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iamk1llua · 1 month
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Stay Away From His Daughter.
synopsis : Tokyo Rev men meet their teenage daughter’s first boyfriend.
characters : dad!rindou haitani, dad!takashi mitsuya & dad!shuji hanma (separately).
genre : fluff!
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rindou.
“where’s d/n?”
rindou has just returned home from working, it’s currently eight o’clock in the evening and usually his daughter would be at the front door, waiting to greet him but today she didn’t.
even after seventeen years of raising his daughter, rin made sure to keep a close relationship with her. most importantly, he never thought he’d have to see the day some guy would take his favorite girl away from him.
you have been preparing dinner for the past two hours, rin walks up from behind you as you’re placing the utensils on the table. he wraps his arms around your waist and starts kissing your neck, you can feel his lips curving against your skin. “mm.. you smell good baby..” he mumbles.
“she’ll be home soon rin, can you help me with the plates?” you ask. he lifts his head up to scan the dining table and his brows knit together. “why is there an extra plate? is one of d/n’s friend staying the night?”
you still hadn’t notified rin about your daughter’s ‘friend’ because you don’t know how he’d react to finding out that his baby girl has finally blossomed into a big girl.
nonetheless, he helps you prepare for dinner until he hears the door bell ring. “oh! i’ll get it-” you exclaim but rindou beats you to it.
he opens the front door and his face lights up when he sees his precious baby girl. d/n softly smiles at her dad, she gives her father a tight embrace. “hi, dad. i’m home.”
“welcome home, princess. you’re a little late tonight.” she weakly smiles at her father, coming home late is just the tip of the iceberg before she has to let him know that his favorite girl now has someone else in her life. “dad..” she interlocks her fingers with the guy standing slightly behind her, rindou hadn’t even noticed him this entire time but he’s confused. “i want to introduce you to my boyfriend.”
alarms start blaring off inside rindou’s head, three shades of blue have now clouded his face, his jaw slightly parts and his eyes blown right out of it’s sockets. WHO?!
you step aside rin, holding out your hand to greet the young boy standing at the front door and you let your husband tend to whatever it is that’s going through his mind right now. “it’s so nice to finally meet you, please come inside!” you pull your daughter and her newly introduced boyfriend into the house, rindou’s still left standing exactly in the same place, unable to comprehend what his darling daughter had just said.
“what’s wrong with dad?” your daughter asks you, she’s a little concerned as to why rindou’s in such a shaken up state. “oh, don’t worry about him baby, he’ll join us shortly. when he’s ready.”
you take your daughter’s hand, leading her to the kitchen and you help them get settled into their seats at the dining table. you can sense the tiny tension radiating off d/n’s boyfriend, you think this might be the first time he’s being introduced to anyone’s parents and it reminds you of how nervous rindou was when he first met your parents. you honestly can’t help but smile while thinking about it, it’s so cute.
“mom? are you sure dad’s okay?” d/n asks, her eyes are now filled with worry. “he’s fine baby, it’s not everyday you bring home a guy.”
a moment later, rindou comes back into the kitchen, his head held high and he straightens up his work suit that he hadn’t changed out of yet. he takes a seat next to you, still not uttering a single word and you’re about to say something but rin coughs loudly. “so, how long have you and my daughter been together?”
your daughter’s boyfriend clears his throat, he nervously fiddles with his fingers underneath the table. “a-about six months sir..”
“SIX MONTHS?!” rin exclaims, slamming his hands on the table. you yank his arms, forcing him to sit back down. “rin, don’t raise your voice!”
how? how can this be?? six months??
“d/n! how could you hide this from me for so long?!” rin’s at a loss for words, how could his sweet innocent little girl not tell him that she was in relationship for this long? she lets out a defeated sigh, “i didn’t tell you because i knew how you’d react dad.”
“and how exactly did you think i’d react?”
“like how you are right now!” he’s taken aback by her sudden sharp tone, meanwhile your daughter’s boyfriend is scared out of his mind. “dad, i’m going to be eighteen next week and i’m graduating this year. i can’t be your little girl forever.”
i can’t be your little girl forever. i can’t be your little girl forever. i can’t be your little girl forever.
those words keep repeating inside rindou’s head, your heart aches at rindou’s facial expression. you can tell how hurt he is right now but at the same time you can hear the desperation in your daughter’s voice.
rindou stands back up, your daughter’s boyfriend flinches a little and he’s expecting a punch right to the mouth but it doesn’t come. “excuse me for a second.” rin says, he quietly leaves the chaotic scene and disappears somewhere in the house.
your daughter starts tearing up, her heart’s broken just as much as yours whenever you see them having to fight. it’s not very common that they’re arguing, in fact you’ve probably only witnessed your daughter and rindou fight only three times throughout these years.
rin adores your daughter to his very core, he can’t imagine a life without her and he had never thought he’d still be alive to have to see this day come. you get up from your seat and walk over to her, you rub soothing motherly rubs on her back in an attempt to comfort her. “i’ll go check up on him okay? you two just enjoy your dinner.”
you find rindou sitting on the couch, located on the veranda at the front of the house. it seems like he’s holding onto something as he’s looking out into nothing, it’s pitch black outside right now. you inhale once before making your way over to him, he doesn’t look up until you squeeze yourself in-between his arms and sit on his lap. he acknowledges you, he looks up to meet your eyes and softly smiles at you. “hi, baby.” he says weakly. “rin, are you going to stay out here the whole night?” you ask with a hint of challenge in your tone. “why? do you want me to?” he finally grins, placing his arms tight around your waist and pulls you closer to his body.
you roll your eyes playfully, “of course i don’t. come on rin, you’re going to have to face that d/n’s all grown up sooner or later.” he drops his head slightly and sighs. “yeah, i know. i just thought it’d be later.”
your eyes softened when you meet his eyes again, he looks lost, a little confused and kind of hurt at the same time. you know how hard this must be for rindou, he loves his baby girl so much and this must be killing him inside. you look down to see him holding a rather peculiar object in his hand, “what’s this?”
he chuckles and holds it up in front of you, “don’t you remember? d/n made this for me when she was six.” you take a good look at it, squinting your eyes a little and he wants to laugh at how cute you can still be after all these years.
a lightbulb pops up in your head, “ah! it’s the necklace she made you isn’t it?” he laughs, “yeah, that’s the one.”
“now i remember, all the other girls at her school were laughing because they used shells and fake pearls to make necklaces for their dads but our little girl used left-over macaroni.” you giggled.
rin clutches it close to his chest, “it’s still the best gift i’ve ever received and i still wear it everyday under my suit ya’ know.” your heart skips a beat when rin finishes his sentence, how can this man still make you swoon this much after everything you’ve been through together? you feel like you could fall in love with him all over again.
“dad?”
you both turn your heads to see your daughter, you take the hint to hop off rin’s lap so he can get up and talk to her. he takes careful steps towards d/n, it seems she had been listening to the conversation as her eyes are filled with tears. “d/n, i’m-” your daughter races into her father’s arms, hugging him tight and she cries into his chest. “i’m sorry dad! i shouldn’t have kept something so important to you a secret, i’m so sorry..” she sobs, her cries only grew when he tightened his arms around her.
you smile at the scene, all along you’ve always known no matter what kind of scuffle these two get into they’re always going to be each other’s favorites. no one on this planet could ever break their bond, as a matter of fact it’d be impossible. hell could freeze over but rindou’s love for his daughter would always be warm and sunny.
he pulls away from the hug, his heart breaks to have to see her crying like this. rin cups his daughter’s face in his hands and gives her his fatherly smile as he wipes her tears away. “i’m sorry too baby girl..” he looks over at her boyfriend standing behind her, rindou sucks up his pride and extends his hand out towards him. d/n’s boyfriend happily shakes his future father-in-law’s hand, although rindou wouldn’t really call himself that and we’d have to hear about that scenario another day.
rindou has a lot to learn about letting his baby girl go for the very first time, he now knows how your parents must’ve felt when you took him to your house so you could introduce him to them. it hurts, yes, but look at the two of you now. rindou’s sure d/n’s boyfriend will make her happy just like he did with you because if he doesn’t, oh, let’s not discuss that.
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mitsuya.
you’ve raised three of takashi’s kids, two girls and a little boy. they’re everything to him, so, imagine his reaction when he has to meet his oldest daughter’s boyfriend. mind you, he had no idea she was even thinking about boys.
d/n’s had invited her father out to lunch at their favorite café on his thirty minute break from work, it’s their usual spot, takashi was and has always been the most thoughtful and considerate person you’ve ever known. he has a ‘favorite spot’ with all his kids so each of his children don’t feel left out or feel less than the other.
he’s waiting patiently at their usual table, it’s right next to window and he’s beaming inside with happiness. he hasn’t seen much of his oldest daughter, she’s just about to graduate so her studies have taken over a lot of their father and daughter time.
when d/n’s arrives, takashi can’t help but see so much of how his daughter resembles her mother’s beauty, you. she’s wearing a sunny blue dress that he had made her, a proud smile forms on his face. you really gave him such beautiful kids.
your daughter sits across from her dad, it’s supposed to be such a lovely day today so why does d/n look so down in the dumps? “d/n, are you feeling alright?”
she snaps out of her thoughts, “huh? oh, yes but um..” he places his hand on top of hers, reassuring her that whatever was on her mind, he’ll listen. “what’s wrong princess?”
“it’s just..” she rubs the back of her neck, the longer she’s stalling the more he’s getting anxious. is his baby girl really okay? she’s never like this with him. “i have something to tell you dad.”
“what is it princess? you can tell me anything.” she can tell her own father about her boyfriend right? he’s such a down to earth guy in general, one little thing like this surely wouldn’t ruin the image she has of him. “i have.. a boyfriend and i’d really like you to meet him dad.”
takashi almost spits out the coffee he’s sipping on, she wants to introduce him to her what?? “dad, your hands are shaking.”
he puts on his absolute hardest show of a genuine laugh, although everyone in the cafè can probably feel the whole floor vibrating. “sh-shaking? i’m not shaking, i-i’d love to meet ya’ know that i mean him- i’d like to meet him, your boyfriend.”
“really?? oh, i’m so happy! i’ll call mom right away and tell her i’ll be bringing a guest home tonight.” your daughter runs over to her father’s side, kisses his forehead before dialling your number into her phone. “oh, you should get back to work dad. your break’s almost over.”
he wants to snicker at his daughter’s serious tone, it’s so cute that she still tries to do his job and that’s to take care of the family. at the same time, takashi’s almost losing his mind that one of the most precious people he holds most dear to his heart has just announced that she might leave him, and no no, not for college, not for a holiday trip but a boy.
later that night, takashi and you were waiting for your eldest daughter to come back home. you’re in the living room with him, your younger daughter and your little boy.
when taka came back home, he wasn’t really ranting to you but more like asking you ‘what’re we going to do?’ questions repeatedly until you had to calm him down.
a gentle pat on the back, a few sweet words and a soft kiss against your husband’s forehead is all it usually takes for takashi to come back to his senses. he’s sure that everything will go fine, all he wants is for his sweet daughter that he cherishes so dearly to be happy.
that is, until your daughter finally rocks up with her boyfriend. your husband nearly flies over to the front door, he’s trying his best to keep cool but deep down takashi is sweating his ass off. “you must be-” “HI!! i’m d/n’s boyfriend, it’s so nice to finally meet you sir! wow, you have such a lovely home.” d/n’s boyfriend grabs hold of your husband’s hand and shakes it uncontrollably. you can’t help but giggle to yourself at takashi’s face.
well, yeah, your husband definitely wasn’t expecting your d/n’s first boyfriend to be so.. outgoing and bright?
throughout the night, you observe how closed off takashi has been, he’s barely talking back to d/n’s boyfriend, if he was asked a question taka would reply back with a short answer and it’s starting to worry you. why’s he suddenly acting like this? you turn to your daughter and asked her to look after her younger siblings so you could speak to your husband.
you pull him into kitchen, making sure that nobody was around to hear what you had to say to him. “okay, what’s going on?”
he raises a brow at you, “what do you mean?” “don’t bullshit me takashi. if you keep behaving this way towards him, d/n’s going to catch on.” he sighs, lowering his head in defeat. you make a good point, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. “i just didn’t expect him to be like this..” “like what? talkative? nice? caring? he’s trying his best to get to know you and you’re freezing him out.”
“i just don’t like the guy-” his sentence is paused when he sees d/n and her boyfriend walking into the kitchen. fuck. they must’ve heard everything. before he could say another word, d/n leaves and drags her boyfriend out with her. you turn back to your husband with a disappointed face, he most certainly has fucked up. “fix this.” you push a finger against his chest before leaving him in the kitchen to his own thoughts.
takashi sighs, he makes his way up to his daughter’s room and softly knocks on the door. he’s always been patient with his kids and you, he doesn’t expect d/n to even reply to him at this point because he knows he’s in the wrong. he gently pushes her bedroom door open, his eyes softened when he sees his daughter sobbing quietly on her bed. her boyfriend is patting her back to console her.
“can i.. speak to d/n? alone.” her boyfriend nods and leaves the room. takashi sits on the bed next to his daughter, he drops his head in shame. he’s never hurt his baby girl like this before. “d/n.. i’m sorry, for everything.”
she lifts her head up to meet her dad’s eyes, his heart almost breaks when he sees tears are still streaming down her face. he wants nothing but to pull her into a warm embrace and tell her he didn’t mean what he said.
“why do you hate him dad? you don’t even know him.”
he tucks a strand of her falling hair behind her ear, “it’s not that i hate him. you’re right, i don’t know him but i know you and you’re everything to me d/n.”
“if i was everything to you then you’d be happy for me.” d/n replies as she wipes her tears away with her sleeve.
she’s always been such a good daughter to him, she’s never disrespected her parents and takashi couldn’t be any more proud of her. he cups his daughter’s face, “i am happy for you d/n.. i just didn’t think it would be this hard for me to accept that you’re growing up.” he kisses her forehead and pulls her into his embrace, he carefully rests his chin on top of her head. “i’m so sorry d/n, you know i’d do anything for you and if it means i need to let you go.. i’ll do my best to give it a try.”
d/n pulls away from her dad, “you promise?” he offers her his signature fatherly smile. “i promise.”
takashi is a devoted father, a kind husband and truly a man of his words and his daughter knows that. she knows how much he loves her, she knows that it wasn’t going to be easy for him either but she trusts her dad.
“where is he? i’ll go talk to him.” taka opens the door so he can keep his promise with d/n, to his surprise he’s met with her boyfriend standing in front of him.
he’s about to speak but is quickly cut off when her boyfriend kneels down and bows towards your husband, his head touches the floor. “i promise sir, i’ll protect d/n for as long as she’ll let me! i’ll make sure she’s well taken care of, i’ll love her with everything i’ve got and i apologize if your first impression of me was not to your liking, i swear i’ll do better next time!”
this takes takashi back to when he first got you pregnant, you weren’t married to him at the time and he knew it would be difficult for you to have to tell your parents that you were expecting— especially since they didn’t even know you were with someone, he had asked for your parents permission to marry you on the spot the same exact way d/n’s boyfriend had bowed to him.
“get up kid.” he says, d/n’s boyfriend hurriedly collects himself off the floor as he keeps both his hands behind his back, he’s probably waiting for a rejection but instead your husband places his hand on the boy’s shoulder. “just keep her happy for me.”
“y-yes sir!”
takashi sees you standing in the hall with your other kids, you have that glowing smile he fucking adores so much and his heart eases up again. he walks over to you and takes his younger daughter in his arms, placing her on his hip as he leans down to kiss your temple. “..thank you.” he whispers. “for what?” “for everything..”
your beloved husband is the kindest person to ever exist and of course when it comes to his girls he can be a little too protective but he’ll always be the best father you know. you wouldn’t have it any other way, there’s nothing you would change about this man because in the end, he’ll always make things right. when it really counts, takashi will go above and beyond for you and the family he absolutely treasures.
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hanma.
“baby, i’m home!” you hear shuji exclaim, you and your daughter tense up on the couch. she had just told you about her little date with her boyfriend tonight and you have no clue as to how your husband will react. scratch that.. you have some clue and it won’t be pretty.
you put your hands on her shoulders, to calm her breathing. “it’s okay baby, just relax.. i’ll talk to him first okay?” d/n absentmindedly nods.
you inhale once and make your way over to the front door, shuji immediately pulls you into his arms, lifting you up as he kisses you. “baby, i had the best day ever! where’s d/n? i want both my girls to hear this.”
you point to the living room, he grabs your wrist and drags you there with his shit eating grin that you somewhat love and hate at the same time. “there you are princess! listen to this, your daddy just got a promotion!”
are you happy for him? oh, absolutely. you’re his greatest support but are you prepared for the downside that’s about to come? well.. not exactly.
“that’s amazing shuji.” he grabs hold of your waist and peppers your face with loving kisses. “what do you say we celebrate tonight? you remember that-” “uh, shuji.. your daughter’s still here.”
he turns to look at d/n, he releases you and opens up his arms towards her. “aren’t you going to give your daddy a hug princess?”
d/n does exactly what her father says, but as they pull away from the hug shuji notices her mood is a little down. “what’s wrong baby girl? not feeling well?”
she shakes her head, “no.. i’m okay, uh dad- can i talk to you about something?” “sure baby, what’s wrong?”
your daughter steals a glance at you, you encourage her through hand gestures and she nods. “dad, i’m seeing someone.”
he raises a brow, “seeing someone as in?” “as in.. i’m in a relationship and we’re going on a date tonight.” shuji’s eyes shoot wide open, his heart drops all the way to his stomach. did he hear her right? relationship? date? ok, what the fuck is actually going on?
“you’re dating?”
“… yeah.”
your husband doesn’t like what he hears but he can see his daughter’s eyes, they’re pleading, he knows she wants him to be happy for her and shuji puts away his pride for just a moment. “that’s uh.. great baby!” he exclaims.
now, you’re really confused. is this really the shuji you know? the man who would risk his whole life for his princess, the man who scared off all the other boys from when d/n was twelve years old. he excuses himself and heads out to the backyard.
“does this mean dad approves?” d/n asks turning to you, you shrug your shoulders as you tap your chin in thought. “hold on baby, let me go check on him.”
you find shuji in the garage, he’s sitting on the floor tying a knot with a rope. you fold your arms over your chest and leaned against the car, “and what do you think you’re doing?”
“what does it look like y/n? it’s the end of the world.”
you roll your eyes at your husband’s ridiculous claim, “shuji, you’re overreacting.” he flicks his head towards you. “am i??”
you cover your mouth and giggle at his large puppy dog eyes, “you are baby, we both knew this day would come and don’t be mean when he gets here. you don’t want her to resent you do you?”
he mumbles to himself, you can somewhat make out a few words, something about ‘i’d rather have her resent me then run off with some chump’.
the night comes, you’re with your daughter fixing up her outfit for her so she looks her absolute best for her date. meanwhile, shuji is checking his watch and tapping his feet impatiently while waiting to meet this mysterious guy who’s captured his daughter’s heart.
the doorbell rings, “i’ve got it i’ve got it!!” shuji literally yells at the top his lungs as he races to the front door. he opens the door, “ah~ you must be d/n’s boyfriend.”
“good evening sir, it’s nice to finally meet you.” he respectfully bows and shuji rolls his eyes just before her boyfriend could see. your daughter pushes her way through the door, takes her boyfriend’s hand as she drags him away. “okay dad, i’ll be home by eleven. i love you byee!”
your husband blinks twice, what the fuck just happened? “baby, where are my keys?”
you pinch the bridge of your nose, “are you seriously thinking about following them?” he scoffs cockily. “are you crazy? of course i am.”
you sighed and tiredly walk back up upstairs, “do what you want shuji, i’m going to bed.” he snatches your wrist before you could take another step as he drags you out of the house. “what’re you-” “you’re coming with me babe!”
sitting in the passenger seat, “you know she’s going to kill you when she sees you following her right?” it didn’t take him long to catch up to your daughter and her boyfriend. “by the way, how on earth did you find them so fast anyways?”
he takes out his phone from his pocket and hands it over to you, you blankly stare at the screen. is he being for real? you turn your head to look at him and he proudly winks back at you. “a tracking app? when did you even-”
“oh! they’re stopping.” he exclaims. you look out the window and find yourself at the movies parking lot. “what a cheesy date spot.” he snickers and you roll your eyes. “you took me to the movies on our first date shuji.”
he doesn’t reply, instead your husband clears his throat and unfastens his seatbelt.
the entire night shuji would hide behind people, large vases and other objects in order to keep out of sight from his daughter, while dragging you along with him. during the movie, when d/n and her boyfriend were just about to kiss- he dumped his whole popcorn box onto the poor boy’s head before quickly ducking behind the seats.
in his mind, no man could ever replace him in d/n’s heart, he had to be the only one for the rest of her life, he knows how boys are and there’s not a single guy out there that he would consider good enough for his daughter.
after the movie, you and your husband spot d/n sitting at the table in the lobby with her date. he pulls the hood of his jumper over his head, hides his face behind the collar and pulls you over to sit at one of the other tables.
he desperately wants to go over there and drag her boyfriend by the hair but you stop him. “that’s enough!i’m not letting you ruin her moment anymore.”
“baby!” he whines. “doesn’t she look uncomfortable over there?” “uncomfortable??” you grab his face, forcing him to look at his daughter.
she’s smiling, her cheeks are a pretty baby pink and she’s exchanging laughter with her boyfriend as she’s picking popcorn bits off his clothes that shuji childishly spilled on him.
“does d/n look uncomfortable to you? baby, she’s seventeen you can’t baby her forever.. look how happy she is.”
his heart sinks as you say those words, this just doesn’t feel right to him. this doesn’t make any sense, just yesterday d/n was a little girl, his little girl.. how did time go by so fast? how can d/n grow up in just a blink of an eye?
you’re right though, he thinks. he’s never seen d/n’s face light up this much before, she looks the happiest he’s ever seen her and it warms his heart. oh, how he loves her so so much. he’d make anyone pay if they ever hurt his baby, he’d kill for her- he’d die for her.
“mom? dad?”
he quickly stands up from his chair. “o-oh! d/n, i didn’t know you came to watch movies here.” he nervously laughs. she folds her arms and raised a brow at him. “this is the only cinema in our area dad.”
“r-right! that’s right.. your mom and i were just-” “following us?” she interrupted. he rubs the back of his neck, a visible drop of sweat falls down the side of his face and you genuinely just want to crawl inside a wall right now. “you knew?” he asks her.
d/n lets out an exhausted sigh, “of course i knew, i was wondering how long you’d keep up this charade and here i thought you’d actually be happy for me. i guess i was wrong.” she’s just about to leave but he grabs her shoulder, “wait.. d/n, i’m sorry.” he means it, never once has your husband ever thought about making things difficult for his daughter.
“it just kills me to accept that one day, you won’t be daddy’s little girl anymore. i really am sorry princess..” he sighs, pulling d/n into his arms. “i didn’t mean to hurt you. you know that.”
she finally gives in to her father’s embrace, “i know..” when they pull away, shuji extends his hand out towards her boyfriend. as they shake hands his grip on her date tightens, he leans down to whisper near his ear so you and d/n couldn’t hear, “you know what happens to you if you make my baby cry right?” the scared shitless boy nods his head in a frenzy.
you’re not sure how to make of this whole situation, you knew your husband wouldn’t take giving up his daughter to a boy well but you know he’d do anything for his little girl. no matter how hard it would be for him, he’d do it anyways because his love for his daughter runs so much deeper than his pride to keep her locked up. you and d/n are his whole world. if it’s possible that someone else would do the same things he’d do for his precious princess then he’d make sure they’d follow it through.
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a//n : i wanna adopt all their kids tbh. i love dad!tokyo rev men so much i just had to write about them, i hope you all had a lovely valentine’s day ♡
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shujistars · 3 months
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sweet, succulent kisses
3 ways shuji kisses you, and 1 way you return the favor. -> wc: 2,575 -> contents: fem!reader, fluff, light violence, "fake" dating, hanma has long hair in one instance, reader wears a dress and appears very feminine, description of feminine body parts, suggestive at the end if you squint, reader wears makeup, reader has arm tattoos -> notes: this is pretty heavy self-ship coded, but can be read without it! i hope u guys enjoy. spent some time writing this on the train today <3 -> tags: @bioticlaw @anxious-chick @reiners-milkbiddies @honeybleed @benkeibear @h8ani @sin-and-punishment @suyacho -> join my taglist here!
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i. air kiss.
The first time Shuji kisses you, it’s not even a real kiss, technically speaking.
It's a Tuesday. You’ve got school, and Kisaki is kind enough to walk with you so you’re not alone, although deciding to take up the entire walk blabbering on about some way to get Hinata Tachibana to like him back as you walk inside the cinderblock walls of your prestigious private school. It had been an ongoing (one-sided) conversation with him and while you did like him enough to not tell him to completely fuck off, it definitely hurt you to see him pine after a girl who clearly did not like him back. That was a losing battle and you knew it, but alas, it was probably better to have him realize that for himself.
Regardless, you’re not paying attention to him. Instead, your eyes are narrowed, trained on a gaggle of second-years gathered in the front yard, surrounding an obnoxiously-decorated motor bike.
It's got cheetah print on the seat, and whoever decided that wasn’t tacky enough also made it a deep purple color. It's almost pretty if you don’t look too hard at it, which unfortunately, you manage to do through the massive windows overlooking the front yard. You hop up on the sill to get a better look.
You catch the eye of the owner, whose gold-and-purple gaze bores into you. It's like time suddenly pauses for a moment, the breath getting taken right out of your lungs. His expression is intense, even with his goofy, toothy smile tugging at his lips.
"God, did Hanma bring his stupid bike to school again?" you hear Kisaki sigh behind you, which breaks you out of your spell. You look back at the boy next to you, who's pushing his glasses up his nose with a look of disdain twisting his features. "Honestly," he groans, rolling his eyes, "I would've thought he’d try to get something a little less…flamboyant."
You can’t help but giggle. You know Kisaki and Hanma are relatively close, as far as acquaintances go. It's quite a sight seeing them together; Hanma’s gangly legs and psychopathic tendencies, with Kisaki’s calculated aura and short stature. They really are quite a pair. "You haven’t even introduced me yet," you mention to him, and Kisaki’s eyes narrow, fixing his glasses again. Is he nervous?
"Well, he’s a bit insufferable, so I didn't think it was worth introducing."
You’ve hopped up on the windowsill now, kicking your legs, resuming eye contact with Hanma. He looks like he’s undressing you with his eyes, his gaze traveling from your face to look you slowly up and down, sizing you up. It makes you feel tingly. "I wouldn't mind. Lemme make that decision for myself."
It’s then that Hanma brings his hand up to his face, and…blows a kiss at you.
The blush on your face is almost immediate, your hand coming up to your mouth as you chuckle nervously. Kisaki’s voice stutters next to you as he flips Hanma off through the window, sending the taller man into cackles that you can barely hear from inside. Instead, you grasp the invisible kiss in the air, and you bring it directly to your chest, sending a wink Hanma’s way.
His face goes bright red as his hand moves to scratch the back of his neck sheepishly. You can feel Kisaki glaring at you, the power of the gaze like fire against you. "What?" you ask innocently, hopping down from the windowsill and gathering your books. Kisaki only huffs, rolling his eyes. "Don’t enable him," he says curtly, and you chuckle, punching him lightly on the shoulder as you resume your walk to class.
"Lighten up a little, Tetta. Was just a joke."
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ii. cheek kiss.
Turns out the joke becomes a little more serious as the years progress.
You’re all grown up now, having faithfully followed Kisaki and Hanma through the passage of time. It was you three against the world; although it didn’t feel good that your childhood friend had turned into a twisted man, wrapped up entirely in his need to claim that salmon-haired girl for his own. It made you feel a little sick.
Luckily, Hanma was a breath of fresh air.
He manages to grow up a lot, and grows his hair out at the same time. He looks good in anything, but there’s something about a man with his hair up that manages to make your thighs quiver just a hair. It doesn’t help with your proximity to him, either.
You’re both sitting in Kisaki’s office one early morning, discussing some ridiculous dinner you both have to attend in his stead that evening. Something about business partners and sweetening deals. It’s a little silly, but you go along with it anyway; who wouldn’t knock a chance to dress up all pretty with clothes that you don’t even have to buy for yourself?
Apparently, Hanma feels the same way.
"So, all we have to do is show up and play nice, yeah?" he says, practically drooling all over the table at the thought, a cigarette hanging from his lips. Kisaki, at the desk, rolls his eyes and folds his fingers together, pressing the formed fist to his lips. "Yes," he says sternly, "and when I say play nice, I'm serious, Shuji. Do not fuck this up."
Yeah, that’s another thing; you’re all on first-name basis with each other. It feels exhilarating calling Hanma by his first name, and you can tell it does something to him as well; the faint blush on his neck when you say it isn’t lost on you, although you haven’t mentioned it. best to keep those things a little secret.
Kisaki sighs. "There is something else, too."
Hanma leans forward, hanging onto the boss’ every word.
"I need you two to act like a couple. An engaged couple."
The air is suddenly tense, Hanma choking on the smoke he’s in the process of inhaling from his cigarette. "What the fuck, why?" he says with disdain, and you can’t help but sock him in the arm. "What, am I not good enough for you?" you tease, and there’s a genuine fear flashing through Hanma’s eyes before it settles on a blank expression, completely unreadable. It’s like you imagined it.
"No, of course not," he teases back, nudging you with his shoulder, "jus’ seems weird, yeah?"
Kisaki sighs again. "Listen, I wouldn't ask if it wasn’t important. Plus, you can keep a better eye on him," as he gestures to you, "so he doesn’t kill someone by accident or something."
you can see Hanma leaning in on your side, thinking it’s just another one of his stupid quips—
—and you jolt as he leaves a sopping wet kiss on your cheek.
"Of course we can do that, Tetta," he says sweetly, a little too sweetly for you. if his words were candy, you’d be diagnosed with several cavities. it made you both uncomfortable and ever so slightly turned on.
Slightly was an understatement, but you can’t let him think he’s gotten under your skin. It’s just a joke, after all. Just for a job.
So, instead, you make a mockery of wiping the kiss off your face and smashing it against Hanma’s cheek instead, as he squeals. "Yeah, yeah, it’ll be easy. Got this bastard wrapped around my finger already."
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iii. hand kiss.
You are nervous.
Your hands play with one of the tassels on your dress. It’s a gorgeous black sequined number, flowing to the floor, golf leaf winding across the fabric. The strapless top hugs your chest just right, the rest of the dress doing the same for your pretty curves. Elbow-length black velvet gloves cover your arms and tattoos. You’ve swept your hair up on top, akin to a roaring twenties flapper’s hairstyle, decorated with gold jewelry to match the rest of your ensemble. Your eyeliner is sharp, two black wings on either side of your eyes swing outward across your temples, maroon and black coating your eyelids. Your lipstick is a dark mauve, stark against your face as you sit in your living room, waiting for one of Kisaki’s cars to pull into your driveway.
You’d be traveling separately, of course. Something about Kisaki not wanting to draw attention and have it "ruin the effect" of you and Hanma’s ruse. Speaking of, the beautiful gold ring resting on your ring finger keeps catching your eye, the pretty ruby resting in the middle catching the light just right. It’s helpful to twist, better than ruining your dress’s fabric as your nerves get the better of you.
The sound of gravel under tires outside has you standing up on cue, black heels clicking across the linoleum as the door opens before you.
Your breath hitches.
"You cut your hair."
Shuji is standing on your doorstep, clad in a beautifully matched three-piece suit that meshes deliciously with your own outfit. The black suit jacket fits him perfectly, his matching black waistcoat printed with gold leaf. His hair has been chopped off, the undercut allowing his waves to show off, his eyes glittering behind gold-rimmed glasses.
He grins. "Yes, I did."
"You dyed it, too."
"Yes. I see it matches even more with you. You look beautiful."
It's clear Kisaki went incredibly heavy on the matching symbolisms to make sure there were absolutely no doubts you were together.
You don't miss the corresponding ring on Shiji's ring finger, either, as he reaches for you.
Your hand rests in his own as he dips down, pressing a chaste kiss to your hand. "What a gentleman," you say sweetly, your gloved hand just in front of your lips as if to hide the smile tugging at your lips. He winks at you, helping you to the car, opening the door for you on the way. "Only the best for you, after all, my dearest friend," he teases as you slide into the car. The term friend makes your heart twinge a bit, which surprises you, but you elect to ignore it for now.
Shuji behaves himself surprisingly well that evening. He embraces the faux engagement to the max, more than you were expecting. Kisaki himself is even impressed with his actions, particularly when all three of you are chatting with a stakeholder at one of the many tabletops scattered throughout the ballroom, champagne flutes in all of your hands.
"So, are you both? You know?" he stammers, darting from the matching rings to you and Shuji. You nod, grabbing Shuji's handin your own. It's so much bigger than yours; the size difference makes your heart flutter. The warm seeps through your glove as if you're wearing nothing. "Yes," you answer, looking at Shuji, "we haven't set a date yet, however. Taking our time."
And Shuji, being Shuji, decides that is the perfect time to press another long, slow kiss to your knuckles.
You almost rip the glove off so you can feel his lips on your skin. The alcohol is beginning to soak your bloodstream. You catch Kisaki's eyes widen to the size of saucers for a moment, before resuming their "business first" expression. He pivots the conversation to something else that you don't care about, but your face is hot. It's obvious.
You catch Shuji's eye as you look away.
His expression is dark. Intense. Hungry.
It makes you clench your thighs together just a hair, like when he stared at you through the glass all those years ago in primary school.
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iv. lips kiss.
"It's cold out here."
It is. You can see your breath in the air, but Shuji's suit jacket does plenty to keep you warm. You're both up on the balcony, sharing a cigarette, watching the streetlights of Tokyo twinkle in the moonlight.
Shuji hums next to you, a rumble you can feel as you press close to him. "Trying to steal my jacket and my warmth? Pick a battle," he jokes, but he betrays himself as his arm wraps around your shoulders. The affectionate gesture makes your heart do flips in your chest.
If you or he were going to confess, it'd be now.
"Some dinner, huh?"
"Yeah."
Silence.
"God."
He sounds exasperated all of a sudden, puffing smoke out of his mouth as he looks downwards at the street. You lean away from him just a bit, enough to catch all the expressions flitting across his face. "What's up? Why do you sound so frustrated? The dinner was clearly a success. And," you nudge him, "you didn't accidentally kill anyone, either. Sounds like a win to me."
Shuji doesn't answer right away, taking another long drag from his cigarette. "Depends on what you consider a win."
"Huh?" It's a stupid question; there's something fluttering in your chest. You know what's coming; or maybe you're hoping you know what's coming.
His hand on your cheek makes you jolt. He's suddenly so close to you, his nose almost touching you, glasses mere inches from your own face. His eyes are trained on your mauve-coated lips. He looks restrained, like he's trying not to do something he's going to regret.
"You were very good at all that," he whispers to you, his expression suddenly soft. "It felt easy for me."
"Oh, yeah? How so?"
He bites his lip, bright white fangs digging into the flesh as if he's biting back words he wants to say.
"C'mon," you goad him on, "talk to me. Tell me."
He doesn't answer.
Instead, you feel him press his lips to your own in the softest kiss you've ever had.
You've had kisses before. Hell, you've had kisses from Shuji before, but none like this. None on the lips, none like he's scared of going too fast and too hard. He kisses you like you're made of glass, like you'll split apart if he moves too quickly against you, his hand just barely touching the soft, plush skin of your cheek, his thumb swiping across your cheekbone. He's savoring you, licking you up, memorizing every single taste of your lips and mouth. His tongue swipes along your lips, and a faint whine escapes from your throat as he swipes across your teeth—
It ends quicker than you think, and Shuji's face immediately changes to something close to fear as you both break away, panting. "Fuck, sorry," he stammers, moving away further, "that was a little. Uh. Weird, I guess."
Your gloved hand rests upon your lips. They feel tingly, your chest light.
"Do you know how badly I wanted you to kiss me tonight?"
You've got his attention again. He's staring at you like a wolf stares at its prey. Hungry, waiting for the right words to pounce on you. And by God, you're ready for him. Every bone, every muscle, every fiber in your body is screaming for him.
It's him. It's always been him.
"Really?" he breathes, and you giggle, resting your hand on his cheek.
"Of course. Besides, you're a wonderful kisser. Can't believe it took you this long to kiss me on the lips, you bastard."
A long, booming laugh falls from his lips as he grabs you and brings you flush with him, pressing another kiss to your lips again.
"Just needed a nudge, I guess," he whispers against you.
Neither of you see Kisaki sipping on his fourth champagne behind the glass leading onto the balcony, smiling against the glass. Kokonui is with him, leaning against his shoulder. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?" he smirks, and Kisaki nods solemnly, sipping.
"That idiot never would've taken the leap any other way."
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httpshujii · 2 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
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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.
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seraphdreams · 1 year
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! SO DEEP , I CAN FEEL IT IN MY THROAT !
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❧ chars. SHUJI HANMA
❧ contains. bratty!reader, hard/mean dom!hanma, sexy smut.
note: just a quick drabble since i’m trying to get back into writing/also on writing semi-hiatus :(
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back arched. an embarrassing display of your ass up, panties off underneath the man before you. hands bound by your sticky lace underwear and drool rolling off the side of your mouth — you would’ve never thought you’d end up like this; from hanma, no less
in all honesty, you definitely deserved what was coming to you. you had tested your boyfriend’s patience to the last bit, and there was just no other way to deal with you. but it’s also so fucking fun.
“you thought that shit was cute, huh?” his voice bellows, almost of a growl as he takes his hand around the base of his cock, not yet slipping into you but teasing your hole just enough. it earns a whine from you and the slight rocking back of your hips. “n-no, i was just playin’—put it in already.” your last vocables sounded of a wanton whine which only vex shuji. how could you so mindlessly manage to piss him off even more, that’s a world record right there.
the ends of your freshly done tresses find themselves entangled around his tattooed fist, the force of his tug inching your head back so that you meet his eyes. “save that shit,” another warning from him. he leans over enough to whisper in your ear, “so it’s cute to fuck on my friends?”
without waiting for a response, he releases your hair, instead lining his cock up with your slit and slowly sliding in. it would’ve felt good to finally get what you’ve been wanting yet his hard, sharp thrusts contradict that. he’s fast too, revelling in the way your ass jiggles each time he matches your hips. if you could slow him down, you would; his intricacy with tying knots leaving you only to take every inch of him. “slow down, s-shuji.” you cry out as your legs grow unstable. it’s almost laughable how you think you have some sort old control as if the thoughts aren’t getting knocked out of your head each time his tip brushes against your cervix. it’s too good.
“‘s okay, jus’ gotta fuck you ‘til you remember who the fuck you belong to.” he leans over once more, effectively lodging his cock even deeper into your cunt. “that good, doll?”
audible and coherent responses flurry in your head yet only fucked out babbles leave your lips. he could take a picture from how pretty you look all dumb on his cock.
you feel your orgasm impending within you, cunt twitching around hanma’s length. his strokes become deeper and more precise in turn, the friction at your gspot building and building until you finally release around him, that familiar ring of sheer whiteness at the base of his cock indicating your orgasm.
“oh? you came?” he queries, positioning himself upright again, a small chuckle coming from him. “a few more times ‘nd i’ll believe you’re sorry.”
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porcalinecunt · 4 months
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𝐗𝐗𝐗 ♡
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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! 🫶🏼
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꒰ 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 . . .
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sin-and-punishment · 1 year
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Shuji hitting on a girl who is flustered until she sees his hands. If it was me, I'd forget and be inspecting them like, I can barely get a shot from the doctor without crying and you got TWO tattoos. Shuji uses this to his advantage often in the most NSFW ways. Please. Please?
OOOOH thank u for sending this to me! i had so much fun writing it &lt;3
also this got WAY longer than i anticipated but i couldn’t get myself to stop. hope you don’t mind, but i promise it’s worth it! 🤪
Duality | Timeskip!Hanma Shuji x Fem!Reader (NSFW/18+)
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cw: MDNI, Shuji being an insatiable menace ugh i want him so bad in this, pet names ("doll, princess, baby"), alcohol, smut, clit stimulation, choking, degrading language ("slut")
tagging a few of my fellow shuji simps: @virtue-and-beneviolence @sleepysnk @bertholdts--butt @softbajis @shoyoist @mitsuyeaah
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He casually pushed his gold-rimmed glasses further up the bridge of his nose, revealing what you considered to be one of the most interesting, and quite possibly intimidating, things about him: a black kanji tattoo on the back of his hand— big and bold. “Hanma. Shuji.”
You realized his hands had been stuffed in both pockets of his crisp, gray pinstripe slacks this entire interaction so far. He so casually approached you in this ritzy club, which your friend decided on for her birthday celebration this year. Definitely not your type of crowd, and you had to go buy a decent (and honestly expensive) looking dress that wouldn’t make you stick out like a sore thumb amongst all the fabulous bodies that probably come here every other night for no particular reason at all.
“Huh?” you were so distracted trying to decipher what symbol was on his hand that you hadn’t a clue what he had just said to you. 
“My name. Hanma Shuji.”
You didn’t want to feel rude, so you gave him your name in return. As you did, the bartender placed your drink that you ordered in front of you, while also sliding a rocks glass over to Hanma. A whiskey neat. Had he even ordered a drink?
You pulled out a few bills from your purse, until Hanma made eye contact with the bartender and he insisted it was no charge. 
Hanma grabbed the short glass of amber liquor and swirled it a few times. “You’ve never been here.” It wasn’t a question. 
You watch him raise the glass to his lips and take a sip, realizing the back of his hand read ‘Punishment.’ The infliction of a penalty in response to an offense. 
“Uh- no, I haven’t” you respond, taking your own drink to your lips and timidly sipping on it, your eyes glued to his hand the entire time.
“How about I show you around then?” Hanma reveals the faintest hint of amusement in your demeanor with a small grin. 
You’re not entirely sure why this man took interest in you out of all the beautiful people in this large room, but you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t flattered. Sure, it was your friend's birthday, but you convinced yourself that meandering off with a tall and (extremely) handsome man for a little while wouldn’t hurt. 
“S-sure, alright.” you managed to get out. 
Almost immediately, and before you even finished giving an answer, Hanma had reached his other hand out and placed it on the small of your back, beginning to guide you wherever he desired to take you. The low cut of the back of your dress left your skin exposed, making direct contact with his warm fingertips and sending a shiver up your spine. Hanma noticed. 
He let out a very low chuckle. “This way, doll.” He guided you past the large clusters of people to a set of ascending stairs to the upper level of the club, where it seemed only important people were allowed to venture. There was a red velvet rope denying general access to the floor above, which Hanma moved himself. 
“After you,” he smiled devilishly as he used his Punishment hand, still holding his drink, to point you in the direction of the top of the stairs. 
You did as he said and began to climb the expensive looking stairs, focusing on not tripping over your own heels that haven’t been properly broken in yet. 
Hanma guided you to a set of intricate wooden double doors tucked away in the back of the club. He pushed one of the doors open with his shoulder, leading you inside by the hand with his slender and surprisingly well manicured fingers. The door closed behind the both of you. 
You took in the sight of the room you were now alone in with Hanma— there was a fully stocked private bar, made of rich wooden accents that complimented the rest of the room. There were plush couches and chairs scattered about in small circles, intended to keep socializing private. The lights were a warm yellow and dimmed just enough to keep the mood inviting.
“Come have a seat over here, princess,” Hanma beconed you to follow him, which you did. He took his place on a large comfortable looking sofa, keeping his eyes on you. As you went to walk past to the space next to him, he tutted and grabbed you by the waist to pull you down directly onto his lap. You let out a little squeal by surprise, not expecting him to be so direct. “Best seat in the house is right here," he jested.
You did your best to balance yourself on his spread legs, while still trying to appear graceful. Hanma leaned back onto the backrest of the sofa and took another sip of whiskey. “So what’s a pretty, obviously uncomfortable beauty like you doing in this upscale establishment?”
“Oh, um, birthday party. Not mine. A friend. It’s her birthday,” you rambled like an idiot, flushed cheeks, trying to keep a grip on your sweating drink glass and keep your composure while being this close to someone so damn attractive…
Hanma smirked again, “I see. So then, why did you agree to come up here with me, alone?” He was teasing you with his hand on your thigh, dancing his fingers along the hem of your, now regrettably, short dress. You peered down and realized this was his other hand, which adorned a different kanji symbol— ‘Sin.’ A transgression against divine law. 
Your eyes widened ever so slightly and you could feel your skin prickle against his touch. Why had you so absentmindedly allowed him to guide you to this room so far away from everyone else in the building?
“I… don’t know.” 
You could feel Hanma chuckle again, low and from his expansive chest. He finished off what was in his glass and leaned forward to place it on the table in front of him. His wavy black and blonde hair grazed the swell of your breasts and you felt yourself suck in a small bit of air in a gasp. Hanma noticed that, too. 
“Can I ask you something, Hanma-san?” you managed to breath out. 
“None of that— just Hanma. Or Shuji if you prefer. What’s your question, doll?”
You decided to finish off your own drink in hopes the old 'liquid courage' myth would kick in. “Your tattoos, can I ask… what they’re for?” 
“What they’re for?” Hanma responded almost mockingly. He took the empty glass from your hand to place it next to his and adjusted your body to now straddle his waist. You could feel yourself tense up and weren’t sure what to do with your hands— rest them on his broad shoulders or try to keep yourself decent by tugging your dress down as it was now riding up dangerously high.
Hanma wasted no time using his Sin hand to slide up your inner thigh and gently place two fingers on your dampening panties. “Well, sweetheart, this one—“ You could feel his fingers begin to make slow and languid circles around your clit. You let out an involuntary whine and placed your hands on his chest, trying to grip at the fabric of his dress shirt. 
He adorned a full grin at your response to his touch. “This one is for any and all delicious pleasures you might have going on in that little head of yours.” You looked at Hanma with a heavy lidded gaze, partially from the liquor you hastily ingested and the other being his deft fingers sending shockwaves through your body. It was heavenly, and nothing before this had ever made you this soaking wet. 
“And this one—“ he began as he reached Punishment up the length of your torso and placed it around your throat, giving it a slight but harsh squeeze at the sides. He pulled you in closer to him, now an inch from his face as you began to pant from Sin’s ministrations. “This is purely for pain, if you choose to be a dirty slut.” You felt like you were floating already, and now with the blood supply being slightly cut off from your brain, everything around you became hazy. Everything, that is, except for Hanma’s golden eyes boring holes into your own. 
“Now, tell me which one you want, baby.” Hanma was putting more pressure on both your throat and your clit, sending mixed but tantalizing signals all through your body. It was getting harder to breathe, but the sensation was to die for. You could feel your hips begin to buck against his hand, feeling his cock strain through his perfectly tailored pants. The knot in your core was beginning to tighten and your thighs were shaking from the duality of sensations.
Your hands reached for Hanma’s wrist, and your fingers ghosted over the black ink of his hand against your neck. Almost knowingly, his grip loosened so that you could give him a proper answer to his question. 
“I– I want both. Please, Shuji.”
If the devil were real, you were sure it would be Hanma Shuji. His deep golden eyes flashed something both sinister and passionate, and his hand gripped tighter once again on your throat. 
“Good girl.”
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Another Kat HC of Hanma ::: He gets hard really easy so stimulating him will be a piece of cake.
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A/N ::: Thank you, Kat.
C/W ::: MDNI under the cut, please.
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"What're you doing, princess? What ... are ... you ... up ... to?" Hanma leaned forward a little from where the two of you sat on the couch to try and see your face. You were smooshed up against his side, under his left arm. Neither of you are really paying attention to the movie that was on. He patted your shoulder with his hand, "Asked you a question, you little delinquent. The fuck you think you're doin' down there?" He exhaled smoke through his laugh.
"I'm not doing anything. Just rubbing my hand on your leg and enjoying your company, Shuji. Is that a crime? And I'm not the delinquent in this partnership. You are. Don't project your shortcomings onto me, you ass."
"That's not my leg that y'rubbin there, princess. You know damn well what you're rubbin' on." He smirked and shifted so he was facing you. "Care to tell me why you're being so … whatever this is, tonight?"
“I just thought that's what you wanted. I saw the bulge in your pants before you came and sat down next to me. This is your doing.” You sat up and scooted away from him.
“Where you rumplin’ off to? I didn't say you could go anywhere, baby doll.”
You giggled and leaned back into his side, resting your head on his chest. You were getting tired of the movie anyway. Might as well put your attention on Hanma.
He took another long drag of his cigarette and looked down at you. You felt his eyes on you, but you pretended to keep your focus on the movie. He let out a soft sigh and ran his fingers through your hair.
"I love you, you know that, right?" Hanma's voice was barely above a whisper.
"Of course, Shuji. I love you too." You reached up and caressed his cheek. He nuzzled into your touch and you couldn't help but smile.
"I'm gonna get hard again if you keep doing that, you know?" His breath tickled your neck as he leaned over to whisper in your ear.
You moved your hand from his cheek to his thigh and gently squeezed it. "Why don't you give me something to work with, then?" You saw his cock twitch through his baggy khakis and you smirked.
Hanma chuckled and pressed his lips to your ear, "I don't know if I have anything to offer you, sweetheart. But if you wanna get me off, I'm sure you can find a way."
You lifted yourself up and straddled his lap, causing him to grunt in surprise. "I'm sure I can figure something out, my big strong boy."
Hanma snuffed out his cigarette in the ashtray beside him and turned his attention back to you. He bit his lip as he watched you move your hand up his thigh and brush it against his erection.
"Boy ... BOY? I don't know about that, princess. But I like that you think I'm strong."
You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him softly. Hanma smiled into the kiss and ran his hands up and down your back. "I know you are, baby. You're the strongest boy I ever did meet."
He chuckled and grabbed your hips, lifting you up and laying you down on the couch. He leaned over you and kissed your neck, his tongue grazing your skin as he moved down to your collarbone.
You moaned and tangled your fingers in his hair. He moved back up and kissed you deeply, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You could taste the tobacco and nicotine on his lips and tongue, but it wasn't enough to stop you from kissing him back. In a sick way, you'd become addicted to his taste. As foul as it was, you associated it with kissing him and sometimes, if you're in the right kind of mood and you smell cigarettes out and about, it'll give you that initial rush of arousal. It's not the same for you, but it's good for him.
Hanma pulled away and started unbuttoning your shirt, his long, thin fingers deftly moving from one button to the next. "You want me to fuck you, baby? Huh? You want me to make you feel good? You know I will. I'll do anything for you, princess."
You moaned and arched your back, pushing your chest up into his touch as he slipped your shirt off and tossed it to the floor. He sat up and quickly removed his own shirt before leaning back over you.
"You're my baby girl, you know that?" He pressed his lips to your forehead and you felt your stomach flip. "So perfect. So sweet." He trailed kisses down your neck and to your chest, his breath hot on your skin. "You want me to make you cum, baby? Hmm? Want me to fill you up with my cock and make you scream my name?" He pressed his erection against your core and you whimpered.
"Yes, Shu, god, please fuck me. Make me feel good. Pleasepleaseplease." You wrapped your legs around his waist and bucked your hips up into his. He smirked and slowly thrust against you. "Please, Shuji."
Hanma chuckled and pulled away from you, causing you to whine. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, his erection springing free and slapping against his abdomen.
"I will never get tired of seeing that." You giggled as you said that under your breath. More for yourself than him, but he still heard you.
He winked at you and knelt down in front of the couch. "Come sit here, baby." He motioned for you to sit on the edge of the couch. You did as he asked and he grinned.
"Good girl. Now spread those pretty legs for me. Let me see you." He grabbed your thighs and gently pushed them apart, exposing your already dripping wet core. He licked his lips and leaned forward, pressing his tongue against your clit.
You gasped and grabbed his hair, pulling him closer. "Hohmygod, Shuji, don't stop. Don't stop. Please, baby." You could feel him smile against you as he lapped at you.
Hanma slipped his finger into your core and curled it upward. You cried out and bucked your hips against his face. He kept sucking and licking your clit, his finger working in and out of you at a steady pace.
You felt yourself getting close and you tugged on his hair. "Shu ... I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum, baby, please. Please."
Hanma pulled away and smiled up at you, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal.
"W-wh- the hell, Hanma. Why'd you stop? You playin' some kinda game today? Fuck man." You pouted your best pout at him and began moving your hand over to your needy cunt. "Guess I'll have to take care of this myself. Woe is me. Woe ... is ... me." Your fingers worked your clit with the most precise accuracy. Like you were a computer that had received a set of perfect instructions.
The look on Hanma's face was that of betrayal. "What're y'doin'? Tryna hurt my feelings, princess? Goddamn it, y/n." He swatted your hand away and moved back in between your legs, his tongue instantly finding its way back to your clit.
You moaned and arched your back, pushing yourself against his face. "That's better. This pussy might be attached to you. But so long as you're my girl, this is my pretty little toy. Got it?" He asked, sounding more agitated than you thought he would. Which made you incredibly happy. You couldn't resist fucking with him. You rarely could. But today was not one of those days.
You nodded and tangled your fingers in his hair again. "Yes, Shuji. All yours. This pussy is all yours. Please make her cum." You bucked your hips up into his mouth and he groaned.
His finger slipped back into your core and you felt yourself getting close again. "Shu ... I'm gonna cum. Y-you - cum for me, too, baby."
Hanma pulled away again and stood up. He grabbed your arms and pulled you off the couch, turning you around and bending you over the armrest. He rubbed his cock against your entrance, teasing you.
"You want me, baby? Hmm?" His words were strained as he pressed the head of his cock against your opening, slipping just that in, you felt the intrusive pop of his dick warming your insides.
"Yes, Shuji ... fuck." You wiggled your ass against his groin and he grunted, pushing himself deeper into you. "Fuck me, baby. Please, Shu." You were begging for it, but it didn't seem to be enough for him.
"You want me to fuck you, princess? You sure?" He chuckled and grabbed your hips, pushing himself in until his cock was buried deep inside you. "You sure you can handle it? You sure you can handle allll this meat I'm feedin' you? You better open wide, slut. You're gonna dine well tonight."
You cried out as he began to thrust in and out of you, his cock filling you up so completely that you thought you might burst. "Shuji! Fuck!" You felt tears welling up in your eyes and you knew that this was going to be the best orgasm of your life.
"That's it, princess. Take all of my cock." He pulled nearly all of the way out and then thrust back in. He had always managed to brush against every single area of your insides that drove you to see stars. You could feel your walls pulsating around him as he moved in and out of you.
Hanma picked up the pace, his hips slamming against your ass as he fucked you. You moaned and gripped the armrest, your knuckles turning white as you held on for dear life.
He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you back, arching your spine and causing your tits to bounce with each thrust. "That's it, baby. You take my dick so well. Such a good little slut. So tight. So wet. Goddamn." His words were a mess, but it was music to your ears.
"Shu ... I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. Pleeease let me cum." Your voice was breathless, but you managed to get the words out.
Hanma leaned forward, nibbled on your ear and growled, "Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my dick."
You moaned and felt yourself coming undone. Your legs shook and you felt your pussy clench around his cock as you came. He grunted and you felt him still inside of you, his cum filling you up.
Hanma pulled out and you collapsed onto the couch, your legs unable to support you anymore. He chuckled and flopped down next to you, pulling you close to his chest.
"Fuck, that was good. You're so good, baby." He kissed your forehead and you smiled.
"Mmm, you're not so bad yourself, Shu. I love you."
He laughed and squeezed you tighter. "Love you, princess."
The two of you sat there, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking, until you finally decided it was time to get cleaned up.
"Shu, I'm gonna go hop in the shower. Wanna come with?" You stood up and looked down at him. He smirked and nodded.
"You know I do, baby." He grabbed your hand and followed you into the bathroom, the two of you taking turns washing each other off and exchanging soft kisses under the warm spray of water.
You knew that Hanma was always horny and you didn't mind that one bit. After all, he made you feel so good, you couldn't complain.
Too much.
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katsune-nya · 6 months
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OMG PLS MORE FAKE TEXTS THEY R SOOOOOOO CUTE!!!!!!!!
🥺🥺🥺 Thank u bb.
Hanma Shuji Fake Texts!
(Gender neutral except the last one)
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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
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“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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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💕
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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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shujistars · 7 months
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you're not mine pt.2 | shuji hanma has no right to claim you. previous part: you're not mine pt.1 wc: 1,545 cw: angst, jealous!shuji, gn!reader (physical clothing descriptions but nothing beyond that) notes: honestly i'm considering making this multi-chapter but i think i can happily leave this here for now. let me know if you guys enjoyed! likes and reblogs are much appreciated!
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God, Shuji was nervous.
The sweat on his hands makes his skin feel clammy as he brushes them on his pants. He straightens his tie for the millionth time that evening, checking his phone as he leans against the wall outside the restaurant you told him to meet you at. His shirt feels a little too tight, the maroon color at least disguising the sweat collecting under his arms. His hand shakes as he pulls out another cigarette; for some reason, these aren’t calming his nerves as much as usual. It almost feels worse.
“Hey, Shuji!”
That voice. He’ll never get tired of hearing that voice.
Shuji perks up just in time to watch you wander up to him, his breath catching as the compliment he had ready dies in his throat. You’re…you’re beautiful, he thinks to himself as his eyes rake across your figure. You’re in a pretty black dress that hugs your hips just right, skirt a little too high, heels a little too tall, fishnets stretched across your thighs. In your hand is a tiny little black purse adorned with golden accents, matching your jewelry.
Purple highlights in your hair and purple glitter eyeliner glint in the restaurant's light as you approach, eyes wide and sparkling, a smile completing your outfit like a pretty little bow, your lips covered with a gorgeous violet matte lipstick.
Fuck.
“H-Hey,” he stammers out, leaning down to hug you. Your perfume hits his nose just then, and it awakens something in him; it’s the same perfume you wore when you had been sitting on the beach with him a year ago. The notes of lavender make him want to pick you up, say fuck it to the restaurant, and go back to his place. Fuck Ran, fuck Rindou, fuck anyone who you’d made plans with tonight; he wanted to have you all night, all to himself, so severely that it ached.
The hug felt like it lasted decades and seconds, all simultaneously, as you pulled away, remarking that you should probably go inside as the chilly air began to cut into your skin. Shuji nods, barely registering what you’re saying as you pull him inside, talking to the hostess as she nods, nails clicking on her tablet before she leads you both to the table.
The restaurant is on the fancy side, with tables clad with white cloths, candles next to where the condiments would be, and black napkins folded in the shape of swans. You both sit down, Shuji grabbing the water the waiter offered you. The nerves in his brain were making him feel dizzy, but the chill of the crisp water brought him closer to earth.
It’s quiet between the two of you after you sit down, perusing the menu; it’s pretty extensive for such a nice restaurant, but Shuji already knows what he wants. He’s dependable like that, at least to that extent. He mainly picks the first thing he sees because he proceeds to spend half that time just watching you study the piece of paper in front of you, and it’s not long till you meet his eyes with a gentle smile. “Are you staring at me?”
Shuji choked on his water, coughing as he placed the cup back on the table. “N-no,” he lies, gritting through his teeth, and you let out your pretty laugh that’s music to Shuji’s ears. “It’s fine, you know,” and your hand reaches across the table to cover his own, eliciting a sharp noise from Shuji’s lips, one he’s been trying very hard to hold back, “we haven’t seen each other in a year. Makes sense why you’d be so interested in my new look.”
“Y-yeah, it’s…it’s nice. You look good.”
“Thanks. So do you. Maroon is your color.”
You shoot him a wink before the waiter returns, and you both put in some appetizers, drinks, and main courses.
Shuji takes another sip of water as you open your mouth.
“So, Shuji Hanma…what have you been getting up to since I’ve been gone?”
Shuji snorts, placing the water back on the table; it’s almost gone. “Nothing. I’m sure Rindou filled you in?” A shake of your head and wide, questioning eyes make his blood suddenly cold. Did Rindou not tell you that they’re both in the biggest gang in Tokyo? Shuji’s hand reaches behind his head, scratching at his undercut as he sighs, looking down at the table.
“W-well…”
“You’re in a gang, right? I know that much. You can skip over the details.”
“Yeah, we’re—”
“I know you’re a part of Kanto Manji, too. But I’m not asking about your gang activities. I’m asking about you.”
Your eyes are prying now like they’re unpeeling Shuji’s skin as quickly as one unpeels an orange—deft cuts, tearing off in one complete motion. You’re exposing him, laying him on a table, and poking around where you shouldn’t be. And Shuji, he lets you. Because who else would he ever be honest with in this cold, unforgiving world?
He sighs, giving in, becoming very interested in the pressed design on the tablecloth, fingers knotting together.
“It sucks. It’s lonely. It’s heartless. As you probably guessed, having friends is a bad idea in this business. I still live alone, too. I'm considering moving in with Ran and Rindou, but I don't know if I can stand all the girls they bring home. And guys, too, for that matter; I don’t judge anyone’s preferences. Would just like it if they didn’t do it around me.”
That’s when he looks up, and the look in your eyes feels like a knife. It’s not pity. That’s what he was afraid of; it’s far better than expected. It almost looks…accepting.
“You know,” you start, reaching for the glass of wine that the waiter had placed on the table during Shuji’s ramble, “Rindou did mention you when he was in America. Why do you think I wanted to return to Tokyo so badly when I finally had free time? I could’ve picked anywhere in the world instead of here, where I grew up.”
“Do you know why that is?”
Shuji’s breath hitches.
His mouth is dry. It’s so dry, even though he’s been dunking water down his throat for half this dinner. He’s surprised he hasn’t had to take a piss yet. He swigs his wine, wincing as the tannins scrape against his throat.
“It’s not…it’s not me, right?”
The glitter in your eyes hurts. Not painfully, but the slow realization as you confirm his thoughts makes his head spin.
“Yeah, idiot. I came back for you.”
Time seems to stop around Shuji. His brain is short-circuiting, his vision going hazy around the edges. Is he that important to you?
A small hand darts across the table—your hand—grabbing his own and bringing it onto the top. He can’t look at you. He knows you’re staring into his soul, eyes burning into his skin, wanting him to say something. How can he say anything right now?
He hears a sigh from your side of the table and a light squeeze of his hand.
“Listen, you don’t have to be happy I’m back; I know you have your own life now and—”
He starts. “I am! Seriously, I am. I just…I forgot I had people who cared about me. Gets a little tricky to figure out who gives a shit and who doesn’t, yknow?”
That seemed to be enough because as he raised his head again, your eyes were glassy, tears threatening to break your pretty lash line. A smile stretches across your face, beaming at him. “Good, I’m glad. And you know…I’m thinking about doing a semester abroad here. Maybe even an internship. Things are flexible in America, and someone needs to watch you.”
Shuji laughs. “Yeah, you’re so scary when you want to be,” he jokes, making you laugh too. The tears are still there, though, and Shuji’s moving before he can stop himself, bending across the table and brushing the tears away from your eyes.
“Pretty girls shouldn’t cry.”
You blink, a red tint appearing on your cheeks, and Shuji wonders if he’s done something wrong when you don’t respond for a moment. Luckily, your hand reaches up to grab his own, holding it to your cheek.
“Good thing I have such a beautiful man around to ensure that doesn’t happen.”
The dinner goes smoothly after that, a sense of warmth pumping throughout Shuji’s body as you converse about school, Rindou’s latest hairstyle, what’s happened in the past year since you’ve been gone, and generally catching up. He’s beginning to feel the same lightness he felt when you’d asked him to dinner earlier today.
And later, when he drops you off at Rindou’s apartment, kissing your beautiful, soft lips, he feels like he will blast off the earth. His hands grip your sides so tightly as if letting go would make you float away into the stars and away from him.
“Oi! Lovebirds! Stop fucking on my porch!”
Shuji feels you laugh against his lips, completely ignoring Rindou’s protest as you press another kiss to them. “I hope you know you’re mine now,” you joke, “you always were. Just didn’t know how to tell you.”
“Wouldn’t want to be anyone else’s, princess.”
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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 彡 In which . . . you celebrate Shuji's birthday.
〔CW〕 — Usage of pet name (baby), crying (not rly), mentions of smoking.
〔AN〕 — Happy birthday to the absolute love of my life. Srsly wish u were real, love you so much more than you'd ever love me.
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Tall, lanky, and edgy appearance to the eyes. Hanma Shuji enjoys the smell of gore, the harsh impact of skin against skin, the melody of moans and groans of tired throats, and the thump of curling bodies on the cold concrete of December streets.
But even after all the breathy laughs, cigarette puffs, and blood pumps, Shuji gets tired.
"Darii..." He'd hum as he walks down the familiar path of one.
Walking past a playground, up a staircase of a building, and knocking on a door. It's late.
"You should be sleeping." He greets with a crooked smile and droopy eyes, hands in pockets as he leans down and presses a kiss to your hair.
"Says you," You argue back as you lean up on your tippie toes and hug him close. Instantly, he melts into your touch. Hugging you back just as tight.
Everyone has their own secret, and you're Shuji's little secret. Not really, but he doesn't want you involved in his actions on the streets. Worrying about you most of the time you're out because he knows what can happen.
You find it cute. And you find it cute how he always comes back to you.
"Missed you," his voice is rusty and broken. Tired and smoky. Noting his drowsy complexion, a soft smile grazes your lips. Pulling him in from the cold of the outside air, and into the intoxicating warmth of your home.
Hanma Shuji is scary to all, haunting victims', making everyone think he's some ghost on Halloween night.
But in your eyes, he's none of that bullshit.
He's just a sixteen year old boy that went in the wrong, but it's okay. Because he just needs to slow down every once in a while.
Always a step ahead, always on edge, always messed up in the head.
But if only people looked closer . . .
Shuji loves reading, borrowing a book from the library almost every week. Reading them to you as you make him a cup of hot chocolate.
Shuji loves getting pampered, pleading for you to cut and file and even paint his nails.
Shuji loves listening to you yap about that one kid in your class, he loves watching you do absolutely anything, and he especially loves how he can be vulnerable with you.
Following you as you dragged him to your kitchen, he leans back against the counter, "Can you close your eyes Shu?"
Without hesitation, he closes those golden orbs of his and a small smile paints his lips. He hears the flick of a lighter and is immediately curios, "Lighting a cig without me?"
"You wish. After that one time, never smoking again."
He laughs dryly, all sound carved out of his throat. His mind takes him back to the first time he let you try a puff of smoke, he laughed as you choked on the filthy air. Laughing even more when you smacked his shoulder, kissing you afterwards as an apology.
"You can open your eyes now..."
"You sound kinda hesitant baby, what's wrong?"
"Just nervous," he knows you're kicking your foot on the tiled floor, it's a habit of yours anytime you feel shy or nervous about saying something, "open your eyes...please."
He flutters them open, his smile falls slightly and his eyes widen. In your hands, a plate with a small cake sits, decorated with silver golden flakes and white frosting. A small purple candle sits atop, the little flame dancing.
"I'm not gonna sing the birthday song just because it's awkward. But happy birthday Shuji." A shy smile paints your features. Bringing the plate up to his eye level. He smiles softly, "I'm glad you're here with me today...and I'm glad to see that those stupid cigarettes didn't kill you yet.." you tell, laughing at the end as if it's a prayer to God, thanking him that Shuji's in good health.
Tears threaten to fall from your eyes, you don't even know why. Maybe it's just the thought that he might go out one day and never come back, maybe it's the possibility that he might get bored of you, or maybe something else.
You don't want him to leave. You want him here, by your side. Sin and Punishment cup your cheeks, wiping away the tears you didn't feel fall.
With a forced smile, you manage to croak out, "Make a wish.."
"My wish came true a long time ago, when you came along."
"Then wish something for me."
"Anything."
"I wish that you stop smoking those stupid cigarettes."
"Can't do that baby~"
"Worth a try."
Thinking for a second, Shuji blows out the candle.
"Thank you pretty."
Placing the plate on the counter and grabbing a fork, "For what?" you hand the utensil to him and he pokes it into the soft cake.
"For remembering."
"'ts the least I can do for you."
"You do so much more."
"I'm just loving you."
He laughs and takes a bite out of the cake, "I wish I can love like you."
"You love better than me."
At that he shakes his head, holding out his fork, waiting for you to open your mouth and feed you. Once you do, "I want you to know my wish."
"No."
"Why."
"It won't come true."
"I wished for a whole life with you."
A gasp and a meeting of eye, "Now it won't come true, and you'll leave me."
"Even if it did happen, I'll always come back to you. He places the fork down, moving towards you to kiss your forehead.
"You're a dummy..."
"Your dummy~"
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strawberryfairi · 3 months
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Shuji Hanma | Headcanons
★ When he flirts with you; Black Girl Edition❣️ ★ Fluff; Shuji being ridiculously chaotic and you pretending not to love it
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💎 DO NOT let this man's looks fool you. Shuji is a cornball ass bozo! I said what I had said💁🏾‍♀️
~He comes across so intimidatingly gorgeous, especially since he's so damn tall, but he flirts with you like he's still in high school because he thinks it's funny. Just the most unserious man to walk the earth.
~ For example: "You got any bandaids? 'Cause I scraped my knees when I fell for you, baby." He murmurs next to your ear with a wide, prideful grin. You give him your best side eye for a moment, then walk away shaking your head, attempting to force your smile down so he wouldn't get boosted off your reaction.
"You need to go on somewhere with your goofy ass. That was even worse than yesterday." You reply over your shoulder, the amusement all in your voice as you kept walking.
~He would never admit this out loud, but he loves the way you always roll your eyes and walk away trying to hide your smile from him when he makes a move on you. He follows after you every single time.
~Honestly he can be like that annoying sibling that won't stop bothering you when he wants to. Turning your bedroom light on then leaving with your door wide open type time...that's Shuji.
~He will absolutely insert himself into your daily life, and do it without warning. He just...arrives. ~Does not care about your feelings on the matter either^^, if he wants to be around you he will.
~You act like you'd never give him the time of day and he absolutely, positively loves it.
~You have to give it to 'em, he's definitely persistent.
~He's never satisfied with his encounters with you until you're completely bothered and/or utterly embarrassed by him.
~Example #2: "Get back! Why're you always doin' the most?!" You rant, covering your face with hands to hide the embarrassment as you walk. This man Shuji had started yelling out Michael Jackson lyrics in the middle of the sidewlak all out in public like he don't got no damn sense. Acting like he's in a music video behind you, people start to stare and mumble discreetly to each other as they passed by you two, only making the embarrassment ten thousand times worse.
"JUST KISS ME BABY AND TELL ME TWICE, THAT YOU'RE THE ONE FOR ME! THE WAY YOU-
"SHUJI! I'm bouta call the police on your stupid ass! Stop! 'Cause you can't even sing!" You holler over him, trying to come across as angry and annoyed as possible as you continue speed walking down the sidewalk.
~He definitely noticed the wide smile on your face....
~No no, getting serious for a second though, he'll definitely come through whenever you need his help. Especially if it involves beating some idiot guy's ass that couldn't take a hint. ~I mean, he's goofy and wild, but he's always reliable.
~Speaking of fighting, he loves to show off his skills when he can. He knows he's a great fighter and so do you.
~He loves the height and overall size difference between you too, and will definitely flex that regularly.
~He's not one to get sappy or particularly emotional, but whenever you're upset or crying about something he'll cheer you up in his own (ghetto) way.
~Example #3: You sniffled a few times, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand as you finished ranting about your coworkers at your stressful job.
"Yeah, that's a lot. So...wanna ride?" He asks, his tone plain yet a mischievous smirk made it's way onto his lips. Your face instantly scrunches up in annoyance.
"Shuji! Why can't you just like listen and-
"On my bike, on my bike!" He chuckles, waving his hands in surrender as you smack his shoulder.
"Then say that, not 'wanna ride'." You scold, giving him another one of your classic side eyes. He knew damn well that came across sexual.
The two of you spend the rest of the afternoon into night riding around town until you completely forgot about the stress of the day. It was a win-win in Shuji's mind. You weren't upset anymore, and he got to spend hours with the feeling of your arms wrapped around him for once instead of smacking him.
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🧚🏾‍♀️A/N: Ugh, I love Shuji, he's such a goofy, tall cutie.
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geltears · 2 years
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stoner bf Hanma
stoner bf !Hanma who has a bad smoking habit (everyone knows this). There’s nothing Hanma loves more than you and cigarettes and he loves you even more because you don’t smoke but you’ve always got a lighter on hand in case he needs it. And even though Hanma’s got his own, he always lets you light it for him; he gives you the sweetest murmurs of praise for it.
When Shuji’s high he’s something of a mess of long limbs tugging at your smaller hands. You let him have his way with you because you’re Shuji’s sweet girl and he absolutely adores that about you. His kisses are somehow rougher and deeper when he gets like this and you actually like it— though you won’t admit it. Even if he’s a little buzzed he remembers where you like him to press soft kisses & his fingers are still as adept as ever.
stoner bf!Hanma who only has half the mind to tug you to the nearest surface where he props you up and knees your legs open for easy access. He doesn’t care enough to take your panties off, just pushing them to the side to shove 2 digits into your drenched hole/ or eat you out of he’s really feeling it. He doesn’t stop until he’s knuckle deep and he’s got you moaning as you tug his hair. Shuji doesn’t mind though because he kinda finds the way you knot your fingers into the mix of black & blonde waves soothing— even more so when you let soft praises of ‘right there Shuji’ & ‘just like that’ fall from your lips.
He listens for when you start keening and that’s when Hanma curls his fingers inside you to press harshly against your g-spot and his cock gets impossibly harder in his pants as your mouth opens in small gasps. Shuji kisses you sloppy while your cunt flutters around his fingers, moaning your name into the kiss and grinding his clothed cock against your leg.
And you’re barely able to process anything but you let Shuji drag you towards the edge of the table (desk—whatever). He’s sweet enough to kiss you back to your senses; smirking stupidly into your neck while he asks you “Ready baby?”. It’s only then that you register the feel of his throbbing tip as he rubs it against your slit and you just wrap your legs around his waist, a silent prompt for him to stop his ministrations and bury himself to the hilt inside you. His pace is almost animalistic— and he only gets like this when he’s high out of his mind— as he fucks into you roughly with a bruising grip on your hips for leverage.
He hasn’t even bothered to properly shove off his pants and you think the sound of his belt hitting your ass is embarrassing but Hanma couldn’t be bothered: he’s too caught up in the squelching sounds your pussy makes when he pushes back into you. It makes him fuck you harder.
He’s nasty with it too. He often gets annoyed by your panties and opts to rip them off mid-fuck, his cock suddenly throbbing inside you at the sight of your drenched cunt. “Rub your clit for me baby,” he tells you softly, slowing his thrusts to kiss at your wrists before he opens his mouth for you to stick your fingers in. You watch amusedly as Shuji sucks and moans around your fingers and when he pulls away, your cheeks heat up at the string of spit connecting your fingers to his lips. From there it’s just both of you being desperate to cum. You rub at your clit with your wet fingers (courtesy Hanma) and he hurries his face into your neck, mumbling about he’s ‘gonna fill you up so good’ and ‘so in love with your pussy’
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Tokyo Revengers boyfriend scenarios: how they make up after a fight
☰ Characters: Mikey, Draken, Kazutora, Mitsuya, Kokonoi, Hanma, Ran, Rindou, Sanzu.
A/N do you all have any preference as to who I add in the head cannons, should I bring chifuyu in? I am sorry these are a little long, I may have gotten carried away! I’m not sure if you all prefer these detailed or shorter.
Warnings: Light smut, fluff, daddy kink, cat calling, NSFW 18+. Reader is female!
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Draken:
•Dense and clueless. Let's be real.
•You and Draken had a fight, out of all things it was about how he wasn’t around enough. Draken would spend a ton of time at D&D motors or with his friends outside of work time instead of being with you as much.
•Of course you didn’t mind that Draken had friends who he would hang out with, but he was seemingly oblivious to the fact you were his girlfriend and wanted more time with him?? Big brain Ken bf moment.
•Where was your time for dates? As soon as Draken came home he either ate food silently at the table with you or just went to bed, or would try to provoke you to have sex with him. He thought it was enough. He even brought a dang watermelon come and gave you a slice and said it was a present, which was sweet and all, but you wanted to cuddle, go on dates, be around him more. One day you had enough and wanted to be clear with him. You missed the little things like him brushing your hair too.
•You were out doing some shopping at the mall, treating yourself to your favourite items such as some makeup, clothes and snacks. It’s always fun to treat yourself. That’s when you left the mall and walked down a few blocks and saw Draken, Mikey, Mitsuya and some of the other guys standing beside some motorcycles chatting away. Your eyebrow twitched as you saw Draken, you approached the group. “Hey (Name). Good to see you.” Mikey greeted you and you smiled nodding your head. “Draken.” You said crossing your arms and frowning.
•”What are you giving me that look for?” He snapped looking down at you. Draken never appreciates sass.
•”Is that anyway to treat your girlfriend?! You are hardly around anymore and you barely put in time to spend time alone with me or go on dates. I don’t even remember the last time you fucking hugged me or said you loved me.” You spat as you heard Mikey reply with an “uh oh, kenny’s in trouble”.
•”I have been around, what are you talking about? We see each other daily. Don’t my actions tell you that I love you? I bring you food and I let you wear my clothes when I’m gone, quit your bitching.” This stung, it made you begin to cry “you’re so dense Draken.” You sobbed before turning on your heels the other way to head back to your apartment.
•”Come on man, you never told us you weren’t spending so much time with your girl. Girl's can get sentimental about these things, you should put in more effort for her.” Mitsuya told Draken once you stormed off.
•Draken was in a sour mood the rest of the day. He really did love you. After reflecting on his emotions and getting a pep talk from Mitsuya about how you were trying to get his attention all along, he knew he had to make it up to you.
•Later that evening you were laying on your bed, after crying your heart out the whole day. Did Kenny not love you anymore? Why didn’t he stop you from walking away? You were taken out of your thoughts when you heard the front door to the apartment open, he was home. Draken who was wearing his usual black and white cardigan, black pants and his hair done came into the room with a bag in hand. “We need to talk.”
•”I’m sorry, (Name). I had no idea that my lack of attention towards you has hurt you so much, I guess admittedly I can be a bit clueless about these things. I love you, I hope you can forgive me.” His voice was monotone yet sincere, he handed you the bag as you took it cautiously. When you opened it, there was a small pink box with a ribbon around it. Once undoing the ribbon and revealing what was inside the box, you saw a beautiful silver promise ring. Your heart melted.
•”I promise I’ll always stick by your side.” He said in reference to the ring, pointing to a ring on his index finger, it was a plain silver one. “F-fine I forgive you… I love you too.” You bit down on your lip. “I love it, thank you so much Kenny. But please make more time for me, I miss going on dates and cuddling.”
•He got in between your legs on the bed as he wrapped his arms around you. His scent was so comforting, it was your boyfriend’s scent. “I missed my good girl too, yeah? When was the last time we made love?” Your lips instantly turned from a frown to a smile as you giggled.
•”Mm I dunno. I’ve missed it though, daddy.” Your smile turned into a smirk. As his hands began to trail all over your body. His lips pressing against yours and colliding “Need daddy’s cock, huh? Take those panties off and spread your legs for me, show me what I’ve been missing.” He commanded.
Mikey:
•He gets childish when he is mad or when you two fight. Though you two always make things up with dorayaki.
•Mikey was never too much of a jealous boyfriend, but damn he was overprotective over his girl. He made his presence known as your boyfriend by wrapping his arm around you, placing his hand on your thigh while sitting together, holding hands and even kissing you, Manjiro didn’t care. He was proud to show you off.
•He usually scared of most guys with having the reputation as the “Invincible Mikey”, knowing that your boyfriend would beat anyone’s ass who came near you or put you in harms way. Seemingly, overtime Mikey would just get more controlling and defensive over you. Which one day, while you two were out and you were wearing a stunning (favorite color) dress, some makeup and your hair done up. You looked stunning, as usual.
•After going to a fancy and lavish restaurant for lunch, you and Mikey walked around the district and you walked past a group of what seemed to be a pathetic and amateur gang. Some of the men began to whistle at you, it made you slightly uncomfortable. “Damn, looking fine as hell sexy. Love those tits in your dress.” One of the disgusting men snorted at you, which you bit your lip in discomfort.
•Mikey was already boiling with anger. “I guess you idiots are apart of some pathetic gang, be careful about talking to my girlfriend like that.”
•”U-Um thanks.” You responded awkwardly before one of the men spoke again “can you give me some directions for how I can get into your panties?” Mikey glaring right at the men, who even looked like trash.
•This is when Mikey took matters into his own hands as he began to throw kicks at the men, instantly throwing them down, blood was drawn. He didn’t want to get his hands dirty.
•You stood back in fear “Mikey isn’t this too much…? Let’s just go, before the cops come!” You begged him, biting down on your fingernails hesitantly as some of the men from that lame gang ran off.
•”Why did you just let that happen?“ Your blonde haired boyfriend glared at you, he could be childish and he was feeling jealous so he put the blame on you. “You should’ve told them to fuck off and go to hell, you know I’d protect you and back you up.” Mikey snorted. You let out a sigh and your face began to feel hot as anger bubbled up within you.
•You weren’t just going to yell at a group of strange men telling them to “fuck off” you would’ve just ignored them and went on your way, confrontation like that wasn’t always safe. “Mikey. Do you realize you don’t need to go ballistic every time something happens to me? I would’ve just ignored them.”
•This was when he began ignoring you and getting into a cold tone. “Fine, let’s just go home.” Mikey adjusted the collar of his white shirt as the walk home to your shared apartment was silent. You knew you didn’t fuck up, of course you appreciated Mikey looking out for you but he had no reason to be so childish and ignore you.
•The rest of the day Mikey spent it on the couch across from you, turning on his cell phone to make some phone calls. Eventually, you two were sitting in silence with TV on in the background. “Why do you keep looking at me?” You asked with some attitude.
•”Why do you keep looking at me is the question.” Mikey bluntly replied, leaning against the couch across from you with his chin propped up on his hand. “Hmph, I appreciate you protecting me but sometimes you take things to the extreme.” You let out, before Mikey got up from his seat and grabbed your arms placing them above your head, pinning them. “Extreme?” He asked.
•”L-listen Mikey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get mad at you.”
•“I’m sorry too, cutie.” He sighed before glancing around the room, “now you’ve gotta make it up to me, baby.”
•Your eyes widened as you bit your lip, he was learning down and gazing into your (color) orbs. “You do look sexy, though. Can’t deny that.” He grinned
•”Oh yeah? How can I make it up to you, babe?” You asked with a playful expression, he paused and thought momentarily. “How about you suck my cock like a good girl, let me remind you who you belong to. Then I’ll make you cum with my tongue, I’m the only man who can give you the best pleasure.”
Kazutora:
•Kazutora was extremely jealous and the overprotective type, crazy bf vibes. Again, he has been to jail once and he isn’t afraid to go again. 💀
•You had some male friends you were fairly close with, and at a party while drunk you were sitting in between two of your guy friends, smiling and having a good time.
•Kazutora who was standing near by was getting annoyed and possessive.
•He honestly enjoys scaring your male friends...lol.
•Your male friend had a blue alcoholic drink you wanted to try, so he let you take a sip from his cup. This is what bothered Kazutora. “(Name). What do you think you are doing?” He asked. “He just let me have a sip of his drink I thought it looked cool, it’s not a big deal sweetie!” You defended yourself and your friend.
•You had been hanging around your group of guy friends lately and it’s been a little too close for Kazutora’s comfort. You could he unintentionally flirty and playful which pissed him the fuck off. ”I’m sick of you getting so close to close to these weak dudes, all the hugs, sharing drinks, it’s too much now.” Kazutora glared at the guys you were sitting with.
•”Or maybe you are just crazy for the attention.” His eyes turned dark and had the maniac flare in them.
•What made it worse was also the fact you had his shirt on. You were his girlfriend, his girl, his precious baby to protect. Tora would even get jealous and give other dudes the death stare while you two were at the beach, if anyone glanced at you in the wrong way he took it personally. Kazutora his gotten into fights over you before.
•”Don’t you fucking dare call me that. I-I’m sorry. I won’t hug them as much and I’ll be more mindful to your feelings. But we are just friends, I’ve known these guys my whole life, I love you only Kazutora!” You say standing up from your spot and walking towards him.
•Perhaps you didn’t realize his jealously was also rooted from some inner insecurity. You held Kazutora’s hand and led him to another room, trying to calm him down. “Why would you say that?! You know I love you and only you.” Tears rolled down your cheeks as he realized his words hurt you.
•The man paused for a moment, running his hand through his black and bleached bright blonde strands of hair — he paced around the empty room as you trembled. “I’m so sorry for calling you that, (Name). You don’t deserve that baby, I love you so much. It just makes me feel a little jealous when those guys get so close to you, I know how guys are like and you are a gorgeous babe. I don’t want to lose you.” Kazutora confessed as his eyes lock with yours.
•You understood what he meant and forgave him. Of course, he shouldn’t have said that. But you knew Kazutora didn’t mean that and really just needed reassurance.
•You both decided to leave the party and take a night time walk together, holding hands while sorting everything out. Communication goes miles.
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Mitsuya:
•Mitsuya and you were a very close couple, your relationship was built on a ton of trust and loyalty. He was very considerate towards you.
•Fighting with him as your boyfriend is impossible!!
•You two were out at night, Mitsuya was meeting up with some old friends and you were wearing a very short skirt and a revealing top. Which he didn’t mind, he felt secure and you looked great. The looks other men and his friends gave you slightly irked him.
•When you two came back home as soon as you closed the front door Mitsuya spoke “so, was wearing such a short skirt necessary for tonight? You looked gorgeous but I think it was a little too short for public.” The lavender haired man fiddled with the keys in his hand.
•”Well what did you think of it?! I was trying a new look out.” You said in a bubbly tone.
•Mitsuya worked in fashion and designing and he often used you as his main subject for wearing his designs and testing out styles. He made you clothes often too. “It looked tacky.” He muttered.
•”What?” You asked hurt. Before Mitsuya realized his words came out wrong, so wrong. “I didn’t mean it like that, baby. I’m so sorry. I just meant, the outfit is a little short and revealing. The clothes don’t look so amazing, you look amazing in them but I could make you a skirt you’d look much sexier in.” He apologized.
•”I didn’t realize others were checking me out. I didn’t mean to make you upset. I’m sorry.” You pouted, looking into your boyfriends hazy eyes.
•”I’m sorry for coming off that way, you always look beautiful. Speaking of which… I made you something I’d like to see on you.” Mitsuya gave a soft smile. He was a mature man, he grew up raising his younger sisters, it was a genuine mistake and a statement he made without thinking.
•You nodded your head but felt puzzled, you followed him to your bedroom. He reached into his side of the closet and brought out a lovely, white, lace summer dress. He tailored it to fit you perfectly, so that’s why he was taking measurements of you a few weeks ago.
•”Try it on. I thought it would be a pretty summer dress you could wear out. You will look like an angel.” He softly smiled. Your eyes lit up in excitement.
•You stood up eagerly and began to undress, which Mitsuya tried to look the other direction to avoid getting horny and turned on. But ended up biting his lip and checking your body out as he saw the pretty set of lingerie you had on, the way your breasts looked covered in that bra, how your panties hugged your hips.
•You slipped the dress on and he helped zip it up in the back. “Give me a spin.” He smirked, his eyes watching your every movement as you spun around to show off your dress. “So beautiful.” He praised.
•”I might need to make a few adjustments but you look perfect. It looks so amazing on you, my sexy girl.” Mitsuya hummed.
•You admired yourself in the mirror for a minute as Mitsuya took a seat on the bed. You managed to unzip the dress and got yourself out of it. “So what do you think of my new set of lingerie though?” You giggled.
•His eyes widened with surprise, “come here and I’ll tell you all about it.” He ordered pointing to his lap.
Kokonoi:
•Kokonoi was often going gambling or spending time at casinos, it could get in the way of spending time with you. And one night this really upset you.
•You called him on the phone as you were feeling particularly anxious and wanted him to come home. You were at the apartment alone and there was a thunderstorm, which you were scared of.
•He picked up the damn phone on the last ring. “Hey sweetie pie, what’s up?” His charming voice spoke to you through the phone.
•”Can you please come home?” You asked nervously. “Why? You know I’m gambling right now, love.” He asked in confusion yet stern.
•A sound of thunder filled the room as you shrieked. How did he not remember you were scared of thunderstorms?
•”I’m scared, please come home Koko!” You begged. “Stop playing games, is there actually a problem hun?” Kokonoi said he’d be home before 11 PM and it was now 11:30 and the storm was getting worse.
•”You said you’d be home 30 minutes ago! There is a thunderstorm outside and I’m scared, you don’t even remember what your own girlfriend is scared of?” You snapped.
•That is when he realized he fucked up. “(Name), my beautiful girl… I’m so sorry I totally lost track of time. I, I am so sorry. I am coming home right now.”
•You gave a few soft cries through the phone as Kokonoi stayed on speaker phone while he was being driven home. He drive took a bit longer than expected but you assumed it was from the rain storm? Once he was home he rushed into your bedroom and wrapped you in a tight hug and kissed your forehead.
•”I’m sorry baby girl. Does this make it any better?” From behind his back he pulled out a set of designer pjs and a cute plushie. He loved to spoil you.
•”It’s okay, I’m happy you’re here now.” You felt safe again.
•You put on your new pjs before cuddling with Koko in bed and peacefully falling asleep. <3
Hanma:
•Hanma loves getting into trouble, as you know his often regular habits of getting into fights, or some smaller crimes such as stealing.
•Hanma decided one night he was going to break into a designer store with some of his friends, this was while you were home asleep. He ended up stealing a designer perfume and a bag for you. The gifted it to you the next day and you were suspicious. At first he played it off as he purchased it and not to worry about where he got it from, but you figured out he did in fact steal. (Don’t steal everyone!)
•”Hanma, what the fuck! You can’t just steal and gift me this, it was 2000$ no damn way! You can get in serious trouble!” You freaked out telling him. “So? I’d never get caught. I did this for you princess, you know how much I love you.” He was offended you were going off on him.
•You glared up at your boyfriend who was standing before you with your arms crossed. “You did not need to steal a 2000$ bag and expensive perfume for me. If you wanted to give me a gift for our anniversary all you needed to do is tell me you loved me, not put yourself at risk you idiot.” You lectured him. “God damn, do I ever get a day where my girlfriend won’t stop bitchin’. Chill out shorty.” The taller male certainly did not like being told what to do.
•”What?” You stammered. “I love you so much, I just don’t want you getting arrested or in trouble. It’s too risky Hanma. I don’t want to be visiting my boyfriend in jail.”
•The dark haired male who was wearing a grey shirt and black shorts looked at you and simply walked out of the room. Then you heard him leave the apartment, you opened up your phone to realize it was 12 AM, you must’ve really bothered him.
•You now sat worried in bed, until you heard the door open an hour later. Then you saw Shuji walk in the room, he opened up his phone to show you a photo of the designer items he left outside the store he stole from. “What about finger prints?” You asked. “They can catch me if they can, nobody can keep up to me. Look,” he said.
•He handed you a bag which he ordered food from your favourite restaurant that was open late, inside was your favourite food, appetizer, dessert, drink and a plushie. He had the receipt as proof. You looked up at him and blushed. “T-thank you Hanma, I love you.” You grinned.
•After eating your food (which of course you shared with him)! He began looking into your eyes, grabbing you as he pulled you into his lap. “I love you, (Name).” You felt your crotch press up against his as you wiggled around and blushed shyly.
•”Want me to make it up to you and show you how sorry I am? Let’s be honest, it’s been a bit since you let me drill that pretty pussy.” His deep voice spoke into your ear as he pressed kisses on the back of your neck, before sucking on the side of your neck, leaning a mark. You whined in response.
•”Perhaps… Mm yeah, it has been awhile.” You giggled. “I’ve missed my lil cum slut. Do you need daddy to give you some foreplay before I fuck that pussy and choke you?” His smirk on his face was damn hot, you took a hold of his hand as you squeezed it.
•His hands trailed up underneath your shirt to grope your breasts underneath your bra. Then, you know what happened next.
Ran:
•You are not too much of a jealous girlfriend, but you won’t deny you get a little jealous when you catch others looking at your boyfriend.
•You had joined Ran to a bar tonight for a business meeting, so of course you got dressed up in a dress that matched his suit. You had your makeup done up, some high heels on and you were looking breath taking.
•Half way through the night while Ran got up to order more drinks for your group. That is when you saw a woman talking to him, she was pretty, it was beginning to make you feel insecure.
•Ran is loyal and he didn’t even think she was attractive lmao, ever since you two started dating he thinks everyone else isn’t that good looking.
•Mature man, he likes to keep your relationship smooth so no arguments.
•He politely declined her offers before coming back to your table. This put you into an annoyed and anxious mood. You were quiet the rest of the night before it was time to leave. Once your company left, you were giving Ran the silent treatment.
•”Sweetie, you okay?” His smooth voice asked in concern, your bothered emotions clear to him. You ignored him before speaking a few moments later as you two left the bar. “So, what did that woman want?” You asked with a flare of sass.
•”Is this what you’re worried about?” He stopped in his tracks. “Honey, I told her I wasn’t interested and I have my own girlfriend I love very much. She doesn’t look as good as you-“
•”You’re mine! I don’t want to share you ever.” You snapped, his slightly annoyed him since he didn’t like attitude very much. “Babydoll, please calm down and watch your tone.” He warned.
•”So? Who gives a damn. I hate seeing other girls flirt with my boyfriend.” You sulked.
•”Enough.” He put his foot down and looked down at you. “Stop putting yourself in a position to feel so jealous. I don’t like seeing other men flirt with you but you are absolutely jaw dropping. There is no reason for you to be giving me attitude like this.”
•You were silent the way home once he drove you two home. You stormed off to take a shower, you began to cry to yourself in the shower. You regret having been to harsh. Your boyfriend Ran Haitani was so lovely and didn’t deserve that. You shouldn’t feel so insecure in your relationship anyway.
•Once you got out of the shower, you got dressed in plain black panties and an oversized shirt before combing your wet hair and finding Ran in the living room. He was in the dark watching TV, you looked at him, you two made eye contact before you turned away.
•”C’mere (Nickname).” He called out.
•Once sitting with him on the couch you apologized “I’m sorry for being rude and snapping at you. I’ll try not to put myself down so much, I trust you.” You apologized with a sniffle. “That’s my girl. It’s alright. I love you.”
•”I love you too.”
•An hour of cuddling later turned into Ran eating you out, reminding you how much he loves you. Before he turned you over doggystyle to pound your tight pussy, cumming inside of you and marking you as his.
Rindou:
•You and Rindou fought about a guy looking at you the wrong way. Rindou was protective over his girl like most dudes and wanted everyone to know, they need to keep their eyes off of you
•You two sometimes argue over what to eat but it is cute.
•You were annoyed and puzzled as to why he told a guy to “fuck off” just because he was checking you out which you didn’t realize. “Rindou, it’s not a big deal just calm down babe!”
•But he wasn’t having any of that. You two were now at home and he glared at you. “That dude was looking at you the wrong way, I had to let him know of his place.”
•”Ah…Okay, I understand.” You sighed just complying with him. If that’s how he was going to act, then so be it. You just accepted it. “Is there anything I can do to make it better?” You asked tilting your head innocently.
•That’s when he gave you the most dirty smirk you’ve ever seen. “How about you suck me off right here, right now, angel.”
•To say less, Rindou easily felt back to his usual self again once you have him an incredible blowjob and got to see his cum all over your pretty face.
Sanzu:
•Sometimes you and your boyfriend, Sanzu. Would argue over little things, this being one of them. He didn’t want you going out in that sexy and short sparkly dress he bought you. It was meant to be for his eyes only.
•He took things personally as he would stare violently and get aggressive with men who happened to gaze your way. Sanzu had no problem getting physical with someone else for the sake of you.
•”I can wear whatever I want.” “Yeah but I bought that for you, doll. I have some choice in the matter.”
•”Ah Sanzu, stop! You are so controlling, I’m a grown woman. I can wear what I want, most guys don’t go crazy over what their girlfriend chooses to wear and they trust her!”
•Sanzu stood over you and his eye twitched. “Is it so bad I care about you? There’s fucked up dudes out there who want to hurt you, I just want to protect you.”
•The two of you went back and fourth for awhile until you gave up. “I’m sorry, Sanzu.”
•”I’m sorry too… It’s fine if you want to wear it out, but I’ll be by your side the whole night not letting go.”
•You knew sometimes he was afraid of losing you. His arms reached out to hug you as you hugged him back. “It’s good we sort this out, it’s never good to go to bed feeling anxious and unresolved. I love you.” You told him.
•”I love you too baby, so very much.”
•You looked up into his charming eyes, he gazed down lovingly. “You are my world.”
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Hanma Shuji, you're in so much trouble! *She took out a first aid kit* what were you thinking going alone against so many people?! *She starts disinfecting his wound, worried*
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"Camon, they were weak anyways and i am not even that hurt! It's just a scrach- *he sighed as he looked at you, smiling he pulled you on his lap. Nuzzeling his face into your shoulder* Forget the lecture, you can yell at me later. Just, way here for a minute."
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