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vensuxcii · 2 months ago

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middle of the night.

— kenji sato x f!reader

premise: it doesn’t matter how many times you try to convince yourself that you’re done with him you always end up back in his bed.

contents: exes with benefits, p in v, tiny bit of plot, oral, alcohol consumption, booty calls, slight toxic relationship | wc: 1k+

note: went into this movie already down bad for him and came out of it even worse. i had to write something for him, i'm obsessed.

“Baby, come on.” You can tell from the deep bravado of his voice that he’s been drinking. That he’s had one too many more than he really should have allowed himself. That something clearly went south at some point during the day that had made him grip the glass of liquid poison until he was tipsy enough to let go of the day's frustration and call you.

His inhibitions always lead him back to lighting up your phone at late hours of the night.

Your own endless cycle of your lack of impulse control has you staring down at the screen of your phone, determined, grounding your feet at the line you had drawn in your attempts to not answer his calls again.

Ever again.

"Kenji, it’s never going to work.”

“But it feels so good when it does.”

“I can’t keep doing this.”

And yet you end up scuffing up that line you drew in the sand as you step over it and answer your phone. Each and every time.

“Just come over. We can just talk.”

“Kenji,” you sigh. Both of you know that ‘just talking’ has never been a strong suit for either of you. It was hard to just talk when his mouth was between your legs or your face was pressed into his pillow.

“I promise. I just want to see you, please. I’ve...” he swallows. Maybe he takes a sip of whatever has his mind hazed and slipping into old habits. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

His voice, when it’s like this, gravelly, raw from the liquor he’s consumed, low and almost needy, always makes your insides burn. Always makes you forget how to breathe.

And then he’s sighing; it’s breathy, and you can hear ruffling, like he’s situating himself against the back of his couch or removing something—clothes, his pants, images of late nights with him leaned back against the cushions of his couch, his legs splayed open for you to sit prettily in front of him, your lips teasing the tip of his cock, making your cheeks heat.

Making you swallow hard. Close your eyes. Try to ground yourself. Try to list all the reasons why you should not go over to his house right now.

It’s never a good idea.

Never.

But no and Kenji Sato never went into the same sentence in your brain, and maybe that’s a bigger problem than your resolute “fine” through the phone.

“Just to talk.”

“Just to talk.” You can hear his smirk through the phone. “I can’t wait to see you, baby.”

And you know, as you hang up the phone, as you put on your shoes, as you get into your car—before you even answered the phone—that the last thing the two of you are ever going to do is just talk.

That’s why when you show up at his place, when you knock and he opens the door barely seconds later, that curve of his mouth, his hand reaching out and gripping the bottom of your shirt, “Hi, baby.” Rolling off his tongue like a siren song to your insides, it is no surprise you are pressed against the back of his door seconds later.

His mouth on yours, his hands everywhere. Pulling at your clothes, pulling you closer to him. His hair falling in your face in that way you’ve missed so fucking much. That you have grown addicted to feeling when he’s on top of you and thrusting between your legs.

“Knew you missed me too,” Kenji groans when you fall to your knees and take his cock in your mouth. His teeth in his bottom lip as he looks down at you like you own his world. His very being. Like he doesn’t know pleasure unless it’s given to him by you.

A feeling you know too well in regards to him.

And you don’t tell him differently. Because yeah, you did miss him. You always miss him. That’s why you can never stop these visits. Never say no to him. Even if the two of you will always be the right person wrong time, every time you think it will be different. That your heart might actually be a little more safe than the last time.

It doesn’t matter, though. You know that when his palm grabs the back of your neck to pull you up from your knees, his thumbs pressing into the side of your jaw as he brings his mouth down on yours—nothing matters but this. How good it feels. How good Kenji feels, how good he makes you feel, how much the two of you love each other even if he’s bad at it.

You need him to fill your lungs with air when he pushes inside of you, his thick cock filling your tight cunt, that heavy breath of relief he lets out as if nothing has felt as right as this. As you. Under him. Digging your nails into his lower back as he thrusts into you. As his mouth bites and sucks at your neck.

As his hand snakes between the two of you and presses his thumb against your clit. Your legs tightening around him. Your cunt tightens around his cock, your moans become more breathy, panting into his mouth as his tongue licks into yours.

“Yeah, baby. Come on. Come on, give me it.”

And you do. You come and come again when he puts you in a different position—when his mouth is hot and wet at your shoulder blade. When his fingers grip your hips and pull you back, his hand pushes down on the base of your spine to have your ass push up higher for him. To allow him to go deeper until you’re gripping the sheets and seeing stars.

“Fuck, that’s my girl.”

By the time he pulls himself from your wetness, his fist moving against his cock fast and hard, your arousal still slick against him, making the lewd noise burn your cheeks. Your body heating back up as you watch his brow furrow. “Look at me, baby, look,” he says breathless as he paints the mound of your pussy with his come. You know reason will never mean anything. You’re his, and when he calls, you’ll come running each and every time.

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vensuxcii · 2 months ago

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♪ - i can feel the way you feel for me this is my playpen borderline thinking like barbie baby can you play ken?

SUGAR DADDY KENJI SATO

HEAD CANNONS

• kenji buys you a gold diamond chain with the letter k bold and center so when he’s taking you your tits are bouncing with the chain, marking you as his further more along with the amount of hickeys that he leaves all around your body

• he always provides you with the best of everything and regularly sends you cash through you phone typically sending you a message for you to buy something sexy for him to rip off later that night

• there’s an obvious age gap between you both but kenji doesn’t seem to mind that fact that you’re younger than him since he is only 26 and a 7 year age gap isn’t necessarily the worst, and he definitely doesn’t seem to mind when he’s impaling you with his 9 inch dick

• he insist on cumming in you, every time you guys fuck he always make sure that every last drop of his seed is inside your fucked pussy by continuously thrusting it into you even after climaxing

• the first time you both had sex together he was not even half way inside of you before you were telling him how much it hurts and that he’s too big, so he simply chuckled before sliding himself fully in making you screech as he pierced inside your throbbing cunt

• every 2 weeks he sends you cash for you to get you nails and feet done, on the condition that the nude base color is the color of his tip or his initial is somewhere on your nail

• you’ve both at least broken 3 beds in total from kenji thrusting and pounding into you so vigorously

• doesn’t matter when doesn’t matter where kenji is fucking you wherever and whenever, the shower? done it multiple times, the driveway? loud and proud, he owns the land around it and no neighbors for miles, his office? doggy style on the desk and chair with cum everywhere and at midnight? sometimes he gets home late and just want to snuggle his dick deep in your warm asleep cunt, so he does

• even though he insists there’s nothing of a relationship sorts going on between you both, he still damn well makes you be at every single one of his games cheering him on and after sucking him off as well as a reward for winning

• he will supply you with infinite amount of plane b’s or get you on birth control (for now before he decides to bby trap you)

• if it weren’t for him living so far away and alone the police would probably pull up for noises complaint because of how loud your moans and chanting are as he fucks you silly into the mattress

• will either punish you buy fingering the fuck out of consistency and stopping before you can cum or tucking a large vibrator inside your pussy on the highest mode and forcing you to not cum till your sobbing begging to be able to cum

• anything you want kenji can give it to you in a blink of an eye, as long as your eyes stay on him and not closed as he plows roughly inside of you making you grip onto the cum stained black silk bedsheets

• other than his clear breeding kink he also has a size kink, so when he’s thrusting inside you or in missionary what seems to mostly send the both of you over the edge is him pressing on the tummy bulge inside of you that his large cock created

• when in public sometimes he just has to relieve himself inside of you so he usually pulls you to the bathroom and rolls your panties to the side as you try not to squirm as he forces himself inside your pulsating pussy

• at first it took a while for you to get used to kenji length but now your pussys grown tolerant the pain for the pleasure as he fills you up till the very brim with his dick

• sometimes when he truly wants to savor you without you stopping him, he ties your hands up on headboard and legs tied up to either side of the bed and eats you out till your moans and screams are heard by all of tokyo and fucks you up til as many rounds as he can milk himself out in, or till your legs are shaking (which is mostly after the 5 round)

• when he bought you the car that you kept on talking about the first thing he did once he bought it was fuck you mercilessly in the back seats to claim you inside of it before anyone else enters it

• rarely but occasionally he’s sub and he’s in utter agony not being able to touch you as his hands are now tied along with his legs as you ride him til you both see stars but with every little moan or noise you make it’s all heard by him along with the sound of your thighs clashing together and the wet sounds your pussy makes, being like music to his ears making it seemingly worth it

• he often surprises you with trips and to fancy suites and airbnb’s where you’ll both just end up fucking all throughout the trip

• he makes you suck his cock til he’s at least cummed 3 times or til tears are flowing down your eyes, drools slipping out your mouth and til he hears you gag which is given on the girth and thickness of his dick

• kenji as well bought you your own huge penthouse (though you could’ve easily bought yourself considering you were a well known model) in which he installed a soundproof barrier around so when you guys have sex it’s aloud as you’d both like without causing issues

• whenever your around him he requires you to wear skirts for easy access so at any given moment he can simply slip your black lacy little panties from inside you mini skirt down your pedicured legs easily giving him your pretty little cunt out on display for him to toy and fuck with

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vensuxcii · 2 months ago

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Pictures and videos Kenji Sato has/took of you on his phone (NSFW edition) — PT. 3

note: i have sooo many ideas for this topic, i'm going insane frfr!!! all kinds of editions, it's actually crazy hihihi <333

The eleventh video Kenji took was when you were giving him head and he wanted to record your mouth as it was being filled by his huge cock and, consequently his warm cum.

The eleventh picture was sent by you to Kenji during a fight you guys had. He was sleeping on the couch and when he saw the photo, it was a nude selfie of yours sucking on a realistic dildo.

The twelfth video he took of you guys was in front of a mirror inside a fitting room. You were sitting on his lap as he opened your legs, making circular movements on that hard and pulsating clit of yours.

The thirteenth video Kenji took of you was when you were taking a shower and he recorded as you were teasing him, squeezing your tits and ass against the glass, making sure your body was covered in shower gel. He always has to jerk off when watching that video.

The twelfth picture Kenji has of you was his favorite from a boudoir photoshoot you shot as a wedding gift for him. It was a picture, taken from a higher point of view, you were wearing the lingerie he bought you as a gift, with some red bottomed stilletos, tied up to the bed as your arched back made your body look voluptuous and irresistible.

The thirteenth spicy picture Kenji took of you was back when you guys were baking and he couldn't resist but to get you naked on top of the kitchen counter and start spreading whipped cream all over your body.

The fourteenth video your husband Kenji has of you is a security camera footage of you guys fucking in the garage inside the convertible. He was seated on the passenger's seat while you kept rubbing your wet cunt on his face.

The fifteenth video he took of you was when you guys were having sex. In the video, you are seen riding Kenji, digging your nails through the entire surface of his abdomen. As you are reaching your climax, your legs can't control themselves; your eyes go all the way behind your head while your body gets filled with an intense pleasure. Kenji was addicted to this video he took of you.

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vensuxcii · 2 months ago

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I CAN'T MAKE YOU LOVE ME. [2]

+ pairings. ran haitani x f!reader ft. sanzu haruchiyo

+ tags. angst, arranged marriage, cheating, unrequited love, pining, hurt no comfort

+ wc. 1.5k

+ note. hi hi part two is here hehehehe <3 this took me too long to write cuz i'm lazy af sorry 😭 anyway, this is the last part of this fic hope u like it hehe

reblogs are always appreciated! <3

part one | part two

“I’m so stupid.”

If you were sober, you’d probably glare at the man who just laughed out loud beside you. Even though he was not wrong for laughing at you because you know you deserved it.

Because you are a fool. Fool for loving someone who isn't going to love you the same way. A stupid human being for giving her all to someone who’s not willing to give their everything for you. But was it really stupid? Is it even your fault to love someone? You just loved and in turn, you wanted to be loved. Was that foolish? Dumb?

“Shut up, Haru.” your voice was small, so close to breaking as you reached for another shot but a hand stopped you. “What? If you're going to laugh at me all night, you can at least let me drink to save me from embarrassment the next day.”

Sanzu’s face was serious compared to earlier, his hand still holding your wrist to keep you from drinking, “That's enough. Does Ran even know you’re here?”

“He doesn't. And if he did, it’s not like he would care.” a bitter laugh escaped your lips, “Ah, see. Now, I’m talking shit. Pitying myself.”

“It’s cause you’re so stupid.” he retorted, “How could you just stand there and smile, what the fuck even was that? Isn’t he your husband? Isn’t that your house and you’re just letting it happen? Wake up.”

“Ow!” you exclaimed when he flicked your forehead, it felt like some of the alcohol washed away from your system the moment he did that. “And excuse me, she was crying and shaking, I didn't have the heart to send her away.”

“Oh okay. What a saint.” Sanzu claimed with obvious sarcasm, following the roll of his eyes. “It’s your fault so stop bitching about it to me and go home.”

You scoffed and snatched your hand away from him, “You’re being an ass.”

“This ass is tired of listening to you bitch about your husband who doesn’t even give two fucks about your feelings—”

Your hand was trembling the moment you realized what you just did. Did you just slap him? Sanzu Haruchiyo? Bonten’s No. 2? Your husband’s colleague and your friend who was nice to let you in his apartment when you’re crying your ass out?

You fucking did and you were regretting it each second you stand there. You doubt that he’s going to do something to you—because Sanzu’s cruel to everyone but you. You don’t know why he’s different to you but you figure that’s because he’s your friend—not that he considers you one all those years, but you were always there.

And you guess he was used to you being there.

“H-haru. I…” you dragged your breath and looked at him with your widened eyes. “I’m sorry-”

“Get the fuck out.”

“Haru.” Even though you were a bit scared, you walked towards him. Sanzu just stared at you, a little frustration dancing in his eyes as you cupped his face with your hands. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“You’re frustrating me.” an exasperated sigh coming out of him, and every second that his hand was touching your face was giving you a different kind of feeling. It was disparate—it was unlike any other feeling that you had, even with your husband. It was comforting—and most of all, the look that he was giving you was like the piece of the puzzle that you have been looking for all your life.

You swore you’ve seen this before, this kind of look—and yet the problem is it wasn’t meant for you but now it is—and the bigger problem is, the person that was supposed to be giving you this isn’t the person that you had promised to spend your whole life with. You don’t have any idea how you ended up in this situation—with someone who isn’t your husband.

But the worst part is, you aren’t guilty because any of this was wrong—you were feeling sorry because every second of it felt right—asking yourself why haven’t you been doing this the whole time.

…

“Where were you? I was worried…” the concern in your husband’s voice was sincere, yet all you could feel was doubt, guilt and irk—all of it at once. “I left you a bunch of calls and messages and you weren’t answering.”

Setting your coat and heels aside, you walked towards your husband having his morning coffee alone on the empty dining table, “I was out with Kei. I’m sorry, my phone was out of juice last night. Couldn’t leave her alone, she had a boy problem, you know.”

People say that lying would get you nowhere, that it would eat you away to the point that you’re closer to an impending self destruction that would lead you to bursting at some point. But the thing is, lying in this situation doesn’t feel like you’re being forsaken to sabotaging yourself, it feels like a way to save yourself and this refuge that you have found to be in.

In other words, this deceit wasn’t for the best interest of your husband—to save him from the pain that would befall him but for yourself. And it sounds bad at all, but you have chosen to do the thing that would benefit you. You have grown tired of picking anyone else over yourself—and to think of it, it isn’t bad choosing yourself this once—though, you have started it in a wrong way. “I see.”

“I’m sorry.” you plant a kiss on your husband’s cheek, “I’ll make sure to update you next time.”

Ran should’ve seen it coming, all the genuine smiles that you give him would soon turn to a feigned one, all the earnest talks you had would soon turn into nothing more but a hollow conversation.

“I’m home.” and all that he could get was a nod from you accompanied by a mere smile. “Have you eaten yet?”

You barely looked at him—it was just a simple thing, but it felt like a lifetime of pain. “Uh-huh. It’s in the fridge, just heat it up.”

And how ridiculously it hurt when he was sitting alone at the dining table and all he could see was your memories lying on the seat where you used to be.

It shouldn’t have fazed him, he knew all this time that he was just pretending to feel all these things for you and he knew it was unfair to you—but now, he was asking himself, if this was all just play pretend to him—why does he feel this agony eating him alive?

Maybe he wasn't just used to this—but this is how things should be, he should stop pretending to love you because he knows that you’re aware that you could never come close to her.

He should stop pretending to care, put an end to feeling this hurt when you have chosen to turn your back on him instead of curling up to him. When you have chosen to disregard his presence on purpose. When you have chosen to go out—instead of being with him on his time off.

He wanted to laugh because he knows he was just lying to himself—he knows how and when you started to be like this but he wasn't aware that all that he did wasn’t pretending when he sees the look on your eyes once you’ve arrived at the hospital where he is but instead, the first person that you wrapped your arms around to was the man lying on the bed—and not him.

“Haru.” you whispered, tears brimming in your eyes as you held on to him. “You’re okay. I’m here, hm? I’m here…”

Ran was watching all these before him—the mirthful glint shining in your irises once you saw Haruchiyo opening his eyes, how you could never leave his side—how you were giving him the same look that you used to give him before—it was making him wish that he should've been the one who got shot, thinking that would you be the same way you are right now if that was him?

Would you also climb on the bed and let him rest on your arms? Would you hold him like he’s the most precious thing in the whole universe? You see the thing is, you have done that before—he just didn't appreciate it when it was there.

He wanted to stop this madness and tear you apart from Haruchiyo—he was actually scared to death that he’d have to live without you but what right did he have when he had done this to you first?

What he was feeling was probably nothing when you had to stand there and watch him hold another woman in his arms. So, how could he take your happiness away from you any further?

“Let me ask you one thing,” he started, looking at you while you sat inches away from him. “Do you love him?”

You bit your lip and looked at him, and there he noticed the difference when you looked at him and he knew that your answer would tear him apart and yet he chose to sit there while you break his heart.

It was clear who holds your heart even if you don't utter a single word. The look was enough to make his world crumble into pieces.

“I thought I couldn't live without you, Ran… but it turns out, he’s the one I couldn't live without.”

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vensuxcii · 2 months ago

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𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃. ʳᵃⁿ ʰᵃⁱᵗᵃⁿⁱ

✑ GENRE: angst

✑ WARNING: cheating. hurt / no comfort. explicit language.

✑ SYNOPSIS: what’s done in the dark will find a way to shine, and ran haitani hated the fact that it had to happen at the time when he was already contructing a plan to propose to you and start a family.

Thinking back, Ran Haitani should not have really done this in the first place; kissing other woman’s cerise lips, worshipping her body, and spending the night in her arms. She was a stranger, hogging all his warmth for herself, while you were his girlfriend, all cold and isolated in your shared penthouse. It was wrong. All fucked up. Yet he could not really stop it. It was hard to stop doing things that he has been doing for a long time. Old habits die hard, and Ran just so happened to have it bad.

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vensuxcii · 2 months ago

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Hello! Um, can you please continue the ran x reader angst? The one that has pregnant reader. Maybe some angst to fluff? I can't sleep bc i keep thinking many ending for the story. Your story is very interesting and i love it ❤️ thank you!

decided to give Ran another chance cuz hes my hubby and I can't stay mad at him <3

part one here

genre: angst to fluff

"So she left you?" The woman circled Ran as he sat in his office desk, face flat on the desk as his thoughts were racing.

"Yeah," Ran paused, "and I'll never get to see her again."

"Hmmm," she hummed as she sat on his lap, tracing his chest which caused him to sit up and glare at her. "Can you not?" Ran asked, about to shove her off till she grabbed his wrists stopping him.

"Just listen to me." She grabbed his jaw and forced him to look at her. "You love her?" She asked, tilting her face closer.

"...Yeah." Ran responded. In all honestly, he didn't feel like he had the right to say that. He messed up big time, and he cannot even blame his actions on alcohol, since he was sober a good 90% of the time.

If only he could turn back time.

"Then why'd you do it?" She let go of his face, moving off his lap and sat on his desk, hooking her feet on the armrest on his chair pulling him closer to her.

"I don't know. It was a stupid mistake." Ran was telling the full truth here. He didn't know why. Sex was just addicting, and he felt bad asking to fuck you all the time, especially cause of how sensitive you were. He was a rough guy, always has been. He feels guilty when he's too rough with you, so he goes and finds other women to be rough too.

It's not an excuse he knows that, simply just a justification.

"You look weak right now," she admitted, hopping off the desk and walking behind his chair, "She leaves tonight right?" He nodded, "you know which airport?"

"No." he began, "I don't even know what time her flight is."

"Talk to Manjiro. He might tell you." She let go of his chair and walked outside, "He knows how it feels to lose loved ones." She said before exiting the office.

Ran sighed for the nth time that day, picking up his phone as he scrolled through his camera roll, all the way to April 2010, he was fast asleep and you were sat on his lap as you stole his phone taking a bunch of secret selfie pictures.

Then scrolling down a bit more, there was a few photos of you two in the living room, you were braiding his hair as you watched some crappy documentary in the back.

Swiping a bit more, there was a video. The phone was on the couch, facing the ceiling and the only thing he could hear was your laughter as he tickled you for something he honestly couldn't remember what for. But he found himself repeating the video for the next hour or so.

He missed you so, so so much. It was becoming painful at this point, and he was growing desperate.

He tucked his phone into his pocket and stood up, making his way to Mikey's office, barging in there without knocking. "Yeah?" Mikey asked as he stared at Ran.

Sanzu, obviously, was there too, spinning around in Mikey's spare desk chair with no care in the world. "What time is she leaving?" Ran asked and Mikey shrugged. "Bullshit," Ran spoke out fast, "You bought her fucking tickets. You know when she's leaving. What time?"

Mikey shrugged again.

Ran took a deep breath, "Please Mikey, I.. I can't lose her."

"You already lost her. You're just realising it right now."

"I know. I know what I did was horrible, and she hates me, but I can't live with myself knowing she will be thousands of miles away from me forever."

Mikey looked blankly ahead, an uncomfortable silence ringing throughout the room. Every second Mikey stayed silent, Ran’s patience grew thinner.

“Mi—,”

“I’ll tell you.” Mikey finally spoke. Hope returning in Ran’s eyes. “I’ll tell you, but good luck winning her back. She fucking hates you.” He tapped Ran on the chest once

“She leaves at like 10PM, her flight is at 11.” She’s probably packing her bags right now. Ran thought.

Sanzu laughed, “Isn’t this cute.” He placed his face on his palms as his elbows rested on the table. “Good luck, Im rooting for ya!” He winked before spinning around on his chair again.

“Good luck,” Mikey said.

By the time Ran arrived at the airport, it was around 10:40PM. He has 20 minutes to find you, praying to whoever was up in the skies that you hadn’t gotten on your plane early.

You were seated in the waiting areas, staring at the window, counting the stars in the sky.

Sixty five… sixty six, sixty seven, sixty eight, sixty—

“Nine.” You had turned to look at the familiar voice. "No.." you muttered to yourself, standing up, "No, no no." You grabbed your suitcase and started to speed walk. You didn't even know where you were going, just anywhere he wasn't there.

"Y/n wait," you sighed at how fast he caught up to you. This fucking pregnancy, you cursed internally. You could've outrun him easily. "Leave me alone Haitani, you're going to make me miss my flight."

As if it were pure coincidence, an alert noise came through the speakers. "Flight 506 has been delayed, I repeat Flight 506 has been delayed. If you were boarding for Flight 506, please see the people at the front, you may be welcome to go back home or stay in a hotel until a new Flight has been assigned, thank you."

"You have gotta be fucking kidding me." You turned to face Ran, "What did you do?" You glared at him.

"I didn't do anyth—,"

"Bullshit." You practically spat venom, "I could hear how shaky the woman's voice was when she was talking. What did you do?"

Ran sighed, "I got them to cancel the flight."

You scoffed loudly, "Are you fucking kidding me?!" You hit his chest causing him to stumble backwards only a little bit. You picked up your suitcase again and started walking to the front.

"Y/N..." He walked behind you, trying to get you to talk to him. Arriving at the front, you waited in the long queue. Feeling someone brush up against your back, you pushed him back, "Don't touch me Ran."

"Can we just talk, please?" You side eyed him, "Ran if you don't get away from me, I'll scream bloody murder right now. I'm not afraid to cause a scene."

Ran looked around, seeing the security guards stationed all over the place. He grabbed your suitcase which you left unattended and started to roll away with it.

"Wha— Hey! Ran give it back!" You stepped out of line and started to follow him. Since you weren't able to run, he was able to take you to the far end of the airport, near the exit, taking the suitcase out and putting it in his car.

"Go and get it." He smiled, gesturing inside. You stood outside the car glaring at him. Knowing fully well once you go inside, he would just lock the door and force you to the have the conversation you'd been dreading to have.

"It's fine, I'll just buy new stuff." You were about to walk back inside the airport, but remembering your bag was on the handles of the suitcase. Your phone, your passport, your tickets... Everything you needed to leave the country was inside there.

Ran smirked as he saw you step inside the car, not even making an attempt to leave, cause you knew he could easily overpower you.

You grabbed your bag, and shifted to the far end of the car seat, placing your suitcase in between the two of you. If you were going to be in this car, the least you could do is have some space.

Ran watched you the entire car ride back to his place, you hadn't looked at him once, facing the window watching the raindrops slip down the window, matching the tears on your face.

How badly he wanted to reach over and comfort you, rub your belly and kiss you dumb. But he couldn't. He didn't feel worthy.

Arriving at his place, he tapped you on the shoulder, but you seemed to have fallen asleep. He took this opportunity to lift you up and out of the car, telling his men to bring your belongings inside.

Ran kicked the door open and placed you on his your side of the bed, watching you subconsciously melt into the sheets. He sat on the side of the bed, watching your every move. He missed you so so much.

By the time morning came, he was asleep on the side of the bed next to you, but keeping his distance, knowing he wasn't worthy of sleeping next to you.

You rubbed your eyes, remembering last nights events and silently cried. The sadness turned to anger. You reached over and shoved his sides, causing him to wake up confused.

"I hate you!" You cried out, your emotions on haywire as your pregnancy played a role in your sudden mood change. You straddled him, hitting his chest over and over again, muttering how he ruined your life.

He couldn't do anything but sit there and take your continuous hits. They didn't hurt physically , he's been through worse, but mentally it felt like a stab in the back.

After a while, you stopped hitting him and just cried, the tears dropping and landing on his grey shirt, making it darker. Ran sat up abruptly, causing you to slip and land on the bed ass first.

Ran grabbed you by the thigh, making you straddle him again, but hugged you so tight. No matter how hard you struggled, you couldn't escape his grip.

Your biggest fear came true, you found yourself melting into his embrace. You couldn't be separate from him, as much as you tried to hate him, you couldn't. Which is why you never wanted to see him again.

"Put me down.." you whispered as you tried to struggle but he just held you tighter, but not to tight to hurt your belly.

"Please talk to me y/n.. fuck. I miss you so much." You didn't want to believe his bullshit, until you felt something wet on your shoulder. You pulled away and lifted his face up, seeing a few tears dropping from his eyes.

For as long as you'd known Ran, you never once seen him cry. Not even when he got stabbed, not even when Izana died. Not once. Your eyes widened as you reached out and touched it, just to see if the tear was real.

The wetness stained your finger and he dipped his face back into your shoulder, as if he was embarrassed. His whole life, he only let Rindou see him cry. And that was accidental.

To see The Ran Haitani, so vulnerable infront of you, did something to your heart. "Ran—"

"Shut up," he whispered, wiping his tears away, "you didn't see anything."

"But i did." You smiled, almost forgetting what he had done to you. "I gotta go." You tried to stand up before you felt yourself getting lost in Ran's embrace again, but he was quicker.

"Y/n I am so sorry. You probably won't believe me— there's no excuse for what I did, so I'm not going to sit here and try make one up." He looked you directly in the eye, "I fucked up. I'll admit that. I fucked up so badly, but I was so blinded by lust I didn't see any wrongdoings in my actions. Until I lost you. I never felt the same again. I stayed up for so many days, just waiting to hear the door unlock and you'd come back to me. When I heard you were leaving me for good, I knew I couldn't let that happen. You're my everything," he grabbed your hand and kissed it, "I don't care how long it takes for you to trust me again, I'll be there for you whatever your decision will be. Just please, dont leave me. Stay... please."

You blinked the tears that were forming on your eyes away, looking down to properly think. "I- i don't want to be hurt again Ran.. It hurt so much, I'm scared. I never want to feel that way again-"

"You won't!" He cut you off quickly, "I'll do anything to make it up to you. Anything. Name it."

"I just.. i don't know." You looked down. "I want to forgive you, but I cant bring myself to."

"I understand. Take as long as you need, I promise I'll be here for you when you made up your mind. Whether you see your future with or without me, I'll be there, for you," he pointed at your belly, "and them."

You had almost forgotten you were pregnant. "I-okay. I'll forgive you," you watched all hope come back in his eyes, " But only cause I don't want our baby to grow up fatherless." You huffed, not wanting him to know you directly forgave him, "I am still mad at you"

"I know," he leaned over and kissed your cheek, "And I'll do anything to make you mine again." He held you closer, "I love you so much y/n."

You took a moment, contemplating whether you should say it back or not. But Ran didn't care if you did, he knew it would take time for those words to come out of your mouth again, and he already prepared himself for the worst.

He set you back down on the bed before standing up, "I gotta use the bathroom." You nodded and settled under the covers.

"Wait Ran?" You called out before he left the room, "I- I love you too."

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