Untitled. [hanma shuji x female reader]

Part 1!

Song playing: "Another" by Iman Omari/"Can I" - Kehlani

It's 8:30PM. You are looking at your phone rolling your eyes and twiddling your fingers in anticipation, and your stomach is growling. "Where the fuck is he?!"
you questioned. Hanma promised you a candlelit dinner and to have you in your best dressed. Sure, he bought your dress and heels, but you?! You are an impatient girl. Plus Hanma is always getting into some shit that involves fighting.
"I wonder what his excuse is this time," you wondered. "I bet you his goofy ass got into another fight. I swear if I see him with a black eye, im gonna take this heel and beat him with it! Oh what the hell are you saying, girl?! You know he is in a gang, it comes with the territory!" 15 minutes passes by and you're ready to call it a night. You had a busy day and all you want to do now is sit on the couch, catch up on animes left
in your watchlist and eat potstickers. At this point, fuck him! No calls, no texts, not even a bat signal?! So you open your lyft app in hopes a nearby driver swoops you up and drives you back home. Luckily, you dont live far so it was $10 well spent.

"Whew!" you shouted at the front of your door. Excited to be home, you slightly bend over to unwrap the straps that were wrapped around your glossy legs when you feel two strong hands wrapped around your lower back. You slightly jumped and turned around and there he was: Hanma Shuji. You turned around slowly and noticed that he did clean up very nice. He was wearing an all black suit with doc martens - size 11. Gold watch with the gold earring dangling on his right ear. His hand tattoos all covered up with blood stains. He flashes his goofy smile, but then smirks for how scared you were.. also you looked really hot. It looks like he was just so proud of how gorgeous you looked. Like how a kid dresses their dolls. You were his doll (except you had a smart mouth and sense of humor that didnt quit; he liked that about you despite his fuckboy tendencies).

"Nice to see you.. NOT!" You said as you unlock the door to your townhouse. Both of your shadows following each other against the cream colored walls. It was silent, the only thing that was making the most noise was your cute stomps as you had your heels on still.
"My bad, darling. I got.. caught up in some stuff," Hanma says giggling. "I saw you get in the lyft, so I followed you home." As he was talking, he surprised you with a dozen of red roses and a box. You look at him shaking your head. And you laugh softly and said, "You better be lucky you are so fine and you give me gifts!" You pour yourself a shot of tequila and slid a glass and bottle
over to him with a pouty look on your face. "You know i dont like waiting for you," you said frustratingly. "Especially since I know the type of shit you do. Like look at you! You have
blood all over your hands!" You examine the "Sin" tattoo and glazed over the "Punishment" tattoo and noticed more blood on that hand and got scared.
Hanma laughs and takes a huge shot of tequila out the bottle (you hate when he does that), then wipes his finger across your soft lips. You being slightly turned on by it, you gaze into his eyes and then closed them suddenly. "You worry too much, my little puppet. You dont see a black eye on me now do you?!" He walks to the couch playfully dragging you closer to him. Both of you standing there. He starts staring at you and what you have on. He twirls you around watching the material of the dress shine on you and bites on his lip. The way your body hugged that dress, made him ready to risk it all. He pulls you to him closely. His hands wrapped around your lower body, feeling on you from your waist to your hips.
Usually you would tell this motherfucker to wash his hands because blood creeps you out, but that shot of tequila made you second guess it and
say to yourself, "Fuck it!" As you enjoy his touch, he takes his hand with the 'Sin' tattoo and slightly gripped your throat
and he whispers, "You look so fucking beautiful, that it is a sin. Do you know that, darling?" He runs his lips across your neck, sniffing the perfume you put on. It is his favorite too. The smell of jasmine and cinnamon drives him crazy. Any minute he is ready to rip that dress off of you and have his way
with you. You moan slightly and turn to face him and you and say, "Well you dressed me, I just put the clothes on." You both giggle as the sexual tension continues to build. He runs his bloody hands over your breasts; intoxicated by your scent and the way you look he works his lips to the center of your chest and noticed a noise outside. It was thunder. Hanma moved and went to raise the windows up. He knew you liked the sound of thunderstorms so this excites him even more. As the thunder rumbles, the rain started to fall. Now that the weather is setting the tone, he moves to the kitcen to light a couple candles and turn the lights off. He walks by the window as the moon lights on his soft pale skin and motions you to come here with his 2 long fingers. You are turned on by his sweet gestures and you think to yourself, "Hmm.. maybe i can forgive his ass for being late!"