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maginxlia · 2 years

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Tokyo Revengers Men ✰ In Dirty Pictures of You

Cast Line Up Ran, Rindou, Hajime, Haruchiyo, Mikey and Shuji

Rated TV-MA

Minors this isn't For You

Summary ✰ What kind of Filthy (Consensual) Pictures the Men have of you on their phones plus Them touching themselves cause you're so fucking sexy.

No pronouns up in here but the Reader has a Kitty

Ran Haitani

✰ Ran Haitani is whipped by your ass

✰ Your ass dominates his thoughts, Time, and energy

✰ That's why your ass is all over his phone lock screen and home screen

✰ Rindou tossed Rans's phone across the room when he had mistaken it for his own after seeing the Lock Screen while Ran laughed “Beautiful ass too much for you little bro? Ran Giggled out as Rindou scoffs

✰ Rans is proud of your ass, He's always taking pictures of it with and without clothes on

✰ He Raises your skirts up daily to a take picture of how those lace panties he brought you fit that ass of yours

✰ His most frequent video of you? The one he was fucking you from behind and that ass of yours was dancing on his dick while he pounded down your pussy, It never fails to make him hard as a rock when he watches it

Ran Haitani was currently in a private booth by himself with what seemed to be his suit Jacket over his lap. What was going on under that suit jacket? He was pumping his dick as his eyes stayed focused on his phone while the video of you taking backshots played

His brother and the Guys were busy doing Lord Knows what, How could he not touch himself?? All he could think about was how your back arched perfectly for him while he fucked your pretty pussy and not to mention that ass!

The thought of your ass alone was enough for him to nearly moan aloud as he picked up the pace fucking his hand “ I'm going to spank the hell out that ass when I get home” he thought to himself

He couldn't stop his stomach from contracting when you turned around with that fucked out expression on your face, Your face was enough to make his dick leak

His hip bucked up against his hand as he began to cum in his suit jacket. Once he rode out his high he noticed he had came in Sanzu's Jacket “Fuck” He said as Grab the Jacket before dialing your Number “When I get Home I want you face down Ass up Love” he groaned out to you , his words alone were enough to make you wet.

Now to get this Jacket Dry cleaned.

Rindou Haitani

✰ How many pictures of your Titties Rindou has? You swear you lost count after twenty

✰ “ Raise your shirt” He commands as he takes a picture of your beautiful tits being captured in the expensive bra he bought you

✰ His home screen changes every day it seems like every time you see it there's a new picture of your tits

✰ Guards his phone with his life, How many times he caught Ran trying to peek over his shoulders is enough to sicken him

✰ Your tits drive him to be a better man, He and his dick worship them

✰ He can't help his mouth starts to salivate and his dick gets hard when he sees your titties looking all perfect on his phone

Rindou is currently in the restroom after a meeting, his back against the wooden wall as he strokes his dick up and down while he holds his dress shirt up with his teeth

He swears he going to bust soon as he stares down at his phone, the video of you riding him while your titties bounce freely making him shiver

His Strokes only became faster as he heard his brother knocking on the door “ Man, What the fuck! What are you doing in there? Other people got to use it too” Ran’s muffled voice couldn't break his concentration as He imagined himself fucking your tits

His legs nearly gave away as he came powerfully over his hand, Rindou made sure to take a picture of his cum and dick before he cleaned up

Sending you the picture with the caption “ Look at what you made me do. I'm going to fuck you good when I get home” As he left the restroom, his brother? None the wiser

Hajime Kokonoi

✰ Hajime's dirty little secret is that his home screen is a picture of you

✰ But ain’t no ordinary picture! It's a picture of you sitting naked on his desk with your legs wide open, a gold necklace with his name on it the only thing to adorn your body

✰ That picture brings back fond memories for him, after it was taken he dicked you down so good on his desk that he thought for sure he was going to impregnate you and break his desk

✰ Somewhere deeper in his phone is a picture of you all fucked out from the same night

✰ His Phone is protected by a password no one can guess, He protects these photos with his life

✰ If you only knew how many times he teased his dick to these images of you

Hajime sits in his office, his pretty dick in one hand and in the other? His phone

The screen illuminates the most filthiest picture of you as he stroke his dick with his expensive hand lotion

His hand teasing his tip when he zooms in on your pretty pussy making him groan so softy

“I`m going to fuck you real good when I get home just you wait and see” these words fell from his lips without much thought as stroked his dick harder. Imagining it was your hands around him

His white hair is a mess as he tosses his head back in pleasure, his dick is throbbing while his hips involuntary buck up into his hand only stopping when he heard a knock on his door before he heard Sanzu's voice “ I got those files you wanted”

‘Shit” He thought to himself as he got prepared to get back to work, his dick straining back in his Louis Vuitton pants as he covered himself with his suit jacket before telling Sanzu to come in

Haruchiyo Sanzu

✰ Haruchiyo has an addiction of taking pictures of your face when he fucking your pussy good, He can't help you look so good all fucked out

✰ He’s smiling like a madman as drills your pussy deep while his phone snaps all the delicious photos of you

✰ His home screen is blessed by the photo of your fucked out face and he can't deny it

✰ He's bold as hell leaving his phone unlocked at Bonten Meetings but who the hell going to fuck with his phone? He`ll chop their hands off toot sweet (Unless it's Mikey)

✰ His prized photo is the one he captured of you while you were having an orgasm, That's the Image he wants to be printed into his eyelids. So perfect.

Haruchiyo's ass was seated on your shared bed as he played with his dick, Gently teasing himself up to cumming while he went through all his photos of you

He moaned when he landed on the photo of you in the middle of an orgasm, his legs tremble as his dick leaked precum while he stroked his dick to the same rhythm he fucked you in that special night

He fucked up into his fist as he imagined you being under him pulling that face “Fuck. So fucking beautiful. I'm going to dick you down so fucking good, you won't be able to walk tomorrow” He groaned to himself as he glance down at your photo as he started cumming

Once he was done sent a picture of his still hard dick to you with the text attach “ I'm cumming deep inside of you when you get home”

Manjiro ‘Mikey’ Sano

✰ All the Nasty Photos this man has of you his favorites always going to be the ones with your lips around his dick

✰ You look so beautiful with his hands in your hair as he guides you down on his hard dick, those tears in your eyes only add to the beauty of the photo

✰ In fact, to Mikey, you look absolutely delicious on your knees for him so ready to use your mouth to please him

✰ The sweetest treat as you take him to the back of your throat

✰ Your photo is his home screen and whenever he opens his phone he can't help but adores the photo of you sucking him off

✰ His phone is already highly guarded and he has no fear of anyone trying to take a peek, That would be a death wish after all

✰ High value content: the video of him cumming down your throat as you swallow him up

Sitting in the back of his car waiting for Sanzu, Mikey Hand had found his dick as he watched his phone

The video playing was you sucking him off with those soft lips of yours, He strokes his dick along to the rhythm of your head going up and down on his dick

Fucking himself to you as sweat slowly ran down his face “Yeah? Let me fuck that pretty mouth” he said as his strokes became sloppier

His eyes half opened as he kept his focus on pleasing himself, Thankful that his windows are tinted but also wishing he had you here to suck him dry

Only halting when he noticed Sanzu had made an appearance, Tucking himself back in his pants before sending you a text “When I get Home I'm cumming down your throat Sweetness”

(Bonus) Shuji Hanma

✰ Dirty Man's home screen is a picture of your PUSSY all wet before he fucked you to an incoherent mess

✰ Has plenty of pictures of your pussy in pretty panties that he asked you to send to him cause he's a fiend for them

✰ Your pussy always looks so scrumptious to him, he just can't help himself to just one photo

✰ 1,228 photos of you and your kitty exposed to him in different positions

✰ Loves when you take his phone and take more photos of yourself, it's his favorite surprise beside you sitting naked on his lap

✰ No one sees the Photos but him, he Will slap the blood out a fool face with his sin hand

✰ His favorite thing on his phone is a video of his dick entering you before he fuck you nice and silly

Shuji fucking his fist while his eyes studied the video of him fucking you nice and raw

He's a busy man but he found time in his busy schedule to play with his dick as he stared down your pussy

It's your fault anyway that his dick this hard at work as his dick throbs to the thought of him entering your soft warm walls, he even shivered like he was really entering you making him groan

“I'm gonna fuck that pussy till you're nice and sore baby” He groans to himself as his fist fucks himself near the edge

His grip getting more harsh as his breathing comes more haggard, He closed his eyes as he came over his Prada pants making him groan once more

He took a picture of his mess before sending you this text along with it “Come to my office, I'm going to fuck you on the floor baby”

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mitsuyeaah · 11 months

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study session.

— sanzu haruchiyo x f! reader

cw: nsfw (mdni), smut, fingering, sex toy (vibrator), swearing, pet names (darling, baby), sanzu being a lil’ shit

a/n: lovely nonnie has inspired me to write a lil drabble with sanzu since i am studying for my finals as well. thank u for this idea hehe <3 sorry in advance for any typos, i wrote this with tears in my eyes.

it was a rough night to say the least, you didn’t even notice the sun beginning to set under the horizon since your eyes were too focused on your notes before you. it was only then you realised how much time you’ve spent studying when your boyfriend made his presence known by kissing the crown of your head.

it all started innocently, really. a gentle exchange between the two of you—telling him how you’ve been very stressed and worried for your upcoming finals. of course, being the good boyfriend he was, he offered to take your mind off your worries for a bit.

now, as innocent as the offer was, your boyfriend’s fingers deep inside your wet cunt as he stood behind you was not what you initially had in mind. one knee was propped on the desk, resting above your notes as your hips pressed against the edge of your desk. the chair that you previously sat on was whisked away, somewhere in the room.

“ah, fuck! sanzu—ngh!” you breathlessly moaned as he added a third slender digit inside, your hands turning into fists against your immunology notes, causing the paper to crumple under your touch. sanzu peppered your nape with open-mouthed kisses, goosebumps forming at your skin.

“mmm, my darling has been diligently studying that i just had to treat her..” he sent vibrations down your spine as he spoke against your skin.

at this point, your study notes were long forgotten. the constant worry that plagued your mind of failing your finals disappeared, and the only thing in your pretty little head was how much pleasure your boyfriend was giving you. how delicious his fingers felt inside you. how the deep pit in your stomach bubbled at the sensation.

the next thing you knew, your cheek was pressed against your notes, and the crown of your head making contact with the edge of your laptop. both your wrists were pinned against your lower back by one of sanzu’s hand, while the other held your favourite vibrator against your puffy clit.

it was turned to the highest setting. little shit.

you didn’t even know your ears were ringing until it finally subsided and you could hear sanzu’s sly voice cutting through, “c’mon, baby, answer the question. how’re you going to prepare for your exam, hm?” you couldn’t see him but you knew he had a shit-eating grin plastered on his pretty face. as always.

you didn’t even hear his question because of the loud ringing in your ears. “aah! w-what..?” your voice came our quieter than you intended but it was loud enough for sanzu to hear above the buzzing of the sex toy.

“i said, describe antibody, IgM.” his cerulean eyes quickly scanned over the notes on your laptop screen before returning them to you. he tilted his head to the side, waiting for an answer.

opening your mouth to answer, a loud whine escaped your lips as sanzu pushed the vibrator past your wet folds. you closed your eyes shut, face contorting with pleasure as he started thrusting the device in and out. “haah! fuck! I-IgM antibody is the largest antibody molecule—ngh!”

sanzu absentmindedly leaned down to connect his clothed chest with your back to suck on your nape, waiting for you to continue. the mixed sensation of the vibrator inside you and sanzu sucking on your skin absolutely drove you crazy. the answer inside your head suddenly dissipated into thin air like smoke.

“shit.. this antibody is mostly confined to the—ah! to the.. to the blood and lymphatics since it cannot be transported across—hmph sanzu! it can’t be transported across the fucking placenta.” it took all your willpower to get all those words out, it didn’t help how your boyfriend picked up the pace of the vibrator.

tears rolled down to your notes as he brought the vibrator back to your clit, earning a loud shameless moan from you. you didn’t even care if the ink was going to be smudged from your tears, all you wanted was to reach your orgasm.

“good girl.” sanzu breathlessly chuckled against your skin, his free hand travelling down to your chest to squeeze and grope at your breast over the fabric of your shirt.

“what are the two major sites for establishment of immunological tolerance? tell me, baby or you won’t get to cum.. need to get you prepped for your exam.” your heart sank to your stomach at the mention of your orgasm denial. despite your lust-fogged brain, you tried to wrack your mind for a coherent answer but the only thing that came out your mouth were moans and incoherent sentences.

“aah! shit shit! i don’t fucking know! please, just let me cum, sanzuuu..” you opened your eyes, vision obstructed by tears as you craned your neck to try and meet his gaze. “oh? are you telling me you spent hours studying just for you to not answer the question? a pity.. looks like no orgasm for you then..”

you hastily shook your head against your desk, your notes rustling beneath every movement of your head. “no, no, no! please—ah! just let me.. let me think!” you shut your eyes, brows furrowing as you tried to concentrate on the answer, ignoring the familiar sensation that was making itself known.

you panted against your notes, mouth parted, “fuck! i’m so near” you didn’t mean for that to come out but it just did, and you never regretted anything as fast. “the answer, baby. or you’re not cumming.” sanzu clicked his tongue and pressed the vibrator harder onto your clit, earning another loud whine from you.

“c-central tolerance at the—ngh! the primary lymphoid organs! a-and—haah! peripheral tolerance at the secondary lymphoid organs. fuck!” your nails dug into your palms as you answered his question, trying your best not to cum right then and there.

sanzu grinned at your answer, “that’s right. m’baby is so smart, huh? now, why don’t you cum for me?” he didn’t have to tell you twice, you came before he even finished his sentence. a chain of profanities leaving your lips as your vision blurred, and ears ringing once again.

your legs shook from the intense pleasure, a fresh set of hot tears rolling down to pool at your notes. sanzu rode out your orgasm by pressing the vibrator even further onto your clit and whispering sweet praises against your ear, earning small whines from you as you cried out his name like a prayer.

you didn’t expect sanzu to take your worries away by giving you a mind blowing orgasm but you weren’t complaining. if anything, you’d definitely encourage him to accompany you whenever you studied because,

to say the least, study sessions with sanzu were much more interesting and fun.

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buccini555 · 1 year

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𝑫𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒛𝒖, 𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑲𝒐𝒌𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒊 - 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Headcanons of dating Sanzu Haruchiyo, Rindou Haitani and Koko Hajime

They spend a lot of time with you, except for Koko, usually he would be focused on work or something, but in fact he strives to give you as much attention as he can and always tries to please you.

Sanzu is the least affectionate of the three, despite being a sweetheart most of the time, giving you attention and affection, he often has some difficulty showing feelings, unlike the other two, Rindou does everything to show you how much he loves you. loves you, always fawning over you and taking care of your well-being, while Kokonoi has her own way of expressing her feelings, giving you gifts and treating you as a priority.

They are often jealous of each other, however, it doesn't become exaggerated, after all, they were the ones who decided to share you and have you as their property.

Kokonoi always buys you gifts, whether they are simple or the most expensive ones like jewelry, or simply anything you want, not caring about values.

Rindou takes you to parties, bars, expensive hotels and busy places, usually you take small night walks alone, but when the three of you are together, you prefer to go to more reserved places.

Sanzu occasionally takes you out for walks, he prefers places that are private and not too crowded. At all times he says how much he enjoys your company, treating you in an extremely cute way, even if this does not match his personality very much.

In more intimate moments, the only ones who share you are Sanzu and Rindou, whereas Koko prefers to have you only at his disposal.

Haru really enjoys watching you with Haitani, for some reason he finds the way you bond with each other quite "interesting".

Rin often kisses you in front of others as a way of teasing them, of course, in a "healthy" way since he knows how jealous they are sometimes.

Kokonoi likes to have private moments with you, it's in those moments that he feels totally free to satisfy his deepest desires.

Finally, they are truly good boyfriends, affectionate, loving and protective, the trio certainly always does everything for your happiness, because they love you and sincerely enjoy having you.

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secretcheesecakecat · 6 months

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(Hi! Just came across this blog and so far I'm IN LOVE with the content! So I thought I'd do a request myself! This is for Bonten Sanzu btw)

Sanzu about to absolutely blow out someone's brains because they leaked a few of Bontens secrets for money. He was grinning down psychotically at the person ,who was on their knees,begging for their life, ready to pull the trigger when suddenly-

"Pft- Haru-" she snorts trying to keep in a laugh "C-check this out-" she than proceeded to show him a tik tok of a very pixielated cat spinning before it getting blown up,losing her shit as she started laughing hysterically

"Hmm? What do you-? *he looked at you and then the phone, he sighed deeply and looked at you dead in the eyes* You think this is funny? You really think that betraying Mikey is something to make a joke of? *He looked at you and then the people that looked traumatized and then started laughing histaricaly* That's was a good one actually! Real true. *he pulled the trigger*

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unfinshedsentec · 1 year

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BOYFRIEND TEXTS W/ SANZU

a/n: in honor of me finally liking sanzu slightly more, I made bf texts with him

Hope you enjoy <3

reader is gender

character: sanzu haruchiyo

tw: cursing, drugs/alcohol, and some implied stuff

masterlist || reblogs are very appreciated

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sanzusslutt · 1 year

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I somewhere read something about Sanzu's scars. That he may be in pain if he talks much. I agree with it but I think if he wasn't in much pain, he ignores your tries to help him. But if he is hurting and he feels that it too much, he wouldn't admitt it. Imagine Sanzu after an important Boten meeting. He feels a little sore and a sting in the corners of his mouth where the scars are placed but ignores it by habit. But when Sanzu finally comes home to you, you catch him southing his beautiful scars with his fingers and the man who won't stop talking, now not being so talkative. You immediately understand that the wounds in the corners of his mouth hurt him. But Sanzu blocks all your tries to help him relive the ache by telling you that he is not in pain and he is just tired. BUT if he thinks that the pain is becoming to much, he will come to you wherever you are. If you're standing he'll place his head on your shoulder and if you're sitting he will lay his head on your lap. Now, Sanzu is not a man to ask for help, so he will never bother you by asking you to put something on his scars. That being said, he takes your hand and just place it under his cheek as he turns his haid to lay on your soft palm. The first time he did it you didn't quite understand what he was doing. You assumed that he was just tired and wanted to hug your hand? But after the third time he did the same thing, you knew that something was up. Whenever Sanzu's scars hurt him, they get a darker shade of pink. You saw through his actions, the next time he committed to do the same thing you immediately putted alloy on the diamonds in each corner of his mouth. Sweet boy, he laid on your palm because his hands weren't as soft as yours, causing him more pain. He is just so happy to have someone who finally cares for him as much as he does.

I really am in love with this man.

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lexxiisstuff · 2 years

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𝑰𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆

Part 2: In which they don't stop until you're pushed too far. (Angst)

Part 1

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Haruchiyo Sanzu

"Where have you been?" The question bounced off the walls of the kitchen as Haruchiyo stumbled in through the front door. He was clearly drunk and judging by his eyes he'd been drunk for a while. It was becoming a recurring cycle. The two of you fought over something petty, he left angry and returned hours later on the brink of a blackout.

It hadn't been like this before. Sanzu had shared a life with you for five years. He was your big love story. The reason for all your butterflies and heart eyes and now... Now your relationship felt more like a chore than a blessing.

"I was out" He said calmly. Haruchiyo Sanzu wasn't a clumsy drunk. Nor was he a sad one, or a flirty one or an angry one. He was just himself but a little more truthful. He planted himself on a stool and grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl in the middle of the table. "I thought you'd be in bed"

"Couldn't sleep" You said in a voice just as calm and just as cool as you filled a glass of water and handed it to him. He eyed the glass questionable.

"You're not angry?" He ran a hand through his blond hair and you caught sight of the Bonten tattoo on his right forearm. How many times hadn't you traced that tattoo. Kissed it.

"Should I be angry?" You leaned against the counter across him and folded your arms. You stared at each other. It was a stare of indifference and yet...There was always that spark whenever you met eyes. You didn't know whether to be relieved or upset that it still lingered.

"I can't do this anymore" Sanzu said suddenly when the guilt and anger finally made its way into his head "I can't do this anymore."

"Excuse me" You lips parted. You knew it was a rough patch but your heart stumbled at the thought of it being the end "What do you mean?"

"I mean our relationship is fucking exhausting y/n. I hate coming home do you know that. I hate the tension and the arguing that never fucking stops and... Let's just end it okay. No harm, no foul" He felt like his chest should have lightened after saying that but instead it fisted tightly nearly choking him. He had wanted to do this for awhile but seeing your eyes glass and your lip tremble made him tense. He had to get rid of you now or he'd change his mind.

"You're kidding right? No harm, no foul?" You asked hysterically "I know we've been fighting but Sanzu Cmon you're not really going to throw away our life are you?"

"What life? " He spat venomously " This isn't a life y/n. This is a godamn prison"

You took a step back. Did he really view your relationship that way? You knew it was tiring but it was still filled with lots of good happy memories. Enough to not look at it like some sort of torture.

"I can't believe you said that" Your voice shook and you eyes glassed.

"What? Are you gonna cry now? Do me a favor and take your tears somewhere else. I have a headache and you're a loud crier." And that was it. That single string of words killed all the love you'd had for him. It died with a soft pliant sigh and you held your chin up.

"Goodbye Haruchiyo" You left the next day. Your brother had come to help you grab your stuff and then you were gone. All traces of you had been gone. It was just what he wanted. He wanted you and the stupid fucking memories to just disappear.

It had only been a couple months and Sanzu was officially five weeks sober and he never knew how bittersweet recovery was. Until now. He was finally functioning enough to realize how fucking horrible he was to you. How he took you for granted. How he missed you so much he couldn't breath.

He missed you holding his hand when he was anxious and the small smile of reassurance you gave him when he was struggling with his confidence. The way you never reprimanded him for doing something you knew was essential to the gang. How you took care of him when he was injured. He felt like maybe just maybe if you could see him now, Sober and healthy then maybe you'd give him another shot.

"Keisuke this is really fucking stupid" He muttered glancing around the small pretty bakery he'd never set foot in before.

"Yeah could you put three exclamation marks after that. Thanks." your gang mate turned to you with a mischievous smirk "Listen here buddy if there's a reason for cake you're damn sure I'm going to buy a cake"

"Hey Gyu can I have flat white to go" Haruchiyo felt his heart freeze in his chest, his breath was stolen from his lungs and he felt his whole body light up. Turning around he saw your smile first and then the rest of you. Fuck. You were so beautiful. Beyond beautiful. Ethereal. You stood out in the bakery, made everything seem dull and unimportant.

"You got it Y/n! Lemme just finish the details on this cake be with you in a sec!" Your eyes finally met his and he watched your eyes widen and those your lips part lightly. He tried to smile but it embarringly turned to a grimace. He felt oddly emotional. You ducked your head not yet ready to face him

"Hi" He gruffed out loud enough for you hear and you turned to him.

"Hey Sanzu" You mumbled. You leaned against the pastry glass nervously and he took his time to watch you. He felt pleasure swarm his heart when he saw that you looked healthy, happy. That's all he ever wanted for you.

"Thanks" Keisuke muttered and he watched his gang mate lift the cake box. It was those humiliating ones that had the clear lid so everyone could see what kind of cake it "Oh y/n hey! I didn't even see you"

"Hello Keisuke" You smiled brightly and Sanzu melted visibly. You glanced at the cake and took a step back surprised.

"35 Days Sober Bitch!!!"

You turned to face him questioningly and he rubbed his neck awkwardly. 35 Days really wasn't that much of an achievement so he was embarrassed but your smile widened and this time he felt like it was for him.

"Congrats Haruchiyo" You were proud of him. Even though you didn't want to be. You wanted to be vengeful and mean and cold but one look at his tired eyes and anxious posture had all of that melt away. He was trying. And you loved him enough to want him to succeed.

"Thanks. It's nothing really. Keisuke insisted on the cake.." He trailed of "Anyway how have you been"

"Swamped. I started working at a new agency. It's been a tough adjustment. What about you?"

He wanted to lie. To say that he'd been good. That he didn't regret letting you go if you were better off without but he'd only lied to you once. The night of the break up, and it had fucked his whole life so he didn't want to anymore.

"Sober and Miserable" He whispered "I miss you"

You froze and looked up. Keisuke had left and it was just the two of you in the quiet bakery standing too close. It was to intimate. Too nostalgic. It hurt too much.

"Don't" You flinched away "Please don't"

He smiled softly and the sad look in your eyes. He hated you upset but what he loved that a part of you still cared. It gave him hope. Hope he never had before. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and felt you stiffen.

"Alright sweetheart. I won't" His voice was so soft and so deep it made you shudder. "Can we have coffee one of the days in the week?"

"I'm busy" You said curtly

"When are you free?"

"Never" You muttered putently and his smile widened.

"How about ice cream?"

"Why are you trying so hard now, huh? Where were you five months ago Sanzu. Hell where were you two weeks ago?" His face dropped and he held your waist gently. You glanced around the bakery. It was empty and the old couple a few tables back were uninterested in the small scene. You tried to move away but his grip tightened.

"Because I didn't deserve you five months ago. I didn't deserve you two weeks ago either. But I realized now that if I wait until I deserve you I might miss my chance. I'm getting better y/n. I'm trying to be someone worthy of you and your time. All I'm asking for is a shot. Let me prove it you. We don't have to do anything major. We can even start off as friends "

"Friends?" You asked trying to ignore the rapid emotion clawing at your heart.

"Yes. Friends" He murmured

"Alright. Ice cream then. As many scoops as I want"

"The whole store if you'd ask" He smiled

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osakiharu · 2 years

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00:01AM : haruchiyo sanzu

content : gender neutral reader, fluff, mentions of blood, attention to injury, swearing, cleaning sanzu’s wound yas, someone trying to give sanzu a taste of his own medicine idk they were tired of his katana antics, sanzu being romantic in his own way… idk he’s a little crazy what did you expect

wc : 533 — ik its short but it’s good i promise :(

notes : i’m really happy with this i hope y’all like it hehe :0

he was in pain, you could tell; his irregular breathing, the way he bit and chewed at his lip in discomfort when you brought the cloth back to his torso, the hand grabbing at your waist, squeezing from where he sat on the couch, head back, hips forwards. trying not to think about the throbbing gash running across his chest.

yet he still managed to force out an almost devilish chuckle. “what’re you giggling at?” you whispered, still sniffling slightly as you placed the cloth back on his skin. “’m gonna kill that fucker, y/n… gonna make ‘im swallow his own teeth… might even give you his head on a fuckin’ stick.” the only thing stopping him from doing so was you, settled in his lap keeping him grounded in his place on the couch. it was a struggle to actually get sanzu to sit down in the first place, with him being livid over not executing his opponent. “mikey and kakucho said you need to stay home and rest, haru,” he groaned, leaning his head back further and gritting his teeth, as you applied more pressure to the cut, fuck, “you could’ve been killed y’know? you’re lucky it wasn’t any deeper than—”

“god, what a fuckin’ greek tragedy that would’ve been, honey.” he drawled, sarcastically. you only sighed, not surprised that sanzu was more concerned with the fact that he hadn’t been able to beat his opponent — something that seldom happens. your sigh must have brought him back out of his murderous thoughts, as he lifted his head up to look at you. “what’s the matter, hm? you getting tired of being my little nurse all the time?” his hand rubbed up and down your thigh, soothingly. “i worry about you, haruchiyo,” you brushed his wild, tousled hair away from his pretty eyes, and gave his forehead a quick kiss, “i don’t want you getting killed or something.”

“don’t be silly, angel, the only way ‘m gonna die- ah! fuck me,” he laughed dryly, “the only way i’ll die is if you kill me. won’t die by anyone else’s hands but yours, ‘kay?” he slipped his bony fingers under your much smaller ones occupied by cleaning the remaining stains and splotches of crimson from his body, and raised them up to his lips. you expected him to cringe at how he began to paint and smear his rosy lips with his own blood, but he never once appeared to be phased, too fixated on kissing your knuckles and the tips of your fingers as if you’d fought a worse battle than his own. “okay? y/n?” sanzu’s voice was far sterner than usual, especially when speaking to you. he was serious. “m-mhm, yeah, ‘course, haru.” you said with a slight smile; you’d hardly even processed what he said, let alone came up with a reply. sanzu, however, grinned at your answer.

“hmm, that’s what i like to hear.” he leaned in to press a delicate kiss to your lips, despite his still being covered in crimson splotches, all while running his thumb back and forth along the bumps of your knuckles. “so good to me, baby, gonna have to reward you, ain’t i?”

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rinrinx2 · 1 year

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Thin walls

Sanzu x reader

Summary: Kakucho needs a place to rest after his strenuous mission and Sanzu gracefully offer his spare room, but he didn't mention how thin the walls can be.

Warnings: Smut, Mature themes, inappropriate language

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It was currently 1:00 am, Kakucho was finally ready to rest in the guest bed of the Haruchiyo household. Finally finding a position in the unused mattress that felt comfortable.

After an extremely tiring mission all he wanted to do was rest even if it was in the comfort of his least favorite coworkers home. When Sanzu had offered his guest room for Kakucho to reside in until his apartment was fixed from the last attack that occurred there, he was more than skeptical to accept the offer and he would of declined had it not been for the fact that the Haitani's were out of town on their own mission. Leaving him no choice but to accept.

Sanzu and Kakucho had a relationship similar to that of a ticking time bomb any moment it would explode and Kakucho would go attack Sanzu, but what prevented the two from being at each other's neck was Mikey who seemed to play the diffuser in this bomb scenario.

Kakucho now lied in bed patiently waiting for sleep to overcome him anymoment, and he was so close to dozing off until he heard a loud squeek.

'Of course' he thought.

The only reason Sanzu must of allowed him to sleep over was so that he could take the piss out of him and make noise the whole night so that Kakucho would fuck up his debriefing of his mission in the meeting later that same morning.

A petty attack but not below something Sanzu was capable of doing.

Kakucho rolled to his left side taking the pillow with him to cover his ears. Shutting his eyes and taking deep breathes he was forcing himself to get to that state of sleepiness again, and once again when he was on the verge of meeting slumber he heard another loud squeek from the room right next to his.

Kakucho was sitting up in the guest room bed ready to shout loudly to get Sanzu to stop whatever he was doing until he heard a familiar voice.

"Sanzu~"

It was Haruchiyo (Y/N).

Sanzu's wife.

How could he have forgotten that Sanzu had gotten married, how could he have forgotten you.

Kakucho remembered receiving an invitation letter for Sanzu's wedding. He remembered feeling sorry for the poor girl who would be saddled with him and he remembers that he didn't want to go until Ran convinced him to come unless he felt like dealing with a scolding from Mikey for his lack of support for a fellow Bonten member.

When Kakucho saw you- the bride of Sanzu, you were the furtherst thing from what he imagined. Instead of a morbid sadden woman who dreaded her fate he was met with a soft featured smiling angel that looked at Sanzu with one of the most softest stares his ever witness. Kakucho was mesmerized by you and every opportunity that brought you to the Bonten quarters he was sure to approach you.

And now he had just heard you moan the name of the man he hated.

"You like that baby"

"Oh yes Sanzu, please just there" you begged him to keep his hips just as they were as he thrusted them to meet yours.

"Like it when I fuck you like this" Sanzu said placing a hard slap on the globe of your ass.

Sanzu began his thrusts up into your leaking arousal as you lay on top of him while he continued to drill you from below. You could feel the slap of his balls against your clit, slightly pulling at it making you moan in pure ecstacy.

Unbeknownst to you that Kakucho lie at the other side of the wall. Mesmerized by your moans of pleasure.

Kakucho couldn't believe the exchange that was happening in the other room, or at least he couldn't believe it would happen while he was here.

"It feels so good" you moaned out loudly.

From those words alone Kakucho could feel a strain in his sleep pants begin to form.

"Oh yes, fuck me please. I need it"

Kakuchou mind told him not to reach down and touch his member but the lust that clouded his mind began to overtake and he needed to relieve himself from your moans. Without even realizing his hands began to slip below his pants line gently palming his member as he let out quiet groans, hearing your moans.

"Ahh I can feel it in my tummy" you screamed out as the sounds of skin slapping reverberated against the room walls.

Kakucho began fisting at his member imagining that he was the cause for you to be moaning and screaming out for him, rather than the pink haired man.

"It's so big, you're gonna split me" you yelled feeling as Sanzu shoved his member to the entrance of your cervix nudging it over and over again.

Kakucho closed his eyes and pictured you on your hands and knees as he took you from behind. The feeling of you velvet walls wrapping around his hardened member as you sucked him in deeper. Feeling the pulsing of your heat wrapped around him as he ripped moans of pleasure that buzzed around his guest room.

The sound of your moans was all he could hear as he continued fisting at his member, grip now tighter as he imagined you squeezing down on him.

"Aah please more, more. I need it"

Kakucho imagined that he would bend his one leg up so that he could fuck you deeper and harder giving into your words as he continued pulling at his member feeling slight spurts of precum ooze down his fingers.

"I'm gonna ... I'm gonna"

Kakucho could tell from your hiccuped words that you were close, he squeezed his member as hard as he could imagining that when you were close you would tightend so hard around him leaving him in a place of painful pleasure.

Kakucho was going to cum he could feel the hot coil in him needing to snap.

"Ahhh I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!"

'Oh God please cum for me ' Kakucho thought as he was quickly pulled at his member.

"I'm gonna squirt. I'm gonna squirt"

Kakucho felt beads of sweat run down his face as he imagined fucking you now violently so that he could feel the gushing of liquid against his hardened cock. Face scrunched up with pure pleasure until....

"Ahh!"

He heard you give one massive scream an indication you had cum and a push for the coil in Kakucho to snap. He felt as hot spurts of white liquid shoot out, imagining that it was filling you to the brim. He imagined how you would squirm against him while he filled you up, and when he would be done he would watch it drip out of your puckered hole. Kakucho tried calming his breathing praying no one had heard his grunt as he fisted himself to your moans.

"So wet baby, I'll go get a cloth"

Kakucho heard someone say which snapped out of his post orgasm bliss, as he snapped out of his daze and remembered who was the one who actually fucked you none other than

Sanzu Haruchiyo

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frozenmoonshine · 1 year

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Headcanon - Tips & Tricks on how to date Sanzu Haruchiyo:

I just wrote this to cope with my unhealthy obsession with this fictional man. He's my absolute favorite TR baby, so forgive me for being shamelessly self indulgent! ...or don't.

If feminine terms of endearment and/or hinted hetero relationship trigger you for any reason, please skip this one. Cheers.

Haru is a lovebug, but that cannot be seen by just anyone. It requires a person with thick, and I mean: THICK nerves and patience to handle him right. He's prone to jealousy, he's headstrong, and he holds his grudges like Mikey's life directly depends on it!

If not handled properly, he will ghost you for days, try to make you jealous, be deliberately mean and controlling/manipulative, or in more extreme cases, turn full on yandere stalker on you! But all of that is triggered by his innate need to be loved and deeply, deeply rooted fear of being abandoned and being less than. So don't make him insecure!

It's highly recommended to build trust with him first, so if you guys start out by being genuine friends first, before you start dating, and then let the things develop naturally from there, there's a lot more chance that he'll open up to you and let you in, and he won't be as afraid of you leaving him or "betraying" him.

Seriously tho, don't leave him! He needs someone to love him, and to love back, way more than he realizes! He desperately needs someone to call "home", someone who will stay, who will accept him, and not judge him for who he is. And who he is deep down is just a soft little baby, that would do anything and everything for his loved one!

Until he gets properly comfortable with you and the fact that someone genuinely cares for him (which is a big challenge for him!) he may occaaionally act inconsistent (not messaging back for hours on end, standing you up for dates, being generally unavailable, etc.) It's either all due to his gang duties, fights, and devotion to Mikey, or simply just his struggle to adapt to love. But you can always be completely certain that he's not cheating!

Why? Because he's simply the type that falls in love for life, stays loyal and faithful even after death does you part (regardless of who dies first), and is so overprotective that it can be too much to deal with sometimes! ("Why is that ugly bitch over there giving you the side eye?! She wants me to explain to her who you are or what?!" - "No one talks like that to my Queen, I'm gonna rip his fucking skeleton apart!" etc.) And yeah, unless you stop him somehow, he will commit homicide just because someone stepped into your lane a bit too rudely for his taste.

Also, once you have successfully conquered his tattered, lonely heart, he would totally call you his Queen, and treat you as such as well. He's a lowkey simp, but a high key gentleman and super respectful in every sense of the word. His manners, albeit a little bit oldschool (legacy of having been brought up by his grandma and Takeomi), are always impeccable! If you didn't know better, you'd easily think he was some rich, spoiled, stuck-up "bocchan".

He'll be very reserved at the beginning of your dating, not exactly shy, but somewhat distant. But he'll never fail to open the door for you, move your chair for you, walk next to the car track making sure you're on the safer side, hold your coat for you or offer his if you don't have one, etc. But even holding hands will only happen after three dates or so.

And the first date is at Cozy Corner, and you guys are getting cheesecakes, it's just a fact, I don't make the rules! Once the relationship gets a bit more established it will become your monthly tradition.

On another negative side of dating Haru, however, be prepared to "share" him with Mikey! Although his attachment to Mikey is not romantic in nature, and Mikey isn't exactly someone to be jealous of in that sense, he will be a significant part of your relationship, as Haru will either talk incessantly about him, or flat our refuse to spend time with you because "Mikey needs him", and to him that is a perfectly valid reason.. But, if you (ideally) share, or (at least) understand his obsession with his King, and support his ambition to be Mikey's right hand man, he'll marry you, no joke!

* * * BONUS * * *

He used to be self conscious about his scars around you at first, not taking the mask off in front of you for 3 whole months of dating. You even "kissed" for the first time over the mask. When you asked him why he always wears it, he tried avoiding the subject at first, but when he realized he can trust you, he admitted he was afraid of your reaction when you see his face (you of course find him nothing less than drop dead gorgeous).

He hates PDA, but is quite affectionate in private, though never smothering. He'll hug you from behind when you're in the kitchen, randomly kiss your temple when you're cuddled up watching a movie together, he always speaks to you in a gentle, loving tone, he rubs small circles on the back of your hand with his thumb when holding hands, he always praises the food you make for him, he tries his best to learn to make your favorites, etc.

When the Kanto Manji-kai started getting seriously corrupted, he tried pushing you away, but you insisted on staying by his side no matter what, and he greatly appreciates you for that. Despite all, you are his safe haven.

In his KMK/early Bonten days, you half-jokingly asked him to teach you to use a sword. He taught you to play shōgi instead. It almost became a weekend tradition for the two of you. Since you started keeping scores, you've been in the lead with 139 wins, over his 137. (He may or may not have let you win on purpose, more than once.) You tease him that it's because he's such a good teacher.

As Bonten's 2nd in command, he's still as loyal to you as always, but you're never his first priority. It's Mikey and Bonten's business, and you know it. However, you can't say you haven't felt jealous of Mikey in some cases. Whenever Mikey calls, Haru will immediately leave, even mid-sex.

He always tries to make it up to you later if Mikey interrupted your time together, tho.

He avoids meeting you on the days when he's had to kill. Not just because he doesn't want to "taint" you, but also because he doesn't like himself when he's high. He'd rather wait for the drugs to wear off before meeting you. If you guys live together, then he'll just spend the day at the Bonten HQ instead.

Once you start living together, he's a godsent to have around the house! You don't have to do any cleaning ever again, his OCD kicks in and your apartment will always be spotlessly clean. He occasionally nags at you to be more tidy tho.

He's even more overprotective as an adult than he was as a teen. if you're going somewhere that is not owned by or affiliated with Bonten, and he can't go with you for whatever reason, you will unavoidably have two of his most trusted subordinates escort you and stay by your side at all times as your bodyguards. And no, he's not trying to contol where you go or what you do, (those two guys basically work for you, not him, at this point, anyway) he just won't leave anything to chance and risk you getting targetted by any of his numerous enemies when he's not around to protect you by himself. When the two of you are together out, he never leaves your side, and always has an arm around your waist or back.

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eggtartz · 2 years

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a/n : writing this because i'm in the hospital right now so..

summary : sanzu fluff where he's worried that you got into the hospital

wc : 769

"WHERE IS SHE? I DEMAND-"

"haru calm down there's people here" you said with an irritated look plastered on your face while looking at the pink haired man who looked like chaos struck him. there was no reason for your boyfriend to panic at all, not with five personal bodyguards that stood around the hospital bed you were laying down on but sanzu looked restless.

"calm down? Y/N I CAME HOME AFTER HEARING A CALL FROM RAN SAYING YOU GOT FUCKING SHOT HOW SHOULD I CALM DOWN?" he yelled at you, his voice echoing along the hospital halls and waking up other patients. you sighed again because they were elderly that was trying to sleep so you stood up abruptly while throwing a sympathetic look towards the elder people and snatched sanzu's hand. you dragged him into the nearest exit and released his hand.

"haru please, the bullet just went through my shoulder and that's it. the doctor already arranged a surgery so just.. please we're in public and it might be dangerous if people see you here. how about you-" you said without realizing you were pacing while your boyfriend's eyes stared at you, right and left. he knew he better be quiet since it was a habit of yours to ramble while pacing around so it's better if he shut his lips tight before it becomes worse.

"no, i'm staying with you. i'm not leaving, mikey said i could take a day off today and tomorrow so i can be with you" he unbuttoned his suit and stood up to hug you. meanwhile, you weren't finished rambling and took a second to process what he just said. you hugged him back while ignoring the growing pain in your right shoulder where you were shot.

it was supposed to be a simple Wednesday, you and sanzu had dinner every Wednesday night so that day you were supposed to go grocery shopping to cook the dinner. he said he'll drive you there but he was already an hour late so you took his motorcycle and rode there. what you weren't expecting that a mob gang that had history with bonten especially your boyfriend, was waiting for you in the parking lot making it inevitable to happen.

you were shot but sanzu thought you self defense incase if there was an emergency so you dodged the bullets the best as you can and called his members as quickly as they could. sanzu's line at that moment was busy so you called ran instead. after a brutal shot scene in the parking lot, ran finally arrived with a van filled with men with weapons hence taking down the other gang and rushed you to the hospital.

sanzu was in a meeting with mikey when mikey received a call. mikey answered it and raised his eyebrows while handing his phone to sanzu. "it's y/n" he simply said. he took the phone and adrenaline rush through his veins.

"y/n go-got shot?" he drove to the hospital as fast as he could as well as violating every road allegations, not caring about it as there was only one thing in his head. you.

that night when the surgery happened, sanzu nearly fainted seeing the bullet being removed from your body. the doctors said he was supposed to wait outside but he insisted to be in the surgery room with you. he held your hand although your grip was growing weaker due to the anesthesia.

you woke up to the sight of him dozing off, head bouncing back and forth as an attemot not to fall asleep. you smiled weakly while trying to pull him on the bed so be could sleep with you.

"uh nuuh baby the bed is yours i can sleep on the floor" he said while yawning.

"the floor is cold haru i don't want you to be sick besides the bed is huge enough for both of us. now come here it's cold and i want my cuddles" you extended your hand to pull him in a hug. you heard aws coming from the elderly beside your bed and simply smiled.

while waiting for your eyelids to rest, you whispered sweet assurances to sanzu knowing he might feel guilty for everything that happened but you don't want him to feel that. he simply hums to every word you said and nuzzled against your neck. needless to say, every executive that came to visit left you two to sleep more and left a lot of food on the table as well. you both needed a rest after all.

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maginxlia · 2 years

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Starring Tokyo Revengers Men In ✰ Eating Out

Cast line up ✰ Ran, Rindou, Hajime, Haruchiyo, Mikey and Shuji

Rated TV-MA

Minors This Isn’t For You

Summary ✰ How the Men eat their favorite meal…. YOU! Kitty pleasing Fun Babes!

Only pronouns in here is Ran Referring to your kitty besides that No pronouns up in here but reader has a Kitty

Ran Haitani

✰ Self Proclaimed Pussy Eating Champ. He got a custom made shirt, Belt, and Bib with this on it

✰ He's not wrong tho, He's a pussy sucking G.O.A.T. Buy this man a cake

✰ Ran Never thought one pussy could have so much control over him but baby yours got him whipped

✰ Got Him coming early to wrap his lips around your clit

✰ He swears he can sense when your pussy throbbing for him. “She needs me,” Ran says as he puts on his suit Jacket. “Who needs you?” Rindou asked his older brother without thinking, “ Y/N pussy needs me bad!” Ran replies while walking out. Rindou was stuck in disgust, Ran even got Sanzu looking at him like he grew two heads

✰ If Ran’s driving with you in his car? He's telling you to finger yourself real quick because he wants to suck your juices off your fingers “I needed a refresher baby” Ran says before kissing the palm of your hand

Ran had you in the backseat of his car, You sat there with your legs open as he laid down on his passenger seat that he had leaned all the way back

Ran had his tongue between your folds lapping away without a care in the world, his fingers deep in you while you had your back pressed firmly against the backseat with nowhere to go

“Ahh Ran, That feels so good” you panted out as Ran sucked on your clit before swirling his tongue around

Your hands found their way into his hair making him groan on your pussy as you pulled him closer

Your body involuntarily grinding up into his mouth as he licked your clit so good you couldn't help but moan loudly while he added another of his fingers inside of you

“Ran, I'm going to cum baby” You try to say but everything was coming out of your mouth as a broken moan

Ran was practically french kissing your pussy as your legs shaked around his head, he grinned up at you while you orgasmed around his fingers

He greedily sucked down your juices before licking his fingers clean “ Always so Scrumptious for me, Baby. Want to taste yourself? He said while face to face with you, his lips wet from the meal he just enjoyed

“Mhmm” you moaned as he caught your lips in a kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth before breaking away “Let's get ready to go back in Before Rindou grows Suspicious” Ran said as he threw your clothes to you “Also Don't bother putting your panties back on” Ran singsonged as he smiled at you

Rindou Haitani

✰ Rindou could live and Die Between your thighs

✰ Your thighs squeezing his head as his tongue licks your clit in that rhythm you like so much?? He's done

✰ He daydreams about your pussy all the time, got Ran Talking about “Hello, is anybody home?” while waving his hand before Rindou's face. He got it bad

✰ Rindou can help but be addicted to the way you taste

✰ Pussy so good it turned the Youngest Haitani into a Fiend

✰ Rindou would Drive through the Rain, Sleet, and Snow just to get home to You and your delicious pussy

✰ Lay your pussy on his face he dares you, Rindou gonna have your hips trembling while you cum on his face as he groans under you

✰ Suffocate him with your pussy and he’ll die with a smile on his face

✰ Rindou the master tongue technician, Having you fucking his face for more “ Cum on my face doll” Rindou grunts out taunting you to rut your pussy against his tongue

You had your pussy hovering over Rindou's face as he laid under you with his tongue out ready to service you

“What the Hold up?” Rindou asks you quite agitated , “ I don't want to hurt you Rin” You answered him shyly. Rindou could only sigh, “You're not going to hurt me, You not sitting on my face is hurting me more than anything right now,” Rindou said to you while gently pinching your thighs “Now let me lick that pretty pussy the way you like it” He encouraged you

You sat on his face, your thighs encasing him as he began to devour your pussy, your shyness was replaced with pleasure while you moved your hips in a circular motion as Rindou sucked your clit making your whole body shake

“Fuck Rin, Feels so good” You moaned out while placing your hand on the wall, He slurped at you like a Man dying of thirst

Rindou's hands rested on your thighs as he laid his tongue flat against your clit. looking down at his eyes that were watching you with amusement, You couldn't help but fuck yourself on his tongue as you watched him watch you

You Ground your dripping pussy on his face getting caught in the bliss he was making you feel “Rin Just like that” you panted as you face fucked your man to your orgasm

Your whole body shook as you came hard on his face, Rin didn't miss a beat slurping up all the juices that flowed from you

“Rin, are you okay?” you bashfully asked as you raised yourself up from him. looking down you saw a gorgeous sight, Rindou's eyes full of lust and adoration.

“I feel fucking Perfect” he answered you before pulling your pussy back down to his mouth

Hajime Kokonoi

✰ You can't tell me this man who licks his tongue out all the time and is a big eater isn't good at slurp slurp 5,000.

✰ Hajime teases you and Himself by licking your clit through your panties

✰ Want you on the dinner table spread wide for him when he gets home Because your pussy is the main course for him

✰ He could live off your pussy juices alone

✰ His Tongue Flicking on your clit while he makes you shop for a new wardrobe for yourself, He won’t stop until you cum in his mouth and has Purchased an entire closet of new clothes

✰ Pussy taste so great He wants to reward you with a new Benz

✰ If you don't push him away as he overstims you with his tongue He'll buy you a brand new house “Just Let Daddy enjoy his meal” Hajime says while smiling into your pussy

✰ If he’s stressed at work, He calling you to his office to eat his worries away

Hajime had been eating your pussy for the past two hours as you sat in his office chair, Your body was tired but your spirit was willing to please your man and calm his stress

“Did you buy their whole winter collection Yet, Kitten?” Hajime asked you while his fingers rubbed your G Spot, “Mhmm Yes I did Koko, Thank you” you could barely answer him from moaning out

“Guess My Kitten can cum for the final time tonight,” Hajime said to you before blowing air on your poor tired clit sending shivers down your spine

Removing his fingers from your pussy he held them to your mouth for you to suck your juices off as he inserted his skilled tongue deep inside you making you whine around his fingers

He grabbed your hips pulling you down onto him so his tongue could fuck you better, His tongue curling inside of you making you grip his desk

He was relentlessly fucking you with his tongue at the same pace and rhythm he fuck your pussy with his dick

“Koko, ahh, soo close. Please don't stop” You whined out as he delicately rubbed your clit with his fingers

Hajime groaned loudly as you clenched hard around his tongue while you came , he was quick to suck up all your juices not leaving behind a single drop as you cried out in pleasure

“Kitten, What colour you said you wanted that car again hmm? Hajime asked you while laying his head on top your knee

Haruchiyo Sanzu

✰ Haruchiyo gets withdrawals if he hasn't tasted your pussy all day

✰ Man wakes you up before he Leaves in the morning just to eat you out nice and good because in his words “ With your taste on my tongue I can do any fucking thing”

✰ Your pussy Juices drive him wilder than any drug can

✰ Got you coming over before Bonten Meetings so he can slurp you up

✰ Licks pussy like his life depends on it and he knows how to do tricks with his tongue

✰ Haruchiyo constantly thinking about getting his tongue pierced for your pleasure but forgoes it Because he can't stop eating your pussy long enough for it to properly heal

✰ He Looks so Pretty Between your legs eating you out, his pupils blown while he looks up at you through those long eyelashes

✰ He's bored? Happy? Stressed? He eating your pussy

Haruchiyo had himself seated on the floor before you while you sat on the couch, he held your legs open while he licked your pussy so tenderly

He licked your clit slowly before looking up at you “ So fucking Sexy, Taste so good” He groaned out while palming himself through his pants

He lowered his head back down to your pussy so his mouth could work miracles on you. He licked long stripes on your clit before he went back to sucking on you gently

His actions were making you arch against the couch as you looked down at him, his eyes staring up at you while he pulled your folds apart to get better access to your clit

He was licking a novel onto your clit with the way his tongue moved on you, the only noises to fill the room were your moans and the noise from Haruchiyo savoring you

“Haru, Looks so Pretty eating my pussy” you moaned out while moving his hair from his face making him moan against your clit

With the pressure and pleasure of his tongue on you, you couldn't stop yourself from cumming hard in his mouth

If it hadn't been for him holding your thighs open you would've trapped his head between your legs. He licked you clean of your juices before placing a kiss on your clit

“That was fucking Hot,” Haruchiyo said before getting off the floor and dropping his pants, “Get ready baby, I'm not done yet” He groaned out to you while smiling

Manjiro “Mikey” Sano

✰ Manjiro Has you saved in his phone as sweet thing and its nothing innocent

✰ See He constantly craves your pussy, Your pussy is easily his favorite thing to eat more than Dorayaki itself

✰ He makes you wear Skirts and Dresses without panties so your pussy is easily accessible to him

✰ Eats you out wherever and whenever he pleases. In the back seat of his car while Sanzu chauffeurs you two around? In his Office? In a private booth at the club? He doesn't give a damn as long he gets his fill of you

✰ He is so mean about it, Blames you for tasting so delicious

✰ Can, and will eat your pussy for Hours. He doesn't care if you're overstimulated. he's still hungry for you

✰ Manjiro Only stopping when he's fully satisfied and has consumed enough of your sweet Juices to fuel him

Manjiro currently had you on your back on the plush carpet of his penthouse with your legs folded up to your chest so that your ass was up towards him as his tongue fucked inside your tender wet pussy

Your poor pussy was already sore from all the orgasms he gave you earlier tonight from all the sucking and licking he did to your clit

The position he had you in was hard for you to hold and it also was difficult for you to breathe but that only amplified your pleasure as Manjiro's fingers rubbed small circles on your clit

His eyes were blown with lust as he bobbed his head up and down to fuck you thoroughly on his warm tongue

His arms wrapped around your waist to hold you steady and make your legs fall closer to your chest while he pulled his tongue out of you “Just wanted a deeper taste of you, Hope you can Handle this baby” He darkly chuckled at you while his hair covered his eyes

As his tongue entered back into your pussy, your body trembled “ Ahh so deep” you could barely moan out while his tongue dig deeper into your soft hole

You knew at this rate you will be cumming on his tongue but you didn't care, you were too busy being hypnotised by the way his tongue fucked in and out of you

He didn't stop his pace when he felt you cumming around his tongue, His tongue fucked you through your orgasm before he pulled his tongue out of you laying it flat against your clit while he admired your fucked out face

Manjiro Let go of you. Allowing your body to fall out of the position he was holding you in for you to lay limp against the plush carpet

“Rest up. I'm still Hungry.” He said before he petting your pussy as he got up off the floor leaving you to close your eyes if Only for a minute

(Bonus) Shuji Hanma

✰ He Denies the fact that he wakes up with the taste of your pussy on his mind

✰ Shuji teases the fuck out of you by licking his tongue out talking about “ I know you wet right now, want me to lick you clean babe??”

✰ The Moment He sees your pussy his mouth is watering and his dick on hard

✰ Pussy eating Menace, Knows when you're close to cumming but pull his head away before you have the chance to cum in his mouth

✰ Want you to shove his head back down between your legs in frustration cause that shit so hot to him

✰ He Knows how to make you cream hard on his tongue so don't worry he'll make you cum when he's ready

✰ Shuji Knows your pussy in and out, “After All why shouldn't I?? Your pussy Belongs to me” Shujji says while laughing at you after teasing the hell out of your pretty pussy

You whine after Shuji Denies your orgasm for the third time tonight, His fingers in you curling slowly as you try to grind against his hand for some much needed friction

“Fuck! Shuji let me cum please” You cry out as tears of frustration pricked your eyes, your left hand teasing your nipple while your right hand on top of Shuji's head pushing him back on your pussy

He Lands a soft spank to your pussy while grinning “Patience Babe, Patience” He says before clearing his throat “ I always make you scream my name in the end” He grunts out as he lowers his face down to your pussy

His tongue licked your swollen clit as his long skilled fingers curled inside you reaching that place that always makes you whine

You couldn't help but raise your body off the mattress while Shuji licked patterns on your clit before delicately sucking on your hard bud making your thighs shake around his head

He could only laugh into your pussy, the sensations driving you even closer to the edge while you said his name like a prayer “ Shuji Shuji Shuji please Shuji please” fell off your lips so effortlessly

His tongue and Fingers didn't halt as he felt you were close to cumming, his golden eyes staring up your face while you came hard around his fingers and mouth as he lapped up your juices

Pulling his fingers free from your weeping pussy you couldn't help but wet your lips with anticipation, “Lemme taste” you moaned out

“Oh you will be tasting yourself soon enough,” Shuji said as he wiped your juices on his hard dick

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cheesecake, smoke, and mirrors

Sanzu Haruchiyo X Fem!Reader / 8K

Whatever goes on between you and Bonten’s No. 2

. Idiots in love. A relationship that spans years—from Toman, to Kantou Manji, to Bonten. Slight NSFW. Please mind the tenses. .

You hear his voice for the first time in months. He calls you by your first name, like how he does whenever he’s in a good mood. Or, you think, when he sees another man at the bar, the lone customer in the otherwise empty shop at this hour of the night, caught smiling in the midst of your conversation. You tilt your head to try to hide the involuntary smile on your lips—away from the other man’s now curious eyes, flitting between you and him, at your attempt at ignoring this newcomer’s boring stare.

“Good evening, but I’m afraid we’re already closed for today.” This time, you don’t fight the grin on your face at the massive eye roll Haruchiyo throws your way, choosing to not play along as he proceeds to walk towards his usual booth. The man’s eyes now harden, like how people’s eyes go at the first whiff of potential trouble—oh, and what trouble does a Sanzu Haruchiyo not bring—but you’re quick to ease his worry away with a gentle shake of your head, your hands already busy preparing the usual.

No, you never close shop on Haruchiyo. This is an unspoken truth.

You make it your job to have the two men spend as little time as possible together in the same room, so you briefly turn your attention back to your friend at the bar.

“I’m sure you’ll enjoy this one as much as you liked the cheesecakes,” you say, sliding his purchase towards him. “I quite enjoyed it with coffee, myself.”

Time for you to go, goes your smile. He seems to take your cue and he stands.

“Grateful for your recommendation, always.” He is as cheerful and as genuine as he came, the warmth in his eyes never leaving yours. “And the lovely cakes, of course. I’ll see you again.”

He will see you again, you’re sure. Maybe in another night just like this, another midnight craving, he’d say. And you would indulge him, of course, if that’s what keeps him coming back. He’ll surely ask about this stranger who calls out your name and rolls his eyes like he knows you and you him, but this one you’ll keep to yourself. Haruchiyo’s got both arms draped over his seat, his head as heavy against the leather as are his eyes out the window, cutting away only momentarily when the man passes him by. You silently pray he does not kill him.

It would be such a waste to lose a customer.

You take your time cleaning up at the counter because you know he’s not going anywhere so soon. When his coffee finishes up, though, you promptly set everything aside and make your way to him. Nobody wants their coffee cold.

Does he ever wonder, too, whether you’re in a good or bad mood? Whether you’re simply going to get him his coffee and leave it at that this time, the only care you’d afford him for the night in the two, four hours he’d sit waiting in his booth; or, whether you’d stop and take your usual seat across from him, elbows propped on the clean table, flecks of midnight city lights dancing in your eyes—warm and inviting, uncaring of whatever blood that has smeared his own hands red?

He does not get the time to wonder because before he could even lift his cup to his lips you’re already slipping into the seat across. He does not get the time to wonder whether or not it’s ‘cause you’ve missed him, because even though you’re leaning forwards, arms crossed, your eyes are blank oh, but except for the almost imperceptible crease on your forehead, he sees it now; that look that you have when your mind has a question you don’t want to ask. Like, maybe, whether or not you got his coffee right.

He affords himself a single sip, allowing for the warmth to ease his throat, and then his whole body, before finally turning to you with an eyebrow raised.

“It’s good. It always is, what else would it be?” There it is, the humor in your eyes and on your lips, and he watches as you lightly shake your head, relaxing back into your seat, your arms now loosely crossed over your lap.

He finds it so silly, these invisible little worries that you have, but he indulges you all the same. You mirror the way his head had been against the leather, seemingly content at the sight of the speeding cars and flickering lights, as well as the space he carves around you in silence.

Neither of you say anything else.

He called you by your first name, too, that first time, back at your high school’s rooftop and you’d planned on going nowhere else but down below, twelve floors down, your head cracked open against the pavement.

You only turned to look because it was a voice so unfamiliar you seriously for a moment thought it was some spirit about to accompany you in your final moments. Or about to ferry you to the land of the dead and was making sure you got coins in your pocket for the boat ride, or whatever.

You knew of Akashi Haruchiyo not by choice; even if you had not been from the same homeroom class, anybody would’ve known of that pink-haired 3rd-year with the twin scars on his mouth and the look in his eyes that sliced open crowded hallways; who hung out with those biker guys from that other school, and so and so; who made Ayumi in your sophomore class cry when he ripped open her chocolates for him on Valentine’s the year before. Now what? you exhaled impatiently, why the hell is he here in the first place? And though half of you intended to ignore him, his eyes kept you unmoving and your one hand tied to the railing—the one thing tethering you to life and a step away from death.

‘Don’t jump. That shit gotta hurt.’

So deep in thought were you that you didn’t even notice when he’d entered thru the door, and he didn’t give you time to wonder how long he’d been there as he started walking towards the railing himself, effortlessly slinging a leg over, and then the other, standing alongside you then in this flimsy space between safe land and death. Unlike you, however, he had both hands deep in his pockets, searching for something—maybe he knew you needed coins—his entire body so casual against the railing he made it seem like he dangled his legs over skyscraper roofs for sport. This was already embarrassing and confusing as it was so you blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

‘What would you know?’

A cigarette, he needed a smoke and his light. He paused as he was about to light the stick in his mouth, his eyebrows creasing ever so slightly in the distance as if you’ve actually said something offensive.

‘Are you saying I gotta jump headfirst against raw pavement to know that bashing my head against raw pavement’s gotta hurt?’ There was almost incredulity in his monotone—which was in monotone, nonetheless.

You couldn’t think of any good comeback and you wanted him gone, but instead you watched in silence as he took his first whiff of smoke. He coughed, his shoulders shaking violently like it’s his first time smoking. As if reading your mind, he threw you a glance at the corner of his eye. ‘My throat’s been acting up. Got the flu.’

How stupid.

‘Well, that makes smoking right now all the worse.’

When he turned his head to fully look at you, death stick resting idly between his fingers, able to kill him but not giving it the power, his eyes told you he’d caught something very laughable, and even then he chose not to smile. Maybe that was power, too. ‘Yet I’m not the one about to bash my head against the ground twelve floors down.’

You didn’t want that humorless, taunting face to be the last thing you ever saw in your last moments alive, and it’s the indignation and bitterness that clogged up your throat like bile that cracked your words open when you did manage to find them.

‘Why don’t you just fuck off.’ You hated the blur in your vision, too.

He didn’t speak a single word for a long time, and it was then you thought you should just go for it. You didn’t care if he was seeing you like this; maybe you could let his face be the one to accompany you across the river, and maybe that wouldn’t have to be so bad.

‘What, can’t I watch?’

This audacity and the annoyance bubbling up inside you came welling down your cheeks and you hated, hated, hated every single thing that was happening. Why couldn’t the universe give you this one peace? Why did your legs suddenly feel so heavy? Why couldn’t you just fucking let yourself go, and what the hell would you even get out of giving this guy a big fat slap on one cheek before you finally did let yourself go?

‘There’s this place I know that’s got the best cheesecakes in town,’ his words very rudely cut across your thoughts. ‘You should have one at least before you die, I think.’

One thing you learned about Haruchiyo from that day onward was that he was crazy, in all the ways that there were, and in all the ways you would not have imagined. He stood unmoving against the railing until you did turn around and got your entire body to safety, very slowly; he hovered a few feet away as the both of you walked together downtown, towards said cheesecakes, your mind too numb to actually register the fact you were letting a stranger take you to an unknown place, down some dingy alley—and you’d decided that if he did plan on committing a crime, then you’d let him; and when he took the seat right next to you at the bar, you did not protest, and you learned to ignore the sound of the burly high schoolers and strangers greeting him—and his monotone responses, what else?—and on one or two occasions even sending a lewd comment your way—the way he ignored and kept his distance from what he must’ve deemed unworthy of his full attention.

Including you, it seemed, but that one you appreciated, except for when you did start taking bites of his famous cheesecake that he made it a point to let you know he was looking. You wanted to close your eyes and not give him the satisfaction of your admitting he was right, chewing oh, so slowly, reveling in the unfamiliar sweetness and the unexpected warmth spreading across your chest. Your cold, empty staring did not deter him, though, and it was getting uncomfortable after a while you finally had to turn to him, gritting your teeth.

‘It’s very good.’

That was the first time you ever witnessed Haruchiyo smile, or what of it you caught in the corners of his mouth and with his eyes already turned away. Not that you gave a damn, back then. It was fast and was barely even there, and you had half a mind to suspect he was actually making fun of you in secret.

But you felt warm and full. In the places you’d felt so empty.

‘I said stop following me,’ you’d said as you stopped in your tracks later on, turning around to chastise him head-on. You couldn’t see his face in the dark, but you knew he’d close the distance soon if you stood unmoving any longer.

‘I go this way, too,’ he called out his first ever lie calmly from a few feet away, and so you turned your head back, grumbling along as you started walking faster towards home. At the foot of your block, however, you decided to face him once again, this time half-running to finally give him that big, fat slap on his cheek.

You half-expected him to grab your hand or your arm or your head and throw you into the nearby trash bin, but he only stayed motionless, as if waiting for you to fully run out of breath—and you were breathing hard. You tried to formulate a string of words, anything, whatever you could come up with that could hurt him real bad; as bad as the gnawing feeling that had been there inside you and had not been able to get rid of. Would never ever get rid of.

Instead, your words found you.

‘You’re fucking obnoxious. Anybody told you that, huh?’ You felt like crying at the child-like flavor that coated your anger, and how goddamn awful. He should be laughing, you thought, except he only turned to look you in the eyes again, with nary displeasure nor humor in his gaze; his face devoid of much else except the then-blooming red on one cheek.

‘I’ve been told worse.’

The next day, he wasn’t in any of your classes as was normal. So you went back to the rooftop, you had no idea why, and when you found him on the floor half-asleep and not over the ledge, you slammed the door shut so hard you half-hoped it made him angry. It was only about a month later that you—still alive—bought a slice of Cozy Corner cheesecake on a whim, brought it up the rooftop where you knew he would be and held it right in front of his face.

‘Take it,’ you mumbled. It took him a moment before he was inching his head around the box to fix his droopy eyes on you.

‘Is it poisoned?’ You promptly rolled your eyes, almost missing the amused curl of his scars.

He didn’t crush his cake like you’d feared, the first of many Cozy Corner cheesecakes you witnessed him never crushing. Not in front of you, not ever.

‘Why can’t I be like you, then,’ you’d asked out of the blue, though it was really more a suggestion than a question. You’d learned to drop niceties around him a long time ago and he’d let you. Had allowed you to speak your own mind while keeping your dignity and your head intact. Unlike some people.

‘Be like what.’ This did not mean he was above playing dumb, however, or playing you dumb when he thought it seemed fit—which was never, in your opinion.

’Take me with you. Let me be in your gang, or whatever. I don’t know.’ And you really didn’t know, and you were aware that your answer was a non-answer, and you tried your best to not let the weakness seep out, because, whether it was in your world or his, you knew of the dangers that came with showing weakness.

You took comfort in the fact that he found you hard to read when you did make an attempt, as when you would find him hard to read, too, whenever he decided to play along. And, between you and him, it became this little game where neither of you really kept score, and so how, and when, would it ever end? This time, though, he caught your eye and made sure you knew he wasn’t playing.

You took comfort, too, in the fact he’d let you see beyond the smoke and mirrors when it did matter.

‘You’re not made to hurt.’

You don’t realize you’ve lost yourself in another memory, once again, until you catch the tall shadow creeping from your side. You cup your own mouth just in time, however, even though the shock that rocked your shoulders made him jolt an inch away in surprise, just as well.

“Oh.” You exhale in relief, laughing a little at the image of him with both hands up right in front of you. “You scared me.” And he might’ve found it funny, too, if it wasn’t for the genuine flash of terror in your eyes.

He narrows his gaze at you for a moment.

“If I were an actual burglar I’d have robbed your entire shop clean by now.” You’re about to open your mouth and explain that you’re simply not used to seeing him anywhere else in the shop but in his usual booth, much less at the counter like now, but you catch the subtle shake of his head, the peculiar way he lets the pads of his fingers drum lightly along the table he’s walking alongside of—some unspoken of idiosyncrasy, not unlike when people let their hands brush over leaves along a bushy sidewalk—and decide it’s too much energy to exert.

You sigh. “Need anything?”

He hadn’t shown his face in two months, had not contacted you, except for that one random text at 1AM two weeks in; a simple proclamation that, indeed, he’d left his lighter at your place, that other day you weren’t even home and he’d allowed himself in with his own set of keys. A fact you did not know what to do with and so simply ignored, or, at least, tried to, in the coming days and weeks that had been devoid of him. It’s been four nights now since he started coming back again; at some point, he’s told you of a small favor that Haitani Ran had been meaning to ask.

There’s a momentary lapse before you hear his answer. “I want coffee.”

You blink. “Of course.” You realize that Haruchiyo’s eyes naturally make him look as if he is so damn tired of the world, even when he doesn’t try. Not that anybody, least of all him, would ever have any good reason to try to look tired when they aren’t. But then, also, is he not, actually? So damn tired of the world? “Is there anything else?”

“Join me.”

You attempt to decipher what is behind this nonchalance. “Was that all?”

“Yes, and we’re eating.”

“Okay, but what—“ he’s already in the process of getting back to his seat and so has to abruptly turn on his heel to face you again, his entire face looking so totally over your silly little questions by now. Well, he better get used to it. “So, what are you having?”

“Whatever you’re having. Whatever you think is good.”

You lament the fact that you don’t have anything spicy on the menu to spite him with, but then you also realize the very trust he places on, not just any person, but you, to not put poison on his food, and instantly, you begrudgingly start to feel bad about your brief, mean thought. He will have your cheesecake, then—his second best cheesecake in the world.

He only takes the flowers out when you finally approach his table, food tray in hand. You raise an eyebrow in question, but all he does is keep his eyes out of the window as if this were any normal. His face doesn’t tell you much else, and when he does look at you, though, he makes an obvious effort to try not to care.

“The Haitani send their love.”

Haruchiyo isn’t sweet—why would you even assume?—but Haitani Ran is, apparently. But also thoughtful and likes to be kept in the good graces of people he’ll potentially have use for at any point in the future.

“The older one—short-haired, brushed back—in case you forgot whose face got which. A Thank You for his little favor the other day.”

“I know which one’s Ran, Haru. Whether I wanted to or not.”

“Good.” His smile is sweet, but only in that particular way you know it is when his actual sentiment is anything but. “I’d tell him that and that’d make his day.”

“Of course. Do tell him I appreciate the flowers. Even though I’m not so into flowers myself.”

He scoffs. “That’s what I told him.”

And you latch on…maybe because you did miss him a little.

“Let him know I would take care of them, though. It’s not everyday you get a bouquet of—“ you squint, trying to figure out what kind they are, but giving up at the same moment— “tulips…from anybody. Much less Haitani Ran, himself.”

It’s on a late afternoon, two days later, when he surprises you and your usual daytime patrons when he arrives, standing tall and imposing at your doorway. Your knee-jerk anxiety makes you grab your little pocket knife at the sound of door chimes violently jangling, and when you look up and see Sanzu’s grave, unreadable face, the anxiety flattens out to something that of relief—more akin to…excitement?—only to surge once again at the fact because, surely, there must’ve been some sort of emergency for Haruchiyo himself to be seeing you so adamantly at such an unconventional hour; but then you also cannot, for the life of you, figure out an emergency you would actually care about in your life that was outside of him. But then here he is, not giving you any more time to think, as he takes in long, unwavering strides straight towards the counter, eyes dead set on you and uncaring of much else—not the heavy, curious glares of onlookers; not the late daytime sun shining light on him and allowing the world to bear witness; not the poor man at the edge of his seat along the aisle who gets his face hit by the harsh flapping of his coat... And you think of those goons in action movies who come barreling towards the screen like the other person owes them money—and they usually do—ready to pull their gun out at the right moment and bring an end to it all.

And before you can even comprehend, figure out what you might owe him, he stops right in front of you, already reaching inside his coat, pulling out a small bouquet of flowers. Another kind you can’t name, another you’re not supposed to care about, because Haruchiyo most likely has no idea, either. Still, he’s looking at you, eyebrows pinched, like this one thing could actually make or break something no matter how dead-tired he might be of the world, and you think that maybe the meaning lies less in what it is he has in his hand than the mere fact that the matter have taken up space in his mind. That you have taken up space…

He clears his throat, breaking eye contact for a second only to gesture to the obvious item he grips in one hand.

“Something to replace your tulips with.” In front of you sat your non-tulips, oblivious and very much not needing any replacement anytime soon.

“It’s that one,” you’d pointed it out once, flinging an arm over his side of the car and hitting his nose in the process.

“Would you mind?” he snarled, clutching the wheel in one hand, nursing his sore nose with the other, though he knew you were barely paying attention. You couldn’t even be bothered to look away, and he had to quickly roll his window up to keep your head from poking out in full. You were very clearly unperturbed.

“Nice, isn’t it? Nobody lives there right now but sadly, it’ll be occupied soon.” You had to roll your eyes at the suspicious glance out of the corner of his eye. “I’ve asked around, of course.”

He finally spared the house his precious attention without losing sight of the road. You stared at the side of his face, awaiting his reaction. There wasn’t a hint disapproval, but neither was there excitement, not like yours, but he allowed for a detour just to get you both a closer look.

“This shit is big, huh,” he said under his breath. “Kinda big.”

It wasn’t really, you thought, well, not as big as he’s making out to be, but you figured you knew what he meant, and before he could even say anything about living in a house too big—and big enough for a family—for a girl who lived on her own, you spoke up:

“Maybe, but you know, it’s the one spacious house I’ve seen in my life and thought I’d never feel alone in this one.”

He narrowed his eyes at the stupid smile you kept on your face, genuine and unexpected, and decided to say nothing more. He knew you were in no mood to listen, anyway.

In the light of the 6AM sun, Haruchiyo’s face was a picture of peace, a reality you weren’t prepared to contend with. A reality that had you inching your fingers closer, just to see if it’s true. If it had all been true.

Between your legs, your heart throbbed, and while the pain that drove you to tears the night before had now dulled to a soft ache, a new kind of discomfort twinged at the pit of your stomach, a pleasant one, but discomforting, all the same. A discomfort unfurling warmly across your chest and up your neck, where the sting of his bite stubbornly thrived; a soft current that set off the places where his hands had been, the hidden pits and valleys you hadn’t even known you wanted explored by someone else. And explore them, he did. In ways you could not have known one could’ve done so, in ways that had you fighting back tears, whispering secret prayers into the tangles of his hair, into his mouth, into the hollow of your palm as you tried to restrain back screams you felt the world had no use hearing. Screams he was able to extricate, all the same.

A discomfort that had you involuntarily rubbing your legs, but also whimpering silently into your pillow in hollowness and shame, because you knew that this was merely a moment of weakness. All of it had been. A truth that he, too, would admit the moment he opened his eyes and acknowledged the bedroom he had no business being in, the bed he had no reason sharing with you—if he hadn’t already thought so even before then, had not known it at the initial discarding of clothes, at the initial rubbing of arms and knees, at your doorstep where he’d leaned in close and murmured, in a joking manner, that this was the part where he kissed you Goodnight.

A line that you hadn’t meant to cross; a line that, nevertheless, you’d feared one of you might cross one day, could crack long-standing implicit agreements about what one could and could not do with the other. Stupid, stupid agreements that kept the two of you from disrupting the one—what?

What was he to you and what were you to him?

You swallowed your quiet breathing—as well as the longing that carved you whole—when you felt him stir under your faint touch, realization hitting you as your fingers instinctively shrunk back. You lowered your eyes, looking away from the subtle creasing of his forehead, like something had disturbed his inner peace—a peace you had been, until that very moment, content on simply touching with your eyes. In a few moments more, you’d get up, put your own clothes on, and wait for him in your living room. Wait for things to settle and go back to how they all had been.

Like they always do.

You carefully turned your back so you weren’t facing him anymore, closing your eyes.

The shifting you felt on his side of the bed was so un-careful you knew he wasn’t fully awake yet and so made no attempt to be cautious. There was no…effort to be delicate, to be hush-hush so as to avoid waking you up and possibly, awkwardly meeting each other in the eye in your full-naked state, shielded only by a single sheet you shared, and unfiltered by half-awareness and pleasure in the daylight this time. There was no effort to be subtle, in the same way that there was also no intention to hurt, judging by the careful manner he swept aside your tangle of hair that had gathered around your neck. The drowsy, half-aware, and yet fully certain way he enclosed an arm around you, his hand digging underneath where your belly met the plush of your bed. A cold arm and a cold body, warmed only by the electricity he’d once again set off where your skins met and molded into one.

‘—A little longer. Please,’ you heard him mumble. In a voice you would not have heard if his face wasn’t buried into the space his mouth had coveted at the base of your neck.

He was the first person you’ve ever told about what you’d wanted to do with your life. You were both eighteen and he was in a gang called Kantou Manji, and yours was really more like the least likely of all things that would’ve made you want to kill yourself, you joked.

It was gonna be your last ever cigarette, you’d declared out in the air, and though it was a habit you picked up from him, he had no plans to stop you. Instead, he pocketed the stick he was about to light, took your lit one with his cold, careful fingers without bothering for permission, inhaled his first nicotine for the evening, and eased into a smile. There wasn’t much light that reached your apartment building’s rooftop, though what little blur of neon that did was enough to illuminate the then-blooming purple high on his left cheek, just right below his eye.

It had become a source of contention the night before, this harsh bruise, when he came to your place unannounced again, his face a mix of bloody and annoyed and nonchalant. As you shuffled him messily towards your bathroom that barely fit two people, you’d kept your mouth shut, worry and anxiety and exasperation simmering helplessly into a fuming, boiling mix of poison right until you’d mustered the composure to ask, ’So, are you gonna let me in on what in bloody hell happened this time? Or are you gonna leave me in the dark, again?’

To which his only, unemotional response was, ‘You’re better off not knowing.’

“So, what comes after the coffee shop?”

“What?”

He had taken a moment to breathe in, and then out, letting the smoke slowly drape over his skin. “I said, what happens after you’ve done what you’ve set out to do?”

“I don’t know,” you answered honestly. “Get me a place in Roppongi, I suppose. You know, there’s this place I’d already been eyeing.” The chill in the air was punctuated only by the icy point where your fingers met as he passed your cigarette back to you. “And then, well…and then there would be every day to think about after, I guess; make sure I make people’s coffee just right, make sure I don’t piss any customer off. That kind of thing.”

“Hm.”

There was a long pause and you figured he might be deep in thought. But then this was also Haruchiyo, so it was sometimes hard to tell.

“What do you mean, ‘Hm’?”

“Get married? Have kids, and shit?” You thought he sounded amused, even though his voice was low and held zero perceptible emotion. “What about it.”

Big life questions were nothing new in your realm of conversations, but then Haruchiyo also had the knack of bringing up the most otherwise normal queries at the strangest times. This time, his question caught you unprepared, not because you had no answer but simply by the fact that the topic was even broached in the first place and by him.

“You know, go on vacations, spend New Years together, big house, and all that,” he went on, as if to clarify. Were you simply imagining the subtle mocking that laced his tone? “I don’t know; it’s what people normally want.”

“Is that what you want?”

His smile was a cross between amused and elusive. “I’m the one asking the questions here.”

You sighed. A part of you had, at the back of your head, always decided that there was nothing ever in it for him whenever he asked you questions like this, so what was the point of being honest? “I don’t know; I never thought about it. Most likely not.”

There was a brief silence after your answer, which gave you the space to really chew on your actual thoughts on the matter a little bit more—a silence he’d allowed by his simple inaction, alone; by his mere gazing into the distance as he held on to your cigarette a little longer you knew his head was somewhere else. Was perhaps thinking of something else. You made no move to take the cigarette from him, as if implicitly conceding that it was, indeed, still your turn to answer.

“I imagine it would have to be such a pain having to constantly care—worry—about someone, you know? Just someone, because I don’t ever want kids. And even just that? Marrying, being with this one person for the rest of my life? I don’t think I’d ever.”

“Really, now.”

You shrugged, lightly shaking your head even though you knew he wasn’t looking. “Hard to imagine. Even then, it would have to be with someone I really, really like. Someone I wanna be with.”

He granted you the same space, the same silence that had you thinking, considering, once again, whether you actually meant what you said; except, this time, he’s the one who broke it.

“Well, do you? Have someone you like?”

You only half-hoped your extended silence had the same infuriating effect on him. By now, it seemed that your part in the cigarette-sharing had been altogether forgotten.

“Yes, actually. There is someone.”

He didn’t speak for a long time, until, finally, he’s pressing your cigarette out on the small space of concrete wall between you and him.

“A lucky guy.”

In retrospect, your last ever cigarette had actually been his.

This one bit did not exactly come out of nowhere, and yet this one, too, like most things you learn about him, felt like something that was plucked out off a sea of truths and half-truths, with no real logical precedent, no real good reason for them to be spoken out into the world other than that he knew there was no one to actually listen, nor care. Or, maybe, it was exactly because there was someone who did listen and did care.

‘I do. I panic all the time.’ It was in the middle of an entire bucket or two at your usual hour. It had been a long day, or a long week, and you both agreed the occasion warranted alcohol in place of the usual caffeine. Maybe it was the lowered inhibitions, maybe he was just in an over-sharing mood, perhaps both, but you’d found it easier to ask him questions, then: unimportant ones, silly ones, like had Mikey ever told him whose cheesecakes he liked best?—the answer was ‘Yours,’ even though his unserious smile made it hard for you to believe—or, had he ever thought of jumping off your high school building’s rooftop, too, those many years ago?

You forget how the conversation had veered towards the topic of fear, but then there you were, scoffing at his answer to a question you’d already forgotten why you even asked. Like a lot of things with Haruchiyo, at some point, you stopped caring what it’s about; so long as it was about him. So long as it was him.

‘I find that very hard to believe.’ You tried to shake your head, but even with your head already resting heavy against the backrest, you still had to close your eyes to keep the room from swaying. Haruchiyo had constantly warned you so many times about being a light-weight—had threatened to not come to your rescue if the time ever came—but at that time, as always, you knew you were safe.

‘What, that I got something I fear?’

You opened your eyes. ‘There: panic and fear. You’re confusing two things.’ His head rested just as heavy, too, against his seat, and he mirrored your world’s sideways tilt as if to keep up on the same page. ‘You might fear for your own life, that could be a constant thing. But you don’t panic at every single moment thinking it’s gonna be your last. It’s not…the kind of fear so debilitating you end up acting on pure instinct, without thinking of what to do next at all. You get me?’

‘Ah.’ There’s a brief glimmer of awareness in his eyes; he seemed to genuinely think about it for a moment, but then groaned, suddenly seemingly tired. ’Sure.’

‘I am well aware you’re human. I know you feel fear, too.’

As if deciding then and there he’d given up on semantics altogether, he simply shrugged, gaze casted towards the half-muted window scenery, eyes and himself seemingly somewhere else, if it weren’t for the light, casual bumping of your knees under the table.

‘Panic…Yeah, that’s what I meant. Like that one time…’

Your head tried to keep up, feeling like he’s mixing up words again. But then, he plucked up another—another to help you swim by, or sink, you couldn’t decide.

‘That time at the rooftop I blurted out your name without thinking. Very impolite of me to be so over-familiar, wasn’t it?’

“That man is married with three kids,” he says to no one in particular. Judging by the hour and the otherwise emptiness of the shop, however, it’s really meant for no one else but you.

“Which man?” Even though you know. You both know that you do but he indulges you all the same.

“Cheesecake guy. Guy who buys two of every fucking item on your menu. Like he plans on overdosing his entire family on sugar, and get away with it.”

“Oh, yeah?” You place your fork down at the same instant he raises a hand to drink his water, only to hover on the identical glasses now sitting side-by-side, as if for a moment debating which glass had been yours, which was his. You easily make the decision for him by inching the correct glass a little forward. “Good for him.”

Around you, he barely has to fully form an expression to let you know what he’s thinking. This time, he only has to quirk the side of his mouth a little to convey sarcasm. “Family guy easing your outlook on families, now?”

“I meant good for him; he decides how he goes.”

Haruchiyo has the strangest ways of conveying that he likely would not be very pleased with you ceasing to exist; much less with the idea of you allowing yourself to cease to be. He doesn’t respond right away, and when you finally spare him a glance, you notice that the humor in his eyes are gone. Not serious, not yet; it’s been a pleasant conversation otherwise, so far, and he hasn’t even made his point known.

You refrain from saying another word before he does, because whatever it is he’s trying to get at, he will get to it in peace when you do give him peace.

“Good for business, ain’t he? Gotta keep him around.”

You shrug. “I got many other customers.”

“Exactly, right? Do they all know you’ve extended closing time ‘till midnight? Or was he the only one who got the memo?”

“He lives down the street and has been a very good customer. I can make exceptions when I want to.”

He makes no visible reaction while he sips his coffee, taking his own sweet time downing the bitter drink. A bitterness that colors the tiny smile he directs at his own cup afterward. “I guess I should feel honored, then,” he mumbles, detached, only to blink the next moment as if another, better thought crosses his mind. “On second thought, I shouldn’t, should I?”

You realize you’ve been toying with the icing of your cake this whole time, so you take a tiny slice into your mouth in an attempt at normalcy. You realize, too, that he hasn’t taken a single bite of his cinnamon puff, himself, a fact that momentarily prickles your annoyance because you hate, hate it when people waste the food you prepared. But you hold your tongue, and your displeasure, in check; if this is intentional, you’ll have to tell him off; if it isn’t and he’s simply distracted, well…that’s a totally different matter by its own, the upsetting nature of which you don’t have the energy to dwell on now.

“I’m not gonna off him, just so you know,” he says, bringing you out of your head. “So, don’t worry.”

“I’m not worried; you have no reason to.”

His eyes turn cold. “I don’t need any reason to have someone killed.”

You mirror the coldness in his gaze, supplementing his tone with a hostility that blocked off light. “If that is a threat, I need you to know I have no good reason to even attempt to stop you and beg for my own life, so feel free—“

“I said no fucking thing.” He seethes, and you have to break your gaze from the genuine anger that flashes between his eyes.

Anger that he breaks out of just as easily; a stand-still where neither of you move, wary of what the next moment might bring. It’s you who breaks the silence, of course, and you attempt to not dwell on the newfound realization that, between you and him, you are the weaker one.

“What are you even trying to get at?”

You know what he’s trying to get at, you both know that you do, and yet you need him to spell it out for you because one day, he’s there, mindlessly holding you close by the waist as you walk down a darkened alley; and the next day, he disappears, comes back another night with dried-up blood and detachment in his eyes. And then some days, he’s in your bed, holding you like for once, he’s found something of the world he never ever wants to be rid of, and did you actually think that caring could only be solidified by actual, spoken words? That you could both implicitly agree to a relationship—an arrangement—where neither of you got hurt?

It’s like wearing a second skin, whenever he looks at you, and it warms your cheeks realizing that nothing has ever felt so familiar. Even so, you don’t want it now, as you try to steady your gaze—and your voice—at an empty spot on the table, past your half-eaten cake, past the trembling fingers you do your best to hide inside your fist.

He hates, hates it, too, when you absently dig into your palms with your nails they form bruises you never allow him to see—a fact you only remember when you feel his fingers prying your own hands open, slowly, like he’s absently doing it, too, before he lets go, pulls his arm back, detaching from your bubble and back into his seat, eyes once again staring hard into the silent scenery out of the window, dead-set on moving past this one, brief deviation from the harshness of his current temperament, as if it’s not meant to be acknowledged at all, because he’s done it in the past and he’ll keep doing it still. Because he’ll keep being here. Because you’ll always want to keep him here.

And what would be the point of celebrating what he intends to do—what he intends to be—over and over?

He opens his mouth as if to speak, but then sighs before he does so, his eyes refusing to come back to you. “That nice house uphill you said you liked is yours now.” He spares you a quick glance, and no more. “I talked to someone. Nobody got killed, trust me.”

You take a long moment to make sense of what he’s trying to say, to decide whether or not that’s even an answer to your question—and what was it you asked, anyway?—because, right now, he seems to be talking about a matter so far removed from the current tension in the room. You try to make sense of the nonchalance, too, the very casual way he’s telling you about how he knew of this friend—not a criminal—this friend who’d arranged it so you’ll only have your usual monthly rent payment scheme to cover the cost.

“That’s not how buying houses work.“ You try to come up with the right words that won’t feel as if you’re speaking to a child. “What—Whatever happened to down payment? What the hell are you saying?”

He shrugs. “I told you, I knew a friend.” It’s all you can do not to stare at him dumbly, as you try to find an answer even as he’s reaching a hand inside his coat pocket, fishing out a set of keys. “So, you can move in immediately whenever you want.”

Somehow, your irritation sparks anew. All of it. The fact that he’s giving you this one thing like he’s meant to be giving you all the things that made you happy, over and over, with no real intent behind them other than he can; the fact that he did not forget that one detail you’d told him about, and then never brought up again, on an unremarkable night many, many years back; the fact that he’s never, to this day, ever told you anything about how he was actually the one who managed to secure this place for you all those years ago and in secret, a fact you only learned by accident not too long ago; a little thing he’s kept from you, well-aware that you would’ve refused it, in the first place, and hated his guts, too, if you did find out. Which you did without his knowing, and some days, it kills you a little, not knowing what he must’ve done exactly to get you what you want; knowing of the debt that he never even brings up, so, technically, he doesn’t really have anything to hold over you—to claim you (or anything that’s yours) as his.

It pisses you off, all the same. It pisses you off that you’re always left to find meaning in the gestures that he makes, in secret or not, and you only realize how tiring it’s all been, all the second-guessing.

“I don’t need you to do things for me.”

“I’m not giving you shit for free. You’ll pay for it yourself, of course.” In the most ordinary of circumstances, his ill temper would’ve made you laugh. “Duh.”

You regret the slight tremble that seeped out of your words even before you spoke them.

“Why do you keep me around?”

For the first time tonight, his face becomes tinged with weariness; a dimming fire, casting what little light on the genuine hurt that hides behind his eyes. “I’m not keeping you around,” he says, very quietly, to himself and to no one in particular. But then, there is only you within the little space he occupies.

You both let the quiet stretch on too thinly, until, at long last, the brief sound of metal clinking against glass grates in your ears.

“All yours now, if you like.” You watch as he inches the set of keys to you across the table, stopping only when metal brushes your fingers. “Big house. Big enough for a family.” The little smile you catch is strained, now lacking in bite, and surprisingly genuine. There is a joke in there that you catch, a secret one between you and him he knows you’d get. A joke that stings your eyes, all the same.

“No family.” Even now, at this moment, you feel it’s only proper you correct him. “Just the one person I like.”

You don’t feel the second skin on you this time, while you keep your sight low and anywhere else but him; as he keeps his on the irrelevant scenery outside, like this is the one thing he’s not prepared to look directly in the eye. “Got anyone, then?”

A silence that you can’t help but hope has the same infuriating effect on him; a silence you’d have to break yourself, either way. “Yes, there is someone. Only one there ever was.”

You don’t look up even as he finally settles his gaze on you, afraid of what you might see. Still, you’ve made up your mind. You wait a few more moments before you're slowly pushing the keys back towards him.

“Get yourself a copy; I’ll take them after.”

Your fingers don’t touch, but neither of you make any move to detach your knees that rest idly against each other under the table.

@sanzu-sanzu-sanzu 🕷

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buccini555 · 1 year

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✮ 𝑭𝒕. 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒛𝒖 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒚𝒐

𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 — 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨

✮ x y/n!

✮ Your boyfriend confesses that he is ashamed of his scars, but you try to show him how beautiful he is, despite his scars.

Haruchiyo can be quite reserved at times and even though you've been together for a considerable time, Sanzu keeps trying to keep you from having to deal with the scars on his lips, so he spends a lot of time trying to hide them from your view.

Despite his insecurity, he doesn't stop giving you breathtaking kisses, however, always after a kiss he apologizes for having to deal with those scars that he considers horrible and this time, it was no different.

— I'm s-sorry, I...

You interrupt the taller one, who just remains silent.

— There's no reason for you to hide your scars from me, Haru!

You exclaim while gently smiling, removing the bangs that cover Sanzu's face a little.

— I'm really ashamed of those… scars. Haruchiyo puts his hand over his mouth in order to hide the marks.

— You shouldn't be ashamed, your scars are just a charm.

You hold his hand and smile, trying to reassure him with his appearance.

— Y/n?

The one with the pink hair directs his eyes to you, you can't help but notice that his beautiful eyes were filling with tears.

— Are you well?

Right after questioning Sanzu, you hug him tightly.

— Do you really find me... attractive?

He looks away, still embarrassed.

- Yes! You are perfect exactly the way you are! I wouldn't love you any less because of your scars, on the contrary, I love this, just like I love everything about you!

You respond immediately and you hug even tighter.

— Thank you, Baby.

Subtly, he held your face and gives you another kiss.

— You are much more than perfect...

He says right after the brief kiss before returning to kiss you again.

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bluerskiees · 1 year

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Dating Bonten!Sanzu Haruchiyo <3

The pink haired guy— Hanse from Victon :)

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haitaniplug · 2 years

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FAVOUR PRETTY PLEASE

sanzu x fem!reader

summary: sanzu needs a favour & you need a ride to your party.

content: 18+ mdni , horny!sanzu , hand job , hair pulling , nipple play , oral (m) , riding , dirty talk, sanzu is 19, reader is 18.

can't believe im fuckin' doing this shit. sanzu thought as he knocked on senju's door. he knew you were inside there because you had came over whilst senju was at martial arts class. she had left this afternoon around 4PM.

an hour or so later, you had rang the doorbell and takeomi let you inside, telling you to wait in senju's room. sanzu watched from the kitchen as you carried a duffel bag inside and headed straight upstairs, only making brief eye contact with sanzu.

"what's she in here for?" sanzu asked takeomi who was on the couch, lighting his cigarette. "dunno, probably a sleepover or something."

sanzu groaned out loud, he hated senju's friends over. you were sort of an exception. you would always give him fuck me eyes whenever you both made eye contact. he swear he saw them, each time he walked past senju's room whenever you were over, you would be staring at him.

he shook the thoughts aside though and headed straight for his room. on the way there, senju's door was wide open and you were on her bed, facing downwards as you were reading some sort of english text book. he recgonised that textbook from school, when he was in your grade, he had studied that book too.

so you were doing homework? that's responsible of you. but his eyes trailed downwards— only naturally of him. you were wearing a skirt, not particuarly short, but he could see your inner thigh from the way you were laid out on the bed. and from the thigh, his gaze travelled higher and he saw the black short shorts you wore underneath.

his breath hitched when he realised he was being a pervert and continued to walk past senju's room and into his own. the entire time he was in his room, all he thought about was you. your body just looked so soft, his fingertips were tingling at the thought of just carressing your body.

fuck he was getting hard. he tried to think of something disgusting like, granny titties, but the thought quickly changed, what did your titties look like? sanzu groaned into his pillow— he shouldn't be thinking of his younger sisters best friend like this.

but lust quickly clouded his thoughts as he stood up from his bed and found himself walking towards senju's room. the door was still wide open, but he knocked anyways to get your attention.

you turned around and removed a earbud from your ear, "yes?" you shifted from your lying down position to sitting up, patting the spot on senju's bed next to you. sanzu inhaled sharply before entering the room, shutting the door behind him.

"i need you to do me a favour." sanzu said as he sat down next to you. you raised your brow, "depends on the favour." sanzu grabbed your hand and placed it on his erection. your eyes widened feeling how hard it was.

"holy shit." was your only response. "is this cause of me?" you said with a sly smirk on your face, fingers tracing shapes softly over his cock hidden inside his sweats.

"yes." a sharp exhale escaped his lips as you pressed harder against it. "so what do you want me to do?" you looked at him under your lashes and he cursed mentally. those were the fuck-me eyes you always sent him. he knew he wasn't hallucinating.

"isn't it fuckin' obvious?" he said sharply and you shook your head. "no it's not. i need you tell me what you want sanzu. gotta use your big boy words."

he hated this so much. why were you so extra? sanzu brought his fingers up to his temple, rubbing them in thought before pulling away and making eye contact with you. "i want to fuck you." he made sure every syllable got to your head as he spoke clearly.

a grin formed on your face and you removed your last ear bud, "can you repeat that? i couldn't hear you?"

this bitc-

"you're so fucking annoying."

"i know," you smiled before sitting up on the bed, properly facing him this time. "but if im going to do this, i need you to do me a favour."

"what do you want? if its money then no."

you rolled your eyes, "im not a prostitute haru." sanzu looked you up and down and gave you a suggestive look making you gasp, "rude!"

"i was just playin' calm down." he grabbed your arm to make sure you stayed in place, "but seriously, tell me your favour."

"you need to drive me and senju to this party tonight." party? "fuck no." sanzu responded and you rolled your eyes, "then no action for you. have fun with that," you pressed your palm flat on his erection making him hiss. "okay- shit stop doing." he removed your hand placed it on your own lap. "okay, i'll drive you. that all?"

"i can have more things?"

"no."

"okay then that's all." you shrugged, "you in or?"

sanzu took a moment to think about it. was he really about to waste his evening to be an uber driver to two annoying girls? "what time is this party?"

"like um," you paused your sentence to bring out your phone, scrolling through your messages, "like 9pm. we will come home at like 11 maybe."

"fuck no. that's way too late." sanzu shook his head, his protective brother side coming out and you scoffed, "it's not a big deal."

"im not dealing with two drunk girls at 11 fucking pm. no."

"it's not just two.” you held two fingers out, “me senju and two more people. they're from our class."

as if that fucking helps anything. sanzu scoffs "im not a fucking taxi driver, drive yourself."

"i don't have my license dip shit, i can't! cmon a favour for a favour. pretty please." you stuck your bottom lip out in an obviously fake pout. sanzu leaned back, resting his back on the bed as he brought his hands over his eyes.

you watched as he seemed to be thinking about your preposition. "sanzu, you need something, i need something, i think it's a fair deal." you shrugged, "if anything, i think the deal on my part is worse. im letting you use me, whilst i just want to use your car."

sanzu sat up from the bed, "okay fine. but you're coming home at 10."

"11."

"10:30."

"11:15."

you and sanzu held a glaring contest. your eyes narrowed as you stared at him. eventually he sighed , "fine. 10:55. take it or leave it,"

"fine whatever." you stood up from the bed and headed towards the door. "you coming?" you asked as he was still sat on senju's bed.

"where are you going?"

"to your room. i'm not fucking my best friends brother on my best friends bed. that's just evil,"

sanzu shrugged before standing up, shutting the door behind him. he grabbed your hand and led you to his room, locking the door as he entered.

"okay make this fast." you removed your skirt and your shorts underneath, laying flat on your back on his bed. "not like you'd last long anyways."

"you got a huge mouth on you y'know that right?" sanzu stepped forward and grabbed your ankles, tugging you forward so you were at the edge of the bed. he reached underneath his waist band and pulled his cock out, "time to shut you up."

you looked up at him, before sighing. grabbing the base of his cock, you stroked it. "can't believe im doing this shit," you mumbled as you stroked it. "too mouthy yn." sanzu ripped your hand off his cock and took control, placing it at the entrance of your lips, "open it."

you rolled your eyes, opening your mouth and winced as he shoved it inside, instantly hitting the back of your throat. you tapped on his thigh, trying to tell him to let up but he ignored you. "you're mouth is so hot- shit." sanzu started to thrust inside and you closed your eyes to stop the tears from flowing.

you felt some of his precum drip down your throat and you impulsivly swallowed making him shiver as your throat closed up so tight around his tip. "don't do that." he laughed cold heartedly as he pulled out, leaving just the tip in before thrusting inside again, making you choke loudly.

you opened your eyes to glare at him from where you were knelt. sanzu pouted before running his fingers along your cheekbones. "don't stare at me like that, it's turning me on."

although you couldn't speak, you managed to muffle out, "fuck you."

sanzu pressed his cock impossibly deeper down your throat making the tears finally fall down your face. "rememeber who's in charge here."

you nodded, now finally being the submissive pet sanzu wanted from the start. sanzu smiled and lightly slapped your cheek as he pulled out, watching your hands instantly go to your throat as you coughed. "that was so uncalled for." you tried to sound aggressive but your voice was hoarse, almost like you had lost it.

"try talk back to me sounding like that, its comedic." sanzu laughed and pushed your shoulders down onto the bed, making you lay flat. "arms up," you did as he said as he removed your shirt, reaching underneath you to undo your bra.

"so this is what they look like." he fondled with your breasts before leaning down and taking your nipple into his mouth. you hissed softly as he started to suck on it, you watched as his saliva stained your breast and he sucked on it greedily.

he moved to your other nipple, his fingers playing with the one he just sucked. you squirmed underneath him as the sensation was too much. you’d never been shown this much attention on your breasts alone.

sanzu sat up between your legs, removing his shirt and your hands reached out and ran your hands down his chest. there was faint abs, not that obvious but you could feel them as if they were detailedly drawn on.

sanzu pinned your hands above your head. “did i say you can touch?” you shook your head and he smiled, leaning down he pressed his lips against yours. you tilted your head to the side and parted your lips as you felt his tongue prodding at your bottom lip. his tongue entered your mouth and instantly came into contact with yours.

it was messy. messy and you liked it. your thighs closing around sanzus body as he was on top of you. sanzu pulled away from the kiss and pulled his cock out, rubbing his length along your clothed cunt.

“you ready?” he asked and you nodded, “yes— please hurry.” your voice was whiny as you lifted your hips up to make his tip rub against your pussy. sanzu gripped both of your hips, pressing them into the bed to stop you from doing that.

“dripping already?” his hands slid down and pulled down your panties, revealing your soaking cunt. his fingers teased your clit. you let out a soft gasp as his fingers only just brushed against your clit. “sanzu—hurry.” you rolled your hips onto his fingers for more friction but he slapped your thigh, “i said stop.”

his gaze travelled back to your pussy, eyes widening as he saw how easy his finger slid inside you. with his finger fully lubricated in your juices, sanzu slid in and out of you easily. you started to get louder with your moans, bringing your hands up to your face to cower in embarrassment.

sanzu angles his finger upward, pressing directly into your g spot. inhaling sharply, you clenched around his fingers. sanzu takes note of this and continuously brushes his fingers against that exact spot. your moans growing louder, panting heavier.

annoyance fled through you as it was getting too much to handle. you hips stuttered from the sensation but sanzu held you in place, making you take it. “haru— i can’t—.”

“you can and you will.” he said and added another finger, pressing against that special spot he noted inside of you with both fingers made your body started to twitch. “stop! slow down-,”

sanzu ignored you and focused on the squelching sounds your body was making instead. continuing his assault with his fingers, his thumb came up and started to rub your clit, he pressed down with little force as he moved the nub side to side with the tip of his thumb.

your hands reached out, grabbed a pillow as you let out an insanely loud moan as your g spot was being stimulated from the inside and outside. you sobbed and panted into the pillow as your orgasm was approaching.

your hips lifted up and off the mattress as you gushed around sanzus fingers. whines and sobs escaping your mouth as he pulled out. you removed the pillow from your face and stared at sanzu with half lidded eyes.

that single orgasm took out so much energy from you and he hasn’t even fucked you yet. your gaze from sanzus face dropped down to his cock. “turn around for me.”

you nodded and sat up, even though your legs were trembling, you managed to get on all fours. sanzu grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him, your cunt touching the tip of his cock.

he only teases you with it, rubbing it back and forth along your lips as if to build up tension. “please…”

“use your big girl words yn.” you could practically see the smile on his face as he spoke despite the fact he was behind you. he’s using your words against you. “please— inside…” you clawed at the bedsheets in frustration.

with the confirmation, sanzu finally penetrates you, his entire length balls deep inside with a single thrust. his grip on your hips was dangerous as he pressed you against the mattress. “fuck—so fuckin’—tight.” he started to move in and out and your fingers gripped at the sheets.

you’re already losing strength in your arms and he’s just started. with each thrust, you could hear the loud claps both your bodies made.

you hear sanzu chuckle behind you as he watches you struggle to keep yourself upright . “can’t take it?” his sadistic side comes out and his hand reaches out and grabs your neck, pressing you deeper into the bed whilst his other hand grabs both of your wrists and pins them to your back.

he slams inside you relentlessly, his pace is so fast you can’t keep up. your moans muffled by your face being shoved into the sheets. “arch your back further,” he says, stilling inside you as he waits for you to adjust yourself.

his grip on your wrists loosened and you brought yourself back on all fours— thinking you had the strength to hold yourself up. but the thought crumbled as soon as he gave you a single thrust, your entire body weight came crashing down. “can’t even do simple instructions . i said arch your back.” he pushed you down further into the bed,pounding inside you without break.

“h-haru! haru—fuck- s-slow down!” you were screaming out of your mind as your body felt like it was being electrocuted. it was all too much for you. you cried out into the sheets as you reached behind you to tap his arm almost like you did when you were choking around his cock. sanzu grabbed your hand, pinning it behind your back as he continued pounding inside you.

you felt his thrusts come to an end and he pulled out. you thought it was over and silently prayed because your body couldn’t take anymore. “i feel bad for you.” he spoke out, sitting down on the bed and lifting you up, placing you on his lap, “so i’ll let you take control. ride me pretty.”

“aren’t you sweet.” you fake pouted as you adjusted yourself on top of him. “just get to work.” sanzus grip on your waist tightened as he spoke. you nodded and reached under you, grabbing his length and positioning it at your entrance. moaning softly as he slid inside you easily. you bit your bottom lip as he bottomed out and your arms were around his shoulders as you grinded your hips in a circle.

“haru.” you moaned, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. your fingers finding refuge inside his hair, playing with the strands as you moved at your own pace.

you feel sanzus hands slide down your waist, before grabbing your ass with both hands, kneading them in his grip as he helps lift you up and down. sanzu groaned as you clenched around his length again, whimpering on his neck as you fucked yourself on him.

sanzu tugged on your earlobe gently, “how does it feel baby?” you bit your lip at the pet name before responding. “you feel so good haru—,” you were getting so turned on, you needed more. this slow pace wasn’t enough.

not long later, you increased your pace, reaching behind you as you started to bounce on his cock faster. you stopped bouncing to roll your hips slowly then started bouncing again.

“fuck— slow down. shit-,” sanzu muttered before attaching his lips to your nipple, sucking the tip before biting gently. it was too much for you, “i can’t haru— i need-,” you cut your self off as your hips stuttered and you suddenly came around his length.

sanzu groaned around your breast and quickly pulled you off of him before he came inside you. you were both panting and breathing heavily as you just stared at each other before breaking out into laughter.

“that was probably the best i’ve ever had.” you admitted and sanzu just hummed, gripping your chin and kissing you. you wrapped your arms around his nape, pressing your body against his as he sucked on your lips.

“what time is it?” he asked, lips still touching yours. you pulled away, reaching behind you and turning on your phone. “like 6pm”

“senju will be home soon,” he said gently lifting you up and off his lap. “go get ready.”

you nodded, grabbing your clothes and putting them on as he grabbed his shirt and changed aswell. you slid off the bed, legs failing instantly as you stood up. sanzu laughed as he watched you struggle to keep yourself upright. “have fun partying.” he winked and pointed towards the door.

“i hate you.” you grabbed your phone and limped outside of his room, closing the door behind you.

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