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soubi122 · 5 months

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Afterglow

First timeline Hanma Shuji.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Do you exercise?

What is your diet like?

Do you smoke or drink?

Do you suffer from any back or joint pain?

Are you sexually active?

Have you ever been pregnant?

Have you ever had any sexually transmitted diseases?

Have you ever taken two or more partners at once?

Do you partake in oral sex?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

END

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chochuuya · 5 months

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boy next door.

hanma shuji x fem!reader

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

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

word count: 2.2k [2262]

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

the problem is, it’s anything but positive.

boom. boom. boom.

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

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

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

there’s no response from within.

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

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

“...what?”

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

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

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

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

hanma rolled his eyes.

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

you stayed quiet, trying to process his words.

“fine, whatever. do whatever you please.”

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

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

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

he watched as you started to walk away.

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

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

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

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

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

“what is it that you want now?”

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

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

“excuse me?”

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

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

“i'd rather be sleeping.”

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

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

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

“no wait, come ba—”

he tried opening your door, but it was locked.

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

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

..that is, until the following tuesday.

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

you knocked on his door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“yes i would mind.”

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

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

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

he chuckled again.

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

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

“us?” you thought to yourself.

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

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

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

“make yourself at home.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“there.” you gave it back to him.

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

“how old are you, again, (y/n)?”

“you don’t ask a lady that, hanma.”

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

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

“you first.”

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

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

“same age then, jerk.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

something was annoying him.

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

you raised an eyebrow. “..thank you?”

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

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

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

“do you have anything planned right now?”

“not really but—”

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

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

“i’m sorry, what?”

he shrugged, his tone slightly softer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“right off the bat??”

he shrugged as he walked beside you.

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

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

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

“no, i don’t have one hanma.”

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

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

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

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

oh, he isn’t wasting any time eh?

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kisakis-boyfriend · 9 months

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Spoiling Kisaki

Pairings: Kisaki x Hanma x Reader

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

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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b0nten · 10 months

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HEY, MONA LISA, COME HOME

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i’ll manage, i’m a big boy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

you jump up, paintbrush flying into his face.

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

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

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

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y-umiko · 1 year

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3:03 | HANMA S.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and then it clicks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"worth a try"

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

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blueparadis · 2 years

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▏spaces in between ▏s.kiyoomi ▏

CWs— bodyguard au , fwb tropes, female anatomy, smut, she/her pronouns, mutual masturbation, branding, cunnilingus, dub-con, orals. word count — 1.1k

precis — your brother, Hanma Shuji recruits a watch dog for you when you're back in town after years.

NOTES — this is for @luvbladez ’s all suited up collab and sizzling sextember self collab event.

+ links section + tags— @kentoangel

The weather was warm and the sunlight was bearable today. Clouds seem to be a little playful today since you were bestowed with shade every now and then. You could have booked a cab, but it is just a five-minute walk from your brother's home to the office.

The moment you stepped into the huge building a tall, well-built stature blocked your way. Looking up, you noticed a boy with wide-almond eyes with two flawlessly symmetrical moles on the side right side of his forehead.

A new face. The last time when you visited there was a different bodyguard. You secretly thanked Shuji for choosing such a handsome face this time. His hair was gelled back yet you could tell he had curly hair since those thin curled hair near his descending hairline was evident.

“Ma’am, could you please step aside?”

Of course, how would he know that you're the sister of CEO of the company, Hanma Shuji’s sister? You parted your red lips yet hesitated to speak. What if he doesn't come to know? What if you were just a mere visitor? Wouldn't that be fun?

“Raise your hands, ma'am.”, he barked and it suggested that he was getting impatient.

“Like this.”, you mumbled almost curling your arms around his broad shoulders. It was indeed a great choice that you decided to wear his. You thought he would inform the security of your misbehavior but he didn't.

He inspected you. The device roamed all over your body barely grazing your skin. There was flickering eye contact when he was done.

“There you are.”, and you immediately recoiled back recognizing Shuji’s voice. “Why do I bother buying you a phone if you do not use it?” The urge to have a glance at that boy was tempting but Hanma would deduce all of your mischievous ploy.

Hanma swings his hand pointing toward the man behind you. “Meet him. Sakusa Kiyoomi. He is your bodyguard as long as you plan to stay here”,

“Wait, so you did not fire your bodyguard?”

“UH-AH!”, Hanma nods his head sideways. “Secretary with special skills, y/n”, you rolled your eyes at his response. Wait, does that mean he knew me already? And played along with me?

As the realization hit you, you turned around to look at him, finding nothing but a slight curve at the corner of his lips. Fuck. Sakusa enjoyed it. In his whole career, no one has dared to pull that kind of stunt before. He is hired more for females rather than males. It is his clean reputation of not having any record of misbehavior or affair. He works for short tenures but yours was a rare case.

It has been more than a year since you visited your brother. Everything has changed so drastically that without Sakusa you had trouble knowing the city lanes. Well, you were always accompanied by Hanma but he can’t tuck you in his pocket everywhere he goes. He has a job to do, a company to run.

Sakusa was flawless. Punctual. Neat and handsome. When you read his file you were taken aback by his clean career like a brand new slate, with no stroke of any kind of chalky behavior. But his silence, his obedience was becoming quite annoying and so you tried to stir this awful pool of silence by a pebble of thought.

You ran your hands through the row of floral dresses murmuring, “Did you tell your boss about that day?” At first, there was a silence that made you cock your head at him.

“About what day?”, he quipped as soon as you looked at him. You parted your lips to speak but were halted by his stares. He eyed you up and down. Clearing your throat you mentioned that he has a clean reputation, why bother tainting it?

There was a party to be held this evening for various kinds of donations. Actually, it is just an occasion to make bonds with other business tycoons and to keep up the lustrous reputation of the company. You did not want to go, you wanted to enjoy long rides alone but your brother reserved a bodyguard for you. He was no less than a bounty hunter.

“My previous Bodyguard was a lot more fun. He used to take me anywhere I wanted to go, anytime I wanted to go”, that was enough. Sakusa was a cocooned man but you sure knew which string to pull to have him unwrapped, naked. He quickly pulled over and before you could protest he was already beside you holding your wrists firmly, “What do you want princess?”

Your eyes flashed from his dreamy dark pitch pupils that shone in hope to his perfectly moistened lips. Nothing needed to be told anymore. You were already on his web of charms before you knew it.

The shrill cry of cicadas was getting louder and louder as Sakusa’s lips ghosted over yours. Your mind feels all mushy when he rubbed your feminity in circles sloppily. It was getting so warm inside the car that it was getting hard to breathe.

He would not stop exploring your skin with his lips making you moan so roughly. Sometimes he bit too hard yet your sharp winces did not stop him from getting a taste of your blood.

“I’m going to be late Sakusa”, you moaned as he slides two fingers in.

“You should have thought before saying such things to me.” He quickens his pace abusing your puffy pussy lips with his long hefty fingers.

“You see, I'm a very jealous person” Now, that was something you could play with. He could feel your cum on his palm yet he continued.

While he continued his ministrations, you quickly unbuckled his belt having his cock in the display. “Fuck”, Sakusa uttered as you started to pump his cock. You were already soaking wet but giving him a hand job accelerated you enough to have you beg him.

“Do you have a condom?”, you asked but he was too drowned in his high. He was close since he was rubbing your clit so very roughly that felt his fingers so deep inside your femininity. “Ah noh!”, he managed to reply before his breathing shrugged, head thrown back having his cum all over your satin red dress.

He leaned against the car window. You sat having your legs hanging while he asked. “Should I stop by a shop? You could grab a dress and I could grab some condoms?”, breathing still ragged as he put his huge cock under his trousers and zipped it. He smirked noticing your eyes shift from his cock to him.

You looked at him blowing a kiss in his direction making him palm his face and chuckle merrily that reverberated in his ribcage so melodiously that you want to kiss him, tickle him till he grins again.

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@tokyometronetwork

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reiomi · 2 years

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𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒︙𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖣𝖮𝖬 𝖳𝖤𝖷𝖳𝖲

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 — 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗈𝗋%𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 — 𝖧𝖠𝖭𝖬𝖠 / 𝖲𝖠𝖭𝖹𝖴 / 𝖪𝖠𝖪𝖴𝖢𝖧𝖮 / 𝖨𝖹𝖠𝖭𝖠 / 𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖣𝖮𝖴

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — 𝗏𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖺𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾

𝐀/𝐍 — 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗎𝗌 😭

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airbendertendou · 2 years

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no pronouns used / gender neutral but reader does wear nail polish

you have a big, beefy, intimidating boyfriend. and really, he is all of those things! you may be the only one who isn’t afraid of him or the power he holds.

except, he’s currently sitting across from you, a concentrated frown on his face as he holds your hands gently. he’s swiping a lilac color across your nails delicately, intently making sure he doesn’t paint your skin. choosing your pointer finger and pinkie, he paints those a navy blue that match his own nails.

[it didn’t take a lot to convince him to let you paint them, honestly. he caved embarrassingly fast, cheeks heated and a dopey smile on his face as he watched you paint his nails and ramble about anything you wanted to.]

at your questioning glance, he looked away from your eyes shyly. blowing on your nails, he let out a little murmur that you couldn’t hear. until he repeated it — still bashful, but louder this time. “so your nails match mine. let’s everyone know we’re together.”

without another word, your oh, so scary boyfriend was painting his pointer finger and pinkie lilac.

cobra, kaito, yamato, hiroto, sachio [high&low] hanma, draken, souya, kakucho, rindou, benkei [tokyorev] tanaka, iwaizumi, kyotani, ushijima [haikyuu] su-hyeok, gwi-nam [aouad] aguni, karube [aib] lucifer, diavolo [obey me] aren [saiki k]

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starjaeyun · 6 months

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FOOLISH ONE : you are not the exception, you will never learn your lesson !

— maybe should've listened to your friends when they warned you about hanma shuji

includes! hanma shuji x fem! reader

warnings! angst, hanma is an asshole (let's be real though, it's hanma we're talking abt 😭), obvious redflags, profanity, crying crying crying, break up

note! hello, it's me. ms. posts something then disappears. i'm sorry for ghosting u guys & my smaus 😭

"him again, huh?" to say the least, your friends were unimpressed that you came to them crying the morning after your 3rd month with Hanma.

Hina sighed, "listen, I'm all for helping them become a better person but it's been three months and I don't see any improvement in his behavior at all"

"and this isn't the first time he didn't show up to your plans. why are you even settling for the guy?" Emma says, visibly trying to control herself from throwing insults at your boyfriend, if you could even consider him that, because as much as she wants to she knows that that's not what you need right now.

"and not to mention, you've been a mess ever since that thing came into your life. just break up with him already y/n. don't settle for a guy like that, you deserve so much more" Yuzuha rubs a comforting hand against your back, "it also hurts us seeing you heartbroken because of some..guy you know"

you sobbed, "that's the thing! I don't know why I can't stop myself from seeing him, I don't even know how I ended up dating him!"

"personally, I think you're out of options. do you want me to introduce you to Mikey-nii? you haven't met him yet, right?" Emma was only half-joking, of course

"now is not the time Ems" Hina lightly slapped Emma's shoulder

after a few more minutes, you've finally calmed down, "I've decided, I'm breaking up with him"

the girls immediately engulfed you in a hug, each of them giving you their goodluck.

the break up went successfully, Hanma didn't try to stop you nor did he seem to care. and while he didn't make it hard for you to end things with him, it made it hard for you to move on and get yourself together.

you spent at least 3 months crying over him, wondering if you made the right decision, which your friends reassured you that you did.

after all your crying, you started focusing more on yourself, friends, school, and family. and your friends couldn't be any happier as they watched how fast you were improving.

but 6 months after your break up and 3 months into your improvements, Hanma Shuji somehow managed to slither his way into your life again.

"hey" your breath hitched upon hearing his voice because what the fuck is he doing outside your classroom? you ignore his presence and continue to walk down the hallway, silently wishing that he's not waiting for you, that would make you feel better.

"don't ignore me" Hanma easily caught up to your retreating figure. you continue to walk as if he wasn't walking right behind you.

and just as you step foot out of the school premises, Hanma pulls you to the nearest alleyway.

but even when it was just the two of you, you refused to look up, you refused to show him the tears building up in your eyes.

"I'm sorry" you stay silent, not looking up or moving an inch

"I was an asshole" he was yet again met by silence, "but I've been thinking about you..since we broke up and I know it's late but I've only come to realize this"

Hanma sighed, "I love—"

"don't you fucking dare!" you finally look up, tears spilling out. "but—"

"NO!" you feel the small and sharp rocks in the alleyway pierce your skin when you fell to your knees, "It's unfair, you can't just— you can't just treat me like bullshit, not give a fuck when I break up with you, and suddenly come to my life a few months later to tell me that you love me!" you sob into your hands, all your hardwork and improvements these past 6 months were immediately washed down the drain.

"I'm sorry—"

"No! fuck you and your stupid fucking apology!" you gather the remaining strength in your body to stand up and walk away

you are not the exception, you remind yourself of Emma's hurtful but truthful words

Hanma won't make a change for you. Hanma won't make you an exception.

"I'll change!" Hanma engulfs you in a back hug, "for you. I'll do everything it takes to win you back, I'll treat you better, anything..just please give me a chance"

you let out a shaky breath as Hanma turned you around, "I love you" he whispers

tears slip out once more and he cups your face to wipe them with his thumb, "I fucking hate you" he continues to wipe your seemingly never ending stream of tears

"I know..it's okay, you have every right" a kiss on your forehead was all it took to break your cracked resolve, "may I..." his face inched closer to yours and when you responded by wrapping your arms around his neck, he closed the gap.

you will never learn your lesson

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dr4kenlvr · 1 year

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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hanayama-simp · 3 months

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could you do a oneshot/scenario about Hanayama having a crush on a popular girl in school?! Only if you want if not don’t worry about it!

Of course!!

It's my first time writing scenarios, I hope you like it.

Hanayama Kaoru, known for his imposing presence and fighting skills, found himself in an unusual situation. He developed a secret crush on [your name] the popular girl at school, admiring her grace and charm. Although his exterior seemed indomitable, his heart beat nervously every time [your name] passed by.

Although his hands were capable of crushing steel, they trembled slightly every time you passed by. Unable to express his feelings in words, Hanayama decided to show his affection through gestures of discreet kindness, such as holding the door for him or carrying his books.

[your name], initially surprised by Hanayama's unexpected sweetness, began to notice the tenderness behind his intimidating facade. Although his friends mocked the unlikely pair, [your name] realized that Hanayama's strength wasn't just physical; He also had a gentle heart.

After spending some time together, Hanayama gathered the necessary courage and invited [your name] to a quiet place away from the hustle and bustle of school.

[Your name], surprised but flattered, smiled tenderly and accepted the invitation.

As they shared moments together, Hanayama showed a softer and more thoughtful side. They discovered common interests and a connection that defied the expectations of those around them. The love story between the bully and the popular girl unfolded, challenging stereotypes and proving that appearances can be deceiving.

After a while Hanayama finally decided to declare his feelings for [your name], he took you to a nice cherry tree that was by the school. Hanayama handed you a carefully selected flower with a shy look. The surprise on [your name]'s face was evident, but it soon turned into a warm smile.

Hanayama and [your name] forged a unique connection. Together, they overcame the barriers of popularity and physical strength, proving that love can blossom in the least expected places.

Over time, they both found a special connection between their seemingly opposite worlds. Hanayama, despite his reputation, learned to express his vulnerability, while [your name] discovered the warmth hidden behind a bully's facade.

#baki the grappler #baki hanma #baki son of ogre #yujiro hanma #hanayama kaoru #oneshot #scenery

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soubi122 · 1 year

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Breakups

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A year later…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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