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.
summary: tired of being ignored for a late-night match, you take matters into your own hands.
little did you know that a frantic clash against the keyboard accidentally clicks his webcam wide open, giving his teammates a front-row seat to the entire thing.
tags: mdni 18+, desk sex, unprotected sex, established relationship, exhibitionism (accidental camera stream), voyeurism, guys being a pervy (sanzu and ran), pet names, handjob, spitting
🎴🎌 ctto of this scrumptious rindou fanart i stumbled upon on (っ'ཀ')っ ♡
the sharp clicks of a mouse, the rapid and aggressive tap of keys, and the smug, mocking bite in rindou’s voice dragged you out of sleep.
you blinked against the dim, neon tinted light of his room, stretching out into the warm space where he’d been lying beside you not too long ago. the sheets still heavy with the scent of cigarettes and his expensive cologne.
with a sleepy groan, you fell into that slow, lazy stretch, arms pulling up, back arching, and toes pointing beneath the tangled sheets. your hand aimlessly reached over for him, looking for that familiar warmth, only to catch nothing but cold, empty air.
figures. typical rin behavior.
you spotted the crumpled scrap of black lace on the floor, right where he’d tossed it earlier in his damn hurry to get you undressed. you reached down, slipping it back on, the familiar fabric cool against your skin. the matching bra was nowhere in sight, but that wasn’t unusual.
it never stayed on for long when you were with rindou, anyway.
when you sat up, a quick glance at the clock told you it was past midnight. the neon glow from his monitor painted the side of his face, casting sharp shadows over his tattoos. he was slouched in his gaming chair. the overpriced, ridiculous one he swore was “worth every yen” with his headset on, leaned forward with that typical arrogant posture. his hair was still a mess from earlier, but his eyes were locked on the screen like you didn’t even exist.
“rin,” you murmured, voice still rough from sleep as you padded across the room, stopping beside his gaming chair.
no answer. just more clicking and a muttered, “fuck! we gotta win the next round, you fuckers!”
you tried again, a little louder. “rinnie.”
from his headset came familiar voices, ran's sharp laugh and sanzu's low taunting rumble.
“yo, rindou,” sanzu drawled, “your girl’s up.”
you froze, instinctively folding your arms across your bare chest even though you’d already slipped your underwear back on, the matching bra still missing somewhere in the room. your gaze darted to the small webcam perched above the monitor.
“they can see me?” you asked, narrowing your eyes as you instinctively took a small step to the side, moving just out of the camera’s immediate scope.
“relax,” rindou muttered, his fingers still flying across the keys without missing a beat. “they don’t care, baby. don't trip.”
then sanzu's chuckle rolled through the headset, dripping with malice and amusement. “it’s not like this is new. we’ve even heard you before, doll.”
your head snapped toward the screen, face burning. “WHAT?”
rindou didn’t even blink, completely unbothered by the fact that his gang knew his business. “homies know i fuck my baby well,” he said, lips curling into a smug, arrogant grin as his hand reached out and gave your ass a quick, sharp slap before going right back to the mouse.
sanzu laughed again, low, slow, and entirely too amused. “i wouldn’t mind if she came a little closer to the lens though. let us see what you're hiding, rindou.”
that earned a smirk from you as you perched yourself on the armrest of his gaming chair, facing rindou. your back was toward the camera, giving them a clear view of your curves and the hint of black lace you were wearing.
“at least someone’s paying attention,” you murmured, letting your eyes flick briefly to the camera lens, at sanzu, before looking back at rindou.
sanzu’s laugh came through the headset, raspy and mocking. “damn, rindou… how the fuck are you so focused on the game right now? i’m more distracted than you, bro. let me get a look.”
a chuckle followed from ran, smooth, lazy, and entirely too amused by his little brother. “no kidding. ignore the match, rin-rin.”
rindou didn’t even crack a smile. his jaw tightened, his sharp eyes narrowing through his glasses. “know your place, idiots,” he said flatly, his tone dripping with hot delinquent pride.
he set the controller down, one hand gripping your hip with bruising force as he guided you off the armrest. the comms went quiet for half a second before breaking into low, appreciative whistles as you rose to your feet, only to step between his legs and settle onto the chair, straddling his lap.
“holy shit-” sanzu muttered, the sound of him scoffing echoing over the mic.
“damn, that’s a show,” ran added, completely loving the chaos.
rindou’s attention was entirely on you now, the game forgotten. both of his hands slid up and down your bare sides with deliberate, heavy strokes, his palms warm against your skin. you steadied yourself with your hands on his shoulders, one drifting up to cup his face, your thumb brushing his cheekbone in lazy circles. you leaned in to pepper a few loud, playful kisses across his sharp jawline before his head dipped lower, lips pressing a rough kiss to one breast, then the other, acting like he had all the time in the world for you and absolutely zero for the rest of the gang.
“this is making me hard, bro,” sanzu’s voice suddenly drawled through the headset, entirely shameless.
you blinked, pulled back to reality, the heat in your cheeks spiking when it hit you.
the boys could actually see you.
and they’d seen a lot.
worse, this wasn’t the first time rindou had let them catch a glimpse. typical arrogant haitani behavior, always showing off what's his. gods, rindou. why would you- ugh.
you turned your head toward the monitor at sanzu’s voice, and the movement shifted your torso, offering them a perfect view of the swell of your chest.
rindou’s hand came up immediately, covering your chest in a suffocatingly possessive grip, fingers curling tightly into your skin to pull you back toward him, forcing you to face him instead of the camera.
“fuck,” he muttered, his hot-headed nature flaring as he reached over with his free hand to violently flick the camera off.
rindou angled his chair back toward the desk, pulling you along with him so you stayed perched snugly on his lap. both of his hands went right back to the mouse and keyboard, his posture straight like having his girl straddling him during a match was completely regular business.
you leaned in, pressing slow, deliberate kisses to his jaw, trailing down to the curve of his neck where his collarbone met his throat.
“rin…” you murmured against his skin. “baby… the game can wait, please”
“push mid, now,” he ordered into the mic, his voice clipped, smooth, and completely ignoring your teasing.
ran’s laugh cracked through the comms. “bro, they’re done for. this idiot just walked right into your trap.”
“yooo- rindou, you wiped the whole squad again?!” sanzu barked a laugh. “guess the haitani brothers really can multitask.”
you kissed his neck again, right over his warm skin, whispering, “just look at me for a second…” your hands slid to his chest, fingers curling lightly into his skin, feeling the subtle flex of muscle beneath your touch.
his eyes stayed glued to the screen. “two more. clean it up,” he murmured, tracking the minimap. his thighs shifted beneath you, the movement making you rock ever so slightly against him, but his hands never left the setup.
ran and sanzu's voices overlapped, taunting the other team. “easy win! we took the top spot again.”
rindou glanced at the scoreboard, his expression completely deadpan. “pathetic.” then, without missing a beat, he went right back to finishing the match, still refusing to give you the satisfaction of a real reaction.
but since he wouldn’t give you his attention, you decided to take matters into your own hands.
you slid your hands up to his bare chest, feeling the heat radiating off him. your palms moved deliberately, tracing every contour before inching downward. your fingers curled around the waistband of his boxers, and with teasing patience, you slid your hand down, stroking the length pressed hard against the fabric.
rindou stiffened, a sharp, ragged breath escaping him. “hey, not now,” he said, his voice a little shaky as his hand reached down to weakly push your wrist away, “i’m still playing, baby.”
you smiled softly, watching his carefully built control completely unravel. his jaw clenched so hard the muscles jumped, but the dark flush rising on his neck gave him away. his usually sharp, competitive glare flickered into something dark, heavy, and vulnerable.
“focus, rinnie. aren't you locked in, mmm?” you whispered, your fingers ghosting over him. “or are you about to take your first real loss tonight?”
he tried to retort with a snarky, “jesus, babe-” but the words caught in his throat, replaced by a breathy, “oh, fuck…” that slipped out despite his best effort to stay cool in front of the guys.
you retracted your hand slowly and leaned in, your fingertips brushing his lower lip before gently tugging it down. “spit,” you commanded softly.
rindou hesitated for a fraction of a heartbeat, his dangerous gang executive aura melting away as he obediently let a small amount of saliva gather in his mouth before releasing it into your palm.
your hand dipped back inside his boxers, wrapping around his heat fully now. you started to stroke with purpose, your movements slow and rhythmic.
from across the game, ran smirked, definitely noticing the change in his brother's gameplay. “oi, rindou! you’re lagging! what's taking so long?”
“shut up!” rindou shot back, though his voice cracked just a bit too much to sound convincing. “i’m not lagging, moron.”
sanzu snickered, throwing playful, unhinged jabs. “hell, anyone’d lose focus with a girl like that putting in work. let him cook, ran.”
rindou gritted his teeth, his knuckles turning white on the mouse, but he couldn’t hide the dark flush creeping across his face. “focus on the game, you idiots.”
you pressed your hand a little harder, slicking the length of him, eliciting a low, almost inaudible groan from deep in his throat. he swallowed hard, attempting to maintain his composure, but it was clear he was completely losing it.
ran shook his head with a grin. “sure, sure. you keep telling yourself you're fine, rin-rin.”
rindou glanced up at you, his eyes narrowing, dark with a promise of absolute trouble. “consider yourself wrecked after this. good luck walking out of this room tomorrow.”
you smirked, your fingers never stopping their slow, agonizing pace. “oh, i think you’re enjoying this way more than you’re letting on, rinnie.”
rindou’s lips twitched in a reluctant smile as he tried to focus back on the screen, but the tension in his body betrayed him.every muscle taut, every breath shallow and uneven.
suddenly, rindou’s eyes snapped away from the screen entirely, the word bursting out before he could stop it. “fuck!” he violently yanked off his gaming headphones, slamming them onto the desk. the sudden silence in the room was deafening.
without a word, he stood up, his gaze locked on you with a fierce, starved hunger. your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, arms winding around his neck as he pulled you closer against his chest.
he grabbed you with a rough, delinquent urgency and practically slammed you down onto his gaming table, your ass nearly crashing into the keyboard and his crumpled gang uniform jacket scattered near the gear. your back pressed hard against the edge of his glowing computer tower, the heat between you instantly electric.
his hands slid down your sides, dipping under the waistband of your panties. with a swift, careless pull, he ripped them down your thighs as his cock instantly found its place against you, hard, demanding, and slick.
he grasped your thighs firmly, bruising your skin as he pulled them forward just enough for you to take him whole. his breath hitched, his voice low, guttural, and dripping with raw desire. “you wanted this so bad, huh? can't fucking wait? now fucking take it.”
the sound of your breath hitched as rindou thrust into you, hard and fast, driving you against the edge of the gaming table. his hands gripped your hips with a fierce, territorial possessiveness, his hips snapping relentlessly.
“fuck, you feel so good baby,” he growled, his voice rough and completely unrefined as he buried himself deeper. your nails dug into his bare shoulders, matching his violent intensity with desperate moans spilling from your lips.
rindou’s breath came in ragged pants, his hair's a mess as his lips parted against your skin, whispering, “you wanted my attention so bad, didn't you? now don't you dare close your eyes while i fucking ruin you.”
hus movements quickened, his hips slamming mercilessly, the desk rattling beneath the weight of his aggression. your moans mixed with his low, heavy groans, the tension spiraling completely out of control.
suddenly, a muffled voice cut through the haze from the discarded headset on the desk. “rindou?”
sanzu chimed in, “yo, man, why’d you gotta leave the match like that? we’re down by two. don't tell me you bit it.”
“bro, let’s just finish it without him. he's busy,” ran responded, laughing.
the boys’ laughter and chatter faded into the background as rindou’s grip tightened. he growled against your neck, biting the skin. “ignore them. you’re mine right now.”
your moans grew louder, matching his aggressive thrusts, the two of you lost in a wild, urgent rhythm while the rest of the team continued the match without him.
“i don’t like you ignoring me like that,” you gasped breathlessly, your hands sliding up to find his face, fingers gently caressing his cheeks.
without warning, rindou captured your lips in a possessive and silencing kiss, so intense it drove you back until your spine hit the cold, hard edge of the computer tower. the sharp contrast of the cold metal only made the fire between you burn hotter.
rindou’s hips stuttered for a fraction of a second, then snapped deeper, driving you closer to the absolute edge. your breath hitched and your hands gripped his shoulders tight, nails digging into his skin as pleasure burned through you.
“oh shit… keep going, baby,” you moaned, your voice trembling with pure need. “t-that’s so good, rin.”
he smirked against your neck, hearing every desperate, broken sound you made. his hands slid up to your face, his fingers spreading wide to cup your cheeks firmly, his thumbs pressing into your skin, squishing your face in a rough, dominant hold that was so uniquely him.
“you were looking so pretty for sanzu earlier, right?” he growled low, eyes dark with a dangerous promise. “let’s see if he can save you when i completely break you right here.”
the words sent a violent shiver through you as your body tensed, your release crashing over you in waves. rindou didn’t slow down, didn’t give you a second to breathe. his cock kept thrusting relentlessly, riding out your climax like he was feeding off your every desperate moan.
your hands scrambled for support, palms flattening against the gaming table. one slipped, your fingers accidentally pressing down hard on the mechanical keyboard, a string of random key clicks echoing loudly in the background. the monitor flickered with chaotic inputs, but rindou didn’t even glance at it, too locked in on making you come.
“pretty sure the boys just figured out exactly why i left the game,” he hissed, his grip on your cheeks tightening as if to permanently mark you. “bet they can hear every damn thing right now.”
little did you know, when your hand slammed against the keyboard, it had done more than mash random keys. one of the macro shortcuts had switched rindou’s camera right back on.
the stream lit up with a perfectly clear view of your back arched toward the monitor, arms bracing yourself against the table, rindou’s lean, toned figure moving behind you with sharp, relentless, and unforgiving thrusts.
you were too far gone to notice until a sudden, loud voice from the headset speakers cut through the haze.
“holy shit, rindou…” sanzu’s voice rasped through the speakers, a slow, completely thrilled laugh slipping out. “you fucking greedy bastard. keeping that all to yourself, huh?”
rindou let out a groan, his fingers digging into your hips so hard his knuckles turned white as he rode out the final moments of his control.
“keep your fucking mouth shut, sanzu,” rindou growled into the mic. “don't stop moaning, baby. let that bastard hear exactly who’s inside you right now.”
Guys I feel like theres such a drought of Haitani Brothers content ever since the manga ended PLSSS im starving can someone pls send me rindou stuff we need to revive this community
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─ 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.
Hanma likes to bend you over every chance he gets. Doing the dishes? “Doll, shut the water off I’ll make it quick I promise.” (It’s never quick)
Brushing your teeth? “Baby girl, I just wanna show you I love you.”
Putting the clothes away? “C’mon now, just once and I’ll leave you alone.” (Yeah.. okay Shu.)
Once the kids are in bed? Doors locked and he’s rubbing his hands all over your body and it never takes long for him to convince you. His hands are gripping your waist, your face is buried in the sheets as you hold in your pathetic whines, and if it weren’t for the TV the only noise would be the lewd squelching and skin slapping. He always looked so good with sweat running down his forehead and into his brow.
You’re such a sucker for your lanky, handsome man.
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