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GN - Gender Neutral || AFAB - A Female At Birth
𝟏-𝟓 - lazy makeout, tit play, thigh fucking, cunnilingus.
𝟔-𝟏𝟎 - blowjob, lazy sex, thigh riding, brat taming, rough sex.
𝟏𝟏-𝟏𝟓 - bondage, ovulation + pussy slapping, breeding + mate press, public sex, cockwarming + brats.
𝟏𝟔-𝟐𝟎 - creampie, mutual masturbation, dry humping, exhibitionism, impact play.
𝟐𝟏-𝟐𝟒 - prone bone, face sitting, tit fucking, 69.
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟓 - intimacy, frotting, bath sex, praise.
ran, one of the best father 🫶
more more more more more more more
𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 !
pairings: bonten dad!haitani ran x fem!reader
genre: fluff ☁️ + vvv slight suggestiveness 💫
summary: in which dad!ran gets woken up by his five-year-old daughter who wants him to braid her hair prettily for school as he had promised.
word count: 3.7k
author’s note: are we surprised that I wrote about ran? nope. couldn’t resist it because i was inspired by this fanart i saw on twitter link and uGh kinda wanna make a mini series to include rin + sanzu now \(//∇//)\ but we’ll see!! also, sorry for any errors >_<
✎ for more imagines by yours truly, check out my masterlist
“Mummy, what time is Daddy gonna wake up?” Asked your five-year-old daughter as she gazed up at you with those bright lavender hues, one of the many things she inherited from her dad, from where she sat on the bar stool.
You paused from spreading the blueberry jam on the toast in your hand to glance at the clock. The time was seven in the morning—a time that the Haitani Ran, your husband, was not known for waking up on his day off.
You knew your husband’s sleeping habits and that he would wake up at ungodly hours from a long slumber. Sometimes you wouldn’t even see him around throughout the day because he had cooped himself up in the bedroom, sleeping away in your shared king-size bed. And especially with those expensive silk sheets he specifically bought, it was even more challenging for him to get up.
A sigh softly left your lips before you turned back to face your daughter. “Not any time soon, hon.” As you finished spreading the jam onto the toast, you placed it on the plate before pushing it across the counter for your daughter to eat. “Why, what’s wrong?”
You look at your daughter with curious eyes, waiting for her reply. She made a reach for the plate and grabbed a toast. Bringing the food up to her lips, she took a bite and munched away before swallowing it down. “Could you wake him up? He promised to braid my hair for school today!”
Your eyes widened in surprise. “He did? When?”
“It was before Daddy had to go on his business trip,” your daughter answered with a pout as she ate her toast sadly.
Your lips formed into an ‘o’ shape while nodding in understanding. That said “business trip” wasn’t just any regular and innocent trip that you’d expect as an office worker would do. No, it was a business trip that involved illegal transactions of drugs and arms—just your typical gang organisation things. But your little five-year-old daughter doesn’t know that.
And it was late last night that Ran had flown back home after a successful deal. You were waiting up for him as he came stumbling through the front door around two in the morning, welcoming him home into your warm arms before he crashed onto the bed, drained and jet-lagged after the long week.
“Do you think…he forgot?” You heard your daughter hesitantly ask with beady eyes that looked as though she could cry any moment.
“Oh, honey, no.” You began to approach her while shaking your head profusely. “Don’t say that. Daddy would never forget.”
Crouching down to her eye level, you felt your heart sink in your chest over the expression on your five-year-old daughter’s face. Her smooth features were now wrinkled with a frown as she casts her eyes down, avoiding your gaze.
“Really?” She sniffled lightly as you gently stroke her long hair comfortingly.
From where you guys were in the kitchen, you could hear Ran’s light snores coming from the bedroom where the door was left open ajar, indicating the deep sleep he was in. You slowly sucked in a breath, eyes gazing into the bedroom where you knew your husband was wrapped up like a cocoon in the blankets, all cosied up. A part of you felt bad for interrupting the man’s rest, but the brokenhearted sight of your little girl got the better of you.
You knew how important it must be for your daughter to have her dad do her hair this morning. It was definitely a moment you didn’t want her to have a sad memory of, nor did you want Ran to upset his little girl either. Thus, you put on a brave face and smiled to cheer her up.
“Really.” You nodded your head in resolute. “Look, why don’t we go wake your dad up right now?”
Upon hearing that, her features significantly brightened up as a grin stretched on her lips and she began bouncing excitedly in her seat. “Can we?”
“Why not? C’mon, let’s go!” Lifting your daughter up from her seat, you put her down till her small feet touched the floor. Then, with an outstretched hand, you offered it to her. “Shall we?”
She nodded her head eagerly. “Yes!”
Her small hand latched onto yours and you both held onto each other tightly while making your way to the master bedroom. All the while, there was a skip in the little girl’s step as she practically almost dragged you along behind her. Giggles left your lips as you let her pull you.
As you guys approach the bedroom, Ran’s snore grew louder till you both were right outside. However, your daughter immediately halted at the threshold of the room, seeming to have frozen as you almost bumped into her.
Glancing down at her with a confused look, you asked, “What’s wrong?”
“What’s that scary noise?” she timidly asked, going around to hide behind your legs in fear.
You chuckled, reaching a hand down to pat her head. “It’s just daddy’s snoring, honey. Nothing to be scared of.”
“It’s loud…like a monster,” she answered, peaking her head behind your legs to look into the dark abyss of the bedroom. “I’m scared…”
“Don’t worry, there are no monsters,” you tried to reassure her, but you felt her tiny hands clutched onto your pyjamas tightly. With a soft sigh, you suggested, “Why don’t we go in together? Mummy is here to protect you.”
“Okay…” she replied, though there were doubts clouding her lavender eyes. “But you go in first, Mummy…”
You had to stifle a laugh at your daughter’s behaviour. “Alright, just stay close to me, okay?”
She nodded her head firmly, determined to stick right by your side as she almost clung to your leg. You stepped inside the bedroom and were immediately hit with Ran’s familiar scent that engulfed the whole space. Your lips quirked into a smile. It was a scent you dearly missed while he was away, and you were glad to have him back.
Your eyes adjust to the darkness of the room as they swept across until they finally pinpointed a figure lying asleep in bed. There, with an arm sticking out from underneath the covers at an awkward angle was Ran. Pillows surrounded him like a cloud, which you were sure must’ve felt heavenly.
He’s so cute, you thought quietly to yourself at the sight of your man like this. It sometimes bewilders you that this man is actually a dangerous criminal who was completely capable of murdering someone. This man, who cherishes his beauty sleep more than anything in this world—aside from you and your daughter, of course.
“He’s still asleep, let’s gently wake him up, okay?” you whispered, earning a nod from your daughter as she tentatively stepped out from behind your legs that had provided her safety.
You lifted her up onto the bed so that she could crawl over to him. Her small figure carefully trod along the sea of the huge comforter that spanned the entire bed. You watched her before climbing onto the bed as well and scooching over to Ran’s side.
“Daddy…wake up,” your daughter whispered into the dark. As you both waited for a few seconds, she turned to look at you with a confused expression.
“I’ll try,” you whispered back. Shifting into a comfortable position, you gently shook his sleeping body awake. “Ran…wake up.”
Again, no response from the lilac-haired man as he continued to sleep soundly without a care in this world.
“Daddy…!” Your daughter began to whisper-shouted into his ears, seeming to have grown a little frustrated. “Wake up… Wake up!”
That seemed to work a little as Ran was starting to stir in his sleep. “Mm… Five more minutes…” he mumbled almost incoherently before falling silent again.
The corner of your lips frowned as you tried again, “Ran, honey, wake up.”
“Yes, wake up, Dad!” Your daughter joined in as she now used her tiny hands to shake Ran’s shoulders with all her might. “Don’t you remember what you promised me today?”
A muffled groan sounded from Ran as he snuggled deeper into the covers to shield himself. “Did I promise to buy you another doll house? If so, I’ll place an order when I wake up later…”
That halted your daughter’s movement and a smile flashed on her lips before it disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Blinking a couple of times, she resumed shaking Ran’s shoulders. “No, not that! Don’t tell me you forgot about it.”
Slowly, Ran drew the covers down over his head, looking disoriented with his weary lavender eyes and his messy bedhead hair that sat atop his head. Twisting around to face you, his eyes shot you a confused look, as though communicating for some assistance from you.
“She means that you had promised her something before you went on your business trip last week, remember?” you explained vaguely, not wanting to give it all away.
“Something I had promised before my business trip…?” he murmured to himself, squeezing his eyes shut while wracking his brain to recall what he had promised. All the while, your daughter was whining into his ears and shaking him nonstop. “Sweetie, stop shaking me, please. Daddy can’t think properly right now.”
“No! I won’t stop until you remember it!” Protested your daughter, who continued to relentlessly shake him awake. “You promised me!”
With a loud exhale, Ran snapped his neck over to look at his little with narrowed eyes. “Well, if you’re not gonna stop, the tickle monster is going to come get you!” Ran threatened, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes as he brought his hands up and began wiggling his fingers.
Her eyes briefly glanced at his hands before they returned to shoot him a defiant look. “I’m not scared of that anymore!” She puffed, pulling her arms back to cross them over her chest with a pout.
“Oh really? You’re not scared of the tickle monster anymore?” Ran challenged, quirking a brow.
“Mhm! That’s childish,” she retorted, and you almost choked on your saliva over her words. “I’m a big girl now.”
Where did she learn to say that? You thought to yourself.
“Hm… If it’s childish,” carefully, Ran inched closer to your daughter with a smirk toying on his lips, “let’s see how you deal with it then!” And without warning, he immediately swooped the little girl into his arms, pulling her close to his chest and trapping her with tickles all over.
The sound of your daughter’s infectious giggles soon flooded the entire room as she squealed and squirmed uncontrollably in her dad’s arms. You couldn’t help but laugh at the two of them.
“Dad, stop—!” She spoke in between fits of laughter. “It tickles!”
“Does it?” Ran rhetorically asked while tilting his head to the side. “I thought someone said she’s a ‘big girl’ now, hm?”
“I am!”
“I don’t believe you,” he teased, his fingers running all over the little girl’s body.
“Mummy, help me!” your daughter cried as she turned to look at you with a flushed red face.
You were about to reach over to pry Ran’s hand away when he also turned to give you a pointed look. “If you help her,” he started, a glint momentarily flashing in his eyes, “you’ll face your own punishment later.”
Hearing that suggestive undertone in his words, your cheeks immediately went up in flames as you playfully smacked at his arm. “Ran! Don’t say that in front of her.”
Ran was about to respond when your daughter’s voice cuts him off first, “You’ll give Mummy a punishment?” She looked up at Ran with a pleading look. “Don’t punish Mummy, Daddy!”
Immediately, Ran stopped tickling as his eyes grew wide like saucers. “No, no… Daddy did not mean it in a bad way, sweetie. It’s more of a…” he paused, his brows drawing together as he tried to find the right words to say. You watched with curiosity, eager to know how he was going to explain to a five-year-old kid. “A g-good punishment…?”
Your daughter stared up at him, head tilting to the side in puzzlement. “A good punishment? But you always said punishments are bad…”
“I-I know said that, sweetheart. But this is a different type of punishment,” Ran explained. Then, his eyes swept over to you with a smirk, to which you narrow at him in suspicion. “It’s a punishment that you’re Mummy enjoys, so it is not hurting her.”
Your jaw dropped to the floor over Ran’s words. “Babe! Stop ruining her innocent thoughts!”
“What? It’s not like I had said something explicit,” he defended, a sly grin tugging on the corner of his lips. “Although, I can show you what I have in mind later.” He shot you a teasing wink, which shouldn’t have made your heart do somersaults in your chest, especially not at this moment.
“Really? Then I want a punishment too!” your daughter exclaimed.
At that, both you and Ran snapped your heads over to look at her before responding with an astounding, “No!” in union.
“Hey, why don’t we start getting ready for school, hm?” You quickly changed the subject with a nervous chuckle. “It’s already seven-thirty, and you,” you faced your daughter with a pointed look, “need to be out of the door by eight-thirty.”
“But what about Daddy?” she asked. “Are you still going to braid my hair for school today?”
As if hit with a sudden realisation, Ran smacked himself on the forehead. “That’s what I had promised! Fuck, I had nearly forgotten about that.”
Immediately, your hands shot out to cover the little girl’s ears. “Don’t curse in front of our daughter!”
Ran just stared at you with no remorse. “Stop worrying so much, honey. She’s going to eventually learn the word one day. Might as well teach her young.”
As if your jaw couldn’t have fallen further, you gaped stupidly at him. “Just how do you want to bring up our daughter, Ran?”
“Dunno,” he shrugged. “But definitely a daddy’s little girl. Think of a mini version of me.”
She’s already a mini version of you, you wanted to say but your daughter’s movement caught your attention as she tried to wriggle free from both your grasps.
“Come on, Daddy. Let’s go!” she urged while hopping off the bed.
“Just give me a few minutes alone with your mum first, alright?” Ran told. “I’ll meet you later in your room. Mummy and I just need to have a chat about her punishment later.”
At this point, you were too tired to counter back at Ran so you just exhaled loudly. Your daughter glanced back and forth between you and Ran before saying an, “Okay!” and then running off to her room.
Once she was gone and it was just the two of you alone, Ran snaked his arms around your waist before pulling you down right beside him to cuddle.
“What are you doing, Ran?” you asked, lifting your eyes to look at him.
“What else does it look like I’m doing?” came his reply as he snuggled you deeper into his embrace.
“But shouldn’t you go get her ready? She needs to leave soon and I still have to pack her lunchbox—”
Your words were cut off when Ran melded his lips onto yours, effectively shutting you up as a soft moan escaped past your lips. It has been a week since you’ve felt his delectable lips on yours. A week since you’ve felt his addicting touch and having him so close to you. You missed it all. And Ran must’ve also been thinking the same as you felt his large hands roam all over the sides of your body, igniting a trail of goosebumps to rise on your skin.
“Missed these lips,” Ran murmured between your lips as he pulled you closer to deepen the kiss.
Everything felt right at this moment, especially with your husband now being back home in Japan safe and sound. You wished this small moment wouldn’t end, but you were beginning to grow breathless, so you guys pulled away.
“Hi, beautiful,” he greeted huskily, eyelids hooded as he gazed down lovingly at you.
You blushed under his gaze. “Hey, you…”
“I’ve missed you,” he spoke, bringing a hand up to caress your warm cheeks. “Shit, I’ve been missing you for a week.”
“I’ve missed you too,” you said, nestling closer to his chest where the sound of his heart beating was. “It was one long week…”
“Indeed it was,” Ran nodded, resting his chin on top of the crown of your head. “Didn’t mean to leave you all alone to take care of our daughter.”
You sighed. “It’s not your fault, Ran… You couldn’t have foreseen the trip to have extended.”
“I know, but I had the control to at least try to speed up the deal,” he answered while shaking his head. “If I had known they were going to fucking delay the agreements, I would’ve tortured one of their subordinates to—”
“Ran,” you interrupted softly.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” he apologised, rubbing your back. “No talk of murders or tortures in this household.”
“You’re tense…” you pointed out, feeling how tight and rigid his muscles were underneath your touch. To help, you began to slowly massage it to soothe them away.
He breathed out a sigh, relaxing into your touch as you worked those tension spots. “Well, I did get back home at two in the morning, and someone interrupted my sleep.”
“Oops?” You looked up at him with a guilty look.
Raising a brow, he glanced down at you. “Is that all you have to say?”
“Well, what do you want me to do?” You pulled back to face him.
“I got a few ideas in mind.” A dazed look overcomes his expression. “Like having your lips wrapped around my co—”
You immediately pressed a finger to his lips, hushing him. “You have a dirty mouth.”
“It’s only dirty for you, babe.” He winked before pecking a kiss on your lips.
You rolled your eyes. “Speaking of which, you got to be more careful when speaking those things around our daughter!”
“You’re still upset about that?”
“Of course! We can’t taint her innocence so early on,” you explained, pouting up at him.
“It’ll be fine, honey. I’m pretty sure she’ll soon forget about all of it,” Ran reassured. “Besides, her brain is still an itty bitty, there’s only so much information she can fit up in there.” He tapped on the side of his head.
You glared up at him with an incredulous look. “If her teacher calls us up and asks where our daughter is learning all these languages from, I’m blaming you!” You hit an accusing finger to his chest.
Ran grinned before capturing your finger in his hand to bring it up to his lips and planting a kiss on it. “It’s okay, I’ll just threaten her teacher if she has a problem with that.”
“Ran!” you exclaimed in disbelief.
He rolled his eyes with a sigh. “Fine, I’ll just nicely explain to her that this is how we planned on parenting our daughter and that I think it’s healthy. If she got a problem with that, she can talk to my loaded gun.”
Before you could further argue, the door to the bedroom bursts open and in came running was your daughter.
“What’s taking so long? You said only a few minutes!” she whined, coming over to Ran’s side.
“Has it already been a few minutes?” Ran feigned a surprise. “Geez, I must’ve lost track of time spent with your beautiful Mummy here.”
“Stop spending time with Mummy and let’s go already!” She stomped her tiny feet onto the ground, crossing her arms over her chest while glaring up at him. “I’ve already prepared the pretty bows I want on my hair too!”
Her small hands began making a reach for Ran’s as she tugged him out of bed with all of her little might. “Hurry up, Daddy!”
Your husband lets out a hearty laugh over the little girl’s action. You felt him slipping away as he allowed his daughter to practically drag him out of bed. “Alright, alright, sweetheart. Just let me put on my slippers first.”
Rising from the comforts of the bed, the pyjamas he wore were creased as they hung loosely around his frame. The blanket cocoon that was wrapped around him began to shed from his body as your daughter dragged him out, letting the blanket fall limply behind. As he stood at his full height, he stretched his long limbs to awaken them while a huge yawn rose past his lips. He towered over your daughter, but his back immediately hunched over when your daughter made a reach for his hand once more, tugging him down.
“Come on!” she exclaimed excitedly while lugging her dad out of the room.
“Okay, let’s go, sweetheart,” Ran reassured with a chuckle as his feet stumbled along behind her.
All the while, you watched the whole scene in bed. A smile cracked on your lips over how adorable the two of them were. Your daughter was chatting away animatedly to her dad as she gushed about how her hair was going to be the prettiest one in school today. Ran listened, almost with a proud look over his daughter as he praised and hyped her up even more, boosting her confidence even more.
Their voices soon faded out as they left, instilling silence in the room with only the sound of your breathing could be heard. You let your muscles relax as the cold sheets of the bed lured you back to sleep. For a week straight while your husband was gone, you’ve been up extra early to help get your daughter ready for school. It was a struggle having to juggle packing her lunch while also getting her dressed. But now that Ran was back home, you could finally breathe easy again. It is sure a luxury to have a husband like him, you pleasantly thought as you felt your eyelids growing heavy with exhaustion. You still had to prepare her lunchbox, but your body couldn’t fight off the weariness that soon overcome your mind. Turning over to your side, you gave one last reminder to yourself before falling asleep, I’ll just close my eyes for five minutes…
the convenience store at the corner || ken ryuguji/reader
summary; there is a small konbini on the way to musashi shrine that belongs to your grandmother. forced to help out, at least there are cute boys to look at. one in particular
tags; sfw, reader is a year older than draken, draken is a simp, teenage boys being teenage boys
author’s note; momo writing something in the holy year of 2023? impossible. i wanna start writing more i think so feel free to send in requests.
You were working at a small shop owned by your grandmother after school, which just so happened to lay on the path between his and Mikey‘s school and Musashi Shrine. Despite their rowdy reputation, you always greeted them with a kind smile but also did not shy away from using a sterner tone, particularly when Mikey made grabby hands at the Takoyaki behind the counter.
His crush on you made him feel ridiculous. He was the fearsome vice president of the Tokyo Manji Gang yet uttering more than a ‚hello‘ and ‚thank you‘ towards you seemed like an impossible task. He rather take on entire gangs all himself before you knew.
How unfortunate that you did. Whatever made teenage boys think they were slick about their crushes, you didn‘t know but you wish you had that kind of self confidence in other matters. You weren‘t blind, of course you saw the way the tip of his ears flushed in a deep red when he came to the counter. Honestly, it was kind of endearing.
You didn‘t know a whole lot about him, not more than what was told on the streets. You were a year older than him, he was some high ranking member in the teenage toddler group that were delinquent gangs and certainly seemed to be the most mature. Certainly more than his little friend who seemed to love drawing dick on the review notepad meant for customers. You were certain that Draken was 99% of his impulse control.
‚Draken‘ you had heard his friends call him on numerous occasions. That and ‚Ken-chin‘, but he did not seem to appreciate that nickname too much, judging my his reaction.
‘He was sorta cute’, you concluded as you sat behind the counter, your eyes following him, as him and his friends made their way through the store, laughing and joking around.
“They are still 150¥”, you chastised in a monotone voice, looking up from your magazine as Mikey flinched and moved his hand back from the pastries in front of the store.
“But we are regulars!”, he complained loudly pouting.
“No. He is a regular”, you said, pointing at Draken, who immediately flushed faintly, trying to keep his posture, “he is a regular. You have never payed for a single thing in your life here.”
Mikey grumbled, unable to deny the fact that Draken brought everything here anyway while he just picked what he wanted to have.
“Fine. Since I am unwanted here I am going to leave”, he said, leaving Draken alone to pay for their snacks with you.
“Sorry about him”, Draken apologised, rubbing his neck nervously as he placed the items on the counter.
You started to scan the items, taking your sweet time.
“Its fine. I’ve gotten used to it. Must be annoying for you to always be on baby sitting duty.”
“He can be annoying. Real annoying. But imma still follow him”, Draken said earnestly.
“How unfortunate”, you hummed, a glint of humour in eyes as you grabbed a milk bun.
“I didn’t-“
“Free of charge. For being a loyal costumer”, you said, winking at him.
Draken gulped and dropped the sweaty yen coins onto the table.
“Thank you. I am sure he will appreciate it.”
You mulled over the thought that just came for you before shrugging. Might as well go for it.
“One more thing”, you said as you rang up his change and scribbled something on a piece of paper before handing both to him.
Draken stared in confusion at the string of random numbers.
“Uh… thanks?”
You leaned forward, resting your head on your hands.
“Thats my number, dragon boy. Free of charge. Give me a ring sometime”, you teased with a wink.
A deep, scarlet blush spread across his cheeks as Draken stuttered out a thank you before speedwalking out of the store, pushing instead of pulling the door, quickly rejoining his friends. How fun.
You watched him stumble, rejoining the group of his friends who, upon hearing the recent development, cheered for him. Boys. It was kind of adorable actually.
You stretched, staring at the clock. 2 more hours. Maybe you would close your shift and the shop to a message.
"baby doll" 🤩🤩
MINE : you made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter !
— dating hanma shuji was the best reckless decision you have ever made
includes! hanma shuji x fem! reader
warnings! smoking, verbal abuse & mentions of it, mentions of a controlling father, toxic parent (father), use of pet names (baby doll)
note! speak now (tv) is out now‼️ i absolutely had to write this w/ hanma bc i remembered him n came up w/ this scenario while listening to mine (tv) 😞
being the daughter of one of the top lawyers in tokyo, you'd say your 'perfect' life was practically scripted. from your words, expressions, mannerism, everything! literally, single thing you did had to be criticized and changed by your father. you had to be careful of everything you say or do as your father paraded you as his 'perfect daughter' when he didn't even treat you as his
you were the typical rich girl who had everything but love and freedom. clearly, your father cared more about his name than you, his daughter.
you've accepted long ago that this is how you were going to spend the rest of your life until your father's death and you were secretly wishing for his lifespan to shorten every time he insulted you for the slightest mistakes, sometimes you didn't even make a mistake he just thinks you're not perfect enough to be walking around and being called his daughter
naturally, it hurt you. but you've gotten used to it and have learned to ignore him
as much as you didn't want anything to do with him and his filthy money, he wouldn't allow you to move out as "it would not look good to the public for a lawyer like me to allow my daughter to move out and for all i know, you could just run around and throw dirt on my name" you could still vision the disgusted look on his face as he spat those venom laced words
though he was right, you did want to throw a little bit of dirt on his name. and what better way to do that than by dating a delinquent from shibuya?
"doesn't it scare you?" hanma asked as he gave you the cigarette in between his fingers and made himself feel at home, sitting on your bed with his back against the headboard and an arm slung around your shoulder
"what's there to be scared of?"
"maybe how your father is a top lawyer in tokyo and how a delinquent is climbing to your balcony every night since two months ago? doesn't it scare you how we could easily get caught? for all i know one of your neighbors could just spot me tryna climb the tree next to your window"
your eyes met his, a lazy smile painting your face as you gave the cigarette back to him, "but that's what makes it exciting" hanma blinked in surprise but soon enough a playful smirk painted his features, "you're so much more than what i thought you were, baby doll" he says, arm leaving your shoulder and going down to your waist as he guided you to sit on his lap
"how so?"
"hmm..thought you were a rebellious little girl tryna get revenge on her controlling daddy"
"but it was your doing"
hanma raised a brow, "how so?" this time it was him who asked the question
a shy and out of character smile spread across your lips, "never had the guts to really do stuff like this..always had to be prim n proper, had to be careful with my words n actions ya know what i mean, but the thing is before i met you all those thoughts were just...thoughts"
hanma pulled your body closer to his own, "made daddy's careful little girl a little rebel hmm?" he spoke with that arrogant tone he used whenever he won a fight so easily as he littered your face with kisses
"mhm..you're indeed the best thing that's ever been mine"
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𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬’ 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤.
my horny thoughts of shanks’ huge fucking dick cause i’ve been thinking and dreaming about his cock for some time now so might as well share it no?
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i just knew that shanks has a really fucking huge dick like excuse me he’s a 39 years old, 199cm man for his own good. his dick at least is 20cm long with a really deep velvety red tip oh lord. a really long and thick vein that connects from his tip until his base. he’s more of a length type rather than thickness but he do has some thickness to it. with a slight curve cock he surely do taste fucking delicious. even the sight of it could make you cum untouched. when he’s fully erected it could grow until 28cm long. it stand straight rock hard with heavy balls ready to explode any moment. his dick definitely taste fucking good. has a very strong flavour, salty but it’s very addicting. smells manly as hell a dick of a very fine man. his cum, so fucking thick that you could choke on it. he cums so much that it could make your stomach full. so much, rather too much. his seeds taste bitter but also rich fatty flavour with a hint of sweetness to it. you literally could get drunk to it. shanks has the most mouth-watering, inviting, delicious-looking, addicting, legs spreading, deep throating, cum drinking, back arching, and pussy filling cock ever ong. his stamina also is no joke that if he’s super fucking horny he could fuck you for a week straight non-stop so you better get ready cause he ain’t stopping even if you begged.
yes, i'll marry you 💍🤍
DON'T tell me you too hc Shanks as the shameless pervert??!! Like the type that's very comfortable with sex and very experienced DILF lmao 😭
Corruption kink?? I thought it was obvious 🙄
That guy could talk about the nastiest kink the same way he talks about the groceries 😩 "...and then she nearly passed out! Haha, I think it's cuz she had all her holes-" "SHANKS-!! OMG- YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT-!!" but you low-key love it when he does
😭😭😩😩
A/N: YKW…. if you don’t mind imma use your amazing response to blast Shanks kinks because why not Ahahah
Shanks Kinks/What Turns Him On (NSFW)
Black Fem Reader in Mind
CW: KINKS, It’s Pretty Short General List, I Believe He Has More, But These Scream “Shanks”💀
Kinks:
Corruption Kink: He will swear up and down that he doesn’t have one of you tell him, corruption? Absolutely not he loves women he would never—
Shanks loves seeing a pretty innocent thing like yourself not having a clue in the world how to please a man. He can get off on the thought alone of how embarrassed you’d be learning about taking his cock and not knowing how to handle it and so after one night of partying and charming he starts you off by having you face the mirror in his room, air making your nipples erect and naked on his clothed lap. “There you go…ah ah keep looking in the mirror for me.” He guides your hand to rub your clit teaching you how to touch yourself, “It’s okay you can cum…” You whine and grind your hips on his and your own hand. It won’t be long until he shows you how to properly use your mouth. Knowing he took something so important and sacred is a form of ownership that he gets riled up of feeling.
Exhibitionism: Shanks has little to any care about the consequences of ignorant decisions. He could care less.
He totally doesn’t mind a show as long as said person doesn’t get too close. There are plenty of times Shanks didn’t have time to take a woman back to the ship or the hotel and just did a quickie in a bar hallway or an alleyway. Ironically he still haven’t been caught.
Dirty Talk: If he is feeling sweet he will describe what he is going to do to you, but if he is feeling like a little brat he won’t be above making you describe to him what you want him to do—
“Yeah? And then what?” You’ve been on the edge for what seems hours with his fingers and tongue switching places in your aching cunt. Your legs were embarrassingly spread open because he tied them up at the end of the bed posts. He constantly swirlied the tip of his wet muscle on your clit, driving you mad, you could have just grabbed his head to shove his entire mouth inside you, but you knew better than to disobey Shanks. “Then….I—ah! Want you…” “Want me to what, darling? Hold you? Feed you?—“ “Fuck me, Shanks! I want you to fuck me with you cock please!!”
Breeding: I mean is this even—-hello..he’s a certified dilf.
Ironically he does try to practice safe sex when he used to screw random women on the grand line, but Shanks has no problem with fucking the woman he loves raw. When he is close your body is pulled in even closer, he’ll be damned if any of his seed is wasted. His arm pushes your pelvis higher into his, this is usually when he starts to make more noise grunts and cursing in your ear. He wants you to cum with him because the feeling of how you clench still sucking him and his cum in makes his mind go numb. Sometimes if any does drip out he’ll scoop it and finger it back in you regardless of the painful overstimulation. Because he hates to waste.
What Turns Him On:
Walking around naked: I mean it’s pretty obvious pretty much any man loves to see their woman naked, but when he is greeted with you in nothing, but your ass as you bend over the bed to grab something, he won’t think twice to fuck you right there with his cock out of his pants, too eager to get completely nude.
Teasing Him: He is the master at making you flustered. Even though it’s damn near impossible to make him blush even when he’s drunk, It’s just something about when you feel bold enough to say something back at him or even whisper in his ear how badly you need him that really perks up an honest smile and an honest hard on.
The Way You Moan His Name: He cannot get enough of it. It’s so soft, and breathless sometimes while he is in missionary with you he will groan in your ear “Say my name.” Repeatedly Sometimes you can use it to tease him in public to rile him up. Fair warning though, if he is in a slightly annoyed mood you’ll pay for it later.
OP Men Failing No Nut November Headcanons(NSFW)
Black Fem Reader in Mind
Bad Summary: Who last NNN and who doesn’t
Ft. Shanks, Sanji, Zoro
CW: Mentions of Sex, Pussy slapping, Oral, Teasing, Zoro is a complete ass, I may do a part 2
Sanji
He lost before he started
In all honesty he’d probably last…a few days, but that’s because he started touching himself again
You mentioned that you wanted to focus more on your training so you wanted to save your energy for the next month and not have sex
First off he started crying
But you said this because you all were getting into way more close calls than usual with fighting enemies and you wanted to prepare for the worse in case Sanji wasn’t there to save you
He did respect your wishes and so for the next 4 weeks there would be no extreme sexual contact between you both. Sanji even went as far as not jack off to practice self restraint.
After the first week it was painful for him but he managed to distract himself with practicing more recipes and training with you
Second week was a breeze, you both were able to sleep on separate sides of the bed without any issues
Now the third week…was a bit difficult for you both.
You noticed how much stronger Sanji got without having the distraction of sex and it got to you.
A lot.
You didn’t want to go back on your word so you had to do and you went into your shared room with him and you found yourself playing with your clit.
Unfortunately Sanji found you as well.
He’d be a liar if he said he was mentally cheering that you failed instead of how quick you were to cover yourself
“Y/N…. You been cheatinggg??”
“N-No! I—this is my first time I swear!”
He couldn’t even stay mad at you, your legs was spread, cunt was dripping, and he has been fucking his fist for way too long as you slept so you decided to “apologize “ by asking him to join you.
Sanji hovered over your pussy almost immediately
“I wish you would have just told me to at least eat this pussy, sweetheart I miss it…”
“But—-ah—-you were….mmmm doing so good!”
Without missing a beat he reminded you how much you missed his tounge and fingers. Sanji usually ignored his own hard cock for your pleasure but he couldn’t handle the strain anymore
You of course notice this and decide to do a move you never done: sitting on his face while sucking him off
Sanji never came so hard and quickly in his life
That don’t mean he was done though no no no. Sanji has so much stamina to make up for how fast he cums so best believe you both were busy that evening.
you both ended up failing NNN together <3
Shanks
Lmao @ you thinking he is even going to participate.
“No sex?? For a MONTH? The hell did I do—“
“Nothing! I just wanted to challenge us.”
He smirked like ^ and “agreed”
Shanks has been eyeing you the entire day, like a literal Shark watching it prey. For some reason the pure fact that you said “no sex” made him want you even more
You looked even better, your clothes looked sexier, your body looked more curvier and teasing
Shanks wanted you so badly.
He was a good boy and kept his distance though, not even touching you a little when beside you
The day went by completely smoothly until it was time to take a bath.
You were by yourself just about to dip your foot in the tub when you felt his heavy gaze behind you.
“Hey—!”
He insisted to bathe you, he claimed to have “no motive” behind it so he got behind you on the edge of the tub and scrubbed your body
He was such a sly dog grazing his hands through the thin towel over your nipples and just way too close to a certain place when he reached your inner thighs.
“Shanks…”
You moaned out his name, it shocked you both for a second but Shanks being the crafty guy he is he keeps teasing you and teasing you, and you know this but he swears up and down he doesn’t know what you’re talking about
It’s not until he eventually gets in the bath with you slowly scissoring inside you when you finally break and give him what you both wanted.
“You want it bad don’t you…”
Almost like he was amused by your greediness, you head on his shoulder, dark chuckle erupted from his chest turning you on more
“Y-yes please! More!”
“But y/n It’s only been a day? My big girl isn’t giving up already??”
His two fingers teased your clit in the water driving you mad, it was big soft circles that always made you spasm around nothing. Shanks knew your body like the back of his hand so getting you to give up was pretty easy
“‘M sorry Shanks Just…pleaseee…please fuck me…”
“You give up?”
“……”
He huffs and slaps your cunt making you pathetically bite your lip, “….yes.”
“Good Girl.”
It didn’t take long until he turned you around aggressively shoving his tongue down your mouth
He reassures you why the challenge was a stupid idea from the jump.
Zoro
“You’re such a needy little bitch sometimes you know that?”
You both had an argument right after having sex about who’s the most horniest so that’s how you both got here bickering butt naked in the bed.
“Oh because you constantly touching my thighs and ass every single day means you’re a saint—“
You and Zoro always have these arguments on who can last longer without sex so you finally wanted to put an end to this.
“Fine, put ya money where ya mouth is 1 week—“
“What?”
“One week. No pussy, no finger, no oral, not even kissing on the lips and whoever loses does whatever the other person says.”
Of course Zoro being Zoro he couldn’t back down to a challenge, but he had some conditions too.
He just never told you about them
The day goes by incredibly well, you and Zoro treated the rest of the evening normally
Which was good because it was all in Zoro’s plan
The days went by and he began to get more touchy, lingering hand holding, purposely moving against your bottom when he walks past you, he even started walked around the ship more shirtless than usual asking if you can watch him work out knowing how much that gets to you
You weren’t dumb though, you caught on pretty quick to his scheme and so you decided to play dirty too. You only wore probably some of the shortest and tightest clothing you could find, you’d constantly bend over in front of Zoro always hearing a small curse under his breath, sometimes you even whisper in his ear about the dirtest things knowing it gives a chill down his spine.
“It kills you seeing me wearing this, huh? You wanna fuck me that badly don’t you?” Zoro pokes his cheek out and chuckles looking forward ignoring you, you really are a piece of work
The teasing just increased to the point where you both were getting disgusted faces at the crew because you and Zoro THOUGHT you were being subtle in being all touchy feely, but everybody knew from the lewd comments/jokes and constant touching what you both were doing
“Can you both just get a room already!” Nami yelled out of annoyance seeing Zoro practically pin you against the wall. You felt embarrassed as hell not realizing you both were in the middle of the deck doing this, but Zoro didn’t care
Eventually that night Zoro decided to take it further in his teasing because he was tired of your bullshit
“What are you Doing?”
Zoro came into your room with nothing but pussy on his mind. He wasn’t really the type to have a high sex drive, but the simple fact that you decided to NOT have sex with him gave him every reason to want it, but he’d never admit that.
He wanted to break you and make you admit you want it.
He got on the bed shirtless and kissed up your legs and massaged them in between, he never answered you just kept doing what he was doing, if you were being honest you missed his kisses, you nearly fell into his Trap immediately but then your eyes widened
“Hey I said no kissing!—“
“You said on the lips….these are your legs…and these are your thighs….and this is your tummy….and these….are your breast.”
You were wearing one of his thin shirts, you felt your nipples get hard, Zoro of course notices and plants wet kisses through the fabric teasing around your sensitive nipples but you grumbled you couldn’t lose
You push him off and climb on top of him immediately attack his weak point: his neck
“F-fuck! Playing—dirty huh?”
To this day you both swear up and down either of you folded first. You believe Zoro did when his fingers glided against your slit and he says you folded when your hand palmed his cock
Either way that morning you both slept in and couldn’t remember a thing except the amount of times you both came in, on, and around each other.
huy ito naaaaa shetttttttt ackkkkkkk loveeeee thissssss!!! 😫🫶
Young Love ; Final Part
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𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐘/𝐍 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬--𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐭? 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐘/𝐍'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐦.
( Ran x Y/N x Chifuyu— ethnic reader if you squint)
⚠️Mentions of: Teen pregnancy, cursing, abortion,
Previous Part; Part 4
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Recap~
Your rash footsteps practically forced Ran to back up from the door with haste. Your presence being forced in front of him as he realized he was not coming into your home space.
It was quiet, your eyes darting around the empty hall before falling on the taller male.
" Haitani."
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Your stare was blank.
Your eyes staring into the the man that once held your whole heart in his palms. The man that you once shared your being with, and spoke words that you never uttered again to. It was like your past flashed before your eyes, and unlike many—it did not bring you happiness and peace to see the young man with pigtail braids and a cheeky grin from all those years ago. Instead, you felt your eyes relax into a more grim and dark expression. This was not a pleasing sight to you, yet you pressed your tongue behind your teeth and swore not to say another word.
His own gaze was searing into you.
While your eyes remained fixed to his own, his eyes were traveling all around you.
Taking in your appearance, and letting his eyes wander especially at your stomach and exposed legs.
Your lower half— a part that drastically changes for a lot of woman after giving birth.
It was like a slap in the face as you let your eyes twitch in annoyance. You would've enjoyed your fresh motherhood body if not for the hardships and torture that came with being a single, and teen mom all by yourself.
So while you were looking at his eyes, Ran Haitani was looking at your figure.
Finally, his eyes came back up. Dragging them up to your face as a grin slowly drew onto his own.
In a second, Ran's gaze became more intense than your hate filled stare could ever be.
" You look magnificent love."
Ran Haitani looked like he was worth millions of dollars.
" Don't call me that."
Your response was quick, and the look in his eyes intensified shortly after.
" Don't tell me you're mad at me?" Ran asked you as he tilted his head to the side.
" I am."
" It was 9 years ago—"
" What do you want?"
Ran stared down at Y/N with sharp eyes. The grin on his face slowly faded away when he took in her firm frown and almost dead eyes. Her words were sharp and harsh, and her face showed no interest in his presence. It was like she had other things to be doing—things this were more important than seeing Ran after all these years.
Ran hated the feeling, and it was expected since he has always been the master at capturing attention.
And he was once a master at capturing and holding your attention.
Ran shook his head, his lips staying still as the sly grin showed in his eyes. " Did you get my envelope?"
You stared at Ran, and for a second you contemplated telling him another answer.
" I did."
Ran raised a brow at you. " You've always had manners. No thank you or anything? No—' thank you Ran for setting me straight for the next few years!'" He mocked with an attempt to sound like you.
Finally, the look of disgust took over your face. Embodying every thought you had on your mind about Ran Haitani.
" You want me to thank you?" You asked in shock. " You want me to thank you for showing up after almost 9 years?! What the hell do you think this is?!"
Ran's expression changed immediately. " Stop yelling." He sneered at you. " And don't think for a second that I came here for you—"
" Yeah I know," you cut him off with a laugh.
" You came here for Haruki, which you won't be setting an eye on."
Ran's face morphed to one of pure anger, and you found absolute pleasure in his expression—whether it was temporary or not.
You had opened the door for Ran for no specific reason. There was no thought in your mind to invite him, be nice to him, or let him see his son—let alone set an eye on him. Yet, you also didn't open the door for him with the intent to let the whole floor hear your baby daddy business, or for Chifuyu to hear you from all the way inside.
You didn't plan your approach to Ran Haitani, but with the words Ran had said to you—you wanted to believe that he didn't plan his approach either.
You didn't even realize that Ran had raised his voice, and was now talking to you at a tone that rivaled your own.
At the thought of Chifuyu, your mind wandered back to the two boys inside your complex.
" Stop fucking yelling." You sneered at Ran.
Ran gritted his teeth when he realized you weren't even concerned about anything he just said. " Why? So the fuck boy inside doesn't hear us?!"
Your eyes widened, and you could see the hint of amusement in Ran's orbs as you stared at him.
" What? You didn't think I would hear that right?!" He said as he laughed insanely at your expression. " You have a whole other dude around my son!?"
Your body was hot, and getting hotter by the second when Ran spat out words that were equivalent to utter rubbish. As you stared at him, your eyes began to soften as your mind wandered. Wandering back to the times you spent crying as a 17 year old girl. Exposed to the harsh realities of " love" after being blinded by it for two years.
You, a once dumb 17 year old girl—who had boldly declared to keep her baby despite her age, often found herself holding a hanger. Standing in a tub with a hand clamped over her mouth. Her thoughts racing around as tears streamed down her cheeks like an endless river.
You who lost everything over stupid decisions you had made in the two painful years of your life. Years that left your teenage era ruined and in shambles before you could even realize it was breaking.
" You left me."
Your words were as clear as day. Straightforward and firm as you blinked back the small tears that had managed to make way to your eyes.
" You left me with your kid Ran." You continued with a tremble in your voice. " You have no right to track me down or show up."
Ran's lips were parted, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.
He just had his eyes on you. Wide, blinking, and filled with emotion.
" Y/ N that was 9 years ago. I was a kid—"
" I was a kid too!" You interfered before Ran could finish his words. " I was a kid, literally, but I still gave birth to Haruki at 18! 18 fucking years old Ran! I could've got an abortion, killed myself, or used that fucking hanger that I promise I picked up more than once! But you know what! I didn't do any of that, and I was still a kid! And now you want to show up to me with 2 million dollars as your fucking pocket money?!"
At this point the sadness and hatred was shown openly in your eyes. Tears spilling and all vulnerable in front of your ex boyfriend. Someone you once considered to be the most important person to you.
Young love. It's so bitter and often ends horribly.
The usual stories of the amazing " bad boy" falling for the " good girl". The popular wanting the lame that sparks up conversations everywhere. Young love was an innocent type of love. The love where you're still figuring out yourself, and maneuvering around your feelings. After years of only telling family that you love them, you finally want to see what it means to love someone else that's not family. See what it means to blush, have your heart pound super fast, and get nervous in the presence of a person you're infatuated with. It was a new type of love that always took away a morale from someone, and whether they got that morale back at some point in their life is unknown.
Young love was an experience between kids. Between people who had the mind of a kid. Who were placed in situations that they stood stranded and confused in, after all, love isn't an easy emotion to explain.
So when you and Ran, both kids, fell " in love", it was time to question your real emotions.
You know you were infatuated with him. You loved the thrill he brought you, the attention you got, and the looks he gave you. You lived for it, and even though you were at war with yourself at 17–you still found peace, and that was through Ran.
He gave you belonging in a world that you never thought you would be in. Belong in.
And at the time you thought you were doing everything right. You're grades didn't drop like most smart girls did when they got boyfriends. So you labeled yourself as successful.
That was one of the many delusions you had made in your mind during your first love.
" What do you want me to do?"
Ran's voice was quiet. So quiet you didn't quite catch what he said.
But he stood there, watching you cry with his grin long off his face, and his posture almost defeated.
You blinked, your hand immediately coming to aid your wet cheeks. " I want you to leave."
The words were bitter on your tongue. They came straight from your heart and not your brain. You didn't think of your response to his question, and the true question behind Ran's question.
Should I come into Haruki's life or should I go?
And you had told him to go.
The look on his face was pleasing to your now bitter heart.
" What are you going to tell him?"
You were surprised that he was still calm.
You shrugged your shoulders. Setting your arms at your slide and blankness filled your eyes.
" We can't even..." Ran's eyes wandered, as if he was contemplating to say his next words.
" We can't even co parent?"
" Why do you want to see him all of a sudden?" You were harsh with your tone, and with the way your face twisted in. " No one needs your presence around anymore. I've done enough charity work."
" I've"— you were speaking from the heart of a broken 17 year old girl.
You could see Ran's face twist, as if he was about to make a comment about your wording.
" Me and Haruki are perfect without you." You quickly added to cover your self centered words.
Ran stared at you. Eye contact so firm yet weak. It didn't make you nervous like it used to, or make your cheeks burn and your ears tingle.
" So..."
You continue to stare as he gulped. Blinking intensely for whatever reason as his eyes traveled the empty halls. You watched as he settled his gaze on your complex door.
" So I can't even meet him? Say Goodnight?"
You stuttered mentally.
How can you say no?
You stared at Ran, and you could see it in his eyes that he was pleading. That he really wanted to say "Goodnight", to see his child, even after 8 years of absence.
" Just say Goodnight and leave right after. I won't bother your little boy toy—"
" Okay."
" Wait really?" Ran's eyes were wide. Clearly not expecting that response from you.
It usually takes Haruki ten minutes to fall asleep after being put to bed. You were sure he was still slightly awake.
You inhaled a deep breath, turning your body away from him. " Yeah."
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" This way."
You made no effort to call out to Chifuyu personally when you and Ran walked through the house. The footsteps of two different people loud and clear. But you were sure that he was aware it was you and a companion buy the sound of your voice. That way, he didn't need to worry if it was intruders of any sort.
" Nice place."
You didn't respond to Ran directly, only nodding your head as you continued to move to Haruki's bedroom.
You came to a stop at his closed door.
" He should be asleep." You started as you looked to Ran. " But knowing him, he's probably fake sleeping until he falls asleep."
Ran nodded, eyes fixed on the closed white door. " So do I go in?...."
You shrugged your shoulders and tilted your head in a manner that gave mixed answers. Both " whatever you want", and "yes".
Ran inhaled a deep breath, and you could hear the shake in it. As much as you tried not to care, you could see the way his hands fumbled around for an imperfection on his clothing. Wanting to occupy himself by cleaning up his appearance, which was a sign of nervousness for Ran.
But how could you laugh at him?
It's been practically 9 years and he was finally about to see his son, and not in a manner that was joyous.
" Whenever you're ready." You mumbled to Ran.
You could see the appreciation on Ran's face from your words, but the moment you said it you instantly regretted it.
You didn't have his encouragement for the last 9 years. So as you leaned back, it was words to yourself to not engage anymore.
You watched as Ran stared at Haruki. You would've thought that your boy was sleeping with the quiet inhales and exhales that showed expert signs of sleep. He could be faking, but Haruki's fake sleeping isn't good. Not as good as this.
Chifuyu must've tucked him in real good. You thought to yourself as a look of content settled into your eyes.
Ran was silent. The only thing being heard in the room was Haruki's humidifier that was sitting beside him.
You narrowed your eyes at Ran's head. As far as you were concerned, you didn't bing him here to watch Haruki sleep. It's either he gets involved, or goes away.
You don't need him to watch from afar.
It's better if Haruki continues to not know him, than Ran making himself known; and then ghosting.
" Well it looks like he's actually sleeping." You started in a hushed voice. " If you're not gonna say anything than let's—"
" Hey kid."
You stopped talking immediately.
" I know you're sleeping right now..." You watched as he observed Haruki for a short moment, all while gathering up the words he wanted to say. " I'm your biological father...your dad....in some way."
Part of you felt absolutely cold to Ran's words, having heard similar things yourself. Then another part of you kept your eyes pinned on Haruki; thinking about how happy he would've been to hear those words.
You shifted your weight onto your other leg, your brows furrowing as you studied Haruki's breathing.
He definitely wasn't hearing all of this.
" I'm sorry." Ran added, shuffling a little to stare closer at his son. " To you and your mom."
Ignore.
And you did. You pretended not to see the look Ran gave you.
" You done?" You suddenly spoke. Startling yourself with how harsh your tone was.
Ran looked at you. A look of utter shock on his face, like he was in disbelief to what you were saying. But another part of his expression seemed to be begging you for more time.
" He's literally asleep Y/N."
You didn't even argue with Ran, for you don't know why you spoke to begin with.
All you did was give a court nod, taking a step back; as if you were removing yourself from the room, yet you remained inside and present.
" Right."
You refused to listen to whatever Ran told Haruki for the next three minutes,
—not wanting to intervene on the 5 minutes he's getting with him.
—Not wanting to say anything that will make it seem as if you miss him, or yearned for him for years, or want him back.
So you kept quiet, not saying a word.
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Ran was crushed—
And his pride couldn't even deny it. Nothing about what just happened went how he planned. How he thought it would go. He thought he would have the upper hand, that he would keep his grin on the whole time because it was going how he wanted. He thought that you would be compliant, and now that he looks back at it; he wants to slap himself because you were never overly submissive. He's adapted to his lifestyle as a Bonten Admin, having more power than he could ever imagine. Having everyone wanting him, and always getting what he desires.
Truth hit. You didn't want him like every woman does, and Ran didn't get what he wanted.
He sighed frustratedly, feeling his stomach curl up as a bile rose in his throat. This was a horrible thing that he rarely felt.
He wanted to cry.
Ran wanted to just stay in his car and fucking think about all the shit he's done wrong. He already knows what he did was wrong, and he didn't finally except it until his younger brother physically beat it into him. Even so, after Rindou's beating, he still didn't go into the matter with a grown mentality.
His brother could barely even look at him, his ex truly didn't give a shit about him anymore. It's fair to say that you hated him at this point.
" Fucking hell.." he cursed as he ran a hand down his face.
A part of Ran didn't even want to ask for co parenting, because he truly didn't deserve it.
He willingly walked away from the lifestyle of being a parent, and didn't make the effort to go back when he became finically stable.
He took away the opportunity of Rindou being an Uncle the day he walked out on you. He took away your freedom to live out your big 18 freely, wildly, and to be a young and free adult.
Ran wanted to ignore the ringing of his phone badly.
He did not want to answer whoever was calling him. Especially when he was sure his voice would shake because of his current emotional state.
With a deep breath that held all his irritations, he dug his hands into his pockets to pick out his phone. He couldn't afford to ignore a phone call, especially with his occupation. It could be Mikey, his brother—as much as he is angry at him, or just important Bonten duties in general.
The moment Ran saw his boss's name on his ringing phone, he answered the call immediately.
" Hey Boss."
It was silent on the other line, and for a moment—Ran thought Mikey would have a negative reaction to him not answering on time. Even though Ran did answer, he left the boss ringing for too long.
" Boss?—"
" That took an awfully long time."
Ran inhaled a deep breath quietly, letting his head tilt over to the side. " Yeah I was just um...I was—"
" You're not at a house or apartment right now." Mikey didn't sound upset. " Stop by my office."
Ran blinked, his lips parting to ask why but the phone cut before he could.
Ran could only stare at the contact list projected before him. His eyes on his most recent phone call, and his thumb itching to call back his boss. Why was Mikey even paying attention to his location? Most importantly, how long has he been watching over him?
It would be bad, totally horrible if Mikey perhaps thinks that he needs to be aware of Y/N's location or business. It would be the biggest mistake Ran would make in his life if Mikey ordered something to happen to Haruki and Y/N. He would truly never forgive himself.
The thought alone made Ran uncomfortable.
Nevertheless, Ran pushed his feeling to the side and made his way to the headquarters as he was ordered to do. Specially to meet Mikey in his office. The drive there was silent, Ran's hand occasionally twitching when he let his inner thoughts and concerns flood his mind. The sight of his sleeping son plagued his mind the whole way to the headquarters. It was in that moment that Ran stood in the same room as his ex girlfriend/ baby mama, that he actually began to rethink and regret choices he's made in his life.
Rindou was right about everything he said, and meeting his child one-sided after 9 years didn't help defend Ran. It only made him feel more shitty.
" You took long enough." Mikey's dead voice said as Ran closed the door behind him.
Ran didn't even bother giving Mikey an excuse or sneaky grin. All he did was bow 90 degrees and mumble a ' sorry' as a response.
" Did everything go to shit?"
Mikey's question boiled undeniable anger in Ran that he knew was best to conceal.
" It was...it went a little off track— I suppose I can say."
Mikey tilted his head at Ran, clearly not believing a word he had said. " A little? I thought you were confident it would work in your favour?"
Ran was no fool. He could now clearly hear the teasing in his Boss's words. " I have no say."
" How long have you known?"
Ran's eyebrows furrowed immediately, and he couldn't help the stare he fixed onto his boss.
" I told you up till today Boss."
Mikey tilted his head, walking to the window do his office. His back turned away from his underling as he gazed at the dark view.
Mikey was certain that Ran was lying, and judging by his brothers behaviour, he can say he was correct.
Mikey guessed that Ran has known about his kid for a while in some way. His behaviour and wording over the last few years never poked Mikey weirdly. Haitani looked like the type to have baby momma's—plenty, in fact. But the meaningless jokes he made over the years slid past everyone easily. But now that he looks back at it, Mikey doubts Haitani is just finding out.
" I know what you've told me." Mikey started.
" And I know it's a lie. You've always known you had a kid—in some way."
Ran kept quiet, opting not to give a response that might end up coming out snarky to his boss.
After a long day, and horrible last few days due to the aftermath of his fight with his brother—Ran wasn't in the mood to be interrogated about his failed life as a father. As a man who left his girlfriend to defend for herself during pregnancy.
No excuse can hide the truth of what he did.
" I'm right. Aren't I?"
Ran started at Mikey, distress taking over his face as he slowly nodded. No longer was he trying to hide his own disappointment in himself with a sly emotion.
Mikey started at Ran. The men in Bonten have been by his side for a while. For years. Even though there was a loneliness in his being from the absence of people he grew up with, Mikey still acknowledged what his subordinates have done for him. Building this empire, and dedicating their lives to Bonten. Remaining loyal to him.
The idea that Ran hasn't been around his son, yet has been beside Mikey for years sparked something in the boss.
" Why don't I let you off for the rest of the project?"
Ran perked up, not expecting that response after the Boss's long silence. " That's not necessary—"
" It is." Mikey immediately interfered. " Take time to know your kid. To build a relationship with your baby mother."
Although Ran was grateful for the time off to have an opportunity, he wasn't sure that was possible anymore.
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" Who was that last night?"
Chifuyu asked at the island counter. You had both dropped Haruki off at school today. Showing up in Chifuyu's black BMW, a beaming smile on all your faces as if you were a little family. You were sure you surprised the teachers who've been seeing you man free for the last couple years. So now here you and Chifuyu sat at the island, eating breakfast as the tv played lightly in the background. A calming aura surrounding the complex, with the beautiful day light flooding in. The deep yellow sun now painting your house the same color.
" If you don't mind me asking." Chifuyu quickly added. " You didn't seem too happy, but I didn't want to rile you up more."
You cleared your throat, chewing on your eggs as you blinked. " He was— um..."
What was he?
Who was Ran?
Your baby daddy?
Your ex?
Which one of those facts did you want to admit to Chifuyu?
" You don't have to answer Y/N..." he trailed off lowly.
" He's my ex boyfriend." You shook your head quickly, gathering the courage in your throat.
" Haruki's biological dad."
You could see the shock that came across Chifuyu's face with the small movement your eyes made.
" Oh..." he said as he slowly nodded. " That makes sense."
You stared at your plate as something bubbles in your gut. You felt the need to explain things to Chifuyu further. To enlighten him that you and Ran were nothing, and to clear all worries he might have in his mind right now.
" We used to date when I was younger." You started as you chewed your final bit of food.
" We were together for a long time. We were...in love—I guess you could say. I mean, young 17 year old me really was attracted to the concept of love y'know? So attracted that I made a stupid decision that cost me my teenage and early adult years. Not that I...regret it...though. Well...now that I look at it I don't regret it. I ended up fine. But when he left after I told him the news, that's when I felt regret."
You didn't mean to make Chifuyu stop eating. Make him drop his fork as he stared at his plate in silence.
" It took me a while to adapt to life as a single mother." You continued, your tone more somber than before. " As a young mom especially. I had to do such gut wrenching things...."
Immediately you thought of that bitter moment in your bosses office. Young you didn't understand why that was happening, and there is nothing present you can say to defend those actions. You had felt so filthy that day, and it often nit picks at your mind.
" I'm sorry." You quickly apologized to Chifuyu; standing up. " The night ended horribly yesterday, and we all had so much fun; yet I'm dumping all of this shitty information on you that's probably making you second guess everything that we said—"
" I'm not second guessing anything." Chifuyu sounded certain, and as he raised his head; you knew there was nothing but truth behind his words. " I've always known you suffered with Haruki for a bit—before you met me. I just never knew it was all of...that."
Your face melted, lips parting as you fell speechless.
" I can see it in your eyes, the way you carry yourself, and the way you raise and discipline Haruki. There was a sad story behind you. There is a sad story behind you. I just didn't say anything, but I know Y/N."
For a second you stared at Chifuyu. " His father wanted to talk to him last night. But he was sleeping."
Chifuyu got quiet, letting you talk.
" I felt so bitter. Even after being certain for the last 9 years that I didn't want him around ever again. I'm saying I hate him, but I don't know if I genuinely do." Your lips curled into a snarl as you spoke. " I hate what he did to me and Haruki though. How he left."
Chifuyu reached for your hand, seizing it gently as he pushed his plate to the side. " You should talk to him, Y/N. You don't need him, that's a fact, but maybe Haruki might want to have him around."
Haruki might. Why would Haruki want his father around who left him while he was in the womb? Why would he want his father when he had his mother who cared for him x10?
Chifuyu gave your hand a squeeze due yo your silence. " Haruki doesn't have a reason to hate him, since he's so young. You do. But you can't project it onto Haru."
Why was Chifuyu willing to understand Ran?
" What about you?"
Your question made Chifuyu raise a brow.
" What about me?" He asked back. " This isn't about me Y/N. And Haruki's dad being present won't effect our relationship."
" I really don't know why he's coming back now.....almost 9 years later." Your eyes averted as your spoke, and by your tone—Chifuyu can tell that you were also asking yourself.
" It's never too late to build a relationship with your child." He said with a small sigh. Your rather bitter energy was no longer concealed. Your anger for Ran was noticeable—yet understandable, so Chifuyu didn't see the point in downplaying it anymore.
" Yes it is." You countered with a a teeny raise in your voice. " Your kids are adults and now you want to get to know them? Please. It's too late."
" Maybe," Chifuyu shrugged, pinning a gentle look on you.
" —But I wouldn't mind if my dad showed up today."
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6 Months Later,
" This is the first time I'm not near Haruki the month of his birthday."
Y/N said as she filled a duffel bag with various of things. She had made a deal with Ran, one she now reflected to be far too generous. He can have Haruki for two weeks. Not just a regular two weeks like they usually did, but the two weeks before his 9th birthday. Haruki started counting down for his birthday exactly three weeks before, and he had began his countdown recently. The duffel bag was filled with Teddy's, toys, homework practice sheets, hair supplies, and snacks that Haruki's likes to eat. You didn't give a two week supply of snacks, if Ran cared he would buy it again when they run out.
" You're overpacking." Chifuyu said with a sweat drop as he dropped Haruki's luggage in the foyer. " It's only two weeks."
You scoffed at his words. " It's like preparing for a babysitter. He's never taken care of Haruki before. So yes, over packing is necessary."
You didn't need to look back at Chifuyu to know he was frowning. " I know it sounds mean, but we both know it's true. I mean... I did the same to you for the first week."
" Yeah that makes sense." Chifuyu said with a sigh, watching as you stuffed the last bag of chips inside. " You called off right?"
" Off of what?"
" Lord have mercy Y/N..."
You turned to Chifuyu with a raised brow as he rubbed his forehead. " What?"
" Babe you are so forgetful." He said with a laugh that sounded almost pained. " —Called off of work."
You're eyes widened to saucers as you stared at him. Your job at the bar was still the same. Bonten had raised the pay of the workers by a lot, and your pay was more than triple what you were getting before. The place was busy all the time, and the tips you got from the rich men and women that you served were insane. You remember receiving your first tip from a high level man after the two week renovations, and you were shook. It was equivalent to your monthly pay check at the time.
Life became much easier despite how dangerous your job had become.
The money Ran gave you and your money combined was all Haruki needed for school. So you were done taking out money from your pay check to Haruki's school life, and it sure saves you a lot.
So in result of all these good things, you now work 4 times a week. Specific days where your admirers mostly show up and drop a hefty tip in your pocket. Your life was stable, and you always had extra money to the side at the end of every week. Never did you think you would be paying bills early, and here you are.
" Shit!" You cursed after your moment of silence. " Can you please call in for me while I get Haruki from his room?! How could I forget!?"
You watched as Chifuyu nodded. Taking your phone to make way to your contacts before taking off to another room.
Ran should be here soon. Maybe in the next 20 minutes, and you were sure you had everything packed and ready for him. You rose to your feet, staring at everything as you mentally checked things off in your head. As far as you were concerned, you had everything ready for Haruki to have an ensured good time with Ran. This would be their first initial bonding time together as father and son, and you had boosted the amusement of this by packing recreational things. Something you didn't have to do.
" Haruki!" You yelled for your son. After all, he was the only thing unchecked on your mental list. " Your father will be here soon! Come down!"
You immediately cursed yourself when you realized you were supposed to go to Haruki, because Chifuyu was on the phone with your bartending Manager.
Ding, ding.
Talk about 20 minutes.
You don't ever remember Ran Haitani being early. Praise the lord if he was ever punctual, but 20 minutes early was far from on time. That's as early in a way that could be considered disrespectful.
But like Chifuyu said, it's never too late to change.
Ring, ring, ri—
" I'm coming!" You yelled before the third ring could finish. " Geez."
You'll have to apologize to Chifuyu later with all the yelling you're doing.
You opened the door with a face that was already flat because you had a good idea who was at that door.
" You're early."
Ran stared at you, his eyes skimming down to take in your appearance. Or more specifically, look over the rather formal clothes you were wearing in question.
" Well hello to you too Y/N," he said with a grin. Immediately letting himself in. " I'm glad you can finally call me instead of speaking through my brother."
You rolled your eyes at the subject he had settled to discuss upon. Out of everything Ran could've said, he had to bring up something like your behavior towards him.
" You can stop there, thank you." You said. Stopping him from proceeding any farther into your home. " Matter of fact, how is Rindou? I haven't talked to him since yesterday."
Ran stared at you for a good second. Hands tucked into his dress jacket. " Aside from our last conversation you haven't spoken to me in weeks."
You didn't know exactly what to say to Ran. You avoided him at work when Bonten would show up on any random day of the month. Always making an unexpected appearance once a month to relax in their personal recently built VIP section. You avoided confrontation with him, and only send videos and pictures of Haruki that you collect weekly.
You had no business speaking more with Ran Haitani. Your ex. Your baby father. Not when you were a woman in a relationship.
In fact, if it was up to you, you wouldn't speak with him at all. He's lucky he and Haruki's relationship is getting stronger, because that kid that resembles him is the only reason he'll ever hear from you.
" I've been busy." You shrugged off as a final answer. " Let me call Haruki down again—"
The call of his name immediately followed with an answer and footsteps. You gave a look to Ran that told him he wouldn't be present any longer to interrogate you.
" Daddy!" Haruki called with joy as he made contact with the cold floors. " Daddy's here!"
The sprint he made to his father was adorable.
Ran welcomed Haruki with wide arms, lifting him up into the air almost immediately. Just like how Chifuyu always did, but Ran added the extra spins.
" Hey buddy," he said as he hoisted his almost 9 year old son on his hip. " How you doing?"
Haruki smiled brightly as he stared into the same colored eyes of his father. " Good!"
You watched as Ran pressed a quick kiss to Haruki's forehead before lowering him back down to the ground.
" So I'm guessing you got everything ready?" Ran asked you with a big inhale. " The trip is going to be me, Haru, and Rin only."
You nodded. Lifting the luggages you packed as you nodded Ran over. " Yup. I called the school about his vacation also. You're set."
Ran removed the luggages from your hold before you even had the opportunity to put them in drag mode.
" Thanks." He said as he towered over you.
" I know this whole thing is new to you, and me too, so thanks for letting me have another chance."
You settled a small glare on him as you scoffed. " You're acting like you wouldn't have found a way to get what you wanted anyways."
Ran quickly shook his head at your words. Denying them. " Never. I'm truly thankful to you."
With the look in Ran's eyes, you knew he wasn't lying. That gaze hadn't changed since you guys were teenagers. It was the look of genuine words. He often fixed such a look on his brother, but you were able to be on the receiving end sometimes. Even now, into your adulthood, Ran still managed to allure you in with ways only you would understand.
How could you possibly go on hating him? It wouldn't do any good, and it was really only affecting you.
You weren't sure if it was forgiveness that flew through you...
" No need to thank me." You shrugged, taking a step back. " I'm just doing it so Haruki has fun."
Ran nodded, but you were sure he saw through it. " I just hope one day we can make me and you work out aga—"
" You guys are leaving already?" Chifuyu asked as he walked in. " At least let me see you off buddy."
Haruki immediately ran to hug the blonde man, and you couldn't help but notice that Ran had a new interest to stare at.
" I'm going to miss you..." Haruki mumbled.
You smiled faintly at the soft interaction.
" You'll have fun with your dad and uncle."
Chifuyu gave Haruki one last hug before he let him run back to his father. " Hello Haitani."
Ran hummed in acknowledgment, watching as Chifuyu joined your side.
He let his eyes roam the matching formal wear you guys wore. Looking over at the clothes that clearly showed you two would be accompanying each other somewhere tonight.
" Say bye Ruki." Ran urged as he opened the door to exit.
You waved bye to your son with Chifuyu standing by your side. Words to bless them of a good trip filled with fun memories with his uncle and father.
All while avoiding the eyes of the man you once called your lover.
" We met each other when we were young, before we knew enough about disappointment, and once we did we found we reminded each other of it."
—Nicole Krauss
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