#bonten!sanzu

[torasplanet]

Hiii sweetheart, can u pls write smut with kanto manji or bonten Sanzu with like him being super vulnerable and hard to be with but at the same time him trying to be a better boyfriend (with fem. reader)?

Also I have a crush on ur works✋😭

❝𝙇𝙀𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙇𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝙄𝙉.ᐟ❞

H. SANZU + F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; haruchiyo breaks his six months of sobriety and doesn't truly understand how much it meant to you until he sees you in tears and proves to you how he's going to become a better boyfriend.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; smut, fluff, lowkey angsty, drug addiction, break of sobriety, cocaine, bonten!haru, kinda sappy, haru wants to become better for u :(, worship, unediteddd, mention of other bonten members, cheating(past), haru's literally begging on his knees for you to stay, praise, soft dom!haru, crying, past arguments, p in v, unprotected, actually sad as hell i'm sorry, petnames (baby, pretty, pretty baby, etc...), haru's depression, skin color not mentioned

marls notes 2 u(*´▽｀*) ; thank u smmmm !! i wasn't considering writing for haru cuz im his biggest hater buttt this was just sooo cute and i had the best idea for it !! ignore the header being kanto haru, i just thought that was cuterr

Haruchiyo fucked up, he knew he did. He had fucked up plenty of times before but this time, he really fucked up. Your lack of presence in you and his shared apartment proved it and all his texts being left on delivered only added insult to injury.

He would like to say that he didn’t mean it and it was an accident but he knew it wasn’t. He didn’t have to go in that club room and snort that coke but he did. He saw that white crystallized powder on that expensive ass glass coffee table and went closer, even taking the time to straighten out the line and pull out a hundred dollar bill from his pocket to snort it breaking his 6 months of sobriety. He didn’t think about what would happen if you walked in on him, he didn’t really care in the moment.

Knowing that he couldn’t just lie to your face saying it was an accident and he didn’t mean it. Not after he saw the tears glazing over your (e/c) irises that he’s gazed into too many times with the same wetness covering them with whatever he did being the reason. 

“Haru…?” The sound of your questioning voice made him freeze, he stopped moving and stopped snorting the cocaine. Haruchiyo couldn’t bring himself to turn around and look at you, not when he was on his knees in his expensive ass thousand dollar Versace pants snorting coke when he was supposed to be using the bathroom. That’s what he told you when he left you in the middle of the club with Kokonoi to take a break from dancing with you and it was the truth. 

Until he came across this open door. “Haru, what’re you doing?” You asked standing in the doorframe in that short dress that matched his dress suit with your hands on the side of the doorframe. You had an idea what he was doing but you didn’t want it to be a misunderstanding and get mad at him for nothing, you hoped it was a misunderstanding honestly. Haruchiyo had been sober for six months with your help and he was doing so well. You didn’t want him to throw that all away.

The pink-haired man dropped the rolled-up dollar bill onto the table that was now clean of any cocaine, only small specks were left. He rubbed his nose before turning his head toward you and his heart absolutely broke seeing the way you looked at him, with such a large amount of hope in your eyes that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t doing what you thought he was. Haruchiyo wished he could stop you from tilting your head to look at the table and see the empty Ziploc bag on the table and the rolled-up dollar.

The male sat there ashamed as you looked back at him with no words leaving your mouth. He turned his body around completely and looked at you and that’s when all the regret sunk in. He felt instant regret when he saw you staring down at him your eyes becoming watery with tears “Baby, please.” Haruchiyo started beginning to stand to his feet as he saw you beginning to sniffle “You said you were sober.” You muttered your voice breaking sadly as he inched closer.

“I was-” “were you just lying to me?” You cut him off as you continued to stare at him as tears ran down your cheeks when he reached his arms out to cup your face and wipe those tears away, you backed away like you were scared and he stood still.

He didn’t attempt to touch you again and just stared at you trying to come up with some answer that wouldn’t make you cry harder but as he thought about it, there was nothing in the world that would stop those tears “I’m sorry.” Haruchiyo pathetically said. 

It was the only thing he could say but it meant nothing to you. He has said those words so many times to you over and over telling you it’d never happen again and it did. Haruchiyo didn’t mean to continue the cycle of hurting you that he created himself but when he saw those pills or white powders, it was like his body moved on its own and when they entered his system…there was nothing he could do to contain himself, he lost all control of himself and what he said to you. 

Most of the time he didn’t even remember what he said and those moments were what hurt him the most. Having to hear you repeat his hurtful words back to him knowing that they were directed toward you was the worst and he hated himself for making you go through that but he always begged that you stay with him and that he would change. He was really trying to change don’t get me wrong but…it was just hard for him.

“Don’t fucking talk to me sanzu.” You said angrily shaking your head before turning around and walking away from the scene with the clack of your Burberry heels that Haruchiyo insisted that you wear because of how beautiful they complimented your skin and your dress. He loved being able to dress you up, too bad he wouldn’t be able to do that after what he had just done to you.

The long-haired man’s eyes widened as he realized your lack of presence and he leaped forward and out of the room seeing you stomping away with your hands balled into fists. “Baby please don’t go!” Haruchiyo yelled out as he ran after you grabbing onto your arm and turning you around to look you in the eye. By now his green eyes were bubbling with tears like yours were and for a second it looked like you were considering it but when Haruchiyo felt something running from his nose, your gaze changed back to anger-filled and upset.

You snatched your arm away from him and didn’t say a word as you turned back around and continued back out to the club probably to leave. He had the keys to your car but knowing you, you’d either resort to walking home or calling an Uber so that didn’t matter much.

Haruchiyo’s finger went up to his nose and he looked down seeing red thick liquid smeared against the side of his index finger. You almost stayed. You looked at him like you were considering it but that blood running from his nostril was a reminder of what he had done to himself without even thinking. You needed that reminder because if his nose hadn’t started bleeding then you probably would have stayed when you shouldn’t have.

“Fuck!” He cried out throwing his fist into the nearby wall bruising his knuckles and causing a hole in the red wall. Haruchiyo stomped back into the room that had ruined everything and began to destroy everything.

He ripped the paintings off the wall, ripped the soiled sheets off the bed, shattered the glass table, and put multiple holes into the wall from his kicking and punching all while screaming and cursing gaining the attention of the people walking past.

His hands went to his hair making a mess of his pink locks that you had brushed out in the car before you two came in. Haruchiyo breathed heavily as he looked at the now destroyed room which had taken a toll on him, his knuckles were bruised and bloody, parts of his suit were ripped from glass shards cutting into the expensive fabric and his nose was still running blood dripping it onto the expensive carpet floor and his blazer.

“Woah, what the fuck happened?” Ran’s voice asked from the hallway as he looked into the room. Haruchiyo’s head snapped back at the sound of a new voice and glared at the older man with hatred but it wasn’t directed toward him, the room, or you. It was hate directed at himself for allowing himself to do this without even thinking about what he should do or what you would want him to do.

Haruchiyo’s eyes continued to stare daggers at the multi-colored-haired man as tears continuously ran down his cheeks and wet his lengthy lashes.

“Get the fuck out.”

Since that night he hadn’t talked to you at all. No one has. Well, no one in Bonten has and he was convinced that all your friends he asked were just lying to him.

He hadn’t been to work in the week that you’d been gone, wanting to stay at home in case you came by and Mikey would be on his ass and he was but for once he didn’t give a shit about Mikey or what he said. Haruchiyo only cared about you and wanted to see you again. He had spent all of this time practicing what he would say to you so he wouldn’t piss you the fuck off even more than you were or make you end this relationship. He didn’t want it to end. It wasn’t a ‘not anytime soon’ thing, he never wanted it to end.

Haruchiyo fully intended on making you his wife and he told you this but you said that you would only agree to being his wife when he was clean and that gave him motivation. Just you gave him motivation but everything you said and did for him gave him more. It made him actually believe he could get clean but all that went down the drain with one simple look.

This wouldn’t be the first time he said he was getting clean and wasn’t but it’d be the first time he actually did get clean for a while and just spoiled it. Haruchiyo decided to get clean and stay clean after an argument you and he had when he was high. He said things he didn’t remember and when you told him, he regretted it but nothing he said made it better for you. Right then and there, he decided he didn’t want to put you through that shit ever again and that determination only increased when he remembered more of that argument and how he almost hit you.

His previous mistakes determined him too. He remembered when he cheated on you when he was high off molly and drunk and how devasted you were when you found out and how he let you down after that by getting high again when he told you that he wasn’t going to. Haruchiyo made a promise to himself that he’d get clean for you so you didn’t have to go through this with him again.

He couldn’t give less than a fuck about himself and if he destroyed his body doing this. He only cared about how he was destroying you doing this and that hurt him deeply. More than anything ever had.

Haruchiyo sat there with his head in his hands as some random K-drama played on the gigantic flat screen he had bought wondering what he should do to really prove to you that this was the last time. It was. It really was going to be the last time and he was going to do whatever it took to make sure of that but he didn’t know how to prove it to you.

You wouldn’t believe him straight off the bat after that night and every other night that was just too similar to that one and he knew that. Buying you chocolates and bears wouldn’t work. You’d love it but you wouldn’t believe him with that as he had used that tactic too many times. Haruchiyo feared that this would be the last time and not because he did it but because you left him.

You were the only person that saw the good in him and the only person that could bring out that good. The only person he actually gave a single fuck about and probably the only person to care about him and he couldn’t lose that. Not when you spent so many years with him preaching to him how you believed he could do it and stay clean and were willing to help him even after the cheating, the fighting, the yelling, the heartbreaking names he called you, the everything. 

Gosh, you were a fool. You were the prettiest girl in the world and yet you settled for him and stayed with him even after finding out what a horrible person he was and the shit he did. You stayed after he cheated. You stayed after everything. How dumb were you? You could probably have any guy you wanted, even any Bonten member and you remained in a relationship with him. You were a fucking dumbass for that but he cherished that because you were the only person to stay.

But he doubted you would want to stay after what he did.

Haruchiyo ran his fingers through his hair stressfully as he leaned back onto the couch letting out a sigh but the sound of the front door beginning to unlock made him shoot up to his feet. Was that you? It had to be, no one else had come to this door except for Ran and he didn’t have a key.

When the door slowly peeled open revealing you. Still in the dress from that night, your eyes were puffy and red, and the makeup he had watched you put on was gone and you just looked exhausted. Your exhausted eyes turned to shocked and saddened when they landed on his form.

There was silence for a minute as you stepped in and closed the door behind you, he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know if he should let you talk first or not or just not say anything at all “...I didn’t know you’d be home. Thought you were at work.” You whispered raspily looking away from Haruchiyo and at the floor as you took your purse off.

“I didn’t want to go. I…I wanted to see you when you came back.” The male said softly as he watched you look him up and down taking in his lazy attire and messy hair that had tangles and stray hairs sticking in every other direction “Did you want to see me?” Haruchiyo continued scratching the palm of his hand nervously afraid of your reply. He was afraid you’d yell at him for even thinking you’d want to see him ever again. That you’d pack your shit and leave without a word and never come back.

You didn’t stare at him hatefully, or sadly, you stared at him tiredly looking like you were just going to sigh in response “Not really.” Those words upset him but he couldn’t take that out on you because he knows that was only because of what he did wrong after he promised you that he wouldn’t.

Staring at you made Haruchiyo regret everything he did even more, you weren’t actively crying but your red eyes were a reminder that you were and probably had been crying before you came here maybe even every day after that night “I really am sorry (y/n). I am.” Haruchiyo apologized not knowing what else to say. There was no point in small talk or asking you more questions when all it’d end up in was him apologizing over and over again.

When he walked closer to you, you didn’t step back this time and just stood still which was a good sign “Then why would you? You promised me.” You asked your voice breaking as if you were going to start crying again and Haruchiyo didn’t want that. That was the thing he didn’t want the most. 

He stood there watching as tears welled over your eyes once more completely silent almost as if he was ignoring you “Tell me! You owe me that haruchiyo!” You shouted startling him and smacking him out of his thoughts. He tried his hardest to come up with something that was the truth and something that wouldn’t make you upset but he reached a dead end. There was nothing he could say to you that’d make you happy and wasn’t a lie.

“I don’t know. I…just saw it and I couldn’t hold back. It wasn’t an accident. I did it on purpose and I’m sorry.” Haruchiyo didn’t even know he could apologize like that or at all until he met you. You gave him reasons to want to apologize when one was needed. You were the first light in the darkness of his life and he didn’t want you to disappear, he didn’t want your light to go out.

So he apologized after everything he did to you and that made him regret when he did something new to hurt you and have to give a whole new apology which was eventually going to lose its meaning from how he was using them and going back on them. Not very a good idea if he was trying to keep your light burning.

He saw your light flickering on and off through your teary eyes and it scared him “Please. Just don’t leave. I need you.” Haruchiyo begged growing closer to you grabbing both of your hands and holding them as he looked at you with pure sorrow in his eyes and need, need for you.

“You lied to me. Again.” You said trying to resist the urge to start sobbing uncontrollably as you continued to stare into the green pools that belonged to your liar of a boyfriend. You knew how hard it was for Haruchiyo to stay clean and you were there for him every step of the way, even when he relapsed, even when he cheated, even when he lied over and over.

You stayed because you loved him and wanted to see him get better. The only thing that was keeping you going with him was your love for him and the idea that when he got better eventually, it’d be different. Your relationship would get better as he did and you believed that. But of course, you had to know that with these beliefs and hopes, your relationship would falter and get worse every time that pill slid down his throat or that white powder shot up his nostril. You just didn’t know it’d happen so often.

“I know baby, I know but it’s the last time I swear. Please you gotta believe me.” Haruchiyo pleaded as he dropped to his knees in front of you now looking up at you through his messy strands of pink blocking his eyes as his hold on your hands grew tighter, he didn’t want to let you go and he was sure you wanted him to.

Globs of hot tears began pouring out of his eyes and down his face and red cheeks with his gaze still on you. These weren’t alligator tears, they were real. The tears only started to become real when you came along “I fucking need you. I know I fucked up and I’m sorry but please don’t leave. I’ll do better I swear. I’ll go to fucking rehab if you want me to, anything you want just…please. I’m trying.” Haruchiyo pleaded loudly his words speeding up as if he were saying it all in one breath and it appeared he was.

He was basically hyperventilating as tears dropped on the floor and your heels. You didn’t want to give him another chance, any person with a brain wouldn’t and would just dump him but looking at him crying, begging for you to take him back just broke your heart and you’d break his even more if you didn’t give him another chance. You wanted to believe that Haruchiyo would get better even if there was a chance he’d ruin you and himself in the process.

Your hand came to his cheeks wiping the tears off his face as he sniffled, snot running down his nose like the scarlet red liquid that was doing the same days ago “Haru, I won’t leave.” You said and his eyes brightened at the statement, his arms instantly wrapped around your legs and he hugged you closer as more sobs left his throat but your hand came to his forehead and pushed his head away so you could look him in the eye again “But this needs to be the last time. Or I will leave. You hear me?” You finished pushing his hair back so you could see his full face as he looked up at you with wide and watery eyes and his pink and chapped lips parted slightly.

He was looking up at you like you were an angel. Like you were his savior and you were. You knew this too. Everyone in Bonten had told you how soft the man had gotten for you, how he was a fucking druggie before you came along and convinced him to at least try to get clean, and how since you were in his life, he seemed happier and not crazy happy when he killed someone or did something horrible. Like pleasantly happy. Always in a good mood when he came in.

Ugh and don’t even get me started on how they’d fake vomit and gag whenever you came around to the Bonten hideout or went out clubbing with them. Haruchiyo kissing all over you, following you like you were a goddess, and to him, you really were. They had never seen Haruchiyo like that, especially considering he hated smothering people but he ended up being smothering to you and he always talked about you and how awesome you were. How you made him breakfast whenever you woke up before him, laying out his suit for him, brushing his hair for him, letting him dress you up, letting him pick the colors of your makeup. Just everything you did brightened his life and he made sure everyone knew that and everyone that knew told you every single thing that he said.

You remembered all the things Kokonoi and Rindou would tell you about Haruchiyo talking about you with scowls on their faces. ‘She’s my future wife’ ‘She’s fucking amazing’ ‘The best girl ever’ ‘Sexy ass girl’ ‘My baby’ All those things he said constantly when talking about you and that made you believe he was really going to change and that it was just hard. You were giving him one last try. One last try to better himself or you’d leave. If he can’t do it with your help, he’d probably never be able to do it.

“Yes, baby I do. I promise you this is the last time, I swear.” Haruchiyo said nodding rapidly as he wiped his nose with the back of his hand. He saw the hesitation in your eyes and his brows arched down, your silence was killing him just as much as your eyes were.

The pink-haired man stood to his feet face to face with you again and looked you in your eyes “I can prove it to you. I’ll check into rehab right now, I’ll quit bonten. I’ll call Mikey right now!” He stammered loudly, the mention of giving up Bonten made your eyes widen. 

Haruchiyo could be killed if he left Bonten because of how much information he knew and he was willing to risk that just to prove to you that he’d really get clean this time. Your hands came to the sides of his face and you pressed your lips against his as tears ran down your face “Don’t do that. Just stay here with me.” You muttered breaking the kiss and staring him into his green eyes which were full of more love than sadness now and you were sure that yours were the same now.

Haruchiyo nodded more slowly now his hands coming to your waist “I can do that.” He said impatiently before leaning forward and kissing you again for rougher and sloppier than the first one was. He was deprived of your love incredibly and he couldn’t blame anyone but himself but now that he had it back, he wasn’t letting it go.

His arms wrapped around your waist holding you tightly close to his body as he continued to kiss you “M’ gonna make you feel so good pretty. Like you deserve.” Haruchiyo muttered in between kisses quite literally devouring you and not letting you get a single breath in. His hands didn’t go to your ass like they usually did when you two had heavy make-outs but they rubbed up and down your back comfortingly.

It wasn’t lust he was feeling, it was love, and touching you was the way he loved you. It didn’t have to be sexually touching, just the little things. His hand on your back, his lips pressing against you not leaving a single part of your face untouched, his finger trailing down your spine, his legs tangled in yours when you two lay in bed together, holding you close to his body. All of that was how he showed his love for you and not his lust and by the way he was just rubbing your back and not groping you, you knew this was love.

Haruchiyo’s hands lowered down to the back of your thighs before lifting you. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his torso after so many times of him lifting you up either because you didn’t want to walk or he didn’t want you to walk. Haruchiyo could be sweet when he wanted to and that was all the time. Well, the times he was sober.

“I’m sorry for making you cry, my pretty baby,” Haruchiyo whispered into your skin as he placed gentle kisses on your cheek, jawline, and neck while carrying you down the narrow hallway that led to your shared bedroom “It’s fine, it’s okay.” You said through rushed breaths as you held the back of his head while he continued littering kisses all over the sensitive flesh of your neck.

Haruchiyo let out a soft whine “S’ not though. I shouldn’t have did that to you.” The pink-haired man said softly as he walked through the open door of your bedroom and walked over to the king-sized bed that you both shared. The bed he hadn’t slept in since he got home from the club because he didn’t want to sleep in it without you filling in the coldness of your side and cuddling up to him.

He gently placed you on the sheets, the shocking coldness of the bed surprising you and making you flinch a bit. The feeling of the silk sheets moving against your skin with every movement you made and dip in the bed made you let out a sigh of pleasure “I missed this. I missed you.” You muttered opening your eyes again to peer at the man that was hovering over you seemingly waiting for you to open your eyes.

“You got no idea how much I missed you. Was sleeping on the couch staying up waiting for you.” The green-eyed man whispered with a whine escaping his throat and you smiled up at him as you kicked off your heels onto the floor and your feet were dangling off the edge of the bed “Show me how much you missed me haru.” You said bringing your hand up to touch his face and you saw tears start bubbling in his eyes once more at the small gesture of affection.

You’d really forgiven him. He wouldn’t have cared if you didn’t want to have sex but the fact that you did showed you believed him and weren’t still mad. You hadn’t given up on him.

It shouldn’t have been that surprising, after all, lights only stop emitting light when you turn it off or use it too much causing it to burn out but Haruchiyo was almost convinced you were getting ready to burn out.

As he worked on getting his pants off, you slid your legs up opening them widely, and sliding your panties off tossing them somewhere in the room. Haruchiyo turned back to you observing your form and letting his eyes trail down to between your legs as your dress bunched up at your hips.

He was the worst person ever. He had a girl willing to go through all of this for him, she was so pretty too, and yet she forgave him when she really shouldn’t have. Haruchiyo swore on everything he cared about which was only her that he’d get better. He’d be a better person and a better boyfriend so he could make up for all the time you had to suffer dealing with him and truly deserve you.

“Why do you love me? I hurt you so much.” Haruchiyo asked blinking back the tears as he placed his hands on your knees while he sat back on his knees. You were taken aback by his question and just stared up at him as you continued to lie back on the silk sheets but you sat up leaning on your elbows to look him in his wet eyes.

“Because I see you.” Haruchiyo’s lips parted slightly in surprise from your answer but he remained silent waiting for you to continue your explanation “I see past these…” You muttered reaching up and running your fingers over the scars that decorated the sides of his mouth “And I see Haruchiyo, not Sanzu…I know you can do better and I wanna give you the chance to.” The tears haruchiyo blinked back reappeared and quickly found their way to the tips of his long lashes and his cheeks.

Haruchiyo sniffled as he peered down at you “You’re the only person to believe that. Not even I do.” He said below his breath as his head lowered down to your collarbone his pink locks spilling all over your shoulder and chest. You reached your hand up and placed it on the back of his head comfortingly “I’ll make you. I know you can do it.” You said pressing a kiss to the side of his head comfortingly which made a sob escape from his throat as he was fully crying now.

Haruchiyo had cared for many people in his life, he cared for Mikey, and a split moment in his childhood, he cared for his sister and his brother but he stopped when he realized they didn’t care about him. His care for Mikey had never stopped but he wasn’t dumb. He knew Mikey didn’t care about him like he did. The only person in the world to care about him just as much as he cared about them, maybe even more, was you.

“I’ll do it for you. I’d do anything for you.” Haruchiyo muttered through his wails as he aimed himself up at you not even having to look, a small gasp escaped your lips as he pushed inside of you and you gripped some of his hair as he bottomed out letting out a groan as he did so.

Haruchiyo wasn’t lying. He’d do anything for you. He’d kill a thousand people for you and if you didn’t want him to do that, he wouldn’t. 

“I love you.” He said as he lifted his head allowing you to see his red eyes and matching red and wet face. He squeezed his eyes shut as he threw his head back starting to thrust in and out of your warm and wet cunt but his head didn’t rest there for long because you grabbed his jaw and sloppily kissed him as you dropped back down to the sheets.

As much as you hated Haruchiyo for relapsing after promising he’d do better, you still missed him. All the days and nights you spent at your friend’s house needing time to compose yourself, you missed him and wondered what he was doing hoping your runaway didn’t make him spiral deeper into his relapse and so, you came home earlier than you were planning to and earlier than your friend said. 

Your legs were basically shaking when walking up to the door in fear of what could be lying behind it; It wasn’t because you were scared that when you got home he’d yell at you because of his high, you were scared that he’d hurt himself.

It was stupid…you were more worried about him than yourself after he lied to you and broke your trust in him even after all his mistakes. But you can’t hate yourself for worrying about him because no one else was going to. The other Bonten members would simply watch as Haruchiyo killed as many people as he wanted and snorted every drug in the fucking world, all they’d tell him is to clean up his needles when he’s done if he did spiral or they’d try and call you to pick him up so the only person who cared was you so you couldn’t stop caring. Even if you wanted to.

“I love you too haru.” You said through the heated kiss your arms wrapping around Haruchiyo’s neck as he continued to thrust in and out his speed growing faster and faster with every second. He parted his lips from yours leaving you to crave more of him “I’m glad you do.” He muttered as he leaned back on his knees grabbing the back of your knees as his thrusts got rougher and sloppier with the new angle.

Tears were still streaming out of his bright green eyes which were now squeezed shut from how you were squeezing his cock “Uhn…” You moaned lightly throwing your head back against the sheets and closing your eyes letting the darkness consume you and going off only from the pleasure in your lower stomach and the sounds of your boyfriend whining in enjoyment from above you.

Haruchiyo hated this. He hated how sensitive you made him and how vulnerable he allowed himself to be around you because you accepted him with warm arms and it made it all the harder to love you knowing how horrible he’s treated you. “Ugh! Needed you so bad…” The long-haired man muttered as his fingers dug into the flesh of the back of your knees while he arched his back while hitting that spongy spot over and over not missing a beat.

Your stomach began to feel full like a balloon was in your tummy just aching, pleading to pop but it wasn’t. Just not yet.

Your fingers pulled at the back of his hair using the length of it to your advantage, his neck snapped back making his Adam’s apple pop out moving as he continued to moan probably making his vocal cords sore from how loud he was probably allowing all of your neighbors to hear him. You can’t count on both of your hands how many times you two have gotten a knock on your door complaining about the noises.

Haruchiyo tapped the side of your thigh rapidly signaling you to wrap your legs around his waist which you did as soon as he began tapping your leg “You so pretty, wanna see more.” He muttered his hands going to the end of the dress you had completely forgotten that you were wearing, it was more like a shirt now because it was bunched up at your hips exposing your entire lower half.

He slowly slid it up revealing your bare abdomen before pulling it off of you completely leaving you bare in front of you, he didn’t say anything and just stared at you his eyes windering from your eyes, your lips, your tits, your tummy and last but not least your soaking cunt that was continuously sucking him in squeezing the life out of him “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” Your face got hot at his words and you got embarrassed bringing your hands up to your face and covering it so he didn’t so the flusteredness in your eyes.

It was stupid, he was quite literally hitting your cervix right now but you didn’t want him to see how embarrassed you were at his compliments “Don’t do that. I hate that.” Haruchiyo said softly with a bit of a mean tone, he grabbed your hands, and yanked them away from your face allowing you to see the frown he had on his lips, his forehead crinkled and his brows creased while he looked down at you.

“I hate when you do that, I love to look at you.” He said intertwining his fingers with yours and pining your hands beside your head, you didn’t respond as a very rough hit to your cervix sent you screaming and arching your back into the air “Haru!” You moaned shamelessly digging your nails into the back of Haruchiyo’s hands. Your moans were like music to his ears especially because he was the reason you were making those pretty noises.

The fair-skinned man leaned down with his hips slowing their once fast pace, he started to litter kisses all over your jaw and your neck biting down lightly making small teeth marks in your skin.

His swollen lips continued their work marking up your neck and coloring it purple “I love you, baby, I love you so fucking much!” You moaned out quickly as you breathed heavily feeling that balloon grow more and more with the teasing thrusts he had, going slow and slower and then breaking his rhythm with a rough hit to your cervix slamming his hips into yours. It kept growing, bigger and bigger as if you were bloated until it popped.

You yelped as you let go cumming all over his dick digging your head back into the sheets, you were sure the sheets were dampening with your juices “I’m almost there baby, I promise. I’m almost there.” Haruchiyo muttered desperately as his thrusts continued going faster as if you cumming brought him closer to his edge.

“Uhn! Ugh!” Haruchiyo moaned out into the skin of your next as if he was the #1 watched pornstar in the world, his hips continuously snapping into yours as you continued to breathe heavily still trying to come down from your orgasm but that was pretty hard when you were still receiving pleasure but you were going to let him ride out his orgasm.

You moaned with closed eyes at the feeling of thick and warm ropes spurting into your womb that you were oh so used to, you felt so full with him inside as he came but his face remained in your neck. You felt his heavy breaths on your neck as his back raised and fell with the pattern of his breathing “I promise you I’ll get better.” He said lowly but because of his face being buried in your neck, you heard it clear as day.

“Haru-” “No.” He lifted his face from your skin and rose once more looking down at you with a softened expression “Listen to me. I promise you that I will get better and treat you like you deserve.” Haruchiyo continued his brows furrowing in determination, he wasn’t crying this time when he said it, he didn’t look sad, he looked determined. He was going to do it and he was going to make sure you absolutely knew that.

He gave a quick peck to your lips before looking you in the eye again “And then I’ll marry you.” Haruchiyo said sweetly making a smile appear on your lips. He’d said things like this all the time but you knew he meant it this time. 

You could see it in his eyes and in the way he talked to you that he meant what he said and he was going to get better. That was a promise you were looking forward to being fulfilled.

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[gatitties]

Heyyy, I was wondering if you could do Dad! Sanzu x teen! Daughter! Reader where she has an eating disorder due to not feeling any control over anything that happens in her life since Sanzu is addicted and stuff and Sanzu finding out and how he reacts and what he does to help her! Tyy

─Dad!Sanzu x teen!daughter!reader (platonic)

─Summary: your life begins to fall apart because of your father's addictions, but it's never too late to get back on track.

─Warnings: drugs, alcoholism, a little angst?

─ Your bad eating habits began just as Sanzu began with his addiction, a spiral of unfavorable events in which you found yourself dragged.

─ At first it wasn't that noticeable, since you were able to control some aspects of your life without a father present, however, it was too much pressure for a teenager.

─ You didn't have to be the one to pay attention to payroll and housing payments, to electricity, water, and food expenses, even though Sanzu brought an exaggerated amount of money, if he didn't know how to distribute it it wouldn't be of any use.

─ Not to mention that you had to take care of cleaning the house and the studies, counting on helping your father whenever he came home drunk.

─ Stress and lack of attention made you change all your life patterns, insomnia and nutritional deficiencies, you felt that you were only living so that your only family would not fade away, since despite everything you loved your father and you always tried to get him to at least leave the world of drugs, it was too late to leave crime, especially if it was his main source of income.

─ And honestly, Sanzu wouldn't have realized how emaciated you looked until some of your uncles, more specifically, the Haitani brothers, pointed it out.

─ It was a slap in the face for your father, all the drunkenness left his body when he came home and saw you awake just a couple of hours before your classes started, you were doing the homework that you had not been able to do because you were busy with other things.

─ You were scared when you felt him hug you, crying on your shoulder while he apologized between incomprehensible babbling due to his condition.

─ You consoled him with a few pats on the head, making it clear that you didn't hate him but the bad habits and environments he moved through.

─ He promised you to control himself, he promised you to take care of all those things that you shouldn't take care of at this age, he promised you to be a better father for you.

─ Although the change did not happen immediately, and the absence was still noticeable in the house, you did not have to control the money again to keep everything in order, you did not have to make the purchase on your own.

─ Sanzu began to leave notes around the house, since because of his work he couldn't always be with you, he made sure that you were well fed, if he had time before leaving, he would leave you breakfast or lunch prepared, if he couldn't, he would ask Kakucho to stop by the house to give you some food and ask you how you are doing in class.

─ He cut short his time in brothels and cut off some bad relationships to spend more quality time with you.

─ He made sure you rested properly, even forbidding you from doing tasks as simple as washing the dishes.

─ He doesn't want to see you as bad as that time again, it seemed like you didn't even think, that you were an automated robot to do essential things, the drug was not only consuming him, but also his loved ones and he didn't want to experience that again.

─ Of course, quitting an addiction is not something he can do overnight, but he would take the time he needed so that at least you could live a normal adolescence and life, away from all the shit he had at his back.

[writingsbymo-mo]

Bonten!Sanzu x reader where you just get out of a meeting. You're both going to the US for negotiations with some of Bonten's suppliers.

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"Sanzu, you are not gonna like being in the US."

"Why?"

"Just watch how many people don't wash their hands."

"....THEY DON'T FUCKING WHAT???!!!!!"

"And uh...the location we're going to for negotiations...it's uh, how do I put it...there's trash everywhere..."

"......."

"Umm...Sanzu?"

"Just...fuck...swear if anyone so as touches me, they're fucking dead!"

"We still gotta keep a low profile there. Let's just get in and get out. Kay?"

"Fiiiine...but I'm not touching anything without gloves."

"I'll get us some wipes when we get there."

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Remember how Sanzu always cleans his bike handles before he rides? Yeah...he's someone who likes to be clean soooo....yeah...he is not gonna like how gross some peeps can be 😅

[airbendertendou]

asking for 100/bonten era sanzu please

number 100 + bonten!sanzu assassin!reader

“HOW DO YOU LIKE ME NOW, DO YOU LIKE ME?”

"unfair!" your whining is cut off by the door opening. mikey doesn't even look your way before he sits at the head of the table. you blink at him before turning back to ran, "i'm the obvious choice."

"cute lil thing like you?" ran coos before pinching your cheek. you slap his hand away with a galre. "just what could you do?"

"haitani," you perk up at the voice. sanzu blinks lazily your way before grinning sarcastically. "do not touch name. for your sake."

ran tilts his head, "what's this? a hidden relationship? how sweet~"

you wind your hand back to hit him before you're stopped. sanzu latches his hands to your hips, dragging you with him to stand behind mikey. the blond blinks your way before nodding at sanzu.

"haru," you whisper. the meeting has started, but you ignore mochi's words to focus on the man beside you. his ears pinken at the name - you grin. "should've let me hit that guy. he could take it, promise!"

his fingers tighten arond your waist, "would rather you don't get in trouble."

you click your tongue, "as if mikey would get mad at me."

coal-like eyes glance up at you. they're cold ; empty, but still familiar and comforting as they look at you. "i might."

"you wouldn't dare!" you become aware of the eyes on you now, the silence around the room. you blink, "carry on. don't let us interrupt."

kokonoi narrows his eyes at you curiously, "who are you, exactly?"

"name," takeomi speaks up. he gestures to the three of you vaguely as he takes in a puff of his cigarette. "childhood friends."

"well trained assassin," you cut in. you glare his way, meting into sanzu's side even more. "don't forget that part, old man."

sanzu snorts, nosing at the top of your ear lovingly. mikey allows a thin smile onto his lips for just a second before it drops. mochi only blinks, "anyways-"

——♡—— my love for sanzu always reignites weekly

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[demiesworld]

the replacement (nsfw)

pairings: bonten!sanzu x black!fem!reader, bonten!mikey x black!fem!reader

contents: consensual adultery, reverse cowgirl, doggystyle, oral (m receiving), size!kink, submissive reader, slight masochist (reader), sadist (sanzu), spanking, degrading, big dick!sanzu idk what else to add atp

synopsis: sanzu is given the permission by his boss to "take care" of his wife while he is busy. the first impression he gets of her is that she is annoying, however he grows to find her attractive through her femininity. of course the guys tease sanzu about his interest in the boss's wife. he could care less about it, because there's nothing better than having the boss's wife cream on you.

notes: this was requested by @lovelygeniegirl1012. reader is a black female using she/her pronouns. she is described as having dreadlocks, freckled brown skin complexion, has small breasts and big butt. any similarities of this character is a coincidence. this is written in sanzu's pov. i tried to follow the plot but as i kept writing my mind just went astray.

credits to @ mmmiaa_ as the artist of the photo

Sanzu hasn't known the wife of his boss very long, but from what he observed of her mannerisms she appeared to be quite annoying. She was always floating around Manjiro, and calling his personal cell during the middle of crucial discussions and meetings. Sometimes asking him about what he would prefer for dinner or what piece of lingerie she should purchase. Just irrelevant things that do not pertain to their operation of business. To put it bluntly, Sanzu found the bimbo to be annoying. Her light fruity scent that lingers when she enters and exits a room. The cordial smiles she gives to Manjiro and his men.

How could she smile at all of them like that? Doesn't she know that they're all murderers, thieves, liars- they're criminals for god's sake!

A grunt left from Sanzu as he took a drag of his cigarette outside of the building he was at. Maybe Manjiro liked the innocence that his wife exuded, but still she shouldn't act like such an annoying little kid.

"Yo, Haruchiyo." The sound of Ran's voice calling out for him interrupts his thoughts.

He flinches upon hearing his first name uttered through Ran's lips. It was his actual name, but he didn't feel as if he was close enough with the elder Haitani brother for him to address him like that. This wasn't the first time he's done it either. "Damn it, Haitani I told you not to call me that!"

He flicked the cigarette away from him and stomped it out into ashes with the heel of his heavy boot. The pink-haired male combed his fingers through his tresses.

Ran smirks at the reaction he got out of him, sardonically replies, "Well sorry for that. I thought we were all friends Sanzu." Then he tucks his hands into his pockets, "Listen, Mikey says he needed to see you about something."

"What does he need to see me for?"

"I have no idea." Ran shrugs his shoulders, "Wouldn't tell me or anyone else. He just specifically requested that you come to see him."

Sanzu releases an exasperated sigh, and was already beginning to mull over the recent atrocities he had committed that didn't live up to Manjiro's expectations. He purposefully bumped shoulders with Ran as he walked past him to enter the building. Sanzu shuffled through the hallway to Manjiro's office quarters. He abruptly stopped when he could smell the familiar scent of citrus lingering from behind the door.

'Damn it all... why the hell is she here?'

He pushes open the double doors to the room and lo and behold there she was. Sano Y/N. Manjiro's wife. Honest to god, Sanzu couldn't figure out what was attractive about her. Sure she was damn pretty. With her round doe-like brown eyes, plump lips that she covers in a light lip gloss, and shoulder-length black hair styled into locs. Her petite body wasn't a miss either. She was shorter than Manjiro himself, yet she possessed an hourglass figure. Small perky breasts and wide hips and blessed with a round ass.

She was standing behind Manjiro's chair, giving him a shoulder massage. Her manicured nails caressing small tight circles onto his broad shoulders when Sanzu had entered the room. As always she gave Sanzu a kind-hearted smile and as usual Sanzu deflected it. She didn't appear to be hurt by it either. She just continued focusing on calming her husband.

Sanzu took a deep bow upon seeing Manjiro. "My king."

"Sanzu. I bet you're wondering what I called you in here for, huh?" Manjiro adjusts himself in his seat and takes his wife's hand in his own. He gently tugs her from behind the chair to bring her to stand next to his side.

The second-in-command looks up briefly to see the brown-skinned woman. Of course she's wearing a solid white camisole long dress. The fabric of it hugging her body in all of the right places and expressing her curves beautifully. If Sanzu squints his eyes just a bit he could see her nipples through the cloth. Thankfully, he doesn't. At least not in front of his boss. He stands up straight, shoulders back and chin held up high as if he wants to appear taller.

Manjiro's arm embraces his wife from the side, pulling her body against his and it elicits a delighted hum from the woman. His dark empty eyes looked up to the woman by his side. "Babe, I have to talk to Sanzu about something. Would you mind stepping out of the room for a minute, please?" Gently, his hand caressed her waist up and down.

She smiles down at her husband, the saccharine smile on her face never once faltering. How irritating to see. "Sure, I will be out in the lobby area waiting for you baby." Sanzu has to look away from the two when she leans down and kisses Manjiro on the lips.

He listens as her light footsteps walk past him, the citrus smell she carries with her following as she leaves the two inside of the office room. Finally, now it felt like he could breathe. Sanzu takes a seat in the vacant chair across from his boss, placing one leg on top of the other and grinning widely at Manjiro. The scars on the corners of his lips crinkling when he does so.

"You know my wife right Sanzu?"

Sanzu's face falls. He blinks over the words Manjiro had just uttered. "Uh, yeah? What about the woman? Did she get herself into some sort of trouble and needs help?" Like she's a fucking damsel in distress? Is what he wants to say.

Manjiro, for the first time shows an emotion, he chuckles at Sanzu's remark. "No she doesn't need any sort of protection at all. I wanted to ask what do you think of her?"

That must have been a trick question. To Sanzu she was a total nuisance. Floating around his king like she's fucking Tinkerbell and he's Peter Pan. The attachment she had to him was just not normal. At least in Sanzu's eyes. His perception of a normal marriage was distorted in a way. However, he needed not to say negative things about the boss's wife in front of the boss. Sanzu may be Manjiro's second-in-command, but he could easily be replaced if he ever fell out Manjiro's favor. And Sanzu will be damned if anyone takes his place. He knows that Kakucho has been waiting for the moment to come. For Sanzu's downfall. Fucking one-eyed bastard.

He folds his arms across his chest, "She's pleasant." Pleasantly fucking annoying.

"That's it? She's just pleasant?"

Sanzu swallows, a bead of sweat dribbling down the side of his face. "I don't know what you want for me to say about her, Mikey. She's your wife. I don't see her in that way."

"I never even said if you did, Sanzu."

Fuck. He clenches his teeth together, and tries to keep himself from looking scared. Then Manjiro lifts his hand up and waves it at Sanzu dismissively. "Whatever. If you can't be of any use then I guess I will have to ask one of the Haitanis or Kakucho. Maybe they-"

"Those fuckers won't be as good as me for whatever you need Mikey!" He exclaims, quickly standing to his feet and balling his fists together. He was trembling, fuck, he needed something to calm him down right now.

Manjiro looks at Sanzu up and down then smirks proudly at him. "Are you sure you'll be up for the task? You haven't even heard what I was going to say."

Sanzu maintained, "I don't care Mikey. Just let me do it."

"Hm... okay then." Manjiro leans above the desk and folds his arms on top of it. "I'm leaving in a few days for an issue that just came up in Yokohama. I told Y/N not to contact me while I'm gone, because I don't need any of those bastards in Yokohama finding out who she is. All the same, I'm still her husband and she will be having moments where she will be needing me. Since I can't physically be there to do it in person, we're going to need someone else to fill in my spot." Manjiro leans in his chair. "That's where you come in."

A perplexed expression shows on Sanzu's face. "Mikey... I don't know what you're talking about."

"You know as my number two you're not very perceptive with things." Manjiro lets out a sigh and he stands to his full height, hands tucked into his pockets while he walks away from the desk over to the window. He gazes through the pristine clear glass before turning his head to Sanzu and uttering the words that runs the taller male's blood cold. "I'm giving you permission to fuck my wife."

Those words that Manjiro had said to him just a few days ago were haunting to him. He just gave Sanzu an opportunity to have sex with his wife. His wife. Sanzu knew Manjiro since they were children and he was never keen on sharing what belonged to him. The possessiveness grew as he got older and lost everyone close to him. Shinichiro, Baji, Emma, and then Izana.

Something must have changed for him to be doing this. In Sanzu's deranged mind he presumed it had to do with his new wife. Lately things were changing since Y/N and Manjiro gotten married. Not just in the syndicate, but with Manjiro's demeanor as well. He appeared to be more lenient when it came to disciplining the higher ups of Bonten. Sanzu recalls a huge fuck up that Takeomi made, one that could have resulted in Manjiro killing off his estranged older brother. Yet the total opposite happened. His boss, his king, simply ignored the mistake and just gave Takeomi a slap on the wrist. He didn't even punish him through methods of torture or personally beat him to a pulp.

Yes, it had something to do with the wife. There was just no way that his king could go from being a cold-hearted man who felt nothing to someone who would just look the other way from a huge mistake.

Speaking of the wife, Sanzu was tasked with accompanying the brown-skinned beauty to the shopping mall. A dumb task that he had to power through with a feigned smile on his face. The slender male stood awkwardly in the lingerie boutique waiting outside of the dressing room for Y/N to come out of.

He taps his foot on the ground, and impatiently looks at his wristwatch. Sanzu hisses, "She's been in there for damn near 10 minutes. Does it take that fucking long to pick just one fucking item?"

The door to the dressing room creaks open, but just enough space for someone to peer their eye into. Sanzu turns his head to the sound of the door then walks up to it. At least he was polite enough to knock on the door before he said, "Are you done in there already? I can't be dawdling around."

Y/N poked her head out and smiles at Sanzu. "I actually need your opinion for the piece I want to buy."

What the hell? Why does my opinion matter? He opens his mouth to say something, but a dainty hand pulls him into the dressing room and shuts the door behind him. Sanzu sputters, "What the f-"

"Ssh!" She shushes him with a finger pressed to his lips. "We can't get caught in here together or else they'll kick us out." The brown-skinned beauty takes a step back and it was at that moment Sanzu could finally see what she was wearing.

He sweats.

Damn it, if she looked virginal in those solid color dresses she liked to wear; then right now she looked absolutely sinful. Previous times he tried not to pay close attention to her body for the fear of being noticed by someone then called out for it. However, now they were alone, inside of a 2 by 2 dressing room, with nothing separating them. The pastel blue floral lace two piece she wore contrasted well with her skin tone. Her small breasts lifted up by the bra exposing her cleavage. The round hips of her ass swallowing the seemingly too-tight thong.

She timidly clutches her hands behind her back, causing her chest to push forward, and then lowers her gaze to Sanzu's feet. Her soft voice, her oh-so-gentle tone, asks in a tremulous way, "Do you... do you like it Haruchiyo?"

Sanzu stands there with a blank expression on his face. He doesn't know what this girl deal is with him, but he doesn't want to get into any trouble with her involved. Especially out in public. While he may be tasked with the permission of sleeping with the wife, Sanzu does have dignity and the last thing he needs is to be listened into while he's with her.

Not to mention she said his name. She didn't call him Sanzu like how Manjiro and the others would refer to him as. Sanzu and her weren't close enough to be calling one another by their first name.

He inhales sharply and takes a few steps forward. Y/N takes steps backward but is stopped when her back is pressed against the wall and she's between that and Sanzu's rigid figure. He reaches behind her the sound of rustling emanating in the room. The girl closes her eyes, expecting for him to take her there, unfortunately that never comes. Sanzu grabs her evening clothes in one hand and shoves them into her chest.

"Put your clothes on. We can't be wasting time like this."

Deep down inside, Sanzu hoped those words didn't come out as harsh. He didn't need to see the wife of his king crying because he hurt her feelings. He was the first to leave the dressing room and went out into the center of the store trying to occupy himself by feeling the fabrics of a thong set.

A soft voice clearing their throat was what he heard and he peered over his shoulder to see Y/N standing there holding apparel that she wanted to buy. Sanzu nudged his head in the direction of the registers leading her to a cashier to purchase the items. He took out the credit card Manjiro lent him to use for purposes like this.

"Would you like to sign up for our rewards program? We offer 10% to 20% off on in-store purchases only. You can use this reward today if the items are eligible." Asked the young cashier lady.

He clenched his teeth, believing that the woman must have thought that he and Y/N were a couple. Ugh. "Yes!" a chirpy voice cries out and there comes the smell of citrus again. She had moved to stand beside him no longer behind him. "We would love to sign up for the rewards program."

"We?" Sanzu blurted out.

She just smiled up at him, "Yes we, babe, don't you want to save some money?" Her round brown eyes look at the cashier. "You can enter his phone number," and she began telling the cashier (luckily) his work phone. Not his personal.

After the items were purchased with the discount of 20% on one lingerie set, the two left the mall and were inside of Sanzu's Lexus driving to Manjiro's mansion. His thoughts were wrapped around when she called him "babe" at the lingerie boutique. The word bothered him. He knew she was playing with him, but still that word was like an itch he couldn't scratch.

Damn it she was weird.

They arrived at the house, driving the car into the parking garage and then getting out of the car. Like a gentleman, Sanzu carried her bags into the spacious living area for her. "Where do you want me to put these at?" He asked her.

Y/N held out her hands, "Nowhere, I'll take them with me upstairs. You're welcome to leave now... if you want to Haruchiyo." There she goes again saying his name like that. What the fuck?

"Alright then if that's all you needed from me. I'll be heading back to the headquarters." He handed over the shopping bags to her; their hands grazing each other like so. "If you need me just call me or something."

He makes his way towards the door, reaching into the inside of his blazer for his phone. He doesn't look back when he re-enters the parking garage. Sanzu has had enough for the day. He pulls out from the parking garage driving to the Bonten headquarters in silence.

He adjusts himself in his seat the obvious erection in his pants straining.

Fuck he's gonna need a drink.

"...So the boss has basically been having you play house with his wife or something?" Ran asked Sanzu while they were interrogating a group of narcs.

They were in an abandoned building doing their usual method of "good cop, bad cop" or in their case "good murderer, bad murderer" with some narcs they discovered infiltrating Bonten. The four hostages were seated in chairs arranged into a circle. Around their quivering bodies were rope to hold them together tight like packed sardines. Each person's eyes were covered by a blindfold so they couldn't see their captor's faces.

One of the narcs started screaming like a maniac. So pathetic. He had snot coming out of his nose, drool falling out of his mouth, and if Sanzu was right he smelt like he just defecated in his pants.

The pink-haired male cocks his gun in his hand holding it up against the screaming narc's forehead. He casually replied to Ran, "We're not playing house. I'm just watching over her while Mikey is gone."

"Yeah, but Mikey's been gone for a week now. He hasn't even told us if he's going to be back yet. Don't you think that's out of character for him? You're the one who's closest to Mikey, Sanzu."

Bang!

The gun goes off and the rest of the informants are screaming out for help or for them to stop.

"Shut the fuck up," Sanzu couldn't tell whether it was directed to the man he just killed or to Ran. Either way he needed for there to be silence. "Let's just wrap shit up here Haitani. You don't need to ask me anymore questions about Mikey or his wife."

Ran glances suspiciously at his comrade before breaking out into a wide grin. "Fine then. Let's wrap it up."

He took a step back and reaches into his pocket pulling out a box of matches. They had drenched the narcs bodies in gasoline for this exact moment. Ran takes out a stick and ignites it then tosses the match box to Sanzu. He catches it with one hand then ignites a light. Together they toss their lit sticks onto the hostages and set them ablaze. Burning alive.

They leave the abandoned building heading to the parking lot to their respective vehicles. Sanzu stretches his arms, yawning, "God one of those fuckers smelled like shit. Did you smell it?"

Ran was going to tease Sanzu by saying it was him smelling himself, but said man's phone started ringing. They both shared a confused look as Sanzu reached into the interior of his blazer for his phone. The screen showed Y/N's name dialing him. Ran, once again, looked at Sanzu suspiciously causing the man to grunt in annoyance.

He presses the end call button promptly. The phone rings again with her name calling. Sanzu just can't escape her. He rudely answers the call spitting out a frustrated, "What do you want?"

"Haruchiyo, I'm- I need your help please." Her timid voice whispers through the phone.

Sanzu furrows his brows, "What's going on? Are you okay? Do I need to bring Ran-"

She squeals and lets out a sigh, "No, no, no don't bring him or anyone please. I just need- I just need you. Please Haruchiyo will you c-come? F-For me?" Her voice sounded velvety and sweet.

Ran mouths the words, "Is she okay?" to which Sanzu ignores him and waves his hand dismissively. He responds to Y/N. "I'll be there in 30 minutes, do you think you'll be okay until I get there?"

She hums thoughtfully, and then sighs, "I-I think so... please hurry Haruchiyo. I don't think I can hold it for much longer."

The eldest Haitani attempts to listen in on the conversation but Sanzu distances himself away from the nosy bastard. He quickly ends the call with Y/N mentally reminding himself that he should apologize for the abrupt ending of the call.

Ran snorts then teases him, "So, now are you going to go tend to the boss's wife?"

"You shut the fuck up Haitani. Mind your fucking business." He gets defensive, ultimately making himself look suspicious by doing that. If Ran was acting like this just to get under his skin, well sad to say it was working, but Sanzu wasn't going to let him have the last laugh. "I'm leaving. Don't wait up for me at headquarters."

He strides away from Ran going towards his vehicle and entering inside. Sanzu doesn't take another look back at Ran in his rearview mirror as he haphazardly drives out of the parking lot and in the direction of Manjiro's mansion. He doesn't know what was Y/N's deal over the phone, but something just didn't feel right. The way she was speaking to him sounded like she was out of breath. A hunch he had was she could have been dabbling in some drugs. Which to Sanzu seemed like it was far out of her character. But then again, even the prettiest of angels have the worst of demons inside of them.

The ride there seemed to take forever with how the traffic in the city was like. Instead of being at the mansion within the 30 minutes, like he said he would, Sanzu made it there beyond that. Hopefully whatever problem she was dealing with could be easy to fix.

Sanzu opens the door to the house from inside the parking garage and he enters the house. He takes in that the lights are turned off in the kitchen, the lights are off in the living area, and the only source of glow was coming from the upstairs master bedroom. He could hear faint slow rhythmic music playing as well. The man stands at the end of the staircase; one hand holding the railing as he looks at the top.

'Let's just get this over with' he thinks before he climbs up the steps heading to what he assumed could be a trap.

And it was.

The heavenly smell of citrus and vanilla intoxicates his nose when he pushes open the double doors to his boss's and wife's bedroom. His eyes scan sight for the freckled face brown skinned beauty, but she's nowhere in sight. He could still hear the soft music playing in the background.

Sanzu closes the door behind him, sealing his fate by just doing that. "Y/N, I'm here, now where are you?" He called out.

Their bedroom suite was enormous. At the center of the room was their california king sized bed. Cream bed sheets and a thick cream comforter on top. An upholstered cream chaise beside the window that overlooked their garden. To his left there was a door that led into their bathroom, to his right were two doors. One of them Sanzu knew was their shared walk-in closet, but the other he hadn't ventured into before. Yet the door to the unfamiliar one was slightly creaked open.

Maybe she was in there.

Sanzu takes his phone out of his blazer and turns it completely off. He doesn't think he needs to be bothered while he's with her. He walks towards the door and twists the door knob pushing it open. His sky blue eyes survey his surroundings. The room had pastel pink walls lined with white crown molding and baseboards. The stone gray wooden floor was entirely covered in a white faux fur rug. At the center of the room was a round pink tufted ottoman placed below a multi-diamond cut beaded chandelier surrounded by square ceiling mirrors.

To his right, there she was. Prettily seated on a chair and applying her makeup to her already flawless face. Her dreadlocks styled into a half-up and half-down. Her brown eyes made contact with his in the mirror on her vanity. She gave him that usual kind smile then rubbed her lips together after smoothening lip gloss over them.

"I'm so glad that you made it Haruchiyo," She says as she turns in her chair. She's wearing a white silk robe covering whatever else she had on underneath.

"Yeah... why did you call me all of a sudden? You pulled me out of a job just so you're aware."

She just rubbed her arm and pursed her lips while avoiding eye contact with him. "I'm sorry if I upset you Haruchiyo, I just needed you here with me."

Sanzu grits his teeth, "You had me drive almost an hour from where I was, mind you I was busy doing something, and you're just going to sit here and say 'sorry' like I'm supposed to forgive you?"

Fuck maybe she was as stupid as she looked. Sanzu wanted to laugh in her face at the pitiful expression she made. He was not going to be remorseful over what he said to her.

He was in for a surprise when she stood up from her chair and fiddled with the strings on her robe. In a soft tone she began, "You know... Manjiro wouldn't like it whenever I would call him out of the blue and pull him out of a meeting. So, when he would come home he would punish me for it in this room because the walls are soundproof and no one would hear me scream." She unties the robe, letting slide down her petite shoulders and on the floor. She's wearing that same lingerie piece she wore at the shopping mall just days ago. The one that had Sanzu internally fighting with himself not to mount her like a dog. Y/N lifts her head to look up at him. The differences in their heights distinguishable. "I overheard your conversation with my husband about the permission he gave you and I know that you don't like me very much-"

"It's not that I don't like you. You're reading too much into it." Sanzu interrupted. Her eyes widen in surprise. "I think you're stupid. You're a nuisance to me. You're always floating around Mikey like he's a light and you're a fucking moth. You walk around smelling like fucking oranges and it's irritating. You smile at me and you keep calling me by my first name. You know I don't like that so why don't you get that?" By time he's finished his tirade his hands are balled to his fists, and it's not like he wants to hit her, no never. He just wants to get rid of this itch that she's causing.

She smiles, the woman fucking smiles like an angel at him. What the fuck? Does she not have a brain? You don't just smile at someone after they've insulted you, degraded you, and compared you to a bug!

"I think Manjiro was right... to be his number two you are certainly not very perceptive Haruchiyo." Sanzu eyes watched her with a pierced, narrowed glare. She presses her manicured fingers on his chest guiding him to the ottoman and having him sit down on it. She spreads his legs apart with little resistance and kneels in between them. "Have you figured it out yet? Why I want you here?" Her voice comes out in a sigh.

Sanzu's mind recalls the words Manjiro said, "I'm giving you permission to fuck my wife."

She chided, "He gave you permission to fuck me."

'Fuck, fuck, fuck, damn it all.' Sanzu screamed in his head, the corner of his lips twitching to a smile. "You're right. He did." He unbuckles his belt and pulls down his zipper in front of her. "You're a fucking nuisance you know that? Always running around like you're some kind of angel. I know what you really are. You're just a cock slut." He agitatedly shoves his pants to his ankles freeing his erection from its confinements. The brisk air coming in contact to his warm rigid length caused him to hiss. "Fuck! Get over here and suck me off will you?"

Like the obedient girl she was, she doesn't keep him waiting any longer. With her dainty hand she wrapped it around his shaft and scooted herself forward closer to it. A soft sigh pushes through those full lips that Sanzu was Her glossy lips parted, tongue sticking out and lapping at the head of his cock, bathing it in her spit. Sanzu groans when her warm mouth envelopes his tip before awarding it gentle suckles. The saltiness of his precum trickling onto her tongue as a consequence. Her hand twists on his cock, stroking it up and down in fluid motions.

He tilts his head back and inhales sharply through his nose when she lowers her mouth further on his cock. Her tongue flattening against the underside of him and cheeks hollowing. Damn was his king a lucky man. He had such a pretty and submissive wife. One that was eager to please whoever she was told to.

"Ahh... That's right just keep your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock... Fuck the way you're sucking me right now feels so fucking good you stupid tramp."

Her cheeks warmed when he insulted her like that and she could feel her core weeping for some attention. Y/N's vacant hand slid down to her pussy, pulling her panties to the side to expose her soaked mound. Her fingertips leisurely stroking the hood of her clit up and down, and then descended more to her entrance. Unbeknownst to Sanzu, the brown-skinned woman had prepared herself earlier for this. On the previous phone call she shared with him, she had been intentionally masturbating while pleading for him to come here. Her pussy was stuffed with a hot pink silicone dildo she was playing with earlier.

She takes a hold of the end of it pulling it half-way out then thrusting it upwards right into her cervix. Her toes curl as she lets out a squeal and bobs her head on Sanzu's cock while keeping the steady rhythm of the dildo. She presses the tip of the toy against her sweet spot once more eliciting a sound; a shaky whimper. Her juices soaking the toy and folds blossoming when she kept prodding her cervix. The lewd squelching sounds her pussy was making could be heard.

Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.

Y/N's eyes roll into the back of her head and her knees buckle when twists the toy out just to shove it back in. Her moans are muffled by Sanzu's cock in her mouth to which she swallows him down till the head is at the back of her throat. Sanzu looked down at her with dazed eyes fixated on her lips sucking him off. He raised an eyebrow when he saw her hand moving in between her legs.

"Hey," he muttered, "What are you doing down there huh?" Sanzu sat up and pushed her head away from his cock. As much as he hated for her to stop his curiosity got the best of him. He slid off of the ottoman, pushed her down on her back and spread her legs just to see her hand covering the pink dildo she was pleasuring herself with. He grinned wickedly, "Eh what the fuck is this?" He drawls out, sounding like a drunken man. "You were playing with your pussy while you were sucking me off? You fucking slut, how long did you have this in you?"

She gasps as she slides the toy back and forth, rocking her hips when it pressed deeper inside. "S-Since before I called you... Haruchiyo..." she whines pathetically. If anything Sanzu would have thought she was ashamed for it, but he knew she wasn't.

Wait. She just said she was using that thing to fuck herself... before she begged for him to come here.

Something snapped inside of Sanzu and he couldn't describe what it was. All that he knew was he needed to see her cry. Fuck, he wanted to hear what delicious screams she could make. He needed to see fat globs of tears coming out of those pretty brown eyes and rolling down her freckled cheeks while he fucked the shit out of her. He wanted for her precious pussy to be creaming on his cock.

He barked out the command, "Get on your hands and knees and get back to sucking my dick."

She flinched at his harsh tone, though she listened and did as she was told. Good girl. Sanzu sat on his knees; his heavy cock tilting between his thighs. As soon as her mouth had his dick down her throat he hovered over her and spread her ass cheeks apart.

"Fuck," he snarls, "Look at this ass." He slaps her round ass, his eyes marveling at how it recoiled. She moaned from the contact and jutted her ass out, wordlessly encouraging him to do it again. Sanzu did smacked it again, and then roughly grabbed both palms full of it, spreading her globes apart. He spat a glob of spit on to her puckered hole and stared in awe as it dribbled from that to her stuffed pussy. "Fuck. Fuck I can't wait to destroy your pussy and ass. Move your hand off that toy. I wanna play with you."

Y/N hesitantly moved her hand away from it. She knew that if she didn't obey Sanzu's demands he could really put her through hell. But that's the thing. She wanted to be put through it. She needed to feel that cruelty that she knew only Sanzu could offer. Yes when she has sex with her husband, Manjiro, that he would be rough with her. Although Manjiro's ways were always predictable. He fucked like a rehearsed script. On the other hand with Sanzu, a man who she didn't know how he performed sexually, it was unpredictable.

And she liked it.

She tried focused her attention on servicing Sanzu's slick coated dick with her mouth. Flicking her tongue at the head of his bulbous cock, prodding the tip of her wet appendage onto it, and then slurping him back into her mouth. However, her concentration broke when the male took out the dildo fully. For the first time that evening she was empty. Nothing was keeping her full and she began to wail.

Her mouth pulls away from his dick, and she gasps, "H-Haruchiyo, please p-put it back, put it back in! I need to feel something! Ah!" She yelps at the end of her begging when he smacks her on the ass cheek; putting a silence to that.

"You shut the fuck up. I don't want to hear your mouth saying a word unless it's telling me how good I'm fucking you. You hear me?" His crystal blue eyes glared down at her expecting for her to respond. When she just stared at him dazedly, the male slaps her ass cheek again bringing her to squeal. "I said do you hear me?"

The petite brown-skinned girl hastily nodded her head and took a hold of his cock muffling her cries with it. She shut her eyes when she felt the tip of the toy gliding across her folds. Then it rubbed on her clit in circular motions. After that the tip was inserted into her pussy and her walls clenched around it. Y/N lurched forward and lowered her head on his dick when Sanzu pushed the toy deep inside till it touched her cervix.

Sanzu laughs maniacally when the girl cried around his cock, and her hands gripped his thighs tightly. He slid the toy out then heartlessly pushed it back in. "That's it, that's right, keep sucking my dick you slut. Suck it while I fuck you with this dildo." He spits on her mound and listens to the wet sounds her pussy was making. "Damn do you hear that? Your pussy is fucking crying right now. She's begging for a cock to get in her ain't she?"

She gargled an incoherent reply to his question. She should feel embarrassed to be insulted like this. The way Sanzu was treating her like she was nothing. It made her even more excited for what was to come later.

"Hm! Mmmh! Hm!" She moans each time he thrusted the toy back and forth from her core. Her toes curled and she dug her nails into his thighs. Y/N relaxed her jaw around his dick and whines when she feels her walls clenching. She was getting close.

Sanzu notices her getting lazy and he pulls the toy out with a lewd "squelch" his narrowed eyes examining the dildo that was covered in her slick. He whispered, "Fuck would you look at that? Just covered in it. I knew you were going to cum too."

She felt robbed. She felt defeated. She felt delighted. Manjiro wouldn't deprive her of an orgasm, but Sanzu did, and that's is what makes this fun. Her dreadlocks are tugged on to force her head up from his dick and look up at him. She panted sticking out her tongue and her doe-like eyes unfocused. "Haruchiyo, please can you fuck me now? I've been a good girl haven't I?" She kisses the side of his cock and drags her tongue along the veins. "I've been, such, a good girl." She was kissing it in between her slurred words.

He scowled at her, nostrils flaring, and disagreed, "No you haven't. Bad girls don't get rewarded for being stupid bimbos like you."

"But I will be a good girl for you Haru. I promise," she whines, her hands pawing at his shirt and she sits upright on her knees. "I promise," her lips kiss on his jawline, her tongue sticking out to taste the light salty sweat on his pale skin.

Sanzu had an idea that came into his mind. He spat, "Fine! Only because I don't want to give myself blue balls." He unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off discarding it to the side. He pushes the ottoman out of the center of the way and grabs Y/N by her waist pulling her forward to him. He positions her body to where she's got her back facing him and he's laying down on the white faux fur rug. "You want my dick inside of you so badly? Put it in yourself, I'm not going to fuck you like how you want me to."

He knew what would happen if she were to ride him like this. Without his support she would tire herself out easily and would be begging for him to fuck her. He couldn't help but smirk when she didn't seem to think over what would happen, instead she grabbed the base of his cock and slid her pussy down on him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. She was so damn tight. Her pussy sounded lose from the dildo she was using, but with all that preparation, it didn't matter. Because she was gripping him like she was afraid to let him go. Sanzu releases a throaty groan when he's buried completely inside of her. His cock was definitely poking through her cervix and if she started moving-

"Shit!" He cried out when she lifted her hips and slammed herself down on him. His hands flew to her small waist squeezing it tightly to prevent himself from fucking up into her. "Ah fuck! Fuck!"

She rocked her hips side to side and lets out a soft coo, "Ah Haru~ Let me show you that I can be a good girl." She places her hands on the floor in front of her using that as leverage to fuck herself on his length.

Sanzu groans at the way his cock was appearing and disappearing into her heat. The way her folds fluttered around his cock sent a chill down his spine. Damn. Her pussy was coating his dick in her cream by the time she was speeding up and getting wild with it. The sounds of their skin slapping echoed within the four walls of the room.

"The way your cock feels inside of me Haru.. oh my god! I think I'm gonna cum! Your dick it's so big!"

His head tilts back when she slows down, eyes almost closing and he gets to feel her mushy walls stroking him. "F-Fuuuck..." he croaks out, jaw going slack. He could feel his face warming up. The blue-eyed man rubs his hands up and down on her waist. "You fucking like that huh? You like riding dick don't you?"

She nods her head earnestly, "Mhm! I like riding fat c-cocks like yours! Oh f-fuck!"

He sits up from the floor, his chest pressing against her back and he whispers into her ear. "You like riding cock you little cock slut? Look at you fucking yourself on my dick right now.. fuck... using me like I'm a damn toy." His hand slithers to her clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

A loud penetrating squeal left her lips when he played with it. She felt her body tense and an intense feeling crash through her body. The brown skinned girl's petite figure froze while impaled on Sanzu's dick for her to squirt out onto his hand. "Haru! Haru! Aah!"

Sanzu cackles when he feels her essence shower his thighs and most importantly his cock. He continues to rub on her clit stimulating her sensitive bud to encourage her to cum for him again. "We're not done yet slut, I still didn't get to cum." She then feels a hard slap on her ass cheek and the man growling, "Get back to riding my dick."

"Y-Yes Haru!" She gasped, before sliding Sanzu's cock out of her pussy then penetrating herself again with it. The brown-skinned girl arches her back and lets out a loud moan, "Fuck! I wanna ride your cock all day H-Haru! Oh my god!" She repeats the motions, whimpering when his tip abuses her cervix mercilessly. Her ass cheeks clapping on his thighs and recoiling like jello. She whines, "Feels so fucking good! Haruuuu~ ..So good! O-oh! Fuck!"

The ivory-skinned male took one glance at his dick and saw that a thick white ring had coated the base of it. The lewd sight of it in addition to the wet noises her pussy was making almost brought him to an orgasm. Had he not willed himself to hold back from doing it.

He starts to move his hips up when she lowers herself down on his dick. The combined motions from his strokes and her sinking down was damn near summoning another orgasm out of her. She was becoming overly stimulated with it. Her mind was turning into mush, her head becoming dizzy just from fucking herself on Sanzu's cock. The brown-skinned girl's thighs were gradually getting sore.

Just as Sanzu had predicted she was getting tired. Her pace slowing down and pussy clenching tight on his shaft. She stops altogether then laments to him about it, "Haru~ I can't go on. Pl-please fuck me, please!"

"Why the fuck not? What? Is your legs tired or something?" She nodded her head and hummed in agreement to him. Sanzu lets out a snort before he murmurs, "Lazy bitch," He pushes her off of his cock then grabs her by her wrists and bends her over the vanity mirror. He swats off the makeup she had been using onto the floor as he stands behind her. "All of that talk saying that you would be a good girl, begging me to stick my dick inside of you, and now you're giving up because you can't handle it?" Sanzu holds the base of his dick while sliding right back inside of her heat sheathing his dick in fully. He pulls her head by her hair, forcing her to look into the mirror with her brown eyes dazed. "Look at me while I fuck you."

He started pounding his hips forward into her pussy causing her to scream from how ruthless he fucked. She scrambles her hands onto the vanity mirror's surface, holding onto the sides of the mirror itself to steady her on her feet. She drips more of her cream on his shaft and to the floor in between her spread legs. Her eyes squeezed shut and it resulted in a hard spank on the ass from Sanzu.

"Don't close your fucking eyes, open them," when she didn't listen, Sanzu roughly snatches her chin and leans down to her face. He growls, "I said fucking open them." The wife of the boss sobs pathetically but opens her eyes and watches the right-hand man to her husband fuck into her pussy in the mirror. "That's right, fuck, take my fucking dick. Watch me ruin this fucking pussy, you dumb slut."

She had tears running down her pretty face and black wet trails of mascara underneath her eyes. Her lip gloss was no longer glossy because it had been rubbed off. She looked to be a disheveled mess. The wife purrs, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she thrusts her pussy back to his cock, her eyes rolling to the back of head. "...wanna be a good girl, 'm a good girl,"

Sanzu places both of his hands on either of her shoulders and jackhammered right into her sweet spot. He groans when he feels her tighten around his cock again then without warning squirts on his pelvis. He jerks by the abrupt force, and exclaims, "Oh fuck! Fuck, you just creamed on my dick again!"

She collapses on the surface of the vanity, her body going limp as Sanzu was assaulting her pussy to his liking. His breathing was becoming labored and erratic along with his thrusts turning into sloppy strokes. He had been holding onto his orgasm for a time since he was focused on turning his boss's beautiful wife into a dumbed out cock sleeve. It was successful since now the woman wasn't even speaking.

"'M gonna cum, gonna cum right into your pussy, shit," He tells her in a raspy voice.

His hips stop moving and remain still against the curve of her round ass. He lets out a low guttural sound when he spurts out his cum deep within the walls of her pussy. Sanzu rocks his hips back and forth to ensure that she's full to the brim with his cum. Then pulls his dick out once it softens. "Damn," he pants right after he witnesses a glob of his semen and her juices stream out from her puffy, wilting folds and on the carpeted floor. His thumb spreads her fold to the side, allowing for more of their mixture to fall out of her pussy.

Sanzu grins as he felt like a winner for turning the obedient, seemingly virtuous wife of his boss to a wearied out slut. His dark eyes admire the limp body in front of him. Then an idea pops into his deranged mind.

He turns to his discarded blazer and pulls out his phone. Without asking for her consent, not that he needed to anyways, Sanzu took a photo of Y/N from behind. The camera's lens zoomed in particularly on her ravaged cunt.

He assumed that by the time Manjiro returns that this thing between him and Y/N would be over. After all his king had said that he only gave him permission to fuck his wife while he was out of commission and he fulfilled his part. So why not have a picture of her fucked out petite body as a souvenir?

notes: so sorry that this took me a while to finish. i have been quite busy and distracted i will admit. my original plot was to have the reader basically say mikey's name while sanzu was fucking the everlasting shit out of her, but then i re-thought about it and got rid of that idea. i just hope i kept to the script that was in my head. anyways, im happy to finally have this one out of my drafts. remember to leave a comment telling me what you think!

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[staystraykay]

Stay tuned guys because the Tokyo Revengers Dad Series is coming back!

[animexts]

"You better die after me"

Characters: Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani and Sanzu Haruchiyo.

MASTERLIST | Open Requests!

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Ran Haitani

"You better die after me" Ran says suddenly, watching Y/n make their lunch.

"What are you talking about silly?" Y/n says laughing.

"I know I'm kind of stupid sometimes-"

"Sometimes?" Y/n interrupts Ran, causing him to snort, and pull her onto her lap.

"I need you to know I mean it when I say I'm not going to live a life without you in it." Ran says kissing Y/n's cheek.

"Rindou wouldn't like to hear that."

"Oh come on, you know he likes you more than me." Ran says making Y/n laugh.

He watches her smile with hearts in her eyes.

"Please let me die first."

"Alright, stop saying those things Ran!

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Rindou Haitani

"Woman!" Rindou says entering their shared room.

"What was Haitani Two?" Y/n responds without looking at her husband, still making the bed.

"You better-" He stopped as soon as he understood what she had said. "What did you call me?"

"Haitani two" Y/n says smiling innocently at husband.

"For the sake of our marriage, I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that."

"Right, and why did you look so angry?"

"Oh right...You better die after me!"

"Than you -" Rindou interrupts his wife holding her face and kissing her nose.

"I couldn't bear to see you go, so obey my order, and don't die before me!" Before his wife can answer, Rindou kisses her mouth.

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Sanzu Haruchiyo

"Where is your lady, Sanzu?" Ran asks teasing Sanzu.

Yes, he knows that the best way to tease this maniac is by talking about his lady.

"She's home, safe at home." Sanzu responds without looking at Ran.

"How are you so sure she's safe?" Rindou says, making Sanzu look at him.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Sanzu gets up, facing Rindou.

"Calm down Sanzu, they're just being idiots." Kakucho says rolling his eyes.

The Haitani brothers laugh and go back to talking normally, but Sanzu can't stop thinking about what Rindou said.

He steps away from the group and, with trembling hands, dials his number, which he has memorized.

"Come on, fuck, pick up, please." he says as he hears it call three times.

"Hi love"

Sanzu closes his eyes relieved to hear his girlfriend's voice.

"Damn it, for the good of society You better die after me."

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[prncessrindou]

you’re all i need. ♱ // repost from wakashawty

♱ CONTENT WARNING . . fem!reader, bonten timeline, smut, unprotected sex, backshots, creampie, shower sex, oral ( m receiving ), marijuana use, use of pet names.

♱ PAIRING . . ran x reader, rindou x reader and sanzu x reader ( separately )

RAN HAITANI. ♱

your pouty lips wobbled as ran’s hips slammed into your ass cheeks. his palm pressing against your spine as you arched your back so perfectly for him. he can’t help but to slow his strokes, lean down and kiss your spine. “so pretty.. fuck.” he mumbles between kisses.

your fist squeeze the sheets for dear life as his cock slowly drags against your spongy walls, your pussy clenching around him so tightly. “ran, you’re s’deep..” you whimpered into the mattress, you swear you can feel him in your throat.

suddenly ran grabs a fistful of your hair, raising you up against his tatted chest and kisses your jaw and neck while he’s giving you the deadliest slowest strokes. “mmph— ran, m’gonna cum! m’cummin!” you sobbed, falling apart completely against him.

it’s not regularly that ran gets to see you like this.. working for the largest organization in the country isn’t for the weak. he’s rarely home and when he is, you’re melting in his hands exactly like you are now. he really needed this, needed you.

“hm, yeah? that’s it..” ran coos, smashing his lips against yours like a sudden wave, “cum on what’s yours, baby.”

RINDOU HAITANI. ♱

you’re a mess, completely spent as rindou has you pinned up against the marble wall of your shared shower. “rinnn— mmh, fuck!” you moaned, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck as his strong arms hold your legs up.

squelching sounds along with the water drops from the shower are heard throughout the bathroom. rindou’s fat cock slides in and out of your sloppy wet pussy as luke warm water hits both of your bodies. your still so sensitive from your previous orgasms, but he just keeps going.. “shiiit— pretty.” rindou grunts in your ear, “yer’ fuckin’ pussy was made for me!” he says as his dick twitches, spraying his warm seed inside of your walls once more.

naked and wet.. fuck, you’re so beautiful like this and it’s all for him. he’d rather come home to see you like this every night because he knows he can bury his sins in you and you’ll accept them wholeheartedly.

you’re an angel sent from above just for him.

HARUCHIYO SANZU. ♱

“haru..” you whisper, stroking his hard length with your hands and giving his blushing tip subtle licks.

sanzu inhaled the smoke of his blunt.. looking at you with half lidded eyes as he lays back on your shared bed, watching your mouth get to work. he blows the smoke through his nostrils, “pretty ass lips, shit..” he mutters, putting the blunt back up against his lips.

your lips curled up into a smile before spitting on his dick and taking him whole. your head goes up and down while you massages his balls. sanzu puts his hand above your head, guiding you. “fuck, that’s it.. you’re taking me so well, babygirl.” he praises, throwing his head back against the headboard.

you released his cock with a pop, spit falling from your mouth and onto his cock, stroking it; giving off squelching sounds. you begin teasing the slit on his tip, you know it’s sensitive so your tongue swirls around it and over it. sanzu buckled his hips up, the sensation of your warm tongue getting too much for him.

“f-fuckk, baby.. shit!” he curses as he busts all on your pretty face. you happily lick it off around your lips with a smile, “you know, i could’ve swallowed it if you would’ve been a little more patient.” you said, your lashes batting up at him as you continue to stroke his dick with your hand.

he honestly doesn’t deserve you.. you’re too good for him, but he doesn’t know what he’d do without you. you are his high.. no marijuana or pills could ever get him as high as you do.

“fuck, babygirl.. you’re just so good to me.” he says as he takes another puff of his blunt.

[effetsecndaires]

— 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 (𝐡𝐜𝐬)

INCLUDES | toman members [mentioned: draken, hakkai, mitsuya, pah-chin, peh-yan, takemichi, kazutora, chifuyu, baji.], bonten members [mentioned: takeomi, koko, kakucho, sanzu, ran and rindou haitani]

NOTE | headcanons for toman are set in the final timeline! everyone is in their mid/late 20s, happy & alive :) | request

— TOMAN.

When Mikey shows up with a pregnant lady at his side, most of the gang is stunned into silence. Curious gazes are exchanged, then everyone start whispering among each other, trying to make sense of the situation.

At first, nobody really connects the dots. They all assume you must be a friend in need or someone Mikey found and decided to help. They imagine that Mikey took you under his wing and promised to keep you safe – which would explain why he brought you here. Typical Mikey.

Imagine the absolute whiplash when Mikey starts the meeting by introducing you as his wife.

For some of them (especially Draken), it's kind of a hard pill to swallow.

A wave of realization hits him hard and he suddenly feels like he never really knew Mikey after all. His best friend, whom he hangs out with pretty much every day and has been looking after his whole life, has been married this entire time? He can't help but wonder how he missed all the signs and feels a mixture of emotions as he tries to process those unexpected layers of Mikey's life that he never knew existed.

But once he starts to grasp the reasons why Mikey did it, he begins to feel better about it.

He knows that Mikey has always been a responsible and thoughtful young man. The fact that he kept his wife hidden from the gang because he knew your presence might've made you a target for rival gangs or enemies seeking to exploit the slightest vulnerability in his life only made Draken more admirative of Mikey.

Over time, everyone in Toman gets accustomed to the situation and they all grow closer to you, much to Mikey's delight.

Hakkai has yet to get used to seeing you around all the time, but he tries his best. He really likes you and tries not to freeze completely when you talk to him. It's not easy for him, but he does manage to get a few words out when you start a conversation. It's cute to see him make the effort and face his shyness just to be able talk to you.

Baji and Chifuyu are like your personal bodyguards. They treat you like a younger sibling, always looking out for you and stealing you from Mikey to hang out or help with shopping for the baby.

As for Mitsuya, he'll put all his energy into making his own unique pieces of clothing for the baby. Before your child is even born, he's is already envisioning the most adorable designs to keep the little one cozy and stylish at all times. He'll design all sort of cute outfits, knit baby blankets, baby booties, and maybe even craft some nursery decor, because why not.

Everyone quickly realizes that you are an essential pillar of support for Mikey and they, too, end up finding comfort in your presence.

In moments of stress and anxiety, you always know how to calm them down. A gentle touch on the shoulder or a quick pep talk is all it takes to ease the burden from their shoulders. It's as if you have this innate sense of knowing when people need support the most, and you're always there to lend a listening ear or a shoulder to lean on.

You've practically become Kazutora's best friend and confident, and he often seeks your advice on important decisions. Your bond with him runs deep, forged through shared experiences and the understanding that you have for each other. He knows that you genuinely care about his well-being and will always have his best interests at heart.

After the baby's arrival, Pah-Chin and Peh-Yan turn into the typical pair of bickering uncles, always competing to hold the baby first (because of course, everyone gets to hold your baby at least once a day).

One day, their playful argument escalates and their voices disturb the baby's peaceful sleep, leading to Mikey landing a friendly kick on them, while Draken settles to giving them a rather harsh slap on the back of the head.

In the midst of the chaos, Takemichi eventually gets the privilege of holding the baby first. You could tell he was practically dying to ask, but simply didn't dare to.

You share a special connection with all of Mikey's friends, like a close-knit found family, and each of them wholeheartedly reciprocates your affection.

— BONTEN.

When Mikey holds a meeting to introduce his pregnant partner, the news doesn't really come off as a shock to anyone. Everyone in Bonten is used to sleeping around, and, well, they know that accidents can happen.

Mikey decided to be responsible and keep a prostitute and her baby? Okay, good for him. Maybe not the best decision, but that's none of their business.

What genuinely shocks them however, is finding out that you and your baby are actually far from being a mere accident or casual fling gone wrong.

In fact, you've been Mikey's wife for a little over a year now, and the main motivation behind his decision to introduce you to his gang is to ensure your safety at all times. He can't risk an enemy finding out about you before his allies do, especially now that you're pregnant.

They're not exactly thrilled by the idea of playing babysitter for their boss - but they quickly get used to having you around. (It's not like they have much of a choice anyway)

Takeomi handles you like literal porcelain. He doesn't leave your side, always following you around to make sure you don't trip, fall down the stairs or hurt yourself in any way shape or form.

His attentiveness is primarily driven by your position as the boss's wife rather than personal affection or genuine concern for you, though. He's just doing his job, knowing that any harm happening to you while he's in charge of watching you will result in him getting reprimanded by Mikey. You're a very nice woman, but he'd rather be tasked with more important business - hence the constant huffs and sighs when he's around you.

Koko, on the other hand, grows particularly fond of you and buys pretty much everything you need for yourself and the baby. Whether it be clothes, plushies, furniture for the nursery or your weird pregnancy cravings, he'll get you anything you desire. This baby is going to be spoiled rotten whether you like it or not. (Mikey complains about it more than you do)

Similarly, you and Kakucho develop a significant bond over time, the third-in-command becoming almost like an older brother to you. Among the gang, he stands out as the friendliest and least intimidating, Introducing a comforting and accessible presence in your life, something you've been missing for a while. Although you love Mikey dearly, being his wife presents its own set of difficulties and often leaves you feeling isolated.

Sanzu mostly minds his own business. He does his job and keeps an eye on you, but he has too much respect for Mikey to even consider befriending you. He wouldn't want his boss to get the wrong idea.

He mostly leaves the wifesitting job to the others, preferring to stay by Mikey's side and obey his more thrilling orders.

(And let's be honest, you're not complaining)

The Haitani brothers aren't big on befriending, and yet from time to time they'll buy some stuff for your baby, like little shoes or plushies. (That's mostly Rindou's doing, as he tends to be friendlier than his older brother).

When you find yourself alone at home, they're usually the ones assigned to stay by your front door, ensuring your security.

[bontens-new-executive]

First kiss

"Wait, really? You haven't had your first kiss yet?"

With a quick pull on your wrist, he had you sitting on his lap. His free hand immediately holding your cheek. "Let me teach you, pretty", he whispered before connecting your lips in a slow and teasing manner. Whispering instructions here and there while sometimes chuckling at you frustration.

Fair enough, he made it quite hard for you. Always pulling away when it was going well, teasingly hovering his lips over yours, barely touching to make you chase his lips. "Only because you're inexperienced doesn't mean imma make it easy for you, sweets, you gotta earn it."

But after some minutes of frustrated sighs and grunts from you, he decided to finally give in. His lips pressing to yours passionately, his hand moving from your cheek to your neck, applying slight pressure to make sure you know you're his. "That's it." He moaned against your lips, "you're doing so good, doll"

Suna rintarou, ran haitani, gojo satoru, atsumu miya, sanzu Haruchiyo, wakasa imaushi, rindou Haitani, bakugou katsuki, shuji hanma, Tsukishima kei, osamu miya, dabi, tendou Satori

[bontensruby]

No one:

Literally no one:

Bonten! Sanzu: DARLINGGGGG, GUESS WHO'S BACK FROM JAAAAILLLLL!?!?!?!?

[rosaliestoasterstrudle]

[gatitties]

Heyy first of all I love ur Tokyo revenger fics! I was wondering if u write Bonten Sanzu x fem! Reader with mommy issues? She fights s lot with her mom and Sanzu finding out and comforting her? Tyy

─Bonten!Sanzu x fem!reader

─Summary: You decide to end your silence, seeking help from the person who has spent years in your life, this whole arguing situation was making you desperate.

─Warnings: none

─ You don't know at what point in your life the arguments with your mother began, but they persisted until your adulthood.

─ Your father figure was simply either not present, or did not have his own voice to take one side or the other, so it was always a tug of war between you and your mother.

─ Although everything was at times, you could go months without arguing with her, and one random day argue and not talk for a couple of months until one of you two gave in.

─ You felt so bad about this whole situation, that sometimes you turned to other people to escape from home in your adolescence.

─ You met Sanzu when he was still in Toman and, oblivious to the entire criminal underworld, you became entangled with him when Bonten was formed.

─ Even if you didn't like what he did, it would destroy you emotionally not to have anyone to help you even if you no longer needed to run away from your parents' house.

─ Of course, you decided not to tell anything about your problems at home, despite having been together for years, you thought it was too personal to tell Sanzu, just as he only told you what he wanted about his band.

─ There came a point where you couldn't stand it anymore, some of your mother's comments towards you were painful, even when you no longer lived with them, the visits became a punishment.

─ Your relationship with Sanzu became closer and you began to depend a little emotionally on him, romanticizing small aspects of your life together, which led you to live with him.

─ And, therefore, you ended up exploding one day, being a sobbing mess while recounting how bad your mother sometimes made you feel, the hurtful comments, and the absurd arguments.

─ Sanzu canceled the plan to go out to one of the Haitani brothels and stayed all night listening to you get rid of a sentimental weight.

─ He's not the best at comforting people, he definitely wasn't good with words, especially now that his life consisted of threatening and not reassuring, but he made the effort just for you.

─ It was brief and concise, it didn't make all your worries disappear instantly, but it served for now, you clung to him like a lifeboat since what you knew as family was little by little removed from your life for your own good.

─ Sanzu suggested you make a 'personal visit' with some of his friends because of all the problems they had caused you, but now that he also decided to open up about his work, you decided that you would simply change your lifestyle.

[zerokurokawa]

I still can’t get over how Baji is ranked to be the best boyfriend. I love it. I have my own theories why too and I feel like a lot of it stems from his mother being the one who raised him.

[akiisks]

Redrawing my 2021 TR fanarts!!

I've been enjoying the coloring process lately 😙

[staystraykay]

Domino Chapter Seven

The domino effect. How one thing happening can cause a chain reaction. How were you supposed to know a call home made by your cousin would be the tipping domino that sets off the next several years of your life?

WARNINGS: This is not a XReader type story. There will be OCs. Rindou X OC, Ran X OC. Mentions of various Bonten things and events that have only happened in the manga. If you haven't read the manga, and don't anything to be spoiled...DO NOT READ THEN!

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"I'm sorry, what?"

I blinked at the sunshine Anaiya standing in front of my bed, two very skimpy dresses clutched in her hands. The one in her right was black and very tiny and had massive holes in it. The one in her right was a deep blue and looked like mesh fabric...as in the whole thing was see through and had no second layer within it.

"We're going out." She smiled and gestured back to the two dresses in her hands.

I blinked a couple times at her, my brain trying hard to retain what she was saying. "To where? The red light district?"

"Not far from it I guess." She was so naïve it hurt. "We going to one of Ran and Rindou's clubs." She cheered and threw the dressed down on the bed.

"Do you people not sleep?" I groaned, flopping back down on my bed.

I had been out since five that morning listening to Sanzu give orders to his fleet of men, introducing me for whatever reason. After Sanzu was Kakucho and then Ran and Rindou. As soon as I got back to the penthouse I went to bed, just to be woken back up after only a few hours. It was like none of them knew was rest was.

"Sure we do. Now get up." Anaiya rolled her eyes before grabbing my wrists and pulling me up and out of bed. "Now, go shower and shave and wash your hair!"

"Bossy." I muttered under my breath as she shoved me into the bathroom.

After doing as she orders and making sure every inch on myself was as smooth as a newborn, Anaiya lathered honey and coco scented body oil and lotion all over my body...BY FORCE! After she made sure I smelled like the inside of a Bath and Body Works, she forced me to sit as she curled my hair down my back like a red waterfall and sprayed some very glittery coco perfumed substance in it.

"Is that body glitter?" I groaned as she continued to spray the substance over my body.

"Yes. Now sit still." She barked as she concentrated.

After the body glitter was applied to her liking and she finished with my makeup which she made very bronzy and bright, she did her own routine on herself. Her makeup reminded me of Barbie with how dainty and yet glammy she made herself appear. Then she pulled out the dresses, and this is when we started arguing back and forth.

"This is a fishnet, Iya." I said flatly, holding up the mesh and purposely ripped fabric.

She rolled her eyes, her heavy lashes making it more dramatic. "Then maybe you'll catch something in it."

"The flu." I retorted before shoving it back in her hands. "No way in hell."

"Why not!" She cried out like she was four again. Ever the tantrum thrower.

I looked at her flatly and said, "Because I'm not a trophy wife."

"But you could be!" She pouted more, then insult flying ever so high above her pretty blonde head.

"Anaiya," I sighed, "I am not wearing the UTI waiting to happen you call a dress." I turned and picked up a leopard printed leather and very tight looking laced up crop top along with a pear of black pants. "If I wear this will you shut up?"

She looked it over, mulled it over before looking back at me with this a seriousness I did not think anyone could muster over a topic like this. "Wear these boots and yes." She held up these stiletto boots and rolling my eyes I took them.

"Fine." I groaned and started to get dressed.

"I look like Pamela Anderson with red hair." I muttered unamused at my reflection. The top showed the girls ridiculously. "The only thing this shirt hides is my nipples." I groaned and looked over to my cousin. "Great! You look like slutty trophy wife Barbie."

"Really?" She cheered as if I was complimenting her.

Her blonde hair was straightened perfectly, her lighter complected body sprayed down with the body glitter, and her form hugged so tight by her pale pink haltered top mini dress you would think it was painted on. The "key hole" of the dress was rather large, and her breasts were nearly put on as much display as mine were.

"I can't stand you." I groaned and turned on my heels, picking the black clutch up from my bed and walking out of my room.

"Wait for me!" She whined loudly before trailing after me, her own sparkling silver clutch in her hand.

"No." I said flatly, descending the stairs as she rounded the corner out of my room.

I looked down in the living room where I saw Ran in fitted white slacks and a pale pink button down that was billowy and hung on him elegantly; Sanzu in some red leather pants and a grey skin tight shirt with his cotton candy hair tied back in a half up half down; and the Rindou his tight fitted black slacks that showed his very muscular and toned legs and a very fitted black button down he left mostly unbuttoned to show his toned and defined chest.

As I reached the last steps I heard Sanzu whistle and follow with a chuckle. "Jungle Cat on the loos tonight."

I looked him up and down and raised a brow. "This coming from the what? Submissive sex slave? For Tequila sake, Haruchiyo, you look like you're going to a sex club."

"And you look like someone's sex kitten." He shot back.

Grinning I said, "But never yours, Pinky Pie."

"Fuck you." He rolled his eyes and flung himself on the couch beside Rindou.

"You wish, coke head." I sat down on the other side of Rindou, in between him and his brother. I felt Rin's chilled gaze on me as I sat oddly close to him. That made me grin.

"Anaiya's idea?" Ran looked me over once before smirking. "Can't tell her no either, can you." He chuckled as Anaiya sauntered from around the couch, landing her spoiled plump rear on his lip as he lounged back in his seat.

"No one can, baby." She smiled pretty before pecking his lips.

Gaging I looked to the other goons next to me. Sanzu was snorting up a line and Rindou was looking down at his phone boredly. I took this time to notice the thick gold watch sitting on Rindou's wrist and the rings decorating his long fingers.

"See something you like, Jungle girl?" He asked amusingly and taunting. His eyes cut down at me from their corners and a small grin plastered on his face.

Giving his a sweet smile I looked up at him and ran a hand through his long hair before slowly cupping his cheek, a finger brushing over his lip slowly. I leaned forward, getting an inch from his lips and letting a breath pass between us. I tilted my head as if I would go in for a kiss. I slowly leaned in and dodging his lips and instead getting close to his ear.

"Your watch." I breathed huskily in his ear grin a grin plastered on my bronze-red painted lips. I leaned back and stood up, walking towards the door. "Everyone ready? I wanna party." I cheered and sauntered around the couch and towards the elevator.

The room had been still and the tension filling the room palpable. Ran and Anaiya smirked to themselves before getting up to join me while Rindou sat looking forward with a blush dusting his cheeks.

Sanzu, still leaning over his coke mirror, frozen in shock with wide eyes looked at Rindou. "Fuck, that'll make you horny!" He shouted before quickly snorting his last line and shooting up to prance towards us waiting by the elevator.

Rindou finally got up and as we all stood in the elevator I felt his eyes boring holes in my head. By the time we got to the lobby floor and the elevator dinged, Rindou was radiation tension again. Everyone quickly left the metal box, Sanzu being the first like the crack head he was. As I stepped out I felt a warm hand trail up my exposed back before give thick fingers gripped the back of my neck and warm lips pressed up against my ear.

"Game on." Rindou's husky and low voice nearly growled in my ear.

Anaiya wasn't joking when she said the Haitani Club we would be going to was very close to the red light district. However, the club wasn't filthy and filled with whores for pay. No, I felt like I had walked into a mob show when we rolled up in the limo. Guards walked to the doors and opened them, Sanzu, Ran, and Rin exiting the vehicle first as the stood and straightened the attired before Ran turned to lend Anaiya his hand to help her out. I didn't expect it when Rindou offered me his.

As he helped me out of the car, with a sturdy hand he shifted me in front of him and guided me in. Flashing lights around us as we entered were not club lights. They were paparazzi cameras flashing with pictures.

"Great, now my face will be plastered on every magazine and newspaper by morning." I muttered as we entered the building.

Rindou leaned forwards and tauntingly whispered, "Good thing it's a pretty one," in my ear. Shivers ran down my spine I will not lie.

Sanzu was flouncing around happily, his high definitely kicking in. Ran and Rindou guided Anaiya and I too a roped off area I knew could only be meant for those in Bonten. Two massive guards stood on the outside of the ropes looking and watching the area around us, and a girl in a very tight and skimpy cocktail dress approached us with a bar tray in her hand.

"Mr. Haitani and Mr. Haitani, welcome back." She bowed. "Would you like a bottle for your party?"

"No." Ran said boredly. "Two scotches dry, a vodka cranberry, and a tequila cranberry. All top shelf." He looked to Sanzu who was pulling another little baggy from his pocket. "A water for him." Ran said with a tinge of annoyance in his voice.

"Of course, Sir." The girl bowed again and took off towards the bar.

Lounging back once more, Ran and Rindou looked as though they had back at the Penthouse. Calm, bored, and cool. Anaiya smiled brightly from her perch in Ran's lap, her fingers tracing Ran's open palm up hand. He was whispering God only knows what in her ear to make her giggle like that, a cocky smirk on his lips.

"They're always like that." Rindou commented as he noticed me watching the pair in amusement.

I looked at him and smiled. "I think it's cute. Iya deserves to be doted on."

He looked at me and then glanced up at them. He looked at me again, I could feel his eyes on me, but I couldn't the slip of longing that crossed my features. Even though we were young, and we weren't as grabby and X-rated, Keisuke and I had been like Anaiya and Ran once. That's how I knew she was happy. I recognized that happiness.

Rindou looked serious and a bit bored as he looked down at me and said, "You do too."