Scenarios | Tokyo Revengers x Reader

Being kind is a blessing and a curse - Sanzu x Chubby!Reader (MDNI)

Warnings: smut, cunnilingus, possessiveness, jealousy, Bonten, misplaced anger, idk the usual(?) spelling/grammar mistakes. No beta we die like Kisaki.

You have a problem. You were always too kind, too resilient with every single thing any Bonten members did to you. And Sanzu, the person who you keep a relationship with, didn't like that. Not one bit.

It's been only a month since Sanzu got you a job with Bonten. You insisted that you could help him somehow. How wrong you were. Your meek attitude wasn't a problem for Bonten executives; on the contrary, you were a delight for their eyes. So mild and submissive to their advances. Best part for them and worst part for Sanzu? You didn't even realize what they were doing.

And he reached his limit after one meeting gone wrong.

You were helping any of the executives as much as you could, always going an extra mile if necessary. At a small break, Kakucho had dropped his coffee on you. Kindly, he offered his own shirt, but you bashfully denied explaining how it probably wouldn't fit you. Being on the bigger side gave you many insecurities. With time you learned to accept them and be open about them.

That caused a rain of compliments from each and every Bonten member, except Sanzu, who had his knuckles white. Takeomi even went as far as to touch your cheek. And that is when you jumped away—mumbling about a spear shirt at Sanzu's office.

After changing, you were about to leave when suddenly you were caged against the wall.

"I'm so fucking tired of you!" Sanzu's hand hit the wall next to your head. You could feel his heavy breathing hot on your face. "Tired of you walking all over the place like nobody can see you, accepting all those praises and flushing for other men," his body was pressing yours, leaving lo gap in between.

Sanzu was feral; how could he not? When all you do is sway your big hips at his meetings? Every time you bend over to pick up papers, you're cleavage shows. Sanzu sees how the Haitani brothers gawk at you, how Kokonoi always asks for you to pick up a pen from the floor, how Takeomi asks if you're feeling okay when you blush, and he takes the chance to touch you. Just the thought of them near you makes him roar in anger. You let out whimpers at his sudden behavior.

"I- I'm sorry, Haru. I didn't-" In a flash, Sanzu's lips were on you, aggressively devouring your moans, his tongue clashing with yours, the full taste of his mouth hit yours, making you dizzy. One of his hands held your chin up and harshly squeezed your round cheeks in between his fingers, making your lips forcefully open for him. Those blue orbs of his demanded your full attention, your obedience, and you had no other option but to comply. Even if you shied away at first, you still did it with no doubts in your actions. Slowly, you stuck out your tongue for him, giving a tiny whine when the cold air hit your wet muscle.

Some of his prior anger vanished, seeing your submissive display for him. He adores his baby, his and only his. Sanzu took hold of your tongue with his teeth, not biting but still applying slight pressure on it. He had you squirming in between his chest and the wall. Giving a last squeeze to your cheeks, he freed your face from his grip only to imprison your tongue in his mouth. Sanzu sucked, bit, pulled your tongue even harder. Nibbling at your swollen lips. Drool was beginning to fall from your connected mouths, but Sanzu didn't care; he just wanted to feel you more and more until his hunger ceased. To stop thinking about what the others would do to his baby.

But that wasn't going to happen soon.

"This," he angrily massaged your ass, "and this" he cupped your heat "is mine," Sanzu groaned in your ear, biting your earlobe, your neck to finally get to your chest. He contemplated the clothes hugging your body tightly, and groaned at the sight. But a flash of fury crossed his eyes when he thought back to his meeting and how Bonten watched his baby. He began to yank desperately at your clothes; buttons flew in every direction as he ruined your blouse. "Stop showing what's mine to everyone," he groaned once more, seeing your skin change from flushed pink to an angry red.

Not soon after, your bra was pulled down, freeing your boobs, earning a yelp from you. "Do you know how much Ran and Rindou stare at my pretty fucking titties?" He pinched your nipples. Whimpers after whimpers left your lips; Sanzu played with your chest as he pleased, not minding how sensible you were at the moment. A playful twinkle shone in his turbulent ocean eyes, "Answer me," he pressed. Sanzu didn't give you time to think coherent words as he engulfed your left breast on his mouth, jaw hurting at how much he wanted to take in. He bit around your aureola as his tongue played with your perked nipple.

"They- They don't!" You almost screamed, "they wouldn't look at someone like m-" Sanzu didn't let you finish; he didn't even want those thoughts to appear in your mind. He hated that. With three fingers in your mouth, he kept you quiet. Whining when you felt the tips of his finger massage the back of your throat.

"Don't be so naive, love." Sanzu bitterly chuckled, "who wouldn't? Even old Takeomi," Sanzu huffed in disgust at the memory of his brother ogling at you earlier, "goes hard at your plush tighs and your soft body," he whispered, hands making a beeline for your waist, "So," hold tightened, "fucking soft," his nose caressing your cheek, "and only for me, right?" You nodded, feeling his lashes tickle your cheek. "But who wouldn't want to hold my baby? Hmm?"

"I wouldn't let them," you squeaked at him. Long fingers tapped against the elastic of your high-waisted underwear.

"Hmm, good, I know you wouldn't," his eyes scanned you from head to toe, "But that doesn't mean they won't try to take what they like." there was that crazed look beginning to emerge on Sanzu.

"B- but- I'm yours," you softly let out in between puffs of air, looking directly at him with glossy eyes. You didn't know what happened; something snapped inside Sanzu. He brutally pulled at your skirt, breaking the zipper and discarding your underwear with it.

Sanzu loses his mind every time you say who you belong to. As if it was common knowledge. As if the entire world has to know your his. Like you didn't understand why someone would want what's his. He rejoiced in that feeling. Ignoring the throbbing pain on his cock, he kneeled in front of you. Sanzu wanted more of you, all of you, and relish in knowing he's the only one to get you like this, "fuck everyone, the only thing they can do is watch," with his fingers, Sanzu opened your lower lips. A moan left his lips at the sight of your glistening insides, "I'm the only one who gets to taste my baby's pussy."

"N- no! Sanzu! I haven't cl-" you pleas were unheard. Sanzu gave a long lick in between your legs, from your hole to your aching bud. He kept lapping your juices, firm strokes of his tongue on your clit, moans from how heavenly you tasted vibrated on your cunt. Sanzu's slurping sounds merged with your cries. Timidly and in between tears, you looked down. Only to be trapped by dark blue eyes, intensely staring back at you. You couldn't look away now. The pattern of his stimulations was the same, but his intensity shifted. Soft but consistent licks at your clit sent shivers through your whole body. Your little moans acted as music to his ears, and you felt him smile.

Sanzu knew what was coming, even before you did. Opening his lips wider, he closed his mouth on your sensitive bud. He roughly sucked, once, twice until he felt you tremble and cry out his name. Your plush thighs engulfed his head; he loved the pressure, how his ears heard that empty noise. But he didn't stop, the orgasm left you twitching, but he couldn't stop yet. You had to force his head away. Slick smeared all over his chin, but a wide smile adorning his lips. His eyes were full of euphoria. No drug could ever take him as high as you.