Hanma Shuji x Reader [Tokyo Revengers +18]

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3rd person's POV: 

It happened out of nowhere, like always. She was cleaning the leftovers from the food she made for her and Hanma knowing that if she didn't come and cook something for him once in a while he would either eat unhealthily or not eat at all. Not that he was the healthiest of men anyway, but if she at least could help him get closer to that... It didn't cost her anything to do it, and he didn't seem displeased about it either. 

So there she was, in the now gleaming and visibly fancy kitchen, when Hanma entered. Initially, he didn't make any sound, but at the sight of her, he couldn't help but smirk. Well, it wasn't her the reason but rather the fact that she continued to wear his collar. So pleased with that, he approached her from behind

His hands gripped at both sides of (Y/n)'s hips, but she didn't even have time to react to that as his hips thrust into her ass immediately after. It was so unexpected but it felt so good... his warm hands gripping at both sides while she felt his dick hard rubbing against her; she obviously couldn't continue with what she was doing. One of the glasses she was cleaning fell into the sink, splashing some water around her and making her somewhat wet, but nothing compared to how wet he was making her be. 

Hanma continued to thrust against her ass as if there weren't any clothes between them, as if fucking her through her clothes. But despite all the pleasure he was making her have, and that he himself felt, it still made both of them wish for the clothes to be gone. One of Hanma's hands went up to her chest, gripping without any care or gentleness on one of her breasts, and then the other one traveled in between her legs, still over her clothes. And so, he kept thrusting hard against her perking up ass, one hand rubbing her clothed clit while the other one massaged harshly her boobs. She bit her lip, losing her composure completely from how amazing it was to feel his hands and just him in general touching and groping all of her body. 

She had long ago stopped caring about what she was doing, and unconsciously and with low moans she instead leaned against the counter, trying to rub her ass against him as well. But of course, she couldn't keep it low the more she heard and felt Hanma's breath over her and felt the strength he used both to hold her still and to thrust against her. And on the other side, Hanma also couldn't help but smirk more the more she rubbed on her own, so desperate for him.  

After that, one thing left to another and now she lied over his lap, completely tied up and naked. But she didn't seem mad about it. She was, in fact, placidly asleep over his lap after having orgasmed some time ago.  Hanma, on the other side, was still fully dressed, having one beer in one of his hands, and the other one having it over her marked ass. He loved to see her like that, tied up at his mercy without her complaining, obediently doing whatever he ordered her to. But he had to admit that it was even more rewarding to see her around untied and free yet choosing not to run away from him, perhaps because of how surprising it was to him. How strange it was to think that someone could ever choose to stay by his side, out of her own will... He didn't understand, and maybe that's why he preferred to tie her up, afraid that one day she'd realize and leave.

It was the same thing with drugs. He normally used to involve drugs whenever he fucked some chicks. He still smoked, sometimes joints instead of normal cigarettes, but he didn't involve her in it. He used to do drugs with girls, and not so that he could take advantage of them. In fact, the girls were the ones willing to take drugs while fucking with him. But she didn't, and he didn't understand why. She never smoked, never took drugs, and the occasions when she drank alcohol were scarce. She literally was too good and innocent for him. And that's why he didn't understand why she enjoyed being with him when she was completely sober. Why she kept on letting herself be used by him however he pleased. It wasn't like she could refuse anyway, but it seemed like the thought had not even crossed her mind yet. It was more exciting somehow because he felt like she willingly was giving her body to him, which she was. But it made him uncomfortable at the same time because he thought that it was a matter of time before she realized, especially given the fact she was never under any influences. Although thinking about it a little better, it wasn't a thought that made him uncomfortable, on edge perhaps. Oh no, he knew what it made him feel. He was scared, scared to imagine the day when she would try to leave him. And it angered him to know he had such feelings. Just as much as it angered him to wonder if she would be like this with any man that was willing to do this to her. Is she with me only because I can fulfill her kinks? Would she leave me for someone more normal if he gave her the same things? The thought angered him as much as it scared him. And as much as it pained him and infuriated him, he knew he had got used to her. 

But how much he wished it was only 'having got used to' her. Because the more days that passed, the more he saw her, the more he fucked her... the more smiles he saw from her and the finer she seemed with freely being with him... It wasn't that he had got used to her, and he knew. It was the warm and fuzzy feeling that he had gotten used to. The feeling of... of being attached. He owned her, and she played into it. But that was it, she played. 

A ringtone broke Hanma from his thoughts, making him realize his hand had gone from her ass to her sleepy head, caressing her hair gently. He didn't stop, he just kept looking at her with one of his usual dull faces. Until he had to get up, so with a sigh he carefully let her rest on the couch while he looked for his phone. 

It didn't take a long phone call for Hanma to get in his work mood. That was something usual after all, usual for his type of work at least. But he couldn't leave just yet, not before he took care of (Y/n). So this time he approached her and started to untie her, not perturbing her sleep the least bit. Not until he picked her up on his arms and took her to his bed where she started to awaken. 

She shuffled under the sheets of the bed, feeling that she was now untied and actually delicately tucked in. She sloppily opened her eyes, seeing Hanma's smirking face so close to her that it immediately made her blush despite her still sleepy state. And now that she happened to wake up he decided to get on top of her. He cupped her cheek with his big hand, caressing it with his thumb while his eyes looked deep into hers, smirk having faded when he loomed over her. 

Her eyes widened at the proximity, even if her body continued to feel tired. And her breath caught up in her throat when the distance became even shorter. So short, their lips were merely touching each other and noses rubbing lightly against one another. His black and blonde fringe fell slightly and smoothly onto her face, just like his earring hung loose as well. He moved his lips over hers, but not kissing her, just continuing that deep stare that both of them maintained over each other's eyes. His thumb went down her jaw to her neck, gracing her collar, and with a serious tone and expression he muttered lowly: 

"You belong to me," his lidded eyes never left her (e/c) ones, not even to linger to her lips. His thumb gave her skin a ginger caress, his punishment hand still holding her softly. She didn't say anything and stayed completely still, mesmerized by Hanma's look and low tone of voice. He wasn't asking, but his tone didn't resemble that of a harsh command either "And I to you," he added, golden eyes boring deep in hers. 

She blinked, feeling her chest flutter in heat, and before she could nod he closed the already small distance between their lips in a slow kiss. Or maybe it was the other way around and it was her who closed it. Who cares when the kiss was warm like they had never shared a kiss before. 

"Work calls," he added, separating from her but without getting his hand away from her cheek yet "Stay here" and again, it was obviously an order, but it didn't sound like it. 

He left without any further words or contact, leaving her so flustered it would be difficult to fall asleep again, that's for sure. But she stayed there, in his bed while she relished in this electric feeling that continued to spread over her skin, and while she pondered about her life and life choices. 

This was not the life she wanted. The relationship she always dreamed to have. She didn't even have the happiness she hoped for one day. And still, she knew she wouldn't be able to leave Hanma's side even if she were given the option because the truth was that she was completely addicted and infatuated with him. If somebody else did something like the things he did with her, she would hate it. She would desperately cry for help. But because it was him the one to treat her like that, she liked it. He was hot, and he just... had something. She wasn't sure about what it was. It was the way he had of hurting her so ruthlessly and then caring for her. Of being so rash but then being gentle and caring for her. Damn it she was even wearing a shirt she knew he must have put on her while she slept and even felt some healing cream on her butt cheeks. It made her stomach and chest flutter. He made her heart flutter.