#shuji x reader

DARK CONTENT AHEAD, PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Summary: Your pride and joy, besides your husband, is your estate. Everything about it is absolutely perfect. And you want to make sure it stays that way. Which is easier said than done when you have mafia executives in your house all the time.

Pairing: Shuji Hanma X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 1431

Warning: Innuendos towards the end.

Masterlist

Tw: abuse of power, hint of noncon at the end, fem reader.

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"Come on, sweetheart. Stop being so modest." Shuji drawled out, lazily leaning back against the wall with his camera in his hands.

You huffed in annoyance, getting out of the position you were in and crossed your arms, standing in front of a white backdrop. "You're really calling me modest in this outfit?"

He sighed, shaking his head in faux disappointment. He set his camera on the tripod before he walked over to you as he spoke, sneakily pressing the record button as he went by.

"Anyone can. You look like a fish out of water. You're too innocent. You have a pretty face, but that's not the only thing people wanna see. I'm just trying to help you out here."

You narrowed your eyes at him, stepping back when he got closer to you. He was the worst. First, he made you change into a ridiculously revealing outfit. Then he made you get into provocative poses, but none of them were ever good enough for him. You were sick of it.

"If I knew that this was how it was going to be, I'd have never accepted this gig." You snapped at him.

Shuji smirked. "Oh, come on. Don't you want to be one of those models you see in all those little magazines?" He asked, circling around you like a lion sizing up its prey.

You hesitantly nodded your head as he reached out and grabbed a strand of your hair before he tugged on it. Your stomach churned as you eyed the tattoos on his hands.

"Good girl. I'm just helping, you know. You should get used to this." He stopped behind you and grabbed your waist. "This is what you signed up for the moment you stepped in here."

He chuckled darkly when you whimpered as his hands ran up and down the curves of your body. His breath was hot and heavy on your neck as he pressed himself against you, forcing you to feel the bulge in his pants.

You gasped, your back against his hard chest as he reached down and started tugging the little dress he'd put you in off, his other hand wrapping around your neck.

Shuji*Is talking about you* I like them, they have that, what do you call it?

Tetta: Cold-blooded ruthlessness?

Shuji: No, that’s not it-

Shuji: Ah, a knife, they have a knife!~

synopsis: he says i love you for the first time.

characters: shuji hanma, keisuke baji, manjiro 'mikey' sano

genre: fluff

warnings: none (i think...?)

masterlist.

shuji hanma

shuji hanma loved everything about you - every single piece that made you you.

the way your eyes sparkled when you talked about something you loved. the way you styled your hair. the little happy dance you did before eating your favourite food. the way your smile bloomed when he brought you flowers for no reason at all. your kindness, your warmth, your voice when you called him name.

he loved it all. every laugh, every sigh, every heartbeat that came from you.

but there was one thing he adored more than anything else - the way you looked when you were mad at him.

𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙢𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙟𝙞 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩

suggestive shuji joke, implications of harassment, angst, heartwarming, fluff, adult shuji and adult reader, fem!reader but any gender is fine, any race, arguments

ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

you hated arguments. you especially hated those types of arguments, the arguments where you would stubbornly say whatever retort came to mind simply for the sake of it, just so that you wouldn't be the first to give in. like right now, shuji was shouting and instead of admitting he was right all you did was shout right back, as if that will ever get you anywhere. your heart raced with dread as he suddenly pulled over the side of the highway, the tires screeching against the soaked pavement.

shuji: get the fuck out my car!

you didn't think he was serious, it was thundering outside but when your eyes met his you could tell he meant it, so you swallowed the lump in your throat, grabbing your bag and swinging the door open before slamming it violently behind you, making yourself flinch slightly. you glared at the rear of shujis car as it disappeared into the night, your shirt soaking through in a matter of seconds, rain cascading down your face, dripping from the tips of your hair to find your shoulder. at first you didn't really react, just cursed under your breath because you knew he would come back, there was no way he would leave you like this, he couldn't, but as the seconds turned to minutes doubt began sewing itself in the pit of your gut. what if he really wasn't coming back?

the cold wind began to bite at your exposed skin from under the cute frilly skirt you wore today, for your date with shuji. as you expected he loved it and spent the whole day complimenting it, making sneaky jokes because he was genuinely convinced his whisper could only be heard by the two of you 'its cute as fuck but i think it would look better on my floor, babydoll~' but you knew how loud it was even if he didn't so you had turned a crimson red before smacking his arm as a warning. as your mind travelled back to a few hours before you found a lump forming again, tears pricking your eyes before you knew it and you finally decided to get out of the cold.

the first service was a whole half an hour walk but you didn't have any other choice, except to pray that shuji would somehow show up now, but he didn't. you were freely wailing now, your voice carrying along the cold air before being drowned out by yet another car that wasn't shujis whooping past and filling you with a false hope. you finally reached the service only to find that everything was closed except some fancy looking hotel so you decided to try your luck, anything was better than staying out in the cold.

staff: please, you either book a room or you leave miss. our lobby is not for the public.

y/n, tears bubbling up again: b-but have you seen the weather-

staff: miss, i won't ask again.

it was pissing you off so bad, how could they be this cruel? you know you probably looked like a monstrous beast with your soaked messy hair and damp mud soaked clothes but since when did you need to pay just to stand in a hotel lobby? you finally snapped and started shouting back but of course that wasn't going to help, just look at where that got you with shuji, it certainly wasn't going to get you anywhere with these staff but you were sick and tired, you just needed a rest. it was no surprise to you at all when one of the security guards finally grabbed your arm and began dragging you out with ease despite you trying your best to stay grounded.

y/n: let go of me! let go-!

shuji: let go of my woman motherfucker.

your heart leapt in your chest at that all too familiar voice. your eyes widened comically, tears stull resting in your lash line despite the man letting go of your arm. you held your breath until your felt that chest, shuji's chest, behind you, enveloping your worries, and when you finally found your breath once more it was swarmed by your tears as you broke down in your husband's arms. clinging to his wet blouse your nose picked up that same cologne you had bought him for your wedding anniversary, that smell of cigarettes that you were too used to, except you weren't a smoker. shuji's voice was muffled but you raised your head enough to watch stacks of bills being thrown to the floor by shuji as he spoke with a deadly calm and then you were out of there.

he practically carried you back to the car helping you into the passenger seat and closing your door before going around to his seat and once he was in he reached back to grab a blanket before turning to you.

shuji: take those off, they're soaked.

you didn't trust yourself to speak without breaking down again so you just did as he said, his arm propped against your door as he held the blanket against the window, hiding you from everyone else's gazes but his own, because it was only his to see then he finally wrapped the blanket around your shivering form. his arm wrapped round the back of your neck and he pulled your forehead to his shaking lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your head, before turning to the steering once more and you fell into a deep slumber right after.

shuji didn't even wake you up when you arrived, he had carried you inside and you awoke to the sound of rippling water, bathwater. he didn't even say anything, just left you to take your hot bath so you wondered if he was still angry, you wanted to cry and apologise until he forgave you for all the harsh things you said but you were scared that might piss him off more so you held it in. you were in the wrong this time and it wasn't even that big of a deal but you had said some nasty things to the man who remained silent and took it all until his anger bubbled over, but you were the one to provoke him in the first place.

once dressed you made yourself to the living room where shuji placed a cup of hot cocoa, not for him, for you.

y/n: s-shuji, i-

shuji: drink this first.

so you did. you sipped slowly and your mind began to wonder until you realised something; you hadn't looked him in the eyes since he picked you up. your teeth grazed the edge of the cup before you set it down and turned your torse ever so slightly, peeking into his eyes. inside that amber sea, you saw it - guilt. this whole time, he'd been silent, he's said the bare minimum not because he was angry but because he was guilty. you watched as he stared at the wall and it suddenly made sense now, jaw clenched tight, eyes pained and painted with guilt, mouth lips pressed into a singular line, fingers wrapped tightly around the hem of his shirt which he hadn't even changed out of. that was the last straw, his expression made your heart ache and your hands were cupping his face already, pulling him in so you could tell him with your lips that you weren't mad at him, that he shouldn't feel that way no matter how long he left you in the rain, that it was your fault but the second your lips met his your finger twitched under the weight of the tear that had rolled out of his eyes, not yours, his. hanma shuji, one of the most feared men in the underworld, was crying, all for you.

y/n: shuji...

his arm found its place behind your head once more and he pulled you against him, hands hogging you as if someone was trying to snatch you away and his voice trembled, raspy and pained against your ear.

shuji: im so..im so sorry..i'll never do that shit again. never. fuck, you can piss me off all you want, hit me if you will but i won't ever do that again. im so sorry baby..

the two of your stayed like that, exchanging sniffles which slowly but surely turned to tickles and laughter, laughter which you hoped, would never end.

2025 @manjirosdorayakii

a/n: lowkey got a bit personal with the whole the universe hates me LMAO but writing this helped me relieve my anger somehow..anyways hope y'all enjoyed!

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

Word Count: 2.4k

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.”

“I don’t need—”

“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.

Did someone hear her?

What if they get caught?

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.

You just giggle and respond innocently with a "You'll see later."

And when he's finally in bed after the diner you made for him he asks you again.

You just get up, turn around and lift up your shirt.

The moment he sees the familiar "Sin" and "Punishment" tattooed on your lower back he practically jumps up in bed.

"You like it?"

"Like it? I love it, dollface ♡"

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Just wanna be branded as his property. Imagine how hard he's gonna fuck you everytime he glances down at you bend over, all for him to use, and sees his tattoos on your body, showing the whole world who you belong to. Gonna grip your hips till you bruise and whine for him, praising you for being his good girl :(

"That's it, pretty. Best fucking gift I've ever received. Gonna fill you all nicely with my cum. You want that, don't you?"