#sanzu angst
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UNDIVIDED ATTENTION
SANZU HARUCHIYO x f! reader
“said he got a lot of cash, darling, he can’t buy my love. it’s you i’m dreaming of.”
cw: chauffeur! sanzu, ex-delinquent! sanzu, wealthy! reader, m! OC (briefly), modern au, age gap (haru is 27 & reader is 23), slight mutual pining, angst, fluff, smut mdni (intoxicated consensual sex), nsfw, virginity loss, forbidden love, swearing, mention of scars, mention of drugs, use of weed, pet names (princess, baby, pretty girl), lazily proofread (sorry in advance).
word count: 13.8k i'm so sorry
a/n: here's a little treat before my break ends! hope you guys enjoy! also, i don’t know when i’ll write something long again but we shall see :") © divider: animatedglittergraphics-n-more
The smell of expensive leather mixed with the cologne your chauffeur wore filled your lungs as you sank back into the plush leather of the backseat of your vehicle. The lights outside dimly lit the quiet car, you stared out the window, observing the tall buildings that almost touched the clouds and billboards that surrounded the bustling city.
People were out and about, some dressed up–for what you presumed to be for the club–getting ready to start the night, some were hastily walking out of their work buildings, their IDs swaying around their neck with every step they took. You would never know what it felt like to spend your Friday night dressing up for the club, instead, you related more to the latter group of people.
It was another stressful day at work, meetings followed after one another. It also didn’t help that more projects were handed over to you because you were ‘going to be the next successor of this company’ as per your father’s words. You let out a sigh and rested your head on the head rest, closing your eyes and letting the music and soft hum of the car engulf you.
“Sanzu?” you broke the comfortable silence, your chauffeur briefly looked at you from the rear mirror before focusing back on the road ahead of him, your eyes were still closed, “Yes, Miss?” he quietly replied.
“I don’t want to go home yet…” you muttered, placing an arm over your eyes, as if it would somehow erase all your problems. He nodded, even though you couldn’t see him and replied, “Understood.” Sanzu knew what you meant by that, he’s only been your chauffeur for 3 months, but he’s memorized every single one of your demands, no matter how vague they are.
In this case, you wanted to drop by a specific park where you spent most of your childhood playing. He knew that you went there every single time you were stressed or upset about something, Sanzu knew because he’s been driving you to this park countless times in a span of 3 months, and those times, you were always either stressed or upset.
He muttered a silent ‘we’re here’ as he turned off the engine, Sanzu held onto the wheel with his left hand and slightly turned his body to face you. You removed your arm from your eyes and let out a soft sigh as you stepped out of the vehicle, you were met with the crisp winter evening air, slightly shivering as it made contact with your warm skin.
You made your way over to the wooden bench you always sat on, it overlooked the grassy fields and the now leafless trees surrounding the place. Sanzu followed you wordlessly, at this point, he already knew what to do and it was basically routine for him.
You didn’t mind having your chauffeur by your side as you mulled over your thoughts, in fact, it was your initial idea to have him sit with you.
You didn’t expect anything from him but his mere presence, and he also didn’t mind sitting there, there was no awkward tension at all. After all, you’ve done this so many times in the past. Sanzu sat next to you, leaving an appropriate space in between and neatly folding his arms on his lap.
You turned your head to the older man next to you and furrowed your brows, “I told you, you don’t have to wear that when you’re with me… which is basically almost twenty-four seven, so you don’t have to wear it at all.”
He was wearing that stupid black mask again, which covered any facial features lower than his turquoise eyes.
You studied him, your eyes tracing his side profile. Sanzu wore his long pink hair in a ponytail, shorter loose strands framing the left side of his face, he also sported one black hoop earring in each ear but you knew he had more piercings than that, something you’ve grown fond of.
The way the warm streetlight illuminated his profile warmed something in your chest, and the way his turquoise eyes turned a shade warmer..
“Your father saw me without it… you can guess what happened next.” Sanzu shrugged, looking over at you, his facial muscles flexing under his mask—you presumed he was smiling under it but not a genuine one, it didn’t reach his eyes.
The reason for the black mask that sat on Sanzu’s face was unnecessary. It was enforced by your father that he had to wear it at all times as Sanzu possessed scars on either corner of his lips, almost in the shape of a diamond.
Your father was strict when it came to the company’s reputation, and apparently strict enough to ask your personal driver to cover his scarred face, though you thought it was purely not needed as Sanzu was just a chauffeur.
You also didn’t like the way your father asked Sanzu to minimize his earrings down to one jewelry per ear, again, completely unnecessary.
If you were being honest, your father was never fond of Sanzu and did not even have intentions of hiring him as your personal driver.
Your father only hired Sanzu because you insisted you liked him the most out of all potential chauffeur candidates, despite the man not having past experience for the job at hand but you didn’t care, the job required was to just drive anyway.
Sanzu explained during his interview for this job that he’s an ex-delinquent–another reason why your father did not like Sanzu–but has changed his ways and is now trying to live a better life, a normal one at that.
His reasoning moved you in some way, you felt the genuinity in his words which indicated that he was serious about this new path he’s taking, Sanzu was also a bit hesitant to discuss this during the interview as he felt like it was too late for him to do so since he was already twenty-seven years old–four years older than you–but you reassured him during the interview that it was never too late to change to a better path.
Sanzu has been nothing but a polite individual, he was not a man of too many words and often opted to just listen, even if it was just the both of you. Sometimes you wonder what runs through his mind.
“Well, my father is not here, so you can take it off. And I’ll tell him to lay off about that damn mask, I don’t like it on you.” you scoffed, already not liking the idea of your father scolding Sanzu for not wearing his mask.
The older man nodded and hesitantly brought his hands up to either side of his face to unhook the mask from his pierced ears. A small shiver ran down Sanzu’s back as the cold air kissed the hot skin that had been confined under the suffocating mask.
All while he was doing this, a small smile dawned upon your face, he was breathtaking.
“You know, I don’t really mind wearing a mask… it makes people stare less at my face.” Sanzu’s gaze dropped down to his hands as he neatly folded the mask and pocketed it.
He wasn’t going to lie, he liked the feeling of breathing air without a piece of cloth confining his nose and mouth but he just felt more vulnerable without it, especially when strangers didn’t bother to hide their disgust when staring.
Conversely, the mask lessened the attention on him, and he felt less vulnerable with the way it covered his emotions.
Upon hearing this, you frowned. You didn’t like the way Sanzu got so comfortable with hiding himself from the world because of the nasty stares he got from just being himself.
There was literally nothing to cover, Sanzu was just as beautiful with or without his scars, and they definitely don’t define him. Something people needed to keep in mind. You refrained from complimenting him out loud because it would be a bit awkward as you two weren’t that close, yet.
“But I don’t mind and I think that’s the only opinion that matters because I hired you, and you work for me. So, fuck everyone else, they’re just projecting their insecurities.”
You never really knew how Sanzu got his scars and you didn’t want to ask since he was clearly insecure about them but you presumed he got it from his delinquent days. Just a mere guess though.
Sanzu chuckled at your reply, he thought you were cute but still very naïve. He gave you a smile, a genuine one, “Technically, your father hired me.” you playfully shook your head at him, muttering ‘that’s basically the same thing’ under your breath.
The two of you spent an hour or so like this, a friendly banter occurring back and forth at times. It definitely de-stressed you a lot, which you were thankful for Sanzu for the most part, as he was the only one listening to your endless rants about your personal life and job.
“You wanna know why I wanted to come here tonight?” you dryly chuckled, your gaze shifting down to your hands as you fiddled with your fingers and picked at your skin. Sanzu noticed that it was a habit of yours to do that every time you had something in your mind that bothered you. He also stared at your hands, “Why?”
It took you about a full minute to answer before letting out a heavy sigh and finally looking back at him, fingers still picking at your skin, “It’s my birthday today.” you forced a smile.
Sanzu barely showed any emotions but he was visibly shocked at this, his brows shooting upwards, eyes widening and his scarred mouth slightly parting.
Genuine shock soon turned into confusion, brows furrowing as he asked you, “Why aren’t you spending time with your family? I’m sure they’d organized something for you.”
Sanzu genuinely believed this. Your family was wealthy so it confused him as to why your parents wouldn’t plan something extravagant on your 23rd birthday, like what other rich people did.
You were a child of a very wealthy man who owned one of the biggest marketing firms in the country, so it confused him a bit.
You shook your head and let out another sigh as you threw your head back and looked up at the vast sky above, “Nah… I grew up spending my birthdays alone. I would always come home to the same thing every year, a big bouquet of flowers, stacks of presents and a tiered cake. It was nice at first but I got tired of it… I never once spent my birthday with them after the age of 5.” you replied, still looking up at the stars.
Your parents were the type of people to think they could keep you happy by giving you whatever you wanted, and it did, for only a short period of time. But what you really wanted was some quality time and their undivided attention, they were always so caught up on work that they forgot about their only child.
Guess they did not, in fact, give you whatever you wanted.
Sanzu truly felt sorry for you, he’s definitely got a gist of how your family functions with only 3 months of working for you, both your parents were work-driven and managed to prioritize the company before their child’s own needs.
He felt kind of bad for assuming you were just another spoiled wealthy kid when he first started his job. Sanzu had picked you up from your family-owned company one night, a big bouquet of red roses sitting in the back seat, its scent filling the car.
Your father had apparently gotten you the roses as a congratulatory gift for being promoted, at least that’s what he told Sanzu.
He remembered how you stepped into the car and didn’t even bat an eye at the expensive gift, Sanzu looked at you through the rear-view mirror as you read the handwritten letter attached on the bouquet–presuming it was written by your father–you simply just sighed and tossed it back to the general direction of the roses.
He was a bit taken back by your behaviour but remained silent as he backed out of the parking space and into the busy streets.
Now, he understood why you acted that way that night. You were just so used to your parents giving you all these gifts that it lost all its monetary value, no matter how expensive they were.
Sanzu knew that what you truly sought out was some quality time from your parents, you didn’t need expensive gifts, you needed their love and attention just like any other kid growing up.
Even though the two of you lived very different lives, he was somewhat relating to your situation. Growing up, he never had proper parental figures, god, he didn’t even know them that much as his parents were barely home and probably fucked around with drugs, which left him and his siblings to fend for themselves.
Unlike you, he had two siblings, an older brother and a younger sister. His older brother was no different, he focused more on their younger sister which isolated Sanzu a lot but he did have his younger sister, although their relationship wasn’t the very best.
“I’m sorry. Happy Birthday.” was all Sanzu could reply, his gaze softened as he stared at your side profile, you were still admiring the stars.
You chuckled and finally looked at him and held his aquamarine gaze, “You don’t have to be, it’s not your fault… and thank you.” Sanzu’s chest warmed as he saw a glint of happiness in your eyes, he swore you were about to cry but blinked away the tears threatening to form.
You didn’t know why but his greeting genuinely made you happy, “You must think I’m so lame, I only have my chauffeur to rant to.” you scoffed and looked away once again, this time scanning the tree lines ahead of you.
He didn’t think you were lame, you were quite the opposite. Sanzu understood the demands your parents asked from you–with the amount of times you’ve ranted to him–and figured you didn’t live a very memorable childhood despite being surrounded by endless wealth.
You were only in your early twenties but he felt you were much more mature despite your young age, it was probably due to the fact that you had expectations to uphold and roles to fill.
“No. I think you’re okay.” this was the first time Sanzu has spoken more than ever for the past three months you’ve had him working for you, he was actually actively engaging in the conversation and not just the occasional nods and hums he gave when you ranted before, you appreciated this from him, more than he knew.
Your night was cut short when you remembered you had something early the next day, even though it was the weekend. Sanzu drove you back home and didn’t forget to greet you ‘happy birthday’ one last time before he hopped onto his motorcycle–that was parked inside the garage–and rode home.
You smiled to yourself like an idiot as you made your way inside your family estate, he made you happy, something not a lot of people can do.
As expected, you were met with your usual birthday presents, but this time you weren’t surrounded by maids and butlers. You stood in front of the dining hall, the long mahogany table stretching from one end to another filled with meals you get more than usual on your birthday.
The chairs were also occupied by your parents and three other guests you didn’t know, this surprised you as you’ve spent countless birthdays sitting on one end of the table, alone and no one to talk to but the maids and butlers that stood by if you needed anything. At least they were always nice enough to sing you a ‘happy birthday’ to lighten the damp mood.
You furrowed your brows at the three unknown guests, the last thing you expected was your parents actually showing up for your birthday and bringing in unknown guests to dine with.
Sure, the estate was often filled with unknown guests which you assumed were close business partners of your father and the company but you never had to dine with them.
The unknown older man sat on the other end of the table, opposite your father, whereas the older woman–probably his wife–sat across from your mother, both were around the age of your parents, and the last person was a young man probably around your age as well but you didn’t recognize him.
“Happy Birthday! We’ve been waiting for you, come and have a seat!” your father greeted you from one end of the table, a saccharine smile forming upon his lips.
You hesitantly made your way over to the only empty seat–which was across from the young man you have yet to be introduced to–and muttered a small ‘thank you’.
The young man opposite you gave you a shy smile before taking a sip of his red wine. “I want you to meet one of our most trusted business partners, the FJ group, and this is their son Heizo Fujio.” your father indicated the young man opposite you, you politely greeted them.
You’ve heard of the FJ group before, they were one of the top selling retail companies in the country with an average revenue sitting in the billions area and their brands always successfully making profit.
You could finally put a face to the owner of the FJ group but it wasn’t like you were desperate to do so. The young man–Heizo–gave you another smile upon his introduction, politely jutting his arm across the table and in front of you, you didn’t hesitate to shake his hand and return his smile but you were still confused as to why they were here.
As if on cue, your father spoke up once again with delight in his eyes, something inside you didn’t like that look in his eyes, not anticipating what was coming next.
“Mr. Fujio and I have been discussing you and Heizo… and we were thinking since both of you are our next successors, it would be in our best interest for you two to personally know each other, with marriage in mind. We have been business partners for so long and we feel like we’re ready to take it a step further.”
You didn’t know what to say.
You sat there frozen in your seat, the sound of your heart drumming rapidly against your chest engulfing you as your mind reeled. First of all, what the fuck? And second of all, I didn’t consent to this. That’s what you wanted to say but your parents raised you better than to disrespect the food on the table.
Your breathing became erratic as you could feel your limbs tingling, you wanted to do something but didn’t know what. You hated this feeling because it only came around when you knew you couldn’t do anything about the situation at hand. It was beyond your control.
Overreacting? Probably.
And yes, you haven’t met Heizo nor explored his personality and it also doesn’t mean that he might not turn out so bad but the idea of marriage was just… too soon.
You only just turned twenty-three today, you were still young and had a bright future ahead of you, and marriage was just something you haven’t thought of, especially since you’re always busy with the firm and practically have no time to get to know anyone.
Your eyes darted around the table, all of them seemed to be pleased about this news, especially Heizo. You felt like an outcast, it felt like someone had told an inside joke that they all knew except for you. Were you the only one thinking things are being rushed? Even your mother was nodding along.
Nothing came out as you opened your mouth, you thought of ways to counter this idea or at least let them re-think about the marriage. But there was nothing. Your mind went blank and you felt helpless. You didn’t know why but amidst the blankness of your mind, you swore you saw Sanzu.
—
Sanzu briefly glanced at you through the rear view mirror while he waited for the vehicle engine to warm up, you sat at the back seat and your beige trenchcoat wrapping around your body as you crossed your arms and looked outside the window.
He noticed your hair was styled in a ponytail, and you wore your signature diamond drop earrings that probably cost more than his life; from what he’s gathered, you only wore the pair during formal occasions.
“Heading to the firm today, right?” he asked.
You glanced over at your chauffeur, earrings swaying at every movement, he sported his usual white button up and black slacks but this time accompanied with a black bomber jacket due to the colder season.
A smile appeared upon your lips, seeing that he didn’t wear his mask, Sanzu noticed your smile. “Oh, I forgot to text you that my morning meeting for today has been rescheduled. I have a date with Heizo… so we’ll head over to FJ since they suggested we take one car.” He noticed the corners of your lips dropping as you replied.
Oh, so that’s what the earrings were for. You had a date. Sanzu thought.
This was the first time Sanzu had to drive you on a date, majority of the time he just drove you to and from work, with some other trips to leisure places like high-end stores where you came back with a shit ton of bags that housed varieties of luxury items.
You definitely had a keen eye for pretty things.
There was even one time where you asked him to accompany you to browse the autumn collection of a high-end clothing brand and he swore he’s never kept his hands to himself as much as he did inside the store, with the fear of accidentally damaging items worth more than his life.
Sanzu felt something odd in his chest at the thought of you going on a date with another man but he quickly brushed it off and nodded before he started typing the address of the FJ Group on the built-in screen of your vehicle.
The car ride was mainly silent but not uncomfortable. From time to time, he glanced over at you through the rear view mirror, your brows knitted together and occasionally letting out deep sighs that felt like there was something heavy behind it all, something that clouded your mind.
There was something bothering you but Sanzu didn’t want to pry.
He would never admit this to anyone else but it pained him whenever something bothered you, he knew the strict life you lived under the control of your parents and he knew the expectations you desperately tried to reach, and sometimes he would just wish that you had one genuine day where you were free from it all; the expectations, the stress, and the calculated future you had ahead of you.
But little did he know you were free from all that but only when you were with him.
Sanzu drummed his fingers on the leather steering wheel, nodding his head to the music while you both waited for Heizo; the car was parked–but still running–in the basement parking lot of the FJ Group firm.
He was eager to finally put a face to the name since it's been clouding his mind ever since you told him about it. Was he handsome? Well dressed? Was he good for you? These questions ran through Sanzu’s mind and he had to mentally stop himself from thinking about them as it didn’t even concern him. After all, he’s just a mere chauffeur, your chauffeur.
A fairly tall man exited the building which caught Sanzu’s turquoise gaze, he stopped drumming his fingers and focused on the man making his way towards your black Porsche.
Heizo was wearing a white button up paired with a navy blue vest and slacks, topping the outfit off with a black trench coat. Sanzu thought he looked absolutely charismatic despite being effortless, he felt a slight pang of jealousy. He didn’t know why.
Heizo enthusiastically greeted you as he entered the vehicle, his expensive musky cologne immediately filling up the car which made Sanzu almost gag at the smell, it overpowered your sweet scented perfume, the perfume you always wore and he’s grown to love.
The pink haired man silently watched as Heizo scooted all the way to the middle seat of the vehicle, leaving almost no room between the two of you, he also noticed the way you uncomfortably leaned closer towards the car door.
It was almost painful for Sanzu to hide his expression at Heizo’s brazenness, he could tell you two weren’t close with the way you shifted against the leather seat.
“We’re headed to The Black Pearl.” Heizo turned his attention to Sanzu.
Sanzu briefly looked back at the man next to you and nodded, but he didn’t miss the way Heizo’s gaze lingered at his scarred lips, a little too long for his liking. Sanzu also didn’t miss the way his face contorted ever so slightly with pure disgust before turning his attention back to you.
Sanzu cleared his throat and looked ahead of him, uncomfortably shifting in his seat before pulling out of the parking space.
—
It was already late in the afternoon and had just dropped off Heizo at their place. You watched as the man waved from the marble steps and hastily made his way inside their mansion.
Before Sanzu could drive off, you told him to wait and quickly got out of the back passenger seat, making your way over to the front passenger seat and sitting next to Sanzu.
He was taken aback by your bold move, his keen turquoise eyes watching you fasten your seatbelt.
“...You okay?” he asked as you made yourself comfortable against the expensive leather material of the seat. You met his aquamarine gaze and gave him a smile that shouldn’t have made him suck in a breath and his heart skip a beat, “I’m fine, just wanted to sit here.” you shrugged and looked out the window.
Sanzu stared at you for a couple more seconds, studying every single one of your features, you looked content. Definitely a contrast from your mood just a few minutes earlier when Heizo was still in the car.
Sanzu traced the outline of your pretty face and the way the corner of your lips were slightly upturned, like you were trying to hide a smile but failed to do so.
He inhaled a shallow breath as felt something inside him, something in his chest; he doesn’t know when he’s been feeling this sensation but it’s different, something he’s never felt before. It felt warm and comfortable, and he wanted to grasp every single bit of this feeling but something deep within tells him that it might be dangerous.
It wouldn’t hurt to test the waters, right? Test whatever he was feeling.
He gripped the steering in front of him and shifted uncomfortably in his seat, the warmth was now spreading up his neck and to his cheeks and ears. Sanzu put the car on ‘drive’ and started driving before his mind could think of any other thoughts that would confuse him.
The date went okay.
That was the only word you could think of, nothing more, nothing less. You didn’t really expect much from Heizo but you also didn’t expect less from him.
You two just didn’t… click, all he talked about was how many successful projects he had launched, how he was the sole reason for having a higher percentage of sales than last year, and how— basically all the business talk.
Although, the only thing that stuck to you was that Heizo was the same age as you, not that it mattered.
You didn’t care about the business talk he brought upon the table, nor did you care about the fact that he–on your very first date–bought you expensive jewellery and from his words, which was ‘one of a kind’ as he had gotten it specifically catered to you. Whatever the fuck that meant.
You remember blankly staring at the necklace that rested inside a black velvet box, every single diamond twinkling under the restaurant lights.
You remember the proud look on Heizo’s face, like he had done something out of this world, like he thought he had already won your heart by merely buying you something expensive. Maybe it’s the thought that counts.
Just like my parents, you thought.
There was no genuine connection between you and him because you two clearly had different ideas in mind when thinking about what to talk about on a first date.
If you actually saw potential in Heizo and tried, you would have wanted to get to know him. You didn’t wanna know about what fantastic deals he’s closed, how much he contributed to the company sales, nor how much he spent on that necklace he got you.
You would’ve wanted to know about his interests and what he does in his free time to entertain himself.
In this world, you feel that people forget so much about the little things, the little things that matter. Nowadays everyone focuses solely on the monetary value and often forget that one of the foundations of love is attention, being attentive towards their partner and fulfilling their physical and mental needs with what they actually need.
People often mistaken that going for a materialistic approach will fulfil one’s needs but it doesn’t.
Sanzu had the urge to ask how your date went, he could feel the question building in his throat but had to quickly swallow it down because it did not concern him in any way. But it’s as if you read his mind, you broke the silence in the vehicle, “It was awful.” you scoffed.
“All he talked about were business-related things and was just basically flaunting his money. The audacity of him to think he’d be able to win me over by using his wealth… I mean like, not that he has a chance but you get what I mean, right?” You turned your head to the pink haired man, his aquamarine eyes focused on the road but you knew he was listening intently with the way he nodded his head and gave you a hum.
“Goodness, what a fool he is if he thinks he can buy my love.”
“The last time I went on a date was when I was twenty and I kid you not, these men have not changed. Thinking that all the ladies would be impressed about being rich.” you continued your rant, Sanzu has never seen you this worked up over something, it amused him a bit and thought you were cute.
“Hm. Maybe because I’ve been looking in the wrong direction for a real man." he could feel your burning gaze on the side of his face and it took him all his willpower not to look back at you because he had to focus on the road.
But fuck, his heart was beating so fast. Last time his heart beat this fast was when he took unknown pills to try and forget everything.
All you wanted was someone different, like a breath of fresh air, someone genuinely interested in you and your personality. Yes, Heizo was wealthy and you both were in the same tax bracket but what is he underneath all that wealth? What kind of person would he be?
Later that night, after his job for the day was over, Sanzu went for a night drive with his motorcycle. He wanted to clear his head because all he could think of was you.
The way your lip gloss complemented your lips, the way your hair perfectly framed your face, the way your eyes twinkled every time— Fuck, this is unprofessional, he cursed himself.
How could he be thinking about you like that? You were so sweet and nice, and the sole reason why he got this job, so he couldn’t compromise his position by thinking this way.
But you were just so pure and so innocent that he wanted to ruin you, to ravage every single ounce of your innocence— “Fuck.” he whispered to himself as he sat on his still motorcycle. He wanted to smoke so bad but he knew better than getting high and riding back home.
As soon as you got home, you managed to convince your parents that you didn’t think things with Heizo were going to escalate further than being just business partners and to your surprise, they took it quite well, especially your father.
He even mentioned that maybe you two weren’t actually compatible from the beginning. This relieved you as you thought they would finally let the marriage idea go.
You thought wrong.
For the past few days, you finally knew why your parents were able to let that whole situation with Heizo go down the drain and it was because they found you new suitors.
Yes, plural. Apparently they had a whole list of your potential suitors and Heizo was just one of the many, this made you question your parents why they were so desperate to get you a husband. After all, you were only at the ripe age of twenty-three.
Just as you expected, it was for the future of the company. Like it always had been when it came to your life. Pursue a business degree, it’s for the sake of your future and the company, they told you and so you did. Focus on your studies and quit messing around, you’re the future of the company, they told you and so you did.
They reminded you countless times how you were the future and successor of the company that it almost became embedded in your brain, you had expectations to reach and roles to keep up with, but at the same time, your parents forgot that who they were pressuring was just a mere child.
They didn’t know the heavy weight you had to carry upon your back, practically sacrificing your mental and physical well being for the sake of the company. It also didn’t help how apathetic they were; they missed your birthdays, your university graduation ceremony, and most importantly they never gave you the love and attention you wanted.
Gifts were given to you in exchange for your parents’ absence.
Your whole schedule was practically cleared just to go on dates for your potential suitors and Sanzu was surprised when you told him about your current situation, and why he had to drive you everywhere but to your work.
It was yet another one of those days where you had just finished a date with another suitor, you were growing so damn tired of it, of everything. Every single one of these men–more like boys–were just what you expected.
No one stood out and no one bothered to make a genuine connection with you. You were met with all sorts of strategies and presents that were used to woo you but none of them worked because at the end of the day, they were all just the same, they only had wealth to brag about.
In between the dates you went on, you got closer to Sanzu, close enough that you were both now on a first name basis and you were even sitting more frequently beside him while he drove.
You also noticed how much he has opened up to you, he barely wore his mask and wouldn’t hesitate to give you hearty laughs whenever you tried to lighten the mood.
It didn’t even feel like he was your chauffeur but instead a friend. A friend who you could lean on, a friend who didn’t base you solely on your status, a friend who saw you for who you really were.
A friend who gave his undivided attention.
Although, the funny thing was that during your dates, your mind started to wonder what traits you were looking for in a partner because you clearly already knew what you didn’t want in a partner. During these, you would often find yourself comparing every single one of your suitors to a particular someone.
Haruchiyo.
Every time someone new came, your mind went back to Haruchiyo and thought about how they were nowhere near his personality that you’ve grown so fond of.
You looked for Haruchiyo Sanzu in every guy you went on a date with.
And at that moment, that was when you finally noticed your feelings that had been lingering and laying dormant deep in your heart. The dates you went on awakened your feelings for him.
You were in love with Haruchiyo.
You sat there, frozen while blankly staring at the road ahead of you as you came to the realisation that you loved him. You didn’t even know you were gripping the fabric of your pants until Haruchiyo asked if you were okay and pointed it out as he briefly glanced over your way and back to the road, “Hm? I’m fine…” you murmured.
Haru was the best person you could imagine to fall in love with but the situation was complicated. It was a risk and you never took risks, everything in your life was calculated and planned out for you. Besides, you didn’t even know if he even felt the same way.
“Have you ever been in love, Haru?” you leaned your head onto the headrest and turned your head to him, lips jutting out in a slight pout.
God, he liked it so much when you used his nickname, it did unexplainable things to him. Haruchiyo waited for the car to come to a complete stop at the lights before turning to you and holding your curious gaze.
It took him a few seconds to answer, like he was wracking his brain around to find the most suitable reply, “Hm… I guess I could say yes.” you nodded before dropping your gaze and looking out the window, how lucky she must be, you thought.
“What made you ask?” he questioned, returning his focus back on the road as the light turned green.
You shook your head, still looking out the window, “...Nothing. It’s just that I think— no, I am in love with a certain someone but it’s complicated.” you let out a huff and avoided looking back at the man that made your heart ache and skip a beat.
His brows shot up at your sudden confession, Haruchiyo gripped the steering wheel a little harder as he felt jealousy engulfing his body, “Oh? One of your suitors? Isn’t that good?” it pained him trying to force himself to sound like he cared. But he didn’t, he didn’t give a single fuck about it.
“No and no. That’s the thing… he’s not a suitor that my parents have picked out.” you covered your face with your palms, groaning into them. This feeling drove you crazy, you wanted Haruchiyo so bad, you yearned for him but didn’t know how to approach the situation.
Haruchiyo’s heart skipped a beat at this; there it was again, the warm feeling that spread throughout his body but this time he knew what it was. There was this ounce of hope that kept him going, that you would see him as a man and not just someone who worked for you.
“Ah… then who is it?”
Haruchiyo did his best to remove all traces of desperation laced in his tone. He took deep breaths while waiting for your answer. He wanted to look at you so badly but he needed to focus on the road, he wanted to see your expression right this very moment.
You remained silent at his question but your mind was screaming for you to tell him how you truly felt. Your limbs were tingling, your heart was racing and your mind was going crazy; the confession was stuck in your throat but you couldn’t physically bring yourself to do it because you were scared to take the risk.
But at the same time, this was a risk for yourself. Your very own decision and not made by someone else.
Your fists clenched on your lap as you prepared yourself, your leg bounced with anxiety as tension grew, slowly filling the vehicle as his question remained unanswered. You bit your lip, desperate to tell Haruchiyo how you really felt about him.
Fuck it. was your last thought before opening your mouth to confess.
“It’s you. I’m in love with you Haru.”
Haruchiyo Sanzu almost fucking choked on his saliva. His brows shot up and mouth slowly parted at your sudden confession, he didn’t know what to say, his throat was suddenly dry. Haruchiyo felt like he was intoxicated, his legs and arms felt lighter, everything just felt so different.
Fuck, was the music always this loud? He thought. His mind raced as he played your confession over and over again, and without fail, it made his body warmer.
He was fucking ecstatic. You love him back. He wanted to just lean over across the console and kiss you so badly but he couldn’t, you were so close yet so far away from him.
“Fuck, princess, you can’t just confess like that while I’m in the middle of driving.” he let out a sharp breath followed by a breathy chuckle.
Before you knew it, Haruchiyo was already pulling into the garage, he swiftly parked the vehicle and turned it off before turning to you. Silence engulfed you both as you held each other’s stares, you swore your ears started to ring with how intense his gaze was.
You blinked, “D-do you feel the same way?” you broke the silence, studying Haruchiyo’s face, he was truly beautiful, the way his long pretty lashes complimented his turquoise eyes. He briefly closed his eyes and opened them again, nodding his head, “Is that even a question?”
A smile made its way to your lips and your eyes twinkled as you looked up at him with hearts in your eyes. “I really want to kiss you right now… but I’ve never kissed anyone and I don’t really know how…” you trailed off, avoiding his turquoise eyes as your cheeks warmed at your silly confession.
You stared at his lips, it was so tempting. Haruchiyo noticed you staring at his lips and thickly swallowed, normally he would start feeling uncomfortable if it were any other person that stared at his lips but it was different with you.
With you, he didn’t have to reel back and hide his biggest insecurity. Your gaze felt warm, there were no signs of disgust and judgement, only love.
“I can help you out… if you want.” Haruchiyo replied, his voice dropping an octave lower.
“Please, Haru?”
Haruchiyo swore under his breath as you begged for him. He wasted no time leaning over the console and reaching for you, placing a firm hand on the side of your neck as he desperately pulled you closer to him and sealing the gap between your lips.
His kisses were slow and sensual, it was your first time after all so he wanted you to feel all of him. Your lips perfectly moulded against each other, he was so warm and soft that you almost didn’t mind doing this all day.
You desperately clawed at the fabric of his chest, wanting more of Haruchiyo’s kisses. The ringing in your ears got louder as you kissed him longer, your legs felt weak even though you were sitting down, and your head spun. It felt so so good. The way your body reacted to his kisses was something you’ve never felt before.
Something within Haruchiyo stirred when you let out a whine as he started rubbing the side of your neck using the thumb of the hand that was firmly placed there. He’s barely even touched you properly and you were already whining for him? How cute. He’s going to absolutely ruin you.
Haruchiyo was about to stick his tongue in your mouth until he heard the garage door open. You both lunged away from each other at the loud sound, desperate to catch your breaths.
You bit your lip at the state of the man in front of you, his cheeks were dusted pink, lips swollen and letting out soft pants as his chest desperately rose up and down. Beautiful, you thought.
“Oh fuck, it’s your father.” Haruchiyo’s lust-filled eyes widened, reaching for his pocket and quickly slipping his mask on, you both desperately tried to fix yourselves up before exiting the vehicle and pretending like you two weren’t just sucking the life out of each other a few seconds ago.
Your father greeted the both of you before hopping into his own car with his personal driver. You headed for the door that led inside the estate while Haruchiyo headed for his motorcycle, you both looked back at each other and gave shy smiles before parting ways.
Later that night, you had asked Haruchiyo to meet up and discuss this whole situation and he was grateful for this as he didn’t really know where he stood at that moment, plus, there were hundreds of questions running through his mind.
Yes he was ecstatic about the mutuality of both your feelings, but this was the real world, you were both adults that led very different lives and he knew this wasn’t going to be easy for the both of you… if you two agree to go down the path of establishing a relationship.
You snuck out from your room, heart drumming against your chest as it was your first time doing this. You’ve never snuck out and barely disobeyed your parents so this was clearly an uncommon ground for you and the thought of being caught sneaking out scared you, especially if you were caught by your father.
Haruchiyo waited in front of the garage, sitting under the starry night sky as he leaned on his motorcycle. A small smile crept up your lips as you spotted him and as if on cue, your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him.
He didn’t sport his usual white button up and slacks, instead opting for dark denim pants, black turtleneck, and a leather jacket to top it off; he also wore his hair down which sat past his shoulders.
“You look nice.” you tilted your head up to him, eyes twinkling like the stars in the dark sky.
The corner of his lips twitched up, he muttered a shy ‘thanks’ before handing you a helmet. You placed the black helmet over your head as Haruchiyo hopped on his motorcycle and turned it on, you followed suit, struggling to get on due to being shorter but nonetheless managed to, with the help of the older man.
“Hold on tight. Don’t let go.” Haruchiyo reached behind him and took both of your arms, encircling them around his waist. You nodded, although you knew he couldn’t see you.
As Haruchiyo revved the engine of his motorcycle, your arms tightened around his waist, interlocking your hands that rested on his stomach and leaned your encased head against his back.
He couldn’t help but smirk at your behaviour.
With that, the both of you speed into the darkness of the night, the stars dwelling upon you both. Twinkling like they were happy for you two and your newfound love for each other.
The cold air hit you as Haru manoeuvred his way to your destination, it felt nice riding the motorcycle. You were hesitant at first but managed to relax since Haruchiyo was with you, you felt the safest when you were with him.
It didn’t take too long before the two of you reached the all too familiar destination.
The Park.
The both of you sat sideways on his motorcycle, shoulders touching one another while basking in comfortable silence. “...Why me?” Haruchiyo broke the silence, genuine curiosity laced within his question.
“I mean, you practically have guys begging to be with you. All those expensive gifts, their money, their status… and I’m just… me. A lowly individual who definitely doesn’t make half as much as you do.”
Haruchiyo was genuinely confused as to why you even fell in love with him. It didn’t make sense. He’s done so many wrong things in his life, he wasn’t even making that much money and probably couldn’t provide even if he wanted to and he definitely didn’t even match up to your suitors.
They were wealthy and he was… just normal.
“You’re young and you have a great life ahead of you, so why choose someone like me? Why not go for someone near your age?” He continued.
You chuckled, “That’s the thing. I fell in love with you because you’re you.”
“I don’t care if they’re wealthy and bought me expensive gifts. Those don’t mean anything to me, and you of all people should know that by now. But you, on the other hand… you’re different. Yes, you might claim to have nothing and that’s okay with me, because all I’m after is your love and attention that you did not fail to give me every single time.”
“They could never buy my love with expensive gifts, but you were able to buy my love with attention because that’s all I’ve ever wanted, Haru.” you leaned your head on his shoulder, a sad smile forming on your lips.
Yes, Haruchiyo did not have the wealth to offer you like your suitors had but he offered you something greater, something you’ve been asking for your whole life and that was undivided attention.
He was attentive and listened to you like you were the most interesting person in the whole world–which in fact, he did think you are–, he has been nothing but sweet to you and you couldn’t help but fall in love with all that.
You couldn’t help but fall in love with a man who had no wealth to offer you.
And that was more than okay.
“Also, I don’t care if you’re older than me, it doesn’t matter. All my suitors were merely boys, I’m after a man who knows how to treat me well.”
Haruchiyo couldn’t help but laugh at your sentence, he reached for one of your cold hands and started rubbing them in between his own, tracing unfamiliar shapes on your palm, he leaned his cheek on top of your head and let out a sigh. “I really want to kiss you right now…”
You removed your head from his shoulder which made him look down at you, you met his gaze, “What’s holding you back, Haru? Kiss me.”
You’ll be the fucking death of him.
Haruchiyo obeyed and leaned down to close the gap between the two of you, both your lips cold from the winter air. His kisses were different this time, way different. Haruchiyo kissed with desperation, both his palms cupping your frozen cheeks as he desperately tried to get closer to you.
He didn’t hesitate to stick his tongue past your lips, to which you moaned at the foreign feeling. Everything felt so good, the way his tongue moved against your own, the way he tasted, and the way he firmly held you against his lips.
Haruchiyo trailed hot kisses along your jawline, making you shiver from the contrast of the cold temperature.
“Fuck… this is so unprofessional.” he whispered against the hot skin of your neck before lightly sucking on it. “I don’t— mhm! I don’t see you stopping though…” you angled your head up at the starry sky to give him more access to your neck, your hands making their way to his rosy pink hair and tugging at them.
Haruchiyo let out a low growl, chills running down his spine as you pulled at his hair, “Hmm? You seem to be enjoying yourself.” he chuckled as he gave your neck a peck before pulling away and looking at your flustered state.
Your lips were swollen and soft pants slipped past them as you stared at him with a clouded gaze. He’s barely even touched you and you’re already a mess.
“But… What about your father?” he suddenly looked concerned. The look in his eyes changing from lust to anxiety, he bit his lip at the thought of your father’s wrath. He wasn’t afraid of what your father would do to him, rather he was afraid of what would happen to you.
You were scared.
You knew your father never liked Haruchiyo, not even a single ounce of him but he tolerated Haru for your sake. He hired him for your sake. You were definitely scared of your father finding out about the two of you, there were a lot of reasons to be.
The first one being Haruchiyo not fitting into his standards. You two led very different lives and you could already hear the other companies and media gossiping about you and how you fell in love with your chauffeur who was an ex-delinquent.
You could see your father doing everything he could to make sure you’d have no contact with Haruchiyo.
You shook your head and buried your face in his chest, inhaling his scent, it helped calm you down a bit. “I-i don’t know, Haru… I’m scared but all I know is that I want to be with you.” he placed a hand behind your head and stroked your hair, reassuring you that he’ll be by your side no matter what happened.
But deep down, he was scared shitless. Not because of your father but because he knew that the universe could easily take you away from his grasp and he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it, because that was life. Life was cruel and harsh, and he didn’t always get what he wanted, no matter how much he prayed to the stars above him.
This time, he wished the universe would listen to him just this once. He could be stripped away of everything for all he cared for but he wouldn’t know what to do if it was you who was taken away from him.
It pained his chest just thinking about it.
A few weeks have passed since establishing your relationship with Haruchiyo, in secret of course.
You two had gotten closer to each other and spent more time together in the evening–away from everyone’s prying eyes–after he picked you up from work, and you always looked forward to them because he truly made you forget about every single thing that stressed you out.
There would be times where you two would steal shy glances at each other whenever someone else was around, slightly brushing your hands with one another as you walked past him in the garage.
But there would also be times where no one was around and the two of you freely held one another, shy glances turned into make out sessions and the slight brush of your hands turned into firmly holding one another.
You also spent more time in the back area of the estate where most of the house workers would be.
You knew Haruchiyo hung around a lot there while waiting for you to go and thankfully all the other workers didn’t bat an eye at your sudden frequent appearance there.
Although, one thing that has gotten you on the edge was the now strained relationship with your father. You’d argued with your parents for days on end about the whole marriage idea and finding a suitor, you told them that it was simply too early to be getting married and that you wanted to focus on your career.
Of course, this was mostly true but you didn’t want to meet other suitors because you wanted to focus on your career but because you’ve already found someone who you want to spend the rest of your life with.
Your father didn’t take the argument too well which resulted in a strained relationship with him. You now felt like you were walking on eggshells when trying to converse with him.
You’ve also discussed countless times with Haruchiyo about the idea of introducing him as your boyfriend to your father, he wasn’t scared about the confrontation but he knew that it wouldn’t go well.
There was a small ounce of hope that maybe, just maybe that your father would actually be on board with your relationship. He wasn’t a cruel man, no, but he had his morals straight and did not hesitate to let anyone know.
But, this was merely just hope you were holding on to and you have yet to test it.
“You look absolutely stunning, by the way.” your boyfriend stole a glance at you from the rearview mirror, his aquamarine eyes twinkling in the dark vehicle.
You were on your way to the venue of the annual winter company party for all employers that worked under your family and the company, and that included Haruchiyo. “I could say the same about you.” you giggled.
It was your first time seeing Haruchiyo sport a low bun but you weren’t complaining; he wore a 3-piece suit–provided by you–which he looked sexy in.
The way the vest hugged his thin waist did unexplainable things to you. Although, the highlight of it was you managed to convince him to leave the mask at home and when he had asked you ‘why’, you simply replied something along the lines of not being able to freely kiss him.
“I want you to walk in with me.” you said as Haruchiyo took the keys from the car and pocketed it, he looked back at you and smiled, nodding. His nerves were getting to him and he didn’t know why, it was just a party, that’s all.
It took all his will power to not wrap his arm around your waist to let all the other men in the room that you were his as you two walked inside.
As expected, it was grand.
Waiters were everywhere serving wine and fancy little appetizers that he probably couldn’t pronounce the name of; it was already filled with familiar faces dressed in fancy attires, many who stood around several cocktail tables and chatting with one another.
As if sensing Haruchiyo’s nervousness, you reached for his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze before dropping it, he wished you held it a little longer, he was already missing the warmth of your hand.
Your father spotted you and made his way towards the two of you, completely oblivious to the fact that you just held your chauffeur’s hand mere seconds ago. “Sanzu, so glad you could make it.” your father nodded in appreciation at the pink haired man, sternly smiling at him before dropping his gaze down to his uncovered lips.
Haruchiyo froze at this, he didn’t know what to do. The anxious feeling that he’s been pushing down now came surging up, spreading throughout his body, he felt so small and vulnerable, and he absolutely hated it.
You noticed your father’s gaze, annoyance rising as you mentally cursed to yourself. You shifted closer to your boyfriend, letting your arms touch, this made Haruchiyo a bit calmer and appreciated how you always looked out for him.
Before your father could say anything about Haruchiyo, you pulled him away, asking about tonight’s event. You quickly looked back at your boyfriend who was still standing there and mouthed an apologetic ‘I’m sorry’ as you led your father elsewhere.
Haruchiyo shook his head, indicating that it was okay, before pointing to the bar and heading for its direction. Maybe he’ll get a glass of water to clear his mind
With that, you and Haruchiyo barely saw each other as the night progressed. Apparently our father had invited some of the company’s business partners and introduced them to you, it was just never ending introductions all night and you wanted to be beside Haruchiyo.
You wanted to know how he was doing for the period of time you’d been gone from his side.
You finally got a breather from all the introductions and darted your eyes around the venue, there were a lot of people but you knew you could easily spot Haruchiyo by his pink hair, you craned your neck around to look out for his vibrant hair but you couldn’t see him anywhere.
“Looking for someone?” a voice asked behind you.
You let out a sigh and turned around, “Haru, I’ve been looking for you everywhe—” your sentence was cut short due to the fact that it was not Haruchiyo. “H-heizo… hey, um, nice to see you.” you gave him an uncomfortable smile and tried looking behind him for signs of your boyfriend.
The man in front of you began speaking about topics you couldn’t care less about. You only wanted Haruchiyo. You distractedly scanned your eyes around the venue once again, absentmindedly nodding at whatever he was saying before spotting a familiar head of pink hair, he was headed for the doors.
“H-hey, I’ll talk to you later. ‘Kay?” you gave Heizo a small wave and didn’t wait for his response before hastily making your way to Haruchiyo, who just now slipped past the entrance of the venue and was headed outside.
Little did you know, your hasty movements caught your father’s attention, you were headed outside which piqued his curiosity.
Haruchiyo was leaning against the side of the building, you spotted him as soon as you stepped outside, the cool winter air kissing your exposed skin which made you shiver a bit.
“Haru, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” you took a couple of steps and stopped towards the older man, effectively trapping him against the wall. No matter how much Haruchiyo decided to hide his emotions, you knew his eyes never lied. There was something bothering him, the way his aquamarine gaze avoided yours was a give away.
You frowned at his behaviour. “Baby… talk to me.” you tilted your head and cupped his cheeks, “Did anyone say anything to you?” he brought his warm hands over yours and leaned into your touch, eyes closing as it calmed his mind.
“I just— after your father gave me that stare earlier, I couldn’t help but become more insecure and I just felt like all eyes were on me whenever I walked around there.” Haruchiyo sighed and finally met your worried gaze. Your eyes softened at his expression and you gently ran both your thumbs on either corner of his lips.
Your thumbs traced the raised skin on his cheeks, softly stroking them as if it was the most fragile thing in the world, “I’m so sorry.” you whispered and leaned closer to him, giving his scars a kiss.
Your lips lingered on either side of his mouth, handling them with utmost care. Haruchiyo’s chest warmed at your action and leaned his forehead against yours, once again closing his eyes at the intimacy.
“I love you so much. I don’t think I can ever let you go.” he whispered.
You were about to close the gap between your lips until you felt a harsh grip on your wrist, suddenly pulling you away from Haruchiyo. His eyes shot open as he was met with emptiness in front of him, he looked around to see you standing next to your father, his hand firmly on your wrist. Your expression mirrored his, shocked, scared, and confused.
“Stay the fuck away from my daughter!” your father pointed a harsh finger at him, his face contorted with pure anger.
Haruchiyo began to explain the whole situation while taking a step towards you but your father had cut him off and stood in between, effectively blocking his view of you.
Your desperate attempts to calm your father down and telling him not to make such a scene were ignored, you balled your fists as you felt tears welling up in your eyes.
Your boyfriend noticed your distress and wanted to comfort you badly but like everything else in his life, all he could do was stand there and watch you cry.
“I’m taking you home.” your father glanced back at you before pulling you in the other direction, stumbling upon your heels as tears clouded your eyes. Haruchiyo stood there frozen on his spot, fists clenched by his side as the darkness engulfed your figure.
Just like that, he knew his prayers weren’t answered. He knew that the countless nights he prayed under the stars to have you did absolutely nothing.
Yes, the universe was cruel but why didn’t the stars align for you two? Why did he always have to lose something precious? He was already empty from the beginning but losing you gave him a whole new meaning of emptiness.
That night, you layed in bed staring up at the ceiling, tears still rolling down from your eyes. You haven’t stopped crying since the incident and it also didn’t help that your father argued with you all the way back home, he was the one who drove your car back, not Haruchiyo.
You told him about your relationship with Haruchiyo, to which he simply replied along the lines of ending your relationship with him.
You replayed every single harsh word that came out of his mouth about your boyfriend, it broke your heart thinking that there are some people out there that view Haruchiyo in this light. He didn’t deserve that.
“Out of all the guys you could’ve picked, you picked him?! Some scum from the streets? He has a criminal record for fucksakes! I’ve already been lenient enough when you asked me to hire him as your personal driver but this… I can’t let this slide. Having a relationship with your chauffeur? Absolutely outrageous!”
He told you that you were also getting a new chauffeur and forced you to delete and block all your connections with Haruchiyo which broke your heart even more. There was definitely no getting back from this and you feared you would never see him again. You just wanted to see him.
A small whimper escaped your lips, you felt helpless, you wanted to scream out your lungs but didn’t have the energy to, you just wanted Haruchiyo. Your chest ached and your throat tightened as you cried into your pillow, hands tightly gripping the sheets that engulfed your numb body.
You heard the familiar rev of Haruchiyo’s motorcycle, it was faint but distinguishable. He was here? You figured he was there to grab his motorcycle and head home for the night, your heart raced at the thought of him being so close yet so far. You were about to get off your bed and head for the garage until the roaring of his motorcycle faded into the darkness, he was gone.
If you want to see him, you can. A voice replied in your head.
You blinked your tears away and shot up from your bed, your mind running through the endless possibilities of seeing him. You didn’t know where he lived but you could easily obtain that information from the electronic copy of his job application that he had previously sent.
Quickly reaching for your phone, you tapped through the ‘files’ application and pulled up the file you needed.
Bingo.
You entered the taxi you called for and never looked back, not fearing for anyone catching you leaving at this hour as your father had returned to the party and most staff were there as well. You didn’t care if you were in your pyjamas, all you cared about was that you were going to see Haruchiyo.
After paying and bidding the taxi driver a thank you, you made your way to his house, double checking the number stated on your phone with the one plastered on the door. You knew he was home because his motorcycle was parked near the front door.
You lifted a hand and gently knocked on it.
Footsteps on the other side of the door could be heard walking closer until it came to a halt. It took a few seconds before you could hear the fumbling of locks, like they already knew who was on the other side of the door.
The door burst open and revealed a dishevelled Haruchiyo, his rosy pink hair was a mess and his eyes puffy and bloodshot from crying.
You caught a distinct whiff of something else that made you scrunch your nose but you weren’t that naïve to not know what it was. There was definitely another reason why his eyes were red.
Haruchiyo laughed to himself, resting a palm over his eyes like he was going crazy, “Fuuuck, I’m so high that I’m even hallucinating right now.” he chuckled to himself, slurring the words that came out of his mouth.
You noticed the rolled joint rested between his fingers of his other hand and let out a heavy sigh.
You remember him telling you that he would occasionally smoke weed to ease the pain he felt but he reassured you that he hasn’t done it for a few months now. It pained you that you were partially the reason for his behaviour.
You wasted no time to wrap your arms around him, tightly hugging him and never wanting to let go. You reassured him that it was in fact not a hallucination and that you were really there with him. Haruchiyo did not believe you until he ran a slender hand down your back, stroking your hair.
The older man began sobbing uncontrollably that you were actually right in front of him and mumbled sentences along the lines of how he missed you so bad and how empty he felt for the past few hours.
You made your way inside and shut the door behind you, still not letting go of him, “It’s okay, I’m here now. I’ll never leave you.” you sniffled as you buried your face in his chest.
Haruchiyo pulled you both into the couch, his hands firmly situated on your hips as he pulled you onto his lap. He had a lot of questions running through his mind but he was too high to even think about it, all that mattered was that you were there with him.
You circled your arms around his neck and shifted on his lap, trying to find a comfortable spot, “Fuck, don’t do that princess.” Haruchiyo groaned, stilling your hips as he threw his head against the backrest and took a long drag before puffing his lungs out, thick smoke dancing past his lips and evaporating into thin air.
You keenly looked at him, eyes focused on the joint between his fingers.
He noticed your gaze and jutted the joint towards you, a brow lifting in suggestion. You met his clouded stare, eyes droopy and red from intoxication before dropping back down to the joint which emitted wisps of white smoke.
Without any hesitation, you took it from his hand and rested it between your puckered lips, taking a long drag like what Haruchiyo did. It immediately burned your lungs and throat, you couldn’t properly puff out the smoke as you coughed uncontrollably at the foreign sensation in your chest and tears began forming in your eyes.
Haruchiyo stroked your back and slightly chuckled at you, “You took it like a champ.”
He grabbed your hand that held the joint and pulled it closer to his lips before slowly inhaling, his pretty eyes never leaving yours the whole time he did this, and before he exhaled, he placed a hand on your nape and pulled you closer to him. Haruchiyo puffed out smoke past your lips as he gave you open mouthed kisses.
Everything felt so good and light. Your senses were becoming clouded as Haruchiyo did more rounds of blowing smoke into your mouth, you felt light headed, your sense of touch was heightened and you felt horny.
You suddenly felt everything. With the way his warm hands enveloped your neck to the way his lap felt against your thighs.
With intoxication clouding your senses, you didn’t hesitate to swing your leg over his lap and straddle Haruchiyo, to which he merely responded by holding either side of your hips, smirking.
“Haruuu, I want you so bad.” you leaned into his neck, sucking a spot which made him groan.
You started grinding your hips against his as you felt something tingling down there, begging for some kind of friction. Haruchiyo guided your hips against his hard clothed cock, shamelessly moaning at the sensation. Everything felt so good that even as little as grinding against you could get him over the edge.
“Fuck, princess, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into…” he whined as he rested the back of his head against the backrest of the couch, moving your hips back and forth.
You needed more.
You wanted to be closer to Haruchiyo and without thinking, your hands trailed down his chest and into his joggers but before your hands could venture any further, Haruchiyo caught your wrist, “I want to taste you.” he whispered, and kissed your hand.
The two of you messily made your way to his bedroom, lips moulding together and hands tangled with one another.
Haruchiyo softly pushed you onto the soft bed, you made yourself comfortable by scooting up to his pillows before laying down, the room was spinning and your head was pounding but you didn’t care.
He followed suit, crawling up to you and began marking your neck, his large hands making its way inside your pyjama top and grabbing your breast.
“No bra? How naughty…” he chuckled against your neck.
You could only whine at this as he roughly massaged your breasts. You didn’t even know your top was gone until Haruchiyo wasted no time sucking, licking and biting them, giving it all the attention it deserved.
“Haru, please. I just want you.” you grew impatient at his ministrations, he thought you were cute because you clearly had no idea what he was about to give you.
“And you’ll have me… you’ll just have to be a good girl for me first. I want to taste all of you.” he trailed a hand down past your stomach and into your pants. You immediately threw your head back as he circled your clit through your panties, groaning out his name as you tried to close your legs.
“Hmm, so responsive.” Haruchiyo smirked at the state of you as he pried your legs apart.
He wasted no time taking the last pieces of clothing off your body, pulling both your pants and panties down your legs.
Warmth spread up to your cheeks as you were exposed to Haruchiyo, it was your first time doing this and no one had ever seen the entirety of your body.
You closed your legs, suddenly feeling shy as he didn’t bother to hide the stare directed at your wet pussy, “Don’t hide from me now… you wanted this, remember?” he grabbed both of your knees and parted your legs, trailing soft kisses on your inner thigh.
Haruchiyo breathed in your scent as he got closer to your sex. He took experimental licks at your folds and observing your reaction to them, your face was contorted in pleasure and your head was thrown back against his pillows. He took this as an indication to keep going, and he did.
He pressed his mouth against your clit and started sucking like his life depended on it, this earned a loud moan of his name from you which urged Haruchiyo even more.
He slipped his tongue past your folds and explored the warmness of you, you tasted so fucking sweet and he couldn’t get enough of you. He alternated between giving your clit stiff licks and sucking on it which made your hands fly down to his rosy pink tresses and before you knew it, Haruchiyo had brought you to your first orgasm.
You felt a sharp sensation run up your spine as Haruchiyo brought you over the edge, lapping up every single bit of your cum, your vision became white for a second and you swore you saw stars.
Your chest heaved at the intense sensation but you couldn’t help look down at him, he had your cum running down his chin, messy rosy pink hair and heavy lidded eyes.
“I’m not done with you yet, I’m just getting started.”
By the time he brought you to your second orgasm using his fingers, you were already sensitive but you knew what was coming next and you’ve been anticipating this ever since you started grinding on his clothed cock.
Although, you were a bit afraid of his length even though you haven’t seen it, but you’ve surely felt it. Two slender fingers were already too much for you, so you didn’t know what to expect of his cock.
Haruchiyo finally took off all articles of clothing that hid his pretty body, you gaped at his torso, he was definitely on the skinnier side but was well-built. He reached for his joggers and pulled them down along with his brief, he sighed at the sensation that his cock wasn’t being restrained by anything.
Fuck, he was long.
You stared at his stiff cock in all its glory, it wasn’t that thick but his length definitely made up for it. The tip had a pretty shade of pink, just like his lips and was already leaking of precum.
He gave his cock a few strokes before grabbing a condom from the night stand and rolling it down his length, he got on the bed and crawled closer to you.
Haruchiyo sat on his knees and rubbed the tip of his dick at your entrance which earned a whine from you, he got on top of you and started kissing your lips, distracting as he was slowly slipping his dick inside.
“Haru, fuck!” your hands flew to his biceps, gripping them as he pushed further inside, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you anywhere?” his head shot up, concern filling his eyes as he met your glassy gaze, you hastily shook your head and urged him to continue.
With that, Haruchiyo continued pushing in, “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight for me…” he buried his face against your neck, goosebumps arising from his hot pants. You felt an uncomfortable stretch as he continued to push his cock inside your tight heat but at the same time, it felt good. So good.
As he bottomed out, Haruchiyo had to take a breather, you were hugging him so tight that if he moved even the slightest bit, he would come right then and there. He pulled out just a bit and squeezed the base of his cock until the urge to cum just dissipated.
“Please move.” you whined and brought a hand up to his cheek, stroking his scar.
Haruchiyo obeyed and didn’t waste any time before slowly moving in and out of you which caused you to moan loudly and throw your head back against his pillows, your exposed neck gave him the liberty to paint it with even more bruises.
He started to pick up his pace, his balls slapping against your ass and loud squelching sounds could be heard throughout the room.
“F-fuck! You’re so good for me, huh? No wonder why you chose me over them—ngh! You like a man who can give you good dick?” he panted against your ears, sucking and nibbling on them as his thrusts didn’t falter.
You could only moan at his words and claw his back due to the unfamiliar sensation engulfing your body but Haruchiyo wasn’t satisfied with this. “Answer me.” he whispered before biting the side of your neck, harshly.
“A-ah, fuck! Yes! That’s you Haru.” you yelped.
You didn’t even know your eyes were closed until he pulled out of you and was about to whine in protest at his sudden movement, “Wha—” “Face down, ass up for me, pretty girl.” You sat up and turned to face the mattress, bringing your torso down and leaving your ass exposed.
Haruchiyo briefly massaged your ass before pushing back into your cunt and bottoming out all in one go. You balled your fists against his sheets and let out a loud moan, this position was even better, you never knew he could reach inside this deep.
He started moving again, hips loudly slapping against your ass as he matched the thrusts he had previously given you, your moans were definitely a pitch higher and all kinds of sounds spilled from your lips uncontrollably.
You were suddenly roughly grabbed by the back of your neck, resulting in your back pressing against Haruchiyo’s broad chest. Both his palms massaged each of your breasts as he fucked up into you, causing you to throw your head back at his shoulder.
“You’re always so good for me… so pretty.” he whispered, his voice strained indicating that he was close.
“Mm! Only for you Haru—ah!” you reached down and started rubbing fast and tight circles on your clit, wanting to cum with him.
The coil inside you snapped and you started cumming around his cock, fisting your hands against his mattress as the familiar intense sensation runs up your spine. You loudly moaned his name, back arching as the pleasure became too intense.
At the same time, Haruchiyo roughly pushed your face back into the mattress, his thrusts becoming even rougher as he neared his climax.
All it took for him was your clenching walls and he threw his head back in pure bliss, mouth parted as loud shameless moans slipped out, grinding his hips against your ass which pushed his dick even further inside as he helped you ride out your orgasm.
A chain of profanities rolled from his tongue as he shallowly thrusted inside you, milking every last drop of his cum.
The two of you were both spent and sweaty, and how Haruchiyo managed to clean you up was beyond your comprehension. The last thing you saw were his aquamarine eyes and long lashes holding your gaze before sleep took over you, you swore you heard him say ‘I love you’.
The morning came rolling around and your eyes fluttered open, the first thing you saw was Haruchiyo’s peaceful state. He looked so pretty and effortlessly beautiful with the way his long lashes brushed against his cheeks.
You definitely had a keen eye for pretty things.
He looked soft, definitely a complete contrast from his persona last night.
You could get used to waking up to his pretty face every single morning because even though Haruchiyo didn't have anything materialistic to offer you, unlike everyone else, he only had one thing he could truly afford, the one you've been chasing your whole life.
Undivided attention.
Haruchiyo may have not noticed it but his love and attention may have been the most expensive gift you've ever received.
And you knew you’d fight for his love, no matter what it took because you were tired of hiding him from the world.
You wanted to scream your lungs out on a rooftop that you were in love with Haruchiyo Sanzu, the man who offered you nothing and everything at the same time.
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wild enough for you.
you grow insecure with the kind of normal that sanzu haruchiyo enjoys, and you worry that he has been keeping you in the dark because you aren’t crazy enough to keep up.
pairing : kmg!sanzu x reader
content : angsty but also fluffy. encounters and mentions of usual gang and criminal activity. jealousy with comfort. suggestive. drunk reader, and sanzu taking care of you.
you should have known that you could never keep up with the very active life that your boyfriend leads.
what normal person ends up wounded and bruised on an alleyway late in the night, only to be found by an unfortunate student passing by who is forced to take the person in question home to tend to them?
that is exactly have you met him. you being the unknowing student and him being the wounded man who would’ve died if it weren’t for your golden heart.
do you not see how you should have taken the hint from the very beginning?
but no, you closed your eyes to the sketchy shit that sanzu did because at first, you were too enthralled with how pretty his eyes looked, how enviable his hair was, and how beautiful he was in spite the scars.
after moving past the undeniable physical attraction, you fall in love with him deeply for all the times he visited you, ate home-cooked dinner with you, complainingly accompanied you while you studied, and all the days you just spent together like normal couples where no gang activity is involved.
however, this translates to the fact that sanzu is the one adjusting to your life. the life you share with him is simply just your life, not his. a normal life that involves only going to school in the morning and rushing straight home at the end of the day, with a few hangouts with friends here and there.
with that being said, this doesn’t apply both ways. it’s not that you do not want to get involved with your beloved’s life that he leads on the other side of the spectrum, it’s that he wouldn’t let you.
let’s be clear. sanzu doesn’t keep it a secret.
you know well that you are in a relationship with a delinquent, and you know how that term is a dire understatement of who he really is. he tells you that he is in a gang with other powerful people he has known since he was a kid. you know that he owns a katana that doesn’t need an explanation for what he uses it for, the blood stains on his uniform and his shirts are enough to tell you.
you love him too much to care about all that, to want to count how many people he has hurt, to keep tabs on the crimes he has committed. his loving kisses are enough to make up for all the things he rather keep to himself to protect you.
but sometimes, you wish he tells you more.
“anyway, ran haitani came up to our table and offered me a drink! and he was all over me! you have no idea how hot it was, his huge hand squeezing my thighs! the jealous looks of everyone!”
you and your friend exchanged knowing looks at the mention of a familiar name from a loud conversation happening at the adjacent table.
it’s not quite the relaxed evening you expected at this chill bar you entered to refresh with your classmate from university on a friday night, but you shrug it off and let them talk about hot men all they want.
it is only at the mention of haitani’s name that you start really listening. you realize they are talking about hot men specifically from kantou manji gang.
your boyfriend’s gang.
“was sanzu haruchiyo there?” you hear a woman ask, and you sit straight up to listen intently. “he’s the hottest of them all. i would take him over everyone else in his gang on any goddamn day!”
while you agree, there is a churning feeling in your stomach that grows larger at every agreement that follows that statement. it forms a green monster of jealousy and insecurity knowing how known your boyfriend really is, and how many wants him.
“i know, right? have you seen him in that white freakin’ uniform? he’s exactly the type of guy that my dad would be horrified of if i ever dated him, but that’s the charm in him!”
“but isn’t he in a relationship? that’s why among all of them, he doesn’t approach women at all?”
“who cares? you think a man like him would ever want to settle with just one woman? dream on. he’s gonna want all the women in the world!”
“that makes sense. a crazy man like him on the loose isn’t gonna want a leash on his neck. what he needs is an equally wild woman for an adventure!”
you bite your lip and sink deeper in the cushioned couch you’re sitting on, while your friend shoots you an apologetic and comforting smile.
they have no idea that you share a bed with sanzu haruchiyo. they do not know that he comes home to you every night, asking you to clean his wounds for him. they aren’t aware of all the times you cuddle the man in question to sleep, and play with his hair.
they do not know that sanzu will die for you because he is deeply in love with you, and only you.
and in this moment, you forget that too.
as much as you trust your haruchiyo, it kills you to think that they’re probably right.
your boyfriend is all too full of life and vigor, much too exciting to be settling with your boring life. he doesn’t deserve to make himself small and contain himself in your routines. he deserves to live.
you wish you are strong enough to let him go, but still, you do not want to. you love him, and it would kill you to have to set him free.
if you can’t set him free to live the life he was born to live, the least you could do is… be wild enough.
for the rest of the night, you drown yourself in alcohol until you reach past the state of being in the right mind. you are far from sober, and your friend has no idea what to do with you.
so she grabs your phone and gives your boyfriend a quick call. her hands are trembling at the fact that she is talking to a man as dangerous as he is, but you are absolutely out of control and sanzu is the only one who knows how to deal with you.
“y/n, please! you can’t go there!” your friend pleads with you as she pulls you away from the rowdy part of the bar where the dance floor is.
it is full of creeps and people who want to get laid, and you are definitely not available for all that. but that’s part of getting wild, right?
fuck midterms! fuck your due essays! fuck university! tonight, you will be wild enough to keep up with your boyfriend, and then maybe he’ll wanna stay with you!
“it’s going to be fine!” you slur your words drunkenly, matching with the wiggling of your feet as you squeeze yourself in the ocean of people and dance with whoever stands next to you.
your friend loses sight of you, and you gain more freedom to just dance to the rhythm of the booming music. you do not care whose body you’re touching or whose drink you just accepted. you just let loose.
you have never done this before, and as much as you respect anyone who parties like this since it’s their life and they can do anything with it, it doesn’t feel like yourself. but then again, you are on a mission.
“fucking hell!”
suddenly, a strong grip wraps around your wrist and you are being forcefully dragged away from the dance floor. you giggle in your drunken state when you see your boyfriend’s back, who is currently seething with rage as he pulls you outside of the bar.
“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” he shouts as soon as he gets you alone. “you’re gettin’ fucking drunk now, huh? dancing with other men?! you know how i could’ve snapped their necks!?”
you giggle adorably and you place your palms on his chest flirtatiously. you can’t help it when he’s in his white kantou manji uniform, and with his beautiful hair tied up in a ponytail like this.
“l-like it, hmm? wild e-enough… for you, baby?”
he doesn’t understand what the hell you’re saying but he does know that you are too drunk to keep yourself upright. he erupts in another string of continuous curses and he scoops you in his arms, to settle you inside his car, and take you home.
“h-haru… y’like me like this? wild? hmm?” you continue asking him over and over again until you get home. he still doesn’t understand, and his eyebrows almost meeting is enough clue of that.
he almost throws you on the huge couch as soon as you arrive, but he cares for you too much to ignore you so he wets a cloth to clean you with it.
sanzu haruchiyo is angry. this is the angriest you have ever seen him, but he continues wiping your body with the cloth, and it kind of sobers you up.
“i have no idea what you’re fucking thinking. first, you fail to tell me that you’ll be drinking in a bar with a friend and i would like to know that so i wouldn’t be taken by surprise like this! and then you get absolutely wasted? and dance with men! for what?!”
he is seething, and you want to start by saying sorry. but instead, you run to the bathroom to vomit out all the alcohol you downed earlier. despite his anger, he follows you to the toilet and he runs his hand up and down your back to caress it.
“there, there, it’s going to feel better now,” he comforts you, but you know his disappointment for tonight is still there.
sanzu flushes the toilet and pulls you up, guides you to the sink, and helps you wash your mouth while holding your hair for you.
you burst into tears at how gentle he handles you despite the fury going on in his system. you feel like shit, and you are both sorry and insecure.
finally, you face your angry boyfriend. he closes the distance between you until your back meets the sink and he cages you between his arms.
“explain.”
he is melting at the sight of your tears but he is dying to hear your explanations. he wants to know that you love him still, and that you don’t want other men. he needs to know that you’re not doing this because you want to break up with him. he needs you to let him know that you love him… because he loves you.
“i-i’m sorry, haru,” you manage to say in between your sobs. “i didn’t know what to do. i was scared.”
“scared? scared of what?” he asks, because how could you be scared of anything when you have a boyfriend who is head over heels for you who can just annihilate all the things that you hate?
“of losing you!”
“how could you ever lose me, huh, baby doll?” his tone softens, because at long last, he finally knows that you are afraid to lose him just like he is afraid of losing you. “that still doesn’t explain why you’d get yourself drunk like that. doesn’t make sense to me.”
“because… you keep so many secrets from me. m-makes me think i’m not worthy enough to know what you’re doing because… i’m not wild or crazy enough!”
is that what this is? sanzu hates invalidating your feelings, but shit. that explanation is fucking nuts.
“baby, i don’t keep secrets. i tell you about my day. but there are things i’d rather not let you know because… it’ll keep you safer that way.”
“so, it’s not because… i’m boring?”
he cups your face with his hands, “you entertain me just fine, baby. what the fuck is this about not being wild enough, huh? who told you you need to change anything for me? i don’t fucking care for all that.”
“it’s just that, i heard women talk about you. a while ago. they said people like you won’t want to settle down or something… ‘cuz it’ll bore you…”
“you can tie me down right now and get me fuckin’ married and i won’t complain for shit, baby. all i want is to be with you. they clearly do not know me.”
you stop sobbing but hiccups linger, making sanzu grin at how adorable you look like this. he wipes your tears away with his thumbs and he sighs loudly.
“and here i was getting worried you just wanted to dance with other men ‘cause you finally realized i wasn’t good enough for ‘ya.”
your eyes widen in surprise. “no way! that will never happen! i love you so much! how could you think that?!”
“but that’s exactly what you’re doing to me…”
his voice calms you down and you realize that he is right. “i know… i’m sorry, haru. i know you love me.”
he nods and kisses the tip of your nose. “only you. you don’t have to change anything for me. don’t have to be crazy. i can be crazy for the both of us, baby.”
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me now that sanzu has spoken:
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"All mine"
Sanzu Haruchiyo x reader
Summary: You want to leave him when he least expects it but he already does.
Warnings: Nudity, abuse mentions, mature themes, mentions of smut, yandere themes
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You took deep shallow breaths keeping your eyes shut, as you lied on your back next to your lover as he lay fast asleep.
You could feel the beads of sweat that lay in the valley between your breast, a reminder of the strenuous love making you had with Sanzu.
This was your plan, to get Sanzu as tired as possible so you could complete your goal, and what better way to make a man tired then by having him drill his cock into you over and over again.
Of course Sanzu wouldn't say no to such request, especially when you had yourself splayed on the white silky sheets in nothing but your lace panties and only your arms to cover your breast that were already spilling, they were practically screaming for Sanzu to come and take them into his mouth.
When Sanzu had seen the display of you lying there mouth agape with lust filled eyes, he didn't waste a minute to start undressing himself.
"All this for me?" He asked rhetorically as he began to unbutton his shirt.
You watched him with an intense gaze of want, trying to make him speed his actions of undressing.
When he had finally got his shirt off and began unzipping his pants is when you started the real show, moving your arms from your breast allowing them to be out in the cool air which caused your nipples to pebble. Carefully pushing your panties to the side slipping the tips of your fingers into your arousal as the other hand went to your mouth allowing your tongue to slide over the digits.
"Please Sanzu Hurry" you moaned seductively, trying your best to have him as aroused as possible.
And your attempt had worked, when Sanzu had finally freed his straining member from his slacks it stood erect and hard pushing against his lower abdomen little droplets of precum spilling out already dripping down.
"Ready for me Princess"? Sanzu asked with a smirk as he slightly palmed his member as he approached your figure lying on the bed.
He took you in every position imaginable. From having you in missionary to the mating press. Never stopping not even to catch his breath, lost on the sea of pleasure that was coming from your slick arousal sucking him in deeper squeezing him with every thrust in.
"God, your pussy has a vice grip" he said as he had you on your hands and knees while he fucked you senseless from behind.
Sanzu final orgasm hit him when he had you on your side, slowly pulling out of you with a groan as he rolled over to his side of the bed, closing his eyes not saying a single word as he fell asleep.
And now here you were at exactly 01:05 am, you had opened your eyes quickly to steal a glance at the clock on that stood on the vanity.
Ready to stand up and leave him, to leave Sanzu.
You had to do this, you knew it was for the best. Sanzu's love was to much it suffocated you.
The Sanzu you had fallen in love with was gone and the shell of the man you once loved lie beside you tufts of pink hair splayed out on the pillow as his nose scrunched in his sleep.
This new Sanzu that now lied beside you slowly crept into your lives, he would appear when you'd come home late from work due to traffic, or when people's stares would linger on you to long.
Sanzu would become frantic whenever these things would happen constantly questioning you where you were, if you knew the people who starred at you, why did that guy open the door for you.
When you told others about his actions they'd only tell you
"His just caring about you (Y/N). It's a good thing"
But they didn't know the extent that Sanzu's possessiveness would go to.
"I'm sorry (Y/N) you can't go to work, that guy you work with has been getting to friendly with you" he said as speaking against the locked bedroom door.
Sanzu grip on you was brutal, never allowing you out of his sight, always by your side.
And that is why you had come up with the idea of leaving him, while he was sleeping, while his mind was in pure bliss due to the pleasure and his body to tired from pushing into yours.
You carefully looked at the clock again, 01:25 am, the clock read. You slowly began lifting your upper body trying your best not to disturb Sanzu's sleeping form.
As you began to shift your leg out of the blanket you felt a hand slither around your waist. You internally screamed not knowing what to do, trying your best to compose yourself you lifted his arm from your waist, only to feel it tighten and pull you flush against his chest.
"You know (Y/N) when you sleep you let out soft snores, and I haven't heard one leave that cute mouth of yours for nearly the whole night" Sanzu said half awake.
Your heart beat was skyrocketing until Sanzu the words left his mouth and your heart sank.
"Just go back to sleep baby. "
"There is no escaping"
"Ever."
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⋆꙳✧༄ Gun kink gone wrong
❖ Character: Sanzu
❖ Reader: female | AFAB
❖ Wordcount: 0.9k
❖ Summary: Sanzu wanted to explore his gun kink further but it went terribly wrong.
❖ WARNINGS: sub!reader, gun kink, degradation, oral (reader giving), masturbation, sucking on a gun, major character death (getting shot)
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This damned gun, you always swore it would be the end of you - not quite literally. Sanzu always carried it with him, even to your first date and that was the first time you saw his gun, or any gun to be honest. It didn’t scare you but you had respect for it, knowing how easy it is to end a life with just one small movement of a finger.
The way Sanzu handled it with so much care despite looking so casual had you feeling something inside of you and you couldn't quite place a finger on what exactly it was until he took you to an abandoned warehouse so you can shoot it if you want, on random objects, beer cans and wooden planks that were laying around. Sanzus arms were tightly wrapped around you as he helped you to hold and aim properly, breathy voice softly instructing you and you would be lying if you said it didn‘t turn you on. He felt it as well, the way your plush behind pressed against his crotch, pants growing tighter by the minute.
Once you managed to hit a beer can for the first time he took the gun from you, twirling you around just to kiss you loving in the cold air of the night, tongue asking for entrance which you granted him as your lips parted. You were lost in the kiss until you felt cold metal press against your temple and immediately pulled away „H-Haruchiyo this is not funny. Stop it“ You said terrified, scared he accidentally pulled the trigger. All he did was smirk as he removed the weapon from your skull to show it to you „The safety lock in on my love… And i know that you want this deep down“ he mused, letting the cold metal glide over your cheek as you nodded gently, still not completely sure about all this. „I will stop the second you say so“ he reassured you, hands finding their way to the back of your dress to open the zipper.
The second the fabric fell to the ground you felt the cold air hit your bare chest, a slight grin plastered onto Sanzus face when he saw that you didn’t wear a bra, hands cupping your boobs with so much care as he kissed your neck, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin. You could barely stand the attention, legs closing tightly to get some sort of relief between your legs. This didn't go unnoticed by Sanzu, a small chuckle escaping him as he got his gun out again, trailing it up your body to rest against your temple again. „Get on your knees if you want to live“ he hummed, making sure that you still wanted this but your eyes were completely dark from lust, sinking to your knees right away to be obedient. With shaking hands you opened his pants, letting him step out of them along with his underwear. Your mouth was watering from the sight in front of you, his heavy cock right in front of your mouth.
His free hand came to your jaw, pushing his fingers into your cheeks to get you to open your mouth „Now be a good little slut and show me what that mouth is good for“ he spat and you nodded, licking a long stripe over the thick vein from his base all the way to his tip, letting your tongue swipe over it to get a taste of his pre cum before wrapping your lips around him to slowly bob your head up and down his length. The nozzle of the gun got pressed against your temple with more pressure „You can do that better, love“ he warned you and you whined, letting him slip into your throat so your nose was flush against the small patch of hair, trying to give him what he wanted while your own hand came down to your core, pushing two of your own fingers into your needy hole.
He definitely didn't like that, pulling you off of his cock by your hair „so impatient, hm? Let me show you how I like it“ he said cold, pulling you up to give you a harsh kiss before shoving the gun into your mouth, gagging on the taste of it. „And now suck“ he instructed you, forcing more of the gun into your poor mouth. In a rush of adrenaline you moaned around it, enjoying the rough treatment. Sanzu didn’t notice how the safety lock slipped out from your eager movement as his finger swept over the trigger „i could end your life so easy, darling… so show me what a good girl you are or i pull the trigger for real“ he chuckled low, pushing down on it ever so slightly, a bullet flying through the back of your head.
With pure panic you looked up at your lover who was frozen from the shock, equally panicked as he watched the light leave your eyes, unable to save you as you died in his arms within a matter of seconds. The gun was tossed across the room as sobs wrecked through the abandoned place, Sanzu holding your cold body in his arms. He never meant to be this reckless, to actually pull the trigger, not understanding how this could have happened, how he could have shot his lover.
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YOU BREAK UP WITH THEM.
+ tags. angst, hurtful words (from ran huhu), breaking up, established relationships
+ characters. sanzu haruchiyo, ran haitani x f!reader (separately)
+ word count. 0.7k
+ note. hello. ><
sanzu haruchiyo.
“i’m tired.”
sanzu looked at you with furrowed brows; the phone that previously got his attention was now discarded on the coffee table in front of him, his brows raised when you chuckled bitterly—you were wondering what would make him look at you—and now, you got your answer.
“then go get some rest.”
“no, tired of us. tired of you.” you said nonchalantly, as if the words that you were saying weren't hurting him—as if it weren't hurting you. “let’s break up.”
sanzu wasn't surprised at all.
he also don't expect you to say anything anymore; that was enough for him. because that was it; you really became tired of him.
your face and actions were enough to tell him that you weren't gonna do this anymore. that you were not gonna wait for him to tell you what’s wrong instead of setting you aside.
you weren't gonna wait for him to open himself up to you. he didn't need any explanation, you were simply tired of him. and for the first time you do not expect him to say anything, to finally say his feelings out loud.
you do not expect him to beg for you not to leave because you know that’s not him, he’s not going to do that. you know he would choose to stay quiet and the next, act as if nothing happened and everything was okay.
you were tired of fighting for the two of you, for the mismatched efforts on your relationship. you were done defending him to yourself that maybe you can still do it—that even though he’s not showing it he wanted you to stay.
it was the same one word but the impact on the both of you were different. you felt free as he was uttering that word, you felt like the big thing that was weighing you down was slowly getting light but for him, saying that one word was the hardest that he’s ever done.
he didn’t want to. he wanted to say that he would try, but he doesn’t know how to. he just wished that you’d stay a little longer until he figures it out—but he knows that you’ve reached your limit.
that you would crumble and lose yourself the longer you stay with him.
“okay.”
ran haitani.
“could you give me some fucking space? it’s getting annoying.” ran said that made you stop, your hand that was clinging on his arm was discarded.
it’s been almost a month since you last saw him. this is the only time that you get to see and talk to each other because of your tight schedules and you wanted to cherish it—make the most out of it, but he was acting a bit different today.
“am i doing something wrong?” you asked, a bit teary eyed that made him roll his eyes. his actions feels like your heart was getting ripped into pieces. “i-i just wanted to be close to you. we barely saw each other this month.”
“i know but do you have to be literally on me-” he stopped and sighed, “see. this is why i don’t want to say anything. could you please not cry here. i feel like i can’t do or say shit cause it’ll make you cry like a fucking baby”
you weren’t really crying but you couldn’t stop a tear from falling. you were getting embarrassed and hurt. though, the pain was much more prominent; your chest was tightening every second you were looking at his face.
he’s different because he’s tired. he’s unhappy. he has been for the past few weeks—how could you not see it? he doesn’t want any more of this.
you almost begged him to go on this date too.
“then you’ll overreact on the slightest-”
“i wanna break up.” you said and he chuckled.
it took all of your strength to say that to him. to really mean it. this is how much you love him, that you’d want to set him free from you.
“see.” he rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders, “fine. let’s break up.”
ran thought that this was just one of your pretentiousness, that you were getting dramatic over the things that he said. you do this often before—break up with him but the next day you’ll text him and say that you couldn’t do it without him.
he was assured that you'll be back and take back what you said but why did it hurt the next morning when there weren’t a text from you?
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hey, may i request hurt to comfort with mikey, haruchiyo, ran, rin, keisuke and wakasa, where the reader flinches during an argument out of reflex? thank you in advance!
a/n : there's similar ideas already written by @kshira and @muichu check out their works too!
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mikey
"gosh mikey can we just stop im tired" you exhaustingly exhaled at your boyfriend who was sitting on the couch. "tired of what exactly y/n? you see this is why we argue all the damn time! we don't even talk anymore!" mikey raised his hand to hit the couch but you flinched when he did that. mikey noticed your flinching and looked at his hand "y/n.. you know i would never.." "no it's not that, they're just reflexes.." silence grew between you two. "maybe we should take some rest and talk about it tomorrow" you said cutting through the silence. mikey nodded but when he walked pass you, he have your forehead a kiss before hugging you "can we at least cuddle? i can't sleep without you.." "sure mikey"
haruchiyo
"haruchiyo fucking akashi, how many times have i said no drugs in our home?" you confronted him with a bag with white powder in it, shoving it into the man's face "mmh sorry" "that's it?" "you want me to say what huh?" "this has been happening too many times and you know that haru! you swore you won't bring those things home and you still did!" haruchiyo swinged his hand to grab his pounding head, the action so fast it made you flinch. haruchiyo noticed it and he sighed. "look, im sorry. i really am, it's just.. you know i've been clean for months now and those aren't mine. you know me better than everyone else y/n, i would never do things that would hurt you" he said with a double meaning that you understood. you lowered your head, took the bag and wanted to dispose it until he grabbed your wrist "i mean it, i would never hurt you" "i know haru, i- it was just reflex"
ran
"can we just sit down y/n?" "no! ugh how am i supposed to sit down when i just saw that- that slut hugging and almost kissing you?!" ran massaged his head, all his explanations coming to a dead end. and an angry you. "i told you, she's drunk. she isn't going to remember it anyways" he tried reaching your hand to sit down at the table with him but you refused, slipping your hands in his grasp. "no! i don't want to!" ran was at the edge so he accidentally shouted "just fucking sit y/n!" he never raised his voice at you, not when he's angry, not when he's drunk. never. so the tone made you flinch which he noticed that he wanted to hit himself. "i-im sorry okay? i promise you baby, she's no one. she got drunk and grabbed me because i was nearby. im so sorry, i would never want to hurt you.. please.." you sat down beside him, eyes blurry. "o-okay. im sorry, i made my own conclusions" "sorry for shouting baby" "n-no, it's just reflexes"
rindou
"stop it y/n i don't wanna hear it" "but rindou i thought you gave me the flowers" rindou threw his glasses on the table due to frustration. there was a bouquet of flowers on your doorstep and you happily put them in a vase, thinking it was from rindou. oh how you were wrong. "im sorry rindou, i'll throw them away okay?" rindou didn't like how someone would do so much effort to impress you, and to think the person succeeded in it? rindou wasn't thinking straight and threw the small vase into the nearest wall making you wildly flinch. when rindou has his thoughts cleared, he looked at the damage he has done and how you were crouched down, almost crying. "im sorry rin.. im sorry.." "fuck no it's not your fault.. it- it was mine. i- is your arm bleeding?" rindou was right, your arm was scratched with the vases parts flying so it bleed a little. "let me treat that" you flinched again when he touched you "i- im sorry.. do you want me to?" you nodded and let him treat the wound and kissed it better. "not your fault, not your fault" he mumbled under his breath.
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𖧧 𓂃 1,668 DEGREES. featuring haruchiyo sanzu.
❝ SYNOPSIS : with enough heat, even the most resilient materials will eventually reach their melting point.
❝ CONTENT : can be read as kmg or bonten sanzu, reverse comfort, fluff (?), sad sanzu
❝ NOTE : this is self indulgent i just want 2 hold him
haruchiyo “sanzu” akaashi did not cry.
haruchiyo “sanzu” akaashi was vicious, he was cold, a merciless man who came with an unmistakable red warning label.
yet this haruchiyo “sanzu” akaashi, deep beneath his long crafted exterior of titanium had his last fragile shard of humanity guarded like his own personal crown jewel.
yet no matter how durable, when heated up enough, even the thickest and most resilient metals had their melting points, and in a world where a metaphorical matchstick was held without rest to those unbreakable walls he’d spent so long building up, they too would reach theirs.
haruchiyo must have been a saint in his past life to be as terrible of man as he was and still somehow have someone to cool him down when he began to disintegrate.
when sanzu had turned up at your home, clock pushing 3am and the city long turned silent, your chilled hands against his skin was the unparalleled remedy to his bubbling, boiling blood.
sanzu laid in your arms; his only source of comfort when he was teetering on the edge of being smelted down completely, leaving a puddle of tears on the skin of your shoulder, breath hitching everytime he inhaled to keep a quiet sob down his throat. you didn’t know what exactly was wrong, nor if there was anything specific at all causing him anguish. it wasn’t the right time to ask.
without words you brought him into your bedroom, helped him out of his jacket and did your best to smooth out the mess that his hair had become, laid down beside him while he clung to you like you were the last lifeline he had. in retrospect, you probably were.
haruchiyo needed you as much as you did him. though his methods of showing it were far from traditional, you were his relief; his IV drip of fentanyl rushing through his bloodstream, the oxygen mask held to his nose that finally allowed him to breathe while his entire life mimicked a terrible hospital visit.
you played with and stroked the hair around his face, pushing it back and out of his eyes, you tenderly ran your thumbs over his damp cheeks, making sure to avoid the dry, scarred skin at the corners of his mouth (he didn’t like that part of his face touched— not that you would go poking at it anyway.)
he was warm against you, but not dangerously so. your touch was always the exact amount of refreshment he needed. in contrast, the way you kissed the top of his head and knew exactly what he needed without him needing to say it had him wanting to melt all over again. it made you wonder how someone could go from so crazed, to so delicate.
after what felt like hours— what probably was hours, sanzu finally spoke, his voice just loud enough for you to hear the hoarseness of it. you could feel his breath against the skin of your collarbone, but his words didn’t quite find your ears.
“hm? what’d you say?”
your volume matched his initial one. sanzu felt his heart cramp at how gentle you were with him, someone who was usually so brash. he spoke again, just barely louder than the first time, but this time the words found you easily.
“love you.”
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even when i’m hard to love.
you can argue that one of the most painful kinds of love there is, is the kind that refuses to be received. loving sanzu haruchiyo has taught you what it is like to adore someone who doesn’t think he deserves the good things in the world.
pairing : haruchiyo sanzu x reader
content : angst with comfort. mutual pining. the usual gang shenanigans. mentions of violence. inappropriate language.
growing up, you were so sure that your life would go according to plan. you will go to school and study hard, get in a prestigious university, graduate with latin honors, get a stable career, meet someone whom you will settle down with, and probably have a family if the tides ever say it’s right.
in hindsight, it was a good plan. it was commendable, and it was understandable how strict they were considering how young you were back when you mapped them all out. it really was a good plan, and you couldn’t have known that not everything would go your way.
sure, things went well for the first few steps. you got good grades and outstanding extracurriculars enough that got you into a university, albeit not your first choice (c’mon, life isn’t that kind). so far, you are still in the running for honors and the connections and experience you have accumulated basically quite assures that you’d have a decent job once you graduate.
but your luck stops there, because you fell in love with sanzu haruchiyo who can’t seem to accept it.
he does to you all the things that a lover would do for their loved one, but he never admits it. he would tip his feet to test the waters but never fully dive in.
you know deep down that he feels the same way, but years into this frenzied relation with him, you’re not so sure anymore. more often than not, you spend your nights soaking your pillows with your tears of unrequited love only to dry them off the next morning. loving haruchiyo has pushed you to do the unimaginable, to modify your plans into something where he would fit—but that is much too difficult.
he is uncontainable. the man you are so ready to give your heart and soul to is so near, but so damn unreachable. you can’t grasp him, you can’t keep him all to yourself because he is running like sand away from your tightened fingers.
you have had to scratch off your dreams of settling down and building a family because the man you’re in love with is… a blur. haruchiyo is a blur.
“what have you been doing, haru?” you ask as you approach the front steps of your dorm’s building, where sanzu was sitting on one of the steps with his head hung low, only looking up at the sound of your familiar footsteps and your voice.
“what do you mean?”
“i mean…” worriedly, you walk nearer and kneel down to level with his face and expect the cuts on it.
your face contorts into your usual expression of worry, and he hates it. he wants to flip a table and break anything on sight just for you to stop doing that expression on him.
“quit it, y/n.” he turns his face away, but you grip his chin gently and he wasn’t necessarily protesting so it was easy to keep him in place for more inspection.
“where did you get these wounds and bruises from, huh? i thought you were at home. did you get yourself into trouble again? do they hurt, haru?”
he glares at you, defensive now that you pointed out his face. he thinks he was stupid to hope that you won’t notice them or make a big deal out of them.
“just got into some stupid fight with frat boys who think they’re the shit. they’re not. you should see how they look. all black-eyed, passed out and shit.”
“them having it worse than you doesn’t make it any better.” you shake your head in disapproval, but you know better than to tell him off for doing what makes him feel alive. for now, you focus on patching him up.
he grins unseriously, “it makes it better.”
you choose to zip your mouth and no longer try to contest him to lessen the risk of having him run away again. “alright, then. i ran out of cotton swabs and antiseptics so i have to bring you to the clinic.”
the way he shoves your hand away from him does not even hurt you physically. the pain shot straight all the way to your chest where you felt it all. the pain of the rejection from him, and him alone.
“h-haru, i…” your voice trembles but you try to keep it all together. “i have to bring you there. i don’t want to leave your wounds overnight without doing anything. you need stitches. p-please. it’ll be quick. if i have to, if the nurse would let me, i would do it myself.”
he hates his scars and that is something you never fail to remember. as much as possible, you treat him fast to alleviate any pain and also… to prevent more scars that would haunt him. but if it’s just your opinion that matters, the scars he has are beautiful and you want to bury them with enough kisses to make him forget how he got them.
“let’s go, please. h-haru.”
meanwhile, you don’t notice the way sanzu shuts his eyes tightly in pure guilt at how you struggle to simply get him on board for his own sake.
“fuckin’ let it go.”
there he goes again, doing what he is best at. pushing you away and asking you not to care when it is obviously too late for that. acting like he’s too good for the love you gladly offer him.
you scoff at his attitude and stand up, leaving him sitting alone on the steps. “how could i let it go? you’re sitting in front of my building all hurt and bruised up and you think i won’t fuss over it?”
all you want to do it touch him. trace your fingertips over the red and purple marks on his face in hopes that the love you have all over you would ease the pain he carries around. hide him in your pockets so no one could ever dare lay a hand on him again.
it’s all so simple. you only wish for so little. is that all too much to ask for? to love him properly?
he looks up to shoot a sharp glare at you. “yeah! exactly! ‘cuz i only wanted some company who doesn’t act my goddamn mother!”
you don’t know it, and even he doesn’t know it, but he was lying. he went here because seeing you is his only comfort, but he doesn’t know that so he has no way of saying it. he went here because he knew exactly how you would react and he’s addicted to how it feels being cared for by you. but again, he doesn’t realize that. he acts on autopilot.
“your mother? really?” you almost spit in offense. even if he either meant it literally or in a sense that cages him, it’s both hurtful. his mother left him the way you never did, and you never meant to smother him to the point of suffocation.
“i don’t even know what you mean by that. i don’t think i want to know. but let me say this to you—if you hate it so much being taken care of, then maybe my company isn’t what you need. i will always worry about you and you want someone who doesn’t. it’s not me who you’re looking for. you don’t want me.“
he does.
god, he does.
but you don’t know it.
and he won’t say it.
he stands up to finally settle in front of you, and the way he towers over you still didn’t fail to dismantle the demons in your stomach despite the situation.
“why’d you care so much for me, hm?” he challenges you smugly, hiding the disdain he has for himself for always putting you in these situations. “come on, pretty girl. tell me why you do all this shit for me.”
a tear escapes your eye and it shakes him to the core. he is taken aback he almost forgot his lines, and for a moment when his mind went blank, he really did.
“why would you cry for someone like me?”
you stupidly and courageously meet his eye.
“don’t act like you don’t know. i have told you so many times before. i tell you all the time.”
of course, he knows that. he just wants to hear you say it again just in case he dies in his sleep tonight.
“i love you, haru. i am in love with you. that’s why. you don’t remember because you don’t want to accept it. tomorrow, you will forget that i love you. tomorrow, when you wake up, you will not know that i worry for you, night and day.”
“you’re fucking stupid,” he says. he means it. you’re stupid for daring to love someone like him. you’re stupid for setting yourself up for a huge heartbreak.
the agreement that follows doesn’t shock him.
“i know.”
sanzu haruchiyo knows about your plans. he knows all about your dreams. he knows about your dream of getting married at the beach right before the sun sets. he knows of your openness to the possibility of having children, or if not, raising corgis with your life partner. he knows, and he wants it to be with him.
but it is exactly because he knows about how passionate you are about those dreams that he cannot dare take them away from you.
he’s a criminal, a gang member, and most definitely not a husband material you could exchange vows with nor raise children with. he would make a terrible husband and a much more horrible father.
he loves you so much that he can’t risk having you compromise your plans just to fit into the shape that he is. he can’t do that to you. if he could, he would be the one to adjust but he doesn’t know how.
so, he pushes you away.
he doesn’t deserve you. his family never loved him enough, how could he ever think he could love somebody right? your love is too good, too pure, too unadulterated for his soul who has seen all the horrors of life that he could already die.
in haru’smind, you deserve to be someone who either has a phd, a jd, or an md. whatever else would work, as long as that someone has a reputable job and could provide you the life you always planned for, not someone who doesn’t even know what he would do the next day. you deserve to be with someone who knows how to raise kids or how to care for dogs, not someone who would scare any delicate being with his scars. you should be with someone that is not him—but you’re not making it any easier.
everytime you would whisper “i love you, haru” in his ears where only he could hear, snippets of a future flashes in his head. whenever you confess “i am in love with you, so much” so simply, futures of him standing on the sands of the beach, delivering his vows to you. receiving those three words from you makes him believe that he could live the life you want, because in truth, that is also what he want.
say i love you, and he will want to cross out all boxes in your bucket list with you. he wants to be a part of your plans. he wants to have your ring on his finger, your child in his arms, or your dogs on his lap. whatever the fuck you want, he wants it.
he just doesn’t think he should want it. he doesn’t think he has the right to be that selfish.
it was torturous, each step he made the night he walked away from you after you told him once again that you loved him, but he thought it was for the better because you would finally get over him.
as much as that would kill him, he would be comforted by the fact that you would be okay
on your graduation day, you complete another part of your plan, but it doesn’t feel as fulfilling you thought it would be. you think spending four grueling years in university and finishing with honors would somehow send you off in a high, but that is not the case.
you are surrounded by all the people who love you, but your eyes search for the only one who doesn’t.
your friends and family don’t understand why you love him as much as you do, but that is only because they don’t know what only you and sanzu know.
nobody else knows the midnights you stay awake due to your really bad craps and sanzu sneaking past the dormitory guard to bring you supplies.
they don’t understand because they weren’t there when sanzu ran barefoot in his panic to the alley you nervously called him to when you thought you were being followed by a sketchy guy.
no one else but sanzu was around when you got sick during finals week and couldn’t hold up on your own so he cooked your meals as best as he can, changed the wet towel on your forehead every thirty minutes, helped you dress up, reminded you of the things you tried hard to study, and dragged you to class.
your love cannot be understood by someone who didn’t see how sanzu held you when you cried over the death of the dog you grew up with and the little funeral he set up with only the two of you.
they cannot possibly make sense of the amount of affection you have for the man if they weren’t in the room where sanzu first mumbled some unclear words that sounded so closely to i love you with your name attached to it in his sleep.
you stop trying to make them understand why you want to get out of your graduation party to run to the person who wasn’t there.
as you stride towards the street where sanzu’s apartment is to come and see him on this special day, you see him as soon as you turned the corner. you were quick to spot him, but he saw you first.
with a good six meters between you, you stand staring at each other in the middle of the busy street. you look at the other’s eyes like there’s no one else around. the feeling of longing and the familiar fucking sensation of being in love with him for too long burns your throat, like flowers are growing out of your lungs but you find yourself addicted to them.
your haru also stands still to stare at you, who is all covered in a huge coat that buries your body, and the intention in your eyes gives away that you are there for him. he disappears for months and on your graduation day that he is so painfully aware of, you go to him? how stupid can you be?
why are you here? he left you so you could move on.
damn woman. you can’t move on like this. i can’t forget you like this. i can no longer let you go like this. i will want to keep you all to myself like this.
how many times does he have to push you away for you to give up on him? he has lost count already, and surely you had too. you are always on the receiving end of his rejections and yet you willingly find him wherever he is, to the ends of the earth?
he thinks he has never loved you as much as he loved you in that moment. and he thinks he will love you even more if you close the distance.
because you know he never will, you do it yourself. you take the first step to swallow the distance he so carefully placed at the expense of his own heart just to protect your future. you take the remaining steps that would make it impossible for the both of you to move on from the intensity of this love affair.
sanzu haruchiyo wants to kneel on the concrete and raise his hands in both worship and blame at the god who created you to love him as much as this.
when you stop in front of him, he is still frozen but his eyes are warm. he is slowly seeping in the warmth you have always been trying to share with him.
“what are you doing here?” he asks, but not coldly. he asks because he wants to make sure you’re real.
“i didn’t want this day to end without you. it doesn’t feel right, haru. i want you there. more than anyone.”
a pause. you can already predict what he’d ask next.
“why?”
you never get tired of answering that question.
no matter how many times he rejects you, you still believe he deserves to hear them. you always go back to him because you know he deserves the love you are trying to give him. you always seek him because you know him too much to give up.
“because i’m in love with you.”
he doesn’t laugh this time, he doesn’t roll his eyes, he doesn’t tell you you’re wrong, he doesn’t tell you that you’re stupid. he only closes his eyes and accepts your hands that cup his cheeks, bringing his hands on top of them along the process.
“you cannot say or do anything that could change it. you can curse me, push me away, and hide from me, or even not see me ever again… but i will always do.”
he sheds a tear at your words.
the next time he speaks, his voice breaks. probably at the weight of the words and of the confession he cradled in secret for years.
“i love you, y/n. so fucking much i can’t wrap my head around it. my heart… feels like it only beats for you to the point where it feels like a fuckin’ sin.”
he doesn’t let you interrupt.
“it’s so easy loving you. but you love me. that’s where it gets complicated, baby. it’s so hard, y/n. it’s hard loving me. my family told me so. my friends tell me so. everyone i meet tell me it’s so… damn… difficult to love someone like me.”
you shake your head and will him to open his eyes, and he does. you look straight into them, making sure he would see the truth you have always held for him in your pupils that could only see him.
“it’s not. it’s not hard, haru. i love you, i love you as natural as i breathe. i love you like how my heart beats and how my blood runs in my veins. it’s not hard. i do it all the time. i love you all the time.”
it is his turn to shake his head. you love him too much to even mind how complicated he really is.
you only make it look easy even when he is hard to love, but he’ll take it. in all his greed and selfishness, he’ll accept it this time.
he will spend the rest of his life filling your life with love, happiness, and adoration to atone for it.
for now, he’ll cherish the softness of your lips and etch into his memory how perfectly they fit with his at the very first time they touch.
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☰ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 - 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬
⧫ Characters: Ran, Rindou, Sanzu
꒰ ͜͡➸ the fight | ꒰ ͜͡➸ Taiju/Hanma/Kazutora | ꒰ ͜͡➸ Mikey/Nahoya/Draken
⧫ Reader: female
⧫ Wordcount: 1.9k
⧫ Summary: What happens after their hand slipped? Can they fix your relationship?
⧫ WARNINGS: Mentions of violence and reader getting hit once
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☰ Ran:
The second the door closed, signaling that you left a shiver ran down Rans back, the consequences of his actions only settling now. Rindou was frozen to the spot, not expecting things to turn out the way they just did.
With a deep sigh Ran sat down on the couch, staring with empty eyes at the broken television, his hand still tingling from how hard He hit you just moments ago “She had no right saying that to you” He mumbled to his younger brother, trying to find a reason to why He did what He just did. As if Rindou had woken up from his frozen state He shook his head “She was right though… I just destroyed both of your lifes with a lie” He mumbled full of regret, Rans head snapping over to him “what do you mean - a lie?” He asked way too calm, having fear bubbling up in the younger Haitani again. “It was me. I’ve been teaching her to fight for a while now. I broke the baton and the TV on accident” He admitted, voice barely above a whisper which caused Ran to lose it completely, trashing the whole apartment in a fit of rage before He stormed out, needing to be alone. He wished he can just go tot you now, pull you against his chest as he apologizes for hurting you but no matter what he said, nothing would be enough and he certainly knew better than to go to you now, it would only get worse.
Weeks went by with Radio silence from both sides, missing your boyfriend despite what he did, regretting what you said to Rindou in a fit of rage - maybe you deserved to be slapped back to reality. What you didn’t expect when you heard a knock on the door, was to see the younger Haitani actually standing in your doo, forcing himself inside so you have to listen „Please y/n just one minute and i will be gone“ he pleaded and you granted him said one minute in which he apologized dearly, letting you know just how full of regret he is. „It’s okay if you don’t forgive me but please go and see Ran… He’s miserable without you. All he does is work and get drunk - that’s not him“ he mumbled upset, hating the shell his brother has become. „He is miserable“ you ask with fake amusement „I had to cover the bruise for a week. He hit me Rindou… Did he ever once consider how miserable i was?“ You spat, tears welling at your eyes as you shoved RIndou towards the door.
Yet another surprise waited for you, a half drunk Ran sitting next to your door - has he been there all this time? He jumped to his feet the second the door opened, not daring to meet your eyes „Please my Bunny… Let me apologize“ he said sincere, feeling himself sober up at the seriousness of the situation. You sighed, shaking slightly because this was all too much, still letting him come in before all your neighbors hear anything. „What i did was wrong but i can't turn back time… i can only ask for your forgiveness and be a better man, be better for you - if you let me that is“ He began, unsure of where to start „Please forgive my mistake, i never meant to lose my temper and hurt you, never wanted to scare you, i promised that“ he continued, eyes bloodshot and glossy from the lack of sleep, alcohol and the way he tries not to break down in front of you.
You knew you crossed a line that day and that he wasn’t in his right mind at that moment so you lifted your hand, Ran almost flinching, thinking you would slap him. However your hand came to rest on his cheek in a loving way, having him leaning into your touch „I forgive you Ran Haitani but things need to change. You have to stop treating me like a fancy prisoner and let me do things i want to do“ You said serious, eyes connecting with his as he nodded „everything for you, Bunny“ He said sincere, hoping the nightmares of hurting you will stop now that you will be with him again.
☰ Rindou:
This was the last Party Rindou had, barely even leaving his room for weeks except for work. He became a shell of himself, quiet, depressed even. But no matter what he did, he couldn’t get over you, barely remembering what exactly happened, just flashes of how his hand connected with your cheek in a drunken rage of jealousy.
It came to a surprise to Ran when he got home and there was music blasting, people filling the apartment again after weeks of deafening silence. Did he finally move on? Did he apologize and everything is okay again? When he finally found the younger Haitani to ask what going on his blood was boiling, seeing another woman in his arms instead of your familiar face. Stalking over to him with long Stepps he ripped him away from the woman, fist connecting with his jaw but Rindou didn’t even try to dodge it, as if he needed this wake up call, as if he would punish himself with it. „Did you at least apologize to her before you fuck around?“ He asked with a voice full of anger, Rin only shrugging „She wouldn’t want to hear it. Need to forget her“ he said cold, unable to stand this loneliness, the pain in his heart. Yes, he knows how wrong this was but he cant take it anymore, the silence and knowing that you don’t love him anymore. The image of seeing you in his brothers bed - even if it was nothing serious - was burned into his head, unable to shake the feeling of regret at how he neglected you.
Before he even realized that minutes had past as he daydreamed, the people got sent out by Ran, chased out of their shared apartment as Rindou just watched, sitting down on the couch with his face buried in his hands. He craved your touch, your love, the way you always cared for him and your smile - how long has it been since he even seen it?
Weeks passed again and Rindou became a shell of himself again, trying to accept the fact that it was his lack of attention and the way he physically hurt you was what made you leave him, running away from him actually and he deserved it. What he didn’t know is that you actually agreed to come to the older Haitanis birthday party, something small with just good friends. In fact he didn’t know until he saw you grab some snacks in the kitchen, quickly rushing to his brother. „How could you invite her? I can not… I’m not ready to see her“ He said rather worried and Ran shrugged „She’s my friend. And last time i checked you didn’t car about her being here“ He snapped, not caring for Rindous feelings as he was the one who fucked it up, not you.
He spent the majority of the night watching you from across the room, trying to come up with the right words but they all seemed to fade when you made your way up to him. The next thing he felt was how your hand connected with his cheek, the burning sensation setting in right away as you winced from the pain it caused your hand. „That’s for hurting me and accusing me of sleeping with your brother“ you mumble and apologies came flooding out of him right away, only shutting up when your palm caressed his red cheek, soothing the pain and drowning out all noises around him as if it was only you and him in the apartment.
„I forgive you… but i need you to pay more attention to me again, just like you used to do“ You mumble softly, kissing the corner of his lips which made him melt. He threw you over his shoulder and took you to his room, ending the party early for the two of you „Let me hold you, yes? I missed you… a lot“ he admitted, blush spreading across his cheeks when you opened your arms to welcome him back into your heart.
☰ Sanzu:
The moment you left, Sanzu lost himself, he lost his touch to reality, the ground beneath his feet. All he felt was the feeling of falling and spiraling down without anything to hold onto. He knew that you were the only good thing in his life and that he didn't deserve you, not even close but he needed you to stay sane, to function and to wake up every morning.
Of course he would never leave Mikey behind, he would never even think of doing such a thing. But in order to deal with everything Mikey brought along, he needed you to even it out, to have you bring love, care and the good moments in his life. And how miserable he felt to even depend on you the way he did, he was an adult after all and can't expect you to be there for him if he can give you nothing in return, not even his time, not even the bare minimum.
So when he saw you walking on the other side of the street, way past midnight he thought his mind was playing tricks on him yet again until you too seemed to notice his presence, looking at him like a deer caught in headlights before hurrying away from the scene. Sanzu didn’t even think twice to go after you, leaving Mikey behind and not looking out for the traffic, all he could think of was - you.
When he finally caught up to you, he gently held onto your arm as if you would evaporate under his touch „y/n… Angel, please don’t run away from me“ he begged with a weak voice. You looked past him, making sure Mikey was far enough from you „Haru, i can’t . He told me to leave or else he will kill me“ you said full of fear, knowing what he’s capable of but Sanzu shook his head „i promise, i make you my priority. I will never lay a single finger on you again if my touch isn’t full of love“ he reassured you, deadest on keeping his promise but you took your hand out of his „I know Haru… But I can not go on like that with Mik-„ you tried to reason but he interrupted you „I will kill him if he even thinks about hurting you. You’re everything to me - but don’t make me choose please“ he declared in a desperate way and you believed him, you believed the seriousness in his eyes to protect you and to be there for you again.
A long sigh escaped your lips before you pressed a small kiss to both of Sanzus hands „I forgive you for what you’ve done but I’m not ready to forgive Mikey yet. Let’s go home, yes? Let us take things slow“ you mumbled, missing the moments spent between the two of you. Without so much as a look towards Mikey he nodded „Let’s go home my Angel… Let’s take care of the rest later“ he agreed, giving you the smallest smile as your fingers locked with his.
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✵ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 ✵
❝talk to me as i am sleeping, hold me while i'm dreaming.❞
♡ sanzu haruchiyo ♡
a/n: how could i be a sanzu stan and not write about him?? soft sanzu hours is my favorite! (this piece is heavily self indulgent)
content: fluff, husband sanzu x y/n (reader), comfort but slight angst (?), sanzu is a sweetheart, reader is really touchy, soft smut (not gonna give too many details cuz where’s the fun in that?), all acts are consensual, not checked for grammatical errors.
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if shifting by using quantum jumping was possible, would you be able to sleep every night knowing that you’re in your desired reality?
a reality where life was absolutely perfect, not a single flaw detected.
a life where your husband of two years would be home by evening, sitting down for the fresh off the stove dinner you prepared instead of shoving it inside the fridge for him to heat it up later.
a reality where the bed didn’t seem too big as you laid on it peacefully, welcomed by a strong pair of arms as you drifted off to sleep.
it was a regular friday night, the weather outside wasn’t too pleasant at the moment. it was pouring outside, the loud pitter-pattering noise of the raindrops hitting your window before thunder and lightning strikes again.
nights like these used to be your biggest fear, after all, you were the only soul inside the huge penthouse in the center of tokyo right now. it was scary to stay home alone while the sky roared and wept, but you eventually got used to it and realized that it was rather comforting.
at least you weren’t the only one who was crying.
you tapped on your phone screen, the sudden light nearly blinding you as you checked the time. it was nearly two in the morning and sanzu still hasn’t returned from work.
matter of a fact, it’s been two days since he’s last stepped a foot back home. the last time you both spoke was during lunchtime the day before yesterday, where he informed you about some odd mission mikey put him and the haitani brothers on.
you let out a heavy sigh, not surprised at this very frequent reoccurrence.
this wasn’t something out of the ordinary.
you knew what you were getting into when you accepted bonten’s number two as your boyfriend, who would soon be your husband as well. it’s not a lie that your husband gets his hands dirty with blood and violence for illegally earned money as a source of income. you couldn’t help but let your anger die down like a weak flame when you realize that everything that he has done and is continuing to do is all for you.
yet, you still couldn’t help yourself but be worried. you would have multiple nightmares about getting a phone call in the middle of the night from one of sanzu’s colleagues that something bad happened to him. or maybe one night, he didn’t come back home, maybe jailed or killed.
the possibilities are never ending, which only makes your fear grow.
you tried to shake those thoughts out of your head, snuggling inside the warm blankets at you hugged the pillow next to your head. everything reminded you of him, though he may not physically be here with you, his scent latched onto you like poison lacing into someone’s veins.
you missed sanzu so much, it was one of those nights where you wished that he worked a regular nine to five job. you wanted to have your husband in your arms at night, hold him and look into his eyes as you whisper the sweetest honeyed words to him.
pure love, that what you felt towards sanzu haruchiyo.
you didn’t want the pink haired man to come home while you were unconscious, not knowing when he slipped under the covers as you would wake up and find him peacefully slumbering next to your figure.
you shut your eyes tight, begging your mind to switch off and fall asleep. you knew you were tired of waiting, you eyes fighting for rest. but, it was quite hard to give your body what it wants when your heart ached for your beloved husband.
salty tears began to stream down your face as you quietly sobbed, clutching onto the pillow for comfort.
...
“you up for a drink, man? the mission was successful, let's go treat ourselves a bit.” ran grinned, looking back from the passenger seat as he saw sanzu’s eyes fixated on the window, completely dazed out.
“you good, sanzu?” rindou asked, concern washing over his face as he looked at the pink haired male through the rear mirror while keeping a steady hand on the wheel as he drove the vehicle.
“huh? oh yeah, i’m fine. uh, i think i’ll pass the offer. maybe next time.” sanzu declined, making ran sigh.
“it’s always next time.” the short purple haired man grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest in slight annoyance.
“i gotta get home to my girl, you’ll understand when you have a girlfriend or wife one day.” the scarred man explained, making both of the haitani’s roll their eyes.
“whatever you say, lover boy. we’re almost here, so don’t cry.” rindou teased, making the man in the backseat chuckle. the younger haitani would soon pull up in front of the luxurious penthouse, watching his pink haired friend open the back door as he exited the car.
“get home you two, don’t stay out too late.” sanzu waved both ran and rindou off, the elder haitani still visibly upset that he didn’t join him and his younger brother for a short outing after such a long mission.
nonetheless, he’d soon get over it.
sanzu quickly got inside, his suit drenched from the unforgiving rain. he waited for the elevator, the stupid form of quick transportation to the highest floor took an awfully long time to come and go.
it was a luxurious place to live in, owned by bonten as the members were given the gift of having their very own to live in. sanzu didn’t mind working in bonten, sure it was risky, but the people there were like family as well.
the pay is good and so are the people, so it wasn’t so bad.
after reaching the highest level of the huge structure, sanzu left and tried to fish out the keys from his damp pockets. after finally getting a hold of them, he unlocked the door before entering the dark space of the comforts of his home.
the tall figure turned on the lights of the living room, opening his shoes hastily before throwing his coat on the sofa. he raked his fingers through the now messy and wet pink locks of hair as he exhaled a long breath.
sanzu was finally home from what felt like ages.
feeling his throat becoming dry from the lack of hydration, he strolled inside the kitchen as he saw it sparkling in cleanliness. all the surfaces were wiped down, the dishes were done as the sink was clean and there was still a faint scent of your cooking left behind.
sanzu opened the fridge to grab a cold bottle of water, only to have his eyes land on such a heartbreaking sight. he saw the nicely plated food you probably cooked for dinner last night, covered in clear saran wrap with a note attached to it.
please heat it up and eat. sorry for sleeping early, love you.
right next to the plate of food was your homemade cheesecake, one of his favorite desserts. he noticed how a few bites were taken out of a small slice that was cut out.
sanzu closed the fridge, walking over to the dining table as he pulled out his chair, slumping down on it as he covered his face with the palms of his hand. his heart was shattered to pieces, mind all over the place about how could he do such a thing to an angel like you?
just what kind of a husband was he?
he was shocked to realize that he wasn’t home for two days straight, not being able to keep up with time passing by so quick as he got too invested in the mission.
despite his absence you still loved him, still cooked up another plate for him even if you didn’t know when he would return. you deserved better, so much better.
if you wanted to, you could’ve left him a long time ago and you still can now.
sanzu felt tears welling into his eyes as he thought about the past two nights where you would cook dinner and eat by yourself. he could only imagine the sad and lonely look on your face as you wrote notes to put on his plated food before putting it on the fridge, only to be left disappointed the next morning when you realized that not a single piece of food has been touched because he wasn’t home yet.
he felt like an absolute jerk for not being here with you. sanzu couldn’t help but let a bunch of thoughts cloud his mind. almost every night he would come home during ungodly hours, eating alone while you slept or sometimes you would wake up and accompany him until he was ready to come to bed with you.
but the majority of the times, you both wouldn’t meet until the next morning, with you quietly waking up first to prepare breakfast while he slept, careful to not disturb your tired husband.
all this time you’ve been loving and patient with him while he basically neglected you. yet, you still stayed with him and continued to be his wife. you never once shed a tear or yelled at him for being late or missing dates, you always gave him an adoring smile while looking at him with the purest angelic eyes known to mankind.
you were the peace in his chaotic mind and sanzu loved you more than life itself. you were his whole world and he’d kill anyone who dared to hurt you in a single breath.
sanzu tip-toed into your shared room, opening the closet as quietly as possible to grab some clothes before heading into the shower. as soon as the warm water hit his skin, sanzu closed his eyes in content. his body that was once tainted with blood and sin was washing off and it felt like he was pure again.
after showering for almost thirty minutes or so, sanzu turned off the water as he dried himself before putting on a fresh set of clothes. he walked to the kitchen where he reheated the food you made for him, the beautiful aroma of many different flavors and seasonings hitting his senses.
he quickly sat down with a glass of water before practically inhaling the delicious food his lovely wife made him. it was one of his favorite meals, stir-fried noodles with pan fried dumplings and a side of korean-style fried chicken.
have you been making his favorite meals and desserts as a way to remind you of him?
the mere thought of that made it hard to swallow his food as guilt ate him alive. it didn’t take sanzu too long to clean his plate as he washed the remaining dishes before taking out the cheesecake you made.
the fork went straight into the filing, it was still soft and the base was moist. the heavenly taste of the sweet delight nearly sent sanzu into the aferlife. it was everything that he had wished of while he was at work, the creamy and sweet taste of the cold cheesecake filing along with the touch of your love warmed his heart.
after finishing his meal and cleaning up, sanzu brushed his teeth and eagerly headed into his and yours shared bedroom. he slowly walked towards the bed and noticed how small snores were exiting your mouth. you were tightly hugging his pillow while the blanket ran a little lower than your knees, exposing your bare arms and legs.
you were wearing a sleeveless baby blue satin nightie, cute little laced ruffles piping the neckline along with the hem.
you looked beautiful even while you were asleep.
sanzu carefully removed the pillow from your arms, seeing your eyes twitch as you whined in annoyance. he chuckled quietly, slipping into your embrace to replace the empty spot on the bed.
“hmm?” you hummed in your sleep in confusion, trying to process who or what was in your arms right now. sanzu’s heart was about to burst from how cute you were, wrapping his arms around you securely.
“i’m home, baby.” sanzu tenderly whisper, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. you shifted in your sleep, trying to open an eye.
“haru?” you groggily said, a shaky hand coming up to feel his face, trying to confirm if it was reality or just a dream. you felt the soft skin of a human under the pads of your fingers, making your eyes sting with tears.
“i missed you so much.” you stammered out with a broken voice, sniffles following after as you cried.
“i know, my love. i’m so sorry for coming home late.” he sincerely apologized, knowing that he doesn’t deserve to be forgiven. you were the one who always gave him a shoulder to cry on, listening to him ramble on and on for hours about everything that was bothering him that day and you were always there the bandage him up.
you helped sanzu haruchiyo piece himself back together when he fell apart.
“i thought something bad happened to you and it was just so hard to sleep every night thinking about what if you don’t come back to me.” you buried your face into his chest as salty warm tears began to seep into the fabric of his t-shirt, gentle fingers stroking his damp pink hair.
“i’ll always come back to you, y/n. you are my home, my safe space and my comfort.” sanzu confessed, leaning down to kiss your quivering lips.
for the first time in two days, you felt complete. a part of you that was once missing was now fulfilled.
you sat up, turning on the small lamp right next to your bed. your vision was slowly adjusting to the light as your hands came up to wipe the tears off of your face. you turned your head to the side, only to be met with the most beautiful pair of teal eyes.
sanzu sat up as well, leaning his back on the bed’s headboard as he looked at you with a boyish smile.
“god, i love you so much, haruchiyo.” you straddled his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck before crashing your lips against his. his hands rested on your lower back, caressing the soft skin of your plush thighs.
his touch was so warm, setting off sparks on you body as the knot in your stomach was getting tighter. sanzu’s hands sneakily went under your nightie, calloused hands caressing your hips before his long fingers danced on your spine.
you shuddered, goosebumps being sent all over your body as you continued to desperately kiss him. you felt his tongue swipe your bottom lip and without hesitation you opened your mouth, allowing the wet muscle to enter.
sanzu sucked on your tongue as you grinded down on his now hard cock. you moaned from the friction, making him rock you harder and faster on him. you both soon had to pull away from the loss of oxygen, breathing heavily as you both stared at each other.
“please, i need you so bad, baby.” you choked out, craddling his face in between your palms as desperate eyes pierced his soul. sanzu gave you a gentle smile before pecking your lips.
“i’m all yours, darling. let me make it up to you, yeah?” his thumb grazed your bottom lip, making your tongue peak out as you teasingly licked his finger. sanzu groaned, closing his eyes from how you were driving him insane.
your innocence was tainted by his sin, he was the poison that ran through your veins. you were his and he was yours, it was always that way and will forever stay like that.
“sit on my face.” sanzu demanded, looking up at you with lust darkening his eyes. your cheeks went red, heart thumping like crazy as throughout all these years of dating and being married, you’ve never rode his face.
it’s not like he never ate you out, but you would always be under him, never on top.
“but i-”
“no, please. i need you to use me, y/n. just let me have a quick taste, hm?” he begged, cheeks flushed with arousal as he looked so fucking hot under you. sanzu wanted you to have control over your pleasure, he wanted tonight to be all about pleasing you.
“what if i hurt you?” you looked away, inexperience from the new position he wanted to suddenly try out. your husband simply chuckled at your concern, grabbing a hold on your chin to turn your gaze back to his.
“you could never hurt me, baby. besides, if there’s one place that i’d want to die, it would be between these sweet thighs of yours.” with that being said, he lifted your hips and shoved them towards his face, making you let out a yelp as you now were sitting on his chest.
your hands quickly grabbed the wooden headboard of the bed, feeling sanzu’s fingers moving the hem of your nightie. he peppered wet kisses on your inner thigh, making your breathing go erratic as you shut your eyes from the ticklish feeling.
you gasped when you felt his fingers come and grab the sides of your panties, before a loud ripping noise was echoing throughout the room. a cold breeze welcomed your aching cunt as your husband threw the useless pieces of torn fabric on the floor.
“haru! those were my favorite.” you scolded him, eyes now glaring at him as he looked up from your thighs with a sly grin.
“they were getting in my way.” he defended, making you roll your eyes. glimmering teal eyes fell on your wet cunt that was dripping with arousal, making sanzu salivate.
“absolutely gorgeous. fuck, stop being so shy, baby. come here.” your husband encouraged you to move forwards. your mind was fogged up with so many thoughts that you just followed his cues, now hovering your pussy right above his face.
not being able to wait any longer, he slammed your hips down, soft plump lips meeting your puffy folds as you let out a moan. his tongue licked a long stripe on your slit, parting your folds as your eyes screwed shut.
sanzu’s hands were secured on your thighs, locking you in place just in case you would squirm away from his hold. a nimble thumb began to rub the soft and swollen bundle of nerves that ached to be pleasured, your back arching as the movement of his tongue was strategic to follow the rhythm of his finger.
“oh my- fuck!” you cried out, latching onto his hair as you pushed his face deeper into your cunt, riding his face just like how he wanted you to. sanzu continued to eat you out, sucking on your clit before teasingly biting it, only to kiss it sorry afterwards.
the sensation of these different actions had your body trembling and toes curling. your arousal was dripping down sanzu’s chin as you continued to rock your hips back and forth, the tip of his tongue bumping into your clit, making you choke on your own breaths.
you felt the warm wet muscle prodding your hole that clenched around nothing, until the tip of sanzu’s tongue entered. you grabbed onto the headboard for dear life, knuckles turning white as he tongue fucked your hole.
“mhmm, so delicious.” sanzu mumbled against your soaked cunt, the vibration of his words sending tingles all over your stomach. although it hasn’t been even an hour since sanzu had his meal, his hunger for you grew and he felt like he could just devour you.
“i’m gonna-” you could even finish your sentence, as it was interrupted by a moan that ripped through your throat, tears pooling in your eyes from over stimulation as sanzu kept on running his tongue through your slit, slurping up all your cum as you creamed on his face.
he gave your clit one last suck before releasing it, his mouth making a loud ‘pop’ noise, giving a small kiss on the swollen bud before looking up at you with a hazy look. his lips were red and glazed with your cum, eyes half-lidded as a lazy smirk was plastered on his lips.
“i need you inside me so bad, haru. please, can’t wait any longer.” you breathed out heavily, trying to catch your breath from that mind-blowing orgasm that he just put you through. you knew you were still sensitive from it, but your walls were desperate to feel the intrusion of his heavy cock inside you.
“your wish is my command.” sanzu gave you one final kiss on your inner thigh before softly pushing you beneath him. he sat on his knees, taking off his t-shirt as you shamelessly eye-fucked him.
his body was a work of art.
toned abs and beautifully sculpted muscles on his back, small bruises and scars littered on his sweet skin. you were happy to see that, remembering how thin and fragile his body was when you first met him. that’s when you learned that his eating habits were awful, a diet consisted of alcohol, energy drinks, emergency fast foods and sometimes drugs.
from then on you would always cook for him, reminding him to always finish his food and drink plenty of water. you even managed to break some of his bad habits, such as touching drugs and alcohols, although you told him that ocassional drinks are fine.
sanzu would forever be thankful towards you because you were his savior, someone who pulled him out of that dark hole that consumed him.
you were the light in his life that guided him back.
“need to feel you, haru.” you reached out your arms, ushering him to come closer to you. he gave you a soft smile before leaning forwards, your hands almost immediately wrapping around his back as you pulled him in your embrace.
your hands traced every crease of every muscle, your tender touches making him shiver as he looked at you with lovesick eyes. your cherry flavored lips kissed along his jawline before finally pressing a needy kiss on his lips.
you sucked on his bottom lip before giving it a small bite, making him giggle as you smiled against his lips.
“you’re so pretty, haruchiyo. all mine, you’re all mine.” you whispered to him, doey eyes locking with his shiny teal ones as he was at a loss for words.
he took one of your hands and placed it on his slightly red cheek before leaning into your warm touch. his kissed your palm before looking back at you.
“all yours, my love. god, you’re so perfect.” sanzu moaned out as you tugged his hair, now licking against his neck before playfully biting it. he smelled so fucking good, the scent of soft vanilla from his body wash and coconut from his shampoo.
sanzu pulled away, curious hands grabbing onto one of your tits, feeling the hardend bud under the pads of his thumb. he teased it from the surface of the fabric of your nightie.
he lifted your nightie, bare tits spiling out as he didn’t have to go through the trouble of taking off your bra, knowing that you don’t sleep with a bra on. your nipples were swollen and screamed out to him to be sucked.
sanzu latched his mouth onto one of your tits, his unoccupied hand playing with your other one. you tangled your fingers in his hair, shoving his face in your chest as he eagerly sucked on your nipples before biting and kissing the flesh around it, showing love to both of them with his skillful tongue.
he swirled his tongue on your nipple while his finger twisted and pinched the other one, making your mind go blank. sanzu slowly worked his way down, leaving wet open-mouthed kissed on your belly, fingers delicately tracing the stretch marks on your skin before kissing them as well.
sanzu loved you to bits, every scar and every flaw, he loved it all.
the pink haired male loved to touch every single inch of you body, like a prized possession. he treated your skin like silk. soft, smooth and rich although he wasn't afraid to place his own marks on it to claim you to be his. the way he caressed and kissed your flesh as he engulfed you into his being made you feel whole again.
“gonna make you feel so good, treat you the way you deserve to be treated, baby.” he placed a kiss on your forehead before leaning back. sanzu discarded his pants and threw them on the floor as you followed his footsteps, completely stripping the nightie off of your body.
you both took in a moment to take in the sight of each other, naked and yearning for each other’s love.
sanzu’s cock was painfully hard with an angry leaking tip. he was huge and thick as well, twin veins gracefully going up the sides of the shear length of his dick. he pumped his cock a few times, letting out a few whimpers as his other hand fondled with your tits.
“shit, no more playing around.” sanzu was now in between your legs, both of his hands opening your thighs as you felt his cock resting on top of your wet pussy.
he grabbed his cock before running it against your slit, his tip digging into your fold before nudging your clit. you let out the long breath that you’ve been holding, feeling the head of his cock rubbing against your clit.
sanzu dragged his cock down your drenched cunt as way to lubricate himself from your juices before stopping right on your hole.
“gonna be gentle, okay? tell me if it hurts.” he assured you, giving you a quick peck as one of his hands came down, interlocking fingers with yours before putting your hands besides your head.
without another word, sanzu pushed himself in. you let out a small yelp from pain, tears strolling down your cheeks as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. every time that you both would get intimate and have sex, it would always feel like you’re a virgin all over again.
he was just too fucking big.
“i’m so sorry, my love. do you-”
“no, keep going.” you mumbled against his skin, trying to relax your muscles to make it easier for him to fit. your walls burned from the stretch as it’s been pretty long since you’ve last got intimate with your husband.
he’s been tired and busy, so you didn’t blame him.
“god, you’re so tight. i haven’t been fucking my baby right, huh? my precious little wife, i’m so sorry.” sanzu said as he fully sheathed himself inside your tight cunt, your warm walls hugging his throbbing hard cock.
he kissed you while his other hand came down to have his fingers toy with your clit, trying to distract you from the pain as you moaned into his mouth. you licked his lips before shoving your tongue into his mouth, kissing him with need and lust.
“m-move.” you stuttered out, feeling him starting to thrust into your pussy as you gasped against his lips, nails grazing on the skin of his back. the bare feeling of his cock making love to your wet cunt sent you over the edge, the raw feeling of his skin on yours was too much to take in.
you were gushing around him, his thrusts becoming more harder and stronger as his hips pistoned against you. sanzu’s pelvis slammed against your inner thighs as your legs wrapped around his waist to lock him in, balls smacking against your ass.
his cock was lodged deep inside your warm pussy, countless number of moans and curses exiting both of your lips. sanzu was becoming pussy drunk on the feeling of you clenching around his cock, while your legs trembled in pleasure as you felt the veins running along the length of his cock deliciously grazing your walls.
“haru! oh, god!” you cried out, his tip hitting your cervix as your eyes rolled back, mind only clouded with your husband. sanzu kept thrusting his cock in a rhythmic pattern, knowing that you were close from the way a ring of white formed at the base of his shaft.
“gonna cum!” tears were pooling in your eyes as your body twitched, gasping for air as you let out a loud moan before cumming around your husband’s cock. you walls tightened around him even more, making sanzu shudder as he released thick ropes of cum inside you, painting your walls white.
your chest was heaving up and down, feeling all the energy in your body being pulled out as your vision was slowly starting to clear up. sanzu collapsed on top of your figure, careful to not put his entire weight on you and crush you.
you felt his rapid heartbeat against your chest, noticing how yours synchronized with his. he laid his head on your chest, kissing the valley between your tits as you stroked his hair.
“y/n?” sanzu tiredly called out, making you hum in response, waiting in anticipation for his words.
“i really love you... a lot. i know i may not have been the best husband because of how caught up i’ve gotten with bonten’s shit. but, i promise you baby, you’re the only thing that’s keeping me sane. i’m so sorry.” you felt small droplets of warm tears on your skin, bringing a palm to his cheek as you caressed his face.
“haru, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. i know what i got myself into when i first kissed you, darling. even if i have to go to the end of the earth to just see you, then so be it. i love you, haru, more than you could ever imagine.” you spoke with adoration, wiping away the tears from his face as he sniffled.
sanzu brought his head up, giving you a toothy smile which made a smile of your own etch on your lips.
“i’m taking the whole next week off. so, make a list of all the things you wanna do. we’ll start off with a date tomorrow, have you all dolled up just for me. how does that sound?” the scars on his face was now raised from how bright his smile was, but to his surprise you shook your head.
“why?!” he whined, feeling both of your hands come up to craddle his face before bringing him close to yours. you kissed the twin diamond shaped scars, making him look at you with confusion.
“i just wanna stay in bed you tomorrow all day, feel you and kiss you all i want. we’ll go on a date the day after.” you suggested, making him let out a sigh before he chuckled.
“i’m gonna eat you up one day, i swear!” sanzu began to pepper kisses all over your face, making you giggle as you tried to stop him.
to answer your previous question, no. you didn’t need to use quantum jumping to shift to your desired reality.
because this moment right here was the reality you could ever dream of having, your precious husband in your arms safe and sound. no matter how hard the universe tries to keep sanzu haruchiyo away from you, at the end of the day, he’ll always come back to you. he’ll always come back, softly talking to you about how his day went as you slept, holding you tight in his arms while you were dreaming.
because to him, you are his home.
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HELP ME FIND A SANZU FIC !!1!1 (μ_μ)
all i remember is reader is like sanzus mentor (?)
— like reader is incharge of taking care of sanzu so hes useful to mikey !!
kinda frenemies ? like sanzu hates readers guts and reader is still like ^_^ at him yknow?
and in the end reader trained him enough and has to leave but sanzu doesnt want them to leave cause hes attached to them already
and reader says when he makes a name for himself (or something like that) then theyll meet again and they give sanzu a kiss goodbye
idk if i read it here on tumblr or ao3 </3
#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers x reader#tokrev#tokrev x reader#sanzu#sanzu haruchiyo x reader#sanzu x reader#haruchiyo x reader#sanzu x y/n#sanzu x you#sanzu smut#sanzu fluff#sanzu angst#bonten sanzu x reader
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You break up w/ them || Bonten
characters: Mikey, Sanzu, Rindou, Kokonoi
Type: angst
tw: language, broken english
wc: 1,8k
note: I was thinking about putting “and you’re the problem” but that was a bit to harsh ig, plus some (all of them) are walking red flag so I don’t have this audacity
Mikey
You never dared count how many fights you had with Mikey since you started this relationship, but this one was that made you realize you can go on like this anymore. It was constant, there wasn’t a week without you two fighting since the beginning of your relationship and it took you long enough to be sick of it.
Catching your breath after storming up to him back and forth, you pass a hand through your hair before looking at him with the same done expression. “We’re done, Manjiro.” Your words send electricity through his body : no, you’re not. You can’t say that and leave. He’s scared, cat-like expression makes you chuckle.
“Oh and you act surprised ? You do realize that neither of us is ready to love someone else than himself, right ?” You meanly said to him. He knows you were right, you two get closer because you were the same, and this fucked up relationship was the most horrible result possible to show that it isn’t working at all.
“You’re fucking selfish, you never care about anyone else but yourself, and so do I. Let’s stop, I’m done trying,” you add, not even caring about his feelings anymore. He hurt yours enough for you to no longer care even if it wasn’t right. You never were a person that cared about rightness or you wouldn't be close to people like him.
Your words cut deeper than Mikey likes to admit, you knew what he did, why he ended up like this, and still say that he was selfish. He understands your point of you, kinda. By that it means that he was angry at you, he could kill you, but you were right.
“Then leave,” he just says. “I don’t want to see you anymore.”
“Feelings reciprocate,” you respond, clenching your jaw but still taking your jacket before leaving, now, his room. As you disappeared from his sight, he pushed away all the things on his desk before punching the wooden surface out of rage. “I hate you,” he mumbled as he started crying.
“I hate you for making me feel love again.”
Sanzu
Sitting on the couch, you were looking at the ceiling with an empty gaze. You were thinking, hard, about your whole situation with your current boyfriend. Sanzu was hard to deal with, to say the least, and maybe you weren’t the one for him at the end. Maybe you lied to him this whole time while telling him that you love him and would never leave.
Not that you like it. You really thought it would work out, that your feelings would never change and that you’ll never get enough of him. But here you were, almost crying cause your mind started to hate him for himself. He didn't ask to end like this and he just needed help to get better, but you can’t be this person. You can’t just go on and hurt yourself for him, not anymore. Maybe he wasn’t the only problem, thinking about it without talking about it with him is awful too. You’re just being a bitch right now. Yet you couldn't just face him and tell him “I’m sick of you so I’m leaving, good luck with all your shitty habits. Don’t die I guess.” It was even worse. You weren’t able to find the right words, let alone facing him before leaving.
So you were trying to find out a way to let him know that you’re leaving without having to say it to his face ‘cause you’re not able to face the pain in his eyes. He can live without you, he’s a grown man. He can find someone else, you don’t have to stick with him to death. You were looking for all the excuses in the world to not feel bad for leaving him. But the more you were thinking about it, the more you wanted to stay because you were sure that he would, in fact, have a hard time finding someone else. So before you change you change your mind, you get up and get to your room, sitting down at your desk to write something.
When Haruchiyo got back home that night, the first thing he did was calling your name to get welcomed by a thick silence. Looking a bit around his place, he then noticed your letter on the coffee table. No need to mention that he turned this place up-side down when he was done reading, tears falling down his eyes without being able to control it.
Rindou
From the moment you asked to talk to him to now, he knew something was up. You seemed absent lately, your mind in the cloud all the time and he thought that you were getting bad again. You never were a stable person, but that never meant that he couldn’t handle it. He was ready to be there for you, all the time, no matter what, because he loved you way too much.
“I can’t do this to you anymore, Rindou,” you told him that night, looking at the floor out of shame. You never felt good enough for him, and hurt him a lot because of it. You couldn't do it anymore, he deserves better and someone that cares more about it.
“What are you talking about again ?” he chuckles but deep down he was nervous, hiding his hands in his pockets because he doesn't want you to see them shake. His relaxed attitude was only a facade that won’t stay long if you don’t look at him to say that you’re joking.
“Hurting you…You deserve better than someone that breaks down every week for minimal problems, you have other things to deal with,” you add. Rindou clenched his jaw. Hurting him ? How ? He is a wanted criminal, you are the one who deserve better than a murderer as you’re boyfriend. That doesn't mean that he will ever leave you. He loves you and that’s what you were saying that hurts him.
“Stop with that y/n, seriously. I don’t mind, I’m here for that too,” say the lilac hair boy while walking to you. He was trying, hard, to be there for you and not put too much pressure on you. He never loved like this and couldn’t lose you. He tries to catch your hands, hoping that you will look at him now but you push his hands away and when you finally look at him, you have tears in your eyes. The sight breaks his heart, he wanted you in his arms, right now.
“I can’t Rindou, if you touch me I’ll change my mind again and will stay,” you cried in front of him. “Because you’re planning to leave now ?” says Rindou in shock. “I tried my best for you, really, and you’re talking about leaving me ?”
“I can’t do it, it’s not my fault !” you screamed at him. Does it appear easy for you to leave him ? You never felt like this before, but your mind couldn't let you be happy and repeat all the time that you’re not capable of giving him what he wants. You’ll never be enough. So you cried harder, and harder and all you wanted to do now is to leave this place before it got too hard. In front of you, Rindou’s face was lifeless. He couldn't get it.
“What did I do wrong for you wanting to leave this hard ?” he asked, shaking voice even if he tried his best to suppress it. “Nothing, I’m the problem Rindou…”
What an easy response full of lies to him. Everyone says that.
“You want to leave ? Then go. I couldn’t care less.” He finally says, passing through your crying form. He doesn’t want to be there to see you leave and hearing the door closing behind was enough to pull the tears out of his eyes. He really was that bad ? He just wanted to lock himself in his room and cry his heart out while holding your pillow to get the last sign of your scent before it goes away.
Kokonoi
Watching Koko from afar, your mind and heart were messed up. It doesn’t feel the same, you guess. In fact it felt like there never really was something, you just appreciated him a lot and said yes when he asked you out. With time, you may realize that you never actually had feelings for him, and it was now pushing you in a terrible situation. You do care for him and want the best for him, but it was like playing with his feelings and you didn’t like it at all.
“Say Hajime, what would you do without me ?” you suddenly asked, looking at the ground next to him with an empty gaze. Koko blinks a few times at your question. You never asked stuff like this, even if you already asked weird things.
“What do you mean ?” he tries to get closer to your thoughts to know how to answer.
“You could live without me, right ?” Your words kinda shook him. Why would you think about this ?
“Yeah I can for sure, not that i want to though,” responded Koko honestly. Your gaze goes back to him, sharp eyes, beautiful red eye-liner and his hair pushed behind his shoulders. He’s an amazing, good looking man who treats people well. He could find someone else easily, right ?
“Let’s break up,” you simply add with a cool tone, like it was nothing. Like he doesn’t feel like spending his life with you. His breath gets stuck for an instant, looking at you with clueless eyes. You were there, looking at him with pitiful eyes and he hated it. before he could ask anything, your head fell in your hands. “I don’t think I’m made to love people, Hajime. I feel like I’m playing with you and that I’ll never love you like you want me to,” letting go of a fragile sigh, you stand up and take your bag.
“So let’s stop here,” you add as you kiss his forehead, “I’m sure you’re gonna find someone that will reciprocate your feelings better than me.” Your sweet actions despite your horrible words take him out of guard, and he couldn’t say anything as you leave his office.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered with a sad smile as you left for good this time.
Maybe he didn’t cry because it was too sudden, he didn’t expect it at all, but before he could feel it, water drops fell on his paper and he couldn't breathe properly. ‘Why do all the people I love end up leaving me ?’ he thought to himself, but it was already too late. The decision was made without him, once again. Maybe he should stop trying, it would hurt less to stay alone.
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my salty ass because they didn’t give sanzu his pretty aquarium ass eyes:
#the pink haired degenerate sanzu haruchiyo#akashi if you’re feeling naughty#i know this man#believe me#that’s my mfkin’ man right there okay#my husbando#my feral little meow meow#i love his unhinged psycho baby ass#BUT I HATE THAT THEY DID HIM SO DIRTY THERE#his eyes are literally like canon#they made him so pretty everywhere else so why did they do that?!#sanzu x reader#sanzu smut#sanzu angst#sanzu fluff#mikey x reader#ran x reader#rindou x reader#izana x reader#tr smut#tokyo revengers smut#tokyo revengers#mitsuya x reader#draken x reader#chifuyu x reader#koko x reader#shinichiro x reader#baji x reader#kazutora x reader
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