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[manjiroscum]

pregnancy diaries: pancakes

summary: the journey of motherhood is never easy from the first morning sickness to when the water suddenly breaks. such precious yet arduous nine months deserve to be recorded for memories.

character/s: bonten!kakucho hitto

warnings: f!reader, mature language, pregnancy, pregnant sex, implied lactation kink, breeding kink, established relationship, mentions of canon-typical violence, mention of blackmail, mentions of adoption, lots of fluff, use of guns/firearms, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

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wc: 5.3k

note: this entry is dedicated to kaku's 1#, bby dawn @lalunanymph 💖

MONTH 0: WEEK 2

Dear duckie, 

How lucky are we to be blessed with you? Your father wouldn’t admit it, but I was pretty sure he shed some tears when I broke the news to him. I’ll admit though that I cried more than he did. Your older brother won't stop asking about you and when you will arrive. He even gave you your little nickname. Your family is super happy to have you, darling.

We all can't wait to meet you, baby duckie.

Kakucho’s steady gaze landed on the five-year-old boy sitting by the coffee table. Aoki was unusually silent as if he was scared to death to make a sound as he played with the toy duck he wouldn't let go of since the day you two brought him home from the orphanage. You had a hunch it was because of the new baby. Normally, he would be running around or asking for sweets. Yet, at the announcement of him becoming an older brother, your son barely made a sound. Your husband must’ve had the same idea since he couldn’t stand the silence, approaching the boy in earnest.

“Aoki,” Kakucho spoke in a gentle tone, his hand gesturing for the boy to come hither. Heart slightly pounding, you watched from the kitchen counter, hands frozen. Your gaze is on the scene unfolding in front of you. Ever since Aoki entered both of your lives, you never wondered what would occur if another addition was added to your little family. It was always three tables in the dining room and you thought it would be that way forever—until the trip to the clinic said otherwise. Surprising as it was, you and Kakucho were ecstatic. However, the slight doubt of Aoki accepting this sudden change was looming above your head along with the joy you felt at that moment.

Luckily, Kakucho was there to ease it away by pressing a kiss on top of the boy’s head. “Aoki, can I ask you a question?” Upon hearing his dad’s words, your son then nodded softly. You found yourself holding your breath as your husband continued. “Are you… scared that the new baby will replace you?”

S-so blunt!

You bit your lower lip, hands resuming cleaning the cabbage as you relied on your sense of hearing. Aoki was probably stunned at his father’s question, yet dared not to make a sound other than to hesitantly nod his head. Kakucho then sighed and reached up to rub his head affectionately. “Why? There’s nothing to be scared of,” he said with a small smile, never ceasing his actions to comfort his son. “There’s no way your mom and I will replace you—you’re our son, our Aoki. That will never change. The new baby is your sibling and will be a part of us, too. And we will love you and the baby the same way. We’re family, remember?”

Perhaps Kakucho’s trait of being straightforward and using a direct way of asking had helped your son in some way because Aoki was nodding eagerly now at what he had just said, and the smile returned to his adorable face. 

“Okay… Can we name the baby ‘duckie’, Papa?” The surprise on both of your faces disappeared as soon as Aoki hugged his toy and adorably grinned. “Duckies are cute, and the baby must be cute. Right?”

Kakucho chuckled and patted his head, nodding along. “Of course. You both are.” Kakucho then took the chance to tickle the boy, hoping it would make the rest of his doubts disappear. Much to your satisfaction, laughter graced the house once more and all was well.

MONTH 1: WEEK 4

Dear tiny duckie, 

Your brother is often asking about you. I can’t wait to take photos of you two together. Your papa and I also can’t keep our excitement from showing. My stomach is slightly bloating now, which reminds me that I must buy new clothes. I feel emotional sometimes whenever I think about you growing inside me. I guess this is how pregnancy can mess with hormones, but it’s alright. Please grow healthy and sound, duckie.

We love you to the moon and back, my little duckie!

“Mama, I can’t hear anything,” Aoki whispered with his ear against your stomach. “Is duckie alright?” You couldn’t help but let out a giggle at his eagerness. Your answer was about to slip past your lips until your gaze landed on the ticking clock on the wall telling you that it was late. Kakucho was still not home. Worry etched your features at the thought of him fighting or possibly doing something risky. While the figures he earned from dirtying his hands in Bonten were enough to sustain your family, there were times when you wished your husband had a different job.

Aoki followed your line of sight and then frowned. It was already ten in the evening. Typically, his father would be home at this hour or earlier to tuck him in. However, Kakucho wasn't.

“Mama, I don’t wanna sleep yet. Wanna wait for Papa.”

At the boy’s statement, you sighed prior to pinching his cheek gently. Knowing this would happen, you shook your head. “No, Aoki. You know you have to wake up early tomorrow because you have school.” He pouted in defiance, still not wanting to yield and go to bed. Holding your ground, you stayed quiet. After a staring contest that lasted only a minute, Aoki gave up and got off the couch. Following suit, you headed to his bedroom right after turning a few lights off. Despite his protests earlier, your son was yawning as soon as his back hit the mattress.

“I know you want Papa to tuck you in, but he’s busy with work. How about I read you a bedtime story, mhm?” You sat on the edge of his bed, eyes scanning the picture books by the nightstand. “How does that sound?”

“Yes, Mama,” Aoki responded softly. His hands pulled up the blanket up to his nose, eyes sparkling as he waited for you to begin. With a fond smile, you grabbed the book entitled Kintaro’s Adventures and flipped to the first page. A few pages later, Aoki was now fast asleep. You set the book down and pressed a kiss on his forehead, about to leave when the bedroom door creaked open. In came Kakucho, his dual-colored eyes scanning the area until his sight landed on you and the sleeping boy.

“Sorry I’m late,” Kakucho mumbled after he closed the distance between you both. You shook your head dismissively, offering him a kiss on the cheek. Your husband chased after your lips which earned him a stifled giggle. “I’ll make sure to be early tomorrow and tuck him in.”

“It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re home, love.”

MONTH 2: WEEK 7

Dear baby duckie,

Mama is feeling more tired lately. I could definitely say I am pregnant now. Morning sickness is worst than ever and I could feel the changes. But I am happy to hear from the doctor that you’re doing fine. I don’t care what happens to my body as long as you’re healthy. Your papa and I are happy to hear that at this stage, your heart has formed. We can’t wait to hear it.

Continue to grow well, my baby duckie.

Manjiro’s sleepy eyes fell on your form, brow raised at your presence. You stood up and gave him a short bow in acknowledgment. He wasn’t expecting you to be here, sitting in the office lobby. Kakucho was just finishing his meeting in the other room, leaving you all by yourself. This did not sit well with Bonten’s leader, especially since he knew you were pregnant. The organization’s headquarters may be a symbol of fear to those who knew, yet within, betrayal could occur anytime. Manjiro would be caught dead rather than leave his pregnant wife all alone. What was his third-in-command thinking?

“What… are you doing here?” he asked, perplexed on whether to head for his meeting or to accompany you until Kakucho comes. Maybe Sanzu can entertain those bastards while he waits with you. “It’s not safe to be here all on your own. I was sure Kakucho knew that.” 

“Don’t worry, Mikey. Kakucho is almost done. He and I are going to pick up our son from kindergarten, you see.” Taking a seat once again, you sheepishly gestured down the hall. “I’m fine on my own, honest. I don’t want to inconvenience you…” you trailed off when Manjiro took the seat beside you. Perhaps the rumors of the great Sano Manjiro only caring for himself held no truth at all. Then again, if that were true, his wife wouldn’t be gushing about him all the time during parties.

“I can wait. As I said, it isn’t safe.”

But damn, you found it so hard to fill in the awkward silence that enveloped the lobby. To count on Mikey to lead the conversation was a hopeless cause for he did not know what else to say. Thankfully, Kakucho was now walking towards you. His stoic face morphed into one of surprise with a mixture of shame. He did not expect his leader to accompany his wife, let alone play bodyguard. The Haitani brothers will never live this down if they would find out. Quick to be by your side, Kakucho’s stonehard facade fell as he regarded his boss with a sheepish look.

“Mikey, I’m sorry—”

“No need for an apology, Kakucho.” Manjiro stood up from the couch, hands in his pockets. “Just be careful next time. Can’t have meaningless trouble.” With that said, Bonten’s leader sauntered off. The two of you stood there for a moment, unsure of what just occurred. You were the first to break the silence, giggling as you poked your husband’s side. Kakucho exhaled aloud, his hand over his heart. Then, his lips broke into a relaxed grin.

“Were you scared, love?”

“Of Mikey? Of course not. It’s just that, for a second there I thought he was gonna fuckin’ berate me,” Kakucho muttered. His hand was placed behind your back as you two headed for the elevator. “He’s been… acting weird since his wife gave birth. But maybe I deserve it. I shouldn’t have really left you in the lobby, safe or not.”

“Why? I was fine on my own,” you reasoned and leaned against him. The warmth he exudes is comforting. “Besides, I think Mikey was just looking out for us.” For emphasis, you rubbed your stomach. Your husband saw and understood what you meant, earning a small laugh from him. 

“I guess so. That's typical of him.”

MONTH 3: WEEK 9

My baby duckie,

Your uncles are so sweet. Maybe a little too much that your papa ends up saying the strangest things. I hope you will understand once you're grown up that him being protective is just his way of saying he loves you. The doctor said you're about the size of a strawberry now. You're so tiny, duckie. I wish I could hold you in my arms and make memories soon. 

Papa and Mama love you so much, our sweet duckie. 

If Kakucho were to be asked back then what he thought of Sanzu Haruchiyo, the word annoying would always be a staple term. Not only was the man cockblocking him, but Bonten’s number two had the nerve to be snoring away on the couch like it was his own home. Today was supposed to be a rest day, one where Kakucho could relax and spend time with his family—perhaps even have alone time with you, granted that Aoki was in school. However, the presence of Sanzu in the house put a halt to that wish of his. Fate just had to tease Kakucho because out of all days, you were in the mood and ready to jump him if given the chance. But of course, you couldn't due to Sanzu's surprising visit.

What was the man doing here again? Kakucho couldn't remember. His attention was solely on his phone, hoping that Ran or Rindou could pick up the drunk Sanzu Haruchiyo and take him home. If Sanzu continues to let out loud snores for another minute, Kakucho fears he’s going to lose his mind. 

Thankfully, after thirty minutes of waiting, the Haitani brothers finally arrived to take Sanzu off of Kakucho's hands. You got out of the bedroom, a silk robe around your pajama-clad form. Silently, you watched as Rindou nudged the pink-haired man awake. Ran clicked his tongue at the scene and folded his arms across his chest. Sanzu, despite snoring so much, wasn't a heavy sleeper and woke up without a hitch. He staggered as he stood up, rubbing his eyes before glaring at the sunlight that flooded the living room.

“Mornin’ already?”

Ran couldn't help but roll his eyes while helping Sanzu stand up. “See, this is why your wife kicked you out of your own home, Sanzu. You keep getting blackout drunk.” Rindou snickered at his brother’s remark as he aided the other. “You should stop challenging Koko in that rigged drinking contest and go straight home to your family. You’re so fucking pathetic right now. If I were your wife, I’d divorce your ass if you keep doing this.”

Sanzu managed to scoff, “No need to fear. I won’t marry your high-maintenance ass, Ran. Even if Mikey pays me to do it, I’d rather shoot myself.” Those clear blue eyes that were usually sharp and calculating landed on you, his lips breaking into a silly grin. “The lady here could probably say the same thing.”

Ignoring Ran’s irritated quips, Kakucho turned to give you an apologetic look which you dismissed with a shrug. You excused yourself and left for the bedroom, feeling a bit dizzy. Everything went smoothly up to the point where the brothers got past the front door. Apparently, Sanzu hasn’t thanked Kakucho and you for your hospitality. Well, forced hospitality was the more definite term, Kakucho thought. Yet, instead of feeling some sort of relief that the annoyance was gone, your husband returned to your side with furrowed brows. Your lips were about to form a question when he knelt and kissed the bump on your stomach, veiny hands caressing the skin there. 

“That bastard,” Kakucho grumbled to himself while stroking your tummy. If you didn’t know any better, your husband was slightly stressed out at what occurred. You stayed silent for a moment, waiting to hear what caused it. “There’s no way I’m letting that fucking happen. I’d shoot him and the Haitanis twice before I let them inside here again.”

Now alarmed, you sat up straight. “What happened?” you inquired and then winced at the scenario brewing in your mind. “Don’t tell me… Sanzu vomited all over the entrance?”

Kakucho exhaled. “Worst. Ran was on his usual tirade when Sanzu commented on how he will thank us. I told him all was fine, but he just had to say he will have his son marry our baby if it turns out to be a daughter. The brothers, of course, did not back down and did the same.” His eyes shot up in an accusatory way when you burst out laughing. “Love, it isn’t funny. Can you believe them? If my baby is indeed a girl, there’s no way I’m letting that happen! She hasn’t even gotten out of the womb and now she’s getting marriage proposals. Of all the fucking things…”

MONTH 4: WEEK 15

My duckie,

We got a new sonogram today. Can you believe it? We’re getting a baby girl? Your papa is so excited. He could barely sleep a wink these past few days. Your uncles are even buying toys and clothes for you now. Your big brother couldn’t contain his joy as well. He hopes you’ll start kicking soon. Personally, I’m a bit afraid once that happens. The doctor did assure me it wouldn’t hurt as much as I was told. But if it means that you’re healthy and active, I won’t mind. Kick all you want, darling.

To our baby girl, duckie, we love you.

The warm bathwater was lulling you to sleep, but as soon as Kakucho entered the bath, he went straight to keep you busy. His sturdy arms kept you caged in, scared you might fall backward and hit your head as you bounced on his cock. The soapy water sloshed around with each rapid movement. Holding your breasts, you relied on nothing but biting on your lips to prevent moans from slipping past them. Aoki’s bedroom was far away, yet you shouldn’t get carried away. The last thing you wanted was for the poor child to hear you or Kakucho cursing.

“Love, c-cum inside, please,” you whined softly. Reaching your hand down to caress his face, you leaned closer to kiss his scar. Kakucho was certain he could knock you up again with another child. With a low grunt, he thrust his hips up to meet you halfway. Moaning out his name, you held onto him tightly as you chased your high. Your husband sunk his teeth into your left shoulder to muffle his groans. His cock twitched inside you before it spurted a huge load of hot milky semen into your creamy pussy.

“Love you,” Kakucho whispered against your skin and pressed a chaste kiss on the area where he bit. “And thank you… for giving me another one to love. You’re so amazing.” You lifted his head by the chin and pressed your foreheads together while humming in contentment. The bathwater had turned lukewarm. It was a sign to move this to the bedroom and continue from there. 

“I love you, too. Always.”

MONTH 5: WEEK 18

My darlin’ duckie,

I, somehow, felt you move inside my tummy. It almost felt like I had butterflies in my stomach. There are times when I get too dizzy, but for you, I can handle anything. Your big brother made cute drawings of us while he was in school. I’m going to hang some of them in your room once your papa is finished with the furnishing. 

Four more months my duckie! We’ll see you soon.

“You doing okay, love?”

Kakucho looked more out of breath than you are. He did run all the way from the kitchen up to your shared bedroom when you suddenly called out his name out of fear that you couldn’t breathe properly. Shortness of breath was considered normal when you’re pregnant. Your beloved husband was quick to assist you out of bed, gently aiding you to the bathroom when you vocalized your urge to pee. Now, sitting on the toilet, you scratched your arm sheepishly at Kakucho never leaving your side. What you did gave him quite a scare.

“I’m alright, love. Honest.”

“Just tell me whenever you feel some sort of pain, ‘kay?” Kakucho let out a long exhale and leaned against the doorway. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that things of the unexpected will become frequent in the following months to come. Kakucho was a worrywart despite denying this fact. Although it was normal to worry, his way was on a whole other level. Once you did your business and washed your hands, he was quick to be on your side while you descended the stairs. His strong and ever-present arm either wrapped around your waist or shoulder.

“I said I’m fine, Kaku.” you insisted for the fourth time today. Your husband shook his head and sat down next to you on the couch. At this hour, he would be off to where Bonten needed him. It would not come off as a surprise if his phone will start blowing up due to endless calls from his colleagues, hoping to know where he is. The television was playing a commercial for powdered milk for babies, your attention elsewhere, when Kakucho laid his head down on your lap. 

“Wake me up if you ever need anything, love. Okay?”

Shooting him a glance and an assuring smile, you focused on the drama now playing on the screen. Your husband couldn’t help but snort playfully. Just as you were about to let out a disappointed remark at the drama’s sudden plot twist, you caught yourself from making a huge noise for Kakucho was indeed fast asleep on your lap. Silently, you pressed two of your fingers onto your lips and then pressed them against Kakucho’s.

MONTH 6: WEEK 23

Baby duckie,

I hope you are doing well inside my tummy as I’m writing this. There is no denying that you are indeed your father’s daughter. You’re so active, always kicking during the evening that I get surprised. I supposed that’s just your way of saying you’re here or that you don’t like the meal I just ate. Sorry dear, but we can’t be picky with our food. We can’t always eat pancakes every morning no matter how delicious your papa makes them.

I hope you learn to like vegetables, my precious girl.

A groan escaped your mouth while fixing your shirt, making sure there wasn’t any stain on sight or any incriminating evidence that your nipples were toyed and sucked on. The culprit, Kakucho, emerged from the bathroom, the corners of his lips curled up at what occurred seconds ago in the privacy of your bedroom. Your innocent son was babbling Rindou’s ear off in the living room, too focused on the children’s show playing on the television to see Ran wiggle his brows as soon as the two of you joined them. Who knew your husband could go feral upon finding out that your breasts have begun to produce milk for the baby? In fact, it should only be for the baby. Kakucho never fails to surprise you when you least expect it. You just hope he won’t get any funny ideas of doing it again once the baby is out.

The baby needs her milk too…

“Isn’t it too early to be having fun?” Ran joked. Your husband rolled his eyes at the older Haitani’s attempt. You, on the other hand, paid no mind to it. Instead, you shifted your full attention to Aoki. Ran’s second attempt to get a laugh got cut short due to the stuffed toy Rindou threw at his face. Aoki saw this and giggled. Whether he was planning on getting back at Rindou or not, Ran sat up straight as soon as he saw Kakucho shoot him a pointed stare.

“Are you guys gonna eat breakfast or not?” Kakucho inquired before grabbing an empty plate to place pancakes on. The Haitanis weren’t here to merely visit your family or to play with Aoki. Contrary to what they told your son, the brothers were here to pick up your husband for an important meeting with the entire higher-ups of their organization. And that they wanted to eat pancakes made by Kakucho, stating that they missed the taste of it.

While the brothers and your son sat at the dining table, you watched over the other pancakes still on the pan. Your mouth watering at the sight of the leftover mixture in the bowl, tempted to swipe it and finish the batter if your husband wasn’t looking. Kakucho must have sensed your craving as he immediately grabbed the bowl and poured the last of its contents into the pan. Lips in a pout, you flipped the other pancakes whereas Kakucho took out those that were cooked.

Making sure Aoki and the troublesome Haitanis were caught up on something else, Kakucho leaned forward to press a kiss against the side of your head. Caught off guard for a second, you then playfully narrowed your eyes at him. Your free hand instinctively covers your breasts from his view like he was some starved beast just waiting to bite them. With one brow raised, your husband was seconds away from asking why you were maintaining distance when Ran let out a childish cry unfit for a thirty-year-old man.

“Uwah! Mommy and Daddy, I’m hungry! Stop flirting already,” he whined in the most high-pitched tone he could reach. Rindou and Aoki wore the same expression of disbelief, yet the former had a combination of shame. If Rindou could dig a hole and bury himself, now was the perfect time after what his older brother just pulled off. Thankfully and much to Haitani Ran’s lucky stars, Aoki just laughed afterward. Judging by the unamused look on Kakucho’s handsome face, he was ready to drag Ran’s sorry butt out of the house.

He had to take the burnt months ago when Aoki got curious about how babies were made. He didn’t want that to happen again.

Above committing any form of violence in front of his son, Kakucho resulted in leaning down to whisper into Ran’s ear with a false smile on his face, “Better behave or you’re not eating anything except my fist.”

MONTH 7: WEEK 26

My precious duckie,

One day, you will learn about your papa’s job. Although it is complicated, I hope you shall learn to understand it once you’re older. Days where it seems like everything will go wrong pop out of nowhere once in a while. Your papa and I promise to keep you and your big brother safe. Safe and sound, out of harm’s way. That is what we will always prioritize.

I love you so much, duckie. You and your brother mean the whole world to me.

To step into danger or defend himself against it has been Kakucho’s bread and butter. He didn’t exactly choose this life. It was just how it was for him ever since his parents died and someone admirable took him in when no one else would. No matter how many times he has fallen, Kakucho never failed to stand up again and face the hurdles the universe has in store for him—whether he liked it or not.

As a father and someone who has a family to protect, being a high-ranking member of Bonten had more cons than the perks it had to offer. There were days he mulled over the thought of quitting. But of course, that option was never there, to begin with. To quit was to kill that part of himself, one he has known all his life. Plus, multiple enemies would have his head if he didn’t choose a side. It doesn’t mean he wasn’t growing tired of the numerous endeavors of his enemies trying to have his head on a silver platter. They have grown more creative this time and decided to send a death threat by calling the telephone situated in the living room.

Kakucho thought he was going to burst a vein that night when he took the telephone from Aoki. Thank goodness the boy wasn’t able to speak into it or your husband would be out tonight, ready to find the fuckers. Still, Kakucho was not pleased with what transpired. Soon, the small closet that was filled with old newspapers and knickknacks became the hiding spot of his firearms.

“S-shouldn’t we move?” you asked him one night, unable to sleep due to your feet cramping. Kakucho’s hands may be busy with alleviating your pain, but his mind was racing with countless ideas on what he shall do to the careless idiots who dared to call through that telephone. Kokonoi does have him on speed dial. The sooner Koko and Rindou trace them, the better. He didn’t want you to be worrying like this, especially when a baby was on the way.

“No, don’t get your pretty head all worked up on this, love,” he reassured you with a squeeze to the thigh, offering you his best comforting smile. “Those bastards should’ve known better than to threaten me. They won’t know what I’m capable of until they wake up with their asses in the fuckin’ air.”

MONTH 8: WEEK 29

Sweet little duckie,

A couple more weeks to go and you’ll be here. Everyone is excited that it feels like it’s Christmas day. Your papa finished your room a few days ago. All that’s missing is a bubbly baby girl. Your papa felt you kick multiple times last night yet he couldn’t get used to it. He even said that once you grow up, he’ll have you take judo lessons alongside your big brother. The doctor told me to cut back on sugar. I’ve been craving a lot of things lately that it scares your papa sometimes. However, the doctor did say you’re very healthy so I’ll gladly stir away from sweets to keep it that way.

Looking forward to holding and kissing you, my love.

The movie was over and the credits roll on the screen. Aoki was fast asleep on the sleeping mat laid out on the floor. The bowl of popcorn is empty save for the kernels that failed to pop while in the microwave. The homey atmosphere was too lulling for you or Kakucho to get off the couch and turn the television off. His strong arms were around you, hands caressing your round stomach. Your head rested against the crook of his neck, eyes closed. Saturday nights were usually like this—the whole family in the living room to watch a film you all take turns in choosing. Tonight, it was Kakucho’s turn and of course, he picked a film that was packed with action and adventure. Aoki, despite saying he will finish the movie, ended up falling asleep before the story reached its climax. You, on the other hand, opted to sit on Kakucho’s lap for no reason.

“She’s kicked a lot, huh?” Kakucho couldn’t help but chuckle at his active daughter. Your response was a small groan. It was no joke that your feet hurt, especially now that they were red and swollen. Your baby was getting heavier, a sign that her due date was drawing nearer and nearer. The task of taking care of a baby may be daunting to some, but nothing could make your heart rest easy than the thought of delivering your daughter safely. Stretchmarks, late-night feedings, and healing stitches be damned.

“She’s your daughter alright,” you mumbled in an amused tone. Kakucho’s hand stopped stroking your belly to laugh at the statement. “I won’t be surprised if she turns out to be rowdier than Aoki.”

“Fine by me,” he replied and then gave your head a kiss. “I can take care of rowdy children. Besides, that stage of their life won’t last long. Kids grow too fast these days, you know. Too fast.” After saying that last line, Kakucho patted your tummy. “Might as well enjoy it, love.”

“Are you… being sentimental right now, Kaku?”

MONTH 9: WEEK 38

Our baby duckie,

I love you, my baby. No amount of joy could be put into words in some cases. According to the doctor, you may come out in a few days. I’m not going to lie… I’m a bit afraid. Mothers whom I’ve met at the clinic seem to express the same feeling when asked about giving birth. I promise to be strong, stronger than I’ve ever been, for you. For our family.

All the unconditional love from us, duckie.

“See? I told you, love, you’re stronger than me. She’s so beautiful, as beautiful as you.”

“She is. She has your eyes, Kaku…”

Kakucho shed a tear or two as the nurse handed him his newborn daughter whom she swaddled in pink cloth. Your daughter ceased fussing the second she was in his arms, perhaps knowing it was her papa holding her now. Your lips should be hurting after smiling so much at the precious scene unfolding in front of you, yet there was no pain present. There was only happiness. Kakucho looked so soft as he cradled his daughter, sitting himself down to pull out his phone and call Ran. While waiting for the older Haitani to pick up, you could just picture Aoki at home, bouncing in elation. The image of your son and daughter growing up together made your heart full, especially with your loving husband by your side.

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[manjiroscum]

pregnancy diaries: teddy bear

summary: the journey of motherhood is never easy from the first morning sickness to when the water suddenly breaks. such precious yet arduous nine months deserve to be recorded for memories.

character/s: bonten!sanzu haruchiyo

warnings: f!reader, mature language, pregnant sex, attempts of sexual assault (not by sanzu), light angst, reader gets anxious a lot, pregnancy, mentions of murder, blood, canon typical violence, mentions of past drug use, sanzu keeps weapons in his house, sanzu tries to be a good husband and father, ooc sanzu (?), lots of fluff, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

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wc: 4.9k

note: this entry is dedicated to bby cat @sanzucide 😚💖

MONTH 0: WEEK 2

My dear baby peanut,

A kind old lady I met at a bakery told me to write down my thoughts about you as you grow in my tummy. She said that you might like to read my journey with you one day and I couldn't help but feel happy at the idea of it. No words can describe how excited your father and I are to see you. I was quite surprised when I found out that you’re here—our precious miracle. I swear by the stars that shine that I’ll protect you as fiercely as I can, even if it is against those who I love for you deserve everything good life has to offer. Please, please stay healthy and well inside there. I’ll do anything for it to stay that way.

I love you, my precious starlight.

Strong arms were wrapped around your trembling body. The same arms that you missed sleeping in last night for your husband went missing once you broke the news to him about your pregnancy. Sanzu Haruchiyo was—still is—a very closed-off individual since you met him. Rarely does he indulge you with his troubled thoughts or those scenarios that bother him enough to stay awake during the late hours. You figured, as his wife, he wouldn’t be so shy about sharing his fears with you.

But when it came to special and sensitive matters, like how you wanted a baby and failed multiple times, your beloved husband was sometimes a lost cause. You couldn’t really blame him for it either, having isolated himself from his own family due to his own personal reasons he dare not say aloud. Still, you couldn’t bare the responsibility alone, scared to death that he might leave you with the baby and decide not to be a part of raising it.

Yet, Haruchiyo wasn’t that cruel to do that to you—his love and the only piece of heaven in a land that reeks of death and betrayal. To do so would be akin to dying.

“Please… Don’t cry, baby. I’m sorry,” Sanzu sighed into your hair, eyes closed in exhaustion and sorrow for the stress he has caused you in the last few hours. He knows he should do more than console you through words. Beg or kneel for your forgiveness. “I’m sorry. Sorry I did that… I’m sorry I made you worry, baby. It won’t happen again. I, uh… I got so overwhelmed at the thought of becoming a father and needed fresh air—”

An angel you were. No one else could compare to your bountiful mercy and love. Normally, anyone in your situation would ask him to go. You were content to cry, two of your clenched fists banged against his chest. It never dealt much damage, unlike the tears that streamed down your cheeks as you sobbed. Haruchiyo really messed up this time. “I-Idiot! Idiot Haru! All you had to do was tell me that! Not disappear on me like that… I was so worried sick—”

“I know, baby. I know.” His arms pulled you close once again, embracing your trembling form as try and steady yourself. Your husband couldn’t help but feel anger towards his actions. He should do better—never make you cry like this again. “I’m sorry… I love you, yeah? Do you know that I love you, mhm? Baby stop crying, what will peanut think if he hears you?” At the cute nickname he gave the baby, you blinked back the tears and glanced up at him in surprise.

“Peanut?”

MONTH 1: WEEK 5

Hello, baby peanut,

Your papa is such a sweet man. You might say it is impossible to see or disagree once you’re older, but he truly is. Today, we went to check how you are and we’re so happy you’re making yourself comfortable inside. Whatever you want to eat, I’ll make sure you can taste it, yeah? Even if it is weird. Plus, your uncle Takeomi asked about you when I visited your papa at work. He might seem like an aloof man but he is good. Your papa says he is better than your uncle at everything but I can’t testify to that. What I do know is that your papa is a hard-working man. He tried to assemble your crib today and it was a funny sight. Don’t tell him that though, okay?

I love you, peanut. Keep growing!

“Are you even sure it’s gonna be a boy?”

Rindou’s question stayed hanging in the air due to Haruchiyo not listening to his colleague. The walls were recently painted in the hue of baby blue by your husband, leading the visitor to question why. Tongue stuck in between his lips, your husband was too caught up in reading the steps written on the flimsy paper about assembling the crib you two bought the other day to pay the younger Haitani any attention. Rindou must’ve realized this and sighed, shaking his head before diverting his gaze at you. You merely laughed at his curious stare.

“It might be. Haruchiyo is quite sure, though. Says he can ‘sense’ it.”

The younger Haitani couldn’t stop the strange expression twisting his handsome face at what that implied. “He… can ‘sense’ it? What the fuck does that even mean? And why name your baby after a nut?” Those purple irises threw your husband a suspicious look, slightly tilting his head to the side. “Are you… on drugs again?”

Concentration snapped into two, Haruchiyo glared at Rindou at the accusing tone. “Hey, what the fuck are you talkin’ about? I’ve been clean for two years. My mind is perfectly working.” His finger reached up to pull down his eyelid and stuck out his tongue. “You’re just jealous I can sense that my baby is gonna be a boy. What’s the matter, Rinny? Having a hard time conceiving boys like Ran? Perhaps you should fuckin’ check if your balls are broken or if it runs in the family.”

You ignored the banter occurring in front of you, content at sitting by the side. Whatever his reasons were for being able to tell his child would be a boy, it is still endearing to hear. And somewhere, deep in your heart, you wished Haruchiyo’s intuition would come true. Your hand reached down to caress your belly, mouth parting as you lightly scold Haruchiyo not to antagonize Ran’s brother any further.

MONTH 2: WEEK 7

My lil’ peanut,

I tried to convince your papa the other day to write an entry in this journal for you. He refused because he was afraid he’d mess it up which I don't think will happen. Your papa has been extra careful lately that sometimes I wonder if he is the one carrying you or me. I can’t blame him, though. You are our miracle baby.

Can you hear him humming at night? I don’t know if listening to Mozart will make you smarter and where your papa heard that tidbit from, but I just hope you like the music if you do hear it. It calms my nerves and fears of what has yet to come.

I can’t wait to have you in my arms, darling.

Tonight's dinner was flushed down the drain while you brushed your teeth. Whether it was because of what you ate or how you have been going around the house nonstop to clean the apartment that made you dizzy, your nausea got too much. Haruchiyo’s tall frame was leaning against the bathroom door’s frame, worry etched on his equally tired features after a whole day of running to and fro for another grand scheme of Bonten. You couldn’t help but furrow your brows slightly. As much as you wanted him to stay and be here with you all the time, it would be quite selfish. And yet, the thought of going into labor without him by your side would be an absolute nightmare. The crime organization didn't really have some sort of paternity leave and you were sure your husband would rather shoot himself than ask Mikey for it.

“You okay?”

Nodding at Haruchiyo’s reflection in the mirror, you then shot him a weak smile. “I’m alright. Just… tired of puking.” In hopes of lifting the solemn mood, you poked your tongue out. “I guess little peanut didn’t like the pasta.” You took an empty cup and filled it with water, about to gargle the last bit of your vomit’s aftertaste until you felt arms wrapping around your torso and a warm chest pressed against your back. Your eyes glanced up to meet Haruchiyo’s gaze through the mirror.

“Peanut should learn not to be picky about his food.”

“I was only kidding, Haru,” you whispered, leaning back on him. “The pregnancy is making me nauseous.”

Nuzzling his chin on your shoulder, your husband laughed softly, the puff of air released was ticklish on your neck. “I know, baby. I know. I just don’t like seeing you vomit since you just ate. I’m worried that you’re gonna get sick or something. Do you wanna order something? That favorite cafe of yours is still open at this hour. How about some cupcakes, mhm? Or maybe you wanna get cheesecake?”

At the mention of sweet desserts, your eyes perked up and a smile spread across your lips. “Sure, not gonna say no to cupcakes. Let me finish gargling then we can order, okay?”

MONTH 3: WEEK 9

My dear peanut,

I have to be honest… I’ve been afraid of what kind of world you’ll be growing up in. It is no secret what your papa does and I am fully aware of the possibilities that may happen in the near future. Your papa has been nothing but kind to me. He may have his ups and downs, yet that is part of being human. The people he has to deal with, on the other hand, are not so good…

Still, I swear that I’ll keep you safe. Your papa and I will keep you away from harm's way as best as we could. It may sound pointless, but as long as I live and you cannot defend yourself, I will always protect you.

I love you so much, my sweet peanut.

Iron. The smell of blood wasn’t overpowering yet it somehow invaded and assaulted your nostrils. But the scent akin to rust was not the most overwhelming thing to experience at this very moment. Fists meeting the pervert’s face with a sickening crack and the crimson liquid dripping from the man’s lips were nothing compared to the murderous look painted across your husband’s face. His heart that was hammering earlier out of worry and fear was not beating to the thunderous tune of rage and vengeance. He can’t believe someone really tried to touch his pregnant wife on his own turf, much less a nobody who was only thinking with his dick. All you could do was heave a heavy sigh and continue to look away as the man’s limp body was dragged out of the room.

The new recruit, whatever possessed him to try and touch a Bonten member’s wife, was surely regretting it now—wherever his pathetic soul is. Frankly, neither you nor Sanzu cared.

Haruchiyo never noticed your form shivering until he embraced you, his lips in a grim line while he inhaled your familiar scent he got so used to waking up that it would be torture to never be able to smell it again. Any bastard who tries to harm you and his son should be prepared to receive his undiluted wrath. That man was just an example of what he can do and a glimpse of what he can do more if anyone would be stupid enough to mess with him.

“You’re okay, baby. I’m here. No one will try to fuckin’ touch you again.”

“T-that fucker…”

You supposed you were as insane as him at this point—any mother would probably result to the same way of thinking after going through this. Images of the man burning and wailing in agony filled your mind while you clung to Haruchiyo. The unwanted touching and disgusting words that were thrown at you weren’t the horrifying part of this whole ordeal. Compared to that, the insults he hurled at you the second he saw you were pregnant made you sick. The ride to your husband’s office for a simple desire to eat lunch with Haruchiyo with that creep was a long one that was filled with suffering until those metal doors opened. The heavens definitely answered your prayers when Haruchiyo was waiting for you by the elevator, hoping to welcome you with arms open only to see you trying to push away the sicko. The rest was history.

“H-Haru, it happened so fast and I was so scared—”

“Shh, I got you. He won’t hurt you anymore,” he whispered into your hair. “Remember? I’ll always keep you and peanut safe. Nothing will harm you or the baby, okay? I’m sorry you had to experience that, baby… I’ll cut off those filthy hands and burn them. Would you like to see that, babe?”

MONTH 4: WEEK 15

My darlin’ peanut,

Your papa is ecstatic. I supposed anyone will be once the baby’s gender is revealed but your papa is beyond that. He has been busy buzzing around buying you baby clothes and toys. And yet, when I asked him if he wanted to reveal the gender to his friends… I guess I can’t go into detail about what he actually said to me. However, it goes along the lines of wanting to keep it to himself for now.

The doctor was smiling weakly the entire time we listened to your heartbeat because your papa was glaring at him until the sound of your beating heart echoed around the room. I admit I shed a few tears. Some mothers had the idea of keeping the sonogram pictures of their babies in their wallets for good luck. I’ve asked yours to be printed a lot because I know I’ll be placing them all over the house. You’ve grown quite big, peanut.

I can’t wait to see you soon, love.

Haruchiyo couldn’t stop grinning. Even when he was in the same room as Mikey and the other members of Bonten, he had to hide the curl of his lips with his hand so Ran or Rindou wouldn’t tease him. However, he can’t help it. Soon, his good mood was news to the entire staff in the building. Those who knew him well were aware of your pregnancy and weren’t all that surprised. The people who didn’t, on the other hand, were living in total fear that Bonten’s number two may have lost his mind and could go on a killing spree when provoked.

“Are you gonna tell them tomorrow?” you questioned softly. Upon hearing no reply from your husband, you glanced in the direction of pink and stifled a giggle at the sight. Sanzu Haruchiyo, the fierce second in command of Bonten who has slitted far more throats and is known for being the most ruthless one, was giggling softly at the photo of his baby’s sonogram. To say Haruchiyo was ecstatic over the confirmation that his baby was a boy isn’t enough to be a description.

He’s fucking over the moon.

“Babe?”

“Yeah?” Haruchiyo still couldn’t put down the photo, his eyes clear as day while staring at the black and white photo. He can’t take his eyes off of it. Did he and you really make such a cute baby? Haruchiyo couldn’t believe he was going to be a dad in a few more months. Will the baby look like you? Or him? Your husband’s lips stretched even more at the thought. “What is it?”

Adoring the scene, you turned back to the sizzling meal you were making for two. It will be for three in a couple of months. You couldn’t wait for that day, smiling at what that meant.

“Nothing, babe.”

MONTH 5: WEEK 18

My baby peanut,

Your room is ready and filled to the brim with things you might need. It’s almost as if you’re already here. Your papa said that if you’re not a good boy, he’ll take away all your toys and exchange them for boring posters compelling nutrition posters to encourage you to eat vegetables. He’s very funny.

The other day, we were looking to buy strollers and your very own car seat. I’m too embarrassed to go back to the store after weeping at the sight of those cute items. Your papa merely laughed so I hit him on the back for doing so. Peanut, whenever a lady cries or feels sad, comfort her. Okay?

Love you!

“Are you still mad?” Haruchiyo slightly winced at the cold expression you shot at him, instantly regretting his actions earlier. Silly as it may be, he knew your irritation was amplified due to the hormones and shouldn’t be messed with. You normally would have laughed when he teased you, but today wasn’t like those days. His hand reaching out to you was ignored when you brushed past him in the direction of the bathroom. Scratching his chin, your husband tailed behind you akin to a lost puppy while a stream of apologies ran out of his mouth. To shut the door on his face would be too harsh so you spun to face him before entering, surprising him a bit. To tease your husband, however, was another story.

“Haru, I have to be frank,” you muttered, putting on the best face you can that could be the epitome of disappointment. “I may take this as good fun, but for you to merely laugh at me earlier… it hurt my feelings.” Hands reaching up to cover your eyes that were void of tears, you could tell Haruchiyo was starting to panic. He did vow he will never make you cry again or be the reason for the waterworks. Especially now that you were experiencing mood swings due to the pregnancy. For him to see you start showing signs of weeping had your husband at the tip of his toes, hoping for you to forgive him. The last thing he wanted was to sleep on the cold couch tonight.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would make you feel sad—look, if it makes you feel better, I can buy you anything. Or maybe a massage? Do you want a massage? I’ll massage your feet and back, plus do all the dishes this month. Please—” he paused in his ramble the second the first laugh slipped past your lips. It wasn’t soon before Haruchiyo figured out you were messing with him, crossing his arms across his chest while observing you laugh with your arms around your tummy. He couldn’t believe he fell for your tricks. You didn’t even notice him leaving until you heard the door to your bedroom closed shut.

“Haru? Come on, I was just kiddin’! You were laughing at me earlier and I couldn’t help but tease you. I love you, okay?”

MONTH 6: WEEK 23

Darling peanut,

You are growing bigger and stronger inside that I can’t help but cry. The doctor said I might feel you kicking soon and your papa is looking forward to it. It still amazes me that you’ll be coming out soon and I’ll be meeting you.

I saw a shooting star the other day. Your papa was already snoring on the couch to see it while we were in the middle of watching an old film and I was slightly bored. I wished for you to come out healthy. That is all I want.

Haruchiyo took a clean towel from the nightstand to wipe off the sweat dripping down your forehead, unable to take his eyes off of your belly and the undeniable glow your face had. His free hand even refused to move from its spot on the obvious bump, rubbing on it softly. His cock twitched at the idea of getting you pregnant again, which did not go unnoticed by you since he was still inside your creamed pussy after sex. Gentle and slightly afraid he’ll hurt the baby, your husband has been nothing but the sweetest. Even after marriage, Haruchiyo was still doting. Fears of him leaving you for another woman and giving up on the relationship did haunt you all those years where nothing significant happened. Perhaps it’s human to think that way.

Your husband did not understand why you had such thoughts, kissing every worry away from your face so soothingly as if he didn’t just paint your gummy walls white that it oozed out the moment his flaccid cock slipped out of your pussy with a small pop. He was mesmerized at the lewd sight that his cock was twitching, growing hard once again. You felt it too, groaning at how eager he is. Haruchiyo was sheepish.

“Sorry, I can’t get enough of you, baby.”

“Haru, I’m tired…”

“You sure you’re not up for another round?” he mumbled into your ear, slowly grinding his cock now half-mast against your thigh. “You tend to get needy whenever I’m just about to fall asleep.” When you shook your head, he pouted. “I’m not gonna offer the same thing once we’re finished bathing even if you ask me nicely, pretty.”

Playfully glaring at him, you lightly scoffed. “Really? How sure are you?” Not waiting for a response, you got up and sauntered over to the bathroom while making sure not to hide the way his semen ran down your legs. You gave your entranced husband a glance and cheekily gestured for him to follow you. Damn your depleted energy, teasing him is always a fun challenge. “You’re not opposed to washing my back without touching me down there, right?”

MONTH 7: WEEK 26

My adorable peanut,

I hope you are well. Sometimes I get surprised whenever I feel you kick, especially when I eat. Your papa said it is silly to worry that you might be kicking a lot during meals because you didn’t like the taste of them. I can’t help but wonder about it.

Whenever you kick, your adorable papa comes running to check. He’s like a puppy, but don’t tell him that. He might worry his colleagues will think the same way. I’m just confident in writing it down here ‘cause I know he doesn’t read what I write here. Something about privacy and that this journal should be read by you. He really cares about you, peanut.

We both love you so much, baby.

“Do you think we should babyproof that room?”

Haruchiyo glanced up from polishing his katana, his eyes following your line of gaze to the one room where he kept all his guns and other dangerous things. At your suggestion, your husband couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“Come on, babe. There’s no way an infant could even enter there. I keep it locked at all times, ‘ya know? Besides, once he does grow older, we’ll move to a bigger place. I’d want one with three bathrooms.”

The talks of moving once you had a kid were not strange to this household. Even back then when you were still struggling with conceiving, Haruchiyo was already open to moving out of the apartment once the kid was big enough. There wasn’t anything wrong with the current apartment, but you do wish to have more space for the child and that it was nearby a school. However, there was his job at Bonten to consider. Moving out meant he would be further away from headquarters and that might not suit well with him.

“You sure? I mean, about moving.”

Haruchiyo was back to polishing the blade, nodding at your words. “Yeah, it’s totally fine, babe. We can’t stay in this apartment forever, plus there are better apartments or penthouses out there where peanut can run around freely. If you don’t wanna live in a building, we can always get a house. It’s no big deal.” Hearing no response from you, his attention shifted to your form, and raised a brow. “What? Did… I say something wrong?”

“No, nothing wrong. Do you think peanut is gonna be such an active kid?” The grin on your face never faltered as you listened to Haruchiyo ramble away on how his son would probably be a menace if he had too much sugar.

MONTH 8: WEEK 30

Hi sweet peanut,

You’re definitely not as small as a peanut now, that’s for sure. You’ve grown so much that it is making me a bit emotional. I often hear mothers saying that children grow so fast that if you don’t look hard enough, you’ll never notice it. I’m a bit terrified that I might do something wrong, specifically in raising you. Reading books and watching videos on motherhood sometimes call me down, but experience always varies.

I don’t know about your papa and his fears. All I do know is that he might be sharing the same thoughts as I am. We both have never tried raising a kid before and taking care of someone else’s is a different thing. I just hope the two of us manage to pull it off and be the best parents we can be for you.

I love you so, so much.

Haruchiyo sighed. This was the fifth time this week that you couldn’t stop fussing around. He knew it was because the due date is dawning nearer and nearer as the weeks go by, but he was worried you might burn a hole on the carpet with your pacing. Ever since you started experiencing Braxton Hicks, you couldn’t help but grow anxious. No matter how many times he had consoled you, that these were normal as the doctor said, you can’t help but feel scared. Scared that something will go wrong.

“Baby, please sit down. It’ll be much better for you to just relax, yeah?” he said, reaching up to stop you in your tracks before pulling you down to sit next to him. Thankfully, you complied but the concern for your son was still swirling in your mind. “Hey, look at me, babe. Babe.”

“Y-yeah?” you mumbled, meeting his eyes immediately. The television playing in the background white noise in your march of apprehension that lasted much longer than the previous ones. Your gaze was then blocked by a shock of pink, your husband hugging you. “Haru, what—”

“I hate seeing you like this. Makes me feel fucking weak, to be honest.” Haruchiyo whispered, his hand running soothing circles on your back while the other was on your huge belly. Just as you were about to ask him why when he beat you to it. “I don’t know how to make you feel better. I’m not the pregnant one here, yet I understand why you’re so worried. Still, we should have fate on little peanut, yeah? And you should listen to your doctor. You should be relaxing—no, you should be resting a lot. I’ll do everything now, okay? I’m sure Mikey won’t mind me being absent. Let me do this, okay? Let me take care of you and tell me about your problems. I won’t laugh at you.”

“Haru…” As if his words were some spell, you relaxed into his chest. Eyes shut, you took in deep breaths before nodding. “Alright, yeah… I’m sorry for worrying you. Didn’t mean to make you feel this way…”

“Don’t apologize, baby. We did promise to do this together.”

MONTH 9: WEEK 39

My peanut,

This is your papa. You will probably notice due to the change of font. Your mama wanted me to write something here. I don’t know why but writing something in this journal seems… weird. Don’t get your papa wrong, but I’m used to reading the entries than writing on them. My curiosity gets the better of me so don’t tell your mama I’ve read most of what she wrote her. Ugh, it’s probably pointless ‘cause I’m sure she’ll see this. Anyway, it has been a long journey of keeping you and your mama safe. I won’t trade those days, good or bad, for anything. Your uncle and cousins are looking forward to seeing you, too. Don’t let them intimidate you.

Very excited to see you, little man. Come out soon, but not too soon, okay? Be kind to your mama.

Takeomi left the room, giving you and Haruchiyo privacy after saying hello to your bouncing baby boy now sleeping soundly in his father’s arms. The solemnity of the space lifted the moment Haruchiyo entered the room, sweat evident in his temples at the long hours he waited outside during your delivery. Hearing your muffled screams brought him on edge, wondering what was happening behind closed doors and whether peanut was alright. When the wait was over, he immediately rushed to where you and his son were. Takeomi followed behind with a small smile. It was a miracle his younger brother agreed to see the new addition to the family, although he was suspecting it was because of you.

“He’s so tiny,” your husband whispered, gently rocking the baby. “Look at his cute fucking nose and those cheeks—we should make more babies. I wanna give peanut a sister.” Ignoring the way you let out a sigh and mutter that giving birth wasn’t easy, Haruchiyo continued to coo at the baby. The smile on his face matched yours, happier than the first day you discovered you were having his baby. The teddy bear Takeomi bought as a gift sat on top of the hospital’s bedside cabinet, mirroring the unexplainable joy on both of your faces.

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a little bird told me | bonten x reader

Character/s: All of Bonten

Warnings: f!reader, cursing, sexual themes, pregnant sex, semi-public sex, implied gangbang, implied threesome, exhibitionism, cunnilingus, pregnancy, mentions of murder, reverse harem, breeding, mentions of violence, lots of pet names, and fluff. Minors don't interact.

Synopsis: Final part of "for two". Another bun in the oven is on the way. And the chef? Once again, you were unsure.

✃WC: 4.2k

Spice level: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ out of 5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Bonus | Bonus 2

An unspoken rule it became between the higher-ups of Bonten.

Welcoming your son to the world was one of the happiest—yet was also a slightly miserable—day for the Bonten executives. Not that your son was unwanted. They doted on the little guy—perhaps even too much. Often gifting him things you were sure your son wouldn't be able to use or play with until he was a bit older. Who on earth would give a baby a sports car, right? But his father was extremely adamant.

Koko was never the type to push for things. He always asked you twice and listened to whatever you had to say. But since his son was born, you would be surprised at how much stuff he bought without even consulting you or asking whether it was useful in raising a child. Could you imagine—Kokonoi Hajime—reasoning how a golden baby bottle would be stylish and perfect for his son to have? You were sure his mind has completely lost a few of its screws.

"Haji, isn't this too much?"

Koko would laugh, making silly faces at his son staring intently at him, all bundled up with an expensive cotton cloth. "Too much?" He echoed, gaze not leaving his child for a second. "What do you mean, babe?"

Hand on your hip, you gestured at the multiple boxes all wrapped sitting on the floor where the rest of the unboxed toys are. "I mean, we just bought the kid toys a few days ago. Please tell me those aren't another set of the same ones! He wouldn't even be using them until he's old enough to hold his head up properly."

"Money means nothing when it comes to my baby boy, babe." Koko chuckled, index finger now in his son's palm. The little boy stared at it before bringing it to his mouth, sucking while babbling nonsense.

Yet, you couldn't stop gushing on how much of a hands-on father he was.

Meanwhile, the others, no matter how much they played and took care of your son whenever Koko was unavailable, you would often find them sulking in the corner. You asked Koko about it one day, wondering why most of them were feeling down in the dumps. He was unable to figure out why the others were miserable—but you found out about it one morning while feeding your son.

You now know why the rest of the executives, including Mikey, were sighing like maidens in love with an unemotionally unavailable man.

Attention solely focus on the little one since day one, none of them could compete with a crying baby. Much less a baby who often cried at any time of the day whenever it wanted you. Sanzu was convinced the 'little monster'—as he would lovingly nickname—was out to take their precious minuscule time with you. What was even more crushing was how you refused to have sex for a few weeks. This, they understood, of course.

But those weeks turned into months and they could barely even touch you without getting cockblocked by another cry for milk or diaper change. Mikey, despite how much he tried to convince you to have another baby, was shot down every time with narrowed eyes.

The reasons you stated were valid, of course. How could you think of being pregnant when you were quite busy with a baby? What more, you still had your job as a Bonten executive—one you wouldn't give up on despite having a kid. If you had another one, you might as well split your body into three to accommodate each. This was not the right time or year to have another.

And so, it became an unspoken rule amongst the men to convince you day by day to have another baby. One that was theirs. With the exception of Koko. The silver-haired executive already had to balance his time in taking care of his son and Bonten's funds. There was no way he would want another kid, not at this time when he's already busy enough. Mochi couldn't help but shake his head whenever the topic came up every time during a meeting.

It was either Sanzu or Ran, deliberately trying to entice you each day into carrying their baby. To which you would reply with "next time" or "not now". The recent response you gave them was "perhaps when Takeomi stops smoking".

This frustrated them to no end. There was their comrade, grinning ear to ear each time he showed off the little toy he bought for his son. While they, the unlucky ones, would just sit there and watch with envy greener than grass in their squinted eyes.

"Where's Koko?" Your question hung in the air, shifting your gaze at the three individuals sitting on the living room couch. Ran shrugged while Rindou shook his head, also unaware where the silver-haired man went with your son. It was Takeomi who answered you, stating how Koko brought his son to visit his old friend at the bike shop.

"He probably wants to show off to that childhood friend of his."

"Oh, I see."

"Darling, now that you're alone and your son isn't here to bother us..." Ran stood up, sauntering over to you with a suggestive smile and hooded gaze. "Maybe now is the perfect time to—"

"Before you finish that proposition of yours," Mikey's voice interrupted the lax atmosphere, coming out of nowhere with Sanzu behind him. Ran immediately backed away, narrowing his eyes at a snickering Sanzu. "You have a job to do. Leave [Y/N] alone for now. She's definitely tired due to the baby's non-stop fussing last night."

By the time your beloved son turned a year older, however, you knew it was time. You couldn't keep dancing around a thread forever and neither do they. Murder, gang wars, and money wouldn't keep them entertained forever. And the last thing you want was for them to look someplace else to fulfill their growing needs.

You didn't want to get your hands dirty just yet.

So, when you announced over dinner that night that you were now willing to have another addition to the family, the men practically jumped out of their seats and began asking for you to spend the night with them. And in all the midst of the arguing about who should go first, you sighed and wondered if announcing it to them all in one sitting was the right thing to do.

Fuck, you were quite sure the hotel room beside yours could hear your screams. Tracing back your steps, you couldn't pinpoint where it all started and how you ended up pressed hard on the mattress with Ran pounding you from behind with reckless abandonment. Not that you were complaining, though.

The gun you used to kill the target of the evening lay on the floor with the rest of your garments and Ran's. His pants pooled around his ankles as he railed you with his thick cock. One goal in his mind and it was to give you a baby, preferably a girl. And with how the internet was filled with numerous advice on how to conceive a child quicker, best believe that Ran was going to try them all—starting with the doggy position he read to be one of the best sex positions to do when trying to have a baby.

If his past self were ever to hear him believe on such a thing, perhaps he would have laughed his braids off.

"Baby, you're squeezing me so fucking tight. Take my cock so fucking well!" He rasped, angling his hips and thrust hard that made you roll back your eyes in bliss. The fat tip of his stupidly huge and long cock hitting your G-spot. And while he fucked your brains out, hands gripping the sheets tightly that your nails almost tore a hole into the material, you began to ask yourself why you prohibited them from pounding into your cunt all this time. You missed it, badly.

"R-Ran!" You whined, almost choking on your own spit as you did. "I'm cumming. Baby, I'm cumming! Oh god, so good—make me cum!"

His hands then pulled your upper body up, back pressed closely on his bare chest as he continued to plow into your slick hole. A grin was on his face the entire time, loving how your tits bounced with every thrust that left you almost breathless. How you begged for his cock when you were in the middle of interrogating the target Mikey wanted you two to eliminate. Ran was sure he almost nutted on the spot when you just shot the bastard in the head because you grew impatient, wanting his dick in you now after he said once the mission was done.

Who was he to deny you?

"Cum around my cock like the whore you are." Licking his front teeth at the delicious moans you elicited, he groaned. "Cum, baby. Milk me dry and have my child. You'd want that, won't you? For me to breed and knock you up. Have your belly swollen with another baby—take it, doll. Take it!"

You hummed at the blissful feeling of coming undone in the older Haitani's arms. Cunt dripping with your liquids and Ran's thick semen that he gathered quite carefully to finger it back into you. And when you reached for the mattress, thinking it was over, your eyes went wide when you felt Ran's cock hardening inside of your pussy again.

"Who said we're done, darling? The night is still young for us to head to bed." Palm over your stomach, he whispered with a smile. "We have to double-check and make sure you'll have my baby."

"R-Ran—"

"Rindou would be joining us in a while, too." Pressing a kiss on your shoulder, he inhaled sharply. "So I might as well cum more inside you before he arrives and impregnates you first, right?"

Sanzu was ruthless in the field of battle. Eyes never once displayed the fear of death nor pain. Never did he sweat nor trembled out of fright. He wasn't Bonten's number two for nothing. Agility and power, he was like a living killing machine.

But when you came for the third time that afternoon, milking Takeomi's cock, his azure irises were suddenly filled with terror as he had to wait for his turn. Frightened that Takeomi would knock you up before he does.

Having agreed to share you with his younger brother during his designated day, Takeomi had every right to be the first to taste you and cum in you. Yet, it made Sanzu feel on edge as he sat on the couch, watching and listening to you get fucked on the kitchen counter as he fisted his aching and leaking cock. Timing every thrust with his hand, intently staring at your flustered appearance and tears running down your red cheeks. Throat hoarse from last night's session with the others. You were like a bitch in heat, taking everyone's cock like the good girl you were and hoping one of them could be the next father.

And you enjoyed every moment of it. The warm walls of your cunt tighten as you gaze at Sanzu's leaking cock from where he sat. Drool at the corner of your lips.

"I'm cumming, beautiful." Takeomi groaned into your ear, a bit lightheaded due to the heat. Summer was intense this year, but that didn't stop you from riding the older Akashi's thigh while watching a soap opera on television. Nor did it stop Takeomi from sliding down your shorts while you were making iced lemonade for him.

"So huge..." You sobbed, gripping the edges of the counter as you felt that familiar bubble on your lower abdomen. "I'm cumming too, Omi. I want it—shit—i-inside. Cum inside me, baby."

"No need to ask twice, beautiful."

By the time Takeomi finally shot his semen into you for the last time, tired out, Sanzu was readily up in his feet and took the spot where his brother was seconds ago. Takeomi, before he left to clean himself, asked what you wanted for dinner. With a hum, you figured pizza would be good. Sanzu, licking his lips, eyed the white thick cum dripping out of your pink abused cunt, he beamed almost maniacally.

"My turn, sweetheart." he chuckled, rubbing the pink tip of his pretty cock on the entrance of your soaked hole. "You're going to bear my children, yeah?"

"Haru, fuck—tell me in all honesty." You struggled to form your next words as the scarred man sank his girth into you, splitting your walls deliciously. "I know, shit, that this might not be the right time to ask. B-but curiosity got the best of me." You hissed lowly, toes curling at the slow-paced thrusting.

"Go on, babe," Sanzu whispered, hands gripping your hips as he started to pick up his pace. "Tell me what's occupying that pretty mind of yours before it turns into mush after I'm done with you."

"J-just an observation." You squeaked, jaw lax as you gripped the counter to keep yourself upright. "But did you ever want kids? Before this whole thing happened—fuck, so deep!" Biting back a sob at the hard thrust Sanzu gave, it made you see stars for a moment. Heart hammering in its ribcage, you were sure drool was dripping down at the corner of your lips.

"You're quite keen, baby. Nothing ever slips past you, huh? That's one of the many things I love about you." Sanzu laughed, quelling the groan within his throat at how your cunt was taking him for all he was worth. Your slick and the leftover cum of his brother pooling at the base of his cock. "And to answer your question, yes, I never entertained the thought..." Slowing his thrusting, his scarred lips met your neck and licked the sensitive flesh.  "But the moment I saw you, the little monster in your arms that day, the rest was history, babe. I want you to have my baby. One as beautiful as you."

Pouring out his raw feelings and thoughts while railing you against the kitchen counter was not how he envisioned this afternoon to go. But when he saw the smile growing on your face at his response, Sanzu wouldn't have it any other way.

And to no one's surprise, your pregnancy test came back positive.

After a whole month of making up for lost time, the men were still insatiable. That one night where everyone just felt adventurous continued to plague your mind with vivid images of it. Gangbangs among them weren't new to you, indulging in it once in a while whenever they were in the mood to share—or Mikey was. However, that night was different from the rest of the session. Comparing it to the first one and the latest, they were akin to savage beasts with the goal of breeding you—the best night you ever had.

They were still quite gentle, afraid to hurt you even if you told them there was no reason to hold back. Reminiscing that night was all you could do now that there were restrictions to abide again. But Mikey never listened to the rules—he makes them. And it was up to him whether to follow them or to break them like little thin sticks. Never thinking about the consequences or how his men would feel about it as he licked your bundle of nerves.

Teeth sinking into the pillow, your cheeks were damp with tears as the soft material drowned out your wails. Legs spread far apart, Mikey had one hand gripping each of your ankles as his head was sitting in between. Tongue and teeth trying to pull out another orgasm from you despite how you begged him to stop. The sheets were wet with your own juices and his spit mixed into it. He has been at it since dinner ended and joined you for the night, shooing away those who wanted to stay and guard. Even Koko was pushed out of the penthouse as he tried to argue on how he should take care of his son.

But Mikey's decision was absolute. And for good reason, too.

"M-Mikey!" Moan muffled, your hand reached down and try to pull his head off of your cunt. Exhausted and sweaty, what you wanted now was to cuddle in bed and sleep in his arms. You didn't want to continue this, afraid of screaming and waking your sleeping baby boy in the other room. But Bonten's leader wouldn't budge. No matter how sore his jaw and lips were, he continued to eat you out. Drunk with your taste and of the image of you bearing his child.

"It's mine, isn't it?" At the vibration of his tongue, you almost cummed on the spot. "The baby inside you—am I the father, love? Tell me it's me. I want it to be mine." Squeezing your legs, he dipped his face further into your pussy, inhaling and tasting your sweet nectar. "Cum, love. Cum on my face if the baby is mine. I can't wait for another nine months..."

"M-Mikey—"

"Nine months is too long, love..." he whispered into your pussy, laying his tongue flat on your clit. Ignoring your whines and little sobs for him to make you come undone. "Too long for me to find out whether it's mine. I want a kid, [Y/N]. You'll give me one, right? Pretty girl, let me be the father of your baby."

Stifling a whimper, you pushed back your head further into the wall as you clawed on Kakucho's muscled back. Nails digging into his flesh, earning a hiss from the dark-haired man who was careful not to give into his carnal desire and fuck you another child into you. Three months pregnant and horny as hell, he was the closest victim and one who was easiest to sway. One kiss and a whisper against his ear already had him hot and bothered as he was stammering out reasons as to why having sex with you right now—in a public bathroom—was a bad idea. Not to mention, the others waiting in the baby store for you to return after complaining how you wanted to pee.

Yet, with a small whine from you, begging how you wanted his cock in you now, Kakucho's will immediately cave in along with his rational thoughts.

"Kaku, harder." You sighed, breath fanning his pursed lips. "No one's coming in and, ah, I'm sure the others are patient enough." That was a lie, you and he both knew that. If anything, the rest of the Bonten members were out there forming endless scenarios on what was taking you and Kakucho long to get back from the restroom. "Baby..."

"I-I shouldn't." Kakucho gritted his teeth, fighting off the temptation you whispered to him. "I might hurt you—fuck, I don't want to risk it, baby." He murmured into your hair, wincing at how your walls hugged him tight as he thrust into you carefully. Cock twitching ever so often, close to cumming and stuffing your pussy full.

"T-then don't take long." You groaned, fingers running through his midnight blue strands that elicited a low growl from him. "Just cum in me, Kaku. Do it, please?" You didn't have to plead for a second time as Kakucho came, muffling his moan as his cock shot loads of his thick cum inside you. In the moment of doing so, he could see it—you cuddling a child with his features striking on the baby's face with a mixture of yours. He may not have expressed his need of having an offspring, but after seeing Koko's joy of having a bouncing baby boy, he sure was jealous. Kakucho wanted a family of his own after life ripped it away from his grasps at a tender age.

And he wanted one with you.

Humming at the feeling of it filling you up to the brim, you latched onto his body and grinned. Muttering words of gratitude.

By the time you and Kakucho returned to the shop, Mikey was close to calling for backup in search of you. It may not show on his usually emotionless face, but he was irritated.

"What took you so long?"

"Nothing." You shrugged, paying no heed at Kakucho who avoided his superior's judging stare. "I went to pee, that's all. I also found a cute pair of onesies at this shop we passed by. Can we go there and check afterward?"

"It's a beautiful baby girl!"

Ran held up the newborn baby girl into the air, earning loud protests and complaints on how he shouldn't do that, specifically from Mochi whose face was paler than the hospital sheets. You laid still on the bed, grinning tiredly at the clamorous scene in front of you after eight hours of labor. Your son was crying in Koko's arms, having been awakened by the noise as the men celebrated at the new addition to the family. Mikey sat next to you, smiling softly while still holding your hand.

"Now, the million-dollar question! Who do you think is the father?"

"Me, and I won't take no for an answer this time." Ran was quick to say, now clutching the child close to his chest. Rindou rolled his eyes at his brother's childish antics. "Do you see how beautiful she is? Compared to you all, I'm sure she inherited her good looks from me!"

"I don't think so, Ran." Takeomi chuckled, pointing to the thin strands of hair adorning the baby’s head. "If she's yours, wouldn't she be blond too? I mean, with you and Rindou being natural blonds. Then again, so is Mikey."

"Are you saying she's yours, Takeomi?" Sanzu stepped up, looking quizzically at the newborn. "You're not the only person who has dark hair in this room. Heck, it could be anyone other than the Haitani's!"

"No! She's mine, do you hear me?" The older Haitani faked a sob, muttering to the sleeping baby how she shouldn't listen to them. "I'm her father, end of story! I will fight anyone to death to prove that wrong!"

"Bro, quit yapping like that. You're embarrassing me."

Rolling your eyes, you extended your hand. "Can I have her now, please? She might be hungry." Kakucho, after receiving a sharp glare from Ran the entire time, took the baby from him and brought her to you. Cooing at how little she was, you giggled at how she started to open her mouth. Yet, before you could undo the strings and feed your newborn daughter, Sanzu plopped next to you and batted his eyelash.

"How about me, Mommy? I'm quite hungry too!"

You glared.

"You can have my son's powdered milk. Snort it if you want."

War. You were sure war was about to erupt in the living room as you watched them all gather around Takeomi, who held the envelope containing the DNA results. Sanzu, who was supposed to open it, had cold feet and decided to sit beside Mikey in nervousness. Despite how Rindou made fun of him, the younger Haitani shared the same sentiment. Everyone did.

"I'll cry a river of blood if the kid's not mine." Ran groaned, muttering under his breath how he was going to go on a killing spree if it turned out he wasn't the father. "I had altered my diet and changed it to what those stupid articles stated. All to have a baby girl and if I'm not the father—"

"Quit it, will 'ya?" Rindou nudged him hard on the chest, but it didn't stop his brother from muttering and swearing. Sanzu, who was all rigid next to his boss, was mentally reciting a prayer to all the deities he knew but never believed in until now. Kakucho sat there, waiting normally like the others as Takeomi tore off the upper part and pulled out the test results.

Clearing his throat, the scarred man read silently, finding the name who had a hundred percent match next to the print. Upon finding out who it was, his strong urge to keep an impassive expression fell to the wayside as he smiled fondly. If anything, he was glad at the father—knowing full well he would be overjoyed and deserved a chance at happiness the child could bring into his life.

"Is it you? Why are you smiling like a creep?!" Sanzu almost screamed, pointing an accusatory finger at his older brother who started approaching the baby's father. You watched in silence as he stood in front of Mikey. Takeomi then patted his shoulder, which startled the silver-haired leader.

"It's yours, Mikey. The baby's yours."

Everyone's jaws were agape while you sat there, holding back tears as Mikey's eyes welled up on their own. The paper in his hand, the results in fine print and permanent, was akin to air. He felt like his chest was filled with an emotion he couldn't pinpoint exactly. The next thing he knew, he was hugging you tightly.

Ears deaf to the cheers and mixed emotions bursting in the background. All that ever mattered was you and the little life you both made in your arms.

A second chance—you gave him a second chance to have and protect his family, one he has been trying hard for so long. Shedding blood, sweat, and endless secret tears. And here it was, after so long.

His own family...

And somehow, that was everything he ever dreamed of and what mattered.

The End

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