𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑 | 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎.

I feel like calling Ran "my man"

I know right? Listen-

You know he’s cocky as hell, so he gets pride in being your man, and you take advantage of that, you keep him in the clouds with the way you talk about him.

Imagine y’all in a restaurant, and your ordering for him without stuttering because you know his order from memory.

“And for my man, mhm… he would like a number 2, no mayo and no onions, with big fries and a Cola, please and thank you very much,” You smile to the waiter while Ran is delighted hugging you from behind.

“So, your man uh?” He says in a mocking tone when y’all are sitting.

“Yes, mine, my boyfriend, my guy, my man” You say in bored tone as if that’s the most obvious thing ever.

Now you see, he has to put a ring on your finger just for that confidence.

⊱ only you ; haitani ran x fem!reader

warning: explicit, 18+, fem!reader, mutual pining, smut, fluff, maybe a size kink, a little bit of pain, creampie, petnames (angel mostly)

summary: Ran finally gets to have you wc: 2.4k

a/n: this may or may not be a bit too flowery, the ending may or may not be lame, but i love being self-indulgent

minors dni // 18 +

The shadows in the room grew longer as the sun set, the view over Tokyo was gorgeous, was captivating, but not nearly as captivating as the flush across Haitani Ran’s face. Not nearly as captivating as the little whines and gasps that escaped his slightly parted lips as you lightly ran your fingers across his heated skin.

Not just warm, but hot – so hot it felt almost scorching. So hot you could almost feel the flames licking at your flesh, at your legs, which were currently on either side of him. If you wanted, you could have lifted your head to admire the view of the setting sun. But the way Ran’s hands dragged across your bare back, felt far better than the idea of a romantic evening watching the sun fall and the moon rise. You had needed this, you had needed him. And he had needed you too. You had been pining after each other for so long. Wanting, needing. Just to be in this exact moment. To have your lips grazing his as you ran your fingers through his messy hair, as you pulled on it gently.

“Fuck, angel” Ran’s voice was nothing more than a whine, a desperate plea for more - more touching, more kissing, more of you. You could feel his cock, straining hard against his trousers; you knew if you wrapped your hand around it you could feel the throb of his heart beating – fast and hard. Fast and hard, just like your own. Just like the way you wanted him to take you – the way you had dreamed of him pushing you against the wall and claiming what was his, what had always been his, even if he didn’t know. Even if this was the first time he had felt your own need for him, even if he had been oblivious for months. Fast and hard – you were dying for him.

“Ran” Your mind, fogged with lust, could only truly focus on the one word, on his name. The name you had moaned thousands of times before, the name you chanted over and over as you made yourself come undone. You dragged your lips across his cheek, finding his ear, and repeated the word again, softly, quietly, but dragging it out, making every second of ‘Ran’ falling from your lips agonizing. Agonizing like the way his nails dug into you the first time you had pressed your lips to his. Agonizing like waiting for him to make the first move. Agonizing like how he ground his hard cock against you now, so desperate for you. 

You moved your lips down, sucking gently on his throat, nipping the skin, finding your way to his pulse - still racing, still pounding. His own hands moving, trying to feel every inch of you, trying desperately to memorize every single dip, every single curve, every single moan that left your lips. As if he would never have this again, as if it were the last time, as if it were the only time he would feel you on top of him, he would taste your sweet essence, he would experience you. 

When you lazily slid your hand down his chest, making sure to map out the lines of the dark ink covering half of his body, you felt his body tense, you heard a groan escape him. His fingers dug harshly into your hips, it would have been painful if you weren’t filled with adrenaline, if you weren’t filled to the brim with desire. 

“Ang…” His voice cracked when your hand reached its destination – his hard cock that had been pressing into you, that had been rubbing against you for what seemed like both eternity and seconds. You ran your fingers up and down the fabric, teasing, tempting him to push further, beckoning him to buck into your hand. The heat you had felt from his skin before was amplified, as if the whole room was engulfed in flames. But no, no it was just your hand grazing his length, filling the room with more whines, more groans, more need. 

“S’big Ran…” Your mind swam, finding your thoughts and then losing them again as he bucked himself up into your hand. You had dreamed about it, you had fantasized about it, but the feeling of his thick cock underneath his expensive trousers, of the wet spot that had long been forming, was better, was so much better than what you had expected, and you hadn’t even seen it yet.

“Need you now, please, angel” You weren’t sure if he had said it or if you had imagined it, but 'need you now' was exactly what you would have thought if the size of his cock and the feeling of him throbbing because of you wasn’t the only thing that had existed in that moment.

He started bucking into your grip faster. Fucking himself into your hand. He wanted to wait, he wanted to feel you, but Ran was so desperate for the only thing he had wanted for so long, the only thing that occupied his mind, he couldn’t help himself. Even the feeling of your hand through his pants paired with your warm breath washing over his face would have been enough.

You knew, god you knew how close he was, because if he had touched you, felt the soaking wet fabric covering your cunt, you were sure you wouldn’t last long either. You were sure that you would crumble in his arms faster than he was falling apart under you now.

His hand moved, pulling yours away from him, denying himself the release he needed. He was desperate, but desperation wasn’t enough to throw aside the want to be buried inside you, it wasn’t enough to spill his seed on your hand instead of deep inside you. He left your hand on his shoulder and you quickly moved it to his neck, pushing your mouth against his. His lips parted, sliding his tongue into your mouth, pressing them together, tasting you. Ran quickly found his way to your cunt. Finally feeling the drenched fabric covering you, hiding your throbbing clit, your fluttering cunt. Every movement of his body, every slip of his tongue, had been driving you mad. And he was finally relishing in the proof of what he did to you, of how badly you needed him. He pressed his fingers against your clit, tracing small circles, eliciting a lewd moan from you. A moan that had been muffled by his mouth, that had vibrated his tongue as he continued to taste you.

You were falling apart quickly, his fingers not letting up, still moving gentle circles on your bundle of nerves through the thin fabric. You were trembling, your heart beating faster, your toes curling. Your thoughts still nonexistent - the only thing you could process was the taste of Ran and of the pleasure he was giving you. You followed his lead, finally pulling yourself together, gripping his hand, moving it from you, only moments before you had let yourself go.

Moving from his lap, you stripped yourself of the rest of your clothes. He just sat there, eyes wide, mouth agape – whether it was from your abrupt leave of his lap or the sight of you bearing yourself to him you weren't sure at first.

“You really are an angel, y’know that?” His eyes on you made you feel like you were the most divine creature to ever exist and, to Ran, you were. Nothing had ever compared to you, nothing had ever compared to seeing you standing nude in his penthouse apartment, illuminated by the setting sun, need and desperation in your eyes. Need only for him, desperation only for him.

You felt heat rise to your face, you felt vulnerable, you felt like you had never been so naked before this moment. As you stood bare in front of  Ran, who was staring at you with just as much desire, taking his slacks off, his cock hitting his stomach, his hand instinctively grabbing it, and moving slowly. Spreading his precum up and down his shaft at the sight of you.

“Ran, you better not cum before you’re inside me.” It brought him back from the trance he had been stumbling in. He kept moving his hand up and down his cock, but his smile met yours. “I won’t, I’m not the one we should be worried about anyway.” He was right, his fingers grazing you had almost sent you over the edge, but something about having him inside you the first time he made you cum was the thing you had wanted more than anything, was the only thing that had helped hold you back.

Your move back to him was quick, your legs on either side of his hips, lips crashing hard into his. He let go of his heavy cock and as it moved the head swiped your swollen lips and your body arched at the sensation. His smirk returned at your movement, you could feel it against your lips.

“n-now … please…” You begged him, pleaded, you had waited long enough. He pulled his lips away and directed his attention down. Your eyes followed his, your foreheads tipping into each other. His hand was wrapped around the base of his cock as he slid it through your folds, as he pressed it into your pulsing clit. You whimpered, you moved your hips, chasing his cock. Strands of slick connected your bodies as he pulled his cock completely away from you. 

“Fuck, angel, so wet for me, yeah?” You weren’t sure when he had found the ability to take control, but he had. And he was right, you were soaked, and it was all for him, it was all because of him. Before you could find an answer he was attempting to press the head of his cock into your fluttering cunt.

“S’tight… pussy so tight baby, how ‘m I supposed to fit?” He was right, you were drenched but the girth of his cock was just too much, way too much.

“M-make it fit Ran, please… please” You started pushing down, trying to force him into you. He was reluctant, afraid to hurt you, but you had lost all of your inhibitions hours ago and any concern you had for the state of your cunt beyond cumming around his cock was completely lost to you.

If the fire had been licking at your legs before, if the room had been engulfed, you now existed inside the flame, the two of you were fire yourselves, burning everything that touched you. Burning desire and need were all that existed. When he finally bullied his way into you, you couldn’t make a sound. The pain and pleasure of his full cock inside you had you exactly where it had him – in heaven.

“F-fuck… angel… s’fuckin tight” His words broken, breathy, hoarse. It was too much for both of you. He moved slowly, dying to rut into you as fast and as hard as both of your hearts were beating, but he held back. Instead, he rubbed the calloused pads of his fingers into your swollen clit. Your cunt gripped his cock tighter, a feeling he didn’t think had been possible. He moaned your name.

“Your s’fuckin beautiful, s’fuckin good” He moved his fingers faster, trying to bring you to your high before he met his. 

You finally moved your eyes from the scene of his thick cock stretching you and his fingers working your clit. You finally found his lavender ones, lids half closed, dark with lust. He had long been watching you, taking in the expressions on your face as he stretched you beyond what you could handle, as he brought you closer and closer to the orgasm the two of you had been delaying all night.

“'m close Ran” He crashed his lips into yours, he wanted to watch the euphoria on your face as you came, but he wanted to taste you more, feel your body as you came more.

Your toes curled, your vision blurred, everything shook as your orgasm hit you hard. Your cunt clamped down on his cock, gripping him tighter and tighter as he slid slowly up and down your velvet walls.

 “S’fuckin beautful… fuckin beautiful.” His lips barely left yours as he groaned the words in between shaking breaths. He couldn’t hold back anymore, your parted lips, trying hard to kiss him between trembling and heavy breaths, your clit twitching beneath his fingers, finally pushed him over the edge. Your name was the only thing he could mutter as he slammed himself into you hard and gave you what your cunt had been begging him for, filling you to the brim with his cum. 

He refused to leave your body as you two came down from your highs. The feeling of your trembling body in his arms was the only thing he could focus on, was the only thing he needed.

You twisted your fingers in his hair and rested your head in the crook of his neck. Letting your heart fall back into a normal rhythm, letting your breath return to a regular pace along with his.

“We…” He stumbled over his words.

“Hmm?” You pressed a chaste kiss to his neck, twisting his hair further between your fingers.

“We get to do that again right?” If you had looked up at him, you would have seen his bright red face, the way his eyes closed tight as he waited for your response.

“Yeah, I think I’ll let you do it again. That cock is pretty good, Haitani.” You traced your fingers along the lines of his tattoo again, sending shivers through him as they moved.

“Ok cool. Yeah, we’ll do it again.” His grip on you only tightened, pulling you closer to him, trying to hold on as tightly as he could. It wasn’t what he meant, it wasn’t what he wanted, but it would be fine. He said nothing else for a long time, just holding you close.

“Ran, do you want to like… be exclu...”

“Yeah” his answer was fast, you hadn’t even finished your sentence before he replied.  

“Good. Wanna keep that cock all to myself. Too good to share with anyone, ya’ know?”

Ran sighed, relief and joy filling him. He laughed and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Yeah, I know it is.”

3:19 AM | haitani r.

haitani ran x fem!reader

summary: your boyfriend comes home late and hurt after a long night out

warnings: fem!reader, unedited + written on my phone, prob lots of errors, petnames (doll, babygirl)

wordcount: 1.5k ish

“you’re late.”

three hours late, to be exact. ran had told you he’d be back at midnight the latest so at the very least he could give you a kiss goodnight before you fell asleep. your schedules rarely matched up—with his business taking place during that latest hours of the night and you having to be up early in the morning for classes—but he always at least tried to lay with you before you slept for the night, knowing you couldn’t sleep well without him. and he was always sure to be with you on nights before big exams for you.

like tonight.

except tonight.

“i know, i’m sorry,” and you knew he was, you could hear it in his voice and you knew it wasn’t his fault—his work was unpredictable and dangerous but he always did his best to come back to you.

“it’s okay,” and it was.

even if you could smell the smoke and alcohol from all the way across the room.

you sat up in bed, blinking blearily from your state of half-sleep, looking across the room toward where your boyfriend was standing, unbuttoning his shirt—struggling to unbutton his shirt.

your brows furrowed, eyes narrowing trying to do understand what was going on through your half-hazed mind.

he’s hurt?

“ran?” you asked quietly, taking in the red-stained white button-up that you could barely make out through the dark, the way he was tensing and letting out soft hisses every time he moved. “ran, what happened?”

ran turned his head to look at you, a wince decorating his pretty face and you forced yourself out of bed when you finally caught sight of the dark bruises decorating his chest and face, the blood smeared across his skin.

“doll, lay back down, i’ll come join you soon,” ran’s voice was rough and you shook your head.

“ran, don’t ignore me, what happened? i thought you were going to a club with rindou and sanzu?” you ignored his words, nightgown slipping off your shoulders as you rushed toward him, nearly tripping over the bedsheets your legs tangled in.

a wry smile tugged at his lips as you approached him, hands cupping his face gently, thumbs tracing over the bruises marring his cheekbones. he leaned his face into your hand, pressing his lips against your palm, “we were, had some unexpected guests. they got the jump on us, unfortunately.”

“the blood, is it yours?” and maybe it was a dumb question, but you were still tired and ran was always patient with you. so all he did was take one of the hands cupping his face, covering it with one of his as he tossed you a wink.

“some of it, yeah,” and his grin remained but the look in his eyes was pained and your lips trembled as your gaze trailed down his bruised abdomen, one hand slipping from his face to trace down his chest over his tattoos and the blackened bruises.

“you should go to a hospital, ran,” and it was a stupid comment. you knew better than anyone that bonten did not have the luxury of hospital treatment unless they wanted to find themselves in a prison cell the moment they stepped out of the hospital.

ran ignored the comment, instead leaning in to press his lips to your forehead. your eyes fluttered shut, a shaky breath escaped your lips.

“babygirl, please go try to get some sleep, you have an exam tomorrow,” he murmured, bringing one of his hands to the back of your head, toying with your hair.

“fuck the exam,” you said, blinking back the tears stinging your eyes because you hated seeing ran hurt, you had only seen him hurt once before and it hasn’t been half as bad as this. “you’re hurt, ran, let me run a bath for you and then we can lay down, okay?”

ran let out a deep sigh but you didn’t give him a chance to argue, your fingers intertwined with his and you gently tugged him in the direction of the bathroom, squinting as you flicked on a set of lights.

you let him lean against the bathroom sink as you kneeled to run the hot water, fingers shaking as you glanced back at him through the mirror, watching him struggle to remove his slacks.

in the new light, the blood and bruises were all the more visible against his pale skin. he looked weak and haitani ran never looked weak. he was always larger than life, always the protector, always one to hide his vulnerabilities and now-

your throat was tight as you rose to your feet, making your way back over to him, kneeling down in front of him to help him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.

“i can do it,” ran’s voice was probably harsher than he intended, strained from the pain, from humiliation. ran despised showing weakness, even to you.

“please let me take care of you for once,” your voice wavered, looking up at him with grit teeth, trying to hide the worry pooling in your gut because ran was always the one looking out for you, and his brother, and sanzu haruchiyo, and kakucho, and he never let anyone take care of him—not while he was hurt, not while he was sick, and especially not when he was upset.

and he only watched you, lips flat and pressed together tight, and for a second, you really thought he was going to deny you. but then his gaze averted and both of his hands fell to his side, silently giving you permission to help him take off his pants.

ran was uncharacteristically quiet as you unbuckled his belt and slipped his slacks down his thighs, helping him pull his shoes and socks off before having him lift his feet to take off his slacks.

you bit your bottom lip, fingers tracing the tattoos decorating down his left thigh and the ugly yellow and green bruises surrounding them, gaze lifting to abdomen and the even uglier colors decorating his skin.

his ribs are broken.

“c’mon,” you said quietly, taking his hand in yours and rising to your feet again, leading him over to the now full tub. his face twisted into one of pain as he lifted a leg to step into the tub, a low hiss escaping his lips as he sunk into the water.

sitting on the edge of the tub behind him, leaning down to kiss the top of his matted hair, bringing your fingers to trace his shoulders. his body relaxed into the water and into your touch.

“you should go rest,” he murmured, “thank you for running the water for me.”

“i’m not leaving, c’mon, let’s get your hair washed,” you said.

“i’m not a child,” ran protested half-heartedly, but even as he spoke, he was relaxing into the feeling of you wetting his hair, gathering shampoo to massage it into his scalp.

“i know,” was all you said in response as you leaned down to press your lips to his shoulder, nails scratching his scalp, lulling his eyes shut.

reaching past him to grab a wash rag, you watched as the clear water began to tint pink from the dried and fresh blood staining his skin, swallowing thickly as you took another glance at his torso.

“you don’t have to do this,” ran said.

“i know,” you repeated, “i want to.”

from behind him, you watched his jaw clench, grip tightening on the edges of the tub, upper body tensing.

“ran,” you sighed, and it was all he needed to relax back into your touch, and you let out a soft breath, wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulders, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

“do you…” ran began and you hummed into his neck, “can i close my eyes for a bit?”

and you could hear the exhaustion in his voice and you could practically see his eyes drooping shut just from his tone. you smiled against his skin, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.

“of course,” you said quietly, “‘ll take care of you, ran. get some rest.”

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thats his brother son...he carried him for 9 months

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐌 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍!

ft. shinichiro, kakucho, inui, ran, rindou, sanzu

tw. fem!reader, m!oral, cursing, dirty talk, praise, secondhand embarrassment, fingering, f!oral, cockwarming, pussy drunk boyo, needy boyo, soft dom! w/ sub! reader

an. sometimes the pussy is just too much <3

𖦹 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎

shinichiro lives for the moment when he finds your body nestled between his legs, cock perfectly placed in your hands and the tip melting on your tongue. the length throbs when your mouth engulfs him, swallowing his cock practically whole and the tip being met with the back of your throat, “god—s’good for me” shinichiro slurs, fingers digging into your scalp and his digits twitching when you only can gag around him. he doesn’t understand why you sucking him off feels so good today—better than it normally does. and shinichiro can’t control the way his hips buck into your face, slamming you down on his cock—or the cum shooting straight down your pretty little throat. shinichiro gasps, whimpering when your lips catch the sensitive head as you pull from his lap, “d-did you really just cum?” you question—meet with your boyfriend’s bright red face and avoiding eye contact, “i am so sorry princess, i-i just thought about how much i love the way you suck my cock and—shit” shinichiro hisses when your face bends back down to his crotch, tongue swirling around the length, “i’ll cum again you know? i bet my pretty girl wants another load huh?”

+ how does he make it up to you?

the only way shinichiro knows how, making you sit on his face and cumming on his tongue over and over. he really does feel bad for earlier but maybe if you’re so high on the bliss of his tongue prodding deep in your hole—you won’t mind <3

𖦹 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎

doesn’t grasp true reality right now when you’ve got kakucho lying on his back while you fuck his cock however you want. he likes the angle, the effortless beauty captures through each sway of your hips bouncing on his length and the way you’re taking charge, fucking him into oblivion—kakucho has self control, he knows when to clench from the waves of bliss rolling through his body but this time it’s different, “ridin’ this cock so well angel, i’m all yours, keep goin’.” but it’s better said than done because another movement of your body and everything feels—like it shouldn’t. kakucho letting a broken moan erupt through his lips, fingers pulsing through your hips and the willpower he had was filling your hole and eyes rolled white as kakucho dwindles through his high. before you can even talk he’s throwing a hand over your mouth, arm wrapped around your waist and bringing you down to his level, “just give me a minute, just give me a fucking minute” kakucho mumbles in your neck, the swell of his cock throbbing through your clenching walls. “proud ain’t ya princess? making me cum so quick” kakucho mumbles into the skin, though you can’t see his face—you’re sure he’s blushing through and through.

+ how does he make it up to you?

kakucho let’s the embarrassment wear off before he’s on you again, this time he’s the one fucking you into a limitless void of toes curling, moans spilling and his thighs splattered with a mixture of his seed and your juices—yeah, so what if he came early? not going to stop kakucho from fucking you until you’re dripping from his from his cum for days.

𖦹 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐈

lives for the moment when he makes you feel so fucking good—if it’s the amount of squelching sounds radiating the room or the pure filfth of your juices coating his balls—inui puts your pleasure above his own, every single time. “cum for me, angel” inui whispers against your ear, hot breath creeping onto the shell while he lingers nimble fingers down to your puffy clit. inui watches the blossoming effect his cock has on you, splitting your pussy in half whilst his fingers bring your orgasm to the surface. your spasms coat his length, eyes screwing shut while you feel the orgasm brushing through your body—within a reach of paradise it’s abruptly cut short when inui lets a high pitch groan shrill your ears, panting above you and almost buckling over from his orgasm—your eyes sneer red. without another word spoken inui runs to the bathroom—bashful tones whimpering from his voice when he tells you he’s sorry, you almost want to be angry if it wasn’t for the way inui looked almost angelic crumbling to your pussy.

+ how does he make it up to you?

inui might of came too quick but that doesn’t mean he’s going to let it get the best of him— asking you to sit in his lap while he slowly rubs small circles against your clit. overstimming you until you can’t even remember why you were mad at him to begin with <3

𖦹 𝐑𝐀𝐍

with his tongue swirling on your clit, hips bucking against the sheets as your hands bring ran even closer to your throbbing heat—it doesn’t get much better than this. ran mindlessly licks and spits into your soaking cunt, groans vibrating through your core when another orgasm taints his tongue—ran has already spent an hour between your legs, he thinks what’s another more? but you’re on edge, wanting something thicker than two fingers curling along your walls and the soft whines of his name drags ran from his realm of your dripping cunt to your perfect face, capturing your lips on his and the taste of yourself spent in his mouth seeps through to your tongue. “you taste so good for me” ran moans against your lips, spreading your legs wide and motioning his cock into your hole but the overwhelming heat, silky juices from your pussy become so much ran is helpless succumbing to his ecstasy, spilling his load in a one single stroke. “you didn’t just fucking cum” you hiss, and ran drops his face into your neck, slowly reeling his hips before ramming his cock back deeper inside you, “i have no idea what you’re talking about pretty girl, i’m just getting started.” ran haitani has never lied to you but tonight, he had—a little white lie, that you totally don’t know anything about.

+ how does he make it up to you?

ran? cum? too fast? he says you’re just imagining things, he’d never do anything that embarrassing—maybe if you’re too caught up in his brutal thrusts, fingers mercifully swipes to your clit, you’ll completely ignore the fact he came inside you like it was his first time.

𖦹 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔

rindou doesn’t have time to fuck you, he’s on a tight schedule for work so maybe just pulling you in his car while he rolls his clothed bluge against your fabric covered cunt will do. maybe was what rindou thought but as hands tugged against his colored strands, coats of whines cascaded over his ear and the sheen patch of your slick stained his pants has rindou struggling. “wanna fuck this pretty pussy so fucking bad baby, just need to fill this hole” rindou pants against your mouth, needily bringing his hips down to grind against your core and he’s keeping the coil deep in his gut stagnant, hoping—praying nothing will come out of this but your panties being ruined. yet the ache grows by the minute especially when he feels your hand rub on his bulge, fingers working through to his sensitive head. a hiss bleeds through rindou’s teeth till white stars dance across his vision and rindou throws his head up, whimpering when you feel a wet patch scold his pressed pants. “did you just—” you look up at him and rindou looks the other way, biting down on his bottom lip, “do not look at me, if you do anything—don’t look at me, i am so pathetic.”

+ how does he make it up to you?

doesn’t make eye contact for a week afterwards but rest assured you sit rindou down and explain to him that mistakes happen and he’s more than happy to show you how much he needs you—he got what he wanted, filling your messy hole but rindou never says how long that’ll take. <3

𖦹 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔

it feels like an eternity since sanzu has fucked you and maybe that’s why everything feels like the first time all over again. his strokes are shallow, shaky breaths expelled from his lips and even the slightest gaze upon your naked body makes him shiver. “missed you so much, princess” sanzu mumbles against your lips, tracing the curves on your body with his calloused fingers while his tongue dips into your warm mouth. sanzu could last forever just like this, the swell of his cock sweetly nestled inside you, soft hands cupping his warm cheeks and a singe of pleasure jolting up his spine. sanzu ignores it at first, he’s too caught up in the way you make him feel, alive—burning from combustion and craving more. “fuck i think i’m gonna cum” sanzu gasps and normally that’d be okay but time has slowed down and sanzu has only been inside you for a minute. “s-seriously?” you squeak back, noticing his lashes fluttering closed and your thighs slathers warm. “i can’t help it, fuck—” sanzu pumps another load inside you and his hands weakly fisting the sheets beside your head, “you’re gonna cum tonight, j-just let me use this hole, o-okay?”

+ how does he make it up to you?

cockwarm your precious boyfriend, that’s what sanzu wants and needs besides it keeps his cum in and the way your cunt clenches as he makes you cream on his length is a win-win situation <3

Margin for Error (Fushiguro M x F!Reader)

My first post ahhh 👉🏾👈🏾 pls be kind

When you're observant enough to know your crush likes you but you're emotionally stunted and you keep second-guessing yourself 😩 poor megumi. Thankfully, Gojo is there to help!

Warnings: None!

Enjoy! xx

-♡-

"Oh, it's you," Megumi says, trying his best to sound apathetic as he cracks the door open a little wider for you to slip inside. 

"Try not to sound too excited," you laugh, ruffling his hair as you waltz past. He gets a whiff of smooth caramel and sweet vanilla as you pass and swallows, trying to calm the wild thumping of his heart. You always smell like a candy store and freshly baked cookies. He's never been a fan of overly sweet things, but he's developed a sweet tooth since meeting you.

He watches you lean against his desk, casually perusing the books and notes scattered across it, "Do you even need to study? You're smart enough anyway." 

Megumi drops into the office chair in front of you, rolling an inch or two away from you. He needs to create distance between you before his heart punches through his chest.  

"Of course, I need to study," Megumi scoffs, "If I don't want to be a bumbling idiot like Itadori, that is." 

You laugh and poke his shoulder playfully, "He's not that bad, Guro!" 

Megumi glances away, heat rushing to his cheeks. He both loves and hates when you call him that.

You push yourself up onto his desk and fiddle with the dog-shaped stress ball you bought for him in Tokyo. He watches how your legs dangle off the edge of the desk, how your skirt hitches up over your knees, revealing smooth skin he's only ever dreamt of touching. 

"So why are you here?" he asks, averting his gaze from your legs, "To annoy me?" 

A hint of playfulness to his tone is barely noticeable, but you pick it up straight away, and a teasing smile grows across your face. 

"What? I can't visit my second best friend?" 

Megumi snorts, "'Best friend' is a bit generous." 

"Oh yeah? And what would you call us?" 

Megumi glances up at you, his gaze snaring at yours. He can feel heat bloom beneath his cheeks again, but he can't look away, not when there's a glimmer in your eyes and a smile on your lips, those lips that he wants to do unspeakable things to. 

Finally, he clears his throat, his voice a little husky, "Classmates." 

You laugh, undaunted, nudging his leg with your toe, "Oh come on, we're at least acquaintances, right?" You nudge him again when you see the slight smile trying to worm its way onto his face, "Right?" 

Megumi rolls his eyes, "Fine. You didn't answer my question, by the way." 

You give the stress ball another small squeeze, "Well, Gojo-sensei is taking us out tonight, and I'm supposed to use my womanly charms to persuade you." 

Megumi rolls his eyes at Gojo's antics. He can't turn his sensei down if you're the one inviting him because it would mean turning you down, and Megumi can't find it in himself to refuse you. So Gojo is using you as a pretty little courier bird, exploiting his feelings for you. What a clever little trap Gojo's set. 

Megumi glances at his books, stacked neatly beside you. He wanted to finish some extra study tonight, but a few hours with you is far more intriguing than any textbook he could ever find. 

"Okay," He shrugs, trying to sound nonchalant. 

Your brows shoot up in surprise, "Really?" 

"Really." 

"Just like that?" 

Megumi arches a brow, and you throw your hands up in defence. 

"I was just expecting more pushback." 

Megumi shrugs again, "It'll be fun if you're there." 

This time, it's your turn to blush. You wear every emotion beautifully, but Megumi thinks bashful is his favourite. 

"Cool!" You chirp excitedly, "Well, that was easy. Does that mean I can add you back to the group chat?" 

Megumi makes a face, and you laugh again. 

-♡-

The Karaoke Bar in Tokyo is loud and crowded, but Gojo manages to secure a private booth in the back, which Megumi is grateful for. He's not particularly fond of crowds, and he hates shouting over some tone-deaf drunk trying to sing along to Britney Spears.  

Sitting on the couch next to Nobara and Gojo, Megumi watched with a small smirk as you scream-sing the words to 'I Want it That Way' with Itadori. Itadori laughs every three words while you perform a silly, uncoordinated dance, twirling the fringes of your dress. You look beautiful, beaming at Megumi now and then, your hair out and your eyes shining with amusement. He can't take his eyes off you. 

Nobara is cheering you on, clapping and hooting, while Gojo sprawls out on the couch, grinning. He'd forgone wearing his blindfold for sunglasses instead, and there's something in the way that Gojo's eyes dart between you and Megumi that irritates the latter. 

"She looks cute tonight, doesn't she?" Gojo remarks casually, though there is a teasing lilt to his voice that Megumi doesn't like one bit. 

Megumi shrugs, still staring at you while Nobara shimmies up to you. 

"Why don't you ask her out?" Gojo suggests, "I think she'll say yes." Megumi slants a disapproving glare over his shoulder at Gojo, who stubbornly persists, "It's obvious that she likes you. Sometimes, the way she looks at you makes me wonder how you haven't noticed." 

Megumi looks away, and Gojo tilts his head to the side, observing how Megumi's throat bobs. 

"Or you have noticed, but something's stopping you from asking her out?" 

Megumi stares at his glass of coke, fingers flexing around his trousers. 

"Every time I try to ask her, I second guess myself. It's stupid… I'm pretty sure that she likes me, but there's always the possibility that I might be wrong, a margin for error that keeps getting bigger and bigger the longer I think about it." 

Gojo hums in understanding. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and stares at Megumi with a level of sternness that is so foreign, so unlike the Gojo he knows, Megumi thinks he's imagined it. 

"Don't overthink it," Gojo encourages, and his mouth ticks into a smile, "You're your own worst enemy sometimes. But that girl is crazy for you, and I know you're crazy for her. So ask her up to the rooftop bar and go for it before someone else does." 

Megumi arches a brow, "There's a rooftop bar?" 

"Yeah," Gojo leans back again, all seriousness draining from his expression "It's pretty romantic up there." 

A sneaking suspicion Megumi had since he'd arrived explodes into complete awareness as he stares at Gojo. 

"Did you…organise this whole night so that I could ask her out?" 

Gojo's small smile splits into a wicked grin. 

-♡-

Megumi has to admit that his sensei has taste. 

It is, indeed, very romantic up on the roof, with the night sky overhead and the glittering Tokyo city before him. The atmosphere of the rooftop bar is also very warm and relaxed, with golden fairy lights strung up above him. Despite the ambience and the beautiful views, Megumi's stomach ties itself into a triple-tied sailor's knot, and he can't stop drumming his fingers against the balcony railing. Why did he let Gojo talk him into this? This was stupid, insane even; he can't risk jeopardising his friendship with you because of some stupid, teenage hormones––

"Hey, Guro! You wanted to talk to me?" 

Megumi turns around, sees you, and firmly instructs himself not to flee. 

You look radiant. 

Cheeks flushed, hair out, eyes glittering, smile beaming. You look vivacious, full of life, like sunlight on the first day of spring. 

He can't do this. 

"Actually, no - I mean - no, that's what I mean't…no." 

He's not prepared for the look of disappointment that spills into your eyes. 

"I've never heard the word 'no' used so much in one sentence," you quip, but your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes. 

Megumi stares at his feet, defeated. He feels like a coward. He probably looks like one, too. 

"There's a first for everything, right?" 

"Yeah, I guess. It's a shame, though, because I thought you'd asked me up here so you could admit your feelings for me," Megumi's eyes snap back to you. You look hopeful and nervous as you continue, "Feelings that I share."

"You mean you—?!"

"Yes," you breathe, stepping closer to him, staring up into his eyes, "Yes, Megumi, I like you. A lot."

Megumi's throat bobs. You're so close. He's drawn in by every fleck of colour in your irises. 

"I-yes, I did invite you up here to-to tell you I like you. But I didn't expect you to—" 

"—Megumi," you whisper, and he swallows again. The way you say his name turns his spine to butter. 

"—yeah?" 

"Kiss me." 

"Okay."

Craning his neck, Megumi leans down and finally, finally kisses you. 

It's…a little awkward if he's honest. This is his first kiss, but it's evidently not yours, and as you guide him through it, Megumi finds himself melting into it. His lips move against yours, slow and sweet, and when you tilt your head a little to deepen the kiss, Megumi sighs. You taste sugary and smell sweet, and your body is warm against him, soft and small, and he reaches out for you to pull you closer. You link your arms around his neck and moan, and Megumi feels like he's floated into a dream. Except it isn't. You, him, and the chaste first kiss that is rapidly becoming a make-out are real, and he cups your cheek with his hand to prove it to himself.

Your feelings for him are real. That's all that matters. 

WHATS THAT ONE SONG? THE ONE THAT GOES WAIT! MY ROOMMATE WHO WORKS AT THE RECORD SHOP DOWNSTAIRS IS ACTUALLY KINDA HOT!

THE SPINS | SUGURU GETO X READER BLENDED SMAU

in which your roommate that works at the record shop downstairs is actually kinda hot…

content: a teeny tiny bit of enemies to lovers! roomates to lovers! mutual pining hehe. language, crude humor, heavy references to sex (no smut), mentions + use of alcohol & drugs, “kys” jokes, some angst, <16 dni with this account pls! individual warnings will be given for each chapter as well

taglist status: open! (send an ask, pls!)

༘⋆ y/n’s corner 𝄞 is this clairo shade?𝄞 the spins records

CHAPTERS

ᝰ.ᐟ = written portion

✫ prologue

I. nighttiming

II. white flag?

I need them both so bad like bae pls AUGHWHSU.

kickoff | series masterlist.

gojo satoru x reader [18+] | angst, fluff, smut

ᰔ pairing. college au - soccer player! gojo x film major! reader

ᰔ summary. gojo satoru is the most popular guy on your college campus. he's tall, funny, hot, not to mention he's the most talented soccer forward the school has seen in years. but he's also a frat dude, putting him in a world very different from your own, as he spends most of his nights partying while you spend most of yours working on your annoying film major assignments. but when he reaches out to you for a favor, you realize that helping him out might have something in it for you too.

ᰔ warnings/tags. 18+, fem!reader, fluff, angst, smut, college au, fraternities, sororities, partying, drinking/alcohol, weed usage, romance, jealousy, pining, slow burn, opposites to lovers, friends to lovers, she falls first he falls harder, gojo being an idiot

ᰔ status. ongoing

ᰔ word count. 109.7k

ᰔ taglist. closed

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chapter index.

ch1. gojo satoru sent you a message

ch2. terms and conditions

ch3. returning the favor

ch4. a day in the life of a hot soccer player

ch5. these feelings are hard to find

ch6. devil's advocate

ch7. to lose someone you love

ch8. a little cottage on the countryside

ch9. words you've been wanting to hear

ch10. a fresh start

ch11. i feel so high school

ch12. how you get the girl

ch13. pending…

drabbles.

no1. making it up to you (read after ch10)

no2. gojo as a cat dad (read after ch10)

headcanons.

official headcanons pt1. fluff, mild nsfw | link

anon headcanons. fluff | link

a note from the author. hello! my name is ellie, and this is my first long fic series called 'kickoff' which i began posting earlier this year in january! if you do decide to read it, i thank you very much from the bottom of my heart as it means a lot to me :””) please let me know if i missed any tags or warnings! and for those who may want to know before reading, this series will have a happy ending <3

series tags. #kickoff #kickoff headcanons

note: i haven’t been great w tagging asks lol

POKER FACE, haruchiyo sanzu.

note: this chapter contains discussion of gunrunning, slight gun play.

+ fem!reader (she/her). antagonist!reader. bonten!au, gang violence, explicit language and smut, drugs & cigs & alcohol, lots of blood, discussion of murder & illness, mikey is a menace (we luv to see it), mentions of sa (like for charity purposes), childhood trauma, deaths, uhhh wounds, stitches, needles, misogyny, prostitution, illegal gambling.

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SIX-INCH HEELS, SHE WALKED IN THE CLUB LIKE NOBODY’S BUSINESS.

Honestly, you’d kill for a nap right now. If there was some mythical creature that would pop before you with a nice pillow, asking you to shoot someone in trade for sleep, you’d do it without blinking.

“This better be worth my fucking time,” you hissed, glancing at your wristwatch to see its hands pointing at midnight. 

As the limousine sped up through the highway, the glaring lights of the establishments outside became a blur of vivid colors from your seat. They were dim, but enough to tire your eyes out. 

You murmured a crisp curse, telling yourself that you had better have a raise for all this hard work. Especially when you were off to meet a certain someone from one of the most heinous gangs in the undercity. You would’ve called off this surprise meeting had your boss, Ava, didn’t use those doe-eyes shit to you. Letting her go on her own was out of the choice, as well. Ava didn’t know shit about these things. 

She simply wasn’t born to lead her father’s gang. Too bad that her father, Augustus, didn’t consider that before passing away. Yes, Ava perhaps was a straight-A student ever since she was in nursery, but what would she know about gangs? On the other hand, you had been in this life even before learning how to use a tampon. It would make total sense to leave the gang to you. But no, he’d rather have his clueless daughter maneuver his business. 

You probably were resentful, but you didn’t hate Ava. Frankly speaking, if she had the mind to hand over the gang to you, you would’ve been more than willing to pump her credit card full to continue living her princess life. She could’ve been at a front seat on every fashion runway on Earth— whenever and wherever. She could’ve owned the latest cars, leading the fashion trends, becoming that one perfect It Girl if only she had given the gang to you. If only. 

But she’d rather traverse this sick life with blindfolded eyes. Therefore, all you could do was lay your own life protecting her like what you promised on her father’s grave.

All you could do was meet this man in her stead since she had little to no idea what she agreed to in the phone call with Manjiro “Mikey” Sano— with Bonten’s leader. 

The boss had no qualms with Bonten, yet he never once sat inside a room with Mikey. Bonten was as aloof as their leader, and based on the reputation they have built, negotiating with them wasn’t a walk in the park. So why the fuck had they directly contacted Ava? These were bloodthirsty men and their greed knew no bounds. Had they thought about browbeating Ava into submission? 

You shifted on your seat, your mood turning even more sour at the thought. If that was the case, they had made a grave miscalculation. As long as you stand, no one could touch Ava. 

And that’s to explain why you were here in the first place, in front of a five-star nightclub in the middle of the city while hiding a pistol in your purse. Rumor has it that this certain executive was one of the craziest out of the Bonten bunch. Apparently, he hailed from Roppongi. That was enough reason to keep a gun with you. 

Juxtaposing the sound of honking cars and the sight of passersby waiting for the last bus trip, the inside of the night club was in a state of pure chaos. Your six-inch heels left deadly thuds against the floor, but the sound had been lost to the bodies jumping and dancing and grinding on the dance floor. 

Some guy greeted you at the door and led you towards the isolated part of the club. Women wearing thongs rushed through the pathway decorated with red lights. They hastily put on their earrings before entering different rooms. You looked around you, keen eyes trying to look through the door cracks to see if he was there until you reached the last room from the right. 

It was incredibly cold inside the room. You frowned, immediately regretting wearing a backless. 

However, where the fuck was Ran Haitani? 

The room was spacious, and without a doubt concealed many secret pathways for emergencies. You sat on the plush couch, crossing your leg over the other when someone appeared from behind the thick curtain on your peripheral. 

“You’re late.” Your heart jumped at the familiar voice. It’s from the man wearing a crisp tuxedo, looking expensive and a tad bit ragged. He grinned at you before downing the glass he was holding. “Twenty minutes late.” 

“Traffic,” you deadpanned, “and why the fuck are you here? I was supposed to meet with Ran Haitani.” 

“Traffic? In the dead of night?” He shot up an accusing brow, amusement dancing in his emerald eyes. 

“Well, not my fault that you’ve decided to meet here. Right, Sanzu?” you bit out. 

He revealed a sly smile while scratching his brow with his pointer finger. “Feisty, I like that.” 

You ignored the mirth clouding his face and sat up properly. “Let’s get down to business, shall we? Unlike you fuckers in Bonten, sleep is pivotal to some people.” 

“Oh, fuck,” he dragged the words, long and taunting, “I get so fucking hard when you talk like that, though watch your pretty mouth before I fuck you silly over that table.” 

You leaned back and crossed your arms. “Wow, I am so wet.” 

Sanzu chuckled while raising his glass in agreement. “I know. It only takes a few dirty talks to have your thong crying.” 

“I just walked in and you’re all ready to bust a fat nut. I guess you’re not one to talk,” you replied while looking and studying your nails. 

His grin turned wider. “And you’re wondering why I’m here instead of Ran? Can’t have anyone hearing those words other than me.” 

You blinked, edging his patience. “You sure you didn’t fight the others for it? Though, I’d much prefer Ran. I’ve heard he’s a straightforward guy.” 

Sanzu jumped and sat on the couch in front of you before manspreading and reclining back. “Careful, pretty, I’m a jealous man.” 

You peered at him and echoed a fake gasp. “Shocker.” 

“Damn, I’ll surely nut if we don’t fuck anytime sooner. But let’s talk business first before I wreck your shit.” He said the words so casually that for a second, a log seemed to be stuck in your throat. Nothing could really shake this man, so he goes around saying the most explicit words ever created in the dictionary. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You gasped dubiously. It had been years and you should’ve been used to this already. This man had always been vulgar when it comes to his savage wanting. When it comes to you. 

“Mikey wants your connection to buy a couple of guns.” He leaned forward again, placing his elbows on his knees. At the confused expression on your face, Sanzu grinned. “I know, I know it sounds bizarre. Bonten has never been one to grovel, so what’s our deal now?” 

You rolled your eyes immediately. Pompous fuckers. 

“Not only that: Bonten is forever on its emo’s phase. So what’s your deal now?” To goad him, you raised a perfectly trimmed brow, refusing to look away. If they were thinking that you’d give in easily, that your gang would give in easily, you’d prove just how wrong they were. 

Sanzu merely laughed it off before proceeding, “We’re the most heinous gang out there right now. And us, coming to you, is something you’d tell your grandchildren about.” 

It was your turn to laugh. There was no doubt to it now: Bonten believed that they had the undercity in a leash. You must admit that you were vulnerable because of the boss’ death, but the gang have you. 

You giggled. “Bonten needs to stop riding its own dick, I think. Not everyone is scared of your little gang, Sanzu.” 

“And if you don’t wanna be scared, the guns will be on our table by next week.” He altered his position by placing one knee over the other, copying you. “Generous deadline, yes?” 

You’d kill him. With your own and bullets. They were the ones who called Ava— had her panicking for a minute straight— and they had all the guts to command you now? Something is fucked in their brains. 

“First of all, fuck you,” you flatly said. 

“You will,” Sanzu replied nonchalantly, “later. Business first, I’m afraid.” 

You completely ignored the jibe and continued, “Second of all, it’s Bonten that needs us and not the other way around. Have you forgotten it’s Mikey who called Ava? Personally, too. If you want the goddamn guns, talk politely.” 

Sanzu’s lips twisted to that of a mocking grimace. “Wise points but I gotta correct you on that. Mikey called Ava because she’s weak. The girl would cave in, which is gonna be for her own good, and there’d be no problem between our gangs.” 

“Ava isn’t weak,” you pinned. But you weren’t certain yourself. People have different strengths, yes, but Ava’s was not meant for this life. Therefore, her strength lies somewhere else. 

“She is, and you know it. A good relationship with Bonten will serve as her protection,” he further explained with his free hand swaying to the air. 

You went silent for a hot minute before peering back at the man who’s still got his smirk glued to his face. “Being allies will guarantee enemies. She’d be vulnerable,” you elaborated. 

“Playing safe now, are we? Where’s the fun in that?” Sanzu tilted his head to the side in an attempt to goad you. “Thought you were a daredevil.” 

“I’d call it playing wise. She’s not ready for this life yet.” You hated how weak your voice had become. You wanted to believe in Ava so badly. But everything would’ve been easier if it was you. 

Sanzu clicked his tongue. “But you are, always have been. So what will it be? Yes or no?” 

Under Bonten, as much as you begrudged to admit it, Ava would be safe. You could protect her, yes, with your own life if need be. But there was obvious unrest in the gang after the boss’ passing. Some of the men believed that Ava was simply not meant to lead. First, because of her upbringing. Second, she was too fragile for a life of guns and endless bloodbath. The boss had raised her to live a normal life, and be the writer she dreamed to be. 

You were as shocked as everyone else when she announced that she’d start leading the organization. Yet you couldn’t deny her that. She was the sole heiress. Whatever she would want, she would have in a heartbeat. 

“Let me talk to Ava first,” you answered. 

Sanzu’s eyes glowed. Still goading you, the bastard. “A few guns won’t hurt.” 

You stood up and straightened your dress. That’s what he believed, but in this field, you knew it was more than guns. Sanzu wouldn’t simply admit it. 

Bonten is like a magnet. They could bring you more allies just as easily as they could garner you enemies. You weren’t certain which would it be had your gang decided to ally with them. Best be careful now before the glory attempts to blind you. 

“It could. You know that.” You turned on your red bottoms, looking at Sanzu one last time before ambling to the door. 

“Last chance to strip and let me hit,” Sanzu called after you. The last thing you heard was his raucous laughter after you gave him the finger. 

Inside the limo, you contemplated the offer. This would be burdensome for Ava. You, at least, needed to sift through it so you can expand on it clearly. She had little to no idea about Bonten, just that Mikey have managed to build an empire without actually moving from his throne. 

Somehow, crossing Mikey was the choice you’d rather not make. Not that he scared you, but nobody knows how he maneuvers his pretty little head and his unpredictability makes him even more dangerous. If a gang war between you arises, it’d be complicated. 

Ava’s mansion, since it’s technically now hers, loomed in the distance after an hour of driving. It sat at the top of a small hill overlooking the expanse of their manor below. However, the unabridged shape of the house had been overwhelmed by imposing iron gates. They were huge gates. If there was a zombie apocalypse, you’d feel safer behind it. 

Envy once again settled in your chest. It was pathetic to feel such. However, what could you do? These feelings were completely normal, and even after all the things you’d done that would question your humanity, you remained entitled to this envy. 

It was past one a.m. when the limo finally lined itself along with ten other sports cars in their first garage. Yes, first of many. 

The main hall was expectedly empty when you entered, and the only noise you heard had been the sharp clack of your heels. 

You roamed your eyes around the majestic hall. You still could remember the first time her father brought you here. For minutes you refused to move for the fear that you might get lost. It’s just too huge and intimidating like a real life palace. 

The boss’ passing didn’t come off as a shock to everyone. He’d been battling an illness for years. And yet it didn’t make it any less tragic. He was the only adult figure you’d ever known after the death of your mother. His death surely had left a tiny hole in your heart. Everything you knew and every luxurious thing you possessed was because he trusted you. He trusted that you’d help bring his gang to its glory. 

Shaking your head to release some tension, you sighed and walked straight to the kitchen, almost dropping your purse at the sight which greeted you. It’s Ava, in her favorite pajamas, obviously mixing coffee.

“Why are you awake?” you raised the question. 

Ava swiftly turned from the coffee machine and adjusted her thick glasses. She looked so much like her father. Her skin was in rich tawny color, thick brows, a deep set of eyes, and a decently pointed nose. Ava was beautiful.

“Hi!” she greeted cheerily, “I have exams coming up so I’m pulling an all-nighter.” 

Right. She’s one school year away from graduating college. Home-schooled because of her family’s background. 

“And you thought a shot of espresso would help?” you quipped before sitting on one of the stools. “Take it easy or you’ll palpitate again. We do not want Sev scolding you before exams.” 

Sev is part of the gang and Ava’s personal butler. He’s slightly older than you and more like a brother to Ava. Similar to you, he had been of service to Ava’s family ever since the boss saved him from the juvie. 

Ava grabbed her cup with two hands and sat across from you. “I can make you one if you’d like. I’m getting better at it.” 

“I’d love to,” you sighed, “but I need sleep. There’s so much work to do tomorrow.” 

You hadn’t meant it to sound like you were complaining. However, Ava’s face easily formed an apology. 

“I’m sorry for sending you to the conference,” she whispered, “I mean, I would’ve gone myself but I didn’t wanna mess it up.” 

“Silly.” You chuckled. “It’s my job and I’d rather do it. I’ll never send you to negotiate with those men.” 

Ava smiled sheepishly. “One day, I have to. And you have to let me go.” 

You reached and pinched her cheek. “Not now, though. Lemme handle this for you, m’kay?” 

She took a sip from her cup before asking, “How was it? What do they need?” 

Propping your chin up with your hand, you let Ava into what you’ve discussed with Bonten’s number two. “They need us to buy guns for them. Your father had the grip on gunrunning business. They know it’s easier if our gang handles the job.” 

Curiosity shadowed her eyes. She must’ve been reviewing the names of people who could provide you with the goods. You had Sev list all the allies down for Ava to familiarize herself with, after all. 

“Are we talking about the one in Russia? What did you say?” 

“I said we’ll think about it. You can never trust anyone in this job,” you said with caution, “everyone can fuck our asses up real bad once they get what they want.” 

Ava nodded. “Will they, though? Bonten?” 

“If given the chance,” you answered truthfully. “Men are hungry creatures. And we’re vulnerable now because of your dad’s death, may he rest in peace, so we have to be extra careful.” 

Her eyes were moored to the steam coming from the cup. You knew she was thinking of something, yet she remained unreadable. “I wonder how did you manage to survive these hungry men,” she voiced out with emphasis to the last words. “Papa once said that you were only a teenager when you joined the gang. I couldn’t imagine how it must’ve felt like.” 

Suddenly, you’ve been brought back to the darkest days of your life that you would rather not think about. You smiled at Ava instead. “It’s not every day they see a woman handle shit meant for men. But such things don’t exist here. You have to be tough or they’ll eat you alive.”

“That sounds cool.” Ava lifted her face, her eyes shining like stars. “I want to be tough like you so I will not disappoint you and the gang.” 

After Ava finished her cup, you bid her goodbye. It’s past two now, said the clock inside your car. You let out your hundredth sigh of the night, turning on the stereo for the music to accompany you home. To your own home. 

There was an unparalleled relief once you arrived at the gates. To you, your home was the safest place where you could be. Nobody knows you live here. Not Ava, not Sev, not the gang. It’s your own place away from the chaos outside. Away from danger and the hubbub of gang trades. It’s not as grandiose or enormous as Ava’s mansion, but it is home. 

You blinked hard, pressing your finger to the motion sensor. A silent ding before the doors parted and you were inside. 

It’s oddly dark inside. You walked in further, palming the wall nearest to you for the light until you felt something cool pressing on your temple. 

“Gun’s off the house, angel,” he whispered before the lights filled the living room one by one, revealing Sanzu pressing a gun to your temple while holding a glass of Hennesy, no doubt. 

You groaned and reached for your purse. “You’re fucking dramatic.” 

Only when you tossed your gun to the ground did he retreat his hand. “Well, you’re sleep-deprived. I didn’t wanna take the chance.” 

“You’re right. I might’ve shot you on sight if the lights were on,” you said flatly while reaching for the laces of your heels. 

Sanzu placed his glass on the floor before reaching for your neck, wrapping his hand around gently before pushing you against the door. With his gun still in hand, he captured your lips. 

You answered the kiss with the same hunger, wrapping your arms around his neck. He ground his lower body to yours, hard-on against your tingling cunt. Before Sanzu pulled back and brought the gun between your bodies, rubbing your poor cunt with the nozzle. 

“Haru…” you gasped into his mouth. 

Sanzu’s eyes were intense, never letting go of your face. He trailed kisses down your jaw, rubbing the gun more aggressively now, before sucking on your skin. 

The whole ordeal had you dizzy while helplessly clawing at the door. The excitement just made your bones even more brittle, your knees starting to give up before Sanzu caught you. 

He retreated the gun, pulling your dress down and kissing your forehead. “You’re tired.” 

You held onto him, just relishing the warmth provided by his body. “Didn’t know you’re into edging.” 

Sanzu chuckled, tossing his gun to the nearest couch. He faced you, then, cupping your cheeks and pressing to purse your mouth together. “How’s my wife?” 

“Tired. So fucking tired. That shit Mikey pulled has me losing my mind a little,” you complained as you tugged his hand down and ambled for the bar counter barefooted. You sat on the stool while Sanzu took it upon himself to grab you a cold glass of water. “Would you let me in why he called Ava? It’ll be our little secret.” You winked at him playfully. 

Sanzu clapped his tongue. “You’re hot, but no. Besides, gang stuff stays out of the house, right?” 

“Oh, yeah. Sorry,” you murmured before emptying your glass. “I need a bath.” 

“It’s waiting for you upstairs,” Sanzu said. 

“Thank you,” you whispered before planting a kiss on his cheek. You hopped out of the stool and jogged toward the stairs. A few steps up, Sanzu called your name. You leaned over the railings to look down at him. 

“Remember the penthouse you wanted so bad?” He smiled from ear to ear. 

You folded your brows. “Yes. What about it?” 

A wide and satisfied grin adorned his lips, then. “It’s yours now.” 

Blinking, you stared at him for a good minute before your heart started to pump like crazy, blood rushing to your head. “No fucking way,” you gasped with an incredulous chuckle. 

He tipped the glass in your direction. “Yes fucking way. You can check it out tomorrow.” 

You released an excited shriek before running and hugging him. Sanzu giggled into your ear, whispering welcomes as you screamed your thank yous. Pulling back, you closed your mouth around his while smiling. He automatically raised your dress, squeezing your ass. 

“I deserve some pussy, don’t you think?” he whispered hoarsely, drunk to the kiss you shared. It’s silly how Bonten’s second in command folds with your kiss. 

“This pussy’s all yours tomorrow.” You tapped his cheek lightly. 

“Music to my fucking ears,” he groaned before leaning in for a kiss again. “I’ll meet you upstairs.” 

“I love you,” you said, refusing to let him go. “So much.” 

“I love you. Tenfold,” he replied instantly. There was nothing but absolute zeal in his eyes. 

You gave him a peck before jogging your way to the stairs again.

You opened the door to your shared bedroom. Instantly, the familiar scent of home whiffed at your nose. You smiled widely before stripping and going straight to the bathroom. 

Somehow, all the day’s work had been shredded off your skin. It’s always like this with Sanzu, your husband. Sometimes it scared you just how much you love him, and he had admitted the same all the time. And even though your works were different and you had to pretend enemies outside, it wouldn’t matter as long as you come home to each other.

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