I'm also a writer who's trying they're best to deal with adhd autism and short term memory loss and depression on a daily basis along with other issues
wanted to set my boundaries before anything else! ≧∇≦
As expected I accept zero bullshit including fat shaming, bullying, death threats, racism, Ablelism ect
If you do that to anyone or me you can get the fuck away from me dni
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.
!fluff since I'm thinking of toman manjiro but him trying to teach gf!reader How to do his signature kick just to end up laughing at how bad it ended up being
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.
Oh nothing just thinking about which tr!guys would get frustrated over !wifereader telling them they cancelled a hair or nail appointment because they couldn't afford it as if they dont offer/demand to fund all of !readers expenses for those things...
♡ SFW->NSFW real fast, fem reader obvi, wife!reader, final timeline!Tora, mention of Baji and Chifuyu, mentions of sex and pregnancy, set after the birth of your 2nd kid ♡
note: you can find the first post about girl dad!Tora here but you don't need to read it to enjoy these hcs 💖
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🐯 Husband!Tora who always dotes on you, his pretty little wife and the mother of his children
🐯 Husband!Tora who practically forces you to leave the house and have some time for yourself
🐯 Husband!Tora who takes the kids and drops them off to spend some time with Baji and Chifuyu so he can have you all to himself for the day
🐯 Husband!Tora who pinches and kneads your butt whenever you're alone together; who trails kisses down your neck and nips at your ear, smiling when you giggle and playfully hit his shoulder in protest
🐯 Husband!Tora who's eager to get you into bed so you can give him a 3rd child
🐯 Husband!Tora who lifts your legs over his shoulders so he can get as deep as possible in your sloppy cunt
🐯 Husband!Tora who whispers sweet nothings in your ear about how good of a mother and wife you are, how he's going to spoil you rotten while you're pregnant with his next baby
🐯 Husband!Tora who pummels you into the mattress until you're begging him to cum inside you
🐯 Husband!Tora who pumps you full of his seed and watches in awe as it leaks out of you, complimenting you about how good you are to him and how excited he is to have another baby with you
🐯 Husband!Tora who'll fuck you every night until he's 100% sure that you're pregnant and is absolutely ready to spoil and take care of you while you're swollen with his child
Imagine Tora/sanzu giving reader a tummy bulge and pushing down on her womb 🤤🤤🤤
imagine HANEMIYA KAZUTORA who’s panting like a damn dog over you, his every breath hot ’nd brushing against each sensitive point across the structure of your face. his cock is stuffed so damn deep into your tummy that it’s almost uncomfortable; emphasis on almost.
but it’s so wonderfully deep, on the verge of discomfort but at the edge of perfection with each little spurt of his hips diving ’nd smacking against yours with loud slaps.
the view he got with this, to see the tears in your rolled-back eyes forming with each rut of his hips into your own, his lips turning upwards as he licked a long stripe up the contoure of your inner thighs, placed on his shoulders.
his lips, mockingly smiling at the pathetic sight in front of him, twitched with each push of his girth inside your gummy walls, tip repeatedly hitting your g-spot witheach thrust. he tried so deeply to hide the sensitivity of his own pleasures ’nd keep his ’dominant side’ showing.
but his eyes were unfocused, blurring almost obscenely for the way they focused directly on the little bulge in your tummy, aligning in perfect shape of his cock slicing through you.
“p-prettyyyy.. pretty girl,” he whispered, words breathless against your skin ’nd sending shivers down your arched-up spine. his palm, once holding your leg was long forgotten, but now pushing down ’nd rubbing that pretty bulge in your tummy, only causing more tears ’nd whiny moans to spill.
“t-tooraa—” a long, drawn-out moan of his name—the shortened, cute version of his name—spilling past your lips like a symphony. seeing him so dazed on the shape of his own cock piercing through your skin was a mixture of mesmerizing and arousing more at once.
just the way his index ’nd middle finger drew stuck together, the ridges of his palms rubbing firmly against the bulge created in your womb had you spacing out, mind numbingly focused solely on how good it felt to have him so damn deep.
“so- so damn pretty, god, you’re beautiful.” he leaned down, his entire hand pushing pressure down on that cute little bulge as he pressed his lips against yours, feeling each movement of his dick with each ’nd every rock of his hips against his hand.
“t-tormmph..” it was like you had forgotten the purpose your words came out as you felt the curve of his lips against yours—curved upwards in a messy smile as his tongue hungrily found your own, exploring every crevice and leaving nothing left unexplored.
“jus’ be quiet...” he muttered lowly against your lips, his eyes blinking open slowly to admire that fucked-out, pleasure strucken look on your face. god, you were so pretty to him like this, his pretty girl. ♡
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 cound│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.
My brain will not stop working and I can't stop thinking about Kazutora trying to threaten medical staff because how expensive a blood transfusion is for !reader after she did some stupid shit
Kazutora and Izana being so similar yet so different is actually brain-breaking, because if they were around at the same time, I know they'd be an absolute shitstorm of a duo if Izana didn't know Kazutora killed Shin. 😭
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.
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