast thrusts, his hips roughly bucking against yours.

“manj– fuck..! w-wait—! ’s too big, waittt...!” mikey pulled out, blood coating his cock before he slammed right back inside you, “’fuck, ’s t-tight,” you frown as you try to adjust his size, your walls fluttering painfully around him, causing you to let out a sob.

mikey pounds into you in a rapid speed– his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust of his hips.

“f-fuck–oh! fuck! ’jiro–!” you squeal, the tip of manjiro’s cock nudged at your clit causing you to let out a muffled moan.

manjiro was moaning against your ears as he thrusts up against your pussy, his cock throbbing in your cunt with every jolt of his hips.

“a-ah— ’m cumming...shiit– g’nna cum inside..! argh—!” with one final thrust, you felt manjiro cumming deep inside you, thick, hot ropes of cum spill into your walls & fill you up.

you soon came right after him with a loud wail of his name.

once mikey pulled out, his seeds started dripping out of your abused cunny, “hah— y/n, love you, fuck– i love you so much” mikey whispered to your past-out body, as he hugged your waist, burying his face on your chest.

CHIFUYU MATSUNO

there was nothing to talk about, the room was silent, you & chifuyu laying down on your bed, staring at the ceiling in silence.

until you decided to ask chifuyu if he has already lost his V-card, chifuyu was like one of your closest friends— you were comfortable with him to talk about anything.

“’fuyu?” chifuyu hummed in response, “did you lose your virginity yet?” your question made chifuyu’s face heat up, his face was red, he was stuttering & couldn’t form one single word right.

you giggled at his reaction, “’s okay ’fuyu, you don’t have to answer,” chifuyu got up & instead sat on the bed, his legs crossed as he looked away from you— “n-no, i didn’t.”

your eyes widened, you’ve never expected chifuyu to be a virgin. “you’re a virgin...?” you tried your hard to surpass a laugh to not embarrass chifuyu but you couldn’t help but let out a slight chuckle.

“shut up! ’s not funny, ’m just too busy!” you shook your head in disapproval, “’s okay chifuyu, ’m also a virgin” a smile formed on your lips, chifuyu let’s out a sigh as a small smile forms on his lips.

“chifuyu, listen, what if i give you my virginity?”

chifuyu stared at you with wide eyes, too shocked to speak.

“w-what’re you talking about!? ’m also a virgin, ’s like also giving you my v-virginity...” a huge grin covered your face as you crawled your way to chifuyu— & seated your self on his lap.

“but, ’fuyu i really want to give it to you!” you started rubbing yourself again chifuyu’s crotch, feeling his dick hardened underneath you.

“w-wait...um, y-y/n?” you hummed in response, “are you s-sure...? you nodded your head repeatedly, “mhm! i already decided! i want to give my virginity to you!” chifuyu felt his ears heat up from your words, a dark faint of red covering his face.

you tugged down chifuyu’s pants, his cock sprung out & slapped against chifuyu’s tummy, you peppered chifuyu’s tip with kisses, causing chifuyu to let out a whimper.

your panties were soaked, the wet damp on you your panties were so visible, chifuyu bought one slender finger & started rubbing them against your wet cunt.

“’fuyu, can‘t wait, put your dick in, please!” you pleaded, chifuyu pinned you down & slide down your panties, he started rubbing the tip against your folds, his fingers teasing & pinching your clit.

chifuyu was sliding his cock against your entrance, still not pushing in causing you to let out a whimper, “’fuyu...please—!” chifuyu suddenly slammed against you, his cock already making you feel so full.

his hips jolting against yours, his cock drags along your gummy walls, he gently rubs your clit with every thrust of his hips— causing you to let out a loud moan of his name.

your walls clenching around chifuyu, which made him let out a groan, “y-y/n— fuck,” he cusses, your cunt sucking him in so good, so well.

chifuyu doesn’t think he’ll last much longer, chifuyu let’s out muffled moans as he sinks himself on your chest, you were gripping on his hair as you also felt your orgasm crushing down.

“’fuyuu—! c-cumming!” with a loud moan of chifuyu’s name, you came all over his grith, heavy & low pants were heard from you as chifuyu continues thrusting against you— chasing his own orgasm.

“s-shit— y/n– fuck!” chifuyu quickly pulls out of your pussy & cums all over your tummy, strings of sticky cum covering your tummy.

chifuyu nuzzled into your neck & started mumbling about how good that felt, “chifuyu, ’m so glad you were my first” you whispered, which made chifuyu’s ear tips turn into a deep shade of red, “’m glad too,” chifuyu whispered back.

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