NSFW. minors dni car sex? hanma. reader is actually tee you guys, damn. not proofed, pretty short, just a little haha.
heโs too loud. you think, by now, he wouldโve learned to shut the fuck upโ but here he is, laughing like he doesnโt even understand youโre there, swirling his stained finger around the rim of his glass, indulging in this bitch in front of him. he mustโve lost his damn mind.
one of her handsโ theyโre ugly you noticed, the nails are too grown out and they look far too worked to deserve his skinโ goes up to his arm and you freeze. the world stops turning, the axis is off put, and he stops laughing.
โoh, now whyโd you go and do that for?โ he leans himself back from her, cup encompassed in his hand now as he sighs. โi got an old lady.โ the motherfucker. when his free thumb quirks back to you, youโre fully aware of what heโs doing. you urge your body not to seethe under his idiocy, because thatโs what he wanted to begin with, but it doesnโt work because how dare he? โyeah, yeah, and sheโs a bitโฆโ he giggles, finger twisting a circle near his earโ implying youโre crazy, implying heโs any better than you? you should kill him. and he has the audacity, the sheer audacity only hanma shuji has, to turn his head back to you with a grin.
โbaby, wanna introduce yourself?โ yeah, youโre gonna fucking murder him. itโs not long before you walk yourself over to him, look the girl up and down with a chaste exhaleโ because who is she to make a mockery of youโ, and press a hand onto your boyfriendโs shoulder.
โweโre leaving or youโre single.โ you donโt wait for him to stand before you turn, you donโt give yourself a minute to stumble before youโre taking large strides back to your car (youโll be damned if you call it hanmaโs, everything he has is yours), and you turn your head over one more time, lightheartedly informing the woman the name of your nail tech before you leave.
heโs following behind you enthused, thrilled that he got what he wanted, hands clasped together as he catches up with you. he expects the slap you leave on his face, chews it and swallows it whole and loves it. heโs got you all worked up, and thatโs all he really wanted, so it couldnโt have been so bad to begin with, right?
โwhats got you all pissy?โ his tone is cheeky as you pull him into the backseat of your car, eyes wide as they scan you. โthought i gave a shit about that ugly thing? awwโ were you jealous?โ
โshuji.โ and he pauses, and youโre madโ but not so mad he has to feel badโ, and heโs exhilarated. โi have a question.โ he hums, closing the car door behind him, twisting himself in a seat to look over at you. you watch him, and your jaw resets itself as you remember this isnโt worth tension.
โdo you think youโll ever find anyone better than me?โ youโre sure thatโs not what he was expectingโ and it wasnโtโ but his grin widens anyway, fingers reaching to knead at your hips as if he has any right to touch you.
โnah. never, pretty.โ you nod, and you let him kiss you just once; just a small urge of his tongue over your lips, brushing against your teeth, drinking you up to remind him who you are. and then you pull away, shifting yourself over above his ear, taking your time there.
โthen stop acting such an ass before i fucking leave you.โ itโs nearly an empty threat; the same way you think hanma lives and breathes off of you, you live and breathe off of him. but it sends a chill up his spine, and heโs gotta prove himself to you now the same way he wanted you to prove yourself to him, and you think youโve gotten the message in.
to prove himself, though, he really has to prove everything; that he needs you, that you need him, that youโre his. he litters a series of open mouthed kisses along your neck, fingers gripping at your thighs, telling you youโre overreacting against your skin. and as his fingers slip underneath the pretty dress heโd bought youโ and then ignored you inโ, in a way, this worked out great. because youโre mad still while he unravels you on his fingers, and heโs showing you how much he needs you with barely any touch.
โyouโre right,โ your voice is still hinged, still bitter when he starts to draw nimble figure eights against your clit. โshe was ugly.โ you draw a laugh out of him when he bullies three fingers into your cunt without warning, and youโre still mad, and heโs still thrilled.
โeveryone but you is.โ the thing about him is it sounds fake; he sounds too boyish for his words to seem as if they hold any meaning, but they do. because if you got to know hanma shuji just like you doโ if you got him in this place with his cock straining against his slacks and his fingers curling up into you in the backseat of your shared overpriced car while he looks at you like youโre fucking goldenโ you figure out the little hiccups in his tone and weight behind his words.
so, against your better judgment, you give him the satisfaction of a whimper, and he gives you the gift of his tongue on your skin. his pace quickens, and heโs got you cornered, and you hope that bitch sees you through your car window when she walks out of the bar and knows at the way your vehicle moves so juvenilely that hanma shuji loves you.
your orgasm builds, pushes you over, and falls apart all over his fingers like it has time and time again and you decide youโll pocket the rest of your anger until youโre in the comfort of your own home.
โiโll kill herโ or youโ next time.โ your hands are coming to unbutton at his pants and he lifts his hips so you can slide them down his thighs while you catch your breath from your extremely recent edge. a ghost of a groan leaves him when you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock, strained laugh falling from his long-lasting smile while he keeps looking at you.
โiโll kill her right now for all i care. anything you want.โ and again, he means it. you know that while you line yourself up with him, take the time to sink yourself onto him at the pace you want, take him yourself and give him you however fast or slow youโd like. hanma shuji would do anything you asked, again and again and again.
