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Hi Sashi! I’m not sure how the Wano requests work and if they’re still open? If they are could I please request the community bath prompt nsfw Zoro x F (or afab GN) reader who is his nakama/crush? Kinks: size kink with short reader (and whatever else you want really lol) if the Wano requests are closed then that’s fine too! Thank you so much I love your blog

Hi hi sweetheart!! Here I am with your request! I hope you enjoy and have fun reading this short scenario! 💖 Thank u for your request! Enjoy!! 🌸 ~

~ 🌸 Cherry Blossoms Over Wano Event 🌸 ~

Nsfw~ Roronoa Zoro ~ Wano Community Baths

tw: nsfw. public kind of. vag. unprotected sex. passionate. size kink.

wc: 2.3K

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“Why do we have to come to a community bath to gather allies?” you ask Zoro, being pulled inside by his calloused hands. The fact of you going into a place where you know you will have to be naked, only being covered by a towel, with a bunch of other people around makes you wonder when and how Zoro thought that was a good idea… but you guess it was because somebody told him the sake was really good there.

At first everything went smoothly, your small frame got covered in the majority by a fluffy towel, whereas Zoro’s huge, tanned body was covered merely around his hips. In any case you had to fight against the need of taking a look at his majestic display of testosterone. You are used to seeing him sweat without a shirt, but completely naked? never. Zoro is what you could say, reluctant to bathe and you won’t see him taking long ones at the Thousand Sunny Go.

Many ladies came closer to him, some even to serve him sake. He looks like a God. The God of the bath house. And even if he smiled gladly to the women serving him cup after cup, that’s all they could get from him. He isn’t interested in anything besides giving his taste buds the bittersweet experience of such good booze.

“Oi Zoro, have you seen someone with the… uhm, half-moon tattoo?” you ask him, coming closer to him so nobody hears. “Hah?” he queries, lifting his right brow. “Why are we here, you dumb marimo?”

“Oh, right… No. I haven’t seen anybody yet” he says, flashing a sweet smile and that dimple that forms over his left commissure that makes your heart race.

Of course he hasn’t spotted anyone with it yet because he wasn’t even looking for it. But what he is indeed now looking at, is you. You have caught him several times with his gaze over you, but you always dismiss it… probably he is thinking of swords and his eyes aren’t connected at all to his brain.

“Is that a new tattoo?” he asks all of a sudden, making you jump from your wooden seat. “Uh… ah… y-yes?” you mumble, covering your shoulder with your hand noticing Zoro has and is watching you, for real. He noticed there wasn’t a tattoo there before, and so that there is one now there. “Is that a Koi fish? When did you get it?” he asks, tracing the lines over your inked skin as you slowly take your hand off it to show it to him.

“It is uhm…” you begin, but a funny looking guy who people name “Yasuie” interrupts you to point out the exact type of fish… “A Hana Shusui Koi fish”.

You widen your eyes, there was no need to specify that the fish was indeed a Shusui… “Y-yes… it is” you mumble and proceed quickly to give further information. “I got it last week when we got here” you say, holding your towel around your breasts, praying for him not to notice the exact name of the species of the carp.

“OH, Shusui?! Like my Shusui!” he beams, so happy all of a sudden, a smile so… magical. “Y-yes… I uh… I had no idea it was called a Shusui. I simply picked it because it looked cool, like the ones we saw outside Law’s submarine” you mumble, and lie, because yes, of course you knew and of course you chose it because of him.

Zoro’s facade changed from a relaxed one to a more gleeful one. He seems to be extremely happy of you having a resemblance of his beloved Shusui inked permanently on your skin and couldn't stop looking at the red and white coloured lines that beautifully create the carp.

But you feel like dying, the embarrassment of being observed by him is making you hot -that, and the steam of the place- and it affects you so much your cheeks become redder than the blood on your veins. “Uh… Zoro, M’gonna go to the showers to cool off, I’m really hot” you inform him, standing up, carefully holding the towel so it doesn’t fall.

He looks at you, a white towel over his head rests so carefree. Beads of sweat run through his temples into his neck and from there to his chest. His arms spread at each side, taking up the space of more than two men, while you take space of a half.

“Let me help you” he says, stretching his hand to you so you could walk past him and not trip with the many legs of people around you. Your palm barely grazes his hand, and it feels like a vibrating sensation. Why it is and how this happens, you don’t know. But probably has to do with power… who knows?

Of course, even if he is still acting relaxed you know his gaze is fixed on your figure leaving the place and heading to the showers. If there is something that Zoro will always be for you and the whole crew is a protector.

The cold water from the nozzle almost produces steam when it touches your skin. You keep your eyes closed as it eases the heat of your whole body, but soon images of Zoro’s sinful embodiment come to your memory. He, who has had no problem at all taking his kimono off in front of you. He, who shows so proud his back, no scars, the pride of a swordsman. The beads of sweat running from his chest down, down, until they disappear inside the only towel that’s covering his manhood. The little green happy trail down his belly button…

“Lord, (Name). What’s wrong with you? He is your nakama, your vice-captain!” you scold yourself and drain the excess water off your hair. You tuck a new fresh towel around you and you are ready to see if you could find allies, after all that’s your mission.

You put a foot off the shower and someone suddenly snatches from your arm. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” you scream, desperately to realize the one pulling from you is no other than Zoro. “Marimo, what the hell?”.

“No time to explain, shut up and don’t call me by my name” he says, looking everywhere running -and pulling from you- through the long halls of the bath house. “We need a place to hide” he mumbles. “Hide? Are you kidding me? You?” you ask, genuinely confused because Zoro never runs away from the enemies.

You are really worried by now because; first, he is leading the way and you know how that usually ends and second, your towel keeps sliding off because of you running.

You soon get to the end of the hall, where the doors are now made out of thick wood and seem private because they don’t even have windows. Zoro tries to open them up, but all of them are locked, except for the last one.

“THE FUCK, MARIMO? WHAT IF THIS IS PRIVATE PROPERTY!” you protest but you don’t even have time to say no, because you are quickly pushed inside.

He closes the door behind him, using the little key that rests on the clench. Double loop so it’s safe and secure.

Inside, you found a little pool, an onsen, just for no more than a couple of people. Next to it, a big glass window shows the hill where the Shogun’s castle is located, and even further up Mount Fuji showing its snowed peak.

But what catches your attention is for sure the weird looking… sofa? next to it. Red shiny material covers a suspicious looking couch. It has a “S” form and it does not look like a comfortable chair to sit on…

“Z-oro… what the heck?” you mumble, turning around to see him placing his ear on the door. “SH! They are looking for me” “WHO?” “The police”.

You can’t help but laugh, he is running away from the police? Is this new? Since when he has been afraid of anyone. “Listen, they are looking for me but I wasn’t next to you and I was afraid they could do something to you while showering. That’s why I came looking for you” he tells you, straight and shamelessly. “I know I can beat them all, but for the sake of your integrity -and the plan, that I’ve already fucked up- I can’t keep creating chaos”

Well, he is not an idiot and he hasn’t ever been one. Zoro cares for you, like no other. And also, he is usually the one telling your dork captain when he should become serious and when not. And if he is telling you this, he is probably right…

“ZORO-JURO WHERE YOU ARE!! YOU WILL BE EXECUTED WITH A PAINFUL DEATH!” a bunch of men shout from outside; you could even hear the many steps of their heavy getas against the floor coming closer.

“Damn they are too many, I don’t have my katanas here” he mumbles, not so worried since his blades were securely stored inside the chests, they give you at the entrance. You widen your eyes, if Zoro is worried, you should be too (a lot more than him, actually).

He comes closer to you, “let’s jump off the window” he says, looking through it. “Zoro, look closely” you tell him, pointing at the many guards that are waiting outside.

The steel eyes of the swordsman scans the place, and you could tell he is trying to think of a plan. Guards hitting the doors, asking for people to open up.

Zoro pushes you to the onsen and he goes inside too. He sits down allowing the water to cover up until his waist and brings you closer, making you sit over his lap. “Fake it, they won’t enter if you are moaning” he whispers, now because he knows the guards are a few doors close.

“Fake it” he suddenly says.

“What?” you ask, absolutely confused.

“This is a private sex room, fake it”

“A WHAT?”

You are out of words; your mouth opens and closes like a fish but no sound is coming out from it. “I will too” he mumbles, nose and cheeks tinted in pink.

“Fine” you mouth, covering your face, even redder than his.

“Nmhg…” you moan.

“Louder” he commands.

“Mhj” you whine.

His eye fixes on yours, as he grunts softly. You make him do it louder as now the many hands of the policemen are hitting your door.

You moan, and he does too. Louder, exaggerated, as if you were having intercourse, as if his growing sex were inside you. Your belly goes up and down, as well as his. He smirks, and you do too.

The sweet melody of his husky grunts and your whimpering noises, others hearing you two “fuck”, the way you are slowly humping over his lap and how hard you feel he is getting under that little towel… is this still an acting?

Suddenly you hear “OPEN UP!” and the door opening. In a sudden movement, who knows if it was to protect your lives or just because you needed to, you take your towel off and covered his green hair with it. Even if your body wouldn’t be enough to cover him up completely, his face, his hair and his chest was completely hidden by your nudity.

You begin to jump faster over his lap, and his calloused hands grab your ribs to help you go. You moan, breasts jumping so close to his face, the astonished guards behind you remain silent.

You keep going, biting your lip with eyes fixed on his icy stare. He sighs loudly, because your humping is killing him, your beautiful anatomy all before his eyes, the way the water splashes all around. “Don’t stop” he mouths. “I won’t…” you mouth back.

“You voyeuristic idiots, don’t you see they are fucking? That fucking ronin is obviously running from here by now” one of the policeman shouts, pushing their colleagues out and closing the door.

You keep moaning until their steps get far enough. And when they can’t be heard any longer you stop it, letting yourself rest for a little over his chest. “Ugh…” you grunt, slowly realizing Zoro is still panting, carving his hands around your waist, pushing you down and against his sex.

“Please” he begs. “Please… keep going.”

The green haired samurai, completely lost in the need of drowning his lustful demands, kisses your tattooed shoulder. You slowly stand a little back, as horny -or even more- as him, biting your lip, questioning yourself if this is correct or not…

His hand travels all through your spine until the small of your back. “Please” once again, he pleads, half smirking, half dizzy. “I can’t take it anymore…”

You can feel his throbbing member against your sex, even under water, and you wonder if you are able to take him all inside being so small compared to him. But guess you are about to find out…

He snakes his arm around your waist, helping you stand enough for him to guide his dick inside your entrance. “Ready? I’m afraid of breaking you in half, you are so tiny” he whispers, and you, absolutely lost in the pleasure of feeling just the tip inside, nod. “Y-yes… fuck me, please”

The moment he pushes you against him, you feel your walls stretch and the heavenly sensation of being full, so damn full. His hips move up and down, an increasing hammering motion, killing you softly at first, and faster, oh so faster, after.

His lips trap your nipples, your brush his wet green hair back as you feel in your womb a delightful pressure and walls that clench to his rhythm.

Heart racing, beautiful fusion of flesh and soul. Lips grazing, kisses cut short but whines and moans. “I … I can’t stop myself” he mumbles, in between grunts. “Then don’t, don’t you ever stop”...

And in fact, he couldn’t stop himself. And you either.

Placing a sweet kiss on your tattooed shoulder, he rejoices in the way you reach climax with your head thrown back and his fingers through your hair. He follows you, sealing the encounter with his release.

“I could have totally beaten them with my bare hands, you know” he confesses, while you rest over his chest and he caresses your back, in a protective motion still inside you. “I know, you are worth two hundred men. Also, I knew the damn fish was called Shusui” you reveal.

“Also… I'm in love with you”

“Me too, Marimo… me too” 🌸~

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kisakiskitten · 6 months

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cloud 9 | sanzu h.

sanzu haruchiyo x fem!reader

summary: the first hurdle had been cleared--you successfully managed to confront and convince sanzu to do something on his birthday. now, the second hurdle approaches: trying to figure out what exactly to do with him that does not make it obvious that you’re trying to celebrate his birthday.

warnings: unprotected sex, soft dom!sanzu, breeding, implied age gap (21-22/32), pet names (baby)

notes: for @kxeyas’s breeding collab and @arlertslove’s SELFSHIP collab <- selfship, again ajsfoasjfiasd pls be respectful, this one especially is rlly <3 to me. this prob gonna be the last one i post for a hot minute cuz i have a few pieces on ran, rin and izana i wanna focus on. anyway, yeah, be respectful in tags cuz this is selfship -- made it ‘x reader’ so others can enjoy too ^.^

this is technically a continuation of this drabble but can be read as stand alone

not doing full taglist but here: @kxeyas @mxnjiros @thomaphoria @kisakiapologist @izxnas @manjiroscum @arozaur @semisgroupie @arlertslove @sweetsbysatori @sanoinc @tokyometronetwork

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Everything was going wrong. You felt nauseous as you looked down at the awfully burnt pancakes and the eggs that did not quite smell like eggs. Your breath was quick, on the verge of panicked, and your gaze darted around wildly. You didn’t know what to do. You had never been good at cooking, or cleaning for that matter, but you thought you would try because-

“What are you doing?”

You froze at the sound of Sanzu’s sleepy voice, eyes wide as you stared ahead, refusing to turn around to look at him. He was awake already?! But-

“‘m just makin’ us some breakfast,” you murmured, fingers twitching in front of you as you prayed to god that he wouldn’t continue the line of questioning but you should have known better--Sanzu Haruchiyo was nothing if not thorough, and if he had any suspicions, he would not stop until he was satisfied with an answer. He was not Bonten’s Number Two for nothing, and he was in charge of sniffing out and handling traitors for a reason.

“Mmm’s that so?” Sanzu hummed, there was an edge to his voice that you didn’t like--suspicious, prodding--and you stiffened as you heard him walk toward you. His arms slid around your waist once he got close enough, he propped his head on your shoulder, holding you from behind. “‘n since when has my pretty baby ever been one to willingly cook?”

The pet name and gentle tone nearly lulled you into a false sense of security. Nearly. You knew better. This was just one of his tactics to get you to lower your guard and he had used this trick on you many times before.

“Since today, duh,” you said convincingly, “I figured I’d give it a shot! Since we had that spare pancake mix ‘n all.”

“Ah, yes,” Sanzu agreed, pressing his lips to your shoulder, and you slowly relaxed as he didn’t say anything after that, thinking that he was done with his questions at least for now. Then his arms tensed around your waist. “The pancake mix that you ran out to buy yesterday, right?”

Your eyes widened at the comment, you stiffened in Sanzu’s arm. You turned your head slightly to the side to look at him and Sanzu was watching you with sharp, lidded eyes as he looked up at you from your shoulder.

He knew, of course he knew.

“What a… coincidence,” you said weakly.

“Mm, I bet,” Sanzu said, voice low and dry, unconvinced.

“Haru-” you began, stepping out of his arms to turn to look at him but your voice faltered when you noticed that he wasn’t in his boxers or a pair of sweats, instead he was fully dressed in his purple striped dress pants and matching vest. He raised his eyebrows, your lips parted to say something, “You’re… dressed?”

He never got dressed on days like these. He always stayed locked up in your spare bedroom--he wouldn’t even eat unless you brought him something and even then he could only hold down small, bland foods. Anything more than that usually made him sick, he was always more prone to getting sick while he was like this--stomach aches, fevers, coughs and sniffles, any of it. And then that would always turn into a huge mess because Sanzu was always, one way or another, a trainwreck when he was sick, so you would prefer to just avoid the situation in general.

“I’m dressed,” he confirmed, leaning back on his heels to look down at you through his lashes, “Didn’t you say you wanted to do something today?”

You stared for a moment, he stared back. You opened your mouth to agree, to say yes, you did want to do something, but no words left your lips so you only nodded, trying to hide the smile that crept onto your face at his words.

Sanzu, naturally, noticed and rolled his eyes, you pouted but he reached out, fingers brushing your cheek for a moment and you brought your hand up to hold the back of his, leaning into his touch.

He didn’t say anything but you could see from the way his brows furrowed and his lips pressed together that something was on his mind. His eyes were hesitant, but only for a second. He shook his head and the look disappeared, his hand pulled from where you were holding it to your face and dropped back limp to his side. Your small pout returned.

He raised his eyebrows at you, a challenging look dancing behind his eyes, “Well? Where are we going?”

---

“I want that turtle.”

You could feel Sanzu’s eyes on you but you were more preoccupied with the turtle that was lounging around the pond, oblivious to how you were watching it.

“You want the turtle,” it wasn’t really a question, more a statement of disbelief, but you still hummed in response, refusing to look away from it.

“Yes,” you said, “it is pretty.”

“Is this your way of… asking me to retrieve the turtle for you?” Sanzu asked warily and you let out another quiet hum.

“Yes, you’ve been given your mission, go complete it.”

Not many have the luxury of being able to order around Bonten’s Number Two--in fact, one might even say only two people held that power over him. You were one of them. Sanzu sighed as he pushed himself to his feet, looking one last time between you and the turtle, waiting for you to tell him that you were kidding but you pointedly kept your mouth shut.

Sanzu let out an even more exaggerated sigh, making his way across grass toward where the poor turtle was still very much unaware of the predator stalking in its direction.

Today had been good. Really good, actually. A warm feeling bubbled in your chest as you watched Sanzu pause a few feet away from the turtle, trying to figure out what would be the most effective way of capturing it. Really good and really simple, just like any other date day would have gone except this was different because it was on a day that Sanzu would usually spend alone and tearing himself apart.

Brunch at your favorite restaurant in Roppongi, then a movie at Toho Cinemas--a horror movie that Sanzu had been looking forward to seeing. You may or may not have convinced Kokonoi to help you buy out the theater for the show so the two of you could enjoy it alone--it only cost you a month worth of Saturdays helping him around his office but it was worth it considering how Sanzu’s eyes lit up when he realized what the two of you were doing.

It wasn’t anything compared to the waterfront dinners and magnificent firework shows that Sanzu had planned for your past birthdays, he had always been one to go above and beyond especially because he knew he wasn’t around as often as he would like to be because of his work, but Sanzu had fun today. You could see it in the way he had slowly let his guard down throughout the day, and you could see it in how bright his eyes were every time he looked at you. Even now, as he took another step closer to his target, you could see the way his scars were twitched up into a small smile rather than the constant frown that was usually tugging at his lips.

He had fun and that was all you wanted.

So you considered it a success overall.

You weren’t quite sure what to do for the rest of the night. You had dragged him to the park near your apartment, and you supposed you could head home after--it was late afternoon and Sanzu didn’t like staying out with you once it got dark out. He was more than capable of protecting the two of you, and not many would dare to outright attack a Bonten executive anyway but he knew how the city could get after dark first hand. He didn’t want to risk putting you in a situation like that, especially when he knew that the people who would outright attack a Bonten executive were getting bolder and would very much take advantage of the fact that Sanzu would be significantly more vulnerable with you around.

You twisted one of the many rings decorating your fingers, frowning. You didn’t want to go home yet. This was Sanzu’s day (that you were still pretending wasn’t actually his day) and you feared that going back to the apartment would trigger all of the anxious, unwelcome feelings that he had managed to push to the side while he was out with you.

You supposed you could try to head to a bar or club but Sanzu knew damn well that you hated going to bars and clubs and he would get suspicious about you pushing to go to one. You always bitched and complained about it any other time.

Maybe-

Your eyes shot open as a sharp cry from your boyfriend caught your ears. You were on your feet in an instant, panicked and moving in his direction but you faltered when you realized that he had not been attacked, or anything like that.

He-

You pressed your lips together tightly, inhaling sharply, desperately trying to hold back the laughter that was bubbling in your chest. “Oh my god,” you bit back another giggle, cautiously walking closer to the edge of the pond, eyes trained on the rippling water as Sanzu gasped and spluttered, flailing to the surface. “How did you manage to do this?”

Sanzu’s eyes were wide as his gaze darted around, a string of violent curses leaving his lips before his eyes narrowed onto the grass near you. You followed his gaze, biting down even harder on your bottom lip when you noticed the wet ground and mud that he must have slipped in wearing his fancy dress shoes.

You paused when you realized the turtle was no longer there, eyes wide and any humor you might have found in the situation gone, “Haru, the turtle!” you cried out, whipping around to face your boyfriend, who looked severely unamused.

Scowling in your direction, he lifted his arms, showing the turtle secure in his hands. Eyes brightening, you lean forward at the edge of the water, stealing the turtle from him before dancing away from the water because you knew damn well he would try to pull some sneaky shit to drag you down in there with him.

His scowl deepened when he noticed you move away immediately and you couldn’t hold back the giggle this time, watching as he waded back to the bank of the pond, climbing out of the water. He grimaced, looking down at his now drenched slacks, dress shirt and vest. He was shaking his arms in a failed attempt to dry himself off but you were more preoccupied with the turtle now, watching as lazy eyes peered up at you.

You pet its head with two fingers, smiling as you looked back at Sanzu who was making his way toward you, hair matted to his face and clothes dripping.

“I declare him Mister Duck,” you said firmly, making sure to keep your facial expression serious, and Sanzu stared at you blankly.

“Duck?” he asked slowly, blinking once, scowl disappearing as his brows furrowed in confusion.

“Mister Duck, Haruchiyo. The Mister is a necessity, he gets offended if you don’t add the Mister,” you chided and Sanzu gave you such a deadpan that it nearly made you break the serious expression you were trying so hard to hold steady.

“Mister Duck?” Sanzu corrected so dryly that you couldn’t hope to hold back the giggle this time.

“Yessir,” you agreed, “Our new son, Mister Duck the turtle.”

“How are you so sure it’s a boy?” Sanzu questioned, drawing closer to you, and you wrinkled your nose as he took a step too close, catching a whiff of him.

“You reek,” you complained, “and I just know. Call it mother’s intuition.”

“I wonder why,” Sanzu muttered, rolling his eyes.

“Let’s go run to the store and get a tank for Mister Duck,” you told him, holding your new turtle in one hand and then reaching out to hold one of his with your other. He placed his hand in your, and you gave him a bright smile, one that made his ears go red and his cheeks tint pink. Even after years of being with you, he had never quite gotten used to acts of affection, especially while in public. “Then we can get you home to shower, okay?”

---

The bathroom door slid open and you looked up from your phone as you rested on the bed waiting for Sanzu to finish in the bathroom. The easy smile on your lips faded when you caught sight of the towel hanging low on Sanzu’s hips, beads of water still dripping down his chest. Your lips parted, you placed your phone down on the nightstand next to you as your eyes trailed up and down his body.

Sanzu’s lips twisted up, a small mocking smile decorating his face, “Lookin at me like ‘m a whore, baby, that’s just not right.”

You giggled, “You are a whore,” and Sanzu let out an exaggerated gasp, “but you’re my whore, yeah?”

A smirk pulled at his lips, a sly one that had you shifting in the bed, sitting up a little straighter as he drew closer to you. He pressed his hand to your chest, gently pushing you down onto your back, crawling over you. Your breath caught as he hovered above you, lips brushing yours, damp hair dangling on either side of his face, “Your whore,” he confirmed, leaning down just a bit to capture your lips in a soft kiss. He pulled back sooner than you would have liked, and you tried to follow him up but he kept his hand pressed to your chest, holding you to the mattress, “Patience, baby.”

You let out a soft noise of complaint, letting your head fall back against the pillow, but the smile on your lips didn’t fade for even a second. You brought one hand to his face, cupping his cheek gently. Sanzu leaned his face into your touch, blue gaze lidded as his eyes met yours and a warm feeling bubbled in your chest.

I love you, the words were on the tip of your tongue, your lips parted and trembling but you couldn’t force them out. Fear prevented you--fear of ruining the moment, of making Sanzu withdraw again when today had been so fucking good, he had been happy on a day that made him suffer for the first time in years and…

You swallowed the words but a strange expression crossed Sanzu’s face, a conflicted one and then an understanding one that had your heartbeat stuttering. You opened your mouth to ask what was wrong but Sanzu didn’t give you the chance, instead leaning back down to press his lips against yours, lips moving slow, steady.

The kiss was different from most of your other kisses with him. Soft kisses, needy kisses, rough and passionate ones--that was what kissing Sanzu was like. This was… different. Slower, more sensual, he kissed you like he knew something that you did not and if you were any more in control of yourself, you’d pull back and question him on it, but his kisses were mind-numbing and you could barely think of anything other than the feel of his body sliding on top of yours, the feeling of his lips moving against yours.

He dragged his lips from yours, pressing them against your jaw, trailing wet kisses down your neck, tongue tracing soft patterns that had you shivering beneath him. You brought your hands up to his shoulders, nails digging gently into his skin and he hummed, “‘m gonna make you feel s’good tonight, baby,” he murmured against your skin. “S’fuckin good, baby.”

You let out a shaky breath as Sanzu’s towel slipped from his waist, his knees resting on either side of your hips, fingers running up and down your body. His lips glided across your skin with purpose.

This was different, Sanzu was always careful with you, gentle. He was hyper aware of your comfort and he was hyper aware of making sure that he was never the one to cause you discomfort. Sanzu was always careful, always gentle but there was something different with what was happening right now and you couldn’t place what.

“Haru,” you whispered but he only pulled his face from where it was buried in the crook of your neck, pressing his lips to yours to keep you quiet. A soft muffled moan escaped your lips as Sanzu slid your panties off, long fingers parting your folds, dipping into your heat.

“S’fuckin wet, baby,” Sanzu gasped into your mouth, “All for me, yeah?”

“All for you,” you agreed, eyes fluttering shut, thighs trembling, hips jerking up as he sunk two fingers into you briefly, “All for you, Haru. Please, I want-”

Sanzu didn’t let you finish, taking the opportunity to press his tongue against yours. He still tasted like the strawberry cheesecake you had shared with him at lunch, your lips trembled as he slid one of his knees between your thighs, knocking your legs apart and slipping between them.

“You’re s’pretty, baby,” Sanzu groaned as one of his hands dropped between your bodies, circling his cock to give it a few lazy pumps while the other lifted one of your legs to wrap it around his waist, “Prettiest girl in the whole world.”

This was different, the thought rang haphazardly through your head as the tip of Sanzu’s cock pressed against your entrance. Sanzu pressed his forehead against yours, lips brushing yours again, breath mingling in a way that had your head light-headed and dizzy. This was different.

“Haru,” your voice came out as a whimper that fell off at the end as Sanzu slowly, slowly sunk his cock into you. The stretch burned, your legs tensed, your eyes fluttered shut as Sanzu let out a low, breathy moan into your mouth at the feeling of your walls tight around him.

“Fuck,” Sanzu said shakily, his hand coming back up to your face to cup your cheek as he bottomed out into you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. Your thighs trembled around his waist, soft whines escaping your lips as Sanzu’s hips stilled against you, as he gave you a minute to adjust to his size.

You pressed your face into the palm of his hand, tears stinging your eyes as he slowly rolled his hips against yours, stuffing you so full that it had your mind going blank.

“Feel s’good, baby,” Sanzu gasped, rocking his hips up into you suddenly. Your eyes knocked back at the sudden movement, “Gunna fuck you so good, baby. Gunna fill you up.”

Your vision blurred with tears, gaze unfocused. Your head tilted to the side but Sanzu’s grip on your face tightened gently, “Look at me, baby,” he murmured, “want you to look at me, okay?”

His words went in one ear out the other, too caught on the feeling of Sanzu’s cock dragging against your walls, in and out, in and out, in and out. You felt hot, fuzzy, heat was pooling in your abdomen too quick and it had you flustered and whining beneath Sanzu. He tapped your cheek gently, your gaze fluttered up.

“There you are, baby,” Sanzu whispered, long lashes fluttering and lips parting in a silent moan as your walls tightened around him, “K-Keep your eyes on me, mkay?”

You nodded and Sanzu’s lips turned up, scars twitching at the corners of his mouth, “That’s my girl,” he panted, finally picking up the pace of his hips and it took all of your willpower to hold your eyes open and keep them steady on him.

His hips snapped into yours at an unforgivable pace but somehow it wasn’t rough. He managed to keep that gentle, sensual flow rather than rutting his hips into you like he usually did. It was different, the thoughts were garbled as they bounced around your head, too lost in the feeling of Sanzu’s cock splitting you open, too lost in his hands exploring your body like it was a map only he knew how to read, too lost in how his pretty blue eyes didn’t leave yours once as if he was searching desperately for an answer only you could give him.

“H-haru,” his name left your lips in little more than a whine as his cock bullied its way into your cunt, ignoring how your walls tightened and spasmed around him to nudge up against your cervix before drawing his hips back and snapping them right back into you.

“‘s it, baby, y-” his words broke into a low groan, eyes fluttering shut momentarily before he forced them back open so he could keep them on you, “doin’ so good, fuck, feels s-“

His steady pace shifted into a more erratic one, each thrust ripping the air from your lungs as he pushed his cock deeper and deeper into you, your vision spotty as you tried your best to keep your gaze on him.

“-nna fill you up,” his voice sounded far away, you could barely hear him over the way the blood was rushing through your ears, from the sloppy sound of his cock fucking in and out of your cunt. “‘nna stuff you fill ‘f my cum, baby.”

His words weren’t registering but you were still nodding, tears spilling over your cheeks as Sanzu fucked you closer and closer to your high. He leaned down, lips sliding against your skin as he kissed the tears away, letting out a low moan against your skin when he felt your walls tighten again.

“You close, baby?” another high-pitch whine escaped your lips, thighs tightening around his waist in response to his words, nails clawing at his back. Sanzu let out a hot, breathy laugh against your skin that dissolved into another groan, “Yeah you are, wanna feel you cum on my cock, baby, okay?”

And you were still nodding along with his words but your head was hot and hazy, you felt like you were on fire and every thrust of his hips spread it further and further across your body.

“‘mmmm’s’close,” your words were slurred together, you weren’t even sure if he could understand you. Evidently, he could, if the way he immediately brought one of his hands down your body to rub gently at your puffy clit had anything to say about it.

The soft pressure on the sensitive bundle of nerves had you spasming beneath him almost instantly, mind numb and white with pleasure. Eyes knocking back, jaw slack and nails dragging deep lines down his shoulders as you came hard around his cock, hips jerking up as his stuttered against yours, as he let out a loud, obscene moan when your legs tightened around his waist, keeping him deep, deep inside of you.

“Fu-uck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck.” Sanzu groaned, face flushed and lips parted as his orgasm washed over him so suddenly, the sight of your pretty, swollen lips and the drool pooling at the corner of them, eyes wide and foggy, too fucked out from his cock to even hope to focus on anything.

He pressed his lips hard against yours, a messy open-mouthed kiss, one hand slipping behind your head to hold you close, fingers intertwining with your hair.

He wouldn’t have been able to pull out even if he wanted to with the way your legs were wrapped tight around his waist, locking him in place and he let out another low moan into your mouth.

Your breath caught as you watched his face twist in pleasure, body hot and dizzy as he spilled his cum deep, deep inside you, filling you up so good that his cum was leaking out from around where his cock was stuffing you full.

He stayed like that for a moment, lips pressed against yours, eyes fluttered shut as he whimpered into your mouth, slowly coming down from your high, and your body trembled beneath his, hands coming up to cup his cheeks gently.

After a few moments, he finally slipped out of you with a low hiss, rolling over onto the bed next to you and tugging you onto his chest.

Your eyes were droopy as you tried to look up at him, “Haru,” you began and you were unsure of what you were trying to say but it didn’t matter, a yawn escaped your lips and Sanzu looked down at you, pressing his lips to yours softly, fingers toying with your hair.

“Get some rest, baby,” he said but you could barely hold your eyes open—exhausted from the day’s events and now this, Sanzu’s fingers and soft kisses lulling you to sleep. “Can talk tomorrow.”

—-

Sanzu’s throat was tight as you slept on his chest, fingers absently running through your hair as he watched the soft puffs of air slip out from your lips against his skin.

Today was his birthday, a day that has haunted him for years on years on years, a day that he usually spent holed up by himself because he couldn’t bring himself to interact with anyone, a day that even just the thought of usually made him sick to his stomach.

Today was his birthday, and for the first time in over a decade, he actually enjoyed it.

His jaw was clenched as he watched you shift in your sleep, oblivious to his inner turmoil.

He had been hesitant on following through with the promise he had made you a few nights ago. He knew you wouldn’t blame him or judge him for backing out, you never would but…

But he hadn’t backed out, and he wasn’t entirely sure why.

Well, he supposed that wasn’t the truth. He knew exactly why—it was for the same reason he hadn’t shut you down right away when you had mentioned it to begin with.

He had trouble coming to terms with it—until today, that is. Sanzu Haruchiyo knew he loved you but it was hard to accept the fact that he was capable of love after everything he’s done, and it was even harder to accept that he deserved it. But the way you went out of your way to make today nice for him while at the same time being so careful about not making him uncomfortable… his chest felt warm, a feeling he had yet to get used to even after being with you for years.

You were good to him, and he knew he didn’t deserve it, but he was selfish.

His breath shook as he leaned down to press his lips against your forehead, whispering the three words that he hoped he would have the courage to tell you while you were actually awake someday soon.

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