Walk with me but I feel like if hanma comes home late, and you're both tired, and slipping into bed together, then it would actually be such a beautifully intimate experience to make love in the dark.
The only light is from the stairwell, and it frames his silhouette, just the outline of him on top of you. he's hard against your thigh and you're slipping your underwear to the side so he can slide in with a blissful sigh.
You're not even in any rush, you don't really care if you don't cum, neither of you this time. Because it's more about the feeling of his warm skin on yours. You reach out. Smooth his sweaty hair from his face, tuck it behind his ears where it's curling around his nape. And in the silhouette, with so little light, you can trace the arch of his beautiful proud nose, the slope of his cheeks, the fine dip of his jaw, and then to his soft lips, the bottom one bitten down by his own teeth. Cup his cheeks in your hands, and run your thumbs across the whole of his face.
His thrusts are gentle but precise, and you're both sighing and moaning, whispering each other's names like prayers in the dark. He's watching your face contort slowly, with the little light you have. Love and tenderness and pleasure, using his lips to map a route across your skin. Your lips, soft and pliant and willing. Your tongue. Warm and wet. Your cheeks, your forehead, your neck , which is hot to the touch, your breasts, peeking out from beneath a thin camisole.
You can't see each other but he senses your desperate need in how you clench your thighs around him, And you can hardly see him, but his soft murmurs of love and adoration whispered against your skin tell you everything.
You stare at your manager a little too long. Who could blame you? He's just that hot. If you told yourself this just happened, you would've slapped yourself across the face.
☁︎ cw: office setting, smut, pwp, fem!reader, f!oralsex, tongue fuck, ass-eating, cunnilingus, fingering, vaginal sex, getting fucked/eaten out from behind, he has a big dick, creampie.
☁︎ wc: 2.9k
☁︎ inspired by this audio
☁︎ a/n: sorry if it's a little messy, I did proofread by myself but ehh wtv, enjoy :)
— 18+, mdni
“Excuse me?” You inch closer to him, holding your laptop with both hands.
“Mhmm?” He nods, hands in his pockets, watching you as you approach.
Gosh. You want to just kiss him right now.
“So…” you trail off, fingers resting on the laptop’s mouse pad as you tilt the screen slightly toward him. “I’ve got just the right idea for how we should promote our upcoming products.”
You click a bit more on the screen. “I had a few discussions during our ‘unofficial’ team meeting, and they suggested we create more content on social media apps to engage customers. And as you can see…” You press play on the video on your laptop.
You show a draft of you and your team making videos to promote the products. His shoulders slump a little as he tries to focus on the screen, so you lift the laptop a bit higher. Your eyes flicker to his, and you almost cringe as he watches with full judgment.
With his body so close, you catch a whiff of his perfume– a hint of sandalwood and oud. The faint scent convinces you he definitely wears expensive fragrances.
He hums and circles his pointer finger over your screen. “This is neat. I’ll write the letter to the higher-ups.”
Your eyes widen. “No– it’s okay! That’s my job anyway. I’m just asking for approval, that’s all.”
He waves his hand dismissively. “Hey, it’s fine! It’s a good idea. You’ve done your part.”
Your eyebrows scrunch as you begin to bicker with him. One thing about you, you definitely love to argue with your crushes.
He sighs and raises both hands in surrender. “Okay, how about this? Let’s do it together.”
That makes your mouth fall open slightly.
You chuckle nervously. “Are you even sure?”
“One hundred percent.”
He lifts a hand and gently places it behind your back, guiding you toward his corner office. Just the thought of entering his office makes your stomach twist– in a good way.
When you both reach his office, enclosed with glass walls, he twists the knob and you step inside. Once the door shuts, the sounds from outside become muffled and fade away.
He swivels his office chair toward you and gestures to the seat across from him. “Please.”
You hesitantly plop down into the chair, knowing full well that even if you try to argue, he’ll stay firm in his stance.
Now sitting beside you on a cushioned stool, he taps the spacebar on his keyboard to wake up his computer.
He grabs the mouse, dragging it across the desk as he clicks into Word. A few clicks later, a pre-made template appears on the screen.
Your eyes widen. No wonder he was so eager to write it for you– he already had a whole template ready.
“Geez,” you snicker. “No wonder you’re so eager to write this.”
He passes you the mouse, resting his cheek on his palm. “Been doing this for a while.”
You reach for the mouse, dragging it across the screen toward the template text.
What should have been a ten-minute task turns into forty minutes of non-stop bickering between you and him.
“That’s too casual,” You say plainly.
“You’re too casual. I’ve been–”
“‘I’ve been doing this for years,’” you cut in, lowering your voice to mimic him. “Just like you said. But in the end, I’m the one who has to put my name and sign it.”
He smirks. “Who says it’s going under your name?”
“Excuse me?” you exclaim, slamming your fist lightly on the desk– just enough to rattle a few things. Honestly, you’re surprised he hasn’t pulled the manager card on you yet, considering how often your voice rises when he snickers at your reactions.
You tilt your head toward him. He still has one hand on his cheek, grinning at you. Then, with his other hand, he curls his fingers outward toward the screen.
“Go on.” He says.
You sigh as you type. He leans over and asks, “When you write it in your own style, do the higher-ups actually approve it?”
Your fingers pause above the keyboard before you resume typing. “Sometimes. I mean, of course, they don’t agree with everything.”
He hums at your answer. Just as he gestures toward the screen and starts to speak, you cut him off.
“What? No, I’m not adding slang!”
“No,” he says, closing the distance between you and him as he points at the first row of names. “I should be listed first. I’m the manager, you know.”
There it is. This time, you give in. “You’re right.” You hit backspace, removing a teammate’s name and replacing it with his.
As you type the final words on the last page, you glance at him and raise an eyebrow at him.
Your eyes meet for a brief moment before he looks at the screen and clicks his tongue with a smirk. “I’m just messing around, you know.”
You grumble as you type your name at the complimentary close of the letter.
Once you finish, you swivel your chair to face him.
“I’ll print these out later. In the meantime, I’ll let the team know you’re considering the idea,” you say, rising from your seat.
“Mhmm,” he hums, standing up and stretching his arms above his head. “I’ll walk you there.”
“How noble of you.”
He scoffs. “Well, with a beautiful woman in my office, sitting in my chair like that. How could I let her walk alone?”
Your jaw drops slightly. Did he really just say that? You shut your mouth quickly and tilt your head.
“Are you flirting with me?”
He leans in closer. “Been doing it for the past 50 minutes. Thanks for finally noticing.”
You feel the heat rush to your cheeks. Looking away, you mutter, “Well… I’ve always thought you were attractive.”
He tilts his head to meet your gaze, grinning. “Is that so?”
He takes your hands in his and closes the gap between you. When you look up to him, his tongue swipes on his bottom lip, moistening it. You feel his hands slide around your waist, and you stop him immediately.
“There’s a single-user restroom on the way there.”
∘˚˳°
You press the lock button on the bathroom door, and as you turn around, his lips crash into yours. One arm wraps around his neck, while the other trails up to his chest, your lips moving in sync with his.
Your head spins– you're kissing him. And god, he’s a really good kisser. His tongue slips into your mouth, meeting yours in a heated dance. His hands grip your waist tightly before he pulls back, leaving a thin string of saliva connecting your lips. He pulls you further into the bathroom. His lips drag to your neck leaving wet kisses.
“Turn around,” he commands.
Your mind buzzes with arousal as you follow his instructions. You plant your palms against the bathroom wall, and you hear him shifting behind you. When you glance back, he’s already on his knees.
“What are you doing?” you ask, slightly confused.
His hands rest on your ass, and he looks up at you with a playful smile tugging at his lips. “I’m an ass guy, if you don’t mind,” he admits.
“Oh!” you squeak, turning your head toward the wall in embarrassment. “No– well, sure…” is all you manage to say.
Slowly, he lifts your pencil skirt, bunching it at your waist. His fingers hook the waistband of your panties and slide them down to your ankles. He grips your waist and gently parts your legs, causing your back to arch.
His hands spread your cheeks, giving him a better view of your most intimate part. One thumb drags from your puckered entrance down to the folds of your pussy, then both thumbs move to spread you open.
“Cute,” he murmurs from behind.
His tongue wastes no time, immediately dragging along your folds and lapping at your entrance. You moan at the sensation as he pushes his tongue inside your pussy, curling it deep within you.
“Haa…” you gasp when he pulls back and trails his tongue down to your clit, flicking it expertly over your most sensitive spot. He alternates between licking your pussy and moving his mouth higher, until his tongue lays flat against your asshole and begins to swirl against it.
You call out his name as you pant, your voice a mixture of surprise and pleasure. You turn your head, catching his eyes locked onto yours as he plants wet, deliberate kisses on your sensitive rim. Before you can fully process it, his tongue slips past the tight ring of your ass.
“Such a cute hole,” He says as he pulls his tongue out before darting back in.
You gasp, your eyes rolling back as waves of pleasure ripple through you. His tongue works you relentlessly, eating your ass out with such intensity that you can’t help but cry out his name again and again.
“Keep doing that… haa…” you moan, eyes squeezed shut. One hand finds your dripping pussy, plunging two fingers inside while the other circles your clit, desperate to reach your climax.
Your mind goes hazy– the pleasure too overwhelming to think straight. Then, with a loud moan, your vision goes white as you finally fall over the edge, orgasm tearing through you in blinding ecstasy.
He gives your ass one last kiss before getting to his feet. You hear the rattle of his belt as he pulls out his cock. He slaps your ass, and you whine at the sting.
“Ready to take my cock, pretty girl?” he asks, tilting his head toward you, his hands resting on your hips.
You huff, “Just fuck me already.” You plant your hands back on the wall, looking at him from over your shoulder.
He moves one hand from your hip to guide his cock into your pussy. You gasp as he slowly pushes in.
“Wait– fuck,” you breathe, stopping him for a moment to accommodate his thick girth. He’s not even halfway in, and you already feel like you’re being split open.
You spread your legs wider, whining nervously, then nod for him to keep going. He begins to move, dragging his cock in, drilling into you. The feeling of him inside has you moaning and cursing under your breath. It makes you feel hazy as the pain of his stretching is replaced easily with endless pleasure.
“You feel so good, baby,” he moans, watching his cock disappear into your pussy.
When you feel his hips flush against your ass, you instinctively grind back against him, letting out a soft mewl. Breathing heavily, you murmur, “You're so big…” Your teary eyes lock with his as you whine, “Go slow, okay?”
He only groans in response, beginning to thrust into you at a steady pace. You moan and mutter curses as his thick cock pushes deep into your tight pussy.
“Taking me so fucking well. Fuck, you're so tight,” he growls.
You manage a breathy chuckle between moans. “Yeah?” you hum, lips curling into a teasing smile until it fades into a gasp as he suddenly quickens his pace. You hiss, eyes rolling back, as he grips your hips tighter and fucks you harder.
The sound of skin slapping and his groans, along with your moans, echoes through the restroom. “Feels so good… so good…” you babble incoherently, panting as his cock hits that perfect spot deep within your spongy walls.
“Yeah, you like that? Fuck, you're so gorgeous. Taking my cock so well. You love it, don't you?”
You pant, squeezing your eyes shut as tears stream down your face. “Yes! I love it. Oh, fuck, please, please, please…”
Waves of pleasure hit back to back with him buried balls-deep inside you. Your blood feels like it pumps only into your pussy as he pounds you from behind. You cry out when he suddenly pulls out completely. Looking up at him, you breathe heavily.
“Why did you stop?” you whine.
With his hands on your hips, he turns you around and leans in, his mouth close to your ear. “At least let me see your face when I fuck my cum into you.”
He helps untangle your panties from around your ankle, scrunching them into his fist.
You shudder as he places his large hands under your thighs and lifts you up. One arm hugs your waist, the other guiding his cock back into your aching pussy. Once the tip is in, he holds you tight and thrusts forward hard.
You moan breathlessly, brushing the bangs from his face. He breathes heavily with you, and your lips crash into his, tongues tangling.
You moan into his mouth, then pull back slightly. “I'm close, I'm close!”
He pants, jerking his hips faster. “Yeah, fuck.” You almost scream when he slams in deep, cock kissing your cervix.
“Let me shoot my cum into you, yeah?” he groans, his hips moving fast and sloppy.
“Yes! Cum inside me, fuck. Fuck–!” Your eyes roll back as your orgasm crashes over you like a wave.
He gasps, thrusting deep as he releases inside you, shooting his warm load into your tight pussy.
You grip his shoulders as both of you catch your breath, feeling his cock slowly soften inside you. You chuckle and tap his shoulder.
“Put me down,” you say, cupping his cheek and giving him a kiss on top of it.
As he sets you down, he instinctively lifts one of your legs to glance at the mess between your thighs. Your pussy clenches as white liquid drips down from your sore hole. He let's out a breathy laugh. “Beautiful.”
You scoff, grabbing a few tissues and sitting on the toilet bowl. When he keeps staring at you, you ask him to turn around so you can pee and clean yourself.
He shoves both hands into his pockets and turns his head slightly. Before you can snap at him for peeking, he quickly says, “I should go.”
“Yeah,” you reply, crouching slightly to wipe the cum off your legs.
“I’ll see you around.”
He closes the bathroom door, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
As you finish cleaning up, something clicks in your mind. Shit.
He walks away from the bathroom, smirking as he pulls one hand from his pocket and pats the top of it– your panties safely tucked inside of his dress pants.
JEAN kirstein, eren yeager, reiner braun, NANAMI kento, gojo satoru, NAOTO tachibana, hanma shuji + your favs
Synopsis: When you ask your boyfriend what he wants for his birthday, he tells you that it's a secret. How is it his birthday but you're the one getting surprised? You don't question his intentions and proceed with your day at work.
Little did you know the kind of tricks Hanma had up his sleeve.
word count: 3,7k
pairing: hanma x fem! reader
content warning: dark content, slightly cnc (read at your own risk), slight breath play, gvn k!nk, fear play, rough oral sex (m! receiving), lots of drool, a bit of mindbreak?
The sound of heels clicking on the floor fills the hallway as you approach your apartment door. It had been a long, exhausting day, yet a smile still manages to find its way onto your face as you remember the date. October has never been your favorite month, you can’t exactly pinpoint the reason why but you’re always filled with sadness as the colder season approaches.
Probably seasonal depression, who knows?
Inserting the key, you push the door open nothing but darkness greets you. It’s rare for the apartment to be engulfed in such suffocating gloom, especially knowing that your boyfriend preferred a dimly lit space. Still, you brush it off, proceeding to remove your knee high boots and place them on the shoe rack.
“Shuji?” you call out for your boyfriend, eyes trying to make out any details but it’s difficult. So you reach for the switch and flip it. Still nothing.
Did the power go out?
It’s a pretty expensive apartment complex, you highly doubt that the power goes out and Hanma does nothing about it. So you try again, and again and–still nothing but darkness.
“Shuuu,” you drag the first syllable of his name on your tongue, grabbing your phone to turn on the flashlight. Since it was his birthday, you had half expected him to stay home, but then again he was Kisaki’s right hand and it wasn’t rare for him to receive phone calls from the shorter man asking him to take care of something for him.
However, your body feels a little tense. Your shared apartment with your boyfriend was rather spacious, and there were many spots you disliked walking by during the night because of how hidden they were. You proceed down the hallway with your phone’s flashlight illuminating the path in front of you, sighing deeply when you notice that all of the rooms’ doors were closed and none of the curtains had been opened all day.
You’re about to point your flashlight towards your bedroom door when you hear something to your left and freeze.
No way. There was no way for it to be Hanma. His shoes were gone, so were his car keys–but this area had a lot of security and no one would be able to walk in unless they had special access to the main lobby. There were no signs of forced entry and every single window was closed–your brain is running a thousand miles a second, and you’re too busy trying to make sense of the noise that you had just heard to react fast. Before you could point your flashlight properly towards that one corner, you swipe your thumb across your screen and click on ‘contacts’.
Suddenly, you’re pinned to the wall with such force that it knocks the wind out of your chest and a gloved hand covers your mouth in an attempt to muffle the scream that rips out of you. You’re dizzy–you’re breathing fast and trying to make sense of what’s happening around you. With teary eyes, you look up and your heart drops in your stomach. A shiny, terrifying ghostface mask is right in front of you and whoever’s wearing it is breathing hard. They notice your trembling lip, the tears coating your lash line and tilt their head to the side.
Trembling, you think they haven’t noticed the phone in your hand despite the flashlight being the only source of light. Your thumb messily swipes across the screen and finds Shuji’s contact at the top of the list. Press call.
The sound of a familiar ring tone fills the apartment, your eyebrows furrow in both confusion and fear. Was he here? Maybe he was hurt and needed your help and–
But the longer the phone rang, the deeper it sank that the sound was way close to you. Way too close.
Your breath hitches as you watch the tall masked man reach into his left pocket. A gloved hand grabs the familiar phone and your name appears on the screen. Before picking up the phone, he pushes your hand up until you’re forced to press the device to your ear and you watch as he mirrors your actions.
“So, you got a boyfriend?” The unmistakable, chilling voice sends shivers down your spine. You recognize the unsettling calmness to it and all your body can do is melt against the wall as your knees buckle. But the tall man isn’t having any of it, and he pins you even harder against the wall. His gloved hand goes from your mouth down to your neck, and the grip is all too familiar that you can’t help but let out a strangled moan.
Despite the fear gripping your bones, you part your quivering lips to reply.
“Why… Do you want to ask me out on a date?” Your voice comes out small and unsteady, and you sniffle, desperately blinking back tears. A low chuckle escapes the man’s lips as he feels your harsh swallow beneath the grip of his hand.
“Maybe… Do you have a boyfriend?”
Before you could even manage a reply, you feel him push his knee between your thighs and a loud gasp escapes your lips. “I–”
“Do you?” The emphasis in his voice combined with his knee rubbing against your clothed pussy leaves you breathless. You can’t give a proper reply, not with your head tipped back in pleasure and your hips bucking up when he grazes your aching clit. Sensing that you were enjoying yourself, your boyfriend pulls away his knee and you’re immediately whining at the loss.
“Shuji–” you can’t see his face or what kind of expression is behind the mask, but you would hope that your desperation moves something in him. However, you forget that your boyfriend is a ruthless criminal, someone with years of expertise in physical and psychological torture. And he makes sure to put it to good use.
A pained moan escapes you when you’re being roughly pushed off the wall, only for your chest and cheek to get pinned to the cold, hard surface. Your phone falls to the ground and Hanma grabs both of your wrists, pinning them behind your back. You feel powerless as he pushes up the brown leather skirt you were wearing, hissing when he sees that you were wearing the smallest pair of underwear beneath.
“Did ya prepare for this, doll? Knew I was gonna fuck ya senseless the moment you walked in–” he momentarily breaks character, forgetting the role he’s supposed to be playing and you feel your heart and pussy swell. Being able to distract a man like Hanma was something you took pride in. You instinctively push back against him, brushing your ass against his crotch and hear yet another loud hiss from the man.
“Fucking slut.” The plastic part of the mask feels chilling and unsettlingly hard against your ear as filth spews out of his mouth. Muffled and low, the sound of his voice alone is enough to have your mind reeling at all the things he will say.
“Answer me.” You don’t expect something hard to press against your clothed pussy so soon, your jaw drops at the cold feeling as you struggle to get away from it.
“Shuji!” you cry out for the man, but to no avail.
“Shuji,” he says in a mocking tone, pressing the item harder against your pussy as he grabs your wrists in place. “How fucking pathetic, you’ve already gone dumb just from something rubbing against your pussy?” His voice drips with dark amusement. Hanma knows how to have fun with you, sex with him is never boring simply because the way that his brain works was fascinating–but you had always wondered if you could get a glimpse of a darker side of him.
However, up until today, he always rejected the idea. Primarily due to the fact that you were his girlfriend, someone whom he cherished with all of his cold and sheltered heart and a person whom he liked to keep away from his business. To the world, he is Hanma–a ruthless killer with a criminal background that could paralyze anyone with fear but to you, he was Shuji. Your sweet, loving boyfriend.
Your loving boyfriend who always fucked you when he came back from a mission with blood painting his face, your sweet and doting boyfriend who let you ride his face because you found him so hot when there were a few cuts and bruises there. You suggest that he integrates his dangerous side during sex and he refuses, but the idea lingers at the forefront of his mind the longer he remembers the pout sitting on your lips and how eager you seemed with everything.
So, the first step was to buy a ghostface mask.
And the second was to fuck you while he wears it.
“Yes,” you answer, barely catching your breath. “I-I prepared.”
“Oh yeah?” you can hear the smirk in his voice. “You wanted me to fuck you?”
“It’s y-your birthday,” your breath hitches when the cold material presses harder against your clit, and Hanma watches as you subconsciously move back and forth against it with a wide grin.
“Fucking hell, look at you. Do you know what you’re fucking yourself on, slut?”
You whimper, a sign of confusion and Hanma offers an amused chuckle before pressing the mask against your ear.
“My gun.”
He sees your eyes widening and laughs loudly when you don’t pull away or flinch. Instead, you move your hips back and forth–slow and sloppy, face burning with shame. This had been a fantasy of yours–you’re starting to believe that Hanma has wanted to do this just as much as you did.
“Didn’t know you wanted it this bad,” he’s obviously caught off guard by how needy you are, but it doesn’t stop him from pressing harder and nudging your clit in ways that have your eyes roll to the back of your head. He watches as shame leaves your body and it’s replaced by pure lust as you chase your high. You’re panting, eyes screwed shut and lips parted to let out the sweetest moans.
“Yeah just like that–” you can feel his hard on pressing against your backside, but you’re far too distracted to care. “Use my gun to get off. Good girl–my pretty slut.”
Pleasure courses through your veins like hot lava, it blinds you momentarily and shuts down your brain as you desperately chase your orgasm. You’re certain that the sentences you were blabbering made no sense, you could hear Hanma speaking to you and could make out that he was mocking you by saying “Oh yeah?” “Oh baby, poor you.” but none of it mattered when you were so close to your release. Your thighs tremble, your voice a pitch higher and there’s drool dripping down the side of your mouth. The knot in your stomach feels hot and tightens with each desperate grind against the gun. You’re about to cum, you’re so fucking close–
A pained cry leaves your lips when Hanma pulls the gun away, heartless and cold.
“Why?! Why–” you sob before flinching when he lets go of your wrists to spank you harshly.
“Are you fucking questioning me?” He grips your hair harshly, pulling your head back and craning your neck at an uncomfortable angle. “You don’t fucking deserve to cum.”
“But–but Shuji–” still gripping your hair, Hanma pushes you down until you’re on your knees and you instinctively turn around until you’re eye level with his crotch. Eager and blinded with lust, your hands reach for his belt and start to unbuckle it but Hanma grips your hair tighter and you gasp at the pain.
“Didn’t say you could touch it yet, did I?” Now that you were on your knees for him, Hanma could confidently say that this was the hottest sight ever. Your makeup was smudged, mascara running down your cheeks and your eyes were blown out with lust. He should’ve done it sooner.
“Please,” you lean forward, chin resting on his hard on and your hands rest on his ass. “Please,” you drag your nose against the fabric of his pants, before pressing a gentle kiss to his clothed dick. “I can make you feel good, Mr. Ghostface.”
Hanma lets out a muffled “fuck,” before pushing your face against his dick and you take it as a sign to get to work. You make quick work of his belt and pants before pulling down his boxers and watch as his cock springs free. You don’t waste a single second before wrapping your hand around the shaft, gripping it enough to have the man’s breath hitching. His cock was a work of art, and you always found yourself enjoying oral sex with Hanma mainly because you enjoyed having his cock in your mouth. So you kiss the balls, dragging your tongue along the shaft and don’t give the man a warning before letting your mouth engulf the tip. It’s a small move, but it makes the masked man grip your hair tightly and the silence is now replaced by the much anticipated dirty talk.
“Fuck, do I love when you use your mouth like that,” he sounds so fucked out, drowning in pleasure that you can’t help but let out a moan yourself. The vibrations send shivers down Shuji’s spine and he is quick to remind you to take the whole thing.
“Suck.” Within a few moments, there is spit and drool everywhere. Your hand strokes the parts you can’t reach, and you pull away to spit on the tip whenever you can before bobbing your head up and down on his cock. Hanma, however, is still not satisfied.
“You’re gonna take the whole thing.” Your eyes widen at his statement, and you pull away to complain.
“But Shuji–” your heart stops when you feel something cold press against your forehead.
“Come on, doll.” You look up at him with furrowed eyebrows and through teary lashes. “Don’t look away.”
Your hands tremble as they settle on his thighs for support and you’re glad he doesn’t ask you to put them behind your back. Inhaling deeply, you look up at the man as you start to swallow his dick–inch after inch, the deeper he goes, the harder it is to keep your eyes open or stop yourself from gagging. And when you do and try to pull away, Hanma pushes the gun against your forehead. Finally, you manage to fit all of him down your throat and you’re proud to hear the muffled groan that leaves Hanma’s lips. You could’ve sworn that you saw his knees buckle as well, but you can’t afford to focus on anything else with his cock down your throat.
“Good fucking girl, oh fuuuuck,” he lets out a laugh when you pull away to breathe, coughing and trying to catch your breath before grabbing his cock again. “Oh yeah, someone’s desp–fuck, desperate.” you hum in response, taking him down your throat before repeating the same movement over and over again. Until Hanma’s hips buck into your face and he presses your nose against his pubic hair. You cough and gag, drool spilling down your jaw. You’re smacking his thigh, reminding him that you needed air but to no avail. He watches as your eyes roll to the back of your head and you swear dark dots are starting to form. You were going to pass out, you can’t breathe–
It’s not until your fingers aren’t digging into the skin of his thighs that Hanma lets go of you. He watches as you fall to the ground, a hand to your chest as you try to catch your breath and messily wipe the drool on your chin.
“Up.” He speaks, and your body responds to his command as if it were second nature. You feel dizzy, and the longer Shuji wears the mask, the more difficult it is to remember who’s behind the mask. A gloved hand grabs your jaw, pulling you close until the lips of the mask are brushing against your own.
“Tell me,” he says lowly, his other hand traveling down to grab your ass. “How much do you want me to fuck you?”
“So-so much,” you admit, broken. You can no longer think straight or try to mask the lust. Your body craves Hanma like the moon needs the stars, you’ve never been teased like this–so heartlessly, without being able to look into his golden eyes for comfort and a way to ground yourself. There was no reminder that it was your boyfriend, the one who gives you the softest smiles and whose eyes meet yours when you’re about to cum. Behind this mask was a different man, and you were starting to lose your grip on reality.
The gloved hand goes from your jaw to your cheek, and you let out a small noise when you feel him wiping something.
Tears.
Hanma is well aware of his sick and twisted desires, but watching you cry is on another level. It makes his cock twitch and his heart beats loudly against his ribcage.
“Beg me.”
“Please.” You ask, desperately.
“Again.”
“Please fuck me–please, Shuj–please.” You start to blabber, lips quivering and fat tears streaming down your face. Hanma finally breaks.
You’re caught off guard as he throws you over his shoulder, letting out a startled squeak when he forcefully pushes the door open to your shared bedroom. He doesn’t give you time to get used to your surroundings as throws you on the bed before grabbing you by the ankles and pulling you down to the edge of the bed. It’s still dark in the apartment, and Hanma doesn’t have enough time to turn the power back on, so he reaches for the curtains and pulls them open so that the only source of light was the street lamp outside.
He approaches the bed again, hurried and impatient to fuck you stupid. Before he can reach for your panties, your hand goes to his ghostface mask and he doesn’t have it in him to stop you from taking it off of him.
Finally, you can see his face. He was all sweaty, flushed cheeks and a few hair strands sticking to his forehead not to mention–his pupils were blown out with lust. This was your Shuji, your boyfriend–the ghostface mask was hot, but you preferred this side of your boyfriend. You waste no time to bring him closer to you, crashing your lips against his in a messy, tongues dancing and spit swapping kiss. It’s anything but romantic, your bodies consumed with an animalistic kind of lust for one another. Instead of taking off your panties, Hanma rips them off of your body and muffles your complaining noises with his lips once again.
“I’ll buy you new ones.” Is all he says before pushing your knees open. Your pussy is glistening with arousal, all puffy and swollen from not being touched enough and Hanma leans down to spit on it and give your clit a wet kiss.
“Fuck–” your close your eyes at the feeling, suddenly growing aware of all of the layers on your body that needed to come off. But you didn’t have time for that, and neither did Hanma. So, he pushes up your turtleneck shirt and watches as your boobs spill out. Holding the fabric, your boyfriend proceeds to push your knees to your chest line up the tip of his cock with your entrance.
He lets himself in, slowly and taking in the way your jaw goes slack and how your eyes roll to the back of your head. You had been craving this, you were practically begging for his cock and watching you unravel just from him pressing inside made it nearly impossible for Hanma to hold back.
“Come here,” he leans down to kiss your lips, sloppy and wet as he starts to move his hips. His cock slides in and out of your tight pussy, leaving creamy rings at the base that has Hanma cursing under his breath. Meanwhile, your head is thrown back and you don’t seem to notice or feel anything but the way that his cock felt against your warm walls.
“Thought of giving me the best birthday gift–fuck, you are my birthday gift,” the tall man starts to blabber, clearly lost in the pleasure and in the feeling of your tight pussy. “This pussy is the best gift I could’ve asked for–” he bites down on your bottom lip, finally getting you to whine in response. Your hands grip his shoulders when he starts to pick up his pace, eyes widening when his tip starts to press against that one spot.
“Yes right there–oh fuck, right there!”
“I got you.” your legs are thrown over his shoulder and a hand wraps around your neck as he maintains his pace, hips remaining in the same angle that has you seeing stars. It’s not until you’re cumming around his cock, crying and shaking, that Hanma can finally lose himself and fuck you hard. He fucks you until you’re crying for him to slow down, watching as the creamy ring that forms at the base is smeared all over his pubic hair and your hand is pushing at his stomach.
“I can’t–I can’t–”
“Take it,” he says through gritted teeth. “Fucking pussy is milking me dry–holy shit.” he curses as he buries his face in your neck, feeling you squeeze around him as you orgasm again. The feeling of your tight pussy along with your nails digging into his back has the man shooting his cum inside after a couple of strokes.
You both lay there in silence for a couple of minutes, trying to catch your breath and party because Hanma knows you need this skin on skin moment. This wasn’t a moment where he could wipe you down, kiss you goodnight and go to sleep–he needed to be present.
“You okay, pretty girl?”
“Hold me,” hearing the desperation in your voice, Hanma lowers your legs and brings you closer to him. He kisses your cheeks, forehead and then your nose. There are tears in your eyes still, but the eye contact with him helps ground you. The love and warmth in them remind you that it’s him, your boyfriend and not Ghostface who had fucked your face senseless.
“Happy birthday, Shu,” you say as you grab his face and the tall man can’t help but chuckle.
Rowan has had his YouTube channel for years and made funny skit videos with Eugene like smosh. he only gained subs after posting food reviews. His vid with Ben is his most successful.
Teddy wears subtle makeup to school and he looks good doing it. He's got the no makeup makeup down pat.
Gerard has watched ATLA and feels an affinity for Zuko.
Eugene is a gundam nerd.
Alex wants to go into pro boxing in the future.
Because Ben is a big eater, he knows all the best food places around. He also knows how to cook simple dishes but tends to overseason his food.
The gang has tried to persuade Gerard to audition for a talent show on tv after his performance in school but he's too shy.
Gerard often thinks about Slam and is thinking of getting the band back together.... or start a new one.
Eugene would theorise the shit out of Gravity Falls. His favourite character would be Dipper.
Teddy has an entire drawer full of cat clothes. Co doesn't like putting them on.
Gray's favourite books to read (aside from random encyclopaedias and nerd stuff) for enjoyment are mystery books and thrillers. He enjoys putting things together and he loves the adrenaline rush. His least favourite things to read are shitty YA romance novels. (no I am not projecting)
Alex legit had a crush on Gray for a while but he got over it.
Eugene compared Rowan to Koichi Hirose bc of his table hair. After that Rowan spiked it up higher to spite him.
Ben had a random glow up overnight after he cut his Lord Farquaad hair and to this day Alex had no idea how it happened. He's glad it did though.
Gray tried to crack jokes around the gang, but nobody got the punchline because they are too used to Gray being serious.
Hii!:D Can you write about timid fem!reader x Namgyu nsfw? Like reader has a hand kink and she keeps staring at Namgyu’s hands. And once the lights out, Namgyu decides to confront reader.
Sorry if this is maybe a bit confusing this is my first time requesting😞🫶🏻 Btw I rlly love your fics💕
his hands are so hot holy lord 🤤 i would kfc on those thangs finger licking good fr
he keeps us filled up here, dis to all the hand lovers MEOW
nam-gyu x timid!reader smut !! <3 warnings: 18+, DARK content, spoilers, dubcon, humiliation, fingering
つ｡☆ imagine.. when you first met him at the games, (ignoring the deaths & violence in the background), you shamelessly keep staring at his veiny hands!! like oh lord !! the rings in his pointer and middle finger weren't helping either, as well as that stylistic choice of a black wristband, it only added to the appeal. this is what kept you going, to be honest, even if nam-gyu wasn't necessarily the good guy inside the games, you'd only vote 'O' to be with him longer! he notices this, of course, and takes advantage every time! getting closer to you, his hand slightly patting your head to "calm" you down, and when he sees you not having any energy to eat, he'd ask for it, but if you KINDLY reject him, he scoffs, "do you want me to feed it to you then?", ... "if you're not gonna eat, i'll force the food inside you.", "you'd want my fingers shoved up that mouth of yours, right?" hoo.. boy...
you were so... weird. he thinks. because he's absolutely aware of your obsession with his hands, and he decides to test the waters! well, not test, he fully dives in.
you were the only team member that remained with him, thanos died, se-mi died, and min-su was too scared to face him. he told you he'd have a meeting during lights out, opting you to come to his bed. nam-gyu's really shocked at your "loyalty" for him, but still punishes you for it!
nsfw below -> !! (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)
... he kept his promise of shoving down his fingers down your throat, his pointer and middle finger, inches deep inside, making you gag. this was to shut you up, there was a metallic taste, due to the ring he was wearing. "i know you've been wanting this, so don't scream." he whispers, his other arm forcing your legs to open wide, "if i hear you, even a little bit, i'll kill you, got it?" he's so strict, it's fucking you up, mentally. but you nod, and it painfully adds up to his ego, making him think: so you DID want this? you were now voluntarily at his mercy?? well he might've forgotten his blatant death threats but still...
he'd remove the two fingers inside your mouth, giving you a firm look, you better not make a noise! pushing your pants off your legs, seeing the wet gray patch in the middle of your panties. "jeez. you're even wet." he says, dissaprovingly staring. he places his whole hand to rub the apex of your thighs, he could only watch you arch your back and watch your hand fly to your mouth so you wouldn't make any noise, as ordered. he then leaves two fingers to be placed on your clothed clit. "here, hm?" you nod frantically, wishing he'd apply more friction to the bud, he'd playfully scoff, simply ignoring your clit as he moves the two fingers down your clothed hole. the way it got wetter was so mesmerizing for him! ".. didn't even know girls like you existed."
"freak. you should be ashamed of yourself." he'd now slip your panties to your ankles, making you fully bare for him, it was so embarassing for you :(, it was like he was judging your pussy, he'd take another second to look at it, before harshly slapping your cunny with his heavy hand, it hurt so bad!! you'd yelp from the pain, making him slap it again as punishment, "damn it, quiet." your clit was twitching as a reaction huhu...
he'd take another second to stare, seeing your pussy clench onto nothing! in that moment, he almost felt bad, since he's so humiliated for you! leaving no warning, he'd shove his middle and pointer finger inside, it stings. he knows it stings, he just doesn't care. he'd spread his fingers slightly, making a 'scissor' hand sign inside, he could see the insides of your cunt in full view now.
it takes no time for him to run out of patience. quickly setting a fast pace with his fingers, relentlessly pumping in and out of you. he slips it out, just to shove it right back in without any interval, making you gush all over the mattress, for sure he's gonna punish you for that later.
when he pushes your thighs to your chest to get a more deeper angle, his fingers were now hitting your g-spot! he'd even curl his fingers at the right moment. you'd let out a small noise from the feeling, none of your exes ever got to make you feel like that. your other hand that wasn't holding your mouth shut was lightly hitting his side, signaling him, you couldn't take it anymore, it was all too fast and you might've even--! oh. you'd embarrassingly squirt all over his hands, arms, and jacket. "filthy fucking cunt, did i tell you to cum?" you whined, "i'm s.. s-sorry-!" he only tsks. "fuck. disgusting. clean that up, quick."
how were you gonna clean it up? by your mouth, he'd make you lick all your cum and juices that coated his hands and arms, you were still shaken up from your orgasm, but this made it ten times worse, you felt like a dog :(.
holy shit Man journalism is not for the weak im too busy and for WHat , ANYWAys here guys, just gonna start it off, expect more posts from sat to sun, hopefully i'd be free in the weekdays too :< . namgyu thanos threesome next, as usual!
New Chapter released of The Delinquent Next Door!!
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a/n: sorry for being offline for so long. I have a lot to deal with including school and life. But I am back (for real) and ready to go! Stay tuned my loves <<333
Preview:
Hanma stopped in the middle of the room, facing a guy with white hair and purple eyes. He had tanned skin with the same red uniform.
"Izana! How have ya been?" Hanma greets casually, ignoring the room as per usual.
He's going to get us killed!
You gently tug at his sleeve, glaring at him in panic. "Hanma! Don't be rude." You scolded quietly as you glanced between the shorter male and him.
The man takes a few steps closer, ignoring Hanma completely as he keeps a trained eye on you. His expression was far from unreadable, but nonetheless the intensity was enough to make you shiver.
He stopped right in front of you, close enough to where your breathing could reach his face and sway his white bangs that framed his stoic face. His eyes looked almost lifeless, dull even. You gulped as you clung to Hanma's side.
After a few more moments, the guy broke into a small smile, his eyes dimly lighting up as he adjusted himself. "So you're the girl that's been holding Hanma up." His voice was almost as teasing as Hanma's, but sounded more sincere and playful in a way.
You were speechless to say the least. This intimidating guy....was smiling at you???
You looked back up at Hanma who was just as friendly as the guy standing in front of you.
"Geez Izana, you don't gotta say it like that!" he laughs.
"And you certainly didn't have to scare the poor girl Izana," scolded the man who now stood beside him. He had a nasty scar over his left eye with a buzzcut. He had a similar uniform to Izana with his upper half exposed.
"Now, now Kakucho, we both know that was never my intention. I was just observing her." Izana smoothly replies, smiling at you apologetically.
"Ya mind introducing her to the gang? I'm shitty at the whole introductions thing."
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Summary: Amidst the chaos of his work life, Hanma finds refuge and solace within your presence. Two souls bound by an imperceptible and delicate tie, strained by the passage of time that kept you apart. However, can this thin thread endure the weight of his inner struggles? And will you accept offering your heart to such an unpredictable man?
Read Echoes of Time and find out!
Word count: (30,7k words)
Content warning: canon related, not canon compliant, evil toman! hanma, fem! reader, reader is described to be shorter and of a smaller build than hanma's, cursing, gvn use, mvrder, description of graphic scenes, blood, gang violence, smut, oral (receiving and giving), fingering, unprotected sex, hanma has a vasectomy, size kink, dirty talk, angst.
note: this is, once again, heavily self indulgent. I still tried to make it as vague as possible, but some of the interactions or conversations that happen are ones that I envisioned for my selfship with him. there will be a few characters present in the story to make it fun and because it makes no sense for the story to happen just between the two of them, hopefully you’ll enjoy it. but if this isn't your cup of tea, kindly move along and have a great day.
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