Another Random Headcannon Of The Day:

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peh & pah are so underrated i want them both so bad

Another Random Headcannon of the day:

Pah-chin has a bocchan's palate; his taste in food is expensive, and he always looks for the best his money can buy.

It's canon that he's loaded, so his pocket money can cover all three meals for the average kid, and he eats with Peh-yan in restaurants, not fast food joints. Because of this, he has knowledge of proper table etiquette, he just doesn't want to do it. (he does teach his future wifey all he knows though, just to show off)

He also refuses to settle, so when he takes his partner on dates, think five course meals, food prepared in front of you, fresh from the sea kinds of bougie.

Not that it needs to be said, but his wife only gets the best. Yes more, no less.

Thoughts.

HIIIIIII bryce! hope ur doing okay. i was wondering if you could do foreplay with ur favourites + kazutora? aa lots of love xx

FOREPLAY

ft. mikey, kazutora, chifuyu, ran, rindou, sanzu

tw. fem!reader, teasing, dirty talk, f!oral, fingering, dirty talk, squirting, dry humping, hand!job, soft dom!w/sub!reader

an. hello love, i hope you’re doing good as well and i hope you enjoy! <3

❁ MIKEY

“how bad do you want me?” mikey questions, hands roaming your body as his breath cascades over your lips. he loves listening to your half lidded moans, voice trembling over the noises of his fingers tracing over your soft skin, he was calm—but the sounds of his pants grow deeper, and his fingers skimming your skin bare down harder. mikey cups his hand over your clothed cunt “you’re so wet.” the blood rushes to his cock at the slick coating his palm, and mikey would love nothing more than to fuck you right now yet—he wants to touch you more and more. he moves his hands to discover skin untouched by him, craving your carnal moans ripple from your lungs with every new touch. his hands grips and palm at the flesh, “want to stuff this pretty pussy so bad” he whispers, just a touch, a single touch has you crumbling, begging and whining for more of him and mikey wants to take his time, if he can cum untouched—maybe you can too.

❁ KAZUTORA

kazutora sits back, head leaning against the wall as you crawl over his legs, gripping the base of his cock and flickering your eyes to his quivering orbs. “f-fuck” he utters, screwing his eyes shut when you move your fingers up the shaft, bending over to drop a singlet of spit on his red tip. you start slow, like you always do before anything transpires with your boyfriend and he’s so sensitive to your touch but so attentive, as if he can’t keep his eyes off of you even if they’re glued shut. taking just a peek and kazutora could just cum at the sight, fingers tightly squeezing up and down the length. “wanna cum” he whines, the pre-cum oozing from the pretty flushed tip, his chest heaving with every shaky breath he inhales “make me cum please” kazutora sniffles, and what would be better than cumming inside you? your body swiftly climbing on his lap, hovering your cunt over kazutora cock and sinking down. “oh god” kazutora grits through his teeth, a hiss saturating his tongue, “too good” he finishes the sentence and finally flutters his lashes open to see you beautifully bouncing on his cock and that’s enough to feel a hot liquid coat your walls seconds later.

❁ CHIFUYU

chifuyu always smiles over your skin when he starts, brushing his lips across your neck as he makes his way lower, soft puffs of breaths exhale from his nose soothing the wet skin. it makes his lips curl how much it drives you to gush so easily, the subtle stroke of his lips against your skin and you think the sheets under you are soaking wet. he takes his time, sweet and soft but it’s harsh coated, tongue poking through his mouth to roll down your stomach, stopping right at your bare cunt. he drags his eyes up to you, simply wanting to see your face—how much you crave him with only your eyes. “my pretty girl” he coos, the white showcases within your pupils now, snaking his hand up to your stomach and laying it flat—to hold you down as he uses the tip of his tongue to flicker at your sensitive bundle of nerves. like a chain reaction, your body shivers at his muscle kitten licking on your clit. chifuyu groans just enough to send a shock to your cunt before he pulls away, hovering over your face and diving into the crevice of your neck. how many licks does it take for you to beg your boyfriend to fuck you? the world may never know.

❁ RAN

ran gripped the back of your head harder, deepening the kiss as his tongue dipped into your mouth, he kept his  remaining hand on your lower stomach for ground but as the kiss grew more heated—his hand moved further down. two slender digits drag across your slit, thumb gathering your juices and spreading your lips apart. “i love how you get so wet for me” ran groans through the kiss, biting down on your lower lip when he sinks his thick fingers in your hole. your thighs spread further as ran pumps quicker, curling his digits—ran hums when he feels your walls clench against his fingers. “gonna cum on my fingers pretty?” ran scissors faster, thumb swiping over your clit whenever he gets the chance—“be my good girl and cum on my fingers, yeah?” ran’s palm hits your ass, a tortures force as he curls his fingers, the amount of slick dripping down ass seeping through to the sheets. and it hits you, like a wave of destroying effects, crashing harder and harder the more ran finger fucks you. not collecting a singular thought as you gush, cream and even fucking squirt. you’re left breathless, gasping for any oxygen left in the room and if your orgasm was this vicious by his fingers alone—you can only wonder what cumming on his cock will be like.

❁ RINDOU

rindou thinks he might suffocate right now, your cunt is pressed against his mouth, he forgets to breathe with only one thought racing through his mind—making you cum. but he’s already exceeded that goal, now he’s just doing it for pleasure. you can hear his muffled moans, your fingers fisting his hair when rindou prods his tongue deeper in your cunt. rindou grips the plush of your ass, rolling your pussy harder on his mouth—if it’s possible. “cum” he whines, wanting—craving the feeling of your pussy gushing on his tongue, your slick dripping off his cheeks. “please” he mumbles through your folds, and he’s just so—precious, wanting to breathe for your cunt, not caring to die if it’s drowning in your juices. maybe his begging has done something as your nails grip against his scalp, head thrown back when his lips attach to your puffy clit and sucking hard as an orgasm flutters from your lungs and coats his pretty lips. “mine, all mine” rindou groans, pupils blown out into a delusional lust but most efficiently pussy drunk for you.

❁ SANZU

sanzu likes to keep your clothes on, for now. he wants to feel your clothed cunt rub against his cock, twitching and oozing with a thin fabric the screen between your hot bodies. his hands planted on your hips as he rolls you across his clothed bulge, lip tucked between his teeth watching the wet spot form on his shorts. “pussy messy” he murmurs, dragging his eyes from the pretty sight to your face “wanna see how messy you can get” he grins, rocking your body harder on his lap. the fabric clings to your cunt, dragging across your clit and you feel you’re growing close, and sanzu just knows by the way you’re struggling to keep up. your head slumping over his shoulder, mindlessly bouncing as you chase the high he installs. sanzu groans, nails eating at your flesh and he feels you gush through his lap, the wet patch soaking through to his cock. “that’s my good girl, wanna see it on my cock now” sanzu springs his length free, tapping against your wet folds “messier the better” he smiles, one thrust and he stretches your walls. sanzu doesn’t mind the mess either, giving him an excuse to clean it all up with his tongue.

@sz-u

LOVE ME THE WAY YOU DID BEFORE — chapter one ; ran haitani x reader.

there are so many things that ran haitani could do, but can one of them take him back to you?

+ tags. romance, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, hurt no comfort, bonten executive!reader, explicit sexual content, marital issues, unresolved issues, misogyny, death, neglect, canon-typical violence, crimes and criminals, drugs, smoking, drinking, illegal activities, 18+

+ chapter tags. use of profanities, mentions of killings and drugs, misogynistic remarks, gun violence, explicit sexual content, undertones of dumbification, unprotected sex, rough sex, vaginal fingering, creampie, overstimulation.

+ status. on-going !

+ note. hi hehe yay chapter one is here. jsdlkahsd pls let me know what u think about this chapter. likes, rbs and asks are always appreciated. ily with all my heart mwa. <3

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“Won’t you eat a proper breakfast?”

Your eyes immediately bore to that person who spoke as if you’re drilling holes in his skull—staring at him with your piercing look. You click your tongue, settling the cup of coffee on the table, “Why do you care?”

“We have a long day ahead of us and that's all you’re going to put on your damn body?”

You looked at Mikey with that look that says ‘did you just pair me up with this motherfucker in today’s agenda?’ which he responded with his usual dull look.

“Mikey!” you exclaimed causing for the other Bonten executive’s to jump a bit, “I would rather go with Sanzu-”

“You would rather?” Sanzu butts in, “Woman, you’re lucky to be paired with me. I’m fun to be with at work or are you forgetting those missions you had with me?”

You rolled your eyes. Yeah, right. You know what’s fun for Sanzu, it’s popping pills while killing people and gutting ‘em off. But you can’t deny that it’s a bit fun to be with Sanzu when you’re at work, or it’s just a casual hangout. Neverminding about what Kakucho said, that Bonten doesn’t need another Sanzu.

You scoffed at that, you’re still sane compared to Haruchiyo but you know you have got to stop doing drugs with him or maybe what Kakucho said would come true.

“That’s final.” Mikey announced, “Any other concerns besides the Haitani’s?”

“I’m not-” you groaned, cutting yourself off causing for the other men around the table to snicker except that motherfucker and Mikey of course.

You know even though Mikey’s not laughing and shit, he purposely said that just to piss you off or maybe it’s his annoying way of joking around with you. You rolled your eyes, getting that revolver from your gun leg holster to point it at Ran.

“You.” you raised your eyebrow, “Don’t fucking piss me off today.”

The other executives didn't do anything but shook their heads in disbelief, thinking that they’ll be stuck in between again. But come on, they’re used to you and Ran bantering like little kids. They have to listen to you two engage in nonsense fights every time you meet, so they don’t bother intervening in your petty bickering.

“Me?” Ran let out a cocky smile and leaned on the swivel chair too comfortably, “You’re the one who keeps on pissing me off. You don't even listen to simple commands and put everything to shit.”

Oh.

That’s too far, right? You should just pull the trigger right there and maybe shoot him in the head or maybe his fucking mouth because he’s too sharped-tongue. You wanted to laugh because he’ll just blame everything on you every chance he gets, huh?

It’s not like you don’t get it, he doesn’t have to shove it right in your face and make you feel like you always fail.

Too fucking far, Haitani.

“That's enough.” Kokonoi intervened when he noticed the change in your expression. He held your wrist and lowered the gun down. “You two are wasting time with this instead of working.”

You know Ran just hit the bullseye. He hit you right in the gut, you folded easily it’s as though you’re punched in the stomach.

Did he really have to say that? Does he really accuse you for everything?

But can you really blame him? You act all tough but no matter what you do or how you put it, you know it was your fault.

…

“This is it?” you asked Ran once you got out of his Bentley, the people around turning their heads to the both of you. This place is a shithole, you can see the thugs around, criminals—well, you and Ran were no different. You two are just hiding behind your luxurious stuff—beneath this millions of worth of car, suits and fancy dress—you’re criminals just like them.

“Yeah.” Ran answered, turning his head to you and not long, he saw this one old geezer walking towards your direction. He didn't need to do anything, as you would say, you can do things by yourself.

You're an independent woman, you. That’s one of the things that made Ran fall for you.

He just sighed, leaning on his car with his arms crossed as he watched the scene before him.

“What’s a fine young lady doing in a place like- woah! Calm down, missy.” before he could even finish, you were pointing your gun on his neck. Pushing the muzzle a bit deep on the carotid pulse, making his body tense.

Your finger was on the trigger, one pull and this shit would be gone. You’re not one to hesitate, you’ve been doing this for years. What’s one old disgusting geezer, right?

“Hm.” you hummed, looking at your pretty nails that you just got done yesterday, “You see I’m not here to waste my bullet on your fucking head but you know, I enjoy the occasional spontaneity.”

Ran rolled his eyes with your unnecessary speech, “Just do what you have to do. You don't have to drag it this long.”

“Fuck you, Haitani. I just told you not to piss me off today.” you glared at him for a bit and once again turned your attention to the one you’re pointing your gun to, “But I don’t want your filthy blood all over me so I’m going to let you off, hm?”

You flashed a sweet smile, removing your gun slowly. “Thank you-”

He screamed in anguish once you pulled the trigger and shot his foot, “On second thought, you disgust me. Come on, Ran.”

You nonchalantly said and entered the old bar first. Ran clicked his tongue and pulled his wallet out of his suit pocket to get some bills before following you, he then turned to that old man and tossed the bills on the ground, “You should get that checked out.”

Ran caught up with you, he leaned his mouth on your ear. That familiar shiver jolts to your spine and escalates all through out your body when you feel his warm breathe on your skin, “Did you have to shoot his fucking feet?”

“It’s fun.” you said, ignoring that feeling and giving him dull stare, “I should've brought Haruchiyo instead, he’d give me a high five.”

“Just focus on what we’re here for.” he hissed, his eyes wandered around the old bar, he certainly didn't like the way that the men in here were eyeing you—some of them were whistling when you walked in, looking at you up and down; it’s as if they're undressing you with their eyes and it’s pissing him off.

So he did what he was used to doing, wrap his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You certainly didn't expect the sudden touching, your heart was trembling inside your chest, as if there’s some kind of earthquake going on inside.

You hated the fact that you could still smell that familiar perfume that he was wearing, it gives you some mixed emotion—of course, you gave that to him on your anniversary.

He’s still wearing it. This gives you flashbacks. You feel like you’re going to falter and break down. Him being close to you makes you lose your mind.

Too many questions run on the back of your mind; questions like, why is he doing this? Why does he have to complicate your feelings?

You have been through hell and managed to pick yourself up from that heart-rending incident and it will completely destroy you if you go back to square one. You know it will, and you don’t know if you can manage saving yourself again.

Still, you composed yourself. You didn't want to seem like you're losing your mind when in fact, you are. You gave him a disgusted look and pulled away from him a bit but he’s got a tight hold on your waist, “What’s with the touching?”

“Habits.” he simply said before begrudgingly let go of you once you both reached the bar, before the bartender could even speak, Ran took the liberty of doing it first. “We’re not here for chitchat. Ichiro Hashimoto.”

The bartender continued on wiping the bar or what shit he can do to ignore the two of you. Maybe it’s a good thing that you brought Ran because you and Sanzu would wreak havoc in here. His eyebrow raised, lavender irises staring straight at the bartender as he clicked his tongue. “I know you know him.”

“I don’t know who are you pertaining to-”

Ran placed his gun above the counter and gave the bartender a taunting smile while you watched with your bored expression. You don't even know why Mikey did have to pair you up with your ex-husband. Ran could clearly do this all by himself and you hated to admit it, he looks so hot doing it.

“I bet you know who I’m talking about now, do you?”

“Oh god, this is boring.” you rolled your eyes as you tapped your worth of thousands of dollar heels on the floor. “Just tell us where Hashimoto is and maybe we’ll spare your life.”

“Spare my life?” the bartender chuckled and flashed you a condescending smile, “I would understand if that came from this gentleman right here. Can you even handle a gun, little lady?”

“Oh my god, you’re an annoying misogynistic fuck, no?” you chuckled, “Did you not hear the gunshot outside?”

He just shook his head as he laughed and that made your blood boil. It’s irritating, how these male chauvinists treat you like you’re some kind of a weakling. You’re about to pull the gun out of your thigh holster when Ran stops you and gives you ‘that’ look.

It’s just amazing that it has been a year or two since you divorced but he still has this kind of effect on you. Though, it annoys you as well. You’re supposed to be moving on, not falling in deeper.

But how could you do that? When has he been with you ever since? From ruling Roppongi—you, Ran and Rindou—to joining gangs and doing illegal shits. You have been with him ever since you were still a bit unaware of some things. Your whole life revolved around him.

You know every bit of him. You know what he likes and doesn't, what makes him smile, what makes him wrap his arms around your waist and bury his face on your neck and whisper saccharine words in your ear. Even the things that make him cry, you know all of it.

For fuck’s sake, you married him. You were supposed to build a whole ass life with him, it didn’t matter if you were in deep bad shit as long as you’re together.

You were each other’s everything until you weren’t anymore.

“Listen.” you were back to reality from reminiscing what you two used to be when you heard his voice. “I’m being fucking nice here. If you don't want me to drag you out of this shitty old place and bash your face in then tell me where the fuck is Hashimoto.”

Bonten has been bugging this man for weeks about the whereabouts of Ichiro Hashimoto—the traitor who sold one of Bonten’s drug den to the detectives who were on your case. Bonten bribed him, followed him, beat him even—though, you can’t really kill him since he’s your only lead.

You were tipped off that this man knows the hideout of Ichiro and that they’ve been in contact. At first, you only sent members but he’s not breaking—that’s where you—the executives come in.

But, imagine how pissed Sanzu is? Maybe that’s why Mikey sent you and Ran instead. Who knows what goddamn mayhem Sanzu would cause here.

“I don't fucking know. So, get out of my bar-”

The man stopped talking when you shot the ceiling, causing other people to flinch and look your way—you gave the bartender a wide smile, “Oh, sweetie. If you fucking play dumb again, the next bullet would be on your fucking head. So, you choose, hm?”

“What’s it going to be?” Ran raised his eyebrow along with a cocky smirk tugging on his lips as he placed his arm around your shoulders subconsciously, both of you grinning arrogantly at the man.

“I’m not going to tell you-”

You shot the bottle behind him, grazing his ear. “Fuck! Damn it! I’ll talk!”

Ran heard you giggle, and that’s when you both turned your heads to look at each other.

Yeah, it’ll be a lie if Ran said that he didn’t feel anything when your lips curved in an upward manner and winked at him.

…

“Hashimoto escaped our men.” Ran announced as soon as he dropped the call, he sighed as he stopped the car when the traffic light turned red. He turned to you when he noticed that you aren't saying anything, usually, you’ll lose your mind and annoy him to catch Hashimoto by yourselves—he saw that you were looking out the window, he followed your line of sight and saw that you were looking at that one shop.

Suddenly, there’s a familiar throe in his chest. He saw your fists, enclosed in a tight ball. He wanted to touch you and tell you that he’s there—that you didn’t need to be alone in what you feel but he guessed he should’ve done that two years ago.

Then, maybe he wouldn’t have lost you.

Ran wanted to pull you in his arms but the turmoil—all the pain was coming back to him. It hit him all at once that he felt like he couldn't get up, it felt like he was back in the pit that he put himself in years ago. Looking at you at this moment, it seems as though he saw the old you. The calm and serene one.

“That’s cute.” you mumbled, the tears were silent as it fell from the corner of your eyes, you chuckled and wiped your tears, pointing at the cute infant clothes that were displayed on the window, “That’s cute, right… Ran? That one.”

“Hm.” he responded, he felt like choking on his own saliva. His eyes were stinging and soon enough there’ll be tears falling from his own eyes. What’s the point of all this? What’s the point of reminiscing about things that you both failed to have? That you both have failed to protect?

You didn’t say anything any further until you both arrived at Bonten’s headquarters, slamming Ran’s car door as soon as you got out of his car, making him groan. “We should have went there by ourselves, you know our men it’s kind of dumb assholes.”

“Yeah, and then you’ll kill Hashimoto as soon as you see him?” Ran argued as he followed you, the click clacking of your heels was heard echoing all throughout Bonten’s HQ.

“Because that’s how it should be, you know what we do to traitors, right? Come on, Haitani. You’re an executive.”

“You think I don’t know that? What I’m saying is you’re reckless… I'm responsible here for sending our men to catch Hashimoto. I won’t let you shoot our crucial lead in the fucking head just because you’re pissed off. You’re being irrational, doing stupid unnecessary shits-”

“Excuse me?” you scoffed, not pleased with what he's saying to you, “You think I’m being stupid?”

“That’s not what I’m saying!” he said a bit loud, maybe enough for the other executives to know that you both have arrived at the headquarters, “I’m saying your actions are stupid, don’t put words in my mouth!”

You huffed, crossing your arms as you looked at him with your eyebrows raised. None of you were looking away, determined to eye each other with such hate in your eyes.

Or maybe that’s what you’re just trying to reflect.

“Stop staring at me, asshole.”

“You stop.” You were glaring at him with such a burning gaze, if your looks could ignite fire—Ran surely is burned to the ground. “I fucking hate you.”

The rage was pumping on your veins. Looking at Ran was pissing you off, especially with those lavender eyes staring at you with such taunt, eyeing your facial features—his eyes seemed to be glued at your lips at the moment.

“I hate you too.” he answered, licking the insides of his cheek, eyes wandering down from your lips to your neck, to your collarbones—well, you’re not naïve, you’re not so blind that you can’t see where his eyes are going.

You hate it, how fiery his irises are; the intensity that he’s giving you, it feels like your legs are trembling and you’ll fall into his trap.

Well, fuck. It works.

His provocative looks are driving you to insanity. It makes you so mad that you wanted to just bite him down— “Fuck you, Ran. Take your clothes off.”

He wasn't surprised when you tug on his tie, pressing yourself and your lips to his as you turn the knob and push him inside the office while kissing him hungrily. In fact, he has a sly smirk on while you suck each other’s faces off. If you ask him, he will honestly tell you that he didn't expect for this to happen.

But it’s not so bad where it’s going, right?

His large hands cups your ass, you jump a bit in order for Ran to carry you and press your back to the door while your legs are wrapped around his hips, a moan escapes your lips as you feel his hard crotch grinding against yours.

How he longed to hear that sweet moan of yours, how he missed taking all over you—trapping you in him that you won't be able to think straight—and all that’s in your head was him.

“R-ran.” you gripped his shoulder, his kisses went down to your neck. Sucking the flesh of your skin into his mouth so sensually, “F-fuck- ah you! Don’t put a mark on me, asshole.”

“Shut the fuck up.” he groaned on your neck, and you don't have any clue as to why you were even more turned on when he just told you that.

It didn't enter your mind that you shouldn't be doing this with Ran, your ex-husband for heaven’s sake. It’s as if the thoughts you have about avoiding him—by not letting yourself get hurt again was thrown out the window.

But fuck it, you haven't been laid ever since Ran and much to your dismay, you get to fuck someone again—you just didn't expect that the last person you had sex with will be the first one after two years.

His hands were gripping your ass, lifting your dress up to your hips, revealing your underwear that makes him lose his mind, it just looks hot on you—you look hot to him in everything anyway, “Fuck, you know I love this one.”

You didn't plan any of this, I swear.

“Mhmm- ah.” his fingers slipped in your dripping cunt, his cock was aching inside his pants—longing to be inside your tight wet pussy that deliciously clamps on his big fat cock. “Ran-”

“Missed your pretty pussy.” he whispered in your ears, the sensation jolting through your veins as if your body was awaken from a long deep slumber, the whimpering uncontrollably rolls out of your mouth when he entered his fingers inside your gaping hole, his thumb pressing onto your clit. “Mhm- missed fucking this cunt.”

“F-fuck- please…” you whimpered, your swollen little cunny aching to be fucked stupid by his dick. His hands moved at a pace that had you gripping on his suit. Every word, whimper—even the small curl your lips make has his dick growing inside his pants.

He lets out a throaty chuckle, “You’re still needy, huh?”

His fingers moved in a fast unrelenting pace, it’s just how you remember it, his hands were more than enough to make you dumb and satiated, creaming on him like his good little bitch. “Ran- just… f-fuck—hah!”

“Suck.” he ordered, shoving his fingers in your mouth coated with your juices, “Fuck, that’s it.”

You look helpless, pinned on the door with Ran’s body towering over you and that’s exactly what he wants—God knows how much this man longed for you, hoping every single day for the past two years to be close to you.

To hold you again, to kiss your pretty lips, to make you go crazy for him. His lips were once again above yours, kissing you a bit more softly compared to earlier, all the while moving to the desk to settle you down.

You're getting drowned on how deep his kisses were, your heart and mind was in complete chaos; debating whether to pull away before you find yourself getting numb and defenseless—however, it’s Ran.

It’s the man who you loved with your whole heart and probably continue to do so even if you’re not together.

It didn’t matter anyway, now that you’re above the desk—legs wide open as your tits bounces freely along with the movements because of Ran’s hard unsympathetic thrusts in and out of your swollen pussy. “Fuck—baby, you’re so tight.”

Shaky moans slipped out of your mouth as he plunges his dick inside you, balls deep as he hits all the right spots that make you go out of control, “Nggh—R-ran, harder! Please, ah!”

Ran was utterly satisfied, you can sense the unmatched domineering attitude radiate out of him as if he was releasing it out of his body to show who’s in control. “Harder, yeah? My doll wants it harder, hm?”

He held your leg up, placing it on his shoulder and angled himself, ramming his cock into your cunny harder and faster. So hard that the desk was moving along with Ran’s ruthless plowing, you were gripping onto what object you can hold on to as you chant his name, enough for the other executives to hear that you’re getting fucked into oblivion.

It feels so good; the length of his cock rubbing against your walls, your pussy getting stretched and filled out by his overwhelming girth. Your throat was high and dry, your body was convulsing as Ran continued on drilling your overstimulated cunt, seeping out juices for the second time today.

“Ran!” you cried out, “Fuck, fuck!”

His groans turned into long moans, dragging on his throat as he forced his dick inside your pussy while his thick hot cum was oozing out of his cock, all you did was to take it. Not thinking about anything at all.

Yet, slowly, you realize that you’ve let your guard down. You opened the gate and left it unguarded, despair was painted all over your face once you’ve come down from your high. But you know, it didn’t matter that you were defenseless, you weren’t thinking about yourself much anyway at this point.

Because in the first place, Ran was always your priority. He always comes first, even before yourself. Maybe that’s why you had a hard time saving yourself.

Or did you? Did you even save yourself already or you just make yourself believe that you’re doing alright?

Ran pulled out of you, he leaned his face close to you—the moment that he saw tears falling from your eyes—adrenaline rushed through his veins, his heart was pounding and if possible, it was cracking bit by bit when he saw the look in your eyes, “Baby… d-did I hurt you? What’s wrong?”

You didn’t. I did. I hurt you.

“Ran.” you cried, face buried at the palm of your hands as you sobbed as hard as you could. Loud cries filled the four corners of the room, emotion of despair and longing prancing around the air. “I- I can’t… this shouldn’t have happened.”

“I’m sorry.” you whispered, “I’m really sorry- it’s all my fault. I- I don’t want to do this.”

Ran watched as you fixed yourself, not even sparing him a single glance as you walked out of the office as if nothing happened between the two of you. You can’t even look at him because once you do, you know you’ll be in his arms again without even batting an eyelash.

And that’s what you’re avoiding at all cost, it’s a strange thing—your job is precarious, unpredictable because you have no clue whether it is your last or not—but none of that scares you. None of the bullets compare to the fear of seeing Ran Haitani crumble and lose himself again because of you.

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IMPORTANT NOTICE. PSEUDO CHANGE!

CHI → KAZE

you can also call me ze for short starting from now. changed it cause of personal reasons. this will be queued for a couple of times, and reblogs are appreciated!

❥Anon requested: Single dad Kazu because mom left, it was too much for her.

❥This is a repost from my old blog.

Kazutora woke up to the cries of his baby. He slowly opened his eyes and searched for his girlfriend, but the other side of the bed was empty. He remembered the argument they had had last night, both were under a lot of pressure and horrible things were said on both sides. He didn’t recall her going to bed, so he assumed she must’ve slept on the couch or in the baby’s room.

He closed his eyes again, thinking she could handle the situation this time, but after two minutes of incessant cries, he finally got up and cradled the baby against his chest, gently rocking her and humming a song.

The baby almost immediately stopped crying, her dad smiling down at her, wondering how someone like him could have helped create something so precious and delicate.

“Mommy must’ve gone to work early,” he said and kissed his daughter’s forehead, “oh, look, we have a text from your nanny”

After Taiga, his daughter, had been born, he had developed the habit of narrating everything to her. He felt like he was including her as much as possible in everything.

The text said she wouldn’t be able to go due to some family emergency. Kazutora glanced at the clock once again, it was almost time for him to go.

“Well,wait for me to get dressed real quick,” he said as he lowered her, trying to place her gently in her cradle, but she quickly disagreed with his actions, wailing, “no? okay, let’s get you dressed first”

He changed her diaper and dressed her in a flower print dress and a white romper.

“Look at you! You look like a little princess!” he said and laid her on his bed while he got dressed.

Once he finished, he tied his hair in a bun and prepared everything he might need to tend to his baby’s needs throughout the day and packed them on the stroller. Once he checked everything was under control, he headed out, deciding to grab something for breakfast on his way to the pet shop and maybe getting Chifuyu some tea.

“Oh, hi Taiga!” Chifuyu said when he saw the pair coming in, immediately walking to hold the baby, “aren’t you the most beautiful lady?” he said, pinching her cheek, making her giggle.

While Chifuyu played with Taiga, Kazutora started his daily routine at the shop.

“Kazutora, you can’t keep bringing her,” Chifuyu said, almost one hour later, the comment making Kazutora tense immediately, “she’s too cute, she keeps distracting me!”

Kazutora turned to look at them, when had Chifuyu grabbed the baby carrier?

“Sorry, the nanny had an emergency and couldn’t come” he said with an apologetic smile.

“Oh well, more time she spends with uncle Chifuyu then!” he said, looking at the baby and tickling her belly.

“Takemichi will come pick her up later”

Chifuyu pouted at his words,making Kazutora chuckle.

The day was uneventful. Takemichi went almost two hours later to pick up the baby, who seemingly had everyone enamoured with her and Kazutora and Chifuyu were left alone to go on their jobs. As hours passed by, Kazutora told Chifuyu about the argument with his girlfriend, seeking advice from his friend. Chifuyu offered some different insight, helping Kazutora see things from a different perspective. They went out to have lunch at the usual cafeteria and cleaned the pet shop, ordered some stuff, went through different appointments, offered clients some advice…

Later, Takemichi dropped by to ask for Kazutora’s keys, to prep Taiga’s dinner and get her ready for bed before he arrived, saying he’d be going with Hina, make dinner and leave once his girlfriend arrived.

It was ten o'clock when Kazutora arrived home and was surprised when Hina opened the door. He recognized the feeling in her eyes immediately, she was looking at him with pity.

“What’s wrong?”

“I—uh…Takemichi found something…” She said and handed him a folded piece of paper.

He recognized his name written in his girlfriend’s calligraphy, the one he had always loved and didn’t stop to read its content before dialing her number.

He felt nauseous while waiting for her to pick up the phone.

“Tora?”

“Where are you?”

“I” she sighed “I had to go, sorry”

“B-but where?” He was feeling anxious.

“I can’t tell you,” her voice sounded strained, like she had been crying. It broke Kazutora’s heart.

“When will you be back?”

“I don’t know,” she said, voice still trembling, “I’m so sorry, Tora”

“It’s okay, just… Take your time, we can fix th—”

“I don't— I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry”

And she hung up.

He dialed her number again and again but the same robotic voice sounded on the other line, mocking him.

“The number you are trying to call is unreachable. Please, try later”

He felt pain on his chest, like someone was holding his heart on their fist, squeezing it every time it bet. His gaze was unfocused, and felt like no matter how hard he tried, his lungs just didn’t work. It was suffocating. How was he going to handle this? What had he done? Why did everyone leave him behind? Why couldn’t he do anything right? How was he going to move on?

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard Taiga crying.

He couldn’t afford to break down, not this time. His baby depended on him. He had friends this time. He had to do this, no matter how hard it was.

“Takemichi,” he called his friend, “can you look over Taiga for a couple of days?” he said looking at him trying to contain his tears, “she’s not coming back. It’s just the two of us now, babygirl,” he told Taiga.

“Yes, anything we can do to help”

“Thank you”

Takemichi and Hina packed Taiga’s stuff and headed home, telling Kazutora to call them whenever he needed anything. He asked them to please tell the others what had happened, not feeling strong enough to repeat the story over and over again.

He took almost the entirety of the next day to cry and feel bad for himself and that night to recall what had led to his girlfriend’s decision. As the hours passed, he regretted brushing off the little details, little changes in her and her attitude. During her pregnancy, she was excited to have a baby. Everything seemed scary yet exciting. But once Taiga was born, she distanced herself from her. She didn’t want to hold her. She didn’t want to spend time with her. She would flinch everytime the baby cried. She would say it was normal, for some mothers, and that it would pass that she just needed some time.

The next day, he thought about all the good things he had now. Taiga, his job, his friends.

He remembered the day Taiga was born, the first time he saw her. How tiny and beautiful and perfect she was. His little miracle. He had to be strong for her, to be there for her.

“Takemichi, I’m coming over” he texted at noon.

Most of his friends were gathered at Takemichi’s house, and were surprised at how Kazutora was holding himself. He still looked sad, and allowed himself to be, not trying to hide it, but looked determined to go on with his life and take care of his daughter. It wouldn’t be easy and he knew it, but he was willing to do everything he could to make it work.

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