despite being one of bonten’s strongest executives, kakucho unbelievably gentle with you. when passing you something, his fingers barely brush yours. if you’re exhausted, he’ll quietly take the heavier boxes from your arms without asking. if you fall asleep at your desk, he’ll drape his own coat over your shoulders before returning to work.
everyone else is intimidated by kakucho’s expression, but you’ve never seen him lose his patience with you. even if you accidentally interrupt an important meeting or make a mistake with paperwork, he’ll calmly help you fix it instead of raising his voice. he thinks you bring out the softest parts of him that almost nobody else gets to see.
he hates physical affection from almost everyone, but he’ll never move away if it’s you. if you lightly tug his sleeve to get his attention or accidentally lean against his shoulder while looking over documents, his body completely freezes. he won’t react outwardly, but his ears slowly turn red before he quietly looks away.
he is painfully aware of every man that looks at you. he won’t act jealous or possessive in front of you, but the moment someone lingers a little too long or gets a little too comfortable, they’ll find kakucho silently watching them from across the room. one look is usually enough to convince them to keep their distance.
he pretends your safety is only part of the job, but everyone can tell he’s far more protective than necessary. he’ll walk behind you whenever you leave headquarters, wait until you’re inside your apartment before driving away, and quietly check every room if you’re working late at one of bonten’s properties. he never tells you he’s doing it because he cares.
he keeps every little thing you’ve ever given him, even if it wasn’t meant to be meaningful. a sticky note reminding him about a meeting stays tucked inside his wallet for months. a pen you handed him never leaves his suit pocket. he tells himself he’s only keeping them because they’re useful, but he knows that’s a lie.
he always ends up wherever you are. you’re heading to the archives? he suddenly has paperwork there. grabbing coffee? he was “already walking this way.” leaving headquarters late? he just happened to finish work at the exact same time. he makes every coincidence look completely natural.
whenever you’re speaking during meetings, kakucho stops paying attention to everyone else. he isn’t even trying to stare, but his eyes always drift back to you. he catches himself doing it constantly and immediately looks away, hoping nobody noticed.
his phone is almost empty except for one thing: your contact. he doesn’t have a picture for anyone else, but yours is the first thing he sees every time you call. he’ll never admit how often he catches himself opening your conversation just to reread old messages.
kakucho has a habit of standing just close enough to make sure nobody bothers you. if someone starts raising their voice at you during work, he appears on your side out of the blue. he doesn’t threaten them unless absolutely necessary. he just stands beside you with that intimidating expression until the man leaves.
kakucho has an almost unhealthy habit of checking whether you’ve arrived safely. if you’re running late, he’ll glance toward the entrance every few minutes while pretending to read documents. the second you walk in, the tension disappears from his shoulders like nothing ever happened.
kakucho isn’t good with words, so every act of care is silent. your chair is pulled out before you sit. the office thermostat is adjusted because he noticed you looked cold yesterday. your computer is already turned on when you arrive.
sometimes he catches himself wondering what you’re doing when you’re off work, then immediately scolds himself for thinking about you so much. it never helps. somehow his thoughts always circle back to you before the day is over.
kakucho has never wanted anything for himself the way he wants you. it frustrates him more than anything because he prides himself on discipline, yet every thought eventually finds its way back to you. he hates how easily you occupy his mind, and he hates even more that he doesn’t actually want it to stop.
hearing you laugh from another room is enough to make him pause whatever he’s doing. he tells himself he’s only making sure everything is alright, but his feet always carry him a little closer until he can hear you clearly. once he knows you’re smiling, he leaves before you ever notice he was there.
he constantly has to stop himself from reaching for you. fixing the strand of hair that falls into your face, brushing dust from your shoulder, steadying you whenever you stumble over absolutely nothing. his hand always twitches first before he quietly curls it into a fist at his side.
every time you thank him, he has to look away. your voice is soft, your smile genuine, and he doesn’t trust himself to meet your eyes for too long without giving everything away. a simple “you’re welcome” is all he manages before pretending something else suddenly needs his attention.
there are nights when headquarters is empty except for the two of you. you sit across from each other finishing paperwork in comfortable silence, and kakucho secretly wishes time would stop right there. you’re close enough for him to hear you breathe.
he knows your schedule better than his own. when you take your lunch break, when your meetings usually end, what days leave you the most exhausted. sometimes he catches himself planning his entire day around moments he might run into you.
he never asks you to stay longer than necessary, even when he desperately wants another five minutes of your company. instead, he’ll quietly tell you to go home and get some rest, then watch you leave until the elevator doors close. only after you’re gone does the building feel strangely empty.
whenever you’re standing close enough for your shoulders to almost touch, he becomes painfully aware of the tiny distance between you. it’s barely anything at all, yet it feels impossible to ignore. he could close that gap in a single step, but he never does.
he wonders what it would be like to hear you say his name outside of work. not “boss,” not “sir,” not spoken during meetings or reports. just his name, casually, warmly, like he belongs somewhere in your life beyond business. the thought stays with him longer than he’d ever admit.
sometimes he’ll catch you smiling at him for no particular reason, and it completely ruins the rest of his day. now he can’t stop thinking about it. hours later he’ll still remember the exact way your eyes softened when you looked at him.
he has convinced himself that loving you quietly is safer than risking losing the place he already has in your life. so he settles for being the person who makes your work easier, carries the heavy things, walks you to your car, and silently hopes that’s enough to keep him close to you a little longer.
every goodbye feels heavier than it should. he’ll give you a small nod, tell you to get home safely, then stand by the window without realizing it until your car disappears from view. only then does he finally leave himself.
kakucho falls hard and silently. he convinces himself you’ll never return his feelings because someone like him has no place beside someone like you. so he settles for watching over you from a distance, protecting you without expecting anything back. as long as you’re smiling, he’ll carry those feelings in silence for as long as he has to.
༝ MIKEY
mikey tells himself you’re simply efficient, that’s all. that’s why he wants you nearby. that’s why the office feels strangely empty whenever you’re off work. that’s why he catches himself glancing toward the door every few minutes, waiting for you to walk in. he repeats the excuse so often he almost believes it.
you see the side of mikey that almost nobody else gets: the one who is exhausted. bonten mikey carries himself like someone who stopped expecting happiness a long time ago, but your presence reminds him of a version of himself he thought disappeared. he doesn’t become a completely different person, but the emptiness in him becomes less obvious when he’s around someone he genuinely trusts.
if someone speaks to you with even the slightest disrespect, the room changes instantly. mikey doesn’t raise his voice or make a scene. he simply looks at them, expression completely blank, and calmly tells them to apologize. nobody ever refuses.
the executives eventually realize the only person who can interrupt mikey without consequences is you. you’ll knock once, step inside with another stack of reports, and he’ll quietly motion for you to come in without even looking annoyed. everyone else would have been told to leave.
mikey has convinced himself that you’re safest where he can see you. that’s why your desk is just outside his office. that’s why he insists you’re the one accompanying him to certain meetings. it’s practical, he tells himself.
mikey hates seeing you scared, but he hates even more knowing someone was the reason behind it. the moment he notices your discomfort, his entire attention shifts. he stops caring about whatever meeting or problem was in front of him because, in that moment, nothing matters more than figuring out what happened.
mikey isn’t affectionate, but he constantly finds excuses to keep you close. asking you to stay while he finishes reading a report, requesting your opinion on things that don’t actually require one, handing you files one at a time instead of all at once. every extra minute with you feels selfish, yet he can’t seem to stop.
he doesn’t ask “are you okay?” the way other people do. he simply looks at you and says, “who did it?” his voice is quiet, almost emotionless, because he’s already trying to understand exactly what needs to be handled.
sometimes he reaches out without thinking. his hand moves slightly toward yours when you place a document on his desk, like he’s searching for some kind of reassurance, but he stops himself before making contact. then he pulls back and pretends he was only reaching for the papers.
he doesn’t understand why you treat him like a person instead of a title. everyone else sees bonten’s leader, someone dangerous, someone they have to obey. but you still ask if he slept, if he’s eaten, if he’s okay. those simple questions stay with him much longer than they should.
when you smile at him after seeing the worst parts of him, he looks away. he doesn’t know what to do with kindness that doesn’t come with fear or expectation. part of him wants to believe he deserves it, but another part of him is still waiting for it to disappear.
he doesn’t want you to see him as a monster, but he also doesn’t know how to show you anything else. every time he tries to be closer, he pulls himself back. he thinks distance is the only way he knows how to protect people.
mikey never asks you about your personal life because he doesn’t know if he wants the answer. he can handle enemies, betrayal, and pressure without hesitation. but the thought of hearing that someone else makes you happier than he does is something he avoids facing.
when you finally fall asleep beside him after another late night of work, mikey almost reaches out to wake you, to tell you to go home and rest properly, but he stops. instead, he quietly places his coat over you and lets you sleep.
and when you eventually wake up and apologize for falling asleep, mikey only looks away and says, “it’s fine.” he doesn’t tell you that he spent the entire time watching over you, or that for a few hours, his mind was finally silent.
you’re one of the only people who sees how much mikey still craves simple happiness. sometimes he’ll sit beside you in complete silence, looking unusually peaceful, and then suddenly ask for something random like getting his favorite snack.
he has a habit of seeking your attention without admitting that’s what he’s doing. he’ll interrupt what you’re doing just to show you something, ask for your opinion on things he already decided on, or sit closer than necessary because he wants you to notice him.
mikey’s teasing side only comes out around you because he trusts you enough to drop the serious act. he’ll make little comments just to see your reaction, purposely annoy you because he likes when you get dramatic with him, and sometimes act completely innocent afterward even though you know exactly what he was doing.
when he’s tired, the walls around him disappear the most. you see him become quieter, more clingy, and almost like the younger version of himself he tries so hard to bury. he’ll lean into your presence without thinking and let himself relax.
mikey secretly loves when you take care of him in small ways. he’ll pretend he doesn’t need it, but he never pulls away when you remind him to eat, rest, or slow down. there’s something almost childlike about how easily he accepts your care, because with you he doesn’t feel like he has to prove he’s strong.
༝ KOKONOI
kokonoi is surprisingly dramatic when it comes to you, but only when nobody else is around. the same man who stays calm during negotiations will act personally offended if you ignore his messages for too long or if you choose someone else’s recommendation over his. he’ll pretend he doesn’t care, acting cold and sarcastic, but the silence afterward makes it painfully obvious he wants your attention.
you see how different kokonoi is when he’s not performing for the world. around others, he’s confident, charming, and always seems like he knows exactly what he’s doing. around you, he can be weirdly indecisive. he’ll ask for your opinion on something small, pretend your answer doesn’t matter, then immediately choose what you suggested.
kokonoi’s jealousy is less about anger and more about insecurity that he refuses to acknowledge. he knows he can buy almost anything, solve almost any problem, and get almost anything he wants, but affection doesn’t work like that. when someone else makes you laugh or gets your attention easily, there’s a brief moment where he remembers that money has never been able to guarantee the things he actually wants.
kokonoi is someone who hates appearing vulnerable, so the moments where he accidentally reveals too much mean everything. like when he casually mentions something from his past and then goes quiet because he realizes he actually told you. or when he lets you see him exhausted after a long day instead of putting on the usual confident mask.
he has a strange habit of trying to fix everything for you because he doesn’t always know how to comfort someone emotionally. if you’re upset, his first instinct is to find a solution, remove the problem, or make things easier for you. he has to learn that sometimes you don’t need him to solve everything - you just need him to stay, and he’s willing to learn that for you.
kokonoi’s favorite version of you is probably the one that treats him normally. not the person impressed by his reputation, not someone intimidated by his connections, but the person who steals his food, laughs at his expensive habits, and tells him when he’s being ridiculous. he secretly loves that you don’t let him hide behind everything he built.
as his assistant, you quickly realize kokonoi is much more observant than he lets on. he notices when you’re staying late, when you look tired, when you’ve been skipping breaks because you’re too busy handling his schedule. he’ll never directly say “i’m worried about you,” because that’s not how he communicates, but suddenly there’s food on your desk, your workload has become lighter, and your meetings have been rearranged so you actually have time to breathe.
kokonoi is incredibly demanding with you, but not because he thinks you’re incapable. he trusts you more than most people around him, which means he expects you to keep up with him. he’ll correct you, challenge your decisions, and push you to improve, but you notice he never humiliates you or treats you like you’re replaceable.
you notice that when someone else speaks, he’s usually impatient, already thinking three steps ahead. when you speak, he actually listens. he might still have that bored expression on his face, but you know him well enough to recognize when he’s genuinely considering your opinion.
kokonoi has a habit of pretending he doesn’t rely on you. he’ll say things like “i could’ve handled this myself,” while handing you another task because he knows you’re the only person who can organize the chaos around him. he refuses to admit how much easier his life has become since you started working beside him.
he’s surprisingly annoying when he’s comfortable with you at work. he’ll call your name just to ask something he already knows the answer to, send you messages from across the room instead of speaking, or criticize your coffee choice like it’s a serious issue. if anyone else did it, he’d be unbearable, but with you it’s almost obvious he’s just looking for an excuse to interact with you.
kokonoi is very particular about your safety and position in the company. he doesn’t like other executives or employees taking advantage of you because you’re “just an assistant.” if someone dismisses you or talks over you, his entire attitude changes.
he notices your achievements more than anyone. kokonoi is surrounded by people who praise him because of his money and influence, so genuine effort stands out to him. when you do something well, he won’t give you some emotional speech, but you’ll get a rare “good job” from him, and coming from kokonoi, it means more than anyone else’s compliments.
sometimes you catch his softer side after everyone leaves. the office is finally quiet, his tie is loosened, and the confident persona fades slightly. those are the moments where he’ll actually talk to you about things unrelated to work, complain about his day, or ask your opinion on something personal.
he loves watching you get flustered, mostly because it’s one of the few times he feels like he has the upper hand. kokonoi is used to reading everyone before they even speak, but you’re the one person who can surprise him. he’ll casually lean back in his chair and make a teasing comment about how much you worry about him, only to act completely innocent when you tell him he’s being annoying.
he likes spoiling you, but he makes it sound like he’s just being practical. if you mention liking something once, he remembers it. if you complain about something being inconvenient, it somehow gets fixed. when you ask why he went through all that effort, he’ll shrug and say “I don’t like seeing you struggle."
he loves teasing you about how well you know him. if you predict what he’s going to say or bring him something before he asks, he’ll raise an eyebrow and say something like “you’re getting too good at this. should I be worried?” but secretly, he loves that there’s someone who understands him without him having to explain himself.
during meetings, kokonoi is completely professional, but you notice the little ways he includes you. he’ll ask for your opinion even when everyone else is waiting for his decision, glance at you when someone says something ridiculous because he knows you’ll understand his reaction, and sometimes hide a small smile when you try not to laugh.
he gets especially teasing when you’re trying to lecture him. if you tell him he’s working too much or needs to take care of himself, he’ll act offended and ask if his assistant is “giving him orders now.” but he never actually ignores you. in fact, you’re probably the only person in bonten who can tell him what to do and get away with it.
kokonoi’s romantic side appears in the quiet moments after work. when the building is empty and there’s no one around to impress, he becomes less like the untouchable businessman everyone knows. he’ll walk beside you, make jokes, complain about boring meetings, and enjoy the simple fact that someone is choosing to stay with him after seeing every side of him.
sanzu "I love my wife" haruchiyo who has been hopelessly devoted to you since the two of you were children. no matter how ugly life got, you stayed - you stayed when his own brother was treating him like shit, you stayed through toman, through tenjiku, through kanto manji, and now through bonten. every version of haruchiyo knew one thing for certain - you would still be there waiting for him. he kept you a secret almost all his life so you would never have to deal with his messed up life. only mikey knew.
sanzu "I love my wife" haruchiyo who accidentally lets bonten discover the one secret he's kept from everyone after an attack at his apartment. expecting to find a furious, bloodied sanzu, the executives are left speechless when the front door opens to a sleepy woman in one of his oversized shirts, a wedding band resting on her finger. ran forgets how to joke, rindou genuinely thinks they're at the wrong place, koko immediately notices the ring, and kakucho can only stare. before anyone can say a word, sanzu appears behind you, bruised but immediately pulling you behind him, gently checking your face for injuries before even acknowledging the others. the room falls silent. nobody can believe the same man who'd slaughter people without hesitation has a wife he'd hidden for years.
sanzu "I love my wife" haruchiyo who buys you flowers so often that every room in your home smells fresh. roses one day, peonies the next, lilies because they reminded him of your perfume, tulips just because he walked past a flower shop and thought about you. sometimes you wake up before him and find a small bouquet already sitting on your nightstand with a tiny note written in his messy handwriting that simply says, "saw these. thought of my wife."
sanzu "I love my wife" haruchiyo who slowly lets go of the drugs because of you. not because anyone ordered him to but because one night you held his face so gently and whispered that you wanted to grow old together. the idea of dying before he got wrinkles beside you suddenly became unbearable. still, there are bad days, sleepless nights, moments where his hands shake and his patience disappears. but every time he's close to giving in, he remembers your sleepy smile waiting for him at home.
sanzu "I love my wife" haruchiyo who can go from ordering someone's execution over the phone to asking if you want strawberries cut into heart shapes five minutes later. everyone in bonten fears him. they hear the coldness in his voice, see the blood on his hands, and avoid looking him in the eyes. then he walks through the front door, slips off his shoes, wraps his arms around your waist from behind, buries his face in your shoulder, and asks if you've eaten yet.
sanzu "I love my wife" haruchiyo who is embarrassingly clingy the second he's home. he'll complain if you don't greet him with a hug, dramatically asking if you've stopped loving him because you were folding laundry instead of running to the door. he follows you from room to room like a cat, resting his chin on your shoulder while you cook, sitting on the bathroom counter while you do your skincare, lying across your lap whenever you're trying to read.
sanzu "I love my wife" haruchiyo who never gets tired of calling you his wife. every conversation somehow circles back to it. "my wife likes this." "my wife made dinner." "my wife hates when I skip breakfast." even people who have never met you know exactly how obsessed he is. the executives exchange tired looks every time he brings you up for the hundredth time that week, but he couldn't care less. he waited his entire life to call you his wife, and now he plans on reminding everyone that you're his every chance he gets.
being the haitanis' younger sister meant growing up surrounded by danger, but you refused to let your brothers' world become your own. a job at a pet shop was supposed to be the beginning of something normal. instead, you realized falling for three people at once isn't nearly as impossible as choosing between them.
pairing | kazutora x baji x chifuyu x fem!reader.
tags | MDNI, typical violence, mentions of alcohol, cigarettes, blood, injuries, guns, slowburn, fluff, angst, eventual smut, set in bonten and petshop timeline.
touchstarved!shinichiro who gets home late after a hard day at work. he's so tired and overworked but all he could think about all day was coming home to his sweet girl. the second he steps in home and sees you cooking dinner, he wraps his strong arms around your waist and hides his face in the crook of your neck. "missed you so much, sweetheart." he mumbles in your soft skin as he leaves trails of kisses behind your ear and shoulders. you're trying your hardest to concentrate but when you feel him hardening behind you, you lose all the composure. shin can't help but turn you around and smash his lips onto yours.
you immediately wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you flush against his chest. soon after, you feel his hands under your thighs - he picks you up and sits you on the counter, spreading your legs so he can get comfortable between them. the kiss feels hungry and desperate. you can tell he's been holding back all day. shinichiro keeps groping every part of your body aggressively, like he's going completely feral. he's squeezing everything: your waist, thighs, ass - trying to feel all of you. you feel his bulge getting harder every passing second. suddenly, he breaks the kiss, stares at your flushed face and puffy lips for a second before whispering
sanzu hates when you leave headquarters alone after dark. every single time you insist you'll be fine, every single time he ignores you and follows anyway. he doesn't walk beside you at first - he lingers a few steps behind, eyes scanning the parking garage until you're safely inside your car. when you lower the window to complain, he rests an elbow against the roof with the most unimpressed look. "stop making me worry." he says it like it's somehow your fault.
ran loves making you laugh during the worst possible moments. if a meeting drags on too long, you'll glance over to find him already making ridiculous faces behind someone else's back, just subtle enough that only you can see. you have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling, and when you finally lose the battle, he looks unbearably pleased with himself for the rest of the afternoon.
you mention in passing that your shoulders hurt from sitting at your desk all week. the next morning, rindou silently replaces your office chair before work starts. no note, no explanation. when you thank him, he shrugs without looking up from his phone. "you kept stretching your back every twenty minutes." he'd noticed.
ran has absolutely no shame about stealing your attention. if you're talking to someone for too long, he'll wander over and casually rest his chin on the top of your head or lean an arm across your chair, pretending he's there for an entirely different reason. "sorry," he'll say with a lazy smile, "needed my assistant for something important." the important thing is almost never actually important.
every time someone asks you to carry something, sanzu somehow appears before you've even answered. folders, equipment, boxes, bags - it doesn't matter. they end up in his hands within seconds.
kokonoi starts betting with himself on how long it'll take one of them to notice you've skipped lunch. ran spots you still working, rindou quietly leaves a warm meal on your desk without interrupting, and sanzu spends the next hour glaring at anyone who tries to hand you more work before you've finished eating. kokonoi loses every single bet.
kakucho asks you to help organize documents for an upcoming meeting, only to watch the three executives slowly migrate into your office for ridiculous reasons. ran wants coffee. rindou "forgot something." sanzu insists he's checking security. after the fourth interruption, kakucho pinches the bridge of his nose. "...can the three of you survive one hour without hovering?" ran grins. "dunno." sanzu answers at the exact same time. "no."
you catch ran watching you from across the meeting room while everyone else argues over business neither of you care about. the second your eyes meet, he smiles like he's been waiting for it, crooks a finger for you to come over, and when you do, he quietly slides a wrapped candy into your palm. "good job surviving another meeting," he murmurs, chuckling at the way you roll your eyes.
mikey sits quietly at the head of the conference table, watching the room settle before a meeting begins. you walk in with everyone's coffee, and without a single word exchanged, ran takes the tray from your hands, rindou pulls your chair out when you move to sit at the side, and sanzu slides your cup onto the desk before anyone else can reach for it by mistake. it's so practiced it almost looks rehearsed. mikey blinks once, looks at the three of them, then at you. "...you've all made this weird." nobody disagrees.
when meetings run late into the night, you eventually start rubbing at your tired eyes without realizing it. ran notices first. he reaches over, plucks the pen from your hand, and closes the folder you'd been staring at. "that's enough." you try to protest, saying you still have work to finish. he smiles, soft but completely unmovable. "my favorite assistant is off the clock. the paperwork can miss you for one night."
rindou always knows when you've reached your limit, even before you do. you'll keep insisting you're fine, answering emails and taking calls with the same polite smile, but he'll quietly appear beside your desk with a bottle of water and your favorite snack. "five minutes," he says simply. you open your mouth to argue, only for him to look at you with that calm, unreadable expression. "...please." he still manages to convince you.
sanzu refuses to let anyone raise their voice at you. it happens once during a stressful shipment when one of the lower-ranking members snaps at you over a mistake that wasn't even yours. before you can answer, sanzu is already standing between you and him. "try that again." the room goes deathly silent. the man apologizes so fast he almost trips over his own words. afterward, sanzu turns back to you immediately, his voice completely different. "you okay?" he asks softly.
ran loves making you feel included in conversations you'd normally stay out of. during strategy meetings, he'll casually ask, "what do you think?" while everyone else looks surprised. you hesitate every time, but he waits patiently, smiling until you answer. if your idea works - and it usually does - he makes sure everyone knows it came from you. "that's why she's smarter than half of you."
whenever the three of them walk somewhere together, you somehow end up in the middle without anyone discussing it. ran strolls on one side, chatting about whatever ridiculous thing happened that morning. rindou stays quietly on your other side, matching your pace perfectly. sanzu trails half a step behind, watching everyone around you instead of joining the conversation.
someone flirts with you during a charity gala, completely unaware of who you're attending with. ran watches the interaction from across the room, taking slow sips from his drink just to see how long it'll last. rindou quietly moves closer without interrupting. sanzu lasts exactly thirty seconds before appearing beside you, slipping an arm across the back of your chair and looking at the stranger with a dangerous smile. "she's busy."
ran is shameless about praising you. if you solve a problem before anyone else notices it, he'll clap dramatically from the other side of the room. "this is why we keep her around." you groan every time because now everyone is looking at you, but he just laughs at the way your face warms. he genuinely enjoys seeing you embarrassed almost as much as he enjoys reminding everyone how capable you are.
rindou never asks if you need help in front of other people because he knows you'll automatically say no. instead, he'll quietly take over whatever you're struggling with while continuing the conversation as if nothing happened. you're trying to carry too many files? somehow half of them are suddenly in his hands. struggling to reach something on a high shelf? it's already sitting on your desk before you even notice he moved.
sanzu memorizes your routine without meaning to. he knows exactly what time you usually arrive, which elevator you prefer, where you leave your keys, how you take your coffee, and which route you walk through headquarters. if something changes, he notices immediately. "why were you ten minutes late?" he'll ask before you've even sat down. you blink. "...how did you know that?" he blinks back, equally confused.
after particularly dangerous jobs, the three of them have completely different ways of checking on you. ran immediately seeks you out with his usual grin, lightly flicking your forehead. "still alive? good." rindou quietly scans you from head to toe, making sure you aren't hiding any injuries before giving a small nod of approval. sanzu walks straight up to you, cups your face in both hands without caring who's watching, and mutters, "don't ever scare me like that again," before letting go like nothing happened.
rindou almost never interrupts the two of you, but if ran keeps you talking long enough that your coffee goes cold, he'll quietly replace it with a fresh one. he simply sets the warm cup beside your hand before taking the old one away. ran watches him do it and scoffs. "show-off." rindou shrugs. "she likes it hot."
sanzu cannot stand when either of the haitanis monopolize your time. if he walks into your office and finds ran sitting on your desk making you laugh again, he'll lean against the doorway with crossed arms until one of you notices. "finished?" he asks flatly. "we're in the middle of a conversation," ran replies. "you've been in the middle of one for twenty minutes." eventually sanzu just walks over, takes the chair beside yours, and inserts himself into the conversation without another word.
ran absolutely abuses the fact that you can't say no to him. "walk with me." "help me choose a tie." "come taste this coffee." every excuse is completely ridiculous, and you know it. half the time he doesn't actually need anything - he just wanted an excuse to spend ten minutes with you.
sanzu gets irritated whenever someone refers to you as "the assistant." "she has a name," he corrects automatically. the first few times people assume he's just being particular. after the tenth, everyone realizes he genuinely dislikes hearing you reduced to your job title. strangely enough, he's the only one allowed to call you my assistant, and even then it sounds less possessive of your position than of... well, you.
the three of them argue over who gets to drive you home like it's the most important discussion of the day. ran insists his car is more comfortable. rindou points out that his route is faster. sanzu doesn't even bother making an argument. he simply holds out your bag because he'd already picked it up five minutes ago. you sigh, looking between all three. "i live fifteen minutes away."
ran loves making you blush in harmless little ways. he'll compliment your outfit in front of everyone just to watch you duck your head, or casually mention that you remembered his favorite coffee order after only hearing it once. "see?" he says to the room. "she pays attention to me." you swat his arm, embarrassed, while rindou quietly points out, "she remembers everyone's." ran pretends not to hear him.
if you fall asleep at your desk, rindou is the first to notice - but he never wakes you. he lowers the lights in your office, closes the blinds, and places your abandoned paperwork in neat stacks so it won't wrinkle beneath your arms. when ran comes looking for you, already halfway through calling your name, rindou simply lifts a finger to his lips. even ran lowers his voice immediately.
sanzu has a habit of standing just a little too close whenever someone unfamiliar is talking to you. not enough to make you uncomfortable - he's careful about that - but enough that anyone else immediately understands they should keep things professional. once the conversation ends, you glance up at him. "you know i can handle myself." "i know," he says. "they don't."
ran catches sanzu staring at you across the room for the fifth time that afternoon and can't resist. "you know," he says loudly enough for only the three of them to hear, "if you keep glaring at everyone who talks to her, eventually she'll run out of people to talk to." sanzu doesn't even look away from you. "good." ran bursts into laughter while rindou quietly rubs a hand over his face. "you're impossible."
despite all the teasing and bickering, there's one thing they never argue about: if you're upset, everything else waits. ran drops the jokes immediately, his smile softening as he coaxes you into talking. rindou sits beside you in comfortable silence, never rushing you to explain. sanzu quietly stations himself by the door, making sure nobody interrupts. for once, they're perfectly in sync, making sure you're okay.
sanzu starts treating your apartment like an extension of headquarters. not in an invasive way - he still knocks, still waits for permission but somehow your medicine cabinet is always stocked because he noticed you were running low, your smoke detector batteries get replaced before they start beeping, and one day you discover he'd quietly changed the faulty lock on your front door because "it looked cheap." you only find out because your old key stops working.
the three of them somehow end up grocery shopping with you once, and it's an absolute disaster. ran keeps throwing snacks into the cart because "you looked at them for half a second." rindou silently puts back the things he knows you don't actually need while making sure your usual groceries are still there. sanzu pushes the cart like it's a security detail, glaring whenever someone gets too close. by the time you reach the checkout, you've somehow bought twice as much as planned and none of them agree whose fault it is.
ran absolutely loves stealing your phone the second you leave it unattended. not to read your messages - but to replace your lockscreen with the worst candid photo he's ever taken of himself. you groan every single time. "delete it." "no." "ran." "it's cute." rindou walks by, glances at the photo, and quietly says, "...it's really not." you laugh. ran looks deeply offended.
if you text the group chat saying you're sick, the responses come almost instantly. ran: don't move. rindou: what's your temperature? sanzu: who got you sick? within an hour, ran is making you watch terrible movies, rindou is quietly cooking soup in your kitchen, and sanzu has somehow acquired enough medicine to stock a small pharmacy. by the end of the day, the three of them are arguing in hushed voices over whether your blanket is warm enough while you're trying not to smile yourself back to sleep.
sometimes, on rare evenings when none of them have work, the four of you end up doing absolutely nothing. you're all sprawled around ran's living room, a movie playing that nobody is really watching. ran keeps making sarcastic commentary every five minutes until you throw popcorn at him. rindou is half asleep on the opposite end of the couch, quietly listening to the two of you bicker. sanzu sits on the floor beside you, resting his arm against the couch near your knees.
the door clicks open just past eight and before you can even turn your head from the book in your lap, strong arms are already around you - warmth pressing close as sanzu’s familiar scent fills the air. he doesn’t say anything at first, just kisses your neck right below your ear softly, like he’s been holding his breath all day long.
his lips trail up to kiss along your jawline slowly while one hand slides into your hair gently tugging it back so he can reach better places - the curve where neck meets shoulder and when he finally kisses you on the mouth, it's deep and hungry like someone starving for touch.
his body sinks onto yours carefully at first but then shifts fully on top without asking - one knee between both thighs. his fingers tracing skin under your clothes. he's breathing heavy now, all the tension from his day melting into this - into you. every kiss feels like an apology for how long it’s been since he last touched you. his hands are everywhere at once: one still tangled in your hair, the other sliding down your side to grip your waist tightly, pulling you even closer.
the words are muffled against your skin - warm breath and soft lips brushing the side of your neck as he murmurs, "I missed you so much…" his voice is low, rough with that quiet ache only distance can cause. it’s tender in a way sanzu rarely lets show unless he's completely unraveled like this. his hands are shaking slightly where they cradle your face before his mouth crashes onto yours again.
the kiss starts slow but quickly deepens: tongues sliding together desperately, lips moving clumsily at first from how long it's been since you've done this properly. his thumb brushes along your cheekbone as if memorizing you while your mouths stay locked. when air becomes necessary, instead of pulling away fully, sanzu just turns his head to press feverish kisses along one corner then across both cheeks, then back to capture another kiss.
without breaking the kiss, sanzu suddenly shifts. strong arms hooking under your thighs as he lifts you effortlessly off the couch and settles you onto his lap. his body is warm beneath yours. one arm locked firmly around your back to hold you close while his other hand slides down to grip your hip.
sanzu pulls back just enough to look at you and his dark eyes go soft, almost reverent. your lips are swollen from kissing, slightly parted as you breathe unevenly, your hair is a mess where his fingers had been tugging through it earlier, few strands sticking to the faint sheen of sweat on your forehead. he brings up a hand and brushes those loose strands away from your face. his thumb traces the curve of one kiss-reddened lip tenderly before sliding over it gently.
"pretty."
his breath hitches the second your hips roll against him - soft, testing at first but when you do it again with more pressure, a low, rough groan slips from sanzu’s throat and vibrates through both of you where your mouths are still connected.
the kiss turns messy again instantly; he bites down gently on your lower lip in response. his hands clamp tighter around you: one gripping the base of your spine while the other slides up under your shirt, warm palm pressing flat against bare back. he tilts his head to deepen it further, tongue sliding past yours with desperation.
"haru.." you whimper out from the friction. his entire body tenses for half a second before he’s moving again - faster now. he breaks the kiss only to yank off his t-shirt first, then pulls at the hem of your shirt with trembling fingers - fabric pushed up over shoulders while your mouths find each other again between discarded clothes. he kicks shoes away without looking down; belt buckles jingle as pants get loosened hastily.
the air between you is thick. sanzu finally whispers "need you so bad" against your lips, it’s raw and honest. his voice cracks just slightly on the words, like saying it out loud is both relief and torture because now he can have you.
slowly, carefully, he lines himself up, one hand supporting your weight while the other guides your hips before sinking into you inch by inch - slow breath held through clenched teeth. the stretch is perfect. your body molds around him effortlessly like it was made for this, every curve of his cock fitting just right inside you and the sensation floods through your whole lower half: warmth spreading low in your belly.
you feel every ridge of his length as he stays buried completely - no movement yet but even stillness sends waves through you. it’s not about chasing friction or speed right now; it’s about being filled, so thoroughly and intimately by someone who knows exactly how to love every part of you without words.
sanzu’s restraint lasts only a few more seconds, just long enough to savor the feeling of being fully inside you, wrapped tight and warm. his hips start moving slowly at first: gentle pulls back almost all the way before sliding forward again in smooth thrusts. each motion is careful but growing bolder with every repetition - the rhythm building gradually.
"fuck..." sanzu groans.
soon he’s picking up speed: deeper strokes now, firmer pressure. friction lighting up every nerve ending where your bodies meet. skin slaps softly against skin; breath comes faster between parted lips as both of you get lost in it - the sensation of moving together after hours apart.
the pace quickens even more, sanzu’s breathing turns ragged, his muscles tensing with each powerful thrust as the pleasure builds. he’s not thinking anymore; just feeling every glide of your bodies together sending sparks through him.
his hands grip your hips tighter to guide you, helping set a steady rhythm, you meet every one of his upward drives with a roll of your own, matching him perfectly. the room fills with the sounds - skin on skin, hushed moans. saznu keeps hitting that one spot over and over until each thrust pulls another soft cry from your lips. he doesn’t slow down - all he wants is to chase this high.
the second you tip your head back - lips parted, eyes fluttering shut, rolling completely into that blissed-out haze where nothing exists except sensation, sanzu freezes for half a heartbeat. god, you look beautiful like this, he thinks. completely undone by him, face slack with pleasure, cheeks flushed deeper than before - every inch of your expression screaming how good he’s making you feel. and it wrecks him in the best way.
he doesn’t last much longer after that.
watching you come apart under his touch pushes sanzu right to the edge and with one final deep thrust, warmth floods through both of you at once: heat spreading low and intense as he comes inside you silently - mouth slightly open against your shoulder where he’d buried his face without realizing it.
the kiss he presses to your lips is different now - softer and slower. when your mouths part, sanzu rests his forehead against yours and whispers "you're perfect." his voice is quiet - rough but impossibly tender and there’s zero hesitation in it. one hand comes up to cradle your cheek gently while he studies your face, the calm aftermath of pleasure still painted across your features.
sanzu doesn’t pull away - he just keeps you close. he wraps both arms around you completely and squeezes tight but gentle. he sinks his face into the crook of your neck. his lips brush lazy kisses along your shoulder while one hand rubs slow circles on your back to soothe.
ᯓ tags│age gap (legal ofc), inexperienced reader, mention of drugs, possessive behavior, jealousy, smut, missionary, doggy, matingpress, size kink, manhandling, dirty talk, fingers in mouth, overstimulation, safe word, edging, choking, pinning, oral, bj, hair pulling, bdsm│word count : 5k
─ SANZU HARUCHIYO
sanzu keeps finding himself thinking about you during meetings, during jobs, during long nights. at first, he tells himself it's curiosity - then obsession. by the time he realizes it's love, it's already far too late. you're living in his head rent-free, and every attempt he makes to ignore it only makes it worse.
the age gap bothers him more than it bothers you. because he genuinely believes you're too good for him. he's spent years surrounded by violence, crime. meanwhile, you have a normal life, normal friends, normal worries. when he looks at you, it's like looking through a window into a life he never got to have.
despite his reputation, he's surprisingly soft around you. not in a weak way - just different. there are sides of him that nobody else gets to see. he lets you see his exhaustion. lets you see those rare moments when the weight of everything catches up to him. on nights when he comes home tired, he'll rest his head in your lap and close his eyes while you play with his hair.
he acts annoyed when you worry about him, but secretly he loves it. every text asking if he got home safely. every reminder to eat. every time you tell him to get more sleep. nobody has taken care of him like that in years.
sometimes he'll read your messages while sitting in a room full of dangerous men and feel something painfully warm settle in his chest. he won't answer right away - he likes pretending he's cooler than he is but everyone around him notices how much softer his expression gets whenever your name appears on his phone.
sanzu becomes ridiculously protective, though he tries very hard not to be controlling. there's a difference, and he knows it. he understands that you're your own person. he respects your independence. but that doesn't stop him from worrying constantly.
every time you mention going somewhere alone at night, he immediately starts asking questions. every time you take too long to answer a text, he has to physically stop himself from checking whether something happened to you. he trusts you completely.
one of his favorite things is listening to you talk. genuinely listening. you could spend twenty minutes explaining workplace drama, a movie you watched, a random fact you learned online, and he'd sit there absorbing every word. half the time he has no idea why he's so interested. logically, none of it should matter.
compared to the things he deals with daily, your stories are insignificant. but because they're yours, he hangs onto every detail. weeks later he'll casually bring up something you mentioned once and you'll stare at him in surprise because you forgot all about it. meanwhile, he remembered every word.
he develops a habit of buying you things whenever he sees something that reminds him of you. sometimes it's expensive jewelry. sometimes it's a snack from a convenience store. the price doesn't matter. what matters is that he saw it and immediately thought of you.
his apartment slowly fills with evidence of this habit. little trinkets, books, flowers. random gifts with no special occasion attached. when you ask why he keeps bringing you things, he shrugs and mumbles something about having money to waste. the truth is much simpler: he likes seeing you smile.
jealousy is one of sanzu's worst traits, and unlike some people, he doesn't hide it well at all. in fact, sometimes it feels like he doesn't even try. the second he notices someone getting a little too comfortable with you, his entire demeanor changes, his smile disappears, his patience vanishes. suddenly every little thing irritates him. he doesn't sit quietly and pretend everything is fine because everything is not fine.
he'll insert himself into the situation immediately, draping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his side, interrupting conversations, making it painfully obvious that he's unhappy. the problem isn't that he doesn't trust you. he does. it's other people he doesn't trust. unfortunately, when his temper gets involved, that distinction isn't always obvious.
it causes arguments more often than either of you would like. sanzu can be surprisingly sensitive when it comes to you, and jealousy has a habit of dragging every insecurity he has straight to the surface. he'll get irritated over things you consider harmless.
he loves domestic moments more than he'd ever admit. grocery shopping together, cooking dinner, arguing over what movie to watch. falling asleep on opposite sides of the couch because neither of you intended to nap. these moments mean more to him than expensive dates or grand gestures. his entire life is built around danger and unpredictability. with you, things are simple.
there are moments when he looks at you and feels almost overwhelmed by how much he loves you. moments when you're laughing at something stupid, moments when you're half-asleep and mumbling nonsense. his chest actually aches because the feeling is too big, too much. he spent years believing he wasn't capable of loving someone normally. then you came along and proved him wrong.
if anyone ever asked him what his favorite thing about you is, he'd probably scoff and refuse to answer. but privately, the answer would be easy. it's the fact that you see him as a person first. not a monster - just him. and for someone who has spent most of his life being viewed through the lens of violence and chaos, that kind of love feels almost miraculous. even after years together, there are still moments when he catches himself looking at you and thinking the exact same thing:
I can't believe you're real.
sanzu's addiction is probably the thing that scares him most once he falls in love with you. before you, he could ignore the damage he was doing to himself. he didn't care enough to stop. if he woke up miserable, if his body paid the price, if he spiraled, that was his problem. but then you happen.
suddenly there is someone whose face he wants to see tomorrow, someone he wants to come home to, someone whose hands he wants to hold ten years from now. he doesn't magically recover because of love. that's not how addiction works. there are setbacks, bad days, moments where he pushes you away because he's ashamed of himself.
but you're one of the few people who sees the difference between the ruthless bonten executive and the exhausted man underneath. you never treat him like a project to fix, you don't lecture him, you don't try to save him single-handedly - you just stay.
moving to his intimate side, sanzu is the type of man who worships you during sex. the first time he sees you undressed, he can't take his eyes off of you. because of his life, he is more on experienced so he knows what he's doing. once sanzu finds out that you haven't been with anyone before - he makes sure to take care of you more delicately.
he enjoys giving more than receiving for sure and can stay between your legs for hours until you physically can't take it anymore. sanzu hates to admit how much he loves when you're desperate for him. that's why he denies your orgasm quite often to see you fall apart under him.
"haru- please, too much." tears are falling apart from the corner of your eyes as you beg for him to let you cum. sanzu keeps pushing all the right buttons - he's circling your clit, hitting that one spot with his long fingers and licking your cunt nonstop. but then he suddenly stops to look up at you - you're a babbling mess, chanting his name like a prayer and begging for release.
you expect him to be mean about it - but he's not. he would rather die than degrade you during your most vulnerable state.
"you're doin' so good, baby, jus' one more f'me." he praises, his voice vibrating throughout your whole body.
sanzu has a staring problem generally - and it shows during sex as well. sometimes he gets distracted when he sees you, hair messy, face flushed, lips red and bruised and he gets so hard. when you also look back at him and hold eye-contact - sanzu takes it as a challenge and will not look away until he makes you lose.
when he's in a good mood - he likes to tease and make you shy. for example, when your legs are on his shoulders as he pounds into you, you're completely open for him. your eyes are rolling back from the pleasure, your tits are moving up and down and you feel like a mess.
"you look so perfect, baby- fuck, so tight f'me, yeah?"
your face gets even more red at his words and you try to hide your face in your hands but sanzu doesn't let you - he will spread your legs apart and get closer to your face - pinning both of your hands on top of your head and keeps thrusting in and out.
"don' hide from me, sweetheart- wanna look at you."
however, sanzu also loves when you're the one making him flustered especially when he doesn't expect it. he could be working on some documents and you suddenly appear out of nowhere, dressed in his clothes, sitting on top of his lap. at first, he smiles at the sight - his favorite girl showing affection. but when you start making out with him, trailing kisses on his neck and softly grinding on his bulge - sanzu's in heaven.
the papers are long forgotten as he wraps his hands around your waist and helps you move better - his cheeks turn pink like his hair and he gets all whiny and loud. "fuck- baby, you feel so good!" sanzu praises as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him to shut him up.
his favorite position is whatever lets him be as close to you as possible. yes, he enjoys everything you two do together but sanzu is desperate to hold, kiss and bite you. he loves hiding his face in the crook of your neck the most as he pounds into you, leaving marks all over your throat as he smells your scent, hears your moans, taste your skin.
─ RAN HAITANI
the age gap becomes a source of endless teasing. not because he's trying to make you uncomfortable, but because he finds your reactions adorable. every time you call him old, he gasps dramatically like you've mortally wounded him. every birthday becomes an opportunity for you to make a joke about his age and for him to spend the rest of the day pretending he's the victim.
meanwhile, he's secretly very fond of the difference in life experience between you. not in a controlling way - he actually loves hearing your perspective on things. sometimes you'll say something simple, something obvious, and he'll find himself staring because you've managed to make him look at a situation differently.
because he owns multiple clubs and nightlife businesses through bonten's operations, his schedule is unusual. he's often awake when everyone else is asleep and asleep when everyone else is working. yet somehow, he always makes time for you. if that means leaving a club early, he'll leave early. if that means canceling plans, he'll cancel them.
you're more important to him. soon you realize this man, who has entire businesses depending on him, keeps abandoning meetings because you asked if he wanted to get lunch. physical affection comes naturally to him. he's not shy - if he wants to hold your hand, he'll hold your hand. he doesn't think twice about it, doesn't matter if you're in public or not.
his hand is always resting on your knee while you're sitting together, his fingers brushing against yours while walking. his arm draped over the back of your chair. that's just how he is. he likes being close to you.
despite all the teasing, he's actually very attentive. ran notices everything. people often underestimate how observant he is because he acts so relaxed, but he's constantly paying attention. he notices when you're tired before you mention it. notices when you're stressed. notices when your smile seems forced. notices when something is bothering you.
the difference is that he doesn't always address it directly. instead, he'll find little ways to make things easier. maybe he brings your favorite food home. maybe he cancels plans so the two of you can spend the evening together. maybe he distracts you until you're laughing despite yourself. he understands that not every problem can be solved, but he likes making your bad days a little better.
bonten members are used to seeing ran flirt with everyone. they're used to his jokes and his charm. what they're not used to seeing is genuine affection because the version of ran they know is always performing a little bit. then you come along and suddenly he's smiling differently - more soft and warm.
rindou acts annoyed by his brother's antics, but secretly enjoys watching him be happy. the teasing goes both ways. if ran is spending too much time texting you, rindou points it out. if ran cancels plans because you're free that evening, rindou points it out. if ran starts smiling at his phone during a meeting, rindou definitely points it out.
"she texted you, didn't she?"
"mind your business."
despite all the teasing, rindou genuinely likes you. mostly because you're one of the few people capable of getting ran to slow down occasionally. he's spent years watching his brother throw himself into dangerous situations and seeing someone become important enough for ran to think about consequences is reassuring.
one thing about ran is that he absolutely loves sleep. this man can nap anywhere and once you're together, he becomes shameless about using you as a pillow. you'll be sitting on a couch watching television and suddenly there's a head in your lap. you'll be reading a book and feel him leaning against your shoulder. you'll wake up from a nap and discover he's somehow taken up most of the available space despite claiming he wasn't tired twenty minutes ago.
beneath all the jokes and teasing, though, there is a side of ran very few people ever see. despite his confidence, despite how relaxed he appears, he's not immune to fear. he knows exactly what kind of life he lives. he knows how dangerous bonten is. that's why he is always worried about your safety and it's a number one priority for him.
there are moments where you'll catch glimpses of the side of him very few people ever see. usually late at night when you're both lying awake in bed and neither of you feels like sleeping yet. those are the moments where the jokes fade away - where his voice gets quieter, he talks about things he normally keeps buried: childhood memories, regrets, fears. despite how confident he appears, ran carries loneliness too. years of it. and when he trusts you enough to show those parts of himself.
years into the relationship, he'll still look at you the same way he did in the beginning. still reach for your hand automatically. still pull you into his lap during movie nights, still bury his face in your shoulder when he's exhausted, still abandon important plans just because spending time with you sounds more appealing.
ran haitani in bed is something else. he already makes you feel special enough everyday but during sex - he makes you feel heavenly. oh, he knoooows what he's doing. ran is the type that talks you through it for sure. he talks, he teases, he does not shut up. no matter how many times you've gotten intimate - he doesn't fail to make you flustered and shy every single time.
ran is a tall, big man. he's also very strong and can manhandle you however he wishes. he does everything in his power to make you moan louder than before. he feeds off of it.
"like how I fuck you, baby?" he whispers in your ear from behind while pressing his chest down at your back. he's thrusting slow but hard - he goes so deep, you feel him in your tummy. ran slides down a hand to feel himself moving in and out of you. if you don't respond - he stops, cups your face and demands an answer.
"ran, please- don't stop!" you feel frustrated at the loss of an orgasm but once you do as he says - ran continues, pounding even deeper than before, stretching you out so much that your eyes roll back. his hand starts circling your clit and you start to see stars, release taking over you as he fucks you through it. ran haitani likes to take his time during sex. just like sanzu, he also edges you to your limit until you fall apart but he always leaves you satisfied in the end and it makes everything worth it.
most of the time you have sex with ran, you end up in cloud state. if you were shy and hesitant before, now you're babbling nonsense, begging for more - and he never disappoints. he loves to hear you beg for more, moan his name and be desperate as you leave scratches all over his back and arms. he is a masochist more than a sadist - you can slap him, hurt him, scratch whatever you want and it'll only turn him on more.
every time you do try to be dominant, you end up disappointed. ran takes it as a challenge whenever you get on top of him. he lets you have your control but as soon as you start riding him, you fall apart. he starts teasing you, whispering soft praises, playing with your clit and tits, pushing himself up to go in deeper and you lose all your composure. ran ends up rolling you over, getting on top of you and finishing everything on his terms.
"you did good, sweetheart, lemme take over now." he whispers in your ear seductively as he kisses and hits all the right spots.
ran's sex drive is high. he's freaked out almost everyday and can keep going over and over until you pass out from sleep. he tries something new every time you have sex, testing your limits.
one thing he does quite often is wrapping his big, large hands on your throat and staring at your expression while your eyes are rolled back, mouth open from pleasure. the sight of you makes him lose it every time and he has to fight his own body to not cum right on the spot.
ran loves, loves, loves eating you out too much. it always ends up with you pulling on his hair, forcing him stop because it's your third time cumming in a row and you're overstimulated. he frowns but praises you after for doing so good.
ran's big on praise but there are times he's too lost in pleasure and can't control what he says. "such a good slut f'me, fuck, fuck-"
another thing he does is pulling your hair. because of this, one if his favorite position is doggy because he gets to pull your hair and expose your soft neck to him. he leaves marks all over your shoulder and throat as he fucks you from behind. he also gets to whisper sweet praises in your ear and pull you on the edge.
─ RINDOU HAITANI
the age gap is something he thinks about more seriously than he admits. he wants to make sure you're comfortable. he wants to make sure you're making your own decisions. he never wants you to feel pressured by his age, his status, or his position within bonten. once he realizes the relationship is serious, though, he stops overthinking it and simply focuses on making you happy.
out of all the bonten executives, rindou is probably one of the least interested in public displays of affection. not because he's embarrassed of you. quite the opposite, actually. he values the relationship so much that it almost feels private to him - something special. something that belongs to the two of you rather than the rest of the world.
when you're attending events related to the clubs he helps manage and oversee, he stays relatively composed. maybe a hand on the small of your back while guiding you through a crowd. maybe his fingers briefly finding yours. maybe a protective hand on your shoulder.
the moment the two of you are home, he's suddenly attached to your side. he's especially fond of small, quiet touches. if you're cooking dinner, he's leaning against the counter nearby pretending he's not specifically there. but soon enough you feel him wrap his arms around you from behind and place soft kisses on your neck.
rindou often pretends not to care while obviously caring a lot. you'll mention being cold and suddenly a jacket appears over your shoulders. you'll mention being hungry and somehow food arrives. you'll say you're tired and he'll quietly suggest heading home earlier. then when you thank him, he shrugs and acts like it was nothing.
the sweetest thing about him is that he genuinely listens. every little detail you mention gets filed away somewhere in his memory. your favorite drink. the movie you've been wanting to watch. the book you've mentioned three separate times. you'll casually talk about something once and forget about it entirely. then weeks later he'll show up with tickets, reservations, or some small gift connected to that conversation.
late at night is when his softer side appears most often. the city is quiet. the clubs are closed or running without him. bonten feels far away. and suddenly it's just the two of you curled up together in bed. those are the moments where he'll actually talk about things. his worries. his thoughts. memories from years ago. things he would never tell most people.
jealousy is one of the few things capable of bringing that temper out almost instantly. unlike ran, who might tease his way through jealousy, rindou gets noticeably annoyed. if someone is flirting with you, he isn't going to sit there smiling through it. his entire mood drops.
conversations become shorter. his expression gets harder. and if the person continues despite the obvious signs, that's when the irritation starts becoming visible. he'll move closer to you without thinking about it. his hand finds yours. his arm settles around your shoulders. suddenly he's involved in the conversation whether anyone invited him or not - and he will be mean about it!
the worst arguments in your relationship usually happen because rindou has a habit of bottling things up. he's not naturally expressive. if something bothers him, he'll often sit with it for hours before saying anything. unfortunately, by the time he finally speaks up, he's already irritated.
you'll ask what's wrong. he'll say "nothing." you'll ask again. same answer. then three hours later he's suddenly admitting that something from earlier bothered him and now you're both trying to untangle a problem that could've been solved immediately. it's frustrating for both of you. he knows it's frustrating. he just struggles with vulnerability sometimes.
however, one thing about rindou is that he hates staying angry with you. genuinely hates it. arguments make him miserable. even when he's convinced he's right, even when he's still annoyed, he hates the distance that comes afterward. he'll sit alone replaying the conversation in his head, picking apart every sentence, wondering if he handled things poorly. sometimes his pride gets in the way for a little while, but eventually the need to fix things wins every single time.
rindou is also quite experienced when it comes to sex. he knows what buttons to push - he's quiet but focused. at first he won't initiate anything, afraid to make you uncomfortable. he's so hesitant during the first time but once he notices you're nervous, he becomes gentle and guides you through it.
rindou is much softer with you and it takes him a long time for him to get the hang of the relationship. before you, his sex life was pretty much one-night-stands. with you, he doesn't want to mess up so he does everything in his power to make you feel secure and safe. he asks you occasionally if you're okay.
unlike the other two, rindou is much thicker in size and the way he stretches you out feels heavenly every time. he's not much of a talker - all you hear from him are occasional grunts and groans. although, your moans are his favorite thing to hear.
rindou doesn't usually like to shut you up but there are moments when he gets the urge to push his fingers down your throat. it's not that you're being too loud- no, he could listen to you all day if he wanted to. it's just the sight of you sucking on his fingers pulls him to the edge.
rindou works out almost everyday so he is pretty built and strong. when you point out how amazing his biceps look, he gets flustered. later that day, he makes sure to show you how strong he really is. just like his brother, rin's also into choking - but he chokes you with his biceps instead.
you're on your knees and elbows when he thrusts into you from behind. he forces you up by pulling your hair and headlocks your neck in his big, strong arms. your back arches and you feel him hit spots you didn't even know existed.
unexpectedly, you and rindou get so lost in the pleasure, you have to discuss having a safe word. he could be eating you out, fucking you into oblivion and then making you sit on his face and all of a sudden, you're too overwhelmed, your body aching from both pain and pleasure.
speaking of face-sitting, rin is into every position where you're on top of him. oh, how much he loooves having you ride him on the couch after a long, tiring day. he still makes sure to help you move better if you get tired. if you complain too much, he gets a little "mean" and tells you to take it because "you're a good girl for me, yeah?". will praise you endlessly after you're done, though.
rin is a very touch-starved man. he likes to feel you close. 99% of the time he's sweet but angry sex with rindou is something entirely different. it usually happens when he gets jealous. when he noticed someone hitting you up at his club and he got genuinely irritated.
he obviously doesn't mention why his mood changed until you ask and that's when he loses all his composure - tying you up the to the bed and taking out all his anger on you. that's when he first realizes he enjoys overstimulating you a bit too much. he can't help himself the way he licks all over your cunt while pushing fingers deep inside you. your hands are tied up so you can't hold on to anything and you feel helpless and vulnerable under him but he's making you feel so good.
if you couldn't tell already, rindou would rather give than receive. but there are times, you want to do something for him too. rin's a bit hesitant when you first go down on him. he's the one that feels overwhelmed this time - the way your mouth feels so warm and amazing around him, the way your tongue moves around his tip.
rindou loves to manhandle and use his strength on you. your legs could be on his shoulders, you're so close to cumming and he suddenly decides to flip you on your stomach and push his dick deeper from behind. he also enjoys fucking into you on the shower wall, hands under your thighs while he's holding you up. he groans at how your walls squeeze him tight and bites your neck out of frustration.
his head rolls backwards from the pleasure as he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you down deeper, reaching your throat. that's the first time you hear him moan out of pleasure. "fuck- jus' like that, don't stop-" he's completely lost in pleasure as you bob your head up and down nonstop. looking at you on your knees as you suck him off becomes his favorite sight of you.
kakucho doesn’t react loudly when something happens around you. he doesn’t raise his voice or make a scene. he just notices everything first. if someone makes you uncomfortable, he registers it immediately, but he doesn’t act right away. he decides and calculates. when he finally speaks, it’s already over for whoever crossed the line.
you don’t really have to explain when something feels off. kakucho already sees it. the way your posture changes. the way your answers get shorter. the way you go quieter in rooms where you’re not fully comfortable. especially around bonten members who are louder by nature, he notices everything you don’t say.
he adjusts without making it obvious - moving closer, redirecting conversations if they start leaning too far. if it’s necessary, he shuts it down with just your name and a tone that makes people stop. later, when it’s just you, he’ll ask, “was that too much?” and if you say yes, he just nods once. “i’ll handle it better next time.” no argument. no questioning.
even sanzu, who pushes most limits, is noticeably more restrained when kakucho is near you. ran jokes about it once. “you’re the only one who can silence him.” kakucho doesn’t respond. later, when sanzu makes a comment that even slightly crosses a line, kakucho just says, “don’t.” and it’s enough.
kakucho is a hopeless romantic at heart - also extremely loyal and attentive when it comes to you. just because he's busy most of the time, doesn't mean he won't take you out on dates often. he always makes time for you and if something too important happens and your plans change, kakucho will make sure to make it up to you with flowers and lots of gifts - he takes this very seriously.
because of his past, it was difficult for him to put down the walls around you at first. when you first started dating, he was restricting himself of showing affection. after kakucho gets comfortable, it gets difficult for him to hide his love for you. behind closed doors, he loves holding you close to him. he enjoys making out on the couch and hugging you from behind while you're cooking.
cuddling you to sleep every night also fixes his insomnia. after spending a few nights together, he learns that he has no nightmares when you're around. whenever he can't sleep, kakucho will randomly show up at your place in the middle of the night saying "I can't sleep without you" as you welcome him into your embrace and warm comfy bed. he passes out like a baby as soon as he's in your arms.
oh, bonten kakucho is the most touch-starved person ever. he would never admit that but he is longing for a hug - he physically and emotionally needs it. the first time you cuddled up with him on the couch, he was beaming with that warm feeling in his chest. he immediately wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer.
⊹ people assume he’d want somebody loud enough to match his energy but his entire life is noise, meetings, violence, people demanding things from him, chaos everywhere. when he comes home and finds you curled up on the couch reading or scrolling through your phone in complete silence, it genuinely relaxes him.
sometimes he’ll just flop down beside you and put his head in your lap. neither of you say anything for half an hour. he doesn’t need conversation. he just likes being near you. spending quality time with you is the best part of his day.
⊹ everyone in bonten knows you’re his weak spot. everyone knows. the second your name comes up, sanzu changes completely. his expression softens. his voice loses that dangerous edge. he’ll answer your texts in the middle of important conversations and not even try to hide it.
the funniest part is that he thinks he’s subtle but he isn’t. one time somebody joked that you had him wrapped around your finger. the room went completely silent. everyone expected sanzu to get angry. instead he shrugged and said, “yeah, obviously.”
⊹ he gets ridiculously soft when you’re affectionate first. normally sanzu is the clingy one. he’ll throw an arm around your shoulders, pull you into his lap, grab your hand whenever he feels like it. but the rare moments when you initiate affection - he completely malfunctions.
if you quietly take his hand first, he’ll stare at you for a second because he genuinely wasn’t expecting it. if you lean against him while you’re sleepy, he immediately goes quiet. he’ll act normal on the outside but he’s replaying that moment for the next three business days.
⊹ if you’re talking to someone else for too long, he’ll eventually wander over. if you’re sitting across the room, he’ll somehow end up beside you within ten minutes. if everyone’s gathered together, his arm ends up resting against yours before he even realizes he’s moved.
one night you’re sitting with ran and rindou while they’re telling some ridiculous story. you’re actually laughing - a rare enough occurrence. twenty minutes later, sanzu walks into the room, takes one look at the situation, and immediately sits beside you.
ran raises an eyebrow. “we’re having a conversation.”
sanzu glances toward you. “not anymore.” he says as he takes you over to his office.
⊹ there are nights when bonten keeps him out until ridiculous hours. nights where everything goes wrong. nights where he’s exhausted, irritated, and running entirely on caffeine and stubbornness. during those nights he becomes quieter than usual. not angry. just tired. and no matter how late it gets, eventually he texts you.
“awake?”
“you home?”
or sometimes just your name.
the first time it happens, you ask if something’s wrong.
“nothing’s wrong.”
“then why are you texting me at 3 a.m.?”
there’s a long pause. another minute passes. finally his reply appears.
“wanted to hear from you.”
⊹ he develops this habit of pressing a kiss against your forehead whenever he walks past you. sometimes it’s your temple. sometimes your cheek. sometimes the top of your head while you’re focused on something else. half the time he isn’t even paying attention to what he’s doing. it’s become so normal that neither of you notices it anymore until one day kakucho does.
you’re standing in the kitchen talking quietly about something. sanzu walks by, leans down, presses a quick kiss against your hair, and keeps walking without breaking the conversation he’s having on the phone.
kakucho stares.
“…what?” sanzu stares back.
“nothing.”
⊹ after something genuinely dangerous happens, sanzu spends the next few days sticking unusually close to you. he’ll deny it if anyone points it out. claim it’s coincidence. act irritated whenever rindou starts making comments but everyone notices.
especially you. he keeps reaching for you. checking that you’re there. touching your shoulder when he walks past. pulling you beside him on the couch. resting a hand on your back whenever you’re standing nearby. eventually you ask him about it.
“you’ve been acting weird.”
he looks at you for a second.
“thought I lost you.”
the words leave his mouth before he can stop them because sanzu almost never admits things like that. after a moment, he sighs and pulls you closer against his side.
⊹ mikey who shows up outside your house completely unannounced with a helmet in one hand and a sleepy smile on his face. he never has a plan beyond “wanted to see you,” but the nights always turn into aimless rides, convenience store snacks, and watching the sunrise from somewhere only the two of you know.
⊹ mikey who absolutely melts when you play with his hair. he’ll pretend not to care at first, but within minutes his eyes are drifting shut and he’s leaning harder into your touch. if you stop, he doesn’t ask you to continue - he simply nudges your hand with the top of his head until your fingers disappear into his hair again.
⊹ mikey who loves sharing food with you, except “sharing” means taking a bite from your plate before you’ve even touched it. when you complain, he’ll split the last piece of his own snack in half and carefully hand you the bigger portion without saying a word.
⊹ mikey who gets sleepy around you more than anyone else. the second the room gets quiet, he’s finding somewhere to rest against you, eyes half-lidded and completely at peace. if you wake him because you have to leave, he’ll blink at you in confusion and mumble, “can’t you stay five more minutes?”
⊹ mikey who isn’t always great at putting his feelings into words, so he says them through tiny actions instead. he notices when you’re cold before you do and drapes his jacket over your shoulders, saves the last bite of dessert because he knows you’ll like it, and quietly walks on the side closest to traffic every single time.
⊹ mikey who looks at you with complete, uncomplicated trust. after a rough day, he’ll flop onto your couch and stare at the ceiling until you sit beside him, then inch closer until your shoulders touch. he never asks to be comforted outright, but the way he settles against you says more than enough.
⊹ mikey who kisses you like he’s still a little surprised he gets to. most of them are quick pecks before hopping on his bike or after walking you home, but every so often he’ll cup your face with both hands, smile against your lips, and stay there for just a second longer because he doesn’t feel any rush to pull away.
⊹ mikey who remembers tiny things you mentioned months ago without realizing they mattered. you once pointed at a claw machine plushie and called it cute, and weeks later he casually drops it into your lap after somehow winning it on his first try. when you ask why he got it, he just blinks. “because you liked it.”
⊹ mikey who can fall asleep almost anywhere, but insists he sleeps best with you nearby. if you’re watching a movie together, there’s a good chance you’ll look over halfway through and find him dozing off with his head on your shoulder and one hand loosely holding onto your sleeve so you can’t wander off without waking him.
⊹ mikey who gets quietly jealous rather than dramatic. if someone else is making you laugh a little too much, he doesn’t interrupt or start an argument - he simply wanders over, slips into the space beside you, and casually hooks his arm around yours as though that’s where it’s always been. he won’t even look at the other person. he’s only paying attention to whether you lean into him.
⊹ mikey who has an uncanny sense for when you’re nearby in a crowd. toman could be celebrating after a meeting with dozens of people talking over one another, but the moment he hears your voice, his head turns immediately. within seconds he’s weaving through everyone until he’s standing next to you.
⊹ mikey who instinctively reaches for the back of your shirt whenever you’re walking through crowded places. it isn’t because he thinks you’ll get lost - it just reassures him that you’re there. sometimes he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until you glance back at him and smile.
⊹ mikey who becomes surprisingly protective when you’re exhausted. if you’re pushing yourself too hard, he’ll gently take whatever you’re carrying out of your hands and tell you to take a break in the same matter-of-fact tone he uses to order food. there’s no teasing in moments like that - just quiet certainty that he’s going to help whether you protest or not.
⊹ mikey who isn’t possessive in words but in habits. your drink somehow ends up in his hand after one sip, he steals bites from your plate without asking, and he automatically saves you a seat wherever he goes. the people around him stop questioning it after a while because if there’s an empty spot next to mikey, everyone already knows who it’s for.
⊹ mikey who kisses you with so much love that makes your chest ache. he’ll pause right before you leave, brush his forehead against yours, and press one soft kiss to your lips before stepping back. then, after a second of thinking, he’ll lean in for another because one never quite feels like enough.
⊹ mikey who acts fearless in front of everyone else but relaxes completely when he’s with you. on nights when the responsibilities of leading toman weigh heavier than he lets on, he rests his head against your shoulder and closes his eyes. he doesn’t ask you to fix anything. he just stays there, comforted by the simple fact that you’re still beside him.
hanma has a terrible habit of disappearing for hours and then showing up like nothing happened, with a cigarette already between his fingers and a grin that tells you he’s been somewhere he probably shouldn’t have been. before he says hello, he flicks the ash away, takes one last drag, and makes a point of standing downwind so the smoke doesn’t blow into your face. “don’t give me that look,” he laughs when you wrinkle your nose.
he gets jealous far more easily than he admits. if another guy is making you laugh for a little too long, hanma doesn’t interrupt the conversation right away. instead, he casually drapes an arm across your shoulders from behind and leans just enough of his weight onto you that it’s obvious where his attention is. hanma's smile never fades, but there’s something sharp underneath it that convinces most people to move along.
walking through the city with him feels like following a storm cloud. one minute he’s joking around, trying to make you laugh so hard you can barely breathe, and the next his expression hardens because he noticed someone watching too closely. hanma doesn’t explain the change. he simply reaches for your hand, tucks you onto the side farthest from the street, and keeps moving.
he steals your lighter constantly even though he owns three of his own. days later you’ll find it in the pocket of his jacket, scratched up from being tossed around with keys and coins. when you complain, he just shrugs and says, “guess you’ll have to keep hanging around me if you want it back.”
for someone who acts carefree, shuji notices tiny details about you. if you’re quieter than usual, he catches it within minutes. if you skip lunch, he somehow finds out. he’ll toss you a drink or a snack with a lazy “eat,” pretending not to care whether you listen, but he keeps watching until you do.
hanma acts like your belongings are shared property. your jacket ends up on his shoulders, your headphones vanish into his pocket, and he’ll borrow your hoodie for days before giving it back smelling faintly of cigarettes and city air. when you ask why he never wears his own clothes instead, he smirks. “yours are better.”
he never admits when he’s worried about you, but it shows in other ways. if you’re walking home late, he suddenly “happens” to be nearby. if your plans change unexpectedly, he appears before you even have the chance to call. when you point out the coincidence, hanma just laughs and says the city isn’t that big.
he likes making you laugh because it’s one of the few sounds that cuts through the constant noise in his own head. even on rough days, he’ll tell ridiculous stories or exaggerate something that happened just to see you roll your eyes and smile. when it works, shuji looks oddly satisfied.
there are nights when he’s quieter than usual, cigarette burning low between his fingers as the city lights reflect in his eyes. instead of talking, he simply sits close enough that your shoulders touch, occasionally nudging you with his elbow to make sure you’re still there. words aren’t really his style, but the fact that he chooses your company over anything else says enough.
whenever hanma's been away for a while, the first thing he does when he sees you is look you over from head to toe. he never says what he’s checking for, but you know he’s making sure you’re unhurt. only after he’s satisfied does the lazy grin return to his face, followed by some sarcastic comment to cover up how relieved he actually is.
he smokes more when he’s stressed, but around you he tries to cut himself off halfway through. there are nights when you catch him staring at the cigarette between his fingers before sighing and putting it out early. if you ask why, he shrugs and mumbles, “you complain about the smell.” the truth is he likes when your hair carries your perfume instead of smoke after you hug him.
shuji keeps little reminders of you in places nobody would think to look. a photo booth strip tucked into his wallet behind folded bills. an old receipt with your handwriting on it shoved inside his jacket pocket. a cheap keychain you won for him that dangles from his motorcycle keys despite looking completely out of place. if anyone ever noticed, he’d deny caring so fast it would almost be convincing.
he hates saying goodbye. instead of admitting it, he creates excuses to stretch every farewell by another minute. he’ll ask one more pointless question, borrow your lighter only to hand it back immediately, or suddenly remember something funny he forgot to tell you. eventually you realize he isn’t trying to keep the conversation going - he’s trying to delay walking away from you.
every now and then you wake up in the middle of the night to find him still awake beside you, staring at the ceiling. when shuji notices you looking, he flashes that familiar crooked grin and claims he just can’t sleep. what he doesn’t admit is that he sometimes stays awake listening to the rhythm of your breathing because it’s one of the only things that slows his racing mind.
when hanma gets hurt, his instinct is to hide it. he’d rather joke about the bruise than let you see how much it aches. but if you discover it anyway and insist on patching him up, he becomes unusually cooperative, sitting still while you work and watching your face the entire time. by the end, he’s smiling - not because the pain is gone, but because someone cared enough to make him stop pretending.
if you absentmindedly play with hanma's hair while sitting together, he practically melts without realizing it. his eyes drift shut, his shoulders loosen, and the constant restless energy he carries finally settles. he’d never admit how much he likes it, but the next time you’re together he somehow always ends up sitting close enough for you to do it again.
on nights when work runs late, he never tells you details, but you can always tell how serious things were by the way he comes home. sometimes he’s relaxed enough to flop onto the couch and pull you into his lap immediately. other nights he stands silently in the doorway for a long minute before finally crossing the room just to wrap both arms around you without saying anything.
ran’s surprisingly clingy in private. if you’re cooking, he’s leaning against the counter close enough that your hips bump into his every few seconds. if you’re reading, his head ends up in your lap. if you’re watching a movie, his fingers stay tangled with yours the entire time. he acts composed in public, but behind closed doors he’s always finding an excuse to touch you.
every bruise on him makes you frown, and every time you reach out to inspect one he pretends it doesn’t hurt. “looks worse than it is,” he says with a lazy grin, even when you know better. then he lets you clean the scrape anyway, sitting perfectly still while you dab at his skin, watching your face instead of the wound because seeing you fuss over him softens something inside him.
there are certain phone calls ran refuses to answer in front of you. his expression doesn’t change, but he’ll quietly step onto the balcony or into another room before returning five minutes later with that smug smile back in place. if you ask whether everything’s okay, he cups your cheek and answers, “it is now.”
when he’s away overnight, he always calls before you go to bed. the conversations are rarely long, sometimes only a few minutes, but he insists on hearing your voice. if you tell him you miss him, there’s a pause on the line before he quietly admits that he’s already counting the hours until he gets back.
despite his reputation, ran almost never raises his voice around you. disagreements end with him sitting beside you until both of you have calmed down enough to talk. he’d rather spend an hour solving a misunderstanding than risk letting resentment settle between you.
he keeps a spare key to your place and encourages you to keep one to his, but he also changes security codes more often than seems necessary. cameras get upgraded, locks get replaced, unfamiliar cars parked outside are quietly looked into. ran never explains the precautions in detail, only tells you with complete seriousness that your safety is something he refuses to compromise on.
sometimes you wake in the middle of the night because he’s shifted closer in his sleep, one arm heavy around your waist and his face tucked into the back of your neck. he unconsciously seeks you out when he’s asleep, as though his body has a mind of its own.
ran never promises that his life is safe, because it isn’t. instead, he promises that he’ll always come back to you if he possibly can, and he keeps proving it over and over again. no matter how late the hour or how demanding the day has been, the first thing he does when he walks through the door is find you, smile like the weight has finally lifted off him, and pull you into a hug that lingers just a little longer than the last one.
he has your location turned on, and unlike other people who pretend they never check it, he absolutely does. if you stop somewhere unexpected for too long, your phone lights up with a notification, “everything okay?” followed by, “want me to come get you?” he never frames it as control. in his mind, knowing where you are is the only way he can make sure nothing ever reaches you.
no matter how late he gets home, he looks for you first. if you’re asleep on the couch, he doesn’t wake you. he kneels beside you for a moment just to watch you breathe, brushes your hair away from your face, and carries you to bed with surprising care. even after setting you down, he lingers, smoothing the blankets around you before climbing in beside you.
ran has a habit of memorizing your routines, and when they change unexpectedly he notices immediately. if you usually order coffee at nine and skip it one morning, he asks if you’re feeling all right. if you sound slightly tired over the phone, he’s at your door that evening with your favorite dessert and flowers.
ran loves slow mornings because they’re the only time the outside world can’t demand anything from him. he stays tangled up with you under the blankets, pressing lazy kisses to your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth until you’re laughing and trying to push him away. “five more minutes,” he mumbles every single time, tightening his arms around your waist. “they can all wait.”
you wake up because something warm is holding you in place. for a second you’re too sleepy to figure out what it is, until you feel a lazy hand spread across your waist and the steady rise and fall of someone else’s breathing against the back of your neck.
behind you, ran is still asleep, face buried into your shoulder, one leg thrown carelessly over yours. his hair brushes your cheek every time he breathes, impossibly soft, and every now and then his fingers twitch against your side as if he’s dreaming. you try to shift just enough to get comfortable but his grip tightens instantly.
“don’t,” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper.
"ran, lemme go" you try to squeak your way out of his grasp.
he hums in disagreement, eyes still closed, and nudges even closer until there’s practically no room left between you. the blanket slips down around your shoulders, so he reaches for it without looking and drags it back over both of you, making sure you’re covered before settling again.
ran presses a sleepy kiss to the top of your head and sighs contentedly. “nah, it’s too early.” he says it like it’s obvious, like the world can wait another hour because the bed is warm and you’re here. you glance toward the clock on the nightstand. it's almost afternoon.
his thumb traces absent circles against your side, slow enough that it almost lulls you back to sleep. when you roll over to face him, he finally opens one eye.
“hello, pretty,” he says quietly. his hair is sticking out in every direction, sleep still heavy in his expression, and he doesn’t seem to care in the slightest. he tucks a strand of yours behind your ear before letting his hand rest against your cheek, studying you.
"hello to you too, sleepyhead"
he only smiles at your response and pulls you into his chest.
the mattress dips as he shifts, wrapping both arms around you until your forehead is tucked beneath his chin. you can hear the slow rhythm of his heartbeat, feel the quiet vibration when he laughs under his breath because your cold hands sneak beneath the fabric of his shirt.
ran stares at you for a minute, the sun shining on your face, making you look dreamy in his eyes. he pushes a strand of your hair behind your ear and gently brushes his thumb across your cheek. he slowly leans in for a kiss. your mouth parts at the contact as he softly plants his lips on yours.
the kiss starts to deepen - your breath coming faster. ran's hand slides down your back, pulling you closer until there is no space left between you. his lips become bolder, more insistent, as he tilts his head to feel you closer. ran’s hands are everywhere - fingers trembling slightly as they grip your waist, slide up your back under the thin fabric of your shirt.
his mouth crashes into yours again and again - kissing you hard now, desperate and hungry like he hasn’t kissed you in years. every breath is shared between frantic presses of lips. his tongue slips past yours, warm and insistent. a soft gasp escapes you; he chases your lips with another deep kiss.
he rolls onto his back without breaking contact, pulling you on top of him so tightly there’s no space. one hand tangles fiercely in your hair while the other grips the curve at the small of your back.
ran’s breath comes in short, hot puffs against your lips as the kiss grows messier, urgent. his hands roam with need: one sliding up under your shirt to trace the bare skin of your spine, sending shivers through both of you; the other gripping hard at your waist
he kisses you like a starved man - lips moving fast and wet. every time his tongue meets yours, it sparks a jolt straight to his chest and he groans low in his throat without thinking. his hips lift slightly off the bed on instinct when you shift above him, pressing closer, chasing friction.
the movement starts small - just the subtle roll of ran’s hips up into yours, testing. but with a quiet whimper muffled by your kiss, he grinds against you again, slower and harder this time. the heat between you builds fast; both still fully clothed but feeling everything through layers of fabric.
you break the kiss only to gasp for air but he immediately dives back in, mouth crashing onto yours as his body moves beneath you, rhythmic, desperately humping through the clothes. every shift sends sparks through his nerves. ran loses himself in the sensation, each roll of his hips sending waves of heat through him.
ran kisses you wildly, lips slick and parted, teeth grazing your bottom lip by accident before he soothes it with another deep kiss. every movement becomes instinct: grind up into you, chase the pressure.
his breathing is ragged - chest rising fast under yours. a soft whine escapes your lips when the friction hits just right. ran's hand slips down to squeeze your thigh before spreading it wider around his waist, opening space for even deeper contact.
suddenly the door swings open with a loud thud - no knock, no warning. sanzu steps in, grinning like an idiot until he sees you two - ran beneath you, both flushed and breathless, lips swollen from kissing, clothes rumpled - the air thick with tension.
his smile drops instantly. “oh-"
“get the fuck out” ran threatens immediately - voice raw and furious. he jerks back so fast it nearly throws you off him. he’s red-faced, not just from embarrassment but pure rage at being interrupted right then. sanzu blinks rapidly as ran grabs the nearest pillow and hurls it across the room at his head.
“fuck's sake!"
your face burns instantly, cheeks flushing deep red. you’re still half-straddling ran, your lips tingling from the kiss that just got interrupted, heart pounding, eyes darting to sanzu who immediately starts backing out of the room with both hands up.
“sorry, sweetheart" ran drawls, voice dripping with fake innocence. his hands slide down your sides now, not tender like before but ticklish. he shifts smoothly - rolling over you in one fluid motion until he’s hovering above. instead of kissing you, he gently lowers himself until his head comes to rest right on your chest, just above your heart.
you can feel his warmth through both layers of clothes. his hair tickles your chin slightly as it spills over the pillow beside you. ran sighs and nuzzles into the curve between your collarbone and shoulder, claiming his favorite spot.
his arms slip around your waist loosely, perfectly comfortable with silence. a soft chuckle rumbles from his chest as he squeezes you slightly. you bury your face into him instantly to hide how flustered that made you but it only makes ran laugh again.
you just stay there, tangled together beneath the blankets while the morning drifts by unnoticed, ran absentmindedly brushing his fingers through your hair every few seconds as if making sure you’re still real, every so often squeezing you a little tighter whenever you shift, never quite ready to let go.
guys should i get back to writing for tokyo rev (*´-`) is there anyone left in the fandom who reads fanfics... interact plsssssss cuz I really wanna write for themmmm!!
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