I Know You Wanna F#ck Me — Shuji Hanma
Pairings: Shuji Hanma X Black Fem Reader (ANYONE CAN READ🧚🏾♀️)
Synopsis: He's like quicksand, the more you struggle and resist, the deeper and quickly you sink..
Content. MDNI: smut, p in v, fingering, public sex, sexual tension, denial, corruption kink vibes (idk I think I'm obsessed with corruption kink smut....do I have a corruption kink....?), good girl! reader, fuckboy! Shuji Hanma, Shuji honestly just being himself to be real
The library was the crown jewel of the university campus. Rows of towering shelves housed thousands of books, their spines worn yet elegant. Stained-glass windows stretched high above, filtering sunlight that painted ethereal golden patches across the mahogany tables below. It was quiet, the type of silence filled with the soft rustle of pages and the occasional muted footsteps of students wandering between aisles.
She was in her usual spot, tucked into a secluded corner on the second floor near the east windows. A place drenched in sunlight by the late afternoon, it was where she always worked, head bowed over her assignments, headphones shielding her from the outside world.
Today was no different than any other. She sat there, her dark hair blown out and framing around her face, the sunlight catching the subtle shine of her university badge pinned to her white button-down blouse. Her plaid skirt smoothed neatly over her legs, her black winter tights pristine and professional. She was the picture of focus, her pen gliding across her notes as the soft hum of french impressionist composer Maurice Ravel rang from her headphones and filled her ears.
Shuji spotted her the moment he stepped into the library. She always sat in the same spot, and if she wasn’t there, he knew she’d be somewhere else predictable—probably another quiet corner. He’d been relentless in his pursuit of her over the past month, teasing her, finding her wherever she went, and reveling in the way she squirmed under his attention. She was stubborn, resistant, determined not to give in. But he didn’t mind. He loved the chase.
He didn’t even pretend to browse around. He walked straight to her, his boots making little noise against the polished wood floor, and slid into the seat beside her.
She didn’t notice him at first. Her headphones cocooned her in her world, and she was too engrossed in her notes to look up. Shuji leaned back in his chair, folding his arms as he studied her for a moment, his smirk growing. She looked beautiful—of course, she always did—but there was something particularly striking about the way the sunlight framed her now. Like a painting. Delicate, poised, and so utterly unaware of the chaos sitting right next to her.
He waited a moment longer, then reached out and tugged one side of her headphones off, just enough for her to hear him.
“Nice view,” He murmured, his voice low and teasing.
She startled, her hand flying to her headphones as she turned to glare at him. “Shuji! What are you doing here?”
He grinned, unapologetic. “Came to find you, obviously.”
She scowled, pushing her headphones off completely. “Well, I’m busy.”
“You’re always busy,” He replied smoothly, leaning forward to rest his arms on the table. “But even you need a break sometimes.”
“I’m good, thank you,” She said curtly, turning her attention back to her notebook as if he weren’t sitting there.
Shuji chuckled softly, unbothered by her cold shoulder. “Come on, princess. You’ve been staring at that thing for hours. You’re going to burn out.”
Her pen paused mid-sentence, and she cast him a sharp glance. “I’m not a princess.”
“Sure you are,” He said with a grin. “All prim and proper, sittin' here like you don’t have a care in the world. But I know better.”
She frowned, her fingers subtly tightening on her pen. “You don’t know anything about me.”
He raised an eyebrow, leaning closer. “Don’t I?”
She ignored him, her eyes fixed firmly on her notes. But he didn’t leave. Instead, he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “You’re going to make me work for your attention today, huh?”
“You’re wasting your time,” she said without looking up, though her grip on her pen had grown tenser.
“That’s what you said last time,” He replied, smirking. “And yet, here I am. Again.”
She exhaled sharply, setting her pen down with a little more force than necessary. “Do you ever take anything seriously?”
“Nah, not really,” He admitted, shrugging. “But you like that about me.”
Her head snapped toward him, her eyes wide with incredulity. “What about me could possibly make you think that?”
“You’re still talkin' to me,” He pointed out, his grin widening. “If you really wanted me to leave, you’d ignore me.”
She opened her mouth to argue but found herself at a loss for words. He wasn’t wrong, and she hated that. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she looked away, trying to regain her composure.
“Why don’t you come with me?”
Her brow furrowed, and she turned to face him again. “What?”
“Come with me,” he repeated, his tone steady but teasing. “Somewhere private. You need a break.”
“You do,” he interrupted, his eyes locking on hers. “And you know it.”
The words hung in the air, heavy between them. Her pen hovered over her notes, and her fingers trembled faintly, betraying her despite how tightly she gripped it. She knew he was watching her, and worse, she knew he was right. A break would be good. But not with him—not here, not now, not when every look he gave her seemed to unravel her carefully maintained composure.
She lifted her head just enough to meet his eyes, though her resolve was already faltering. “Don’t you have something you should be working on? An assignment? A presentation? Maybe an exam to study for?”
Shuji grinned, leaning back slightly in his chair. “You’re deflecting.”
“I’m not deflecting,” She snapped, though her voice was softer than she intended. “It’s a genuine question. You don’t exactly strike me as the ‘studious’ type; you don't even bother to stay in dress code on campus. How’d you even get here, anyway?”
His smirk widened, and he tilted his head, watching her with the kind of patience that made her heart race. “Aww, you’re curious about me now?”
Her cheeks burned, but she rolled her eyes, trying to steady herself. “Oh please, I’m just surprised someone who barely takes anything seriously ever made it into a school like this.”
Shuji chuckled, the sound deep and warm, and it sent a shiver down her spine despite her best efforts to ignore it. “I take some things seriously,” He said, leaning forward, his elbows resting on the table. His eyes locked on hers, and she immediately regretted looking back. “Like you.”
Her breath hitched, and her fingers tightened around her pen. “That’s not what I meant,” She muttered, dropping her gaze to her notebook again, desperate for something—anything—to focus on other than him.
Shuji didn’t miss a beat. “But you’re right,” he said smoothly, his tone light but laced with a hint of teasing. “I could be doing a hundred other things right now. I probably should be doing a hundred other things. But I’d rather be here.”
She refused to look at him, refused to acknowledge the weight of his words. Instead, she flipped a page in her notebook, pretending to review her notes. “You have terrible priorities.”
“Maybe,” He said with a shrug. “But I don’t think so.”
“You don’t think so?” She repeated, finally glancing at him, her brow furrowing. “What makes you think that?”
“Because I’m here with you,” Shuji said simply, his voice dropping lower. He leaned in slightly, and the space between them seemed to vanish. “And if I have to choose between memorizing some boring textbook or getting a pretty doll like you to finally crack and come with me, I’m always gonna pick the second one.”
Her pulse quickened, and she tried to fight the heat rising to her face. “You’re a fool. Just ridiculous.” She shook her head.
“Ridiculously persistent,” He corrected, his smirk returning. “But you already knew that.”
She opened her mouth to respond, but nothing came out. His gaze was too steady, too intense, and she felt the pull of it like gravity. She looked away quickly, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her notebook. “I’m not going anywhere with you,” She asserted quietly, though the conviction in her voice was weak.
“Not yet,” Shuji said, his voice soft and coaxing. He leaned a little closer, resting one hand lightly on the edge of her chair. “But you will.”
Her eyes snapped to his, her breath catching at the nearness of him. “Why are you always bothering me?” She asked, her voice trembling slightly. “Why can’t you leave me alone?”
He smiled, but there was something gentler in it now, something that made her heart ache in a way she didn’t want to admit. “Because you don’t want me to leave you alone,” He said. “Not really.”
She froze, unable to look away, her chest tightening at the truth she didn’t want to admit. He was too close, too confident, and she was starting to feel like she was losing control of the situation—of herself.
“Shuji,” She said, her voice barely a whisper. “I really have to finish this.”
“And you can,” he said easily, his tone soothing, persuasive. “After you take a break. It won't be long, promise.”
She recalled the last time Shuji had ensared her like this. That one stupid party she knew she had know business attending. It was a school night, but she had promised an acquaintance who was sweet and kind that she'd go with her.
Shuji was there, his countenance commanding and bold—electrifying. She was mesmerized by him, his eyes, the blunt and carefree way he spoke into her ear and touched her waist.
It was her first time kissing someone she'd never met, and she loved every second of it. Had she been another girl, or perhaps in another life, she'd have gone home with him—gone all the way with him. Ever since that night she'd find herself wondering, her thoughts drifting, her fantasies slowly finding their way towards him.
She couldn't even pleasure herself without him coming to mind.
It was new, scary even, how someone she barely knew had completely inserted themselves in the forefront of her mind. So she'd work even harder, busying herself and isolating herself in the hopes of forgetting about him.
But Shuji had other plans.
He'd make sure to run into her, everywhere. Following her around and coaxing her to join him in his wild lifestyle.
Her cheeks burned, but she didn’t hesitate this time. She placed her hand in his, letting him guide her out of the chair, out of her comfort zone, and into dangerous territory.
“Shhh, you better keep it down if you don't wanna get caught.” He said, yet the teasing undertone in his voice suggested he couldn't care less if anyone heard or saw them like this.
He had her pressed against the far wall of the testing area in the library, secluded in the far corner of the east end. Her plaid skirt bunched up around her waist, the first four buttons of her blouse undone, and her tights resting just underneath her knees. Their heavy breaths mingled with the lewd sounds of her soaked, creamy pussy taking the rough strokes of his huge dick.
He'd already made her cum once, the remnants of it a ring around the base of dick, mixing with her cream.
“Ahh,” She cried shakily, her eyes brimming with tears as she tries to lower her voice, “I c-can-caaan't.”
He was so deep inside her she could barely catch her breath, the tip of his dick pressing against her g-spot with each and every stroke.
She stood up on her tiptoes, her hands splayed out against the wall her face is pressed against, biting her lip in a feeble attempt not to scream his name out in public.
Shuji challenged her composure, wrapping his hand around her and pulling her up against his toned chest, his right tattooed hand taking her by her neck. His left hand kept her steady, gripping her hip as he continues pounding into her from behind.
“Ah-mmm!” She whines, pressing her lips together desperately.
“Careful.” He said against her ear.
“Sh-shuji...slower.” She begged.
“You think that'll help?” He tested, abruptly slowing his pace down, but doesn't bother to lessen the intensity of his thrusts. He fucked her hard, slow, and deep, making her eyes roll back.
“Oohhh!” She mewls, high pitched and whiny, the sound echoing through the vicinity. Her body tensed, instantly sobering her up to the reality of their situation. They're right there, in the library, the very open and exposed library.
How could she do something so crazy like this?
Her internal questions didn't last long. Her mind went completely blank when Shuji's hand snaked around her form, reaching between her drenched legs—his fingers skillfully massaging circles around her clit.
“Wait! Wait, 's too much!” She moaned shakily, her soft voice cracking as she strains to stay quiet.
“Your little pussy feels so good, baby. Sooo fuckin' creamy.” He cooed sensually into her.
He could feel her walls tighten around him as he spoke, eliciting a low moan from his lips. He kept going, murmuring all kinds of vulgar nothings just to feel her pussy flutter.
“You wanna get caught don't you? Wanna show everybody how I fill this pretty pussy up?”
She felt so conflicted, so embarrassed by the way he turns her on such a questionable amount. She'd never once fantasized of public sex, the idea just too risky to arouse her. Yet here she was, right there in her usual place of focus and study, taking his dick as other students pass right by. Wether aware or unaware she wasn't sure, and she didn't care.
She'd become drunk on his dick, the way he bullies deep into her stomach, makes her cum so hard, coaxing her shaky moans and whines of pleasure.
And then she came again, her eyes glossed over, seeing stars as she releases all over him. She threw her head back against his chest, her mouth open wide as heavy pants escapes her lips. Her body was spent, taking enough of his dick to last the rest of the week.
Shuji, with both hands gripping her hips, pounds into her harder, forcing out another orgasm as he chases his own high.
She places both hands over her mouth, desperately trying to keep her moans down as his hips snap into her ass.
“Fuuck.” He cusses, shooting his load right inside of her, his cum mixing with hers.
Her body trembled with overstimulated ecstasy, the two of them huffing as they come down from their orgasm.
A satisfied smile dances across her lips, the two of them adjusting their clothes after he finally pulls out.
Neither of them had to say it, it was already obvious as their eyes met. He'd be back for her, and she'll be waiting for him at her usual spot.
