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— 𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 : hanma shuji.

cw: gn!reader. kmg!hanma. you dress up for shuji. lots of petnames and praise. unprotected sex. rough sex, a little choking and a brief mention of gunplay. daddy kink, breeding kink + size kink(?) & love confessions.

⠀⠀⠀⠀— . ｡˚ ♡ your plan to make shuji stay home more often, works a little better than you'd expected it to.

hanma's quiet when he turns the key in the lock — he takes care not to make the metal jingle, and to not let the lock click open too suddenly.

he knows that these days, with how rarely he's around, you sleep with the bedroom door slightly open, listening and hoping for any sound of him coming home.

if you've fallen asleep by now, he doesn't want to wake you up. in fact, he's thinking of not letting you know that he's been back at all. to just get a change of clothing and disappear without a hint or trace.

but when he carefully wheels the door open and walks into your shared apartment, you're still awake — the light in the bedroom is on, shedding a slant of white across the hall, throwing a faint glow over the rest of the house, kept in the dark.

he can hear music playing, and can hear your voice.

are you talking to someone?

at first, it's just a thought that crosses his mind. but then the thought spirals — and hanma wonders if you've got someone in there with you.

someone else, in the room you share with him. on the bed he slept in with you.

as a lover, he's been mostly an absentee as of late — only showing up a couple of times a week, mostly when his dick needed you and for nothing else. he wouldn't blame you or be surprised, if you've started drifting away and trying to find your fill elsewhere.

but still, the thought that you might have finally replaced him with someone better for you, in this way — it makes him dismiss his initial plan, and he walks over to your door and pushes through, large hand landing flat against the smooth wood as he does. "baby?"

the thought that you might be with someone else gains control of him a little too quickly, and hurts him a little too much, in a familiar manner — as if he's been expecting it to happen, has been fearing it would happen.

but after a second, he forgets all of that. because as he pushes through your doorframe, shoulders so wide he has to lean sideways — his gaze falls to the floor, where you're kneeled beside the bed.

the room is empty spare for you — but all of a sudden, the air is thick with heat and tension, because you — you're sitting there on the floor, naked but for the onyx set of garter and lace lingerie you're wearing, a corset still hanging loosely around your body because you're having trouble doing the cords up by yourself.

your eyes are wide as they look up to meet his, lips parting in shock, hands freezing where they were reaching around to your back, black cords between your fingers.

fuck, he thinks, mind going blank as he takes in the sight — as you call out his name. "sh-shuji?"

for a second, all he does is stare, and you do the same — the music playing in the room serves as a fill for the awkward, tense silence between you two.

then, hanma moves. and your eyes flicker from where they had been fixed onto his own, to the uniform he's got on — it's new, white and a much more official looking thing than the other uniforms he has worn in the past.

he opens his mouth, unaware of what you're looking at, because he's too busy trying to fathom the sight infront of him, but you speak up before he can. "wait — is that blood? are you okay?"

you scramble to your feet, clumsily because of the tight leather around your thighs and the undone corset partially hanging off of you, and rush to him, reaching up and taking his face between your hands. "are you okay?" you repeat, scanning his face, his body. "are you hurt? what happened?"

"'m fine, doll," he breathes, as your fingers hover hesitantly over the streaks of red covering his chest, the smatter of it on his collar. "this isn't my blood. don't worry ya pretty little head."

his hands come to wrap around your wrists, palms hot and fingertips cold against your skin, and you realize the intensity of his stare in a moment. his lips twitch into a lazy smile. "what's all this?"

"i—" you blink, feeling your face heat up. "i thought something happened — didn't think you were coming home tonight. i was just trying this out. to see how i'll look for you when you do come home." you swallow heavily, feeling his grip tighten around your wrists.

"yeah?" hanma says, voice low, and pushes you back — guiding you to walk backwards and sit on the bed. you were just talking to yourself, it seems. muttering to yourself, as you practiced your look for him. "pretty thing wanted to give me a show?"

he lowers himself down onto his knees, and lets his hands rest at your hips, thumbs pressing into the folds between your thighs and your stomach, feeling up the material of the corset as he waits for your answer.

you don't give him one, pressing your lips together, too caught up trying to figure out his next move.

the glow in his eyes dulls — one hand moves to pull the garter up and snap it back against your skin with a loud slap!

you flinch, and this time, he speaks up before you do. "answer me, baby. wanted to give daddy a good show, did ya?"

"mhm," you nod, breath stuttering in your chest as your hand automatically goes to grab at his fingers, to stop him from snapping the garter a second time. "wanted to show you what you were making feel lonely, every night you dont come home."

he pauses for a second, and then chuckles, the sound grated and full of lust. pulling his hand out of your grip, he goes back to tracing his thumb over your corset, tapping his nail against the firmer parts before sinking it into the laced slit across the middle. "want me to do this up for you, 'n fuck you in it?"

"yes, please." you urge, leaning forward a little, and he complies with the gesture, cupping your face as you'd just done for him a few minutes ago, thinking briefly about the worry and concern in your eyes as you'd asked him if he was okay.

funny, how he'd walked in because he'd suspected you were cheating on him, only to find you dressing yourself up for him, because you missed him so badly and wanted his touch so much you wanted to bribe him into it.

"please, what, doll?" he hums, pulling you in to kiss you anyway, his other hand circling around your thigh and placing itself under your knee, and you obediently shift yourself higher up the bed, laying on your back and pushing yourself up by your elbows to meet his kiss.

he follows, laying a knee on the bed, mattress dipping under his weight as he fits it between your legs, allowing you to grind on him.

"please, daddy," you whine, hoping the term would give him the satisfaction he wants to skip the teasing and just put his cock in you. "want your cock."

hanma laughs, tells you to turn, and grabs the loose cords of your corset when you flip over, pressing your stomach to the sheets. "gonna tighten this up for ya, and admire you for a bit, yeah?"

"mmh," you don't want to deny him. he's finally right here with you, after what felt like so long, and you're not at all in the mood to put up a fight. "whatever you want, daddy. just touch me."

the pitchy groan that leaves your mouth when he pulls the corset tight around your body and laces it up makes him smile — as he trails his large, heated palms down your waist, the small of your back and over your ass, squeezing ceremoniously before he brings them back around your thighs. "so fuckin' pretty, baby. you sure all this is for me?"

"of course it is, shuji." you turn a little, meeting his eyes again, and as he moves back a little and takes a second to strip himself of the uniform, you watch him — the broad lines and curves of his shoulders are elegant, and the panes of his chest are beautiful, as they're uncovered, arms muscled and veiny, fingers lithe as he unbuckles his belt, tosses it aside and pulls his cock out for you.

you swallow again, throat slick. "'m all yours."

"use the right words, baby. or else," he grins, pumping his gorgeous length with one fist as he draws back towards you, the heat of his bare body spilling over yours as he traces one set of fingers over the clothed space between your legs, thumb teasing your hole over the fabric.

"what if i got a gun, 'n just teased your pretty little hole like this, with it?" he hums, voice tilting to a hoarser tone. "played with you with the muzzle, fucked you with the barrel instead of giving you my cock, huh?"

the thought makes you shiver, a silver pistol, his finger round the trigger as he pushes the thing into you — but that's not what you want at the moment. "fuck," you hiss, serving his earlier question, almost pathetically desperate. "this is all for you, daddy, now just — please, let me have your cock."

"that's it, fuck. ass up for me, doll." you feel him pull the lingerie aside, exposing your entrance to him, feel his weight and heat grow closer, skin pressing against yours as the head of his cock touches you, and you comply, spreading your legs further apart and pushing your ass up, all for him to take and own.

his tongue simmers, wanting nothing more than to have his mouth on you at the moment, but he thinks you deserve to have what you want tonight.

reaching out, he curls one hand around your throat — the groan that issues from him when his cock slips inside you, is met with a whine of your own — and he doesn't waste any time pushing himself hilt deep in, balls slapping against you as he stutters to a stop. "shit, so tight for me, baby."

his other hand settles at your waist, rough grip around the material of your corset, thumb splaying out to press at the flesh of your ass, and he starts to move.

you clench around him immediately — he sucks in a breath, thinks about how you must've missed him so bad, and as he rolls his hips and listens to your begging for him to go faster, he thinks, fuck.

"tell me, baby," he asks, breathless already, from how fucking good you feel. "do ya want me to stick around with you?"

you nod, gasping when he thrusts into you, fisting the sheets beside your head in your attempt to contain yourself. "hah — yes, yes i do, daddy. this is what i'm doing all this for. want you to want me, like i want you."

"yeah?" he retorts, pulling your body up against him for more access, hand sliding from your waist to your thigh again, thumb pulling at your hole as he slides his cock in deeper, opening you up for him further. "yeah, you love me, baby? want me to stay with you?"

the sound you let out when his cock drags past your favourite spots is beautiful — god, he's missed this more than he thought — and you nod again, reduced to a mess already, stuffed so full of his length—

"yes, i love you!" you sob, and his heart squeezes in time with the twitch of his cock, becaus fuck, he thinks he might love you too.

"take my cum for me then, a'right?" he grunts, speeding his pace up, the rhythmic slap of your skin against skin getting steadily faster as he leans over you, pulls you up with the hand he's still got around your throat, hungrily shoving his tongue in your mouth.

"take my cum for me, 'n let me claim you for myself— be my pretty little doll forever, yeah?" he hopes you know what he means when he says pretty — with, your waist all cinched by the corset, skin flush against the leather straps you've got on, lace netted over your skin, he thinks you're ethereal.

his hand tightens around your throat, challenging, and you nod fervently, gasping out a reply with a string of cusses attached, telling him yes, yes it's all you want — and he feels himself get closer to his high as he kisses you again. "'s what i want too, doll — want you all for myself, wanna fuckin' quit this bullshit and stay with you."

because despite the fact that he's almost never around, he loves you. he has loved you for a long time, and he still loves you — loves you more than you know, loves you more than he's told you.

"we'll— hah, we'll run away, shuji," you tell him between moans, body now printed with the rough grip of his fingers where the garter and lace dont cover, so fucking beautiful under him, he could lose himself and die at the sight. "we'll run away, 'n start over, own a city together just like you used to tell me we would."

fuck, you remember that?

it spills from hanma's own lips then, because how else does he respond, when you tell him all that? "i love you, doll — love you so much."

you tighten around him further when he says it, and he throws his head back and groans, the thrusts of his cock in and out of you getting erratic as he goes even faster, cries of pleasure and praise hopping off your tongue in time with his rhythm. "love you too, daddy, please — nghh, please cum in me, shit."

"mhm, say it again, baby." his inhale is ragged, hands tight around your hip and your throat as he drives himself towards his high, wanting to empty his load in you already, fill you up with his cum and pull out, eat you all up while it drips out of you onto his tongue.

"say it again, and i'll—" stars flood his vision, as he tries to hold himself back till you repeat yourself for him. "i'll fill you up good, 'n we'll run away together — i'll put a ring on you, 'n we'll— shit, we'll rule a city together one day."

you push yourself up, heels of your palms against your sheets as you arch your back and twist around for hanma to see your face, fucking gorgeous in the black leather and lace — and with your eyes half rolled back into your head, you chant, breathless and lovestruck, drunk on his touch and his cock. "please cum in me, shuji, i love you — love you so much, 'n i miss you. miss you all the time."

he chuckles when you keep going, whimpering out to him how badly you want him to stay with you, how much you want him — and he cuts you off with a kiss, before he falls apart and you get to see too clearly just how obsessed he is with you, despite how little he shows it.

and when you moan into his mouth, tasting so sweet in his mouth as he fucks into you — when you say his name and tell him to please, please just cum in you already, he can't do anything but as you say.

"that's it — that's my beautiful fuckin' doll."

he's been an absentee lover as of late, only showing up to your shared apartment a couple of times a week.

but now, he promises both you and himself, that that's going to change.