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buccini555 · 5 months

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𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: "𝐏𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲"

≡ You invited all your friends to your birthday party but only they came

♡ ⠂⠂୨୧ H e a d c a n o n s

⌕ 𝑭𝒕. Hanma Shuji, Kisaki Tetta, Takeomi Akashi, Wakasa Imaushi, Shinichiro Sano, Mitsuya Takashi, Hakkai Shiba and Taiju Shiba

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝.𝟷 | 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝.𝟸

‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊

Just when you were losing all hope of anyone coming to your party, Hanma showed up completely late with some flowers in his hands.

"Happy birthday! Wait... Are you crying?" He wouldn't even realize how late he was, much less that there was no one there, however, as soon as he came to his senses, he realized that none of the guests had attended your party.

"What the fuck are they thinking? Damn! I'm sorry, but, well... At least I'm here with you, it's not a big deal, but at least I am." Even though Shuji didn't show his feelings much, he would be a little sad seeing you so hurt at your own birthday party, so he did his best to cheer you up, handing you the small bouquet of flowers and covering you with hugs and caresses throughout the day.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐓𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊

Kisaki would be the first guest to arrive at your party, he would shyly hand you your gift and kiss your cheek, as time passed, he realized that no one else would come.

"I'm sorry for no one came..." He would hug you, gently comforting you until you calmed down, that situation made him feel incapable, since the only thing he could do for you was just stay by your side.

"I'm not going to let those bastards ruin your birthday, we can celebrate together, I know I'm not the best person for this, but... I'll do anything for you." Kisaki would say, resting you on his chest and stroking your hair subtly, spending the rest of the day being affectionate like never before.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊

Having spent the night before drinking, on your birthday Takeomi would wake up dazed from the feeling of post-drinking, for this reason, even if he was late, he couldn't help but attend your birthday party.

"I'm here, my little princess, do you think I would miss your birthday?" Takeomi would hug you as soon as you opened the door, without even noticing the fact that you were crying, however, when he realized that the room was empty and you were ending up in tears, the older realized that only he had attended to celebrate your party.

"Bunch of fuckers... No one came, right? No need to cry, I'm just here for you, hm? I'll teach them a lesson later..." Takeomi would speak, comforting you in any way he could, after that, he would celebrate your birthday by your side, even forgetting about his drinking headache.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊

"Am I too early, my princess?" Wakasa would say when he arrived at your birthday party and saw that there was absolutely no one but you and he, at that same moment, you hugged him, when he observed the sadness in your expression, he realized that none of the guests had shown up.

"... Holy shit, how did they have the cowardice to do this to you? I'm not going to allow some useless people to ruin your birthday." He would speak in a low and crestfallen tone, caressing your face and gently wiping away each of your tears, even though the older didn't express himself so easily, he was definitely determined to make you happy again.

"I'm here... I don't want to see those beautiful eyes full of tears again." After comforting you and cheering you up at least a little, Wakasa and you would stay together, eating the party's sweets and snacks while he would hug and kiss you every minute.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊

Shinichiro always took your birthday really seriously, always being the first to wish you a "happy birthday", for that reason, the boy would definitely be the first to attend your birthday party, giving you your favorite gift and some beautiful flowers, it would take a long time for Shinichiro to notice the disappointment in your eyes when he came to the conclusion that no one else would come to his birthday party.

"H-hey... Don't cry, don't let them ruin your party. I'm here, I'll always be..." The same would say with the intention of consoling you, then hugging you and giving you all the affection possible until you finally calm down.

Shinichiro would really be there for you and for you, celebrating your party as if nothing had gone wrong, you and him would have fun eating all the chocolate cake and cheese snacks.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊

Mitsuya would definitely take his little sisters to celebrate your birthday, being the first to arrive, Mana and Luna would give you your gift, right after, Mitsuya would wish you congratulations with a subtle kiss on your cheek, as time went by, no one in addition to the three, he had arrived at your celebration and as soon as the boy noticed the sadness in your eyes, he felt even worse.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry... But, we're here to celebrate with you." He would say, giving you a tight hug, trying to cheer you up even if it didn't seem possible.

Throughout the day, Mitsuya would try hard to keep you distracted from the event, you would actually have fun together even more with the presence of the sweet little girls, he would be as attentive as always, making you feel much better.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊𝐇𝐚𝐤𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊

"S-sorry! I ended up being so late that everyone already left-" You would interrupt Hakkai with a tight hug and as soon as he noticed your face full of tears, he would realize that no one had attended your party birthday, at that moment, the tallest just returned the hug, leaving the gift he had bought you aside for a brief moment.

"...I'm sorry, don't cry, please." He would say being heartbroken to see you crying exactly on the day you should be smiling, even without knowing what to do or how to act, Hakkai would be determined not to let that day end in even more sadness.

Hakkai would remain by your side throughout the day trying to cheer you up in any way he could, you would eat cake together and the taller one would spend the day telling you random facts about his stressful routine just to get a few smiles from you.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐣𝐮 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊

"I hope I was the first to come and honor my little doll's birthday." Taiju really wasn't the affectionate type of guy, however, for your birthday, he would at least try to be less cold, ending up being the first to arrive and showering you with the most varied gifts and flowers of every color he could find, despite furthermore, when Taiju realized that time was passing and no one else showed up for his party, he began to get angry, even more so when he saw you crying because of this fact.

"You don't need to cry like that, I'm here! Then I'll personally try to teach your colleagues a lesson." Taiju would say in a serious and threatening tone, somewhat worried about your condition, his heart that felt like iron melted like butter when he saw how much it had affected you.

"God! How did they have the courage to do that to you..." He would finally give in and end up hugging you in search of comforting you, Taiju would become the most affectionate maid possible on that date to simply not end up destroying your long-awaited birthday.

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httpshujii · 3 months

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𝐖𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀 𝐁𝐨𝐰 𝐀𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐩 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐰 In which . . . Pink bows.

〔CW〕 — Kissing, Shuji's muscles, pet names (babe and baby)

〔AN〕 — I did it @white-poppie

Hanma can’t say no to that pout. The way you jut your bottom lip out, how your eyes magically shine beneath the light of your room, and how your brows furrow. It’s his biggest weakness. With a loud groan and a punch to the face of your plushie, to which you gasp at, he looks at you for three long seconds.

“You’re not gonna give up are you?”

“Nope.”

Another sigh and a glance up at you and your cute little face, “Fuck you.” He grumbles as he sticks his arm out and lifts his sleeve to expose his bicep.

“You love me so much,” You hum in response, sitting down next to him and adjusting the position of his arm, “flex it a little please?”

Shuji obeys and you start tying the pretty pink ribbon around his tightened muscle. When you’re done, you smile happily and clap your hands, feeling content.

“So pretty Shu!”

“I guess..”

With a small hug from you, his exterior softens and he only holds you closer. Only to slam you down on the bed and hover over you to capture your lips in a greedy kiss.

When you pull away to catch your breath, he kisses your cheeks, “What’s gotten into you all of a sudden?”

“Sugar rush,” He states simply, “you’re so sweet baby.”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“Doesn’t matter, you’re cute.”

Heat caresses your cheeks and a small proud smile paints your face as he pulls away to look at the bow tied around his bicep, “Is this like your way of claiming me or something?”

“Just thought it was cute.”

“Right.”

“I swear!”

“Shh, don’t swear.”

More kisses were gifted to you that night, and a well deserved sleep for the both of you.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠: @natdu @linalilalu @kitorin @chigirizzz

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moth-nana · 5 months

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Christmas invite

Hanma Shuji x gn!reader

Summary: Inviting him to your house for Christmas by your parents reguest.

A Cristmas short for the Christmas lovers!

Words: 739

You and Shuji had been dating for five months now and you had finally mentioned him to your parents.

Your parents were so excited for you to finally have a significant other so they instantly told you to bring him as a plus one to the family Christmas. You were nervous since you knew that your relatives could be sometimes really intrusive with their questions.

“You should really invite him.” Your mom tried to get you to agree and your dad was nodding his head.

“I don’t know if you will like him, though…” You mumbled before your mom gave you that ‘mom knows better’ look.

“I think we are the judges of that.” she stated as she pointed at her and your dad. “If he is not good for you we will kick him out.” Your dad added and you gave him a nervous look. “We are good as long as he is not some kind of trouble maker.” He added. You gave them a nervous smile.

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“Fuck this.” You mumble as you watch Shuji talking to some of his friends and Kisaki.

You were seriously doubting if you should ask him to spend Christmas at your house. It wasn’t like you two had been dating that long and he hadn’t even met your parents before. You had sneaked him into your room at the start of your relationship but he never had entered the house from the front door nor been found out by anyone at your house.

You see how Kisaki Tetta made his way from Shuji towards the nearest convenience store. Shuji turned towards you and flashed you something between a smirk and a smile before starting to walk towards you.

“You seem to be in your thoughts.” He stated before adding “Am I that good looking~”

You gave him a side eye before a sight left your lips. “I needed to ask you if you would like to spend your Christmas at my place with my family.” You didn’t look at him as you spoke but you could feel how his lips had curved into a smirk.

“Is my darling finally going to introduce me to their family?” He tased and leaned his head on top of yours.

You huffed before moving so you could look him into the eyes.

“My parents insisted on me asking you,” You tell him, not breaking eye contact with him before continuing. “The worst is that it’s not just me and my parents but also some of our relatives.”

He chuckled. “That would be my pleasure, darling. I promise they will love me.” He joked with a smirk on his face before pecking your forehead.

“The last thing that they said was and i quote ‘we are good as long as he is not a troublemaker.’” You huff. “And that is something I know you can’t hide at all.”

“Would it be so bad if they would see how wonderful your secret boyfriend is?~”

“I know you would lose it, at least, with my grandfather if not the others.” You were giving him a stern look.

“But now that I have been invited by your parents I will attend~”

———

“And then they pulled Santa Claus's fake beard off his face to prove a point!” Your grandpa was telling Shuji how you pulled Santa Claus’s beard off when you were six to prove that he was the fake one since you had seen him get out of a gray car as you were watching from the window ten minutes before.

“And then they threw it into the ground and started to cry because it wasn’t the real Santa!”

You could admit that you were entirely wrong when you thought that your grandpa would not like Shuji. Your grandpa seemed to love Shuji even though your dad looked like he wasn’t pleased by him. As soon as your dad saw that he had tattoos on his hands he turned to look at you with narrow eyes before giving Shuji a tight handshake.

But it was a good Christmas and one of the most memorable of them all. Shuji got along with your grandpa and most of your cousins and that was all that mattered. You all had fun.

"Shuji, I love you." was the last thing you said to him that night and ended up having a make out session at the front steps of your parents house.

a/n: I haven't been posting anything in a while and I'm sorry about that. School has been taking a lot of time but now I have been having more time to write🙏😌

#hanma shuji #hanma shuji x reader #hanma x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x gn!reader #hanma tokyo revengers #shuji hanma #tokyo rev x reader

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verslxt · 4 months

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thinkin bout sugar daddy!hanma who loves to see his little princess happy wether that takes 10K on a new purse or shoes or $3 on a condom

thinkin bout sugar daddy!hanma who loves to see you just try and top him, he loves it. the way you look so tiny over top of him, riding him

thinkin bout sugar daddy!hanma who knows hes a sugar daddy, and doesn't care at all

thinkin bout sugar daddy!hanma who loves to see his little princess in pleasure, he loves when you scrunch your face up when your about to cum

thinkin bout sugar daddy!hanma who picks you up from your collage campus in a jaguar and doesn't even give any amount of attention to the girls who come up to his car unless its you

thinkin bout sugar daddy!hanma who loves to see you scrunch your face whenever you see ex friends of yours and/or exes

thinkin bout sugar daddy!hanma who teases you all the time around his friends

thinkin bout sugar daddy!hanma who wants to breed your sweet little pussy so bad

thinkin bout sugar daddy!hanma who makes you wear that cute little sundress he bought you with nothing underneath

#hanma smut #hanma shuji #hanma x reader #hanma tokyo revengers

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bluerskiees · 1 year

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Tokrev men reacting to a stranger saying you deserve better :) 🌬💙

Would sob and tell you how much he loves you, how pretty you are and basically shower you with so many compliments

MIKEY, CHIFUYU, TAKEMITCHY, MIKEY, SHINCHIRO, HAKKAI.

Would pretend to not be affected by it, but deep down thinks you deserve better.

KAKUCHO, DRAKEN, MUCHO, SEISHU, RINDO, KOKO, NAOTO, KEIUKE, SHINCHIRO, WAKASA, MITSUYA, IZANA.

Would give them a disgusting glare until they back away. "Thought so..... you're only mine, I'm only yours. No one can be in between"

SANZU, MIKEY, KAWATA TWINS, SOUTH, HANMA, PAH AND PEH, MITSUYA.

"Says the one who can't even keep a single gf/bf" 🙄

HANMA, RAN, BAJI, SHION,

Makes a random 'ur mom' or 'deez nutsz' joke outta nowhere and confuses the shit for everyone.

HANMA, RAN.

Would break their bones.

TAIJU, IZANA.

"Well..... im smarter than that. She deserves to be treated like a princess, and that's what I do. Our Bedroom is the only exception tho. She likes it rough yk"

RAN, HANMA, TAIJU.

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hornyimpulsivity · 11 months

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drew this half a year ago for my bf's bday cus Shuji's his ✨daddy✨ but kinda forgot ab it so sharing it now

#shuji hanma #hanma shuji #tr #tokyo revengers #hanma tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fanart #i drew dis #his hair be kinda meh #and gave him a wrong bellybutton #and the dragon underwear...#...if you know you know

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khadiiii · 5 months

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'i got a girlfriend' -Hanma shuji

you decide to mess with your drunk boyfriend..

Hanma shuji was always down to get drunk.

'and then i punched him right in the face...you shoulda fuckin' seen it doll' shuji laughs boisterously in your direction, not caring about the people around him.Typical.

'seriously blood everywhere..' You cant help but laugh and mockingly put your hand on his shoulder, a light flush shading his face..

'you alright?' you chuckle at his more than tipsy state. Hanma rolls his eyes knowing you were poking fun at him

'm fine.. *hiccup* only been a few drinks..'

his words are more than slurred as he turns his head to look you in the eye-just to stick his tongue out at you. you nod and snicker,giving him a sarcastic thumbs up 'a few...totally..' he swats your hand away and calls for another drink-a sly grin cracks on your face a new idea to mess with him coming to you... 'm going to the bathroom shuji...' you stand up speaking with your normal innocent tone 'yeah,yeah be quick baby..' his voice is gruff and strained...cigarettes and alcohol aren't a good pair..

Hanma is a possessive man..he like to have nice things to himself...as much as he looks and sounds like a player...he'll never leave someone he truly likes (hes a loyal mf basically)

....So when you emerge from the bathroom 20 minutes later with your hair done slightly differently and a pair of shades on, you find him slumped in the same spot staring down into his glass,head lulling forwards waiting patiently for you...but shuji was drunk out of his mind..so much that he couldn't see straight and his eyes became watery making everything a blur.. You approach him slowly, snickering quietly and run your finger along his back..putting on a slightly new voice to trick him

'hey there, handsome~'...you coo to him..voice like honey.. it takes Hanma a few moments to register your touch, his body shaking a little from the large volume of alcohol in his system..he coughs once,then twice then sputters drunkenly with his raspy and slightly intimidating voice... 'the hell...?'

'....dont touch me'

you fight to hold back a chuckle and trail your finger to his shoulder lightly caressing his bicep which you know he likes 'woah..easy mister..i-'

'i got a girlfriend.' his eyes remain deeply focused on the liquid in his glass, head rocking forward as he tries to stable himself.

'yeah? i dont see her...'

'then look for her...shes wearin a blue...' hanmas drunken words trail off as he stares intensely into his glass...he takes a few moments to turn his head and you stay silent in the hopes he'll realise.. His eyes wander...to the left of you,then to the right and even above your head..looking intently for something

'shes wearin a...' he mumbles,still looking around for..well,you.Finally he shifts his gaze to you, looking kinda defeated...

'a blue...shirt...?'....his eyes widen slightly as he takes hold of the fabric of your shirt, tugging you towards him...he grins at you and starts giggling like a little girl

'y/n!!' his giggles turn to laughs..as you finally speak back in your regular voice-taking off your shades

'you took your time didnt you?'

'ughhh you're a little shit....' he groans in annoyance, keeping an arm around your hips as you stood next to him....'i thought you were lost'

'you only cared about the fact i was lost and not that a smoking hot babe was hitting on you..?....we have different priorities huh?' he giggles some more, giving a light kiss to your side and nodding drunkenly.

'im gonna get you back baby...ya made me think i got hoes...hehe ♡'

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#hanma shuji #tokyo rev fluff #shuji hanma #hanma tokyo revengers #hanma x reader #tr hanma #tokyo revengers #shuji hanma icons #hanma shuuji x you #hanma shuuji x reader

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youngprincesstiger · 2 years

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THEY ARE SO CUTE AF AAAHHHH

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b0nten · 10 months

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HEY, MONA LISA, COME HOME

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i’ll manage, i’m a big boy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

you jump up, paintbrush flying into his face.

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

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

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

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nightfallsolace · 5 months

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Our Little Secret// Hanma Shuji x Reader || Chapter 2

in which (Y/n) Ryuguji Draken’s little sister, has a hidden affair with one of their enemies, Hanma Shuji.

The music was blasting trough your headphones, you knew if someone walked into your room they would hear the raging music all the way from the door frame. You didnt want to lower the volume, it was perfectly fine. Yes sure there was a risk that you could potentially go deaf but thats only pontential, it wont come true anytime soon. Yet despite not wanting to lower the volume you had to anyways, after all your older brother could knock at the door at any given moment and tough the sound would be lowered by the sensual moans in the room beside you, there was still thatslight chance and you didnt want to worry your dear brother.

While you were turning down the volume a notification popped up on the top of the screen, the contact read "Wanna be Annabelle" and you groaned not wanting to deal with that Wednesday Addams rip-off

"Hey (n/n) wanna go and hangout? "

You scoffed at his audacity, seriously? In broad daylight he'd invite you to fight when he knows youd rather jump off a cliff now than let yourself be known, it'd ruin the years of eefort of concealing the fact you werent just some clumsy little girl hiding behind his big strong brother's back. The three dots appeard on the bottom left of the screen as another message popped up

"i know youve read my message :)"

As much as you wanted to leave the man on read you couldn't because he knew who you really were and any day now he could tell your dear old precious older brother, and he wouldnt actually belive a word rannabelle would say he would still give the benefit of doubt, Ken-chin's a brute but hes not stupid.

"and by hang out you mean go and dislodge some joints? why should I accept your invite? What even will i get from this?"

Sent.

"dont be mad princess you know i wouldn't invite you for a friendly beat up session with no proper excuse"

There was a pause before the phone rang the iconic "ding"

"The group's harassed alot girls in the area bannering around their petty little title and evn used me and Rin-rin's name, CAN YOU BELIVE IT? THE AUDACITY THOSE ASSHOLES HAVE--

Anyways im sure youd love to beat them up due to their background, and to top it all off, they've been collecting money from old ladies off the street"

Your face contoured in disgust and anger, they even targeted GRANNIES?? DO THESE MEN HAVE NO HEART??

"fine, but when i get there i better have a (favorite drink) and starberry shortcake with the extra jam and cream or im shoving your batton up your ass.

Meet me at our usual cafe. "

Sent.

Read.

" ah yes, there's the woman with anger issues ive grown to love"

You scoffed with disbelief

"atleast I havent been charged with murder."

You didnt wait for a reply and got up to get ready, throwing on some cloud spun stockings and a a pretty pink skirt, putting on a cycling for extra measure to make sure no would could peek. You quickly did your eyeliner and applied a heavy coating of strawberry lip balm cause your lips were dry as hell and it was starting to hurt.

You threw on the sweater your brother had given you a few months back as a congratulations present for being the top student in your class, it was a nice shade of pastel yellow and had a few blue and pink accents here and there. You grabbed one of your wigs and a cap gently placing it in your bag.

You sent a text your older brother saying you'll be going to Roppongi and will be back before midnight and got a "ok, stay safe, message me when you get there." as a reply.aWith that done you walked you way to the nearest train station greeting a few classmates along the way. You made pyour way to the counter to purchase a ticket and wait for a solid 5 minutes before the train to Roppongi was called, the train was pretty croweded considering it was the weekends and there was a new shopping mall that just oppened in the area. It was suprisingly quick considering the travel time was normay longer and slower, you got off the train not before helping an old lady get to the platform.

You walked trough the busy streets of Roppongi passing several small stalls and a few several malls, the streets were busy and loud, music blasting from each store front the boisterous music competing in volume trying its best to attarct the most customers, even in the day this place is always so loud and livey. You stopped at a cafe in the near outskirts of the main city, it was less loud and had more of a calm feel to it, youd prefer this place than the city anyday. As you got closer to the cafe you spotted a man with long black hair with bleached accents stiiting under one of the purple parasols shading the tables and chairs outside the cafe, instead of his normal pigtails, his hair was held up in an elegant bun and wore a fold framed non-perscription glasses. You called out to the man and he shot a look your way

"Ah there you ar-"

"my food?"

"yeah yeah here" the man handed you a bag of (f/d) and strawberry shortcake with extra jam and cream

"good" you opened the bag to inspect the contects to see if it actually had extra cream and jam, and once you finished you smiled satisfied. "thank you"

His face showed pure "genuine" shock "You?! Thanking me?! Oh my i must be dreaming, have you had a change of heart? Oh ive been blessed!" he dramatically put his hand on his mouth and prentented to faint "someone catch me this is to overwhelming!" he fell backwards and you had to catch him despite your raging urge to let him fall. "get up Ran you're heavy" you push him upwards to help him stand up and he stood with a huff and brushed himself off even tough he didnt even fall.

"where's Rin? You said looking around "I tought he'd be here" Ran scoffed in disbelief "Wow im the one whos standing right here beside you and you look for my brother? Im hurt (n/n) " you shook your head and took out the (f/d) from the bag opening the can

"well thats because his attitude is more tolerable than yours"

Before he could have time to reply you dragged him out of the cafe's property and led him to the alley near by.

"enough folling around I plan on tending to my plants before going home, where are the guys you were talking about" he pulled out his phone and searched for a bit before placing the phone in your hands, "thats where they usually are, i got it from some residents around here" you looked at the picture and the coordiantes "and how are we going to get there?" he smiled big and toothy

"I tought youd never ask, were taking my bike" you took your bag and pulled out the wig and cap you brought "I tough so" you tied your hair up and put on the cap, placing the wig and appliying a bit of wig glue around the rim to make sure it wont fall of during the ride.

"kay im done let's go" the two of you walked to where his bike was parked back at the cafe, he got on the bike and revved it up and signalled you to hop on. The two of you sped trough the streets of roppongi

"AH- PLEASE-" you stomped on the man's nose as his blood gargled in his nose as he struggled to breath.

"please? Pathetic, look at you begging for me to stop, to listen to your pleas, but tell me, did you listen to all those women who said no?" you crouched down to reach the man's height

"did you listen when they told you that it hurt, or was uncomfortable with what you were doing?" the man stayed silent, his breathing was ragged and rough.

" i asked you a question." a hard blow landed on the mans stomach as he wheezed in pain, unable to scream due to the damage done to his body.

"NO- I DIDNT-- IM SOR-" a painful smack hit him across the face.

" it shouldnt be me you should be apologizing to, its all the women youve hurt and scared" you looked at Ran and answered as if he already knew what you were thinking.

" no i dont have the women's adresses or names, i never received any info on it" you frowned dissapointed

"well i guess we'll just have to end this guys misery dont we?" he smiled at you and looked blankly at the man

" you do the honors" the man panic thinking this would be the last moment he would breath, but in reality you were just going to make him pass out, unlike ran you were "merciful" to those you beat up. You punched his face hard and blunt knocking him out.

"my job here is done, drive me to the station?"

"whats the magic word? ~" the man sang annoyingly, you really really wanted to punch this guy's guts right now and leave him cold and passed out but you didnt wnat to walk to the train station. You chcked the time on your watch and the clocked flashed 4:45, it was pretty decent since you left at around 10 in the morning. You sighed defeated really not wanting to walk.

"Ran will you please drive me to the station?" he smiled content, "alright".

You got on his bike and he sped his way trough the streets ince again and dropped you off at the station. The two of you bid your goodbyes and you had told him to say hi to Rindou for you, he simply smiled and left. The ride home was tahnkfully peaceful, you had wipped your shoes and removed your wig at the stations bathroom and discarded the tissues in the bin. You opened your phone to find several missed calls from your older brother.

"shit I forgot to text him" you muttered under your breath. You called him and sent apologetic looks to the people around you, bowing at them because of the ruckus you'll cause.

"hello? Aniki?" you kept your voice hushed and low.

"are you ok? you didnt text me and i was starting to get worried" you smiled at his reaction, your brother was a man that had a tough facade, which scared people, it made them think he was just a mean gangster, but in reality, he was extrenly kind and caring to those he loves and holds dear.

"yes im ok, im sorry for not texting you when i got there, i forgot" he sighed relieved.

"its alright just make sure to get home safe" "dont worry I will, i gotta hang up im on the train, love you"

"love ya to (n/n) keep safe" a long beep was heard as he hung up, you once again bowed and sent apologetic bows to the people in the train and they simply bowed back, well more like nodded but what is is what it is. You got off the train and walked your way towards one of the nearby beaches where you had set up your own makeshift garden, it was littered with nightshades and foxgloves, which you sold after you processed it extracting its poision and seeling it a pretty decent price. Was it illegal? Yes, yes it was, could it pottentially get you in trouble? Yes, yes it could, and could it pottentially be a gateway to a more darker path in life presumably in the mafia of a larger crime gang? Yes, yes in fact.

You turned left to where the big stone which was hiding the plants only to see a man standing in the patches of nightshades and foxgloves. You stopped in your tracks, usually no one was there, infact, the only person who ever came there was you. Maybe it was the fact that it was a pretty secluded area, and the fact that atleast 6 murders happened there, including the nightshade poisoning incident, people were advised not to go. But there stood a figure looming in the darkness, you were readey to fight as you got closer you were able to make up who was the man standing in your garden, and there he was, in all his glory Hanma Shuji.

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He no no wanna :(

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buccini555 · 7 months

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𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲

₊˚ ໑ 𝟎.𝟏 : 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲

₊˚ ໑ : You found out you were pregnant, but were afraid to tell them, but they ended up finding out

₊˚ ໑ : H e a d c a n o n s !

₊˚ ໑ : 𝑭𝒕. Izana Kurokawa, Hanma Shuji, Kisaki Tetta, Taiju Shiba and Inui Seishu

tw: pregnancy, unplanned pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms, daddy issues, mention of abandonment, angst, fluff, sensitive topics and I think that's all?

𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

Izana definitely wouldn't take long to find out, at first he didn't even want to accept that fact, but little by little the idea entered his mind.

"Isn't there anything you wanted to tell me? Don't lie to me, I'll just ask once." He questioned while caressing his face, Izana was never as affectionate as she was being at that very moment, even so, you just looked away and shook your head, denying the fact that you were hiding something.

"... You don't need to be afraid to tell me, I already know everything, you shouldn't underestimate me, you know that." In a calm and subtle tone of voice, he began to speak again, giving you a small, still awkward hug.

"I'm sorry for hiding this from you Izana..." You said, still fearing for Izana's reaction, even though he seemed so calm, his mood changed every second.

"I promise I'll be the father I never had the chance to have, thank you for giving me the greatest gift I could ever receive." Izana hugged you with even more desire, but being completely careful, he said in a few words, not being able to contain himself from giving a subtle smile despite still being insecure about the unexpected news.

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢

He would notice your change in behavior almost immediately, Hanma despite not seeming to care much, pays attention to each of your customs and ways, Hanma suspected your pregnancy as soon as you started to feel sick.

"What the fuck is happening to you? Did you eat somethin-" Hanma looked at you, still without completing his speech, he seemed to have come to his senses at that very moment, anyway, it wouldn't take long for him to find out.

"Baby... Are you pregnant? Fuck..." His tone of voice changed instantly, the taller one seemed distressed by such a thought, as soon as you found the courage, you just nodded.

"It's okay, don't cry, do you really think I'm going to leave you and my son? I would think so too, but I won't." Unexpectedly, Hanma gave you a hug, he was clearly a little nervous, but he tried to be as cool as possible.

"...I know I'll never be the right guy for you, but thank you for giving me a family." He said, still hugging you, completely losing his tough guy attitude.

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐓𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚

Kisaki realized it even before you showed any symptoms, he was always attentive to each of your behaviors and knew your body like no one else.

"Are you really going to keep lying to me and say you're not hiding something?" Kisaki questioned you in a completely threatening tone, making you afraid of your reaction, knowing that there was no point in lying, you just told the truth.

He was completely silent for a brief moment, trying to hide the sea in his eyes.

"... I'm sorry... I don't know how to react to such news." Kisaki gave you a light hug, stroking your hair gently and giving you great relief.

"I hope I don't fail as a father either, I sincerely hope to be the best father to our baby, I'm sorry if I can't be enough!" It was the last thing Kisaki managed to say before he started crying like you had never seen him before.

𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐣𝐮 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚

It would take Taiju a while to notice, but once he noticed the changes in your behavior, he was sure to discover the fact that you were pregnant.

"Lying to me?" He questioned, holding your arm less tightly than he usually did and looking you straight into your eyes with a reproachful look.

"N-no." You responded in a brief speech, fearing for the taller man's reaction at that moment, knowing that he would not stop being aggressive towards you even though you were pregnant.

"I believe that having a child would be one of the greatest blessings I could receive, one day I will be a great father, I'm sure of it!" Taiju said shortly afterwards, pausing his speech.

When you finally felt relief upon hearing Taiju speak, without expecting it you just heard him say the cruelest thing he could.

"I will be a good father, but not now! Get rid of this mistake, you better obey me." That was all he said before leaving.

𝐈𝐧𝐮𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐮

Inupi was always extremely careful with you, noticing the change in his behavior made him fully aware of your pregnancy, but everything was confirmed the day he saw you feel really bad.

"I-I know it's not something I should ask in such an invasive way, but, are you pregnant?" The taller one asked, holding his hand while you remained lying on top of your bed, as lying was never a good option, you just told the truth.

"I'm sorry..." shaking your head in affirmation, you replied, noticing the complete silence on Inui's part.

"Y-you should have told me before, I... I don't think I've ever felt so happy in my entire life!" Seishu definitely didn't show feelings easily, but he really tried hard, making you feel relieved at his reaction.

"Don't make your mother sick, we have to take care of her together." He said, resting his head on your belly and giving you small caresses.

"I'm sure that you, me and our baby will be happy together, I will do my best for us, our little family." Still with a smile, he said again.

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httpshujii · 9 months

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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 彡 In which . . . Hanma Shuji falls in love.

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〔CW〕 — Usage of pet names, mentions of smoking, cursing, first kisses, suggestive themes. long fic (4k words), reader gets called 'Paradise'

〔AN〕 — This is basically me projecting, except I'm not academically smart :D

Hanma Shuji doesn’t believe in love. And he surely doesn’t expect to be loved. And he’s fine with that.

Hanma Shuji went in the wrong at a young age. Falling under the influence of manipulative bliss. Tip of cigarette between sharp teeth, flicker of lighter, and inhaling smoke through mouth, exhaling through nose. Living on the life line of the strong taste of tobacco, the smell of blood, and the sweet intoxication of walking through the streets of Tokyo.

Hanma Shuji walked nights till the crack of dawn. Causing trouble here and there, minding his own business there and here.

Hanma Shuji being a usual delinquent in the lit up streets of Tokyo.

Typical Monday, Shuji sat at the back of the empty classroom. School shirt unbuttoned over a white tank top. Unlit cigarette hanging through his teeth as the early sun caressed his face.

Sighing, he closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He doesn't usually go to school. Thinks it's too wasteful, he'd much rather pick on younger students in the streets, but no one's available at 6 in the morning.

Shuji didn't sleep last night. Or any night.

"Bored.." He murmured to himself. And just as he was about to leave the class and head back home, a pretty little thing caught his attention.

Bag in your hand and a sweater draped over your other arm.

Your eyes land on him and his cigarette.

"Oh..sorry, didn't think anyone would be here." Shy giggles and hesitant steps take you to your seat that's two rows ahead of his.

You waste no time in placing your bag on your chair and you walk out with your sweater.

The boy's gaze never left your figure. Cat-like eyes stuck on you the whole time. Observing, studying, memorizing. And he's glad you don't notice.

He knows who you are. Everyone knows who you are.

And everyone loved you...Shuji hated that.

How can anyone say they love a girl who was known for her intelligence and her charisma when most of the time nobody knows you as a person?

And that was your thought as you walked around the school. Your beige sweater now on, earphones in ears, and you allow the music to take over you...

Ecstasy carrying layers of notes of different pitches, blissfully pleasing your hearing as the sun rose and started its day.

An hour later and you're back in class, writing down the notes you need to write. This endless cycle continues for the rest of the day, even through lunch you spend your time tutoring other students because you're asked to do so by the teachers.

You're the star student and every teacher's helpful tutor. You can't say you didn't like it because you find enjoyment while helping others.

But it was a bore sometimes...

And so, the day goes by…

Write notes, read, highlight, repeat.

The final period of the day arrives and it somehow goes faster than usual. Just as the bell finally rings…

“Hanma, y/n, could you two come here for a moment?” Your teacher asks as her fingers skim through papers.

Walking towards the desk, you feel a looming presence stand next to you. Your eyes dare dart upwards to see who this Hanma is.

You hear the name everyday when the teacher checks the attendance. Usually there’s no response, and you never paid any mind to his presence.

Your eyes scan over his features quickly. Hair styled up, dangling earring, pointy nose, and hypnotizing golden eyes.

“Y/n I’d like for you to sit with Hanma for the upcoming lesson, and I’d appreciate it if you went over the previous lessons with him as well.”

Groaning internally, you nod politely.

While awkwardly exchanging numbers with Hanma, you couldn’t help but notice the tattoos that decorated his hands. Sin and Punishment. His veins bulge as he typed his digits into your phone. Heat pools at your stomach and you’re forced to look away.

“So, tomorrow at the library after school, sound good?”

“Yeah whatever..” His voice exhales smoky rings of husks. Rumbling down to your heart, making it sprint in place.

Gulping down the sudden lump, grabbing your phone from his hand.

“I-I’ll text you the schedule.”

“Sure.”

“See you.” Waving back at him, you look to see if he’d do the same.

He flicks two fingers at you as a wave and gives you a tired excuse of a smile.

The next day comes faster than expected. Your loafers clap against the tiled floor of the halls. Making your way to the library, you’re surprised to find Hanma already there sitting on one of the many tables.

But…

He’s asleep.

The worst possible scenario.

Is having to wake him up when he looks so peaceful.

What to do? What to do?

Okay.

The options that you have include the following:

A. Wake him up.

B. Leave without an explanation.

C. Leave and text him an apology saying that something came up.

D. None of the above.

You choose D. I can’t just leave him…

But this isn’t like you. The boy barely has any interest in you and you’re aware of that. So why?

Why do you want to wait for him to wake up?

Is it because…

You want to listen to his steady breaths?

Or watch the rise and fall of his chest…

Maybe it’s to stare at him as his eyes flutter.

No, that’s just creepy.

You know what…

Your steps walk towards the table and you start working. Trying so hard to carefully flip the pages of your notebook. Taking your time writing down notes. Stealing glances at him every now and then.

Just enjoying his sleeping presence.

An hour passes, you don’t realize it.

But when you’re about to steal another glance at him, he’s already staring at you.

And oh…

How pretty he looks.

Hair disheveled, eyes hooded, and an unknown emotion swimming in his eyes. Heat pools in your stomach at the sight of him. A good moment passes until he decides to speak…

“Staring is rude y’know.”

“Well you’re staring too.”

“You’re staring as if I look like some monster or somethin’.”

“I’m not!”

“You’re being loud.” “Because you’re making me irritated.” Huffing, you cross your arms.

“Cute…” He hums as he nuzzles into the crook of his elbow, his eyes close momentarily before opening again.

Cute.

Such a complicated word. Hard to know what he’s referring to at this moment.

“Can we start?” You ask, lifting a page in your notebook, indicating you’re fed up and he just gives you a nod.

An hour passes. Shuji hasn’t taken out any notebook or book or pen. But you didn’t question it, at least he’s listening.

“Do you get it?”

“Mhm..”

. . .

“Do you?”

“No.”

A sigh and a pinch to the bridge of your nose.

“Like okay, I get everything yeah? But this part is kinda confusing.” He points to a graph in your book and starts listing what he finds hard.

But you’re barely paying attention.

Well, you are. But on him.

The way he’s leaning over the table, one of his elbows propping his head, as his fist sinks into his cheek. The way his finger taps against your book, your wandering eyes trailing over to his hand. Punishment. Your mind thinks of what his tattoo could possibly mean.

“So for example if this question comes in an exam, how do i answer it?” He asks peering up at you now.

You stare at each other for a few seconds.

“Pretty..” He whispers, he lifts his hand to brush it over the plush of your cheek. But pulling away a moment later, as though you’re too delicate to be touched by his sinful hands.

You didn’t sleep early that night. The phantom of his touch still lingers on you. He left right after you gave him the answer to his question. And you received a text from him once you got home.

“I think I know why everyone calls you Paradise.”

It’s an alias used by students when addressing you.

“Hey Paradise! Can you explain this to us?”

“Paradise, why don’t you come sing karaoke with us tonight?”

Paradise this, paradise that.

You don’t even know why they call you that.

Paradise is…it’s the sprinkle of golden specks across the night sky, it’s the warmth of fire, the coolness of snowflakes. Paradise is long strokes of a paintbrush going down a canvas, the soft washes of waves over the sand, the peaceful layer between the wake and the sleep. Paradise is the intoxicating scent of mysterious glances and peach flavored kisses.

Paradise is anything but you. You have the looks, the brains, everything. But you aren’t the person that you want to be. Being the perfect image for people that don’t bother enough to get to know you is draining. You don’t have friends that last long, you can’t talk to anyone about your day because no one asks, sure you have your parents, but you thrive to hold onto something that would belong to you and you only.

“Why?” You texted him that an hour ago. And as the night continued, sleep taking over, and the rings of the alarm blaring your ears off, you woke up to nothing. Not a text back, not even seen.

“How’s the progress with Shuji going?”

“Good, he’s good at memorizing and catches on quickly.”

“That’s good. You may leave now.”

A long sigh escapes you the moment you close the door of the classroom. Today is colder than usual, and today is worse than usual.

“Someone seems pissed.” The familiar smoky rings of husks. The same playful lilt. And the intimidating sight of Hanma Shuji fills your stomach with butterflies.

It’s been a month since you met him and he texted you every day. Asking if you’re gonna continue studying after school in the library. But he never once answered your question. However, he started sitting with you daily. He changed his seat to sit right next to you, he would sit with you during lunch time and he’d even go as far to buy you a drink from the vending machines.

You don’t know what it is that lures you to his presence. Overall, in your eyes, he’s calm and collected. But it’s only been a month since you’ve met him. There’s still a lot you need and want to learn.

“‘M not pissed.” You grumble clearly pissed as you start walking towards the library.

“Poor little girl’s all mad.”

“I said I’m not mad.”

“Ehe ♡”

“What?”

“We had the same conversation a month ago.”

“Why am I surprised you remember?”

“Why are you surprised that I remember?”

At that, heat tickles your stomach and you just continue walking.

“You’re interesting.” Is what he started with as you took a seat at the table.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

A small tilt of his head and a ghost of a smirk hangs on his lips, “What question?”

“Why.”

Silence hangs in the air. He knows what you’re talking about. He stares at you in a strange intensity, not serious, or playful. You can’t tell what it is you’re feeling. A sharp gulp down your throat and he’s talking again, “You ever been on a motorcycle before?”

“No. Why?”

“Do you wanna go?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

“You ask why too much.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.”

Why. Such a stupid word that you tend to repeat. Being sheltered from having friends, you’re not used to discussions outside of the study topic. He makes you feel as if you’re an alien on this planet. He makes you feel curious and…dangerous. You feel dangerous around him.

“Ah fuck it. Lets go.”

“Where?”

“Just come with me will ya?”

Another sharp gulp and your feet are suddenly walking alongside him. You walk outside the school and down the sidewalk, all the way till you reach a small garage. You feel sick. A good sick. The type of sick you feel when you go down a really high rollercoaster.

He walks in and you follow, he grabs your school bag and places it onto a brown leather couch that's tucked into the corner of the place. An old coffee table in front of it and a mini fridge sitting nearby as well. But the main attraction, a motorcycle sits on a platform. A vintage Kawasaki Ninja, styled with a leopard print, and polished so that the finish can twinkle under the light.

You don’t notice yourself when you allow a subconscious ‘woah’ to escape your lips.

“Lovely one, isn’t she?”

You watch as Sin runs along the seat of the vehicle. His eyes stay on you though…

With a nod, he beckons you over. This time your steps are more confident. The minute you stand next to him, his hands move to your hips, lifting you up as if you’re nothing.

“W-what’re you…?”

“Wanna ride with me?”

It’s stupid to ask this question after seating you down. But the way he’s propping himself on the bike, the way his eyes search yours for any hesitation, the way he’s so effortlessly attractive by just tilting his head in amusement.

You tug on the hem of your skirt. Do I want this?

“C’mon pretty you know you want to~”

Your stomach did somersaults, butterflies abused your insides, and the blush on your cheeks was not taken for granted by him. With a soft pinch to your cheeks, “Cute.”

He moves away from the bike and walks towards a locker. He pulls out a leather jacket and hands it to you. It’s heavy, warm, and smells of cigarettes and dark cologne. It smells of him and it intoxicates you so beautifully.

He opens the garage door before finally sitting in front of you. The engine growls to life. A leopard hiding behind a bush, revving itself to pounce at a common prey. His calloused hands find refuge on yours, pulling them to hug his waist. You feel him tense up slightly, he stays there, his hands on top of yours, fingers caressing yours.

You feel a strange warmth, like the sun has nuzzled itself in your throat and it's sliding down to rest in your stomach.

This lasts for a couple of seconds before he revs the bike a couple of times, he goes down the ramp of the platform and the wind is quick to play with your hair. The highway he drove on was surprisingly empty despite it being four in the afternoon.

He drove with surprising ease, you’re scared but you trust him. It’s odd, trusting someone that you don’t know much about. Driving before stopping at a red light. He pats your hand before turning his head to the side slightly.

“You okay?”

“Yeah..”

“You sound hesitant baby, what’s wrong?”

“Kinda scared.”

“Don’t be, just lean with me on the turns alright?”

“Okay.”

“Atta girl ♡”

He drove you to the beach. And as he carried you off the bike, your eyes never left the crashing waves. Wonder filling your eyes as if you’re a little girl again.

“Never been to the beach before?”

“No.”

“Missing out big time.”

He holds your hand before walking towards the wooden dock. You both take a seat on the edge. You peek down at the blue waters, the sun setting creates divine hues of gold to mix with the palette of waves. So beautiful.

“I think I know why they call you Paradise.”

“Why?”

“Because you are paradise.”

“I don’t get it.”

A chuckle from him and he’s laying back on the wood. He sighs dreamily and closes his eyes.

“I don’t get it Hanma.” You repeat and this time he opens his eyes to look at you. He’s so enamored, so amazed by your presence.

“Ah shit.” Punishment clutches his chest. Sin covers his face.

“I don’t get it…” You mumble once again. Shuffling in place to face him now.

“I don’t get it either,” His words are muffled, he slides his hand down his face, “Fuck!” He yells to no one in particular, but you flinch at the volume.

“What did I do?!” You immediately take yourself as the blame but there’s a smile on your face, he smiles at you and he shakes his head ever so slightly.

Sin moves to brush the stray strands of your hair away from your face, it slides down your face to cup your cheek. He props himself up with his other elbow and looks at you appreciatively.

As if admiring a painting, his eyes trace over every feature of your face. Every mole, every freckle, every line and crease. He wants to kiss them. He wants to kiss your cheeks till they’re burning, he wants to kiss your tears away, he wants to kiss you so badly it hurts. You’re right here, in front of him and in his presence…

So why is it so hard to reach out to you and just kiss the life out of you?

Because he’s afraid. Hanma Shuji is fearless, he lives as a careless fugitive that finds pleasure in knocking teeth down people’s throats, he spends his days and nights laughing with the yells of his victims. Hanma Shuji doesn’t believe in love. And he surely doesn’t expect to be loved. And he’s not fine with that.

It’s been a month for God’s sake and he’s already fallen for you. How?

Is it the way you explain lessons? Is it the way you walk? Is it the way your eyes light up when he gets something right? Is it your face? Your body? Your smile? Your laugh? Maybe it’s the little tilt of your head when you feel confused? Or is it the hesitancy every time you’re with him? Maybe it’s everything and more.

Hanma Shuji fell under the painfully beautiful spell of love in a month. And he doesn’t expect to be loved by you.

You’re too pure, too angelic, too beautiful. Your whole existence doesn’t deserve to be meddled with by a boy that could break your heart.

Everything about him breaks your heart…because you want to have him.

“Hanma-”

“Don’t say my name like that.” Lie. Say my name, say my fucking name like it’s a fucking prayer. He wishes to tell you.

“...Shuji.”

“Fuck.” With a single blink, he’s standing on his knees in front of you. His hands cup your cheeks and he looks down at you.

He’s so lovesick it’s pathetic. How? How can he fall in love this quick? Is this normal? Probably not. Does he care? Yes…and no. His eyes narrow and they trace your lips, so kissable.

His thumb presses on your bottom lip. He’s hesitant now. The way you’re looking up at him so prettily. So innocently. Asking him to do whatever he wants, as if you’re completely clueless on what you want. He knows he shouldn’t give in. He really, really shouldn’t. You’re breaking his heart by trusting him with your purity. He hasn’t even kissed you yet and he already feels like he committed a crime.

A long grumble leaves his lips and his forehead is resting on your shoulder. He’s breathing heavily, as if he ran a whole marathon- well, his heart is.

This hurts hurts hurts. He feels like a child at a museum, wanting to touch an ancient vase but if he does he’d get a good slap on his hand for touching something so valuable.

He’s touching someone so valuable. It feels like a crime. Such a big crime.

Just do it Shuji damn it. It’s just a girl.

But it’s not just a girl, his subconscious speaks.

It is.

Is not.

Sigh, is not.

It’s you.

With another sigh, he lifts his head up again.

“Please let me kiss you.”

He wouldn’t be caught dead saying those words in front of anyone but you. He’s so soft it’s revolting. He sounds so desperate, as if he’s starved and thirsty. Thirsty to feel your lips against his. Hungry to taste you and hold you close and never let you go.

He notices the way your eyes widen, and he admires the way as the sun’s final rays swim in your eyes. So pretty so pretty so pretty.

“You’re a crime Paradise..” He mumbles into your ear. Laying a teasing kiss under your ear lobe, “I’ll be so good to you, I promise.” A kiss to your jaw, “Please…” Lips hover over lips, desperately inhaling and exhaling your essence as if you’re water.

He’s a man in the desert, you’re the refreshing oasis in the distance. He wants to drink you up. Feel you down his throat and in his chest.

With little effort, you manage to push yourself high enough so your lips come crashing against his. Arms wrapping around his neck.

What the hell are you doing? You’ve never kissed anyone, so why are you just as desperate to kiss him? For the hell of it? To experience it? No…

You like Shuji. You like his effortlessness, you enjoy talking with him, even if it’s just a stupid lesson, you enjoy his calmness, you enjoy looking at him, you enjoy standing with him behind the school during lunch breaks to make sure he wouldn’t get caught smoking, you love the small moments when he’d struggle to solve a simple equation, you adore his teasing comments and nicknames, you love every moment with him because you feel relaxed, you feel like yourself around him.

He fills that hole in your chest.

The feeling of having someone that belongs to you is fulfilling and rewarding. You’re overflowing with aching waterfalls of affection and need.

His lips mold against yours, he senses your hesitancy and wastes no time in taking initiative. Slowly moving against your lips to provide you with reality, he genuinely wants this. Hanma Shuji has never taken anything seriously, but the moment he met you, everything changed.

As cheesy as it sounds to him, he’s convinced you’re the only person for him. He hums as he deepens the kiss, detaching slightly, looking into your eyes, searching for any negative emotion.

Discomfort, doubtfulness, hate, anything. And you’re over here, looking at him, wanting more but you’re too shy to ask.

He’s basking at the sight of you, lips puckered and wet, cheeks burning, brows furrowed with frustration at the loss of contact.

“You’re just a little girl aren’t you?” His whisper tickles your lips, “‘m not little…”

“Mmm..that so? You’re pouting as if I took your favorite candy away.”

“I want my candy back.”

“Hehe ♡”

That same night, when Shuji dropped you home, he texted you at midnight.

“Meet me outside.”

“Now?”

“Pls?”

You don’t know why you agreed, there’s no school tomorrow so it’s fine. But sneaking out just to meet him? Your parents would be disappointed.

“Hanma?”

“That’s Shuji for you~ Missed you, pretty.”

You shiver when he wraps his arms around your waist, he lays a quick trail of kisses down your neck.

“You saw me a few hours ago!”

“Still missed you though.” He spins you around to face him. And oh…

Hair down, eyes wider than usual, smile stretched from ear to ear.

He’s like a puppy.

“Why are you he-MPH!”

“Mmm ♡”

He’s so cheesy, but you kiss back none the less. This time, the kiss holds more passionate and lustful intent. He isn’t holding back.

Your back arches as he leans against you, as if trying to get as close to you as possible. Sin cups your neck, punishment holds your waist tightly.

He kisses you deeply, longingly, hungrily. You’re conflicted on what he’s trying to say.

Hanma Shuji doesn’t talk much, and doesn’t enjoy conveying things through words. He believes that actions speak louder.

Can’t get enough of you, he says, making me crazy over you, a pretty angel.

Small whimpers escape your throat and he swallows them gratefully. Relishing in the small vibrations shared between the both of you.

He parts after a good minute.

Inhaling and exhaling as if he took his first breath of pure oxygen.

“You’re so lovely.” His hands brush through your hair and he giggles at the sight of you.

“You’re so lovesick.”

“Only for you pretty ♡”

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rotten-masterpiece · 10 months

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cw: hanma s. x f!reader — explicit content. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Bonten!Hanma. angst - hurt/sex was the comfort. DNI.

; hanma leaves.

wc: 3,389

a/n: unedited - no proof reading - finished this at 12 am and horny as hell - forgive the f up english, not fluent at it - title came from blue jeans by lana.

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He was never late to come home, or shall I say, he always comes home.

It was 10:45 pm when you found yourself pacing to every corner of the apartment. Trying to fill your mind and kick out of those anxieties and worries about him; about him not coming back home to you. You went to the kitchen and opened your fridge to pull out an alcoholic drink from a can. You open it and a sound emits from your lips from the pain of your fingernail when the pad of your finger slipped. Your eyes got teary, so you leaned to the kitchen counter and drank.

Boring your eyes to the clock, your mind wanders to something again. The sudden rush in your veins had you sweating. You sighed and closed your eyes, tilting your head to the side as you mutter; “where are you?”

You don't worry if it's another girl, or he's out partying somewhere else, or he's forgetting you, forgetting the time he promised to be here, but his dicey job had you sweating as though you ran a mile.

An excruciating pain scattered throughout your body through your veins when you heard the muffled sound of a siren outside your window. You did not hesitate to raise the can and drank till it was almost empty. One can wasn't enough, it will never be.

11:25 on the clock when you finished 8 cans. You were nauseous, your hands on the counter gripping the marble so your body will not succumb to gravity. Keeping your eyes closed, you hear the beat of your heart, a tug, tug, tug, tug. Frustration crept and you let yourself fall to the ground.

He's not home. And you're afraid he will never be.

Being alone terrifies you although you believe all humans shall feel comfortable in it when in all of us; solitude was inborn.

“Shuji.”

You keep waiting, waiting for the door to click, where his footsteps were heavy and you could feel the atmosphere inside the apartment shift. You wait for a voice to wrap around your head, where he calls you the name he gives you, where you know he'd be angry to see you in this mess you put yourself into.

You know he'd be angry when you're up this late, emptying drinks you should not drink alone. The frigidity of the floor had you missing his warmth. That right now you'd be in his arms; burning from the heat he's radiating, and instead of smelling the alcohol; you'd be smelling his perfume. You broke down, but there was no sound in your lips. You let the tears pool down just beneath your cheeks on the floor. You know he'd be wiping those years away, you won't be feeling dirty when he has his hands around you.

The sound of the television made your mind hazy, made your imaginations and anticipations tremble. Even though the world through your vision was dancing, you pooled your strength at the bottom of your palm to get yourself up. He doesn't like to see you in a mess, and this time you won't be dependent on his hands, you have to clean up before he gets here so he will smile at how good you smell and how clean you are. He will be pleased to find you in such a state.

Come home, Shu. I won't be angry. Just come home.

Through your way to the bathroom, you were swaying in every direction. And you were surprised you were able to clean your body. Although tears were streaming down endlessly. Eyes burning from the cry.

It was 12:00 when finally, you were sitting on the edge of the bed. You forgot everything, your body felt sore and painful. The television in your living room was still talking. And inside your room was dark as the night, you could smell him everywhere and before you could scream to cry, you crawled up to where he usually sleeps, lay your head on his pillow, caressing the soft fabric on your cheek.

Your mind was screaming his name, replaying the moments only the two of you know of. The nights filled with laughter, the mornings both of you wake up with a smile. But you were too exhausted to cry all of it, all you just wanted in this moment was to have his body up in you.

In a deep slumber, you heard the door click. But your mind was clouded by sleep, not until you felt the edge of the bed sunk to someone's weight. But your eyes were closed, you forgot what happened just earlier. The form moved closer until you felt the warmth on your torso, and a soft skin on your cheek.

The comfort was familiar, the touch too, and you cooed under his touch. You let out a ‘hmm’ before he was whispering ‘shh’ in your ears.

His hands snaked down to your stomach, then found themselves underneath his shirt that you wore.

“Darling...” Hanma’s lips were grazing on your neck whilst he mutter that. You opened your eyes for a moment before you saw his cheek shining in white ‘cause of the sunlight.

And there you realized, you crumbled and a gasp took your sob when his hands wrapped around your breast.

“Shuji...” you whispered.

He humm, he answered. And you never felt this awake in your life.

You tried to lift up your upper torso but his hands fondling over your now hardened bud; keeps pushing you down. Your hands eventually found their way to feel Hanma’s form, and you pushed him down to you.

Widening your legs to let him in. You hiked your hips to graze his hard on down to your clothed cunt. You moaned in his ear.

“Fuck,” you felt his smile on your skin. “I need you.”

He marked you on your neck and after he was done with that, he pulled himself up and unbuttoned his long sleeve. You see more of him, his beautiful shining eyes, every sharp feature, his nose you loved, his lips that were burnished from his own saliva.

“Shu, where have you been?” there was a whine you did not expect when he came back down to dominating your form. His hard on behind his pants hiked up to grind more of you. You felt your underwear dampen.

“Off to work, I apologize for being late. Punish me, love.” but you could never do that.

“Tell me all of it.” through your hazy mind, he was somewhat...lying.

Hanma became quiet but his hands found their ways to pull your pants with your underwear. You heard him cuss under his breath as he brought down himself. Your shirt was up on top of your chest. His nose grazed just below your belly button and you gasped at his touch; warm and rough. He started trailing wet kisses on your pelvis until he was down there to worship your dripping cunt, waiting and begging for his arrival.

“Shu..” you moaned, wanting all of it.

“What, Lady?” Hanma wanted you to beg.

You grind your hips to his breath and he pulled away a little but he smelt your neediness, however he wanted to have you wanting it more than him, although he can clearly see the way tears are starting to form on your eyes.

“Please, Shuji, I want you now-ah. I want all of it, please.” you tilted your head when his breath got closer.

“I don't have much time.” he said but you never hear all of it when in one lick you lose your mind. Your chest was heaving when with his tongue explored all of you, the wetness of his tongue made your clit more active; red and bulging. He was lapping like a hungry man, sipping on the juice you give. Sucking the skin around your clit. You felt so good and ticklish down there, you felt how hard his tongue was thrusting over your folds, Hanma was licking to the point he knew everything about it. He just knows every spot you were aching to be touched at, he knows how to make you melt on his tongue. You felt the knot on your stomach and you got louder as he was feasting like a hungry man. His grip was rough and you know you'd be coated in his marks, the only thing that could be left of him for you.

Your hands found their way to grip his locks, pull him down on you as you raise your hips to get him more rougher to you as you're getting closer to getting a hold of your climax. He hummed about how messy and delicious you are. He felt you getting needier and he knows he has to get you there, he wasn't going to pull you out from there no matter how much he wanted to tease you.

A tremor passed through you, and you shivered, and it felt like your skin opened and a cold air brushed against you. He never pulled away but he was waiting for you to gush out which you did after a few licks. He never missed a drop.

Hanma wanted more of you and he knew it could be hours of eating and he'll never be full, but he was out of time. He pulled himself back up and finally you felt his lips against you. You devoured each other. The kiss was hungry and as though both of them will be apart from each other. You head was moving to each side, tongue crossing with each other, teeth grazing while he was grinding his erection down your sensitive cunt which had you moaning on your throat, no matter how rough the fabric is it was so heavenly good thanks you can't pull yourself from grinding, your clit was puffy from the contact and you were getting hotter as he does to.

He was already leaking from the tip. And as awake as you are, when he pulled up to get his pants off, you pushed his hands off and unzipped him yourself. A chuckle was brought out when he saw how needy you are.

“Shit...you were waiting, huh?” he licked his lips upon feeling your hand grazing down his cock. “don’t worry, it will all be yours. It belongs to you, I belong to you.”

You both locked eyes and he had his devilish smile around. The air made you shiver.

“Shu, I need you inside.” and with his hands on your waist, you guided his cock to your entrance. You whined at how hard Hanma was, pushing his leaky tip inside you. All you felt was how good he was when it entered half, and he moaned at the sensitivity of his cock being wrapped around your soft inside.

“I love you.” he muttered, and you felt how warm our stomach was.

“I love you more, Shu. Ple-” you were about to beg until he thrusted all of him inside you, stretching you out, you felt the texture of him and the veins that were showing off inside of you.

“Darling..” he went to kiss you on the lips while his other hand snake underneath your leg and hike it up so he can hit at an angle where you'll be seeing heaven under his touch.

“My one and only.” he was rough but inside you was so slimy that your toes were curling at the feeling of him; rock hard but can easily slip and out. He was kissing your cervix and you arched up, and your pussy pulsating around him.

“So fucking pretty, ” he laughed, that laugh. “fucking pretty underneath me, eh? Eyes rolled up because of how I make you feel, hmm? Cum, darling, make me proud.”

“Shuji!”

The time was running out in his mind, and he was getting there. He lowered his head to bite your lip, not too hard but enough to make you moan. His tongue went inside while his free hand went to your clit, encircling your puffy clit, and there was another wave.

Hanma’s hands on your waist went underneath your ass to pull you up on him where he can make your body still while he pounds you from above. And there he was animalistic fucking himself roughly in a rapid speed to get himself up to heaven.

“Ah! Fuck!” he moaned as he was grinding. The bed was shaking with both of you.

His name became a song you repeat, and when you came you screamed it. You shivered but his rough cock was still fucking itself roughly. You never stopped Hanma, and in a long grind, he came inside, but he wasn't done.

He flipped you till you were on top of him and you know you'll be in charge.

“Darling, fuck me.” Hanma chuckled after he said that.

You pull yourself up from his dick and let his cum and your cum mix up, seeping out and trailing down your thighs. His cock stays hard as he watches you encircle your fingers around your own clit. But he wants to do it too. Hanma pushed your hand away and encircled it. You trembled at his finger before you palmed his dick and you sat on it. A moan loudly escaped, and a groan from him.

When you bottomed out, you grind a bit before pulling yourself up and coming back down. He was so rock hard but it was slimy inside you that it felt so much good.

Hanma sees clearly the way your pussy shines from the moonlight and he feels himself more in pleasure. Your soft wet pussy had him moaning on his own, eyes almost squinting.

“Fuck…you know how to make me feel so good.” he moaned. While pounding and grinding on him, you leaned to his lips.

“Hmm, yeah, Shuji. Just by being myself.”

In this position, he can easily come, he cannot hold himself back when you're in control. You lean in more till your breast was touching his chest, and he noticed it, he immediately brought his hands to wrap around your tits. This made the pleasure more immense.

“Oh, fuck!” the familiar knot made your movements more swift. Hanma underneath you was losing his mind from the grip of your wet pussy.

It didn't last long before he flooded your ears with “I love you’s” while you lost your mind a little before muttering the same back.

You were exhausted from the high, and Hanma wasn't done. He wanted more of you.

“Baby, can we go on?” he asks as he plants kisses over your shoulder. He was already in between your legs while you're laying sideways. Your entrance was throbbing, tired and sore.

You moaned when he bit your skin. “I want more of you, more of you.” his voice was tired, hoarse and you wanted him too but you felt yourself drifting off his arms.

“Shuji,” you called. Hanma looked up. “Yes, do it. I love you.”

When he sheathed himself inside of you, you thought he'd be super rough but you weren't surprised when it was gentle. His lips over your neck as he muttered.

“I love you.”

“Darling, I love you.”

His words were mixed with moans and growls of how good you were. With no sound coming out, you were moving your lips. “I love you too.”

“I do love you. So…fucking…much.”

The gentleness of his actions felt so good that you were able to moan loudly.

How good his cock was, slowly sliding inside, slowly pulling out, slowly but rough when the tip interacts with your cervix. He was so good.

From his soft pounding, you felt yourself shiver. And you thought of having his mouth on yours while you cum; while he cums.

Hanma whimpered in your ear before he swayed under your touch and pulled his face to face yours, your lips meeting his in a sensual kiss. Like a honeymoon, it was all so sweet, soft, slow, but so fucking good.

You came dripping on his cock, your cum oozing out as he pulled and sheath in. Eventually he came next, it was a cum that filled your womb, filling your mind with imaginations of children in your mind. Your mouth was agape when he pulled out.

Hanma pulled his face up and saw how fucked up you were but you were shining, beautiful, mesmerizing on his eyes that he couldn't look away. He just wanted you to come with him, wanted to pull you with him to the darkness, but he bit his lip; halting from kidnapping you and leaving the country with him. But that would endanger you and that's the least thing he wanted from this world.

Earlier, when Hamma came in and saw the open lights, the television on, the scattered cans of alcohol, he was so worried that he was about to throw up, but he made way inside the shared room and saw you sleeping softly, and safe; his heart warmed.

He saw that you were drifting to sleep, and it was 2:13 as he gazed at the clock sitting on the table. He cannot waste his time and clean himself using a rug before wearing his clothes again. Although he was moving, his eyes were settled on you, and he felt the ache of his heart that he'll be leaving.

He was hesitating as he was watching you.

You were in a deep slumber now. After the tiring session both of you had, he was tired too, but he cannot rest, because if tomorrow comes and he'd be here sleeping with you, Hanma won't be able to walk away, he would have to watch people take him away from you.

He cannot handle it. He has to walk away.

He went to you, and with a new rug, he cleaned you with an ache submerging his heart.

He covered you with the duvet before he finally decided on the last kiss. He bent down and planted a kiss on your forehead, cheek, nose, and there goes the lips he'd miss, the lips that wore a smile only for him, the lips that carried millions of memories. He'd be leaving all of it behind. A tear molds in eye—almost hindering his vision, and sucked in a piercing breath as he pulls himself away.

The fake ring—from the dollar store—was sitting on the table. A pair,the other on top of the other. He trembled and took the other before he palmed it. He turned his back on you without noticing that through heavy lids, you were watching him, and tears were already flooding and trickling down.

You wanted to stop him. Wanted him to take you with him, but you couldn't move, like you were trapped in a nightmare. You just want to wake up and move so you could stop him, but…

Hanma was already at the door—unlocking. You saw how slow he moved, as though he didn't want to walk away. A sob was muffled and trapped on your throat and he couldn't hear.

He did not face as he walked away and closed the door behind him.

You bit your lip. You couldn't even say goodbye.

You don't want to close your eyes and hope for tomorrow. Your body aches and your mind wants to move, to go after your beloved, but once you lifted yourself, you hear the loud click outside, and with no remaining strength that you fell sobbing like a baby back on the bed that both of you shared for years. Where a lot of loving and memories were made. Where every morning was greeted with kisses and smiles.

You did not anticipate a morning like that everyday, it was within you that knows it will always be like that, but fate was crueler than anyone.

You closed your eyes. You kept praying till you cannot hold it anymore. The fatigue was overwhelming, and you succumbed to its feeling.

You have to sleep while the thought of being alone without his presence—without the cocky but handsome Hanma Shuji in your embrace—swallows your ability to feel happiness. You know when you wake you'll be regretting why solitude has to be inborn.

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rinrinx2 · 1 year

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heyy would you be down to write hanma x best friend reader smut where they’re used to sharing the same bed for sleepovers but one morning he wakes up to her pressed up against him and it leads too yk😩

I hope you like it💕

Sleep over goes wrong

Hanma x reader

Warnings: Mature themes, Inappropriate language, Smut, orgasm, spooning, thigh fucking

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It became a ritual that you and Hanma would have sleepovers, doing all the required activities at one. From having him attempt to do your nails, to your war of pillow fights as well as saying that one of you would sleep on the floor while the other would take the bed, but the two of you always ended up sleeping in the bed fighting over who would get more of the blanket.

An ordinary sleepover that was what the two of did.

But on this morning of your sleepover Hanma was holding you tightly, this wasn't unusual as he had a habit of liking to hold onto things in his sleep something you were use to by now, the thing that bothered you was the object poking at your lower back.

You had tried to ignore the object but the size of it made it hard to fall back asleep.

"Shuji" you whispered quietly, as you wiggled slightly back and forth to trying to wake the tall man up slightly.

But all you were met were with groans and grunts, as Hanma continued sleeping.

You let out a sigh of despair, realizing that Hanma was not going to wake up anytime soon.

So, you once again attempted your best to ignore it, until an idea came into your mind to shift the object that was poking at your lower back.

'It's probably his stupid face lotion he was putting on before bed' you said as you carefully maneuvered your arm behind you to grab at Hanma's front.

You grabbed at the objecting, noting how it was both hard and soft almost squishy. Ignoring the feeling of it you continued to try and move it grabbing at it firmly giving it a gentle pull and then another and another, until suddenly you were met with the object pushing back intp your hand.

"Playing with me, while I sleep. Naughty girl" Hamma said still half asleep in his deep morning voice.

You quickly realize what the 'object' you were grabbing at and pulled your hand away.

"I'm sor-ry Hanma" you squeaked out quietly with embarrassment at what you had done.

"Mmm" Hanma said against your ear, the vibrations causing tingles to go run down your spine.

Hanma stretched out slightly as he kept his body still pressed against yours, feeling how the 'object' was now even bigger than earlier.

"Words mean nothing only your actions will show you're sorry" Hanma said now fully awake but still with his deep morning voice.

You felt as Hanma pressed bis member further against your ass, and as much as you didn't want to enjoy it you couldn't help the slight pleasure that shot through your core.

"So, you gonna make it up to me" Hanma said as his hands now slid down to your shorts slightly pulling it down.

"Shuji" you moaned out helping him remove your shorts. Hanma took your actions of helping him remove your shorts as a solid yes and quickly slipped his fully erect cock out of his sleeping pants.

You could feel as his unclothed cock was now touching your back, as drops of pre-cuk decorated your lower back.

Your pussy began to pulse at Hanma's actions as slick began to form wetting your folds.

"Wanna feel you" you moaned out as Hanma began placing kisses against you neck.

The feeling of his tongue sliding up and down your neck causing you to feel lightheaded as lust ran through your mind.

Hanma moved his cock from your back and pushing it in-between the plush of your thighs, as he began thrusting back and forth, fucking your thighs.

"You feel so fucking good" Hanma said continued kissing your neck while he fucked your thighs as it was now becoming covered in pre-cum.

You could feel the thick shaft of Hanma rubbing against your thighs whike his thick cock head leaked out strings of pre-cum making you hornier by the minute.

"Want me to fuck you?" Hanma asked with that deep morning voice that caused the slick to leak between your legs making them even more lubed up.

You discreetly nodded your head in agreement and that's all Hanma needed. He moved his hands lower pushing your pantie to the side as he lined his hard cock at your entrance. While his other hand pulled your tank top up and began pulling at your nipples.

You could feel his cock head against your puffy folds, anticipating for when he would stuff you full with it.

"You see this is how you give a proper apology" Hanma said as he sheethed his cock inside your pussy, pushing deep past your folds and feeling as he lightly pressed against your cervix.

"It's to full" you moaned out biting your lip at the filling sensation.

"You'll get use to it" Hanma said with a snicker as he began thrusting.

Hanma pushed his cock back and forth savoring the way your pussy tightened around him, the way you walled gripped at his cock as his balls filled with cum slapped against your ass while his hands pulled at your nipples.

"I wanna fuck you like this every morning" Hanma said a she began to thrust harder.

The sensation of Hanma's cock rubbing against your sensitive pussy walls becoming to much, the way his cock head was dripping inside you and prodding at your special spot while his skilled fingers pulled at your nipple causing them to pain with pleasure. Your pussy was aching to be filled with cum as it dripped down Hanma's cock.

Hanma too wasn't going to last much longer, as he could feel the cum that was in his balls now sitting in his cock head just waiting to shoot out of his slit and fill you to the brim.

"You want milk in the morning" Hanma laughed out as he was now fucking you like a mad man, cock barely leaving your pussy.

"Yes, Ye-ss" you babbled out as your mind was being filled with cock.

Hanma thrusts became sloppy and then suddenly hot liquid was being shot so quickly into your pussy, causing you to gush out against his cock milking all the cum out of his cock.

Hanma kept his cock inside of you shoving it deeper as he let his cum paint your womb white while your massaged the rest of his cum out.

You and Hanma remained liked that until he dropping his head into the crook of your neck.

"Fuck I'm exhausted again" he said letting out a laugh.

"Let's go back to sleep" Hanma suggested while you still tried to catch your breath.

"What about you thingy" you said looking downwards, making Hanma realize what you were referring to.

"While it won't be poking against your back now" Hanma said as his cock was still deep inside you.

"Besides if we wanna do it again you just wiggle your ass"

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