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dottores · 2 years

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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?”

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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.”

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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.

#cat's selfships ;; caru #sanzu x reader #sanzu smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #sanzu x you #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev smut #tokyo rev x you #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #sanzu haruchiyo smut #sanzu haruchiyo x you

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karasus · 2 years

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Tell me about yourself ships and their grooming habits!! What products do they use, how much time do they spend on their hair, makeup?? cologne? what do they wear around the house vs out in public [pretend theyre in this time/ age] what is their one weird hygiene habit? skin care routine?? idk tell me all about it <3

JFASFHASIFUAS I LOVE THIS

okay

haruchiyo. no one can convince me that haruchiyo isn't the cleanest mf in tr. we all know damn well that mucho beat his ass and sent him back to where he came from if he ever came around smelling bad. he actually doesn't put too much effort into his hair, which pisses me off cuz it always looks so soft without him even trying, but he spends so much time on everything else. he'll be in the shower longer than me sometimes. he prefers fresher-scented colognes than anything else. he also does not have much of a skin care routine </3 he washes his face ofc, but nothing special, but his skin is always flawless </3 and i'm just like :| he let's e do his makeup all the time tho, also let's me dress him up in whatever i want so long as he gets to fuck me in it later.

rindou. rindou used to be an axe boy </3 but he's changed since we've been together. RINDOU WILL NOT SHOWER UNLESS I SHOWER WITH HIM. LIKE IT ACTUALLY GETS ME MAD CUZ HE GETS PISSY WHENEVER I SHOWER BEFORE HIM AND MAKES ME COME BACK IN THERE WITH HIM. he likes when i wash his hair, he gives me massages in return. rindou does face masks with me, at first it was reluctant but now he enjoys it. he prefers more like oriental-scented colognes, leaning to the muskier side. he doesn't usually let me do his makeup but he will let me choose outfits, but he'll also be like "no pick something else" if he doesnt like it

ran. ran is... ran. ran has to shave pretty often cuz his facial hair grows in fast, BUT he prefers when i shave for him and i prefer it too hehe. he'll sit in front of me n let me do my work--i was nervous the first time cuz i was scared of accidentally cutting him >:( RAN ACTUALLY HAD A BETTER SKINCARE ROUTINE THEN ME, he used to break out a lot when he was younger so he had a whole routine that worked for him and his skin type, and he does it for me too--i shave for him and he washes my face for me <3 he prefers more woody scented colognes. he also lets me do his makeup for him, he really likes eyeliner <3 and he pretends to complain that im poking his eye out while i do it. he doesnt let me pick his clothes out tho :(

#anna <3 #cat’s selfships ;; caru #cat's selfships ;; carinzu #cat's selfships ;; carinzu + ran

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kennyb0y · 2 years

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i want a fic about sanzu fucking me. not yn, me specifically. thanks

Into You

Haruchiyo Sanzu x @bxnten

warnings: CAT'S SELFSHIP, this isn't a reader insert it's just something I made for Cat, gun play, degradation (whore, slut), kind of humiliation if you squint

Sanzu always warned you that being a brat would get you in trouble. You choose not to listen to your boyfriend’s warnings, always teasing and testing him, pushing his buttons to see for how long he would keep his cool. But today, Sanzu didn’t have much patience for your games and that’s why you’re staring at your reflection, in all fours, tears staining your vision while your boyfriend teases your clit with his gun.

“Not so bratty now, are you?”

“‘m sorry Haru.” you sob, turning your head to look at him. Maybe the puppy eyes would make him nicer.

“I didn’t give you permission to look at me, doll.”

Sanzu grabs your chin and forces you to stare back at the mirror. You try to buckle your hips, a stupid attempt to get more friction. Sanzu has been ghosting the muzzle over your clit for so long now, pushing you over the edge and stopping when you were so close. His gun touches your entrance and your eyes widen when he pushes just a little bit inside. The stretch sort of burns but you can’t help but try to push more inside. Sanzu laughs, looking at the way you’re trying to fuck yourself with his gun.

“My dumb little girl. How do you think my friends would feel if they saw their precious Cat right now? Should we take a pic for ‘em to see?”

You quickly shake your head no. “Haru please, I need your dick.”

“Do you know how long I watched you flirt with Ran and Rindou?” you shake your head again. “Use your words kitten.”

“No! Haru, I'm so sorry, I need you.”

“Forty two minutes. I counted.” he laughs. “So I’ll play with you for forty two minutes and you can’t cum.” he looks at the expensive watch on his wrist. “And it's been… thirty one minutes. You’re doing so well for me.”

He pushes the gun deeper, the sting bringing more tears to your eyes as you try to adjust. Sanzu doesn't take his eyes off your stretched hole, the way it twitches and tries to suck his gun in. Your arms are shaking and you don't know how much longer you can last in this position. Sanzu doesn't care though, he warned you multiple times about the consequences of your actions and you still flirted with Ran Haitani in front of your boyfriend.

Sanzu moves the gun slowly in and out of you, listening to your soft whimpers and pleads. He refuses your begs for going faster, setting a painfully slow pace. He sneaks his other leg between your legs, toying with your clit. Sanzu was so hard in his pants hearing you cry and moan every time he pinched and rubbed your clit. He couldn't help but feel jealous of his own gun for being coated with the juices dripping from your cunt, a white ring forming around the barrel of the gun. But Sanzu was committed to punish you and there were five minutes left until he could finally feel your gummy walls around his throbbing cock. Well, if you didn't cum before the time was over.

Your moans got louder as you tried to control your orgasm.

“Three more minutes Cat.” Sanzu warns, his fingers going faster. It's like he wanted you to fail. “Fucking slut. You should see the way your cunt is taking my gun. Aren't you scared I’m gonna shoot?”

These were the longest three minutes of your life. You were biting your lip so hard you could taste blood in your mouth. Sanzu got closer to your ear, whispering a demanding “cum for me” before you let go and came all over his gun. Your arms give up and you let your upper body fall on the bed with Sanzu holding your waist to keep your ass up. You whimper when Sanzu removes his gun, taking a moment to appreciate the way your pussy twitched like it was begging to be filled again. Your boyfriend turns your body around, letting you comfortably lay in bed. You barely have time to breathe before Sanzu is pushing his dick inside you. When you open your mouth to moan, Sanzu pushes the muzzle inside, signaling you to lick it clean. His hips move fast, entranced by the way your tits move with the thrusts.

“Still so fucking needy even after I fucked you with gun.” he groans. “Wish I could take a pic of you right now so I could show everyone at work whose whore you are.” you whine, squeezing around him with his words. “Shit, you like that Cat? Bet you want Ran to see you like this.”

You frantically shake your head hoping Sanzu would understand that you didn't want anyone but him. He knew. He knew that no one, not even Ran Haitani, could fuck you as good as him. Your pussy was made for him, he made sure nothing would please you as much as his dick. He puts the gun aside so he could hear the way you screamed every time the tip of his cock brushed that sweet spot inside you. Sanzu lifted your legs up, pushing your thighs against your chest as he pounded harder and harder. His thrusts were fast and violent, pushing so deep inside you. One of his hands went back to your clit. Your vision was clouded, the only thing coming out of your mouth being pathetic whimpers and moans of “Haru”. Sanzu could feel that you were close by the way your cunt squeezed him, trying to milk him dry.

“So pathetic.” he laughs. “Did I fuck you dumb kitten? Where do you want me to cum?”

“Inside! Please Haru. Please, please, please.” you beg.

Sanzu lets out a deep groan with your request, his thrusts becoming more sloppy as he tries to reach his high. He doesn't even notice you coming on his dick, his mind focused on filling you up with his seed. He shudders when he cums, thick white ropes filling you to the brim. He pulls out after a few minutes catching his breath, carefully letting go of your thighs. Sanzu brushed your hair out of the way, giving small pecks all over your face.

“Are you ok?” he murmurs against your forehead. You nod. “Let’s take a shower.”

“‘m tired.”

“I got you baby.” he says, moving out of the bed to pick you up. “I love you.” he murmurs, kissing the top of your head.

“Love you too Haru.”

#cat selfship #Caru #cat x haruchiyo #tokyo revengers #idk what else to tag honestly #haruchiyo sanzu #sanzu haruchiyo

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islascafe · 2 years

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if you’re doing the prompts still then me n haru hehe ^.^

YES I'M STILL DOING PROMPTS

Sanzu Haruchiyo x Cat

Kissing Sanzu is a whirlwind. It's all tongues clashing and lips stroking against one another's, pressing hard and making an impression that stays on your lips for hours. The way he grips your ass, running that long tongue of his up and down your neck leaves you trembling and panting and needing more. The thing about kissing Sanzu is it always leaves you watching so much more.

The way his hot breath fans over your lips, hazy azure eyes drinking in the sight of your lips bitten and kiss swollen. He loves running his thumb over your soft mouth, completely enamored at the way your tongue darts out to lick the pad of his thumb. His lips don't ever just stay on yours they are everywhere. Your jawline, your neck, the shell of your ear, the sensitive spot right behind them. He always makes it a habit of biting down on that spot just right, immediately soothing the pain with his tongue. He loves that his mouth has memorized all the sensitive spots that you have, getting you completely drenched and ready for him from his mouth alone.

Kissing Sanzu Haruchiyo is always the best whirlwind.

#cat x haru #cats selfship #cat's selfships ;; caru #cats sanzu anon #sanzu haruchiyo

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dottores · 2 years

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07:36 PM | sanzu h.

sanzu haruchiyo x fem!reader

summary: sanzu never really did well on his birthday but you were hoping this year could be different. your first hurdle laid in somehow confronting him about it.

warnings: implied disassociation, mentioned past alcoholism and drug abuse, implied age gap (21/22 -> 32)

notes: for @arlertslove's SELFSHIP collab <- selfship, be respectful in tags pls, i made it ‘x reader’ so others can enjoy it too if they would like to

anyway this is a drabble set before the full fic im gonna post on his birthday so enjoy

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

wordcount: 2.2k (ty tee LMAO)

he was staring again. it was something you had become used to over the years of your relationship—sanzu tended to zone out when he got back from a long day of meetings or a particularly grueling mission. in the beginning, you had thought it was just his way of decompressing, his way of clearing his mind and settling himself down after a stressful day.

you quickly put together that it was not, in fact, a decompressing tactic after a long day. instead, you realized, it was a sort of dissociation that he was particularly vulnerable to on days of significance to him—or, rather, days of significance that he liked to try to convince himself meant nothing. you could tell that he did not like when you asked him about it, and he certainly did not like when you disturbed him while he was in a state like that so you usually just let him be and when he snapped out of, he’d pretend it never happened. it wasn’t healthy, you knew that, but it was healthier than the alternative.

before he had met you, he had drowned himself in drugs and alcohol on those days and all of the days surrounding it. you supposed this, as worrisome as it might be, was at least, better than the horror stories that haitani ran and kokonoi hajime had told you about how he used to be, where they genuinely feared he wouldn’t make it through the night, but you still couldn’t help the anxiety that crept through you whenever you caught him like this.

especially now, because one of those days were coming up again—his birthday, three days from now, and he had been spiraling for four already. and it would only get worse as the day approached.

you hovered at the door to your shared bedroom, fingers twisting in front of you, a cold feeling settled in your chest as you watched him stare into the mirror on your wall. his lips were tight and twisted down, his eyes were blank. there was splatters of blood staining his face and bare chest but no signs of any wounds—it was not his own.

he had been like this for 40 minutes now—since he had gotten home.

sanzu haruchiyo did not like celebrating any significant day to him but especially his birthday. he never had, you hadn’t even known his birthday until his older brother, takeomi, accidentally let it slip. that was two years ago, before the two of you were officially together. sanzu has not spoken to him since unless mikey demanded it, no matter how hard takeomi tried. and the first time you attempted to do something for his birthday, he shut you out for a week—it was clear that the day brought up bad memories for him, and you didn’t want to push but…

but you hated it. it was always give and never take with him—he’d buy you things, celebrate all of your special days, lay you back and spend hours between your thighs spelling out his devotion to you with his tongue but whenever you tried to reciprocate, he drew back and pushed you away. and you didn’t even know why. it hadn’t been like this before your relationship had become serious, when the two of you had just been friends fucking around with no strings attached.

a part of you feared that you had pushed him into this relationship too quickly and he hadn’t been ready yet, and maybe he still wasn’t ready but he was worried that bringing it up to you would upset you, and it ate at you.

guilt clawed at your chest as you stepped into the room.

sanzu didn’t react.

you let out a quiet sigh as you walked toward him. you walked slow, as not to startle him, but you knew that when he was in a state like this he wouldn’t notice you regardless of your pace.

it was dangerous, really, you thought to yourself as you drew closer to him. if you were anyone else… well, there really was no reason to consider anyone else because you weren’t anyone else, you were you, and for a moment, you wondered if that was the reason why he let himself withdraw into such a vulnerable state—because he trusted you, because he knew that you wouldn’t take advantage of him while he was like this and you wouldn’t let anyone else ever do it.

your throat felt tight as the bed dipped beneath you. You kneeled next to him, shifting behind him to hang your arms loose around his shoulders, chest pressed against his back, lips pressed against his hair.

sanzu didn’t react.

“haru,” your voice wavered, your arms tightened around him.

he flinched at the sound of his name, finally drawn out of his own mind. you took in a shaky breath as sanzu turned his head to the side so he could see you, blue eyes blank and waiting for whatever you wanted to say.

and you hesitated because you had a million things you wanted to say to him and you weren’t sure where to start.

“can i hold you tonight?” the words finally fell from your lips, and you weren’t entirely sure if that had been what you were trying to say but you supposed you could work with it.

sanzu’s brow furrowed at your words, his lips twitched and you could predict the refusal on his lips.

“please,” you said before he could deny you, grip tightening, if only barely, around his body.

and sanzu hesitated, he didn’t speak but his eyes were searching yours for some sort of answer and you hoped he found the one he was looking for because you weren’t quite sure what the answer he wanted was.

evidently, he found it, if the way his shoulders slumped and he leaned back into you had anything to say about it. and your heart was in your throat as you tugged him further onto the bed, away from the edge.

your fingers were shaky as you pulled him back with you. anxious that even one wrong move would have him withdrawing again.

but he only fell with you, eyes sliding shut as he rested his head on your chest and you couldn’t help but wonder just how exhausted he might be. he was never usually this pliant, even with you.

your nails gently scraped his scalp as you ran your fingers through his hair, toying carefully with the soft strands, a small smile on your lips as you watched his long lashes flutter shut, soft puffs of air escaping his pink lips as he melted into you.

the cold feeling disappeared, replaced by a warm one that had your chest bubbly. you pressed your lips to the top of his head, bringing your hand from his hair to his face, gently wiping away the blood that staining his skin with your sleeve.

he let out a soft, tired hum at your touch, one of his hands coming up grab yours as your free hand drifted down his chest, tracing the healed scars that marred his skin.

“we should do something on sunday,” you said after a moment and as soon as the words left your lips you wished you could swallow your own tongue.

sunday, at least you were careful to say, not his birthday.

but sanzu tensed regardless. he was not stupid, he knew exactly what day sunday was and you held your breath as you waited for him to get aggressive. he always did whenever you brought up doing something special for him. you had pushed, and you shouldn’t have pushed. you knew better.

narrowed blue eyes peered up at you suspiciously and once again, your nerves caught on fire. you felt distinctly like a deer in tall grass trying to slink past a panther and one wrong move…

but instead of pouncing, all he said was, “like what?” his voice was short, you could hear the underlying defensive tone and you knew you had to be even more careful with what you said next but you couldn’t help the hope that swelled in your chest because this was progress. he had never considered it before.

“i-“ you cleared your throat as your voice cracked, tracing his cheekbones with your fingers as his gripped tightened on other your hand slightly. “nothing in particular, i just think it would be good for us to get out of the apartment.”

his eyes narrowed further, yours widened slightly, “why not tomorrow or saturday? why sunday?” he questioned.

okay, you thought, relieved. easy.

“cause i have work tomorrow and saturday, silly,” you murmured, kissing the top of his head again. and sanzu let out a long exhale, relaxing back into you, but you could see in his eyes that his guard was still up. “we don’t have to, it was just an idea. i miss doing things with you. work has kept us both so busy.”

“i’ll think about it,” he said, and you supposed it was better than no, even if he would likely end up backing out. you appreciated the fact that he still considered it instead of shooting it down right away.

sanzu’s eyes drooped shut, his guard dropped again.

you sighed, cupping his cheek gently and turning his face up toward you so you could lean down and press your lips against his soft ones.

“i don’t even know why you work,” sanzu murmured against your lips, “let me take care of you. i make more than enough money for us. i have all of bonten’s resources at our disposal. you don’t need to work at that shitty firm, they take advantage of you.”

you giggled quietly as he repeated the same words you had heard him utter a million times over, just as passionate as he had been the first time he told you if not more. you pressed another soft kiss to his lips and then to the tip of his nose, “that’s not gonna work, baby, you know that. it’s not about the money.”

sanzu looked displeased, as he always did whenever you denied his requests to stay at home and quit your job, “they take advantage of you,” he repeated.

you shrugged, “life of an intern, it’ll get better.”

“i’ll kill them,” he promised, brows still furrowed, lips turned down, but eyes peacefully slid shut as he rested on your chest. it used to take you aback how easily he could stay stuff like that, knowing damn well he had every intention of following through with the promise but you had grown used to it over the years.

“don’t you dare,” you sighed. “if you do that, i’ll just have to start over at another firm and restart the process.”

sanzu let out a frustrated puff of air, turning his head to hide his face into your chest, “you make things more difficult than they need to be,” his voice was muffled against your skin.

“murder is not the answer to everything, haruchiyo,” you told him, absently braiding a few strands of his hair.

he peeked up at you from your chest, “it’s the easiest route, and most effective,” he argued half-heartedly but you only stared at him, waiting for him to back down. he always did, you were one of only two people that sanzu haruchiyo would back down to, nobody else had that luxury. and he did, he let out another quiet breath and let his eyes droop back shut.

you didn’t say anything else, only stroking his hair and tracing patterns on his skin as he slowly began to doze off on your chest. you could see the dark bags beneath his eyes and your chest tightened, wondering how many nights he had lay awake, unable to sleep and unwilling to disturb your rest, laying alone and in the dark, letting his thoughts consume him.

your arms tightened around him and he let out a soft noise, shifting slightly. he was already fast asleep, it must have been a lot of nights—sanzu was never one to fall asleep easily, he always twisted and turned for hours.

you supposed you would plan something for the two of you to do on his birthday anyway. even though you were all but certain he’d end up backing out as it got closer, there was still that off chance that he did decide to try to do something with you and you didn’t want him to be disappointed if he did.

you watched him carefully for a moment, feeling the even puffs of warm air against your skin as he turned his face into you. and you were glad that you could at least give him a little bit of peace in his hellish life. you had known since that day you met him in the cafe near campus that associating with sanzu haruchiyo was bound to bring chaos and stress to your otherwise peaceful life. more than he was worth, your few remaining friends would tell you whenever he wasn’t around but you disagreed, and you always would—sanzu has plenty of hurdles to overcome in regards to relationships, and you knew it would be a long time before he was able to work through all of them, but you knew he was always trying his best for you, tonight was proof enough of that.

and once you were sure he was fully asleep, you leaned down, pressing your lips to his forehead before speaking the three words that you didn’t dare yet say aloud while he was awake.

#cat’s selfships ;; caru #sanzu x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #sanzu x you #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x you #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers x you

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dottores · 2 years

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the closest to heaven | sanzu h.

sanzu haruchiyo x fem!reader

summary: im sorry im so lazy and i just want to post this -- soft sex w vulnerable house husband sanzu

warnings: bonten timeline au, sub!sanzu, house husband!sanzu, vulnerable!sanzu, gang executive!reader, soft dom/service dom!reader, kind of body worship, praise, pet names (baby), slight breeding kink, mentions of past severe physical wounds/implied disability + ptsd because of them (Sanzu)

notes: this is very much selfship and i was hesitant on sharing but my friends convinced, please be mindful with tags, i just wanted to be soft with haruchiyo sobs + i also might be basing a mini series off of this

wordcount: 3.3k

not doing full taglist: @kaeyaphoria @scandescent @sano-obsessed @thomaphoria @dear-xiao @manjiroscum @arozaur @kazuwhora

He tried his best. He really, really did. But as much as he wished to be, and as much as he tried to be, Sanzu Haruchiyo was just simply not cut out to be a house husband. He could not cook--everything he tried to cook ended up inedible and he had nearly set your home on fire several times, causing more work for you when all he wanted was to make something for you so you could relax after a long day at work; he could not clean, he had the attention span of a gnat and every time he tried, he got distracted and forgot to finish and only remembered when you came home with that disappointed stare as you looked around the apartment and his heart felt like it was lodged in his throat.

Because you took care of him so well, you bought him everything he wanted, made sure that he never had to ask for anything, work for anything, and he couldn’t even give you the most simple things. He missed being able to be by your side and he hated trying to do things for you and failing miserably.

And the worst part was that everybody knew. Ran, who was the perfect house husband for his partner--home always spotless and fancy dinners always made for when they came home from work. Rindou, who worked with you, who Sanzu knew had his eye on you and looked down on him knowing that he would be able to do better for you.

He hated it.

And Ran was vocal about it, constantly making snide comments whenever they crossed paths in the apartment complex, like today. Rindou didn’t need to be, it showed on his face whenever Sanzu showed up with you to a work event on your arm--the flash of hatred, disgust, jealousy.

He hated it.

And he tried his best to pretend it didn’t bother him but…

“You cause more work for her than you do help, don’t even know why she still wastes her time with you.”

He stared out the window, Ran’s words ringing through his head over and over and over again as he tried to answer the question himself. Why, why, why, why?

But no answer came.

You came home late again. A sigh on your lips as you slipped off the blazer you wore to the negotiation meeting, hanging it up on the coat rack before tugging the tie around your neck, letting it hang loose. You turned your attention back toward the rest of the apartment, frowning when Sanzu wasn’t there to greet you, and when you didn’t smell the burnt attempt at dinner like you usually did.

You frowned, “Haruchiyo,” you called, anxiety building when you got no response from your husband, “Baby, where are you?”

You dropped your bag to the ground as panic began to set in when you got no response. Flicking the lights on to look in the kitchen for him, throat closing up when you realized he wasn’t sitting at the table waiting for you.

“Baby?” your voice edged at a more desperate tone, mind beginning to swarm with worst case scenario thoughts. It wouldn’t be the first time that Bonten’s enemies went after its executives’ loved ones as a means to get to them, and while you knew Sanzu could take care of himself, having been Bonten Number Two until the incident that rendered both him and Haitani Ran bedridden for nearly a year and removed from their positions in the organization, it had also been three years since he had actually had to fight, or train.

“Ba-” you began, heart lodged in your throat but you cut yourself off with a sigh of relief when you saw your husband curled up on the seat by the window, forehead pressed against the glass, knees tucked to his chest. “Baby, what’re you doing?” you asked softly as you approached him. He didn’t react, and a frown tugged at your lips when you reached out to touch his shoulder, heartbeat faltering when Sanzu physically flinched at the touch, finally tearing his gaze from the window to look at you.

“Hey,” you kept your voice soft as to not startle him, kneeling next to him on the seat by the window. You brought one hand up to touch his face, gently cupping his cheek and you hated how his eyes were glassy as they met yours before they fluttered shut, leaning into your touch. You leaned in, bringing your free hand to his opposite cheek, holding his face in your hands as you traced his cheekbones with your thumb. He let out a shaky breath, hot against your skin, “Baby, talk to me.”

His lips parted as if he were going to speak, eyes briefly opening before he closed his lips and looked away. You shifted closer, pressing your lips against his pink ones gently and you swore your heart broke when you felt his lips trembling against yours. Your lips moved slowly against his, trying to soothe him into a less distressed state because you knew from years of experience that when Sanzu got quiet and shaky, his mental state was bad.

After a few moments, you pulled back, lips brushing his, “Talk to me,” you murmured.

And for a second, you feared he was going to look away again but instead, he looked up at you through his lashes, jaw clenched momentarily before his lips parted to speak, “I don’t know why you want me,” he said, and your heart dropped in your chest, “I’m not-I don’t do anything good for you-”

“What?” you gaped, voice little over a whisper, interrupting him, but he ignored you.

“I fuck everything up,” he continued, “Everybody knows it. I make so much extra work for you and I can’t protect you like I used to and-”

“Haruchiyo!” you said sharply and Sanzu’s lips zipped shut instantly, he looked away. You forced him to look back at you, “Haruchiyo, I want you because I love you.”

He didn’t believe you, and your stomach sunk when you noticed the dark look on his face, and you opened your mouth to say something else but paused, a new idea coming to mind, “C’mere, let’s get off the window seat, yeah?” you murmured and Sanzu’s eyes narrowed but you didn’t give him the chance to argue, helping to tug him to his feet.

You pulled him over to the bed gently, laying him back and you watched as his face tinted pink as he looked away from you. You only smiled lightly, cupping his cheeks again and making him look at you, “Look at me, baby,” you murmured and you watched as Sanzu looked up at you through his long, wet lashes. You stroked the skin of his cheeks and his chest was rising and falling rapidly as you straddled his waist. “I love coming home to you trying to cook me something, Haru, and-”

“I fuck up,” Sanzu interrupted, “Burn shit, make a mess, I make things so much harder and-”

You shut him up by pressing your lips against his softly, “And I love it regardless,” and you watch as he physically faltered, confusion covering his face as his brows furrowed, “Haruchiyo, the fact that you keep trying and trying even though it doesn’t turn out the way you want means the world to me.”

And your voice choked up because you hated seeing him like this. It had been so long since he had worked himself up into a state like this and the last time it had happened it had gotten messy in the worst ways--it had been right after the accident when Mikey had told him that he wouldn’t be able to take his place back as Bonten’s second. He had gotten nasty, cruel and Rindou and Ran and even Kakucho and Kokonoi had told you to take a break, to let him ride out his anger on his own but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

Because he wasn’t angry, he was hurt and upset and he didn’t know how to cope with the change and what type of friend would you have been if you had left him to suffer on his own?

So you pushed through despite the vile words and insults spit toward you and you were there as the anger shifted to distress and you were able to catch him before he hit rock bottom.

You pressed your lips to his forehead, lingering there for a moment before pulling back again, “I know adjusting hasn’t been easy, and I know you’re trying your best for me-”

“It’s been years,” his voice was hoarse, “I should be-”

“Three years is nothing in comparison to a lifestyle you had grown used to for almost twenty, Haruchiyo,” you interrupted him, “But you’re trying and-”

“But Ran-”

“I don’t give a shit about Ran,” you said sharply, watching as his face shifted into one of surprise, “I don’t care about any of them like I do for you. If I had a choice of any person in the world, I would still choose you a million times over because I love you, Haruchiyo.”

His chest heaving and his breath was shaky and you could tell that he was trying his best not to crumble. “I love you,” his voice was little over a breath and his eyes were glassy and your chest tightened almost painfully as you leaned down to kiss him again. Sanzu didn’t verbalize his emotions often, he’d rather show them through his actions, and you knew that when he did it was always a huge show of vulnerability on his part.

This time, his hands came up to your face, one hand sliding behind your head and the other cupping your cheek. His lips moved against yours insistently, desperately, he clung to you like a lifeline and you kissed him back just as urgently, hoping to convey all of the emotions that you couldn’t quite figure out how to voice out loud. The ‘I love yous’ that ran deeper than just mere words and the ‘I’ll never leave you’ that you knew he didn’t believe whenever you told him.

“So much,” you breathed out against his lips, “So fuckin’ much, Haru, you make everything worth it.”

“Stop that,” his voice shook and you wanted to cry because you knew he couldn’t handle affection--verbal, physical or otherwise. He had gotten better with physical affection over the years but verbal always made him curl in on himself, it broke down walls that he wasn’t ready to let fall.

“No,” you said and pressed your lips back to his before he could protest, one hand coming up to grab the hand he had cupping your face, intertwining your fingers and pressing his hand down against the mattress next to his head. His free hand fell to your waist, dipping beneath your dress shirt to touch your skin, fingers digging in almost painfully, and you slipped your other hand behind his head, holding him as close as possible.

Your tongue traced the inside of his mouth, tasting the honey on his tongue and the spice on his lips. After a few moments, you pulled back, kissing the rough skin of the diamond-shaped scar on the right side of his lips.

“You’re so pretty, Haru,” you murmured, and your name left his lips so shakily that it nearly had you tearing up. But instead, you focused your attention on his neck, sucking gently, tracing soft patterns on the sensitive skin that always had him whimpering and gasping. His grip tightened on your hand as your teeth grazed his skin, you peeked up at his face, entranced by the light flush decorating his cheeks and the way he bit down hard on his bottom lip. “Prettiest boy in the whole world.”

He inhaled sharply as your teeth dug down lightly into the crevice of his neck, a soft whine, muffled from where he was biting his lip, vibrated in his chest and throat.

Your free hand slid from behind his head down to his chest, your other hand squeezed his gently as you worked at unbuttoning his shirt, exposing the skin of his chest. Your nails traced patterns on his skin, his body jerked as you ran your pointer finger around his nipple, breath heavy.

He murmured your name again and you pulled your lips from his neck, eyes falling on his pretty green ones, dark and dilated and barely focused on you.

“You’re so sensitive, baby,” you giggled, amused, watching as the flush spread across his face darkened.

“‘m not,” he said quietly but the protest was only half-hearted.

“Gonna let me take care of you tonight?” you asked, searching his face for any sort of hesitancy. Sanzu hated giving up control—so much of his life was already out of his own control that he clutched onto any sort of sense of control he possibly could, and you would never push if he was uncomfortable with ceding it to you.

His lips, puffy and red from your kisses, parted to say something. No words left his lips but after a few moments, he nodded, “Yeah,” he said and you smiled at him.

“I’ve got you, baby,” you whispered, bringing your lips back to his neck and dragging them down to his collarbone. His breath was quick and heavy as your hand trailed down his chest and abdomen, tracing the lines of his abdomen and the scars decorating his skin.

You slid down his body, lips running along his skin, your free hand drifting down to the waistband of his pants as you pressed soft kisses along the deep scar etched across his chest and upper abdomen—the remnants of the wound that prevented Sanzu from returning to his position in Bonten.

His breath caught and his grip on your hand tightened again, you could feel his eyes trained on you. “Relax, baby,” you murmured against his skin before repeating, “I got you.”

He didn’t respond but he let his body sink into the mattress, only lifting his hips to help you slip off his pants and underwear. His grip on your hand remained tight and you smiled against his abdomen as your other hand wrapped gently around his cock. A soft whimper slipped from his lips as you lazily pumped him, thumb running over his leaky tip, smearing precum over his head and down his length.

Your name left his lips as little more than a breath, trailing off into a half-whine and you squeezed his hand gently as reassurance. “I’ve got you,” you repeated, “always got you, Haruchiyo.”

You pulled your lips from his abdomen and slid down a little more, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his cock, watching as his hips jerked up and he let out a sharp inhale.

You moved back up his body, straddling his hips, suppressing the moan that rose to your chest when you felt his cock slide between your folds. Sanzu was unable to muffle the moan, a pretty, soft moan escaping his lips as his hips bucked up.

You ran your thumb over the back of his hand soothingly, your free hand coming up to cup his face as you sunk down on his cock. Your lips parted at the feeling of Sanzu’s cock stretching your walls, thighs trembling lightly on either side of his hips. Your fingers traced his cheekbones, lips grazing his as he let out another moan, breath hot and quick mixing with yours and it made you dizzy.

Your eyes fluttered shut as he bottomed out inside of you but you forced them back open, intent on watching him instead. His cheeks were flushed pink, eyes squeezed shut.

You ran your fingers over his swollen bottom lip, “Open your eyes, baby,” you said quietly, watching raptly as Sanzu’s eyes opened, green eyes lidded and glassy and unfocused, hair splayed out on the mattress beneath his head.

“You’re so pretty, Haru,” you murmured again, shivering at the feeling of hot breath quickening against your fingers, at the way he could barely hold his eyes open.

You rolled your hips against his, letting out a soft moan as you felt his cock drag against your walls. Sanzu groaned against the fingers resting on his lips and you brought your hand back to his cheek, the tips of your fingers gently running through his loose hair.

You pressed your lips against his jaw, muffling your moans, kissing up and down his neck, more focused on the pretty sounds spilling from his lips than your own pleasure.

His grip on your hand was tight and the fingers of his free hand were trembling against your thigh as you picked up the pace of your hips, rocking yourself harder, faster, you could feel his tip nudging your cervix with every bounce of your hips; listening as the soft moans and whimpers shifted into louder ones, higher pitched.

Your eyes flickered back up to his face, watching as his green half-rolled back, as his jaw went slack, as his grip tightened on your hand and the fingers against your thigh pressed in deeper.

He was close, you could hear it in how his moans grew more desperate, in how his hips rocked up to meet yours, in how he pressed his head back hard against the mattress.

“That’s it, baby,” your voice broke mid-sentence, a moan slipping out instead, “That’s it.”

“Feels s’good,” Sanzu slurred, bucking his hips up faster against yours, “So good.”

His lashes were wet and eyes were watery and you couldn’t draw your gaze from his face. “Wanna feel you cum for me, baby,” you gasped, “wanna feel you fill me up.”

The pace of your hips became erratic, desperate to bring both Sanzu and yourself to your highs. At your words, Sanzu’s moan choked, head tossed back, tears slipping down his face, “‘m cummin’, fuck, fuck, ‘m cumming, I-“

Your mouth dropped open and you pressed your lips hard against his as you felt him spill his release inside of you, teeth nearly clashing against his as you groaned into his mouth, eyes fluttering shut as your own high hit you suddenly.

You grinded your hips down hard against his, shaky as you rode out your high, feeling Sanzu whimper into your mouth, squeezing your hand tight as sensitivity began to take hold.

Your breath was heavy as you panted against his lips, body coming to rest limp on Sanzu’s chest. You lifted your head up to press soft kisses against his jaw and neck, kissing both of his scars, lips caressing the rough skin before you finally kissed his lips, your free hand wiping the stray tears that had spilled from his eyes.

His lips moved weak against yours, chest still rising and falling rapidly as he tried to recover from his high.

“I love you,” you murmured against his lips, “So fucking much. No one could ever compare to you, Haruchiyo.”

You weren’t even sure if he was fully registering what you were saying, eyes still unfocused on your face, chest still heaving. And you knew it wouldn’t be enough, you knew in a few weeks he would probably face that same rattling fear of abandonment and insecurity but you would make sure to be there again so you could wash them away.

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