Big Fat Obese Diabetic Mood

big fat obese diabetic mood

i love keisuke baji so much i’m sick

“What are you doing?”

Baji gets no response except for the shuffling of material as you neatly fold your clothes and put them into the duffel on the bed. You don’t look at him as you reach blindly for another item of clothing.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He’s more forceful this time and he sees the tremor in your hands at his tone. He sees it and it does something to the ball of emotion that he’d been swelling inside him these past few weeks. Anger and disappointment flood him. “Are you leaving?”

Your fist tightens on the shirt in your grasp. Your shoulder hunching as he crosses the room. His hands hover over your shoulder, freezing when you flinch away from his touch. “I- I don’t think I can do this anymore,” you say. Your voice is small, soft, careful. Like you’re speaking to a wild animal and you’re afraid you might spook it. “I can’t- you’re—”

Your words are interrupted by a hiccup. A broken sound that rips from you. It unravels your resolve as though you’ve pulled on the loose thread of your sanity. You’re sobbing. Your palm trembling as you attempt to cover your mouth and hide the awful sounds leaving you.

Baji is stupefied. He has no idea what is happing right now. He reaches for you only to have you scramble out of his reach. Almost tripping over your feet in your haste. His brows furrow, as he continues to advance on you and you continue to back away.

“Angel?” He questions. “Angel, what the fuck is going on?”

He’s cornered you and you recover enough to snap. To let him hook those warm, work roughened fingers into the delicate threads of your self control and tear them apart. “You fucked her!” You scream. “You fucked her!” And your hands are slamming against Baji’s chest. The echo of each thumb as you pound at the hard muscle rings in your ear.

Someone is screaming and Baji is frozen. Muscles locked as he takes every hit. As he lets you claw and slap at him. Because he hadn’t- he hadn’t anticipated this. That you would learn about his one fuck up. That it would do something like this you. Your struggling ceases and he realizes he’s reflexively wrapped his arms around you and you’d reflexively melted into the contours of him.

You must realize it as well because with a strength not even you knew you possessed you shove him. And Baji is weak limbed and distracted so that he goes sprawling into his ass at the movement. He’s gaping. Like one of the koi at the aquarium he’d taken you to on your first date. Lips parted as he stares at you dumbly. He cannot speak but his silence is enough.

Your breathing is ragged as you redouble efforts of packing. You don’t bother folding the clothes anymore. Just chucking them into the space bag, uncaring of what the item actually is.

“It was-“ he licks his lips and just the sound of his voice sets you on edge all over again. “It was a mistake.”

Your sadness and disappointment are morphing into something ugly and violent and for one insane second you consider calling your brothers. They’d kill him. They’d kill him. They’d kill hi- but you don’t want him dead. You love him. You don’t want him dead. And you’re crying all over again because you love him.

You love the lying, cheating bastard who’d married you under cherry blossoms in spring and danced in the wet sand, in the cold rain just so you could say you’d done it. You love the lying, cheating man you’d adopted a dog with. You’d bought a house with. Planned to start a family with.

“How many times?” You ask between sobs. “How many times Keisuke?”

“Once,” he admits. “It was only once. It was a mistake,” he’s rambling. Your question has opened the floodgates for excuses. “It never happens after that. I was going to tell you but she told me not to. She said-“ he pauses again and you almost scoff at him. “She said you’d hate us. So I- I kept it and it- please don’t leave me.”

He sounds as broken as you. You can’t even look at him. You can’t even look at him. “She’s pregnant,” you announce. “Eight months. The timing’s about right. Yeah?”

Baji makes a choked noise. Like he’s drowning on air. “No!” He protests. “It’s not mine. It can’t- it can’t be-“

“It’s yourself alright,” you sniffle. “Said she hadn’t been with any other man since that night.”

“She’s lying-“

“You’re both lying pieces of shit,” you say, and you zip the duffle, reaching for your handbag on a nearby chair you shuffle around the room grabbing your jewelry and then into the adjoining bathroom to grab your toiletries. Baji remains on the floor is head in his hands.

“Please,” he says. And he sound rightfully broken. “Please don’t leave- we can- we can talk about this.”

There’s nothing to talk about. You grab the duffel and head for the door. You stop in the frame and glance at him over your shoulder. “I hope she gives you those twins you’ve always wanted.”

Hello, I don’t know if your requests are still open since I saw that u already have a lot of them… If you want and will find a bit of time can you do: your child asking you how are babies made with Baji izana and ran? Thank you sm please don’t pressure yourself take your time <3

— when your child ask how babies are made!

ft. baji, izana, ran + rindou

tw. fem!reader, children, talks of babies, mentions of pregnancy, slightly suggestive, straight up fluff and domestic stuff

an. i rarely take sfw requests but sometimes i like being cute, i added rindou cause he’d make a cute dad <3

꒰ baji ꒱

“daddy?” your daughter asks, nestled between his legs while your husband brushes through her hair, soft curses leaving his lips when he gets the brush stuck in her hair.

“where do babies come from?” she questions, leaning her face up to narrowing her eyes at baji, he shrugs his shoulders “usually i start with getting between your mommy’s legs—” baji stops when you kick his back from the couch “keisuke! seriously?” you shout, anger flickering in your eyes.

“what? she wants to know!” he laughs, gathering your daughter's hair and happy with her long black strands combed perfectly on her back “she’s also five!” you huff, gripping the bridge of your nose in annoyance.

baji rolls his eyes scooping your daughter up and laying her in his lap, he smiles leaning down and rubbing his nose against her warm cheeks “why you wanna know so bad?” he whispers, she bites at her inner cheek—thinking really hard, “i want another sister—or brother!” she explains happily, flashing her canines with her self indulgent answer.

“is that right? well for that to happen you gotta give me and mommy alone time and not playin’ princess tea party every night till your bedtime” baji snickers, glancing up at you and reaching his hand out to rub at your knee.

“what do you say mommy? think we should do that right now—since whatever the princess wants, gets” baji’s voice grows deep and you can’t help but drop your eyes in a haze.

your daughter crawls out of his lap, climbing up on the couch and gripping your cheeks within her tiny hands “i’ll give you and daddy all the time you need” she whispers and baji stands to his feet, leaning over to press a kiss to your daughters head before bending over to your ear “even though no matter all the alone time i get with you will never be enough” baji breathes in your ear his husky voice coloring the shell.

your daughter sighs snuggling deeper in your chest as baji leans back up sending a wink to you before walking towards your bedroom and you’re already jumping to your feet and rushing your daughter to her bed.

꒰ izana ꒱

izana sits on the couch with his son and daughter on either side of his hip, they all mindlessly watch a color television show in a tranquil silence.

noises of food crackle and pop while you make dinner for them, izana leaning up to watch your curves move in sync before feeling his daughter tug at his arm, “daddy where do babies come from?” she questions, bright eyes glaring at him—izana bites his lip at the question, his son joining in the conversation “yeah daddy tell us!”

izana stutters and trips over his words, “they come from my tummy” you walk over handing them both plates of food and nodding your head towards the dinner table. both children's attention quickly pulled to food, running over to the table and already starting to stuff their faces.

you lay over on izana’s lap, his hands gripping at your thighs “is that where children come from?” he jokes, laying his head on your shoulder, “you should know where they come from, always saying you’re gonna give them to me” you whisper before pulling from his lap and walking over to the table.

izana cheeks grow warm, still sitting on the couch in a daze as he watches his family waiting for him to join them, trying to hold back tears from escaping his eyes at true happiness laid out right in front of him.

꒰ ran ꒱

“i love you” ran huffs in your neck, holding you closer in his arms, lips curling into a smile when he feels a tiny finger poking his ribs “what about me?” his daughter whines.

ran flips over in the bed, wrapping his arms around her in a vice grip “you know i love you too angel” he places a kiss on her cheek “i love you so much” he peppers her face with more kisses, soft giggles escaping her pouting lips.

“daddy, where do babies come from?” she questions and you bust out laughing when ran freezes, “babies?” like actual babies?” he hikes his eyebrow, sitting up in the bed and fully facing her.

“yes, mommy said to ask you” she looks up at ran, long blonde strands covering her eyes, blowing small huffs of hair out of her face, “why would your mommy ask that?” he questions, pulling the hair from her face.

“because she said she has a baby in her tummy and i wanna know how!” your daughter squeals, gripping at him when he whips his head around to look at you.

“a-are you pregnant?” he shakily asks, tears rimming his violet eyes, you smile back “i am.” ran tackles you into the bed, holding you tighter while tears flood his vision.

your daughter curiously topples over ran, climbing on his back and nestling her face on his cheek “why are you crying daddy?” she demands, pawing at the wetness running down his cheeks, “because i’m so happy” he chokes out, and your daughter long forgets where babies come from and the reason behind why her tough, terrifying dad is sobbing like an actual baby.

꒰ rindou ꒱

“i hear it” rindou shivers under the covers, gripping harder to your nightshirt, “hear what?” you question, scrolling mindlessly through your phone.

“that thing that lives with us—rent free i might add” rindou wraps his arms around you in a fake fear grip, nestling his cheek in the crevice of your neck. you look up from your phone to listen closely to the soft noises of feet padding towards your bedroom door.

“do you mean our child?” you deadpan, the footsteps cease right at your door, rindou huffs in your skin “oh god here it comes” he whispers.

your child barges through the door, soft strands of hair bounce with the rhythm of the stance “daddy, where do babies come from?” your son exclaims, crawling on the bed and making his way between your bodies.

he kicks rindou in the chest creating a spot beside his father, squinting his violet eyes in his direction “i don’t know, ask your mama” rindou laughs, pulling away from you to cradle his child.

the little boy snuggles into rindou’s chest, chubby fingers gripping at his toned chest as he tilts his head towards his father “but i want you to tell me” he pouts and rindou can’t—just can’t ignore that cute little face looking up at him, the innocent doe eyes mirror his, wondering in amazement.

rindou scoffs at how warm his heart is, chest radiating heat and crawling to the tips of his ears. “uh—w-when i love your mommy so much, so much she can’t stand it, a baby will pop right in her tummy” rindou mumbles, cheeks burning red when you giggle beside him.

your son laughs before wiggling out of rindou’s grasps and jumping off the bed, he spins around pointing both fingers in you and rindou directions “i’m leavin’ so you both can love each other and give me a brother!” he yells before running out the door.

rindou turns to you, bringing his hand behind your head and pulling you into a deep kiss “you heard the kid” he mumbles through the kiss, his other hand toying with your shirt.

ive never related more with something in my entire life

i have a fucking pair of SOCKS from this man

trent lane. if that man were real I'd- LORDDD.

you’re valid.

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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❥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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