hanma is a childish grumpy baby when he’s been woken up.
0.5k wc ﾉ fluff ﾉ a little suggestive.
cw: no pronouns used, hanma calls reader doll and baby, brief mentions of a previous blowjob & free use.
“doll…” his low grumble comes from beside you as he shakes your shoulder a bit.
you barely glance in his direction as you scroll on your phone. “yes, shuji?”
“turn the damn light off.”
“huh? there aren’t any lights on.”
he lays there with his eyes still shut a few seconds before he cracks one open and points out the window with a childish grunt.
you stifle a laugh, “…that’s a street lamp.”
“…huh? for what? why is it on?” he’s clearly half asleep, and a little incoherent. you know you’re safe to giggle as much as you want when he’s like this.
“so people can see.”
he pouts, throwing an arm over his eyes, “ugh, it’s like, 3am, nobody needs to see anything right now.”
“actually shu, it’s only midnight. and, if i hadn’t sucked you comatose, I’m sure you would be one of the hooligans out and about at this hour.”
“….close the curtain, doll.”
“no. it’s like a night light, and–
he scoffs, “what do ya need a night light for? dontcha trust me to protect you?”
he wants to bite back and tell you that he doesn’t need a night light, not because he isn’t a little afraid of the dark, but because he feels so safe next to you.
“–and it helps me wake up in the morning when the sun comes through,” you deadpan.
another thing he won’t tell you is how he doesn’t need the sun that streams in through the window every morning; the sight of your sleeping figure beside him is enough.
but it’s midnight, apparently, and he’s not feeling the type of tired where he can be vulnerable tonight, so he keeps that to himself, even though he desperately wants to know if you feel the same way.
“excuses, excuses,” he tsks. he turns his head toward you and lifts his arm from his eyes, barely cracking them open, “if you hate me just say that.”
“shuji, my dearest. i had your cock down my throat 20 minutes ago.”
he full on glares at you, or at least he attempts to; his sleepy, half lidded eyes betray him. you don’t miss the way the corner of his lips twitched up for a moment, though.
in the dim lighting of your bedroom, he paws around in search of your arm, and grabs you tightly when he finds it, causing you to gasp and drop your phone. with a confused yelp, you’re suddenly manhandled on top of him as he buries his head in your neck, muttering a muffled, “relax, baby.”
you sigh, “shuji, you’re insatiable.”
you feel a deep chuckle resonate against your throat, “c’mon, you told me you like being used, yeah? so be my sleep mask for a lil while...” you roll your eyes at him for using your words against you, and at the way his voice trails off as if he’s already falling back asleep. you can’t help but giggle at your needy god of death who whines when you aren’t touching him for even five minutes.
your personal guard dog, the grim reaper of kabukicho— his world would fall apart without you.
he’s never told you that, but you feel it through his actions; through the longing in his touch.
in the morning before he leaves for work, he gives you a tighter hug than usual, and the sweetest, softest kiss. in bed when he grabs at your hands, no matter what position he’s tangled the two of you in, he gently brushes his palm against yours before he squeezes. and now, as his breaths even out and you slowly attempt to shift yourself off him, his arms tighten around your waist with an annoyed huff.
he feels protected by…well, whatever it is about you; he doesn’t know. it’s less like the way he looms over any poor soul that dares to glance at you a second too long, and more like your soul is the solace that his needed all this time. your presence grounds him in a way he hasn’t experienced before; it warms up his heart and makes him soft. it’s the reason he can’t bear to let go of you in the night, and clings to you as long as he can before he goes out into a life that doesn’t treat him with nearly as much warmth.
despite the headache that he is sometimes, he makes you smile. so you settle in on top of him, because he’s given you no other option than to be his anchor in a world where he can only see the light in your presence.
okay listen i am not a hanma girlie but... you're so right about slapping him while you ride his dick 😭
i imagine he'd ask you to do it just to try it and see how it feels, and is shocked by how close it makes him
the sting from your slap makes his dick twitch and he pulls you off of his cock at lightning speed because he doesn't wanna cum yet ☹️🤍
(you don't have to respond to this btw HNSKDHFJ just food for thought <3)
i— i sat here and stared at this open mouthed for about five minutes straight. i had to do laps around my house just to be able to respond to this coherently. you have no idea what this image has done to me like….i feel like i need to be chained down in the basement like a werewolf on the night of a full moon. i need to be detained like actually. i am SO not normal about this.
can you IMAGINE the epiphany he has after this? this man is so fucking cocky. people know him as the god of death, and you’re just his sweet angel. so imagine his fucking surprise when he teasingly suggests that you slap him while you’re on top, and you do it without hesitation. HE IS FLOORED!!!! as if you didn’t already have him in a chokehold just from making him feel loved and cared for, now he has to deal with the fact that 1) you are NOT as innocent as he previously believed. 2) you have way more control over him than he ever imagined you would. i mean fuck, if a slap to the face while you’re seated on his cock is all it takes to get him teetering on the edge of filling you up, what else are you capable of? does he even want to know?
and the mischievous glint in your eye as you look down at him after he pulls you off…he knows you know. he knows you felt him twitch. he’s so turned on and confused at the same time. the shift in dynamic has him dizzy and desperate. the tips of his ears go red at the thought of any of his men finding out how he, the grim reaper of kabukicho, turns into a needy whore at the hands of his sweet, sweet angel.
