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who’s caving first? || haruchiyo sanzu.

S U M M A R Y: When Sanzu only wants to spend time with his sister to get to her best friend .

W A R N I N G S - oral sex (face sitting), haruchiyo is desperate, so is reader, senju is innocent bless her, rough sex, fem!reader, pet names, teasing, sexual tension, slight enemies to lovers —you gotta squint tho—

W O R D C O U N T - 6K YEEAH

N O T E S - im actually really proud of this. HEHEHE HOPE U GUYS LIKE <333333. Also if there’s any typos pls ignore. I’m so tired rn

T A G G I N G - @magentaviolette @gajeelstan @nalyana @luvhaitani @keisaint @imjustaweirdnerd

“…chiyo. Haruchiyo!”

Sanzu snaps his head up to his sister as she’s giving him a confused yet disappointed look. “What?”

“What?” Senju scoffs, “what do you mean what? You asked to come over for ‘bonding time’, now you’re not even paying attention!! What the hell Haruuuu--“

Ugh. She’s whining again. Haruchiyo fights the urge to tell her to shut up, instead he puts on his best poker face. “Sorry, I got a little distracted.” He continues swiping the egg wash on the crust of the pastry.

“Hm, with what?” Senju rolls the dough between her hands, cringing at the way the flour sticks under her acrylics. It’s going to be a pain to clean that up later.

“My…thoughts.”

He’s not lying. If his thoughts were a person called Y/N, then he’s on point. It’s hard for him to focus on literally anything from the way at this angle he’s standing at, he has perfect access to Senju’s backyard. By the pool, you’re too engrossed by your phone to notice the way he is staring at you from over the top of Senju’s head.

Ah, great. He’s distracted again, too focused on the way your feet are kicking the water from where you sit at the pool ledge. Each splash generates a ripple that flows for a couple seconds before disbanding. It’s not the water physics he’s distracted by.

It’s what you’re wearing .

Of course it wouldn’t be appropriate to be wearing something baggy and flimsy during summer—especially if you’re by a pool. But you really didn’t have to wear something so revealing. It’s killing him inside knowing that you’re off limits because you’re ‘Senju’s friend’. That stupid rule made by literally nobody but society. He’s not sure if Senju cares or not if he fucks you, but it’s still an awkward thing to ask someone.

Sanzu looks down at the small bowl where the egg wash is—was. Now empty as he’s been mindlessly brushing the liquid onto each pastry that Senju placed onto the tray.

“Oh, is it finished?” Senju has to place her hands on the counter to lift herself up a little bit to see over the bowl from where its placed by Haruchiyo. The empty carton of eggs next to his hands also catching her eye. “We ran out of eggs too… Y/N!”

“What?!” You call from outside, still engrossed in your phone. The slightest faintest smile is on your face as you bite your lip reading your messages.

Haruchiyo can feel his fingers tighten against the handle of the basting brush. His lips curling downwards into a frown, eyes narrowing when he sees you giggle into your palm. Who the fuck are you talking to--

“I need you to go to the store for me!” Senju’s loud voice reminds Haruchiyo to keep his poker face back up, masking his true hidden intentions, the real reason why he came here.

No, he doesn’t care about bonding time with his sister, nor does he care for some goddamn pastries. What he does care about, is getting a taste of you, a glimmer of body underneath him, hear your moans as he fucks you slowly—or do you like it rough and hard? He can feel his cock twitch in his pants when you enter through the sliding doors, readjusting your bikini top straps over your shoulder. He doesn’t miss the way the strap exposed a little bit of your right boob from the movement.

“Store? For what?” You don’t pay Haruchiyo anymind at all, and he doesn’t like it. Maybe because you know what he’s here for or maybe because you just don’t like him. The second option seems more appropriate—the first option would only suffice if you were a mind-reader or psychic (highly unlikely).

It’s safe to say that Haruchiyo isn’t the most approachable person. You initially tried to become his friend now that you were best friends with his sister, but he never showed you any mind.

Maybe it’s because of the way you dressed? Looking back, three years ago, you weren’t the best dressed… only wearing baggy shirts and trousers to cover up because the boys at your school were complete total perverts. Senju understood, she even joined you in the baggy shirt gang club whatever stupid nickname you both called it.

It was dumb, you looked homeless at times, wearing clothes twice your size with no makeup done because who were you trying to impress? That’s probably the reason you think Haruchiyo doesn’t like you.

According to Haruchiyo’s sources—it was correct. He hated the way you dressed, because you reminded him of his god-awful sister. The two of you would wear the same hideously big clothes and it just looked awful. He hated it. He hated you. He hated his sister.

Hanging out with the Haitani’s (not willingly—it was more mandatory by Manjiro, to get along for the ‘gang’s sake’) altered his taste in women. Haruchiyo was never one to chase after a woman, like Ran’s sorry ass, or go on his knees and propose to a girl like Rindou’s desperate ass.

But it was quite clearly obvious that the three of them lived very different lifestyles. Haruchiyo had a simple timetable to follow. Fight. Kill (sometimes). Eat. Sleep. Repeat.

Boring lifestyle—sure. But he was satisfied.

The Haitani’s, on the other hand. Go out. Party. Clubs. Sleep with a random chick from said club. Sleep (especially Ran). Simp (cough Rindou). Repeat. It was crazy, but they aren’t called the Rulers of Roppongi for no reason.

It was tiring at first, being out with them almost all day until Ran decided it was time for his slumber. But gradually, he started to enjoy it. He even found himself attending a club on his own once. After a lapdance from one girl and a bunch of hickies from another (at the same time), he then came to the realisation that he loves women.

Loves them so, so much.

So when he saw you, without that ridiculous outfit, for the first time. His dick twitched, and he knew what time it was. Sadly enough…the damage was already done. You hated his guts and you assumed he still hated yours after three years of slandering you along with his pain in the ass sister.

It was a bit hurtful, to hear those crude comments about your clothes.The only thing keeping you afloat was you knowing that you didn’t actually dress that way--only to keep all the boys staring another direction and not at your body.

The second you graduated high school, you never wore those hideous outfits again.

“Eggs. Like two more cartons, I think. No--no scratch that. One carton is fine.” Senju washes her hands under the sink, trying to get all the flour and batter off her hands so she can grab her wallet and give it to you.

“One box, okay…” You’re still on that stupid phone. Put the phone down. “The small box or big box?”

“No. Not box, carton! Don’t come back here with 40 eggs in a big box, we’re not a farm. And put the phone down!”

You sigh and turn off your phone. The click your phone made as the screen went black made Sanzu almost shed tear from sheer joy. He silently thanks Senju for that, because now he gets to see your pretty face not smiling down at whoever the fuck you’re texting.

“Okay! One carton. Six eggs or twelve?” You reach your hand out, grabbing Senju’s contactless card from her grasp. The second that card is in your hands, you’re already pulling your phone back out, distracted by another notification.

Sanzu can never win.

“Six. I’m almost done with these pastries. I’m gonna go pack now.” Senju hurries up the stairs, leaving the two of you alone in the kitchen.

You can feel him staring at you, despite your eyes fixated on your phone. It’s getting a bit uncomfortable now, feeling his piercing green eyes burn holes into your skull, as if he’s waiting for you to say something. A puff of air escapes your nose as you look up at him, not noticing the way he flicks his gaze up from your chest to your eyes—trying to seem as respectable as possible.

“Do you want something from the store?” You don’t really care if he does or not--you just felt the need to say something to dispose of the awkward air in the room.

“Nah.” He’s about to run a hand through his hair, only stopping halfway when he can feel the stickiness of the eggs practically glueing his fingers together. “I’ll just wait till you come back.”

“Yeah… speaking of. How long are you planning to stay here? Because Senju leaves for her trip in three hours.”

He shrugs from the sink. “Dunno. I’ll stay however long I want. I pay for this house.”

You make a noise of disagreement. “Actually, Omi does.”

Omi? Oh--his pain in the ass brother. “I own Takeomi, sweetheart.”

You can’t help but cringe at the nickname. He’s getting way too comfortable for your own good. Sanzu dries his hands using a paper towel, then makes his way onto the couch. For some reason, your eyes follow him the entire time, even subconsciously walking over to the wall that divides the kitchen and the living room, leaning against it as you watch him kick his feet up onto the glass table in front of him.

“You’re getting awfully cosy. You staying a while?”

However long it takes until I fuck you.

“Yeah, think so.”

There’s a thump on the couch next to him as you plop down, resting Senju’s card on the back of your phone case in your right hand. “Any reason for that?”

Sanzu literally cannot focus, cannot keep his eyes on your face—your pretty face. Not the way you’re body is on display like this. He thanks the world for a little something called peripheral vision, making side eye contact with your tits as he’s looking dead in your eye.

Fuck, they look so pretty, even from the blurred angle. He wonders how they’d feel in his mouth. Are your nipples hard and perky? Or soft and supple? Wonders how they’d feel in his mouth, wonders how they’d feel pushed up against his cock.

He’s never been tit-fucked before, but he can picture it now. You, on your knees in front of him as you press your tits together, sliding them up and down his cock to milk hi cum. Fuck—would you lick the cum off your face, or would you let him cum on your tits.

He has to calm down, he can literally feel himself getting harder as he loses himself in his thoughts. “Reason for what?”

“Reason for staying as long as you want?” You stop and shift so you’re facing him fully now, your arm resting along the back of the couch.

This angle is even worse. Now he can see the curve of your body from top to bottom.

“I mean,” he also shifts so he’s facing you fully, “I could say the same about you. After all, this is Senju’s house. You’re also a visitor.”

“But, I’m her friend .”

“And I’m her brother.”

There’s something about the way he’s looking at you as he talks to you that has you wanting to rub your thighs together. But you know if you did, he’d catch on rather quickly. The last thing you’d want is for him to have something to taunt you with.

Those three years were painful enough.

You glare up at him, fingers tightening against your phone before standing up. “I’m going to change.”

Before he could even protest, he was forcefully silenced as he watched you walk away. The view from the back was even better than the front. “Fuck.” He whispers to himself before sinking back into the leather couch.

He drags his eyes along his sweats, thanking his past self for choosing black sweats today instead of grey. What’s worse than having a boner in grey sweats is being caught having a boner in grey sweats.

He’s managed to get rid of his boner by the time you’ve come down the stairs, dressing in a simple black hoodie and some matching joggers.

He’s missing the sight of your body already.

“Okay, I’m going now.”

The time it takes you to run to the store and back is enough time for Senju to finish packing her bags, asking her brother to help her carry it outside to her car while she takes the pastries out from the oven. Fresh and hot, she packed them in three big clear containers before shoving them inside a plastic bag.

By the time you walk in through the door, the smell of fresh break and cookies make your mouth water. Then you frown, realising you went all that way for some eggs just for Senju to finish baking. “What the hell, Senju? What did I buy this for?”

“I’m sorry!! I read the timing wrong, I’m supposed to be there in an hour from now, and--” Sanzu places his hand on her shoulder, calming her down.

“Relax. Go, take your pastries and have fun with your friends.”

He tries his hardest to sound as caring as possible—in actuality he just wants her out of the house now. He finds you’re much easier to break down and get under your skin when Senju isn’t around. This icy cold exterior you create only when she’s there.

Typical. Acting big and bad in front of a friend, but crumble the moment they’ve left.

He can’t wait to push your limits.

You wave goodbye to Senju and lock the door behind you. Heading straight over to the kitchen, you empty the bag you got from the store, placing the eggs over by the side and taking out your packet of gummies you bought for yourself as a reward for going all that way for Senju.

She wouldn’t mind if you bought a small treat for yourself.

You decide to stay in the clothes you went out in, too lazy to go upstairs and change into your pyjamas when what you’re already wearing is comfortable. You manage to watch an entire season of your favourite show, munching on your gummy bears while guessing the flavour as you blindly chew them. A little game you came up with to keep yourself occupied.

It’s not until it’s dark outside, the flickering lights outside by the pool illuminating to light up the backyard. You notice it’s been fairly quiet around the house—and that’s odd because you have a visitor.

You haven’t seen him since Senju left, and that was-- you pick up your phone from where it was sitting next to your legs and turn it on to read the time--yeah, it’s been almost 8 hours since she left and there’s been no sign of him.

That’s odd.

The flicker from one of the bulbs outside catches your eye, reminding you it’s time to head upstairs. That light always creeps you out whenever you’re over here. Grabbing your blanket and your phone, you start to make your way up the stairs to Senju’s room.

She allows you to sleep there whenever you’re staying over. Your roommates over at your house are too annoying to deal with, so you come over to hers to lay off steam. You weren’t expecting her older brother to be here though.

Humming the theme song of the show you were watching, you reach the top of the staircase, only to bump into a hard figure. Your eyes were so fixated on the ground you didn’t notice Sanzu was actually on his way downstairs, preoccupied on his own phone.

The reason you almost stumbled down the stairs wasn’t because of the contact, but instead the shiver tracing a slow line down the length of your spine as you stared up at him shirtless. The initial shock is what causes you to almost stumble down, but then he reaches out quickly, grabbing onto your wrist and pulling you back up to the top.

“Y’alright?” It’s a simple question that deserves a simple answer. It’s a shame your brain isn’t functioning at the moment, eyes too focused on the way the water from the shower he just took drips down his chest, tracing over the very faint lines of his abs. To be honest--you were not expecting this. He never seemed like the type to work out, a very lanky individual, but the physique he wears is almost perfect.

His body is nothing too flashy, yet you can already imagine placing your hands on his chest, running your fingers through the indents of his faint ab outline. The water drops just make it even hotter aswell—your dirty brain replaces that with the moisture coming from your tongue as you mark up his chest with kisses.

You shake your head. No, this is wrong. This is your best friend's brother, but he’s so hot— “No.”

“What?”

You snap your mouth shut, realising you spoke out loud. Sanzu looks down at you, a confused glimmer in his eye as he tightens his hold on your wrist, repeating his question. “I asked if you were alright.”

“Oh.” Yeah, m’alright. You forget to voice the words outloud, only realising you spoke in your head when Sanzu doesn’t let go of your wrist, actively seeking your answer. “Fuck--sorry I gotta go.” His grip on your wrist slips rather easily as you slide your body past his to get past the stairs, heading straight towards Senju’s room.

Your body makes contact with the door as you lock it from behind you and slide down the door onto the floor. You fight the urge to scream into your hands. You’re a sick human being. Thinking about kissing your best friend’s brother’s chest? Do you have no shame?

It’s embarrassing. Senju’s been such a great person to you throughout your entire friendship, and to think this is how you repay her. You slide into her bed, hoping and praying that these thoughts were a one-time thing. When you wake up tomorrow, he will be ugly Sanzu again--the one that makes your blood boil just hearing his name, the one who’s so hideously attractive it makes your thighs rub together to stop that tingle from reaching your pussy.

That Sanzu .

Morning comes and you’re eager to go downstairs, hoping that your prayers have been answered. Sanzu would be back to being hideous and you could spend your week here in peace with 0 dirty thoughts. Easier said than done right?

He’s still shirtless. All morning. Afternoon too. And evening.

This is getting ridiculous at this point. Like it is hot outside, but to be shirtless all fucking day? C’mon. He has to be doing this on purpose. He must’ve seen the way your brain short circuited last night on the staircase with just a glimpse of his chest that was even barely visible due to the darkness from the lack of lightbulbs in the hallway.

He has to be doing this on purpose.

You disregard everything your brain was convincing you not to do yesterday, and chose to walk around the next day in just a t-shirt and panties. Is this a little weird? Yes. Are you going to stop? No. You could feel his gaze on you—well on your ass and thighs, the t-shirt riding up your thighs with every movement you made, exposing more of your skin to him.

Sanzu couldn’t help but think you had beaten him at his own game. It’s no secret he did walk around shirtless to try and fluster you, but you managed to compose yourself. But him right now? Seeing you in just a tight shirt with straight up panties underneath—fuck they were black too. His weakness.

He can’t take it anymore. It’s only been a couple hours and he’s already giving up on the imaginary game you both created.

“Turn around.”

You pause your movements, hand frozen over the freezer door. Over the curve of your shoulder, you can see him standing behind you, wearing a shirt this time. It’s a shame honestly, but you’re not complaining. No more temptation.

“What do you want?” You choose to ignore him, bending down to the bottom shelf of the freezer to pull out a popsicle. It was extra hot today, you needed something cold to suck on. You know he’s staring at your shirt as it lifts up over your ass, exposing your panties on full display. You know the popsicles are in the top drawer--but that doesn’t stop you.

By the time you grab the one you wanted, you take a stand up and take a step back to close the freezer door only to walk right into his chest. You’re about to make a witty smark remark about how he needs to learn personal space, when he leans forward, his chest pressing against your back. The words die down in your throat as he practically pushes you up against the freezer. His hands slide down your body slowly, too slow for your liking. His fingers slide down to the hem of your shirt, lifting it up slightly before sliding his fingers up your stomach. You can’t breathe like this, breaths come out heavy as you try to focus on the feeling of his hands tracing onto your stomach. They leave your stomach, sliding down to your hips where he dips a finger underneath the fabric, lightly touching your skin with soft touches that have you burning up with heat.

His fingers feel so… you can’t even describe it. It’s only a couple touches and you already feel your panties getting damper with every lingering touch he gives you. You throw your head back onto his shoulder as he begins to press kisses down your neck. From this angle, it’s a little uncomfortable having to strain your neck all the way back to give him more access--but it’s worth it. It’s so worth it. His soft lips feel 100x better than the simple touches of his fingers.

You swear the heat radiating off your body is enough to match the weather outside, you feel the packet of your popsicle start to drip as it starts melting.

You bite back a moan as his fingers slide down to your panties, about to press onto your clit before the heat suddenly disappears and it’s now you can feel the cold press of the popsicle packet digging into the skin of your fingers. Coming back to your senses, you lift your head back from his shoulder and open your eyes. You didn’t even realise you had closed them. Fucking Haruchiyo .

“Excuse me,” he says, opening the freezer door. You stand there, jaw dropped to the ground as you watch him pull out a packet of frozen peas from the drawer.

“Are you—are you kidding me?”

“What?” He asks almost like he’s genuinely confused as to why you’re reacting this way.

“Why did you-- you kissed me!”

“I needed to get past the freezer.” He laughs, biting his bottom lip as he watches your whole world unravel and fall apart. It’s working. Ran’s advice is working. Get her needy and desperate for you, then she’ll come begging to you for more. He can see it in your eyes if your voice wasn’t enough evidence as is. The way it wavers ever so lightly, voice a tad bit higher than your normal pitch, the way your chest is still rising and falling faster than usual. This was so brilliant.

“You don’t s-seduce people into moving out of the way, Sanzu.”

The stutter? God, you were easier to break apart than he thought. “Yeah?” He steps closer to you, towering over you as he watches you try your best to keep a decent poker face on, meeting him head on with a stern expression, only to fail the moment his hands land on your hips. “Who said I was seducing you? That sounds like a you problem right there.”

Oh this fucker . You know exactly what he’s doing. He’s met his match alright, thinking he can play you, then get you to question whether or not your feelings are real or not from his actions.

“It’s not?” You alter your voice slightly, getting on your tiptoes to make your move—or better yet leave your mark. You brush your lips against his neck ever so slightly, feeling him tense up as the hot air from your nose tickled his skin. Holding the popsicle in one hand, you use the other to run your fingers through his long hair, kissing the smooth skin on his neck ever so lightly. Using the same feather light he kisses he littered all over your body.

Sanzu bit his lip, grip on your hips tightening as he felt your lips move across the sensitive skin on his neck with his ease. He almost moans when you kiss up to his jaw, tongue licking a stripe up his skin before tracing the length of his jawline with kisses.

The moment you reached his chin, you pulled back slightly, looking him eye to eye as your lips practically brushed against his own. “Hi.” You whisper, dropping your eyes from his own down to his lips, those same ones that were on your body not that long ago.

His eyes scan over your face, lingering a little too long on your own lips. It makes you feel naked and vulnerable under his stare. It’s overwhelming, yet you find yourself leaning closer, and closer. Your lips touch, but it’s not a kiss.

You almost have him. So close.

The moment he’s leaning forward, you’re pulling back, arms stretched out as you yawn loudly. “Fuck, I’m so tired.”

You don’t even get the opportunity to walk away, leaving your plan ticked off with 100% completion, because his fingers are grabbing onto your chin, forcing you to face him as he presses his lips against your own.

In case you tried some slick shit again, he locks you in with a huge hand on your hip as he works his mouth against yours. You drop your popsicle, it lands on the floor with a squelch next to the frozen peas.

The second it hit the floor, your hands were on him, grabbing onto his hair to scratch at his scalp as he kissed you feverishly. “Fuck…I’ve wanted this—f-for so long.” He pants against your lips, not even giving you a second to respond as his lips are back on your own in a heated makeout.

Your response is faint whimpers and moans as he coaxes your mouth open with his tongue, licking and sucking his way into your greedy mouth. He has an iron grip on your hips as he lifts you up and off the ground, your legs immediately wrap around his waist for support.

You’re being placed onto the couch, back hitting the soft cushions as you scramble up on your elbows to watch as he strips his shirt off. You don’t get time to look at his chest properly this time when his hands wrap around your ankles, tugging you closer to him. You slide off your elbows, back onto your back as he’s hovering over you.

“I wanna get this done quickly--” he’s unbuckling his pants and you watch as he can’t even be bothered to pull them down all the way down and off his legs, reaching inside his back pocket to pull out a condom. “Wanna do the honours?”

You frown, puffing out your upper lip as you grab the condom from his hands, sitting upright as you pull his boxers down. His fingers find themselves on your face, cupping your cheek as he looks down at you, “Why’re poutin’?”

“Because…I expected—y’know…”

“I don’t know.”

You rub your thighs together and watch as his eyebrows raise. “Ah, I get it now.” He takes the condom from your hand, intertwining your fingers together as he pushes you back down onto your back. “You one of those, right?”

“One of what?”

“Foreplay bitches, always want to be carressed and shit, ‘m I right?”

Isn’t that the bare minimum..?? You slowly nod your head and watch him chuckle, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re cute Y/N. I’ve never done foreplay before, but I’ll try it, for you. Kay?”

“Okay…”

You let him kiss you again, and you can tell he’s genuinely trying this time, his lips feel more tender as they slide against yours. The hairs on his neck stand up when he hears the deep satisfied sigh you let out, hands climbing up his face to cup at his cheeks.

He has a hand sliding down your body to your panties, hooking a finger underneath, pulling back just as fast as it snaps against your skin. You squeal into the kiss, his tongue easily sliding in the moment your mouth opens.

You eagerly suck on his tongue as his fingers slide up your shirt, resting directly atop your boob. He pulls away with a satisfied smirk on his face, “No bra?”

“It’s hot.” You feel him squeeze your boob, moulding it in his hands as he half heartedly listens to what your excuse is.

“If it’s that hot, you shoulda jus’ walked ‘round shirtless.” He’s sliding your shirt up and over, your arms lift up to allow him to fully remove it. “Fuck—knew you had nice tits.”

“I do?”

“Um, yah.” His chuckle is breathless, seeing you splayed out beneath him…so lewd,so sexy. Just like he’d pictured. Your breasts on full display,all for him. He latches and sucks on your nipple a bit too rough from what you’re used to, but you strangely like it. Liking the way his teeth scrape against your skin, the way his flicks your nipple with his tongue at a pace that shouldn’t even be possible.

“Oh my god—haru..” You breathe, scowling when he laughs against your nipples. The hot air from his nostrils doing nothing but adding more sensation to your sensitive buds, muscles flexing causing your breast to twitch inside his mouth.

He continues his ministrations, sliding a hand down past your panties, pressing up against your slit. You can feel him barely digging into your folds, only a light press, can feel the slick sticking to his finger as he drags his hand away from your cunt. You watch with open eyes as he puts it in his mouth---a taste test.

Something changes inside him. He’s sitting up, dragging you along with him roughly. He’s positioning himself to lay down and you think you can tell what’s about to go down.

“No.”

“Don’t be a pussy.” He grabs at your hips and pulls you towards him. There’s enough of a gap between your pussy and his face, sliding through that said gap so he’s looking directly up at your clothed pussy.

“Sit on my face.”

“N-no.”

“Why not.” You gasp when he peels your panties aside, a soft gasp leaving his mouth when he sees just how wet you are.

“I-it’s embarrassing ..”

He looks around the room dramatically, fingers still digging through your folds carelessly. “Nobody’s here but us princess, now--” He grabs your hips, ignoring your yelp in favour of tugging you flush against his face, “Fuck—that’s it.”

He begins to eat you out, tongue sliding up and down your folds, loud moans leaving both your mouths; yours are almost sobs, the way he’s fucking into your cunt with his tongue, lips circling around your clit.

“Fuck—you taste, s’good—s’amazin’ for me.”

“H-haru! Ohmy--“ you’re fighting the urge to rut your hips down, not wanting to suffocate him. Hell, he’d probably like that---the sick bastard. “Yes, yes yes.” You chant over and over again, shamelessly rutting your cunt harder onto his face, to get the feeling of his nose brushing against your clit. “Shit! I’m close—Haru—I’m--“

He moans as he feels your walls clench around his tongue, briefly pulling out to stuff a finger inside, moving at the same pace his tongue was. You moan out his name as you cum on his face, riding out your orgasm as he suctions around your clit, lapping up your juices from your cunt.

“That was so hot.” He lifts you up and over him, resting you beneath him. He grabs the condom where it dropped on the couch and rips it open, rolling it down his length. He hooks his arms under your thighs to spread you out more, enjoying the view of you spread out, cunt wet and pulsating with the need to be filled.

“Ready?”

“Yes. Put it in please--“

You scream when he slams himself inside with a simple thrust, his cock curving in all the right directions, tears pool in your eyes as you’re unable to adjust to the stretch of his cock.

He doesn’t give you any time to prepare yourself, time was already ticking with all that foreplay. He needs to feel you cum around his cock now. His speed is fast, calculated, each slap of his hips against yours reaching directly into your cervix.

You’re loud. Louder than you’ve ever been before.

“God—so hot, think I’m gonna cum soon--“ his voice is strained as he fixes his gaze on his cock as it slides in and out of you. He’s holding your legs apart by the ankle, spreading you out in the way he seeks fit.

You’re not prepared for when he suddenly pressed downwards, folding you in two as he continues his hard thrusts. The couch is shaking as you moan his name out, over and over, the power behind each thrust is harder than the last.

His rhythm is getting sloppier, you can feel his cock twitching inside you that you know he’s close. What’s his next move--? Will he come inside you? Or pull out and cum on your face? He seems like the type to enjoy facials.

“S-sanzu--“ you whimper when he looks down at you, “cum on me… please.” You don’t care where at this point--as long as it’s not inside. You’re not ready for that yet.

“Fuck,” he grunts, throwing his head back and repositioning his hips to slam harder into you. You grip onto the nearest cushion, grip so tight you swear you can rip the fabric off if you tried hard enough. “That’s it—cum around my cock, sexy.”

You can’t help it, body spazzing violently as you hide your face with the cushion, muffling out your moans as you cum on his cock.

His movements still and he’s quick to pull out of you, ripping the condom off and tossing it somewhere across the room. His hands are fast, jerking himself off before he throws his head back, moaning quite loudly as he splashes ropes of cum on your chest, aiming for your nipples but some lands on your stomach.

“Oh my god.” He watches with wide eyes and heavy breaths as you dip your fingers onto the pool of cum on your chest, scooping some up with two fingers, stuffing them into your mouth, moaning obscenely around your fingers as you suck the residue off.

“Next time,” you take another scoop, but instead of eating it, you play with it, stretching your fingers far apart to see how far it stretches before it eventually snaps, “next time cum inside me.”

“Next time?” He leans forward to kiss you, groaning a bit at the salty taste of his cum, but it fades away with the way you’re licking into his mouth. You hum and nod into the kiss, fingers sliding behind his back to leave scratch marks that have him shuddering.

You break the kiss to bite at his bottom lip, “Yeah, next time.”

Sanzu thought this would be a one time thing—hit and dip—as the old saying goes. But seeing you there, looking up at him so deviously—he doesn’t think he can fuck another woman that’s not you again.

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k9wa · 1 year

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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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shujilovedive · 1 year

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Do you think Sanzu’s scars ever hurt because of how much he talks? And that’s another reason he remained so quiet for so long. The skin would tighten and result in bitter achyness that would last for hours so other than the trauma the whole event caused him, talking hurts. It makes it even crueler.

That’s another reason your press those soft kisses to them and you also try to offer Sanzu pain pills which he rejects, turning his head up at them. You can see the way he will twitch in pain after he’s yelled at someone or talked too much, he will often talk quieter for awhile or go quiet all together. But the moment you have him alone, you’re cupping the side of his face and placing gentle kisses to the diamonds on the side of his lips.

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tojisbbg · 2 years

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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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bibbim-nim · 2 years

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A mini comic for ze bday boy ❤️

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aleapple1216 · 2 years

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Sanzu Haruchiyo New Info

IT’S MY ROUGH TRANSLATION SO IT CAN HAVE SOME MISTAKES !!!

Birthday: July 3, 1990 Zodiac Sign: Cancer Height: 1.72cm Weight: 55kg Blood type: AB Image color: Pink, almost Magenta. Favorite thing: Cheesecake. Dislikes: Spicy things (he sweats a lot). Respected/admired person: Mikey Feared/disliked person: Cheerful people (he has no patience with them). Special Ability: Fencing Dream: To be Mikey's right arm (what a fucking simp) Favorite place: A fridge in winter. (? Pride or Shame Story: It was Mikey's birthday, so he found all his haters, beat them up viciously, then ripped their hair off, wrapped it up and gave it as a present to the captain, he raged. The captain is hard to please. A day in his daily life: The day Baji beat up Hanagaki and left Tokyo Manji, he had something that he really wanted to ask him. So he went after him.

Sanzu: Baji, are you really leaving Toman? Baji: Yes. Sanz: I see. I will miss you. I just want to ask you one last question. Baji: I'm not going to tell you anything about Valhalla. Saznu: What hair treatment do you use? Baji: What? Sanzu: I always wondered what cream you use for your hair. Baji: ...You're a weirdo. …It’s just soap… Sanzu: Well, thank you, Baji.

“When I tried it later, my hair became stiff and tangled. Next time I see him, I'll kill him."

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szasfuckingwife · 11 months

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Rockstar girlfriend x rockstar sanzu

DARLING

ROCKSTAR!SANZU x ROCKSTAR GIRLFRIEND! READER

WARNINGS: smoking, smut, insecure Sanzu, unhealthy drinking, miniature toxicity

a/n: THANK YOU for this request, I had fun making it. this is also heavily inspired by Nana (Nana and Ren’s relationship) i fucking love that anime. also, don’t bully me for the corny band name🤭

Rockstar!Sanzu who after a show crashes into the couch in his tour bus, lighting a small cigarette from his favourite brand, the one you put him on. With the overwhelming life whilst on tour, all he wants is to get back home to you. He loves his band, B0N10, and his fans, but nothing compares to you.

Rockstar!Sanzu that laughs when you become pissy about all the bras and panties thrown on stage. You swear you don’t care but him cackling at you makes you break out.

“Don’t laugh! It’s not funny.” You throw a pillow at him, scowling when he catches it with ease. Sanzu would plead and beg for you to forgive him but your cute face getting all furious humours him. He stands and walks over to you, holding your hands.

“Haru-” “Baby, I’m sorry I’m just so irresistible that they throw their underwear at me. Y’know what I think it is? The tongue piercing.” Before you walk away, Sanzu pulls you back, smirking at you. “If anything, they’re complimenting your good taste in men.”

“I would be flattered if they didn’t send letters to our apartment with their phone numbers, in hope that you’d call them.”

Rockstar!Sanzu that makes sure you’re safe when you guys are swarmed with paparazzi. He makes sure your hand is always intertwined with his and always leads you to the car.

“Sanzu, Is it true Y/N is pregnant?!”

“Y/N, does it make you feel worried that Sanzu’s bandmates often go clubbing with women?”

“Y/N, there are pictures of Sanzu meeting up with a girl outside a hotel, any comments about-”

Now, both of you know that those pictures were a hoax and probably made by a stupid journalist company. How? He’s was literally with you the night when those pictures went viral. And why would Sanzu cheat on you? He adores you.

But, he had enough and punched the reporter across the face. The rest of them gasped and cameras flashed rapidly, catching the sight of a shocked Y/N, a reporter on the ground and Sanzu with bloody knuckles.

After you finally make it in your car, Sanzu grumbles a quiet four letter word and begins to drive. “Zu, you didn’t have to do that…”

He shakes his head, “Can’t let these pricks embarrass you like that. And, I’m tired of these stupid fucking lies! I’d never.”

You stroke the back of his hand, sighing deeply, “I know, baby, I know.”

“Management’s gonna be up my ass about this shit.”

Rockstar!Sanzu who has you whimpering on your back after one of his sold out shows. You remember seeing him pour a bottle of water all over himself on stage, causing everyone to see the perfect outline of his abs. Right then, you wished he fucked you right on that stage.

Although not a stage, the hotel room sufficed. Your legs are wrapped around his waist as he bucks his hips into yours, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. With every stroke, your moans grow louder as you get closer and closer to your climax. Sanzu is hungry on your neck, kissing and biting every inch of it, leaving no untouched space.

“You’re fucking tight, Y/N…” He grunts beside your ear. “Ya gonna let me cum inside you, hm?”

You’re too fucked out to form coherent words so you nod as he quickens his pace. Sanzu smirks at the black of your mascara running down your face, wiping your tears as he moans out a, “I’m fucking close, baby!”

You both cum together, but Sanzu doesn’t stop the rocking of his hips just yet. He continues until he feels like he’s done, and by done I mean on the verge of passing out. He collapses next to your body, pink hair sticking on to his sweaty forehead.

“You’re so pretty, Y/N..” He whispers as your eyes flutter close. You hear him moving around, preparing to clean you up. But, just then, you feel him lean close to your ear and whisper, “The prettiest..”

Rockstar!Sanzu who uses your moans in one of his songs on the album. It’s funny seeing his agency looking confused on where Sanzu obtained that recording. His bandmates look at you, chuckling as they remember the sleepless nights they had on tour due to you and Sanzu being in the next room. “I dunno, boss. I got it from a porn site.” He says, smirking at you.

Rockstar!Sanzu who even with your constant reminders, is still insecure. This isn’t an ideal life for anyone, especially when you’re dating a superstar. He wonders if there’s someone else, an escape from his life and a taste of normality. In response, he’d drink hours on end, trying to ignore those thoughts but they’d only remind him more. With the constant failure of trying to start a relationship with his family, you’re the one thing that has always been there. And hell if he loses you to some idiot who doesn’t know you like he does.

“Open the door, Haru.” You sit down, outside the door of the bathroom. In concern, his bandmates called you, explaining what had been going on and with no hesitation, you took the first flight down. “It’s me.”

He cradles his head in his hands as he reminds himself to confront his bandmates about this later. “I don’t want you to see me like this.”

“I’ve seen you drunk, high, happy, sad - you think I care?” You chuckled. He takes one deep breath before opening the door, facing you.

You smile up at him and he frowns at you with his tear stricken face. “Hey, gorgeous.” You bring your hand to stroke at his cheek and he leans into it. “I missed you.”

“I’ve missed you more than anything.”

You give him a second to take some deep breaths before speaking again, “Let’s talk, babe.”

Rockstar!Sanzu who dedicates songs to you when he knows you’re in the crowd. He doesn’t know exactly what seat your in, but he knows you’re there. And knowing that his favourite girl is in that crowd makes him happy.

“I don’t like getting sentimental. Especially in front of a sold out crowd!” Sanzu laughs into the mic as the sea of fans erupted. “But a very special person is here tonight and she deserves everyone to know that I love her.”

A swarm of ‘awws’ emits from the crowd as Sanzu’s cheeks get just as pink as his hair. “I won’t embarrass myself any longer but I love you, baby. I love you.”

And maybe you’ll get a bunch of crazy fangirls and boys tweeting everything under the sun to you or maybe you’ll be harassed by paparazzi whilst eating a gourmet meal, but as long as you’re doing it with your rockstar boyfriend, you don’t really mind.

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xxelfmamaxx · 1 year

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Y/n:Sanzu, you should stop using drugs..

Sanzu:Why?

Y/n:remember last night?

Sanzu:Yeah, but I wasn't that high..

Y/n:DUDE YOU ALMOST JUMP DOWN FROM THE 15TH FLOOR SINGING I BELIEVE I CAN FLY

Sanzu:

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bluerskiees · 1 year

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Y/n: Sanzu texted me, "your adorable" and I replied, "No, YOU'RE adorable."

Mikey: And?

Y/n : And now we're dating. We've been on six dates. All I did was point out a typo but I like him so I'm not gonna say anything.

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znitsamluv · 1 year

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𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 y𝐨𝐮 w𝐞𝐫𝐞 s𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫

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" Real sweet but I wish You were sober "

Sanzu x fem!reader .

Warnings: Toxic relationship, drugs consumption

The party was filled with many people dancing while high and in every corner there were some shady looking people taking drugs and your Boyfriend was one of them .

It was really cold but you don't know wither was it because of the night breeze or was it the coldness you felt in your heart seeing your lover swallowing pills even though before you both left for the party he promised he stopped , Sanzu wasn't the one to keep promises but you wished you at least mattered a bit or passed his mind before he takes them but seeing how effortlessly he puts it his mouth and swallowing before smirking at the girl in front of him that gave him the pill .

You couldn't bring your self to be jealous not when everytime you try to work your relationship he usually messes up and it felt like he was doing that to your ruin your relationship on purpose and it was working , you were ready to leave even when a small part inside you was screaming to safe him and embrace him , stand with him in his thick and thin but you brushed it off you can't expect flowers from watering a dead plant .

You were ready to leave and this time you are not only leaving a party you are also leaving your love for your partner, you are cutting the thin thread you held into these past months.

Turning your back to the crazy party lights and heading to the exit you felt hands Warp around your wait pulling you into a soft and warm embrace that you can never mistake, the same one you used to run back to no matter how tired of him you were , no matter how many nights you spend crying over him and his ways you still find yourself melting into his Arms .

" Leaving without me how rude " his voice sending shivers down your spine reminding you how much control he has over you.

" Sorry for breaking your promise couldn't hold myself" that apologize wasn't true even one bit not even one ounce of guilt in his tone and you couldn't bring your self to look into his eyes knowing they will look half lidded from the drugs .

" Is this a new perfume? You smell so sweet " nuzzling his nose into your neck tickling you a bit you tried to brush him off but he didn't seem to move one a bit as if he knew if he let go you won't come back , but you couldn't love him like this when you know he isn't in his right mind.

" you are the most beautiful woman in the world" He whispered in your ears and pulled you closer if that was even possible . The compliment didn't faze you because in your 2 years of dating Sanzu he never compliments you unless he is high and never in his right mind.

" I love you " hmm that sentence you haven't hear since so long and you can't help but melt a bit even though you know in the morning he will forget he even said anything and you will stay with an empty heart for the rest of the week hoping he might say it again when he is sober , you chuckled sadly to yourself before side eyeing Sanzu who was lost in the hug .

he never tells you sweet things only fights and arguments over a ruined relationship you don't know why are you holding on .

" That's really sweet ........ but I wish you were sober " Sanzu heard you but chose to ignore knowing if he answered he would make a promise that he will definitely break .

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maehemthemisfit · 1 year

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❬ ✰❛ MASTERLIST ❀❜ ❱

› 〉 .ೃ had to make a list of all the yan!mikey (platonic) x reader x yan!sanzu (romantic) asks I get because I'm falling in love with them everyday : „ ↴

꒰⚘݄꒱₊ YANDERE CHRONICLES : ♡ ⤹ ぃ

ﾟ — ➴ Thank you anon for sending these

⊹₊ ⋆ BLURBS ꜜ

🗒 ❛ guardian angel ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► exposition based : looking out for mikey leads to sanzu having his eyes on you

🍓 ❛ wingman ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► toxic friend Mikey getting reminded of Emma and Draken when he sees you and yan Sanzu

🗒 ❛ hiding wounds ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► hiding wounds from mikey and sanzu is necessary, especially when sanzu is so eager to take care of you

🍓 ❛ marriage? uh... not really ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► Bonten timeline Mikey pressuring reader to marry Sanzu

🗒 ❛ just needed some air ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► reader using their connections as excuses to get away from mikey and sanzu

🍓 ❛ spilling the tea ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► sanzu loves telling mikey about the cute things you do, you tell koko what really happened and he takes pity on you

🗒 ❛ mikey fluff ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► as the title says :D

🍓 ❛ the good old days ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► times you used to play with mikey's hair

🗒 ❛ hug em too ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► hugging mikey in front of sanzu

🍓 ❛ shh... he's sleeping ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► sanzu wants a hug but you're carrying mikey (to avoid him)

🗒 ❛ koala bear ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► only you can carry mikey, and everyone wonders how your back isn't broken yet

🍓 ❛ lemme see ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "Imagine Sanzu catches u crying and like he’s all like what’s wrong I’ll kill them but it’s HIM and ur like hahaha no I just stubbed my toe....."

🗒 ❛ too much? ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► sanzu gets the bright idea to come back drenched in blood just so you can clean and "pamper" him

🍓 ❛ sanzu started it! ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► sanzu and the haitanis has a fight over you and it causes an all out brawl, mikey happens to walk in

🗒 ❛ it's my turn ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "Mikey, whether in KM or Bonten will probably have a time limit when Sanzu cuddles/hugs you"

🍓 ❛ excuses, excuses ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► sanzu using mikey as an excuse to get you away from others

🗒 ❛ benkei and waka for the rescue ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► Waka and Benkei walking up to you and giving you those old man ointment for back pain since you carry Mikey around everyday.

🍓 ❛ caretakers ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► oh great, you injured your leg. good thing mikey and sanzu is here to take care of you!

🗒 ❛ say ahh ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► sanzu feeding you soup but you didn’t open ur mouth and so he’s just pressing the spoon against ur lips like :) ?

🍓 ❛ hugging sanzu ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► sanzu trapping you in a hug

🗒 ❛ distraction ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "what do you think would happen if you caught sanzu hand mid way as it was about to attack a person who was in the wrong place in the wrong time of sanzus rage..."

🍓 ❛ can't stay mad ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► mikey and sanzu can't stay angry at you for a long time... they'll find a way to make it up to you

🗒 ❛ insecure? not on my watch ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "I can imagine that if you have really bad eating habits they changed once Mikey and Sanzu are around. Mikey'll have Sanzu make sure you're eating properly, Sanzu making all your favorites. And ofc they both comfort you when you feel insecure about yourself and your body :( "

🍓 ❛ handkerchief ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "Imagine if you saw Kaku getting back to the KM base after Mikey assigned him to fight someone..."

🗒 ❛ (interaction) ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► Mae I really love the irony you wrote on your recent drabble <3 The one where you would do anything to keep Mikey's joy alive even it costs your life, when in reality you're the reason for his joy and your death is the last straw for him.

🍓 ❛ mixed feelings ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► You know how Brahman's other purpose is to bring Mikey back ? I'm pretty sure that Akashi and Draken has mixed feelings about you. You're from KM and you're loyal to Mikey which means that you're supporting Mikey to remain in that path, however you're the one taking care of Mikey like he's your family. The mixed feelings they have when they saw you buying food alone, and when the vendor asked about it you just said, "My boss can't really have breaks, so at least I want him to eat well"

🗒 ❛ not so bad ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► MAE, imagine Takemichi being shooketh when he saw how polite you were. He's going somewhere near a food stall only to saw an executive of KM aka you. So he hid in case you beat him up, only to hear you say this to the vendor saying how he's thankful to you for being a loyal customer, and you replied with, "I should be the thankful one. My boss really likes your cooking and he's eager to eat unlike before". Takemichi's speechless, a KM executive has better manners than most ppl he met!

🍓 ❛ til the very end ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "Bc you mentioned a what if that involved you dying in the future, HERE I GO. Imagine if the reason for your death is..."

🗒 ❛ rest in chains ༉‧₊˚✧

╰►"I think the other reason why Mikey went batshit like you said (and my imagine that you die, although I have a similar one with a happy ending that I didn't tell you hehe) is because you..."

🍓 ❛ bittersweet ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "Okay so imagine if you're an executive of a powerful gang and you befriended Mikey in the toman era..."

🗒 ❛ im fine! ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "Mae so I read something about psychogenic fever aka fever due to stress, and I think that as KM reader grows older, her health's getting weaker. Especially the work stress from Bonten and also having to deal with two possessive men aka Mikey and Sanzu. You try your best to hide it from Bonten, you definitely don't want Mikey to start treating you like glass. "

🍓 ❛ overtime ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► you resort to working in secret whenever you're away from sanzu and mikey

🗒 ❛ bombastic side eye ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► just the haitanis giving sanzu the side eye because do he really think he could bag somebody like you??

🍓 ❛ evasive maneuvers ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► Sanzu's so good at finding you that you've developed a sixth sense to help avoid him

🗒 ❛ hotel room ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► when Bonten requires staying in a hotel you're off limits to Sanzu at night

🍓 ❛ prowerpoint ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► Sanzu's makes a powerpoint to convince mikey to let you stay in his hotel room

⊹₊ ⋆ ONESHOTS/IMAGINES/HEADCANONS ꜜ

🗒 ❛ ten minutes wouldn't hurt ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► delivering food for mikey and accidentally falling asleep in his office

🍓 ❛ stop movin ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "Imagine if you ended up being a self taught medic bc you don't want Sanzu to treat you..."

🗒 ❛ only him ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► mikey doesn't like leaving you alone, so he has sanzu watch you

🍓 ❛ why aren't you with sanzu? ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "Before Mikey starts supporting your relationship with Sanzu, buying snacks for you and Mikey was your way of avoiding yan Sanzu. It changed when Mikey started encouraging the relationship though. Imagine that you went back to the base with snacks, and after thanking you Mikey asked, "Why aren't you with Sanzu ?" "

🗒 ❛ insecure? not on my watch ༉‧₊˚✧

🍓 ❛ snack tour ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "During the earlier times of being in KM, you're quite distant with Mikey since he's very hard to talk to unless it's like gang business. However, you know other shortcuts to the base which has tons of street food stalls like dorayaki, taiyaki, crepes, etc so you ended up buying taiyaki for Mikey saying that you passed by multiple stalls otw to the base, might as well buy some. Both of you start bonding when you offer to take Mikey on a ✨street snacks tour✨. Just vibing with your boss."

🗒 ❛ mother hen ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "Mikey following you around like a kitten especially in the office. You want to go out and buy food? Either it's him assigning someone bc you have to spend time with him and Sanzu, or him following you as well."

🍓 ❛ don't say nothin ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► Sanzu as always is taking his sweet time tending to your wounds and a member comments on it

🗒 ❛ play pretend ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "Imagine you hearing Koko's name from Mikey's office when you came back from an assignment, and you overheard Sanzu saying that they should warn Koko about getting too close to you. You don't want Koko getting hurt, so you texted Koko before knocking on the door. The whole day you're the clinging to them, intending to distract them so that they wouldn't go for Koko."

🍓 ❛ lion's den ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "If toman Mikey couldn't sleep without the towel/blanket thing (it's in the manga), KM and Bonten Mikey most likely couldn't sleep without your KM coat or blazer. It's really difficult to persuade Mikey to give your coat or blazer back though..." how far would you go to get it back by any means? all you have to do is not wake up the lion.

🗒 ❛ political marriage ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► an allied gang of bonten let's their tongue slip and mentions how it'll be a wonderful idea for you to marry their leader or one of their executives. Mikey and Sanzu aren't too fond of the idea

⊹₊ ⋆ IN SEMI-ORDER ꜜ

guardian angel

wingman

hiding wounds

marriage? uh... not really

just needed some air

spilling the tea

mikey fluff

the good old days

hug em too

shh... he's sleeping

koala bear

lemme see

too much?

sanzu started it!

it's my turn

excuses, excuses

for the rescue

caretakers

say ahh

hugging sanzu

ten minutes wouldn't hurt

distraction

stop movin

only him

why aren't you with sanzu?

can't stay mad

insecure? not on my watch

snack tour

handkerchief

mixed feelings

not so bad

til the very end

rest in chains

bittersweet

I'm fine!

mother hen

overtime

don't say nothin

play pretend

bombastic side eye

evasive maneuvers

lion's den

hotel room

powerpoint

political marriage

⌢ : ♡ ⤹ ぃﾟ.

This is the majority of it! and all future scenarios related to this will go here ✨

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wrixthesley · 2 years

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sin for me | h. sanzu

cw: gun play, noncon, toxic relationships, yandere sanzu, degradation(?), praise, baby trapping, stalking, mentions of drugs, intrusion, dacryphilia

a/n: please read the warnings

Your date is nice.

He works downtown, makes a decent amount of money, polite, and actually makes an effort to keep the conversation going. He asks about what you do and your likes.

He’s clean, that’s the most important part. Doesn’t dabble in anything illegal, certainly has never done drugs other than getting high once in college as if you’d even count that.

You’re relieved with him, no sleepless nights wondering if he’ll get home in one piece or if he’s going to get caught for pushing product.

His hands are gentle, they’re warm and bare. No rings adorning his fingers and no metal contrasting to your skin when he pulls you in for a kiss.

Your first kiss since him.

Your date walks you home, makes sure that you get to your apartment safely and sets up the next date. You hum in response, looking forward to it. You bid each other farewell and go inside.

You ignore the text that’s been burning a hole through your phone for the past hour. You don’t know how many numbers you’ve blocked this week, it’s too hard to keep track of but you know who it is.

“He’s a nice guy”

You don’t read the rest of the message. You swipe left to delete it before getting ready for bed.

Your second date with him is a lot more fun. It’s easier for you to distract yourself, arcade games remind you of simpler times when the only thing you worried about was whether or not you understood the homework for that night.

He’s charming, clumsy, and has an amazing sense of humor. He makes the butterflies flutter in your stomach, how long has it been since you’ve felt so innocent? He tells you you’re pretty, your personality captivating and he’s excited for your future dates.

He embraces you, safely enveloping you in his arms. You turn your face so you rest on his chest, you’ve wished for a peaceful relationship like this for a while.

You close your eyes for a moment, basking in the warmth of your date before opening and seeing pink hair and blue eyes staring at you through a crowd. His mask covers the bottom half of his face, he knows his scars make him recognizable.

Your blood turns cold and when you push away from your date the eyes that locked onto you are gone.

“Sorry.” You say, relieved that you don’t receive anymore questions.

He takes your hand and leads you to play laser tag. It’s one of his favorites, you’ll have to remember that.

You feel guilty that he’s so kind.

Friday nights are spent tidying up what you couldn’t during the week.

The dishes that you stacked up after dinner get washed, dried and put away. The washer in the background gives you an illusion that you’re not so alone in your apartment.

The floors are swept and mopped, the rugs vacuumed and everything gets a good dusting. It helps clear your head, when your space is tidy.

Your phone goes off and you think you’re getting asked for a third date. Your stomach sinks when it’s another unknown number, you wonder if he’ll ever get tired.

There’s three messages this time.

“Don’t ignore me.”

Followed by an unsolicited picture of his cock.

“Miss you, my pretty baby”

You block and delete the message thread.

Your third date is at his house. Nothing fancy, he apologizes for it but you reassure him it’s fine. You take the opportunity to talk to him more, learn about the way he lives and essentially what makes him tick.

He asks you a different question for each one of yours he answers until he asks about any of your ex lover’s he should be wary of. He says it as a joke but it’s a wound that still stings.

You can’t bring yourself to utter someone else’s name in the presence of your date. You swallow hard, your mouth feels dry and he goes back to watching his show.

He continues talking about all previous partners he’s been with. He’s on good terms with all of them, how could he not be? He has a heart of gold where you only carry guilt. You envy that about him, even though he’s been so generous with all of your dates.

“I really like you” he says, kissing you, hesitant to place his hands on your hips, “I can wait until you’re ready.” His voice is soothing, he’s pulling you into a hug.

When was the last time you felt such peace?

You walk through the rain one evening after work, cursing yourself for forgetting your umbrella. Your shoes are soaking wet and your apartment feels like its further away than what it is when it starts pouring.

You’re practically trudging up the stairs to your door by the time the rain begins to slow. Your hands shaking from how hard you’re shivering trying to get the key to turn.

“Fuck, just open” you whisper, relieved when the key finally gives and the door swings open. Your hair is dripping and your clothes are uncomfortably stuck to your skin. You’re pulling your socks off, peeling away at your pants and shirt until you’re in nothing but your underwear.

You bend down to pick up the wet clothes to through them in the washer.

You can’t wait to go to bed.

“Putting on a show for me?”

You freeze. You feel your stomach sink, the blood in your veins turns cold and nausea begins to pick at the back of your throat. You want to scream, you have to scream, he can’t be here.

“I told you not to ignore me” he seethes, clamping his hand around your mouth and pressing you against his body.

Sanzu has always been stronger than he’s looked.

Your heart is racing, pounding against your ribcage as you look around desperately for something you can use as a weapon.

“You’re gonna behave” he whispers into your ear, you can feel how warm his breath is, can feel the taut muscles of his arms through his clothes. He drags you to your bedroom, you know better than to fight back. Your dates replay in your head, you wish you would have cherished the kind words and touches more. You feel like sobbing again.

He’s quick to turn you around. Hand still clamped around your mouth, you squeeze your eyes shut. You’re hoping, praying, crying for this to be a dream. You want the safety you had days before.

Sanzu meets you with a gun to your head and a saccharine smile on his face. You immediately start to sob.

“Didn’t you miss me?” He asks, the grip on your mouth changes to a harsh one on your cheeks. Pushing them together forcing your lips to pout. He nods your head yes for you, loves that your mascara is running down your cheeks.

“I told you not to fuckin ignore me.”

He traces the barrel of the gun down your face, the metal leaving goosebumps behind on your skin.

“Sanzu, please.”

“You’re gonna be a good girl and listen aren’t you?” His kisses your forehead, “Gonna show me that that other fucker you’re with isn’t shit, that you’re mine, yeah?”

He uses the gun to push the straps of your bra down, pressing the barrel into your skin to remind you not to fight back. His free hand finds undoes the hook of your bra, letting it fall on the floor.

“God, I love these tits” his scars on either side of his mouth scrunch when he smiles. His hand is warm when he cups your breast, fingers playing with your hardening nipples.

“Did you fuck him?” He asks, releasing your breast and pressing the gun to the center of your chest.

You sob, looking directly into his eyes for the first time since he’s been here.

“Yes.” You seethe, waiting for Sanzu to pull the trigger.

Instead he only laughs.

“I fuckin’ hate liars, baby.” His voice is sickly sweet, cooing at you as he moves the gun slowly down to your navel. He tucks the barrel into your panties, the cool metal makes you jolt.

He’s closer now, his lips ghosting yours. Eyes boring into yours and burning the memory of his features into your skull forever.

“You’re only a whore for me.” He whispers, kissing you harder when you sob, snaking his tongue into your mouth to collide with yours. The kiss is desperate, needy and it’s all teeth and tongue and, god you hate when he licks at the hot tears spilling down your cheeks.

His hand slides into your panties, watching how your breath hitches when he finds your clit instantly beginning to circle it despite your cries to stop.

“Sanzu” your voice is low, breathy. It makes his cock twitch in his pants, he’s missed you so much. His fingers are so long, so warm and you curse him for knowing exactly what you like, what makes you dizzy, and what makes your jaw drop.

“Fuck, Sanzu, stop.” You breathe, head falling back when he pinches your clit.

“Yeah? Tell me to stop again, baby.”

He frees his hand, using it to pull your panties down your legs. You step out of them, watching how he casually holds the gun in his hand. You wonder if it’s the one he uses for work, if it’s the one responsible for so many people who haven’t returned home.

The muzzle of the gun is pressed to your clit, you moan, mouth falling when he begins to circle it over and over again.

“Mmm, tell me no, baby. Wanna hear you say it again”

“Sanzu, no, please, no” your legs start to shake and your struggling to hold back your moans. You can’t tell if you’re crying for him to stop or because you feel pleasure begging to bubble in your stomach.

The sound of his belt coming undone snaps you back to reality for a moment. It feels like time slowed, you watch the gun leaving your cunt and back at his side.

He lets his pants bunch at his thighs, pushing you face first onto the edge of the bed. The gun is pressed to the back of your head and you're too scared to do anything but cry.

He's switching the his hands when he slips his shirt off. Each one keeping the gun glued to the back of your head and you can feel the tip of his cock teasing at your folds.

You cry and he moans.

"Don't cry, I'll make you feel good. Better than your boy toy can."

Your body betrays you, slick coating your folds and the inside of your thighs. "I hate you." You whisper, you choke on a sob when he sheathes himself inside of you.

"I love you." He replies, his voice isn't harsh anymore. The gun moves to your temple at the same type he hits your sweet spot. You can't help or stop the moans that flow out of you. Sanzu is everywhere, his hands, his scent, god you can feel his hair when he folds himself over you to kiss the side of your head. He's like wildfire spreading and growing. His anger and love are alike, red hot, uncontrollable, and consuming everything in its path to get what he wants. He doesn't care if he has to burn the world to the ground, he'd do it. Anything for you.

"Anything for you" he moans, losing himself in the pleasure of your cunt. You're more addicting than any drug he's tried, he'll be damned if you leave him again. "I'd do anything for you." He repeats, he drops the gun on the floor. His hands come to knead at your breasts, then traveling down to the fat of your hips and one spreads on the soft of your tummy.

He knows you, he knows you so well because he's pushing down on your stomach. He swears he's so far deep inside of you, can't you feel it? Tell him how deep he is, how big he is. Oh fuck, you're so good, so hot, and so perfect for him.

"Gonna cum inside of you." he breathes, his hips slamming down on in a sloppy pace, you cringe when you can hear how wet you are with each smack of his hips.

"Gonna get you pregnant, you'll never fuckin' leave me." his hand wraps around your throat, pulling you up so your back is flush with his chest, he loves seeing your tits bounce and you realize the pleasure bubbling in the deepest part of your stomach, you're panting, crying, pleading for him or against him. You don't know anymore.

All you can say is "Sanzu,Sanzu, please, fuck-" He changes the angle of his thrusts, the ones that make you dizzy and stupid and your eyes roll back into your skull.

"Haruchiyo!" you whine, finally reaching your own euphoria as Sanzu paints your insides white. You shriek at how hot he feels inside of you, you let him slowly finish riding his high inside of you. Each thrust overstimulates you both, he comes down to kiss you.

"You're mine," he whispers, his lips pressing against your own.

He lets you climb onto your bed, watching you curl up into yourself as he joins you. The gun is back in his hand and you don't think you have any more tears to cry.

You let him position you how he wants, his cock stirring back to life when he sees his cum seep out of your cunt. He cocks it this time, the safety is off and you feel panic rise in your chest.

"Can't let this go to waste." He smiles, using the barrel to collect his seed and stuff it back inside of you.

"You'll be so pretty, my love." His eyes never leave you and you swear he starts crying.

You wonder about your date, you want to apologize to him.

After all, he is a nice guy.

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