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seraphdreams · 2 years

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FOREVER. | RAN HAITANI.

ღ SYNOPSIS. you’d do just about anything to please your husband, especially on his birthday.

ღ CONTAINS. fem!reader, husband!ran, bonten!au, praise, slight alcohol mention, love-making, ran being pussydrunk/pussywhipped, slight breeding, daddy kink, pet names of “doll” and “princess”, cockwarming, and some fluff :(. 18+ mdni.

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ღ AUTHOR’S NOTE. THANK YOU @bvnnichuu FOR BETA READING!! where would i be without you? i just wanted to conjure up something cute and simple for my baby daddy’s (belated) birthday🥺 trying to get back into the swing of writing.

listen to the first half of this song, i just think it fits the vibe idk!!

May 26th; Ran’s birthday. You had been preparing for the day for almost a month now, trying to conjure up any piece of information regarding what he wanted as a gift. He's humble—too damn humble. He would always tell you with a smile on his pretty face that he didn’t want anything, that having you is enough. Of course, being as stubborn as you are, you still decided to opt for a present. You wanted him to feel as special as he makes you feel.

It’s currently a few hours past dawn and you’re in nothing but an apron, cooking up a light breakfast for your affectionate husband. You make sure to diligently flip his omelette while keeping an eye on the toaster to ensure that the bread inside doesn’t burn.

“Up early, baby?”

Ran’s raspy morning voice startles you. You assumed he was still sleeping so that you’d be able to wake him up with breakfast in bed. The sounds of sonorous pan-clanging and your sweet humming voice must’ve caused him to awaken. He wraps his lengthy, yet toned, arms around your waist, the feeling of his bare chest creating liminal heat against your bare back.

“Mhm, I wanted to make you some breakfast for your birthday.” You respond, shifting slightly to plate his food. He backs away to place a kiss on your cheek while murmuring “thank you,” into your ear as his eyes scan the ceramic plate filled with food. “All this for me?”

Of course it was, you always treated your husband like he was some sort of heavenless angel, despite his gruesome way of making income. It didn’t matter as long as he treated you amorously, he could do just about anything and you’d still love him.

A soft “mhm” reverberates from your throat as you move to the dining room to set his things down. “I tried not to make too much because we have reservations later tonight and—Oh!” You shuffle quickly to the coffee maker, turning it on and placing a mug under it. “I almost forgot your coffee, Ran. That's what you get for distracting me.” He chuckles at your quiet hmph.

It was so cute how much you doted on him, you were always like that, and it felt good to you to have someone to care for, even when he insists he can do it himself.

You were just what he needed; someone who’d love him despite his hardships and remind him that, at the end of the day, he’s still human.

He sits himself down at the table, watching as you make your way to him with his coffee in your hand, made just how he likes it. “C’mere, doll” He pats his thigh and after you put the mug onto the coaster, you settle yourself on his lap, facing him.

Pretty doe-eyes lock onto his downturned lavender ones. “You’re not gonna eat anything, sweetheart?” He queries, to which you shake your head. “Already ate.”

The hand rested on your waist nestles between your thighs, his nimble fingers carding through your folds while his thumb takes purchase on your clit, slowly circling. “T-thought you were gonna eat?” You rasp, trying not to give into the pleasure just yet. “I am, baby; need t’get you all wet to cockwarm me.” The fingers by your heat quickly make their way under the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down enough so that his rigid length springs free. Every time he’d whip his cock out, you’d get immense butterflies in your stomach at just the sight. He was so long with the perfect thickness and a crown that gleamed mauve, you practically drool at the sight.

You move your hands to his shoulders for leverage as you hover above his cock. He sets both his large hands at your hips and pushes you down, letting out a hiss once the warmth of your taut pussy engulfs him.

The rest of the morning is spent against his chest, hearing his heartbeat as he eats while trying to remain still in his lap. Every so often, he’d bounce your hips up once or twice to tease you, he found palpable joy in watching you get needy for him.

The morning sun dissipates into a brighter, warmer luminescence as the afternoon hits. After breakfast, you both decided to sleep in a bit until it was time to get ready for dinner. As much as Ran hated to admit, he was extremely high maintenance. He’d always been meticulous about his appearance which caused him to take almost as long as you to get dressed. He made sure his earrings matched his cufflinks, his suit was pressed and tailored accordingly and not a hair was out of place. That’s what you loved about him; he always looked like money, and smelled fucking rich.

“Princess,” He calls, fiddling with the fabric around his neck. You were caught up in applying your mascara but through the mirror you could make out his silhouette. “My tie?”

He’s more than capable of doing it himself, he does it plenty of times for work but it was something about the way you’d tie his tie that made his heart swell, you looked so cute all focused.

No time was wasted when you went up to him, taking the fabric from his hands and pulling him down to match your height more accurately. While you loop the tie and tighten it, you find it hard to take your mind off the fact that the man that dawned over you was so very fine — beyond the word attractive, and the scent of his signature Yves Saint Laurent cologne wafting through the air only made you dizzier.

“‘m all done.” You say meekly, dusting your manicured fingers over his broad shoulders to get rid of any impurities. A chaste kiss is pressed to your lips as he mumbles out, “Thank you, baby.”

After 15 minutes of adding the final touches to your looks, it was finally time to get on the road. you had paid his personal chauffeur to make the commute from your Roppongi apartment to a restaurant deep within the heart of Shinjuku, possibly an establishment already owned by Bonten.

Dinner went exceptionally well. You had reserved a private room for the two of you and were treated to all sorts of dishes and expensive wines. It was relieving to finally find a day where Ran wasn’t busy with work or handling other business, it seemed even luckier that that day was also his birthday which made the plans you had set for him play out smoothly.

“Happy Birthday, Ran.” You raise your glass upwards toward him and he clinks his own against yours, a soft, pure smile quirking at his features. “I appreciate it, sweetheart.”

Now at home and in the comfort of your bedroom, you slowly slip off the silk dress that hugged your figure, revealing to Ran who was seated at the edge of the bed, the lilac colored lingerie that seemed suspiciously similar to the set he had once stated he’d love to see you in. A low whistle is sounded from him as he stands up and slowly treads to where you’re located by the vanity. “And just when I thought the night couldn’t get any better. You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you, princess?”

Heat grows within your core as his hands trail up and down your sides while he simultaneously dips in for a kiss, slotting his tongue between your plump and glossy lips. He deepens the kiss and swirls his tongue around yours, good enough to the point where you don’t notice how he hooks his hands under your knees. Pulling you up to carry you, he lays you down on the bed, hovering over your frame.

You’d been concealing your neediness for the whole day and finally, as his fingers hook under the lace of your panties, you could drop the facade. He slides the undergarment down and off your legs before spreading them and situating himself between your thighs, eyes fixed on the gleam of your slick folds.

“So fuckin’ wet for daddy, hm? Needed me that bad?”

You nod desperately, hole clenching around nothing as his breath fans against it. “Mhm, j-just wanna please you, daddy..”

A smirk pulls at his lips before he’s delving his tongue into your core, fucking it in and out of your fluttering hole. His nose nudges at your clit unintentionally and you can’t help but cry out at the pleasure. “Daddy! too good!”

He picks up his pace, replacing the sensation of his tongue with his nimble fingers, plunging two of them inside you and curling them up against your walls. You place your hands in his hair, slightly tugging on the purple strands as he wraps his lips around the nub of your clit, sucking gently.

With every gentle swipe of his tongue and motion of his fingers, it urges you closer until you physically can’t take it, the build up of the coil within you snapping as you cream over his digits. He pulls his lips away, still fingering you through orgasm. “One more, baby. Give daddy one more.”

You comply, nodding your head and allowing him to ebb on another singe of pleasure for you. The overstimulation causes your thighs to twitch and cunt to clamp down around his dexterous fingers that continuously reach deeper inside your walls, bullying that same spot. Ran uses his thumb to circle at your sensitive clit while he gently kisses the expanse of your inner thighs.

“So pretty, baby. All mine.” His whispers are hushed into the plush fat that safeguarded the haven his fingers were stuffed in. “All yours, daddy. No one e-else’s.”

He smiles at that. The fact that no matter what, you’ll always be his. Even if the thoughts you voice are just mindless babbles of pleasure; To hear that you’re only his creates a torrent within him.

It took no time for your orgasm to build up inside you when he consistently praises you over how well you’re doing for him. Docile hymns of “That’s it, baby” and “You can take it” are bounced off the four walls that made up your bedroom. Your mind is too occupied on the sensation that your orgasm hits you unexpectedly, a slew of pitchy moans being let out in its onslaught.

He slowly removes his fingers from your core, popping the digits into his mouth and moaning at the taste of you. “So fuckin’ sweet, doll.” He leans over to place a kiss to your lips where you taste the saccharinity of your own essence.

Briefly, he pulls away to remove the articles of clothing that confined his hard, leaking length. You watch, only growing needier, as his nimble fingers fumbled with loosening his tie, unbuttoning his shirt and doing away with the pesky belt at his hips. From the fervent look in your eyes, he could tell that you were beyond desperate for him.

He flips you over onto your stomach while stroking his rigid length in one hand before lining himself up with your hole. His body is practically flush against yours, safe for him resting his weight onto his forearms on either side of your body. “R-ran..” You wince, feeling his cock stretch you out slowly as he sheathes himself within you.

You’re tight and extremely warm. Ran couldn’t get over how your pussy always seemed to welcome him in the best way, and with the position you’re both in, it’s only that more enjoyable.

Out. In. Steadily, slowly.

The pace he set was intimate, as if he were savoring the feeling of you wrapped around him. Shallow groans and labored breaths are fanned against your ear when he decides to gradually pick up the pace. You grasp at the pillows beneath you in an attempt to ground yourself, brows furrowing and eyes shut from pleasure.

“I love you, baby. Y’mean the world to me.”

His larger hands rest atop yours, fingers intertwining between your own. His groans slowly morph into soft moans as he slurs and babbles into the crook of your neck, drunkenly.

“..Love you so much.”

“You feel so good.”

“Can’t live, fuck, without you.”

“I need you. I need you so bad.”

“Don’t leave me, please.”

Every vocable he spewed sunk into the next and fueled the ecstasy within you. “N-never gonna leave you, daddy. ‘m yours forever.”

Ran liked that word; forever, because forever never existed to him. Nothing in his life was constant until he met you, the person who kept him going, who encouraged him to be a better man. In a way, you were his forever.

His breath hitches and you can tell from the faltering of his hips that he was close, just as you were. One of his hands shifts from yours to in between your legs, rubbing at your clit. “Cum for daddy, baby. Make a mess.”

And you did just that.

There's a visible translucent white ring at the base of his cock when you finally let go, your moans being muffled into the pillow. He follows suit soon after, coating your insides with his seed.

There’s comfortable silence in the time that it takes for him to untangle from your limbs and flip you over into a new position.

It’s his day, and he’ll take advantage of your gratuitousness. Who knows? He might even breed you until your tiny hole can’t take another load. Pretty sweet gift, right?

reblogs are widely appreciated!

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tetsutits · 2 years

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𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 + 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐢𝐍𝐊𝐒

CHARACTERS: kakucho hitto, sanzu haruchiyo, ran haitani, sano manjiro

WARNINGS: fem!reader (female anatomy). bonten timeline. lots of kinks! kaku - creampie, spitting, fingering, reader is called princess, sweet, girl. sanzu - reader cries, spanking. ran - oral (f)receiving. mikey - he's kinda mean lol, uses of slut and baby, hair pulling, creampie. let me know if i missed anything!!

A/N: this has been collecting dust in my drafts for so long so i decided to post it!! i don't think i've seen anyone do this before for tokrev charac. but if it's been done please let me know !!

MINORS/AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI!! |tr masterlist|

KAKUCHO HITTO - breeding, spit kink

kakucho has a HUGE breeding kink. there's just something about stuffing you full with his cum that makes him go absolutely insane over you. just the idea of you all swollen, and round with his child gets his cock growing in his pants. he would go rounds with you all night and the only place he would cum is either (preferably) inside you—or in your mouth. he loves the way your soft, gummy walls will take anything he gives, sucking him in, and he makes sure that every last drop of his cum stays inside you. uncaring if it's messy, or that it's uncomfortable for you—he watches it trickle down to the sides of your thighs, bringing down two long fingers to stuff it right back into you where it belongs. the sight of your swollen cunt taking him all in, girth and length, will have him fucking himself into you till there's nothing to give anymore. if it's not his cum that's he's stuffing inside—it's definitely his spit. either spitting on you for lube, or spitting in your mouth - your tongue lolled out anticipating the thick substance. "keep that in for me, okay, princess?" he says, after he spits right onto your tongue—and of course you do, because you're his sweet, obedient girl.

SANZU HARUCHIYO - dacryphilia, impact play (spanking), slight brat taming

sanzu has always been one to chase power, dominance. he always wants to be in control—he has a sort of satisfaction that comes from seeing people bow down and submit to him, seeing them on their knees crying and begging for his mercy. that doesn't change when it comes to you. he loves the sight of you with wet tears streaming down your face; his own plastered with a smirk as he wipes them away with his thumb, "you think you can take more?" he says, voice dripping with satisfaction, massaging the bruised, red skin of your ass, "or have you learned your lesson?" when you don't reply to him, his large palm comes in contact with your flesh even harder, the sound of skin slapping echo's in the room, causing you to cry out in pain, your skin tingling and burning as a result. his cock strains against his pants, aching to be touched—but you just look so, so pretty like this, so how could he ever think of himself when you're right here, in front of him, letting him have anything he wants from you?

RAN HAITANI - overstimulation, praise kink

ran is definitely vocal during sex, he's always talking to you, letting you know how good you feel—how good you're making him feel. he breathes little praises into your ears as he fucks you deep, grunts and groans at the feeling of your cunt pulsating around him, squeezing every last drop he has to give. sometimes he just can't get enough, he'll fuck you over and over—he hears your cries and your whimpers, but does nothing about it as he continues to push you way past overstimulation, "ahh—fuck, you're doing so fuckin' well for me," he says, completely drunk on the feeling of you around him, pounding mercilessly until you're begging for him to slow down, tears pooling in your lash line because it feels so fucking good. he eats you like a starved man, fucks you like it's the last chance he'll ever get—just the look of complete pleasure on your face is enough to keep him going until it's painful for him, he could just never get tired of you.

SANO MANJIRO - daddy kink, degradation

"you just like being a little slut, huh?" mikey groans in the crook of your neck, his pace unforgiving as he keeps pounding into you, he grips your hair from the back, using it as leverage to pull you back into him, "i-it wasn't like that, manjiro!" you cry out, the pleasure and the pain mixing, you can't deny you enjoy the way he holds power over you, the way he completely has control over everything you do. it also gives him a rush knowing you'd be right there to grant him anything he wishes, "that's not my fuckin' name," he grunts, slamming even harder into you, you almost scream from the pleasure, the force of his hips slapping against yours and when you drop your head down he only pulls you back up again, forcing an arch in your back, "f-fuck! daddy—i'm sorry!" he could never, ever get tired of you calling him that name in bed, giving him the authority he wants. he throws his head in pleasure, trying his best not to cum on the spot as he finally hears you say, "please! give it to me, daddy, n-need your cum!" and the string finally snaps as he fills you up, because how can he say no to his sweet, little baby?

reblogs appreciated !! <3 minors go away >:(

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hakkais-hoe · 2 years

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Bon Appétite, Baby~

Ran hanitanix f!reader

Happy birthday to the lovely beanstork!! We all know he’d love some birthday sex after a long day at work so let’s spoil him ;)

Technically for me this is only and hour late I will be taking no criticism 🥲

Age rating: 18+ mdni, Nsfw

Warnings: food play, AFAB R, penetration, creampie, breeding kink, praise, body worship ig , swearing, oral receiving, squirting, fingering, ran being a slight service dom, Ran is 100% a simp. (Light crack at the end ofc or it wouldn’t be one of my fics)

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“Where’s my pretty baby!? Come give me my birthday kisses!” Rans cocky, loud and unusually excited voice reverberates through the apartment, a grin spreads onto your face yet you stay firmly planted on the bed already knowing that if you move an inch one of his presents will be ruined.

“I’m in the bedroom baby~ Come on in I have a present waiting~” A saccharine purr leaves strawberry stained lips, enticing the eager man easily into the barley open door of your shared room. Amethyst eyes of lust and obsession glaze over once they take in the sight before him.

Your scantily clad form lays spread eagle unbound yet unmoving with whipped cream, and assortment of his favourite berry’s and what looks like little cakes sit covering parts of your naked body, heavenly aromas cloud his senses. Hooded lusty eyes stare into your soul as he begins to remove parts of his suit, never once taking his eyes off you in the process.

“Damn baby, you really know how to ruin all the lovely plans I had for the evening dontcha, doll face?” Ran rasps, a hand cascades through once nearly styled hair as he stares at you arm still raised over his head. A heated flush begins to creep up your skin at his piercing gaze, butterfly’s erupting in your belly when he rips his shirt buttons free and pulls his belt off with a flick of the wrist.

“Well I know how much you wanted a cake, my love… now we don’t have to buy one~” You’ve voice is music to his awaiting ears before he’s walking around the bed to stand next to your dessert covered body. A long familiar finger swipes through the whipped cream sitting atop of one of your perked breast, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake as he pops it in his mouth with a groan.

“Fuck… Not sure I’ll have chance to savour all your lovely work, doll. Might have to just fuck my pretty girl instead, I’ve been waiting all day for this pussy to milk my cock~” Ran purrs down at you, hands coming to cage you against to bed as his lips finally meet yours in a rough eager searing kiss, one that reminds you just why you love him. Ring covered fingers mould around whipped cream covered tits as he deepens the kiss. When he pulls back you dot get a moment to stare into his beautiful eyes, he’s already moving to the bottom of the bed to climb between already spread thighs. Large hands clamp onto your shins as his places them over broad shoulders, leaving scorching kissed up your legs as his goes. He stops to stare at the whipped cream and strawberries that sit atop of your mound perfectly.

“Ya know darlin, this sweet cunt is my favourite dessert, I’d pick it any day over any cake… fuckkk she’s just begging for my tongue, fuckin dripping all over the bed, baby doll.” Ran groans his head lolling to the side to rest on the knee propped on his shoulder. One hand begins from ghost down the back of your thigh, making its way to your soaked pussy slowly, the ghostlike touch over your most sensitive area leaves in seconds, instead four fingers swipe through the cream and berry’s to spread it down over your scorching heat, a squeak of shock from the cold of the cream slips past your parted lips. Rans mischievous eyes lock with yours as he licks his fingers clean then swipes his tongue over his bottom lip.

“Well bon appetite to me, let’s hope I don’t ruin you for the main course~” Ran coos before his mouth is on you like a man starved, licking and sucking until your a moaning mess. Strong hands grip the meat of your hips as his tongue writes his name over your clit again and again until he can feel a pulse start up, before you can come his tongue plunges into your clenching heat, thrusting and lapping at your overflowing juices as you jolt and jerk against his face, wave after wave of climax that he eagerly drinks loud slurps, squelches, moans and groans fill the room.

Desperate to pull another orgasm from you Rans fingers find your pussys pulsing hole, his middle finger glides easily in, long and thin reaching all the right places, he gives a few pumps while his tongue goes back to sucking your clit better than any vibrator. Another finger is thrust into your already clenching heat before you know it, curling and thrusting at just the right angle, bringing you closer and closer to that second orgasm that he wants. The bulge of his clothed erection rubs against the bed to bring him some form of relief before he can fill your pussy.

“Fuck! … Ran! G-gonna- cu-m!… Please- need- need y-your cock!” You wail grasping and pulling at his hair as your thighs tighten around his head, a light nip of his teeth on your clit have you hurdling over the edge, clear liquid squirting into Rans awaiting mouth where he greedily slurps up all you have to give. Ran grins while you convulse below him already moving so he is caging your whole body in and wiping the rest of your release and the remaining whipped cream off his face. A light peck is placed on your patted lips as he smiled adoringly at you.

“You ready to go again doll? I’m dying to pump that pretty pussy full of my seed~” He hums already working his boxers and slacks down far enough for his impressive length to spring free and slap against his abdomen, your eyes follow its movements and stop to admire the pretty pink tip oozing with pearls of precum.

“Baby? Take a picture it’ll last longer” Ran says with a laugh, his teeth nipping at your neck when he cuts your view off. “I think I will when we’re done~” You purr back, gripping at his biceps as he bites and sucks at your neck and collarbones.

“Come on then big guy, fuck me like your promised~ Paint my insides like a good birthday boy…” Your groan has him leaning back so he can watch as he presses the tip of his flushed dick into your still fluttering pussy, his teeth sink into his lip as he pushes forwards, a filthy groan spills from his lips as his head throws back and his hips snap forward, effectively impaling you on his length, your loud pleasure filled scream pierces the air.

Your moans are like fuel being poured onto this flame of desire, they prove to spur his carnal lust further as he bares down on you, hips snapping at a pace you e only ever seen when he’s hate fucking you into oblivion. The sheer size of his cock has you seeing stars even though he’s just begun, the feeling of his tip furiously pounding into your cervix is enough to have your quickly hurtling towards a third climax, the pitch of your cries and flexing of your walls are tell-tale signs to him of your impending orgasm, his hips pound ruthlessly into your abused cunt as his thumb comes to rub rough tight circles in the nub of your clit, your vision blurs and your chest tightens at the sheer force of the orgasm washing over you, clear liquid once again squirts over Rans abdomen and your stomach in gushes.

“Jesus baby! Look at her fucking go! Yes, yes, yessss good girl~ My good girl, got a few more in ya yeh? Still haven’t pumped this pretty pussy full like I promised.” Ran groans down at you, slowing his pace as he grinds down into your soaked entrance a lazy smile on his face when he sees your fucked out expression grinning up at him, drool and tears streaking your face.

“Very sexy ain’t ya doll~” He hums with a light chuckle, strong arms come to cradle you against him as he slowly pounds down into you, rough, hard, deep thrusts slowly pounding in and out of your sensitive cunt, the squelching and slapping of skin mixed with light paints, moans and groans reverberate off dark walls filling the room with the usual sounds of the two of yous love making.

“Mmm… love you… so much.. Ran love you, happy birthday.” You wine out between harsh snaps of his hips, legs locking firmly around his waist. Panting lips find yours in a haze, a long drawn out passion filled kiss awaits you, the heat of the kiss has Ran groaning into it as his hips once again pick up their pace, going from slow and deep to a ruthless animalistic pounding into your tight sensitive cunt.

“Fuck- fuck pretty- gone pump you so- so fucking full of my seed! Gonna take it like the good girl you are!? Fuck yeh… shit, shit.” Rans groans and your moans fill the room as his hips snap impossibly faster into you.

“Yes, yes, yes yessss! P-please give- give it to me! Need your cum so bad!” Your scream and the tightening of your pussy signalling another climax have Ran tipping straight over the edge.

“Fuck fuck take it! Take it take it take it! Shitttt~” Ran whines as load after load of sticking white cum fills your pussy, painting the walls white just like he said he would. The feeling of Rans seed pumping you full and the twitching of his thick shaft are enough to shove you straight into another earth shattering climax as you cream around his cock once again.

You lay intertwined with one another, basking in the afterglow of the best sex you’ve had in weeks. Pants still fill the air along with the musk of sex and berry’s that are now squashes between perspiration covered sticky bodies.

“Fuck… that was amazing doll… best birthday ever… I love you so much.” Ran mutters, kissing your neck lazily from where he’s laid on top of you.

“You deserved it… this isn’t your only present though…” You pant back stroking his hair lovingly.

“…. Wait… how did you do all this and get rid of all the packaging?” Curious eyes stare up at you.

“Uh…. Let’s talk about that another time…” You grumble avoiding his eyes.

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wrixthesley · 2 years

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sandie pls spare a ran-and-his-dress-suit-thought ?

mine is that sometimes he doesn’t wear an undershirt beneath his dress shirt and his torso tattoo is totally visible and it’s a nice visual touch.

short circuiting, malfunctioning, sliding down the wall, crying, screaming akdbjsje

cw: suit kink(is that a thing?), uhm he uses his dress shoe, praise, blow job, bondage(?), dacryphilia

He can’t help being pushy. Can’t help how he feels when you’re greeting him at the door in the little silk sleep shorts and camisole he bought you.

He can see your nipples, can fucking feel how warm your tits are against him when you welcome him home. Fuck, you drive him crazy.

“Missed you today” you say, your fingers are pulling at his tie, the same one you fixed this morning to send him off is coming off. He thinks it’s funny how you’ve got him used to this routine.

He looks forward to the familiar padding of your feet when he comes through the door, lets you pull his tie loose. He doesn’t know how you’ve given him something to look forward to, a path that allows him to wind down after the chaos spilling all over his work life.

He’s thankful for you, kissing the top of your head while you talk about what the cat did and a new bakery that opened down the street.

Your peace is precious to him, he’d be willing to burn the world down if it meant your happiness.

He’d do anything for you.

On hard days you take what he gives you.

Even if it means being on your knees and his tie cuts into the skin of your wrists, he made sure to wear his pink one today, loves how the silk looks against your skin and how he manages to make a pretty bow to keep your hands off him.

He’s watching in awe how you whine for him, your warm breath panting against his thigh when the tip of his dress shoe presses against your clothed cunt.

“Ran” you slur, tongue heavy in your mouth because his gaze hasn’t left you once. It makes you dizzy, his hand squeezing your cheeks together forcing you to look up at him.

“Go on, get yourself off.”

You should be embarrassed by the way you’re rutting against him, you’re sure his shoe will be covered in your slick but fuck does the friction feel good.

You need this, you need him. You’ll take anything he gives you. Even when he cuts you short of your orgasm to free his cock from his dress pants, your mouth watering at how his tip drools precum.

“You want it, baby?”

He knows the answer. You kiss the tip first, licking off the pearl of precum that threatens to spill. You let your jaw relax, eyes rolling into the back of your head when Ran pulls your head down his length.

“Good girl.”

You can feel the slick along your thighs and Ran’s shoe presses against your clit again. You moan around his cock, letting him use your mouth while you slowly rock your hips back and forth against his shoe.

He brings his other leg around the back of your head, caging you in forcing his dick down your throat and watching as you sputter and gag to take him.

Your hands struggle to break free from the tie, only tightening the knot he made.

He loves this part, loves watching your eyes tear up and mascara begin to spill down your cheeks.

“Shh, if you’re good for me maybe I’ll let you cum.”

His smile is sadistic, he’s petting your head and reveling in the way your throat constricts around his cock.

“Oh baby, you’re so good. So good for me, you want it don’t you?”

Of course you do. You’ll always take what he gives you.

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somemydayy · 2 years

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Intoxicating

Summary: After a one night stand, Ran can’t help but fantasize about you. The way your body moved, the way you seemed so delicate, fragile, and absolutely mesmerizing pressed up under him as he made you, his. For after that night, Ran claimed you as his, and he’ll have you one way, or another.

Note: this fic is my personal to set ablaze, literally the worst of my nightmares in terms of writing capabilities. Enjoy the dumpster fire that is this fic cause I can’t write smut for shit.

Warning: smut with lots of mention of ran cuming. I seriously have issues. Seriously don’t read this.

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Ran never experienced this feeling of throbbing in his chest, some call it love, but Ran knew all to well, it’s something else. But he knows you’ll always be his one way, or the other. Yes, you belong together, for a eternity.

He reminds it clearly, like it was yesterday. A weekend night after another one of Boten’s excessively tedious meetings. Ran found himself at a high end establishment, bar no less. Those kind with a top floor, members entry only.

It was there that he met you. A beauty of unimaginable disposition stood before him, rendering him breathless. A cascade of long midnight locks laid against your delicate skin. A red lipstick was cast across your lips. A golden hue adorned your skin, you were a literal goddess. But what caught his attention was the array of tattoos lined up your lower thigh, he caught sight of through the thigh slit on floor length black clad skin tight dress. But what drove him completely insane was the scar that ran up your back side, and stoped right over your left shoulder. Ran had no words he could say to describe you. For you were a mystery in yourself but what did came close was intoxicating. He thought to himself, as he drank up your body like it was the finest liquor on earth.

For Ran was on his third shot of whiskey, and with the adrenaline pumping throughout his body he gained the courage. He approached you with a swift grin spread across his daring lips. And with a gulp of his throat, you looked up at him. Ran actually couldn’t believe the beautiful women standing before him, looking up at him. A pair of midnight black hues, like the deep night sky, and a questioning look stared back at him. You were absolutely stunning at the moment, and Ran couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle.

“Mind if I join you, tonight?”

His words were confident, and full of allure, his innuendo didn’t escape you. And with a sly smirk you looked at his tall and intimidating figure with a once over, before giving a soft grin.

“Sure why not, I would absolutely enjoy your company tonight.” Ran was mesmerized to say the least, as you excepted his invitation. A curve of your body was enough to make him go wild, and he swore if he wanted to, he’ll take you than and there. But alas, he couldn’t let anyone else get a glimpse of you, no he couldn’t stand that. He refused to let anyone else devour you, let alone gaze at what belonged to him.

And so as the night progressed, you leave to attend to other matters, but Ran knew better. Because just as you left you gave him a lingering look, and a shallow smile as you pressed your body against his side, whispering directly into his ear.

“I know you want to take me, I’ve seen the way you look at me. It’ll be my pleasure to oblige your desire for tonight.”

And with that you placed a soft crimson stained kiss against his lower cheek. You slide him a key card. From the way you acted, Ran knew for a fact you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. And who was he to deny you that desire.

“It’ll be my pleasure, but just letting you know I won’t hold back.”

And not long after did Ran make up his mind. After slamming down a couple bills on the bar counter, with a wide smirk, did he gather his coat and make his way towards the nearest exit.

On his way to the elevator did he finally catch sight of the note attached to the key card, with the room number, and a familiar red lipstick mark against the note. Oh did this sent Ran into a frenzy. His smile reached a painful grin as he shook his head at the thought of putting those pretty lips to good use.

And so Ran pressed the elevator button to one of the top floors, as not a few minutes later he was on his way to you. And just as he walked into the hallway he caught sight of your dress ruffle as you turned around the corner.

And Ran couldn’t help, but break out into a run as he chased you down. Just like a predator chasing down their prey.

And just as he caught up to you, he pinned you against your room door. And much to your surprise he ruffled up your dress until his hand was sticking up the loose layers of your dress.

He pressed his fingers to the mound between your legs, and slid them against the now wet fabric between your trembling limbs.

“Huh? Your so wet for me, already? Doll, you should have said something soooner.”

He couldn’t help, but twist out a smirk at your lewd whimpers, drowning out the squishy sounds of him playing with the lips inbetween your legs.

“Handsome, I’m not going anywhere. Why don’t we go inside, or would you’ll rather we do it out here? I wouldn’t mind putting on a good show for everyone, I’ll definitely be more than willing.”

Ran couldn’t help, but growl as he heard you speak such lewd words, spill from your blood stained lips.

Because at your words Ran couldn’t help, but grasp at the back of your head, and crash his lips to your, and bite down as hard as he could. Blood soon followed, and Ran couldn’t help, but buckle up his hips against your clothed middle. Earning a shallow yelp of surprise from your lips.

“Stay still, don’t move your hips.”

Ran spewed out a harsh breath as he placed his knee flush against your thighs, pushing further up.

“You have no idea how much I plan to ruin you. I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll come at the mere sound of my name. Baby, don’t worry Ran Haitani will make a proper women out of you, darling.”

“Ran?”

“What’s wrong baby? You never heard about me? Don’t worry baby, I’ll fuck you so good my name will be the only name or thing you’ll ever need to say from now on.”

“If you want it so bad, you better beg for it.”

At the smirk lingering across your lips Ran completely lost all control, and swiftly pressed the key card against the door. He slammed your body against his own as he pushed his way in. He pulled your hands against your back as he slammed the door shut. And pushed you down against the neatly made bed, but Ran didn’t really care as he crumbled the sheets under you as he ruffled up your dress up above your waist, exposing your satin, cum soaked lingerie.

And just as promised Ran ripped them off just before slipping his now red throbbing tip into your aching hole. He couldn’t help the shallow laugh as he thrusted fully into your drenched pulsing hole.

He thrusted into you, until you were a quivering, and moaning mess under him. But what really set him off was the way your the nape of your neck looked. Pale and flush with a tint of red as you hide your face in your hands.

“Aw your so cute when you blush like that, darling.”

Ran couldn’t help himself he really couldn’t help but admire the dip down your ass as he pounded in and out of your throbbing cunt. He had you a drooling and blabbering mess under him. And he desperately wanted more, more. More of your whines, moans, cries, and screams. He wanted it all, he couldn’t help but rut himself inside you faster as he saw the way your body responded to him. Your boobs moved up as he thrusted into you, your legs tried to stay planted against the flush bed as he slipped the bed sheets from under you, making you fall into the mattress. He immensely enjoyed the reach of his dick as he raised your leg up and thrusted into you deeper than before. He soon bottomed out, and he couldn’t help but throb in ecstasy as you clenched around him.

He pounded into you, until your legs trembled, and you were a literal blabbering mess under him. He immensely enjoyed how you tried to shuffle your moans into the pillows. But Ran wanted to hear you, consume you. He wanted it, all.

“Ran! Ran! Ran!”

So with a flick of his finger, he laid them against your lips. He inserted his fingers into your mouth, and loved the sound of you gag at the force of his thrusts as the movement of his thrusts moved you to clench around his member as you gasped for breath.

With a taunting laugh Ran couldn’t help himself. With a harsh thrust he had you gasping every time, his throbbing member met your pussy. And with a harsh thrust of his hips he came in you. With a taunting smile he had you at his mercy.

“If you want to come, you better beg.”

At the end he caught you up with those words. Cause at the end of the night, it was him who had you at his mercy. At his beck and call. You were his, body and soul. And unknown to you, Ran saw you before. At one of Boten’s associates galas. He searched low and wide, just for you.

And just as he finally had you at his mercy, he gave you a kiss on the lips before he lost control. He had his way with you, up and down and against the window of the high rise hotel room. He made a women out of you, because Ran made you his that very night.

“I’m going to fuck you like you need to be fucked. No quick screw. I want to push you. I want to make sure you can’t control yourself. I want you to scream my name as you come on my dick.”

As he continued to whisper dirty words into your ear, he continued to fuck you at a fast and unwavering pace. But just like that, you reached the point of no return.

You came around his member as Ran made you his for the second time. And he made sure this time would be a success. He’ll be damned if he didn’t have you swollen and heavy with his child by the end of the month.

“Just a little longer, don’t worry darling. I’ll make you mine. I swear.” And like promised, he made you cum around him another time, after another. But this time Ran made sure to stop just before he released his fill in you once again. He pulled your legs down, and moved your body to face him. He couldn’t help the permanent grin that laid across his lips, as he grasped at your legs up to connect your most intimate parts once again. But this time he raised your hips up as he came right into your womb. You’ll be rip with his child, don’t worry darling. He wasn’t going to let you go, ever.

#drabble #image #scenario #tokyorev #Tokyo Revengers #Tokyo Revengers smut #ran haitani #ran smut #ran haitani x reader #ran haitani x reader smut #tokyo rev smut #intoxicating #smut

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effetsecndaires · 3 months

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— 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐫𝐞𝐯 𝐦𝐞𝐧 + 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬.

➺ INCLUDES: wakasa imaushi, haruchiyo sanzu, hanma shuji, shinichiro sano, ran haitani (all of legal age, timeskip or bonten) x fem!reader

➺ CONTENT WARNING | this post contains explicit porn links!! you may need to have a twitter account or change your privacy settings to be able to see them. The women on the videos are white-skinned + please do not interact if you are under 18.

➺ NOTE | tokrev version !! again, the links will probably disappear after a little while but i'll do my best to replace them or find similar ones when that happens!

➟ WAKASA

Wakasa knows your body like the back of his hand, and he knows it. The look on your face along with those sweet, pathetic little sounds you make as he pounds into you tells him everything he needs to know. He's only been fucking you for a couple minutes and you're already moaning, babbling and begging him to go harder, your tits bouncing with each thrust of his hips.

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➟ SANZU

Sanzu could spend hours playing with your pussy before even thinking of touching you with his cock. He’ll have your back pressed flush against his chest, fingers rubbing your clit in fast, frantic circles, his hard cock poking your lower back as he watches you squirm and whimper for more.

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➟ HANMA

Hanma fucking loves your tits. It doesn't matter what size they are, he'll have his hands and mouth on them every time you ride him, sucking a nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it while his free hand gives equal attention to the other breast, pinching and rolling the sensitive bud between his index finger and thumb.

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➟ SHINICHIRO

Shinichiro loves giving more than receiving, and he’s not afraid of letting things get messy. He’ll greedily lap up your pussy while he fingers you, his index, middle and ring fingers buried deep in your cunt as his cum leaks out in thick loads, trickling down his hand as he pumps it out of you.

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➟ RAN

Ran has fucked you on every flat surface in every room of your shared house, but his favorite place to fuck is the bathroom. He’ll have you laid on the counter, one leg lifted and propped against the sink while he fucks you from behind, your moans echoing off the thin, definitely not soundproof walls. (Bonus point if you're in front of a mirror)

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animexts · 8 months

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"Which do you prefer?"

Characters: Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani and Sanzu Haruchiyo.

MASTERLIST | Open Requests!

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Ran Haitani

"Which do you prefer Ran, Staying with your wife or-"

"Staying with my wife" Ran replies before Sanzu finishes his sentence.

"But I didn't even fucking finish the sentence."

"Anything you tell me, nothing will be better than staying with her." Ran says smiling and Sanzu smiles too.

"Perhaps you could lend me your wife for a while so I can see how good it is." Sanzu says and Rindou sighs when he sees Ran getting up and drawing his weapon

"And here we go again." Kakuchu says closing his eyes.

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Rindou Haitani

“Rin, if you had to choose between shooting Y/n or me, which would you choose? Ran asks and Rindou sighs.

"Brother, don't ask that question if you're not ready to hear the answer." Rindou says and Ran stops smiling

"Why wouldn't I be ready to hear your answer, Rindou?" Ran asks and is terrified or sees his brother's silence.

"I can't believe it..." Ran speaks in disappointment.

"Oh please brother, you would do that for your wife too."

"I DON'T...okay maybe I would."

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Sanzu Haruchiyo

"Which do you prefer Sanzu, never being able to do drugs again, or never being able to see Y/n again?" Rindou asks and Sanzu shakes his head.

"Run out of drugs, I can live without that shit, but without my Y/n I can't." Ran and Rindou looked at each other in surprise to see that Sanzu didn't hesitate to answer.

"Really? Rin asks, still incredulous.

"Really," Sanzu smiles.

"Well, I guess I'm the one who needs drugs now," Ran says.

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prncessrindou · 1 month

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you’re all i need. ♱ // repost from wakashawty

♱ CONTENT WARNING . . fem!reader, bonten timeline, smut, unprotected sex, backshots, creampie, shower sex, oral ( m receiving ), marijuana use, use of pet names.

♱ PAIRING . . ran x reader, rindou x reader and sanzu x reader ( separately )

RAN HAITANI. ♱

your pouty lips wobbled as ran’s hips slammed into your ass cheeks. his palm pressing against your spine as you arched your back so perfectly for him. he can’t help but to slow his strokes, lean down and kiss your spine. “so pretty.. fuck.” he mumbles between kisses.

your fist squeeze the sheets for dear life as his cock slowly drags against your spongy walls, your pussy clenching around him so tightly. “ran, you’re s’deep..” you whimpered into the mattress, you swear you can feel him in your throat.

suddenly ran grabs a fistful of your hair, raising you up against his tatted chest and kisses your jaw and neck while he’s giving you the deadliest slowest strokes. “mmph— ran, m’gonna cum! m’cummin!” you sobbed, falling apart completely against him.

it’s not regularly that ran gets to see you like this.. working for the largest organization in the country isn’t for the weak. he’s rarely home and when he is, you’re melting in his hands exactly like you are now. he really needed this, needed you.

“hm, yeah? that’s it..” ran coos, smashing his lips against yours like a sudden wave, “cum on what’s yours, baby.”

RINDOU HAITANI. ♱

you’re a mess, completely spent as rindou has you pinned up against the marble wall of your shared shower. “rinnn— mmh, fuck!” you moaned, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck as his strong arms hold your legs up.

squelching sounds along with the water drops from the shower are heard throughout the bathroom. rindou’s fat cock slides in and out of your sloppy wet pussy as luke warm water hits both of your bodies. your still so sensitive from your previous orgasms, but he just keeps going.. “shiiit— pretty.” rindou grunts in your ear, “yer’ fuckin’ pussy was made for me!” he says as his dick twitches, spraying his warm seed inside of your walls once more.

naked and wet.. fuck, you’re so beautiful like this and it’s all for him. he’d rather come home to see you like this every night because he knows he can bury his sins in you and you’ll accept them wholeheartedly.

you’re an angel sent from above just for him.

HARUCHIYO SANZU. ♱

“haru..” you whisper, stroking his hard length with your hands and giving his blushing tip subtle licks.

sanzu inhaled the smoke of his blunt.. looking at you with half lidded eyes as he lays back on your shared bed, watching your mouth get to work. he blows the smoke through his nostrils, “pretty ass lips, shit..” he mutters, putting the blunt back up against his lips.

your lips curled up into a smile before spitting on his dick and taking him whole. your head goes up and down while you massages his balls. sanzu puts his hand above your head, guiding you. “fuck, that’s it.. you’re taking me so well, babygirl.” he praises, throwing his head back against the headboard.

you released his cock with a pop, spit falling from your mouth and onto his cock, stroking it; giving off squelching sounds. you begin teasing the slit on his tip, you know it’s sensitive so your tongue swirls around it and over it. sanzu buckled his hips up, the sensation of your warm tongue getting too much for him.

“f-fuckk, baby.. shit!” he curses as he busts all on your pretty face. you happily lick it off around your lips with a smile, “you know, i could’ve swallowed it if you would’ve been a little more patient.” you said, your lashes batting up at him as you continue to stroke his dick with your hand.

he honestly doesn’t deserve you.. you’re too good for him, but he doesn’t know what he’d do without you. you are his high.. no marijuana or pills could ever get him as high as you do.

“fuck, babygirl.. you’re just so good to me.” he says as he takes another puff of his blunt.

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tobifuyu · 9 months

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New hair, who dis?

Ran Haitani x f!reader

After years of friendship, Ran is growing and maturing right in front of your eyes but you cannot bring yourself to accept what change brings about.

cw: nsfw, mdni, basically porn with plot, friends to lovers, reader is oblivious, ran is a simp, rindou is so done, masturbation, mirror sex, use of sex toys, hair kink ig, lots of pet names.

wc: 9,7k

a/n: gosh this is way too long I’m so sorry I just have too many ideas and once I start writing I cannot stop myself. many more fics to come, I have a long list of fantasies to satisfy. also, we stan simp ran in this house.

One thing you were not expecting when opening the door of your apartment that evening was for Ran to walk in looking like a completely different person.

You wouldn’t even have recognized him if it weren’t for his purple eyes staring down at you with their ever-present mischievous glint.

Lately, his lanky body has been filling out the new suits he’s wearing in a delicious way, and the time he’s been putting in at the gym, even if reluctantly, is visibly paying off.

You notice he has removed the transparent plaster from the fresh tattoo on his neck, black ink a stark contrast against his pale skin.

There’s something else missing, and the sight is so unsettling that for a moment you think about closing the door on his face.

Who is this man staring back at you? If this is Ran, why are his infamous braids gone?

“Ran, what the fuck?”

“I can explain!” He puts his hands up, gesturing at you to let him come in, and you move out of his way automatically as you take him in from different angles.

The door gets closed behind your back and Ran wraps your wrist in one of his big hands to steer you to your couch in the center of the living room. You’re both silent as you sit down, your eyes fixed on the damage.

“I cut my hair.”

“I can fucking see that!” The smug grin that was stretching his pretty lips slowly fades at the agitation in your voice. The thing is that you don’t understand why you feel so distraught.

It shouldn’t matter, right? It’s not like he went and cut your own hair behind your back. Yeah, he could’ve let you know about such an important decision in his life as he does with pretty much everything else. He could’ve maybe even asked for your opinion. But he didn’t have to.

You and Ran have been friends for years, more than a decade, and you have seen him cut and style his hair multiple times in the past. Just because you are particularly infatuated with the way his two-toned braids swung around while fighting, or how he would twirl them with his baton and long fingers, and how it looked untied, forming a messily shaped halo behind his head while resting on the pillow during one of your many cuddling sessions… doesn’t mean he had to ask for your permission.

It’s not like he knows how much you love to brush his soft locks before twisting them back into the braids that come hunting you on your dream-filled nights. Because you’ve never told him. So it’s not his fault if all these things don’t matter to him.

“You don’t like ‘em?” He coughs to hide the embarrassment he feels after asking such a vulnerable question. Ran has never really cared about what other people think of him, except for maybe Rindou, sometimes. But you’re an exception.

He knows he’s far from ugly and he thought he looked real good with the new haircut. He was excited to match with his little brother once again, and he thought you would also, considering how well you reacted a couple of weeks ago when Rin showed you the light purple color he got done at the saloon.

Maybe, just maybe, you like Rin a bit better? No, he thinks, it can’t be possible. He would’ve noticed something like that.

Then why are you acting so… mad? Or is it hurt he sees painted across your pretty face?

You let out a sigh, “No, it looks good. I overreacted, I’m sorry. I just– I wasn’t expecting you to cut your hair, that’s all.”

He scoffs, as if he doesn’t believe your words, and pulls one of your hands up to his hair. He wants to convince you that not much has changed, and you’ll still get to play with it while watching movies, he thinks it’s soft enough with the treatment he has done, “See, it’s still pretty long, just pushed back. Maybe you can braid it sometimes.”

You laugh at that and Ran smiles at you. You meet his soft gaze before daring another glimpse at his new haircut. It’s styled in such a way that accentuates his sharp facial structure, jawline visible in all its glory.

“You look…” Hot. Fuck. You shake your head, trying to reign yourself in as you stroke the soft hair, “It looks good, more mature. It’s fluffier than I thought, Rannie.”

The more you look at him the more you realize that this new look of his is toying with your already decaying sanity.

Pull yourself together, for fuck’s sake.

Ran lets it go after that, props you to get settled on the couch, and removes his suit jacket before grabbing some drinks and snacks to watch a movie.

An hour in, he lays his head on your chest. It’s routine, he’s always been clingy with you, in private. And you’ve always enjoyed the closeness, no matter how confusing it might be, so you never question him.

Your hands subconsciously bury themselves between his lilac locks. You can hear him let out a deep sigh as you scratch his scalp, relaxing into your hold.

“Looks good, Ran. I like it a lot,” You whisper as if to reassure him, whilst you’re only stopping yourself from confessing that you would like him even if he were bald. Your gentle motions make him fall asleep with his lips curled in a smile.

My sleepy boy, you think.

That night you wake up in a cold sweat. The blond tresses that you constantly dream of softly stroking have been subsided by messy lilac locks. The short length is being gripped by your hands as its owner's head peaks from between your thighs. Unfortunately, it’s not very the first time you dream of Ran in such a compromising position. But the matching lavender gaze staring at you with purpose is now fresh in your memory, and makes his haircut seem even more attractive, the perfect length to shove him back against your heat.

Your cheeks redden as you try to shake the feeling away, you get rid of the covers and turn on your side ready for sleep to take over once again, but his new and improved look keeps hunting you at every toss and turn.

You reach into your bedside table for the only thing that can bring you peace of mind: your trusty vibrator. It’s a small bullet one, but it does its job just fine when you press it against your clit to release the pent-up stress of the day. You think nothing of it when the face that appears behind your closed eyelids as you come is that of your bestfriend.

The next couple of weeks, it doesn’t escape Ran the fact that you’re looking at him a little weird. At first, he thinks you might still be trying to get used to his new look. It was definitely a drastic change, and for you who have known him for such a long time, to be faced with it without him even giving you any heads up must’ve been weird. So he hopes that the gift he has planned to give you, will be enough to make it up to his bestfriend, to show how much he cares about your friendship and your opinions, even if he didn’t ask for it this time.

Then he starts panicking because you stop picking up his phone calls. You don’t make plans to hang out with him anymore, just shoot a text from time to time to let him know that you’re okay but busy. He’d like to believe you, but you’ve always made time for him before. You’re avoiding him.

He doesn’t know that you cannot bring yourself to face him anymore. You had managed to suppress the feelings you harbor for him for years, but seeing him in another light, with his childish braids replaced by a more mature and undoubtedly attractive look, has been the hardest challenge for you.

You feel ashamed by the number of times his face has been appearing in your mind at the most inconvenient times. You feel too dirty to look him in the eyes and pretend like you don’t dream of them at night.

Ran has reached a level of desperation where he has to involve his brother before he loses his cool over something that, he thinks rationally, shouldn’t even bother him that much. The two of you are just friends, you don’t owe him your time.

Luckily, you pick up Rindou’s call on his first try, you haven’t heard from him in a while, so it only makes sense that you do, might be something important. What if something has happened to Ran?

Rin doesn’t want anything to do with this mess, but he can’t bear to stress over the safety of his brother anymore as he comes to their meetings looking tired and miserable as hell. Bonten is just starting out, and they’re dealing with some heavy shit now, his brother needs to fucking focus.

So he invites you over for some drinks. Explains how it’s just a small get-together they’re throwing to celebrate a new deal, only some of the guys will attend. And when you ask about Ran, he rolls his eyes but replies that his brother is not gonna be there. Which is a lie, a big fat lie that is gonna turn into a headache for him soon enough. He knows that already.

You show up just because you’ve been holed up in your apartment for the past week. Work has been… well, work. And your friend group is pretty much the same as Ran’s, so you couldn’t risk him getting word of you being out and about after you’ve turned down all his invitations. You’re joining tonight because Ran hasn’t tried to contact you in a few days, and Rin has promised his brother is gonna be held back at work. Getting a few drinks with your old friends is the perfect way to destress.

You don’t make it that far, though, because the moment you walk in Ran is already there. Mingling about and walking like he owns the place, which he does. You turn to Rindou, who’s conveniently opened the door for you and is now planning to make a run for it, and you look at him as if you’re ready to tear his head off. He must’ve known what’s going on, there’s no other way for him to be so sneaky about this. He sends an apologetic look your way before scrambling away to Sanzu, who’s waiting for him in the dark of the corridor leading to the rooms.

Ran stutters over to you the moment his eyes lay on your fidgeting figure. He’s wearing a pair of dress pants and a shirt that look like they’ve been tailored to fit his lanky body in such a way that makes it hard for you to breathe. His short hair is parted and gelled back, a few pieces falling off the hairstyle and resting effortlessly on his forehead.

“Hey pretty, you’ve made it.”

“Looks like it,” you shrug your shoulders, looking around awkwardly as he ushers you into the middle of the living room. You should’ve known the brothers would’ve stuck together. Fuck you, Rindou.

“D’you want something to drink?” He sits beside you, and the scene reminds you so much of when he last came over to your apartment, except this time you’re surrounded by a handful of people. Gotta make sure you’re on your best behavior, so you turn down the drink.

“C’mon, work has been stealing you from me for weeks now, y’need to let go a little.” He can sense you’re tense, and maybe alcohol isn’t the best choice in this situation, but he doesn’t know how else to let you at least look at him. He feels a pang in his chest. Why won’t you even look at him?

“I’m okay, thanks.” You’re acting so cold and distant. He’s starting to wonder if all of this really has happened over him simply cutting his hair, or if there’s something deeper beneath it. Did you feel betrayed by him not telling you?

“I think I’m just gonna go home, I’m pretty beat actually,” you start to say, and Ran doesn’t want to force you, but he doesn’t want you to go either. “Please, just some more time to catch up. Rin wanted to see you as well,” as he says this he looks around the room and curses his brother for leaving with Sanzu.

Ran’s ass gets saved by Kakucho tapping on your shoulder before he wraps an arm around both of them as you turn to greet him. You’re smiling again, just how Ran likes to see you, but the pit of his stomach is burning with something akin to jealousy.

He’s relieved that Kakucho stopped you from upping and leaving, but he doesn’t like how you get up and join him at the counter to get him another round. Seems like you’re not drinking still, means you don’t plan on sticking around.

Ran is bummed out, he stops staring at you and Kakucho after some others join in on the conversation. He doesn’t want you to mingle with these people too much (most of them have something to do with Bonten, after all), but he’s the one who strategized all of this in the first place, so he lets you enjoy yourself. He’d rather stop pushing you before he makes it worse.

In the meantime, you’re watching a pouting Ran sit on the couch from the corner of your eye. Kakucho snickers as he notices, and you swat him away when he suggests you go sit back down with “your Ran”.

“He’s been a mess these past few weeks, I think he misses you. A lot,” Kakucho has never been anything but kind and truthful to you, that’s why you enjoy his presence so much. He’s a breath of fresh air around the much violence this friend group has experienced growing up. He’s one of those who has suffered the most but he always has a nice word to spare. Such a pure heart, his.

Your eyes wander back to where your heart is, but what you see makes your face turn into a grimace. A pretty girl you’ve known for a while, someone’s girlfriend you recall, has sat down in your spot and is now talking to Ran. They seem to be sharing a laugh as she reaches over to stroke Ran’s hair out of his face, before gesturing at it as if complimenting the new hairstyle.

The interaction is short-lived and friendly, you know her for being nothing but nice, but you feel like shit now.

You don’t like the feeling of jealousy, especially when it’s not even excused. You just don’t like when people touch Ran’s hair, and you do even less now that it has become such a touchy subject for you. He let her, that’s the problem.

“Yeah, I bet he missed me alright,” you mumble bitterly as you excuse yourself from Kakucho.

It doesn’t take you long to stand in front of Ran and stare down at him with cold eyes, “‘m leaving. Have a goodnight,” You direct the last bit to the girl, hoping she doesn’t think you’re remotely even mad at her. Then, you leave the apartment in such a rush that you don’t hear Ran calling for you. You feel like you’re underwater and the first real breath of air you take is back at your flat.

All you had time to do, before hearing the furious knocks banging on your door, is take off your makeup and wear your pajamas. Maybe, just maybe, if they had started shaking the wood just ten minutes later, you would’ve been sleeping already and not giving enough fucks to get up from your bed.

You open the door, no need to check from the peephole as you already know who it could be at this ludicrous hour.

“We need to talk.”

“No, we don’t, I have work early in the morning,” you try arguing as you go to close the door. He blocks it with his shoe, pushing it open with his right hand as he stares at you with a look he usually reserves for Rindou when he gets pissed off about something important. It’s completely different from the one he has while fighting, he’s not being snarky or overconfident, he looks serious and undeniably mad.

“You’ve been avoiding me. For weeks. ‘Cause I cut my fucking hair.” He slams the door as he steps inside the apartment and you jump from the sudden sound, walking towards you as you slowly back away and fidget with your raised hands. You’re not scared of him, you know he’d never do anything to hurt you. You’re just scared of the confrontation that is about to go down, the fact that you’re gonna have to tell the truth, for once and for all, cause you can’t possibly hold it from him anymore. And just like that, you’re gonna lose Ran.

Ran takes in your panicked state and slows down to approach you carefully, his face softens and he clasps your hands in his bigger ones. With the grip he has on them, he drags you closer to his body. The two of you are standing in the center of the room as silence overtakes it. You can feel his stare burning your skin but you keep your own cast down.

“You know I’d never hurt you, right?” His thumbs are stroking your skin in a calming pattern, “I don’t know what I’ve done, but I never meant to hurt you. I’m sorry.”

You don’t understand what he’s talking about. The one apologizing here should be you! “You did nothing wrong, Ra–“

“Please look at me,” you cast him a glance from under your lashes, but the way he’s staring back is so intimidating that you can’t help but feel your face heat up and you have to divert your eyes elsewhere, “You can’t even look at me.”

“Ran, I swear this has nothing to do with you cutting off your piss-colored hair.”

He knows you well enough not to get offended, your self-defensive mechanism has always been that of getting mean.

Two fingers find their way to your chin to grip it and raise it enough so that your eyes meet once again. You can’t escape him this time.

“Tell me how to fix it, how to fix us.”

His voice is almost a whisper, he sounds so distraught, blaming himself for your stupidity. You can’t take it anymore. You love Ran, the last thing you want is for him to be hurting.

“I’m not mad at you Ran, I’m mad at myself,” His purple eyes widen with surprise, but he remains silent as he lets you explain yourself, “This is gonna sound, real bad but… I couldn’t bring myself to face you these past few weeks. Cause I had a wet dream about you. After you cut your hair…” You’re not telling the whole truth as of yet – there have been multiple dreams – but you need to test the waters first.

“Oh,” Well fuck, you’ve said it now. “Oh, wow.” His hands drop his hold on one of yours and fall from your chin, for a moment you think he’s gonna step back and run away far from you, but then you feel his touch on your waist, moving you even closer than before.

His lips settle on your forehead, stamping a kiss on the skin while you feel his mouth vibrate against it as he shakes with laughter.

This is Ran we’re talking about, ‘course he’s not gonna run away, he’s gonna embarrass you to the ground. In a week's time, everyone in your friend group will probably know about this. Not only is your friendship officially ruined, but you’ll never get to step outside of your flat without feeling like a walking joke ever again, “Are you laughing at me?”

“You got embarrassed?” He places another smooch over the same spot, “So what if I made you wet in a dream? It was my haircut, wasn’t it?”

Ran giggles. The motherfucker thinks he’s funny.

“Is that why you reacted that way back at my place? You got mad someone else was gripping my hair?” His mocking voice makes you flush red, but you know better than to give in to his teasing.

“She barely touched you, please. Like I give a damn,” You roll your eyes, finally getting the courage to stare at his smirking face as you fall back into your comfortable routine of making fun of each other. “I can always grip it myself and show you the difference,” You bark back, watching how the side of his curved lips slightly twitches.

“Go at it, babygirl.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Gosh, you seem to be pretty mad still,” he’s pouting, and you swear you wanna bite his lips so badly right now.

Get a fucking grip, oh my goodness. You haven’t even told him the worst part yet. He doesn’t know you’ve masturbated to him. He doesn��t know you like him way more than a simple friend should.

“Should I find some way to make it up to you?” His words snap you back to reality, but he’s been observing you, lavender hues taking in your scrunched-up face as you think hard over something that is still concealed from him. He wants to kiss your cute cheeks, wants to hear you giggle. You’re his precious girl, he feels this visceral need to let you know just how much he cares.

Ran’s mouth presses against the apple of your cheeks once, twice, trice. He’s leaving kisses all over the bare skin, switching from one side to the other, kissing the top of your nose endearingly.

One of the hands he has gripping your waist slides to the center of your back, over the sleep shirt you’re wearing, trying to stop you from running away from his kiss attack – as if you would – and to keep you comfortably pressed against his embrace.

He can feel you melt against his body. Rosy lips parted to take in deep breaths. Your eyelids are now closed and he doesn’t waste time kissing over them as well. He can feel your skin heating up against his mouth, feverish-like, but he can’t stop himself from dragging his lips lower to peck at your jawline.

The kisses he’s giving you are all kinds of kisses, from short and sweet pecks to loud and cute smooches, to more sensual and wet ones, especially when he reaches the skin of your neck. At this point, you can’t help but raise your hands to his hair and grip the short length of it just like you promised to show him. He lets out what sounds like a moan in the croak of your neck, but you think you must’ve imagined it as you can’t really hear much over the sound of your beating heart, the blood furiously pumping in your ears.

You know you’re enjoying this way too much, and for a moment you start to feel dirty again. He’s showering you with love because you’re his best friend, and your head is turning something so pure into nasty thoughts.

It’s not the first time he has smothered your face in kisses, maybe not to this extent, but you guys haven’t seen each other in weeks, so it only makes sense why he’s reacting to your closeness in such a way.

That’s until he sucks on the soft spot behind your ear and takes the lobe between his teeth to pull the skin. The way his name comes out from your mouth, breathless and whiny, makes him weak in the knees.

He’s gonna turn all your wet dreams into reality. You just need to say the word and he’s gonna give you what you deserve and more.

His nose is now bumping against yours, mouth pressing between the space above your cupid’s bow, the corner of your mouth, the bottom of it. Your lips graze each other every time he moves along. At this point, he has kissed every inch of your face except for the mouth. You know that would be taking it a step too far. The already thin lines of friendship between the two of you would blur to a point of no return.

At least on your part; you know Ran doesn’t shy away from human touch as you do, so it might not carry the same weight for him, you’re nearly sure of it.

You can’t possibly know how wrong you are, because as you’re thinking that, Ran is holding himself back from closing the space between you.

He has been dying to kiss you for years, since the first time you offered to braid his hair for him.

“What did you dream of?” he whispers, gruff voice scratching a part of your brain that you didn’t think existed as his hot breath washes over you, only inches away.

“Uhm, I… I don’t really remember.”

“You’re not a good liar, princess,” his mouth moves closer to your ear, trailing on the soft skin on his way there, as one of his hands grasps the fat of your left thigh and hooks it over his hipbone. “What was I doing that made you wet? Did you touch yourself because of me? Tell me.”

You know that if you could see yourself from the outside right now you’d laugh at how red your face probably is, but there’s nothing to laugh about how firm Ran’s voice is when giving orders. It might’ve sounded like he was teasing you before, but he’s being completely serious now. And you’d never dare disobey Ran when he gets like this.

“I- You were eating me out,” you gulp, your throat lets you heave the words out with difficulty. “It was either that or… some other nights, you’d do more.”

So it’s multiple dreams, different nights. Ran’s grip on you tightens, “Did you touch yourself?” He repeats the question, eyes dark and attentive, as if he’s dying to know. As if he can’t picture it in his head without you guiding him through it. Fuck it, you think.

“I did, used my vibrator-“You can’t even finish your sentence because Ran is grasping your other leg and lifting you up in the air. You circle his neck with your arms and hold on tight in fear of him dropping you, but his strength makes it seem like he’s barely breaking a sweat.

“Fuck, can I kiss you? I’m dying to taste you.”

It takes you some time to elaborate on his desperate plea, but once you do, you consent enthusiastically, “Yeah? Yes!“

The moment your lips meet, it’s like nothing else matters in the world. Ran is kissing you, his lips are moving over yours with expertise. He starts slow and deepens it to the point you have to push him away slightly to regain your breath.

Sometime during the kisses that come after, Ran has you up against the wall. He runs the tip of his tongue over the seam of your mouth, but you don’t open it straight away to pay him back for all his usual teasing. That’s until he presses his hips against yours, and you feel his hardness rubbing on you.

“Oh my god, fuck, Ran.” He takes your surprise as an opportunity to tangle his tongue with yours. You moan in his mouth, and he groans back, parting just enough to let you know what he needs, “I want you so bad, pretty girl.”

You buck into him as if asking for more and bite his lip before letting it go, watching as it falls back into place.

Ran laughs at that, starting a trail of kisses from your puffy lips all the way to your exposed collarbones. He knows you’re not wearing a bra, you don’t sleep in them. The first thing he noticed when he stepped foot inside your apartment tonight is how your nipples were perked up against the cotton of the shirt. He also knows the only thing covering your bottom is a pair of panties. Keeping this in mind, he sends you a look while reaching for the hem of your sleep shirt, as if asking for permission.

You nod and he frees you of it, chunking it somewhere behind his frame. He’s holding you up with his hips alone, navel pressed tightly against yours. That’s so fucking hot.

His hands make a b-line to your breasts, squeezing them to get a feel, and the motion is as pleasurable to you as it is for him, making his cock jump in his pants. You can feel his length twitching and it’s driving you crazy.

“Please-“ Your voice breaks the moment Ran puts you back down, you struggle to keep yourself on your feet and watch as he bends to bite at one of your nipples.

“Oh my god, yes,” he’s twisting the other with his fingers, and regretfully leaves them behind as he moves in a downward path over your body. He’s so close to your heat that he can smell your arousal, and when he casts his eyes toward your mound, he sees the wet patch staining your panties.

“Is this because of me?” a slap on your covered cunt follows his question. He knows already, you’ve made it clear, but he wants to hear you say it.

“Yes, yeah, Ran, baby. It’s all because of you.”

He thinks you must be already pretty out of it, because you’re not usually this straightforward when it comes to sex, in front of him at least. He heard how dirty you can get when talking about it with other friends, so he’s happy he’s found the key to open you up to him, literally.

It’s after your nth confirmation that Ran decides to grasp the side of your cotton panties and slowly drag them down your quivering legs. Both of you still can’t believe this is happening. You’re about to satisfy his every craving, and he’ll make sure to do the same for you.

Ran is on his knees, staring up at your body as if it’s a piece of art that has moved something inside of him. His admiring gaze is pushing all of your shyness and insecurities to leave you. His making you feel comfortable while being so exposed and vulnerable is exactly why you fell in love with him in the first place.

The weight of a peck being stamped on the inner skin of your thigh is what you feel before your body starts being covered in kisses. He’s raising to his full height while doing so, and the last one he gives you is on your forehead, just like the first of the night.

“I need you, Ran.”

Everything is still around the two of you, in the silence of the night you can hear the deep breath he takes. You lean forward to kiss the tattoo peeking from the collar of his dress shirt.

The hanafuda is a bright reminder of the life he has selfishly involved you in, and for a second he rethinks his next move, but you quickly realize he’s getting into his head and raise on your tippy toes to kiss his pink lips.

“Take me to bed, Ran. Don’t make me beg.”

You’ve told him multiple times that you can take care of yourself, and you know that where you can’t on your own he’s gonna be there to save you. You believe him, and he has to do the same when you tell him that he’s not gonna get rid of you that easily.

“You’re gonna beg either way,” he promises with a sneaky smile as he grabs your ass in his hands, making you straddle his hips as he carries you to your bedroom.

More kisses are being shared between the two of you during the short way, and he can barely tear himself from you as he lays you on your mattress.

You think he’s reaching into your bedside table for condoms but what he finds is even better: your pink vibrator. He looks at it as if he’s discovered gold. When he orders you to take it and use it on yourself, you realize he wants to watch. He wants to recreate what you’ve so cutely told him you’ve been doing for the past few weeks while thinking about him. Ran wants to see for himself.

He stands at the foot of the bed while you tease your entrance with the bullet vibrator, collecting your wetness to make it glide more easily over your clit. You keep your legs spread to give him a show, watching as he pays you back by removing piece by piece of clothing.

His full-body tattoo reveals itself to your greedy eyes. You’ve seen it multiple times, but have never gotten to take it in all together.

You’re panting, reaching your slit with one of your fingers as your opening clenches around nothing under his lust-filled gaze. “Hold it,” his deep voice tells you, and you follow his instruction, regretfully so.

“Keep it spread fo’ me.” You spread yourself open with two fingers, bucking up to chase the sensation of your vibrator. “Fuck, such a good girl fo’ me. Doing anything I tell her.” He grasps his hardness over the cloth of the boxers, the grey fabric sticking to his skin and forming a wet patch where his precome is leaking.

He strokes himself a couple of times before removing the last piece of clothing on his body, finally letting you see the place where his tattoo connects, but most importantly his cock.

It’s so pretty, lengthy, and a girth that would scare you if it weren’t for how long you’ve been dreaming of this moment. It bobs between his legs as he crawls over the bed to you and the pink on its head is glistening, you wish you could clean it up with your tongue right now.

You think he must also have an oral fixation because the moment he reaches you and settles between your open legs he chunks the vibrator to the side of the bed to cover your wetness with his mouth.

Curious tongue running over the mess you made, the sounds he’s making giving away how much he’s enjoying getting a taste.

“Can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this. You taste like heaven, princess.” He’s raising as he mutters the words. He takes one look at your withering figure from above, before letting a glob of spit fall on your cunt.

Ran bends and goes right back in, the muscles on his shoulders moving along as his hands come up to hold your thighs open before you can crush his head, you can already feel the bruises from the tight grip forming on the skin.

It’s like the wet dreams that have been plaguing your mind ever since he cut his hair have finally turned into reality. His shorts locks are peeking from between your thighs and you’re gripping them for dear life as he feasts on you, mouth sucking around your clit and lilac eyes peeking from below your mound with a stare so intense that you can feel your legs trembling from that alone.

When his fingers join in the fun you feel yourself getting closer, he’s moving them in a come hither motion and hitting your spot just right. He’s not building up momentum or taking his time in opening you up, that’s how desperate he is. Two of them are fucking into you quickly and with precision, while his dexterous tongue flicks your bundle of nerves.

“Ran, fuck, you look so good between my legs,” You can feel him smirking against you, the boost of ego you know he needs to get him right where you want him.

“I’m gonna cum, plea– please, don’t stop.” The problem is that Ran doesn’t exactly like being told what to do, and he’s being greedy now. He has waited too long to have you, he can’t possibly wait anymore.

He stops his movements, triggering a cry on your part. You nearly kick him with one of your feet but he’s fast enough to move to the edge of the bed, sitting in front of the full-length mirror that covers your wardrobe and conveniently faces the mattress.

You stare at him, spread legs and hard length resting on his lower abdomen as he settles reclined on the palm of his hands. “Come sit on my cock.”

You’re facing his back, laying down on the bed still, and from your position you get to admire the tattoo on his back, and how his muscles flex beneath the skin every time he moves. His body is as sinful as it can be, he drips sex and makes you want to mold yourself to him and never let go. It has always scared you, this pull he has on you, but now he’s the one inviting you over. It’s not the time to shy away.

He’s watching you from the reflection in the mirror as you get up. Your naked body is to him like a tall glass of water after weeks without drinking, he feels like he would die right here, right now, if you were to walk away without letting him have a sip.

Even his wet dreams – yes, you’re not the only one fantasizing about your best friend – don’t compare to the sight of you standing in front of his spread legs looking down at him.

“Uh nah, turn around pretty,” he prompts when he sees you’re about to straddle his lap. He enjoys the sight of you doing whatever he tells you to without even having to touch your body, and he stores that information inside a little drawer in his head for later.

You finally sit down, sliding against his hot skin until you’re resting only half of your weight on his thighs. His cock is now sandwiched between your bodies, and he groans when your asscheeks rub against it while you are wiggling onto him purposely.

“I said sit on my cock, I want you on top of it.”

You’re about to fuck your best friend, it doesn’t seem real. Should the two of you even be doing this? This will change everything forever, there would be no going back from it.

You know that once he’s gonna slide inside you you won’t be able to look at any other man ever again. You barely do now, anyway.

Your right hand goes under you to grasp his length, the angle is uncomfortable but you make it work enough to give him a few pumps. His girth feels hot in your hold, and you bring it to your opening to tease yourself with his wet tip.

“Fuck baby, don’t tease me.” The reflection in the mirror shows his tensed body in all his glory, and you get a glimpse of his hands buried in the sheets, he’s gripping the fabric so tight you think blood might’ve stopped flowing.

Ran is trying not to buck up into you, he’s giving you time to adjust to his size, and you realize how needed it is when you finally lower yourself on it.

You’re watching the scene unfold in the mirror, how his cock is slowly sinking inside of you. The stretch leaves you with a burning feeling and when you nearly reach his base you realize how full you are. All your bumps and ridges are being deliciously stroked by his skin.

Your lips fall open in a pant and Ran is groaning right by your ear as he straightens his posture and bends slightly over your body. “I’ve been dreaming of this for years,” he confesses while his hands grasp the fat of your thighs, spreading you to him as he loops your legs over his, keeping them open just like that with his knees.

He can’t believe his eyes when he gets to fully glimpse how far he’s stretching your cunt with his cock. All the patience in the world wouldn’t help him hold back anymore.

He bucks up into you, having you take his cock down to the base. You let out a shriek at how big he feels inside, and after that, he starts moving. Being on top made you, at first, feel like you could be in control, but it seems like the orders he was barking at you weren’t the only thing he was planning on doing on his part.

Ran starts pounding into you from below, strong thighs helping him in bucking up. You’re being split open on his cock and he’s enjoying the show. The sound of skin slapping against skin is so sinful, but your eyes are now closed in pleasure as you’re reduced to nothing but a moaning mess. His thrusts are so powerful that it takes you very little time to lose your mind.

He’s calling for you, you can hear his deep voice and feel his hot breath on your ear after you slumped against his bigger body, resting your leaned-back head on the crook of his neck. “Mhmh, open your eyes, pretty girl,” like the good girl you are, you do as said, even if you’re struggling to keep them open when his thrusts don’t let up, but instead seem to be getting deeper every time you do something he asks of you right.

He grabs your chin with his thumb and pointer, redirecting your line of sight towards the mirror, where you can see his heavy balls slap over your glistening skin from below. “Look at how much you’re dripping, that’s how I slid in so quickly.” You whimper at that, Ran always had a way with words that could get to you even when nothing of sorts was being said, always the teasing one, but now that he’s running his mouth with all these dirty thoughts you can’t help but be even more affected than usual.

“You take my cock like a pro, mh. You like it, don’t you, my pretty little slut? Oh, I just know you’re loving this. Bet your little vibrator couldn’t make you feel this good.”

He’s pressing down on your belly, making the pressure on your navel feel ten times more intense, and all you can focus on is how he’s spreading you open. “It’s so big Ran- Ah,” he thinks your words are gonna get to his head. He has to keep a solid grip on you not to melt at your praise, “Fuck Ran, please, please baby.”

“What is it that you want, use your words.”

“I wanna come, pleasee, I need it so bad,” He loves how polite you are, asking for it with a please. He’d give it to you no matter what, but he appreciates how much you’re trying for him. He knows you can get a little hot-headed, or maybe he just found that one field where you finally succumb and let others take care of you.

Ran reaches over to the forgotten toy and switches it back on before placing it over your neglected and pulsating clit. He never had anything against sex toys, he doesn’t see the harm in using them to bring more pleasure to his partners. He knows you could come from his cock alone, but he needs to feel you gushing around him right about now, before he loses it. He wants to see you dripping to the ground before he fills you up to the brim.

You grasp a handful of his hair and pull it without shame as he fucks you with abandon while rubbing your clit with the vibrating toy. He has to hold your thigh open with one of his big hands because you keep clenching your muscles, and he needs to watch as you come undone.

“Fuuck,” you’re cursing loudly, without a care for your poor neighbors who must be going crazy with the loud noises at such a late hour.

Ran is hitting all the right places, he’s prodding and searching all over your body like he needs to study it, to learn it, and knowing him and how attentive he is, you’re sure that the next time it will take him half of the time to get you there. Or maybe he’ll use his knowledge to drag it out like the teasing little shit he is.

But who said anything about a next time? You’re not even sure as to why the two of you have fallen into bed together, but what you know with certainty is that you’re perception of Ran has shifted the moment he cut his hair.

It might be crazy, ruining a years-long friendship over something so trivial, but it’s like your best friend Ran was the one with the braids, and the one you’re sitting on top of, who’s kissing your neck and whispering sweet praises in your ear, who’s bulkier and more charming and wears purple striped suits, is someone else entirely, but someone that you love all the same.

You’ll always cherish your braided Ran as your friend, but this older version of him will not be able to live inside your mind while battling your feelings as you’ve always done.

The man in the mirror looks at you with lust, but under all of that is the shade of his unchanging lavender hues, the ones who have been staring at you with unnamed affection for years. Maybe it’s time to let go of that uncertainty and fall into him once and for all.

“Ran, I’m gonna come.” He’s so good at reading your body already that he doesn’t stop, he just forgoes the vibrator opting to massage your clit with his thumb, spreading you open with two fingers, while his other hand reaches your boobs. He knows how sensitive they are, he remembers you telling him once, and that’s why he has avoided touching them until now.

His fingers alternate pinching and pulling at the erected nipples, and his hand grasps the entirety of your left beast to pull you down as you try to fight his thrusting and press you onto him.

He noses at your cheek, inviting you to meet him for a kiss. It’s a deep one, with tongues entangling and teeth bumping against each other, he has to rein you in as you’re panting and mumbling.

You don’t have the strength to speak anymore, but Ran knows the exact moment you dangle and trip over the edge because you squeeze him so tight he lets out a string of curses.

He feels you gushing around him, the squelch of wetness becoming even more loud making his cheeks tint red. He’s never been shy when it comes to sex, but the way he’s fucking you now it’s so nasty that he can’t believe how you’re letting him. His sweet girl.

Now that you’ve come on his cock, he slows down his hips to avoid overstimulating you, and he helps you regain your breathing as he kisses your cheek, “You’re doing so good, sweetheart. Mh- Fuck,” Your cunt is squeezing him so hard, coherent thoughts are slowly leaving his mind in favor of you. Nothing else matters now but you.

Ran has to gather all of his remaining strength to slip from you and lay you down on your white sheets. Big eyes are looking up at him as he just hung the moon and the stars, and from his position, he gets to watch your face contort in pleasure as he slides right back inside your wet heat.

“Ran-“ “I know, baby.” Your nails are raking down his chest, red marks showing up on the untattooed side of his body. Your neck is straining as you press the back of your head into the pillow, and he eyes the still unblemished skin before placing his lips on your pulse point, sucking and biting as he goes.

His thrusts are slow but deep, you can feel the heat building up in the pit of your belly all over again. You buck up against him, watching as he lets out moan after moan, getting closer to his end. He sounds so fucking good.

He wants to drag this out, scared of what might come after the both of you come down from your highs, so he pins down the side of your hips with one hand, resting on his hunches as he grasps both of your wrists in the other and raises them over your head.

He’s circling his hips now, rubbing his navel against your clit and relishing in all the pretty noises you’re letting out.

“Pretty girl- can you come fo’ me one more time? You’ve been s’good to me, gimme another. Just one- one more,” Ran’s voice is strangled, he’s trying to hide how much the pulsing of your cunt is affecting him, with very little success. His balls are strained and heavy with cum, he wants you to come around him as paints your walls in white.

You’re moving to break free from his grip but his strength doesn’t let you, so you try begging for him, “Rannn, more! Please, need more, I’m so close- Wanna cum.” You’re whining, sweat running down your body, he looks at how your skin is glistening and wants to lick you up.

Ran has never been able to tell you no, so he moves the hand that was holding you down to your neck, thumb resting over your pulse as he squeezes enough to make you feel it. His hips resume his thrusting with a purpose.

“Cream on my cock, ‘m gonna fill you up, angel,” and you do just that, on command. Ran thinks you ruined every other woman for him, right there and there. It’s like you were fucking made for him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, babygirl.”

He’s right behind you, mouth parting as he groans and repeats your name like a fucking prayer. You’re arching your back, your chests are pressed together and Ran swears he can hear the sound of your heartbeat as he fills you up with cum.

With scrunched-up eyebrows and eyelids fighting to stay open, his purple eyes are taking you in. Your legs are locked behind his back and his hips keep pressing against yours as he slowly drags out your highs, cum dripping down his thighs as he tries to fuck it back into you.

“Fuck, I feel so full,” you manage to let out in surprise after regaining your breath. Ran lets go of you the moment his mind is clearer, and when you feel him slip out from within you, for a moment you’re scared he’s gonna get dressed and leave you laying there.

But Ran just parts your legs before you can close them in shyness, and takes one good look at the mess you’ve both made before diving in. He’s happy he’s gotten to fuck you raw, so now he gets to taste how good you are together.

You’re still so sensitive that when his tongue makes contact with your folds, you tremble. He takes his time in eating it out of you, loud smacks and wet noises can be heard as he does, along with his hums of approval, “Mhh, taste so fucking good, baby. Wanna try?”

You furiously nod at that, dragging him away from your heat before he gets in his head that he needs to make you come again; you don’t think you’d be able to do that now, the overstimulation from those simple touches already taking you to the verge of crying for him.

Ran finally kisses you again, tongue slipping past your lips to make do with his promise, and you moan in appreciation at the taste of you combined. Everything he does is just so fucking hot.

He doesn’t stop once you do, and risks stripping you of your breath completely, but you’re not any better. The last thing you want now is for him to not kiss you anymore, so you grip his infamous hair once again, scratching his scalp with your nails as you’ve always liked doing to get a reaction out of him.

Ran shakes in your hold, he has to pull away or he’s gonna fuck you all over. He can feel himself getting hard against your thigh, so he decides to leave your embrace. He’s aware of the elephant in the room, and his maturity is screaming at him to talk things out before he can fall right back into it.

“Ran… please, don’t leave,” he glances back at you because of the way your voice breaks while muttering that sentence. His heart clenches when he sees your lash line glisten with unshed tears, so his hands find their way to your pretty face to hold it as he stands close to the edge of the bed, bending over you. He kisses the tip of your nose, then takes your mouth in a chaste kiss.

“‘M not going anywhere, my love. Just need to take care of my pretty girl. Give me one minute and I’ll be right back, okay?”

A simple “‘mkay,” leaves your lips in a mumble, and Ran helps remove the sheet from under your spent body to cover you with it before leaving the room.

It takes you a few seconds to elaborate on everything. Aside from what happened in the past hour, you’re now fixating on the names he just called you. My love. My pretty girl.

His? You definitely are, you just didn’t think he knew.

Once he steps back in the room, you notice he’s cleaned himself up and wore his discarded boxers. You take him in while he walks closer, silently appreciating his physique as you’re used to doing. But this time you get to recognize the bruises and red marks littering his body as something you’ve done yourself.

As promised, he’s carrying a wet towel and a bottle of water, and he carefully cleans you up with the former.

After making sure you’re hydrated, he settles by your side under the sheets and drapes his arms around your waist as both of you lay on your respective sides, facing one another.

“I was planning on giving you a gift, after the party was over, y’know? But you just had to run away,” he lets out a big sigh, as if thinking back to your fight makes him drained all over again.

“What is it?” You ask, as curious as always. He loves this side of you. He loves you, actually.

“I gave Rin one of my braids after I cut them off. I was thinking about giving you the other one,” your eyes widen, and the movement of your fingers running over his collarbone stops as you ponder over his words. “I know how much you like them, so did I. Want my two favorite people to keep them safe for me.”

Your heart has never beaten this fast, you think it might start overheating and set your whole body on fire. You bat your eyelashes, willing the tears away as you hook your hands under his face, gently stroking his jaw.

“Thank you,” is the last thing you whisper before closing the distance, repaying him with another short but sweet kiss.

When you separate, you lean your forehead against his and he softly calls your name. In the closeness of your embrace, you meet his lavender haze, “I love you.”

The only thing that follows his sentence is silence. You think you must’ve fallen asleep, this has to be another one of your dreams, one of those sweet ones you used to have when Ran still had his braids and the two of you were younger.

Ran could easily take your stillness as an answer. He could fall victim to his hidden insecurities and make you think he meant it in a platonic way to somewhat try and save what remains of your friendship. But he knows that no matter what your response to his confession might be, he wouldn’t take it back for the world. There’s simply no getting over you.

“Don’t misunderstand,” He knows how much you overthink, that’s why he should’ve said this before. “I’m in love with you, always have been.”

You think your heart must’ve stopped completely now.

“Ran…” “Sh, I know, it’s okay.” He feels the need to comfort you straight away, to let you know that not sharing his feelings is okay. He’s always gonna be there for you, no matter what. “God, Ran, I love you so much.”

The lips that suddenly find his, again and again, are not the only thing taking his breath away. Both of you cannot believe how stupid you are, how you’ve been in love this whole time while thinking the other could never see you that way. His hands are all over your heated skin, caressing down your back as you hold him closer.

“Want you to be mine, baby.”

“‘m yours Ran,” his kisses are spreading everywhere he can reach, he’s getting drunk on you once again. Bitten lips part to let out panting breaths, and you notice soon enough how the newfound confessions are affecting not only yours truly.

Heady eyes and tinted cheeks present themselves to you. You think the marron of his natural blush and the shade of purple staining his pale skin look a lot like the color of the hair that started this all. You love it already, just like you love him.

And Ran lets you happily grip onto it as he takes you again and again, that night. No more wet dreams that leave you running away from him, he’s gonna make sure to fill your nights with something that’ll make you want him even closer, every day, from now on.

Right before falling asleep, as dawn leaves space for daylight behind your closed curtains, you take one last look at your sleepy Ran.

You comb back his messy hair to uncover his pretty face, softly kissing his forehead before falling into a dreamless sleep. There’s no need for dreaming anymore, you have everything you want and need right here in your arms.

Might have to send his hairstylist a bottle of wine as thanks, though.

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seraphdreams · 2 years

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BIG BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND | RAN HAITANI.

ღ SYNOPSIS. choosing between your big brother and his best friend could be hard. but ran’s there to help you decide.

ღ CONTAINS. fem!reader, reader is a bimbo, smut, stepcest-ish, ran is lowkey a little player, recording, dumbification, creampies, condescension, draken is overbearing, 18+ mdni.

ღ WORD COUNT. 2203

ღ LINKS. masterlist. part two. part one.

PART THREE: INDEPENDANT DECISIONS.

the door’s knob jostled once more, followed by a firm knock and draken’s deep voice on the other side.

“open the door. now.”

much to your surprise and mere fortune, the door was locked, giving you ample time to wipe off the remnants of cum running down your leg with one of the blankets that decorate your bed.

ran gets up, cueing his signature close-eyed sneer onto his features while twisting his fingers around the lock of the handle. there wasn’t much you could do besides let the chaos ensue in your very own pretty pink bedroom. of course, your big brother would be upset with you for sneaking a boy into your room, especially if you let that boy touch you in ways that he—as your brother, couldn’t. the fact that it was ran haitani just made matters deplorable, and you knew you’d rather be anywhere else than in the middle of their short-sighted catfight.

ken opens the door as soon as he feels it unfasten from the opposing side, his dark grey eyes meeting with the violet hue of his unsuspecting best friend’s. “ken, it’s been a while hasn’t it?” ran says, voice coated with thick condescension as he watches the way draken’s eyes narrow with vexation almost as pure as you were. you could feel how morbid his glare was even with you sitting a few feet away.

“where’s my sister?” draken asks, purposefully ignoring ran’s attempt at catching up. ran opens the door wide enough for your brother to see the way you’re perched messily on your bed with tear stains adorning your cheeks. his glance is quick, like a silent informant of his disappointment in you. he looks back to ran who’s also looking at your fucked out frame.

“i want you out.”

ran’s head snaps back to draken, a slight smirk on his features as he leans against the side of the doorway.

“what? and cut the pillow talk short?” he teases.

draken clicks his tongue in chagrin with his former best friend. his heart hurts at the thought that you betrayed him, especially when he put his trust in you to not mess with the haitanis. what happened to his sweet little sister, the one that was so infatuated with him since the day you both met?

months ago, when your father had divorced your birth mother, you wasted no time falling into a relationship with draken’s. your new brother’s height and overall appearance was enough to have you stunned and anxious to build a familial bond, not to mention his history of gangs and fights despite his steady job at the local bike shop.

“i’m not here to play with you. you either leave or i make you.” draken spits sharply to which ran scoffs and rolls his eyes, opening the door wider to take his leave. what you didn’t know was that seconds before he left, he stealthily slipped his number into your phone.

“call me when you need me.”

his departure was just as furtive as his entrance but you wish he had stayed a little longer, anything so that you weren’t left alone with your overbearing big brother.

“ken, ‘m sorry.” you plead, looking down at your sheets to avoid his shameful glare. you really hated when he was upset because he was never the type to outwardly show his disgust in a particular situation, he’d rather just let his silence do the speaking and right about now, his silence was more than enounced.

he ignores your words, instead scanning your body up and down one last time before closing your door and heading back to his room.

all you could think about as you tried to fall asleep was how stupid you were, how you couldn’t have obeyed your brother, and it landed you in the spot you never wanted. sure, ran was a jewel to you but he could never compare to the genuine love your brother gave you, how he’d dote on you every chance he could and how he looked after you and made sure you were protected, just as a big brother should. yet and still, there had to be some reason why he was as attached to you as he had been.

did he love you more than a big brother should?

the few following days were spent with you either knocking on draken’s door, trying to get at least a vocable out of him, or showing up to his job where he’d ignore you on a more public scale and brush off any of your pleas to talk with him about the ran fiasco. days became weeks and weeks became months until there was a pretty noticeable rift in your relationship with your brother—and his best friend.

you’re fed up, you have every right to be and moping over someone who’s clearly not trying to indulge in conversation with you is futile. so what does any smart, desperate girl do? pick up the phone and call the man that you shouldn’t speak to no matter what.

“hey ran..” you murmur through the phone after dialing his number. there’s an ordeal of silence before a more huskier voice answers. “ran’s in the shower,”

rindou.

you didn’t expect for his own brother to answer the call and it left you slightly embarrassed. your relationship with rindou was nothing like how yours was with ran. rindou wasn’t too interested in playing with girls. hell, he had plenty at his disposal so why would he need to add onto the list? yet he was a good “friend” and that’s all that truly mattered.

“is it something i can tell him?” he asks, sounding nonchalant but rather uninterested. with a hard gulp and deep breath, you respond. “tell him to pick me up tonight.”

the words were sweet in rindou’s ear, if only you could see the way he was smirking. of course, rindou knew about you, how could he not when you’re the only thing that ran talks about; from how stunning you are to all the positions he wants to put you in—and has put you in, rindou knows more than he lets on. if his brother wasn’t so greedy, he’d want his shot with you too.

“got it.”

after a tap to the end call button, you’re left feeling more confident. who is ken ryuguuji to stop you from having fun with whoever you want, wherever you want. you’re a big girl now, there’s no need for permission from him.

while you wait, you put on your most revealing outfit, something you wouldn’t dare leave the house in but it’s a nice embellishment to your closet. you slip on the strappy silk dress, the hem stopping slightly above mid thigh and fabric so taut around your body, it was hard to miss the curves that it swathed.

you tread down the stairs to get to the front door, waiting on the car that’ll pick you up and take you on your way

—and there it was.

bright white headlights peeked their way through the window and you stealthily slipped out the front door and tread on your louboutin heels to the passengers seat of ran’s vehicle.

he opens the door for you from the inside and you settle in, a soft huff as you turn to him. he looks to you, an inquisitive smirk on his face. “so what made you wanna hang around me all the sudden?” you felt like rolling your eyes at his query. the only thing that pushed you to your current situation was your lust for being independent, more so, codependent.

“i just missed you, that’s all” you respond, shifting under his gaze as his eyes trail down your body then back up. “missed me? or missed my dick?” he leans in a little closer to your frame, resting his large hand on your bare thigh and gliding it in up and down motions.

“i-i missed both.. can we go now?”

with his car parked, it’ll be easy for draken to head downstairs and confirm the sounds of the vehicle’s engine, and if that happens it’d only land you in more hot water with your brother.

“oh we can go, but i need something from you first.” ran says, his fingers ghosting higher and higher up your thigh until you’re subconsciously spreading your legs for him like a trained whore. “yeah? and what’s that?”

his lips on yours and tongue slipping into your mouth was the only answer you needed. the way he kissed you was fervent, heated and unlike any other time he’d kiss you. his fingers pushing your panties to the side and dipping into your needy hole caused you to moan into his mouth, which he drinks up, loving how quickly you submit to him. you’re too dumb. the digits work at a steady pace to curl inside you and coax your orgasm while his kisses travel from your lips to your neck. he’s got you right where he wants you.

you grind your hips down onto his fingers, rubbing your clit against his palm to help edge your release. “feels s-so good, ran.” you rasp out, thighs trembling from the feeling of your impending orgasm. you tighten around his fingers, holding a feeble hand to his wrist to slow down his increasing pace. “cum for me, baby. you love me, don’t you? cum for who you love.”

without question, you’re whimpering, coating his fingers and palms in your essence. you’re too dazed to even process the weight of his words but all you know is that it feels too good to stop now. he helps you ride out your high before pulling away from you and patting his thigh, his other hand working on freeing his visible hard-on from his sweats. “come’re, princess.”

you diligently hop over the middle compartment to straddle his waist. “y’look so fucking good, made me hard instantly.” he breathlessly whispers. his hands move up to bunch your dress up around your hips and he places you down onto his leaking hard cock. you sink down, his fat length stretching you so full, you swear he got bigger since last time. “that’s it, there’s my girl.”

he pulls his phone out, going straight to the camera application and turning the flash on to record. “ride me, baby. you can do it.” he angles the camera to where your bodies connect, one hand on your waist to keep you steady. ran is many things, and crazy is just about it. you want to tell him off for thinking he can document this for his own pleasure but your head is too clouded with the feeling of him inside you as you begin to bounce steadily.

“ran.. d-don’t record.” you whine out, now picking up your pace as his cock continuously hits your sweet spot. it’s intoxicating. “baby, it’s for my eyes only. i’d never let anyone else see you like this,” he groans, now holding the camera towards your fucked out face, eyes squeezed shut from the pleasure and the brightness of the flash. he plants his feet, bucking his hips up into yours, purposely angling himself right up against the most sensitive part of your walls.

it’s terrible how fast you feel yourself getting close, embarrassing even. he just makes you feel too good, and it’s evident when you’re practically crying from how good he’s jackhammering into you. you can’t even match his pace when he’s fucking you like that. “you’re my stupid fucking girl, right?” he says, looking at you through the camera. words barely form at the tip of your tongue and he urges you with one particularly hard thrust. “right?”

you nod your head mindlessly, struggling to keep your eyes open. “‘m your stupid girl! all yours! n-no one else’s!”

a sinister smile creeps onto his lips. “not even ken’s?” you feel your core begin to tighten up and his words only make it worse. “not ken’s! just yours! ran’s girl!”

after a few more thrusts and some friction to your clit, you’re coming undone on his cock, fluttering around his length. he follows suit soon after, groaning and filing you up with his seed, making it a priority to record how it drips out of you and back onto his cock. he rubs at your abdomen, cooing at you.

“ran’s girl.”

he presses the button on his recording, secretively sending it to draken and setting the phone back down. steadily and with ran’s help, you resume your previous position in the passenger seat. he tucks himself in before switching the gears and backing out of the driveway and heading off. “come live with me.” he says bluntly and you’re whipped back into reality. “live with you?” you respond, shocked at his choice of words.

“obviously your brother isn’t doing you any good since you’re just a cockhungry slut with no home training, and who knows how bad you’ll get if you can’t have me.” his voice is honeyed and soft, sounding like nothing but sweet, genuine concern as he continues his sentence. “plus i have a few friends i’d like you to meet.” you look to him with confusion,

“friends?”

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bontens-new-executive · 1 year

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First kiss

"Wait, really? You haven't had your first kiss yet?"

With a quick pull on your wrist, he had you sitting on his lap. His free hand immediately holding your cheek. "Let me teach you, pretty", he whispered before connecting your lips in a slow and teasing manner. Whispering instructions here and there while sometimes chuckling at you frustration.

Fair enough, he made it quite hard for you. Always pulling away when it was going well, teasingly hovering his lips over yours, barely touching to make you chase his lips. "Only because you're inexperienced doesn't mean imma make it easy for you, sweets, you gotta earn it."

But after some minutes of frustrated sighs and grunts from you, he decided to finally give in. His lips pressing to yours passionately, his hand moving from your cheek to your neck, applying slight pressure to make sure you know you're his. "That's it." He moaned against your lips, "you're doing so good, doll"

Suna rintarou, ran haitani, gojo satoru, atsumu miya, sanzu Haruchiyo, wakasa imaushi, rindou Haitani, bakugou katsuki, shuji hanma, Tsukishima kei, osamu miya, dabi, tendou Satori

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hakkais-hoe · 2 years

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ahhh okay so, do you think you could share what your smut hcs on stoner!ran with a breeding kink who has an enby partner that has a breeding kink as well too would be, please?😁 yfhnfcyctvy ahhhh tysm:))))

Umm yes fuckin please 😮‍💨🤤 such a hoe for Ran cant lie

Ngl I had to look at the difference between breeding kink n impregnating kink cos apparently they’re deferent things 🤦‍♀️ n I’m a moron so

Age Rating: 18+ mdni

Warnings: lots, breeding kink, smoking the good shit, ran being a little whore, swearing, bit of praise, nb reader, they/them pronouns.

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Okokok so this pretty boy is 100% a hoe!! But only for his baby, doesn’t touch anyone else kinda gets aggressive n mean if anyone else flirts with or touches him

So he’s usually off his head n mellow 24/7 with Sanzu n that

When he sees you however that all goes out the window

He’s horny whenever he looks at you

Dick standing to attention in seconds of looking at you

You could just be chillin out m he’s like ‘wanna fuck?’

Condoms and any form of contraception is a no go between the two of you and you both know it

The talk has been had the dye has been cast

All his stupid smoke riddled brain can think of is pumping a huge load in your pretty hole

Filthy man ngl, happily describes at the details of what he wants to do before you’re even at the bedroom

“Shittt all I wanna do is fill you up, god take it all off for me, please please~ gotta fill you up fill you full of my cum ♡”

Can and will press your body below him and rut his swelling dick into the flesh of your arse

Pants like an animal at the feeling of your body against him before he’s even stuck his erection into your hole

Gets the pre from his cock on his fingers before lubing up your hole with it and pushing it into you

Will watch the white pre disappear into you before stretching you a bit for the comfort to take in his girthy cock

Always either has you in doggy or pressed below him in a way that he can see himself sink unit your tightness perfectly

Slaps the meat of his dick against your twitching hole

Moans like a complete slut in his daze, pulls out another blunt to spark up before he presses the tip into your clenched hole

Throws his head back with a loud groan nd lights up the strong blunt above you

Fucks you with his tip gently for a while to tease you nd edge himself

Sinks in slowly when you cry out for more of him

Sits back on his heels and fucks into you like an animal after a while

So so fucking loud

This man is practically drooling, whining and groaning above you like a man possessed

Doesn’t shut up about how amazing nd sexy you look writhing under him

Chants of ‘fuck’ and your name role off his tongue

Hunches over you bending your body to fuck down into you till your both moaning and drooling

“Gotta fuck you up baby ♡, gonna pump this pretty hole full of my hot jizz like I should! You’re mine all mine~ Fuckkk this feels amazing gonna be so fuckin slick n wet when I cum inside ♡”

Always purrs n coos at you when he’s about to breed you properly

Cums in you without anymore warning, pumping you so so full of his seed

Definitely 100% will not tolerate it seeping out but if it does he sits back to watch with the rest of his blunt hanging form slightly parted lips

“Fuckkk don’t push my cum our baby… you’ll make me sad ya know? You’re just asking for me to fuck another load into you ain’t ya? Gonna beg me for it go on, beg.”

He’ll do exactly as he’s said all night

Pushes the dripping cum back into your hole with two long fingers before he shoves his pretty pink tip roughly back into you

Gets rougher and rougher till he’s shooting blanks and overstiming himself past the brink of exhaustion

Cries, drools and whines everywhere on the past few rounds, not that you’re any different

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Jesus I love that string bean of a man 😮‍💨😮‍💨 he’s such a shameless hoe

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the-atlas-sister · 4 months

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MORE RANDOM TOKYO REVENGERS RELATIONSHIP HEADCANNONS BECAUSE IM BORED

But make it ✨spicy✨

Hanma gives you praises while he fucks you like a slut. When you give him head he’ll hold you by the hair, dick thrusting into your mouth while he grins down at you.

“Look at my pretty girl,” Hanma grunts softly, his hand holding your hair into a ponytail as he pushed his dick even farther down your throat. Tears stained your cheeks as you gagged against his cock. “C’mon princess,” he hummed, the pace of his hips increasing at the sound of your gag.

Your hands remained at your back, restrained by Hanma’s belt. He left you as nothing more than a fucktoy for his own pleasure, and yet- he spoke as if you were the most precious thing he'd ever laid his eyes on.

“M’close, princess,” he grunted, his grip on your hair tightening. A whimper vibrated in your throat at the action, finally forcing Hanma over the edge. He let out a mix between a sadistic laugh and a moan as he let his cum shoot down your throat. He huffed softly, pulling your lips away from his dick with a mad grin on his face as he gazed at the ceiling. “That’s my girl.

Izana has a mommy kink. He only discovers it if he has an inherently caring partner. Every time you patch up his wounds or treat him with a certain degree of care he didn’t think he’d ever receive, he finds himself just wanting to drop to his knees and make you shake with pleasure.

“Wanna make you feel so good,” the white haired boy whined against your pussy as he sloppily licked and kissed at the wet folds. He gazed up at you from his place between your thighs. Your cheeks were flushed and hair was messy. You gripped the headboard behind you tightly, low moans and whimpers leaving your lips. “You deserve to feel good. Wanna show you how much I love mommy’s pussy,” he rambled against you, his tongue pushing into your tight hole, making you gasp out softly. He’d been at this for at least half an hour now, holding your squirming hips down on the bed as he ate you to his heart’s content.

“Z-Zana,” you whined, pressing your head back against the headboard as he nuzzled his nose against your clit, making your toes curl. “Feels good baby.”

Your praise only encouraged Izana to press his face deeper into your pussy, lapping madly at your entrance. He gripped your hips, guiding you to grind on his face. His pace had no rhythm or pattern, causing your stomach to grow hot. “Cum for me mommy, please, please,” he begged against you, his saliva mixing with the slick already dripping from your cunt.

You reached down and gripped his hair, letting out whiney moans as you felt yourself reaching your climax. God how Izana loved those moans of you. It was as if every sound you made encouraged him to push you over the edge.

Your back arched and a moan fell from your lips as your climax overcame you. Izana held your hips down, continuing to lick at your pussy as you came on his face.

Your chest heaved as he looked up at you, a shit eating grin on his face as he crawled on top of you. “Can I put it in now Mommy? Please?”

Mitsuya uses measuring you as an excuse to feel you up. After establishing a relationship with you he wished for nothing more than to create clothes he made perfectly for you. You don’t have to know that he doesn’t need to see you completely naked to take your measurements though.

“You know I don’t know if I have anymore room in my closet for more of your clothes,” you giggle as you stand between your boyfriend’s spread legs. His eyes are focused on your body, examining every curve, shape and dip. His large hands held your waist firmly in place, sliding the slowly over the curve of your hips.

“I’ll buy you a bigger closet,” the designer mumbled, reaching around you to cup the fat of your ass. He gave it a firm squeeze, chuckling as you let out a surprised yelp. You held his shoulders gently, sending him a playful scowl. “I’m taking measurements!” he quickly defended with a sly smirk on his lips.

You let out a light scoff at his words. You had caught onto his game long ago- you weren’t that oblivious after all. Despite this, you allowed Mitsuya to continue his “measuring”.

You watched him with flushed cheeks as he trained his hands over your waist and up to your breasts. Your breath hitched in your throat as he cupped the two mounds of flesh, his thumbs swiping across your already hard nipples. “Takashi…” you whispered, goosebumps spreading across your skin as he pinched the sensitive buds on your breasts.

His lavender eyes trail back up to your face, reviling in its flushed appearance. He keeps his eyes on your face as he gently grabs your thigh, guiding it so that your foot was placed just beside his hip. You looked away from him shyly as he delicately stroked the length of your leg. Once his hand reached your thigh once more, he leaned down slightly, placing a tender kiss to the inner thigh. “So wet baby?” he said, his voice deep and low as he stared at your already wet pussy on full display at the position he put you in. “Already? I’m just taking your measurements.”

Seishu needs you to use his first name when he’s fucking you. Sure he likes nicknames. (Please call him honey. He doesn’t know why but it just feels so domestic and makes him really happy in bed) But calling him “Seishu” really gets him going more than anything. He was so used to feeling like his best friend loved him because of his sister (Koko always just called him Inui) so calling him by his first name to name makes him feel seen and knows you love him for him.

“Hi Seishu,” you chuckle as soon as you feel your boyfriend wrap his arms around your waist from behind. He smelled like motor oil and gas and you could still feel the rough material of his uniform on your skin. “Long day?” you commented as you continued to chop the vegetables necessary for dinner. Seishu only responded by placing a kiss on the back of your neck. His arms tightened around you and his face nuzzled between your shoulder and neck. “Seishu?”

“Say it again?” he said softly, his voice slightly muffled by your skin.

“Hm?” You smiled softly as Seishu gently turned you to face him.

“Say it again,” he said, placing his hands on the counter behind you, trapping you between himself and the counter. His eyes were dark and he was inching ever closer.

“Seishu?” you repeated, pressing your forehead against his own. There was a teasing smile on your lips. “Long day honey?” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he pushed all of your freshly chopped vegetables to the side. He picked you up easily and placed you on top of the counter.

“I just missed you,” he said gently, holding your thighs. He leaned forward, pressing his lips along the skin of your jaw. “Missed your voice.”

Naoto does not have it in him to look at you when you suck his cock. It doesn’t matter if you’re offering to do it or he suggests it, he just can’t make himself look at you. Don’t get me wrong, his little breathy moans and grunts are enough praise for you and he knows that, but he just feels too embarrassed to look at you in such a lewd position.

Naoto held a firm hand over his mouth as he sat reclined in his chair within his office. His cheeks were flushed red and his eyes focused on the small window in the corner. Anything but you, kneeling under his desk, sucking his cock shamelessly.

"You really don't need to," he'd insisted, blushing when you suggest the act.

"But I know you've been busy and work has been stressful," you'd say with that sweet smile of yours he'd fallen in love with. Your soft hands ran over his clothed chest gently, almost encouraging him to say yes to your little offer. "And I know it helps you relax," you cooed in his ear softly. "Just for a few minutes, yeah?"

That's how you ended up here, on your knees, hands keeping Naoto's shaking legs open as you hollow your cheeks against his cock. You pressed the flat of your tongue against the underside of his length, feeling a wet patch developing in your panties as he let out a broken and muffled moan from behind his hands. You gazed up at him with half-lidded eyes as you massaged his balls with your right hand.

He never looked at you when you were on your knees for him. Not that you minded, it just gave you a better view of his heaving chest and bobbing adam's apple.

Naoto's free hand gripped the arm of his chair tightly, knuckles turning white as he bit down on the hand over his mouth. You always knew just what to do to make him lose that last bit reselence. You knew that he had missed you just as much as you missed him.

Most importantly you knew just how much he loved having you on his knees, even if he couldn't bare to look at you.

Ran likes to have you ride him after he's done with long meetings. It's become almost routine for the both of you. He's started to even text you before he comes home, letting you know how it went, but so you can prep yourself.

"L-long meeting, huh?" you say, eyes screwed shut as you sat on Ran's lap, his cock already buried deep inside you. He had his larger hands on the fat of your hips in a lazy grip.

"Just borin'," Ran stated simply, experimentally guiding you to grind against him. "Ready to move yet, doll?" You grunted softly, nodding your head in response before rolling your hips against his. You plant your hands on his chest firmly and start to slowly bounce on his cock.

"Wha-what happened?" you tried to push out, forcing your eyes open to look at him. He smirked at you knowingly, bouncing you on his length. He thought it was cute how invested in his business you were, even as you tried your rode his cock.

"Nothing you need to worry yourself about," he smirked, watching with pleasure as you tried to get yourself off, all while trying to hear about his day at the same time.

You frown at how easily he brushed off your question. You stopped your movement, keeping yourself planted on his lap. "Ran, I wanna hear about it, please?" You rocked your hips against him, forcing his cock deeper into you.

Ran chuckled softly, his smug smirk still gracing his lips. "I'll tell you about it later, yeah doll?" he said, gripping your hips and thrusting up into you, causing you to let out a surprised gasp. "Right now just focus on riding my cock."

Shinichiro has a fantasy of having you suck him off behind the counter of his shop. It's a fantasy he's far to embarrassed to ever bring up to you, but whenever he seems you waltz into the shop, wearing that pretty little sundress of yours, he can't help but let his mind wander...

Shinichiro's day always got a little better when he saw you walking through the door. That bright smile on your face never failed to make his heart jump out of his chest, no matter how many times he saw it illuminate his little shop. He grinned at you, wiping some oil from his face. His eyes scanned your figure, smile growing wider as he saw the little sundress you wore. It had a short flowing skirt that stopped around your knees and soft off the shoulder sleeves.

"Hey baby," he said, wiping his hands on a spare rag. You gleefully walked up to his front counter, leaning forward on it.

"Hi," you said happily, giving him a gentle peck on the lips. Shinichiro smiled like an idiot as you kissed him. You hopped onto the counter and swung your legs over to the other side, now sitting on top of it in front of him. "I thought we could go on a date during your lunch," you hummed, watching him with a smile as he cleaned up his latest project.

"Damn," Shinichiro swore, frowning to himself at your suggestion. He smiled quickly as he noticed a look of confusion crossing your features. "Sorry hun, I just had lunch," he said, smiling apologetically. He stood up and stood in front of you, placing his hands on your thighs softly.

"Oh," you said, a small frown crossing your features. Your frown made Shinichiro frown as well.

"You wanna just stick around though?" he suggested, playing with a loose string on the end of the skirt. "I could use a distraction. It's been a slow day anyway." You smiled softly at his words, nodding slightly.

You sat on the counter, watching as Shinichiro contiued to work on his bike. A bike for his little brother, you recalled him telling you a few weeks back. Every so often you noticed his eyes wandering to your seated figure, making you smile at him.

As you sat so pretty on his counter, Shinchiro couldn't help but let his mind wander to one of his favorite little fantasies. The image of you kneeling in front of him, just below his counter, hidden from the view of anyone except him appeared vividly in his mind. He could imagine the way your watery eyes would look at they looked up at him, mouth full of his cock. He'd talk with every customer, helping them in any way he could while still staying in place, letting you continue your work. He'd hope his customers wouldn't notice the way he gripped the counter in an iron grip, one hand sneakily below it, gripping your hair to keep you against him.

He kept his eyes focused on the bike in front of him, hoping it'd hide his obvious blush. But of course, he wasn't so lucky.

"What're you thinking about bubba's?" you said gently, tilting your head at your boyfriend as his cheeks flushed a deep red color.

"H-huh?" he said suddenly, seemingly snapped out of whatever trance he had been in. He looked up at you, slightly embarrassed at being caught in such a headspace. "Oh, just thinking..." he mumbled, going back to work on his bike.

"What about?" you asked, hopping off the counter and approaching the young man. You squatted behind him, pressing your cheek into his back. You wrapped your arms around his waist, nuzzling into his back. "Me?" you asked teasingly, noticing the ever growing tent in his pants.

"How'd you know?" he chuckled sheepishly, leaning his head back against your own. You giggled at his words and slight show of affection.

"Do I get to know what about?" you asked softly, placing your hands on his arms and rubbing up and down gently.

"Not yet baby," he hummed, reaching around to take your hand. He brought it to his lips and kissed your knuckles softly. "Not yet."

Chifuyu likes to kiss your neck. As simple as it may seem, he likes it. You've discovered it's his own little way of telling you he loves you and wants to be more intimate with you. You are also always able to tell what mood he's in, depending on how he kisses your neck and who he's willing to do it in front of.

"Hi 'Fuyu," you hum with a bright smile as Chifuyu entered your shared bedroom. His hair was a mess and there were bits of white fur still attached to his black t-shirt. He gave you a tired smile, lazily pulling off his messy shirt and tossing it in the hamper in the corner of the room. "Long day?" you guessed with a giggle as he plopped onto the foot of the small bed. Your hair was messy and makeup gone, wearing one of Chifuyu's cardigans over a bra and pair of his boxers. You always argued his clothes were far more comfortable than your own.

"Mhm," he sighed, crawling up the bed to finally land at your side. "A few teenagers brought in a whole box of kittens," he groaned, laying down on the bed next to you. "They were cute as hell- THE KITTENS NOT THE GIRLS!" You giggled as he shot up to look at you seriously. You nodded at him, showing you understood what he meant, watching as he collapsed next to you once more. "But they didn't want to be cared for by anyone. Damn things were shaking and cold but too scared to let any of us come near them, so that was a whole thing." You hummed in response to his words, shuffling so you could look at him as he spoke. "Then, like three of the dogs got loose because our newest employee forgot to lock the door to the playpen."

"Oh my god," you said, jaw dropping slightly as he recounted his stressful day. "I'm sorry baby, that sounds like a fucking rough day." You gently brushed some of his hair to the side.

"You have no idea," Chifuyu sighed, gently taking your hand in his own. He gently kissed the tips of your fingers, letting his eyes fluttered closed. "But now I'm home with you, so everything's better." You chuckled at his kind words, melting at how delicately he kissed your hand.

"Can I do anything to help you destress?" you asked softly, running your free hand over the skin of his chest and stomach. "I could make you a bath or we could read your favorite mangas?"

"I have something else in mind," Chifuyu said softly, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to the space between your shoulder and neck. He gently brushed any loose strands of hair away from your neck before continuing to kiss the sensitive skin there. Your cheeks flushed at the action. "What do you say, Y/n? Lemme use you for a bit, yeah?"

You inhaled shakily as he began to place open mouth kisses along your neck, shuffling so his free hand landed on the other side of your body. "Y-yeah, use me "Fuyu."

I have more ideas buuuuuuuut I felt like this was a good length for this.

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nxuvillette · 5 months

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“LET’S KEEP THIS HUSH, HUSH.”

CEO SECRET RELATIONSHIP W/ TR MEN

synopsis: messing with the ceo of your rivaling company didn’t seem that hard to let go of.. or did it?

❥- including : ran haitani, sanzu haruchiyo, rindou haitani

❥- note : trying this again! praying it actually works 😭 reblogs are appreciated!!

content warnings: nsfw [17+], fem!reader, ageless + blank blogs dni, ceo!reader, bonten timeline, all men are ceo’s, mentions of harassment (sanzu), praising, use of pet names (baby , angel , princess), slight breeding kink (ran + rindou), creampie (all), some possessive behavior, mentions of pregnancy (rindou).

♡ RAN HAITANI

you never expected to fall for someone like ran haitani.

he was cunning, attractive, and quite a clever man. he also ran one of the best businesses in all of Roppongi. he attracted all kinds of women by just doing simply nothing, so when he saw you at a club, you didn’t think it would be anything more than a quickie in the bathroom.

that quickie turned into dates, hookups at his apartment, and him taking you out more than you had anticipated.

however, all of that changed when you discovered that ran just wasn’t a ceo for some random company, but it was the same company that rivaled yours. your father had some previous ties to the business and he seemed to have forgotten to mention it to you when you took hold of the reins. you were now worried. as a ceo of your own company, you placed yourself at risk for possibly sabotaging things that your father had worked so hard to create.

but, you just couldn’t help yourself.

your face was smooshed into the leather of ran’s expensive couch. his fingertips danced along your spine while his cock lazily dragged inside of your walls. you had told yourself you weren’t going to see him tonight. you wanted to ignore his text messages, but there was something about his presence that drew you in. he was addictive.

“you’re taking me so well, angel..” he squeezed the plush of your ass, savoring how soft your skin was.

your eyes rolled back from how well ran was fucking you. there was just something about how he did it that made you light on fire. it’s what made you come crawling back to him every single time. “a-ah! ran! yes, right there!” you mewled when the tip kissed that spongy spot inside you, sending waves of pleasure over you.

the older haitani loved how pretty you sounded right now. he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. you were too damn perfect to ever pass up. he didn’t give a single shit if you two were meant to be “rivals.” how was someone like him supposed to never see someone like you? you were one of the only women he genuinely saw himself being comfortable with. he didn’t want to be a secret, but for you, he’d do absolutely anything.

his grip on your hips tightened and his pace suddenly became quicker than it had originally begun. “ran! fuck, fuck, cum inside me!” you cried, turning your head just a little so you could see his handsome face.

he couldn’t stop the smirk he wore from writing itself on his face. god, he had been wanting to do that for so damn long. “ah..? okay, baby, i’ll make sure you’re nice and full when i’m done..” he cooed, pushing you further into the couch.

skin slapped against each other as ran’s pace was practically animalistic. he groaned deeply when he finally met his release. spurts of his cum made its way into your cunt, making you shiver from how it felt. that had been the first time he had ever came inside you, and you honestly craved it a lot. it was so amazing.

he pulled out of you, leaning down to whisper into your ear. “i’ll gladly be your secret, baby, but nobody better touch you other than me..”

♡ SANZU HARUCHIYO

you met sanzu in an odd way one evening. you were on the way home from your long and tiring work day when some random guy kept egging you on. he kept making comments towards you and practically begging for you to give him any ounce of attention.

well, the guy didn’t end up leaving you alone, and he ended up trailing after you in a pretty shitty part of town. you couldn’t lie that you weren’t scared. the sun had already set and that guy was hot on your tail. you could try calling the police but you knew full well that they wouldn’t get there in time to help you, so you tried your best to rush out of there and lose the guy.

unfortunately, he caught up to you and ended up yanking on your arm. you let out a scream and shoved him away from you, but he was quite strong. you thought you were about to be robbed or even worse, but that all immediately fizzled out when someone had intervened. a man with bubblegum pink hair had the guy shoved on the ground. he kicked and beat the shit out of the guy, leaving him completely scared and helpless on the dirty floor.

sanzu had tended to you the moment he saw your frightened expression. he brought you to the police station and you reported the man who had been following you. you thought that would be the last time you’d ever see him, but that wasn’t the case.

you saw him more often than you should have. you two started a connection with each other and began to go out to bars or even little dates. you tried to tell yourself it was just platonic, but you disliked how your heart would often skip a beat whenever you saw his name light up on your phone. the only issue was that sanzu was the head of a huge company in Tokyo. he rivaled you, and seeing him could cause issues within your business. however, you just couldn’t stay away.

that’s how you ended up in your own office with sanzu hovering above you. his cock bullied your walls, making it difficult for you to keep quiet. “mmm.. sanzu! oh, god..” you moaned, looking at him through your eyelashes.

a smile stretched across his scarred lips. he knew from the beginning that you were his rival. he had seen you before, but he could care less. you were a beautiful woman and he couldn’t lie that you made him happy. “keep sayin’ it, baby, scream out my fuckin’ name so everyone in this building knows who’s making you feel good..” he then began to play with your swollen clit, increasing the pleasure.

you practically screamed his name when you finally came all over his cock. he thought it was so cute seeing you becoming such a mess for him. “s-sanzu! sanzu!” you whined, trembling within his hands from your orgasm.

your desk began to creak from the movements and the weight you both were putting on it. sanzu’s pace was rough and fast. you could hardly keep up with him. his cock was twitching and within seconds he felt himself let go inside of you. he loved how warm your pussy felt around him. he just couldn’t help himself.

he kissed you sloppily, biting on your lower lip. “don’t think we’re much of a secret now, are we..?”

♡ RINDOU HAITANI

rindou haitani was quite the charmer. he didn’t have the best luck with women, but when he did, he treated them like angels. that was no different when he met you at one of the clubs he DJ at.

he drew you in almost instantly. his expensive cologne, lavender hair, a smile that could make any girl drop her panties. you knew hooking up with him that night would be good, and you thought it would be just a simple one night stand. most men your age never really stuck around after one sex filled evening, so you placed your expectations below what they usually were.

though, it shocked you when rindou continued to message you, even after your hookup.

although you were a little unsure of his intentions, you decided to keep seeing him. he took you out on nice dates, and he had even went as far as buying you a few nice gifts from expensive stores. it wasn’t until your assistant pointed out who rindou actually was that you realized how wrong it looked to be seeing someone like him. rindou ran a company that rivaled yours. it shocked you that you hadn’t noticed far sooner, but you just couldn’t stay away from him.

you repeated to yourself over and over that you wouldn’t fuck him again. you shouldn’t be doing it at all.

but, your body had betrayed you and that desire for him lit like a candle in the dark.

rindou had your legs around his waist. his thrusts were deep and fast, making you cry out in pleasure every single time he reached those great spots inside you. he had you just where he wanted you. “rindou..! fuck, it feels so good..!” you threw your head back onto the pillow behind you.

“heh, you enjoying yourself? you’re so fucking beautiful..” he groaned, leaning down to nibble at your neck.

you gasped when rindou bit down on that sweet spot on your neck. he sucked on it hard enough that there would for sure be a mark afterwards. it’s like he was begging for you two to be caught by others. that thought alone didn’t seem to bother rindou. if anything, he wanted people to know what you two were doing with each other.

you clawed at his back when you felt your orgasm hit you harder than a truck. rindou couldn’t help but grunt when your pussy clamped around his cock so perfectly. fuck, it’s like you were made for him. “so good for me, baby, so fuckin’ good..” he quickened his thrusts, inching him closer to his high. “want me to cum in you..? make this pretty pussy all mine?”

“y-yes! yes, please, rindou!” you cried, nodding your head.

he held your thighs tightly, fucking the absolute shit out of your cunt. you were so fucking great. he never found someone like you. he didn’t care what your statuses might be. all he wanted was you.

rindou groaned one last time then he reached his climax. he had completely let go inside of you. thick cum filled your womb, leaving a huge mess inside. you took it all so well. he didn’t want to leave your snug walls. “wanna go again..? maybe i can give you a baby while i’m at it..” he smirked.

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fueledbysano · 1 year

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𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒~!

how they deal with an ovulating and very horny wife.

♱ c/w: MATURED. MDNI. afab!reader, mentions of periods and pregnancy, breeding, creampies, fingering, praising, baby trapping, overstimulation, fluff/smut.

♱ ft. kazutora, mikey, hanma, sanzu, ran.

♱ a/n: the most evil horny of them all. also, happy 4k! thank you so much for all the love in my fics. also, I may have a different writing style with hanma because it was intended for a different fic with a more romantic tone. but I decided it worked just fine for this one too.

♡ tags; @manilamikeyswifey @blueparadis @tokyometronetwork

reblogs appreciated!

♡ Kazutora

As soon as he woke up, Kazutora already felt how slightly warmer you felt in his arms, almost as if you had a fever. That morning, you were in a particularly good mood as well, especially with your husband clinging to you. He gave you a moment to absorb his gaze before softly grinning. Good morning, baby girl…”

Before you could say anything, Kazutora's lips touched yours as his fingertips lifted your chin up. He waited motionlessly for your approval, which you offered by gently pressing your lips against his. You were unable to resist as your kiss got more intense. You felt a surge of lust that fueled the kiss and drew his body close to yours. After what seemed like a flash, you separated from one another.

“Want to stay~?” You asked him, never letting your gaze leave his so he could make no mistake as to what it is that you wanted. Knowing what was going on, Kazutora cleared his throat. Before you went to sleep last night, he observed you check your period tracker app. He remembered that you had noted that today had a blue mark on the calendar, signifying that you are ovulating and most fertile.

You mumbled quietly into his palm, locking eyes with him as you gently rubbed your nose against his. "Honey, please," you begged. You were certain that the lust was becoming stronger as he continued to stay silent, merely his gentle breath touching your neck.

Kazutora's long hair tickled your cleavage while he bit little patches of your skin in the crook of your neck; your heavy breaths and noises getting him bricked up in an instant. He lifted the band shirt you borrowed from him before trailing his hands down your chest, and lingering them above your thin panties.

“I love how pretty your pussy looks…�� His mouth almost watered at the wet print on your panties before he pulled them off in one swift movement. “It’s like a flower~” He praised before keeping hot eye contact with you the whole time he lifted your leg up his shoulder lustfully. Soon enough, he attacked the inside of your thighs with hungry kisses. As if you couldn't have been doing it enough, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your back arched in pleasure.

Your hands reached to clench his streaks as you felt Kazutora's lips lap at your sensitive core, and you could feel his lips smiling at your breathy moans of his name. He would shift between quick tongue flicks, languid licks, and sporadic light clitsucking.Kazutora easily inserted a finger into your wetness and curled up with it. Your head dipped back when he slipped a second finger and made the same movement.

Soon enough, Kazutora's cock was straining so hard in his boxers that it itches for a relief inside of your walls. So he reached for the side drawer for the box of condoms you always kept there. However, before he could grasp the wooden knob, you quickly reacted and grabbed hold of his wrist. “It’s okay…” You assured with a soft smile. Kazutora questioned as if you weren't fine with it; he'd rather end the situation before something serious occurs. “Yes, my love.” You exhaled, placing your hands on his shoulders.

Kazutora felt his stomach turn at this confession. All the thoughts he had about getting you pregnant and starting a family with you was at its breaking point, especially now that you had said yes to him. “D’you want me to give you a baby, pretty girl?” He makes sure once more and yet again, you agreed.

“I’ll give you as many as you want…” Kazutora sat you on his thighs in a cradle before rocking upwards to you, placing your arms on his chest as a brace. You raised your hips and felt his length slip out before lowering your cunt on it abruptly.

Pleasure was making you slightly dizzy on top of him, but you made an effort to maintain your eyes on Kazutora at all times. By this point, your hips were colliding with each other with each thrust, evoking gasping groans from both of you as you watched your bodies connect.

“I’m not going to last any longer…” Kazutora admitted, feeling the pre cum from his tip coat your cervix. “That’s okay, I’m close yoo.” You insisted. You felt a little jolt as he abruptly shoved his hips upward. You gasped in shock before giving him a seductive glance.

It was excessive. Your orgasm overcame your senses and knocked the air out of your throat as it descended. Despite wanting to see Kazutora’s vulnerable expression, your eyes screw shut at the sensation of clamping your walls around his dick. The pleasure shook throughout your body.

Your husband was keeping an eye on you, and seeing you at your climax was all it took to push him over the edge. He finally lost it due to your grip, releasing all of his pent-up seed. It was so enthralling that he didn't want the moment to finish.

“You’re so amazing, my darling.” Kazutora praised as he laid your fragile body on the sheets.

♡ Mikey

Emma and Draken had just left your home after collecting their infant, who had been under you and his uncle Mikey's care for the entire morning and afternoon. If it wasn't for Draken who restrained him while Emma took the baby back, Mikey wouldn't have wanted to let go of the little bundle of joy.

“[ Y / N ], just give Manjiro a baby already.” Emma remarks in jest before Draken bids goodbye and closes the door behind them, leaving a very flustered Mikey behind. You chuckled at your husband's reaction before pressing a delicate kiss on his forehead, “Go get cleaned, honey. I'll make the bed.” He hummed affectingly, closing his eyes in alleviation before murmuring into your ear, “Love you so much~”

If his scratchy voice didn't already drive you crazy, your heart sure did skip when Mikey's hands found their way to your hips, slipping under your shirt and onto your skin before tracing delicate circles. You froze. You balled the collar of his shirt, closed your eyes, and pressed your cheek to his hair before gasping out. Mikey made a gesture that typically you found sweet, but tonight, it switched something inside you. He secretly blushed from the sound you made before withdrawing from your embrace and then doing his business upstairs.

The entire time you prepared for bed, you couldn't resist the thoughts of having your husband touch and fondle you in such sensual ways; It's nothing out of the ordinary to lust for your husband, yet tonight, you felt more drawn to him than usual. it's like... hold on.

Glancing at the calendar, you realize that it has been two weeks since your period. of course, you are ovulating. Explains the baby fever you felt too while watching you and Mikey's nephew. While it is a guaranteed card to get laid, the intense lust almost aches; the only thing plaguing your mind is having Mikey touch all over your body as he pumped your pussy full of his cum.

“Good night, my darling wife.” From underneath the covers and your shirt, Mikey’s hand cups your breast and starts to massage it gently, twisting and pulling at your nipple. His other hand was caressing your legs, and his fingers tickled as they softly moved up your inner thighs. You were enjoying his touches so much you didn’t realize the pooling mess in between your legs that began to soak through your panties. “Is this what you wanted, baby?” Mikey muttered and toyed with your clit slowly before pressing soft kisses on your neck.

Your heart is aching from eagerness, melting, and ready to breach from your chest at any moment. Fortunately, Mikey also got impatient and tugged your panties aside, making you feel his erect shaft, which had been straining in his pants ever since he spotted you splayed on your marital bed. “Good girl,” He praises, sinking into you again and again.

Normally, Mikey would whimper and grunt into your ear during sex. But tonight, feeling how significantly aroused and tight you are, Mikey didn't bother to strain the pornographic moans in his throat as he drove into your puffy g-spot.

Your hands flew up in an instant, encasing his face in your palms. He was ready to pause and kiss you, until you muttered something that had him reeling. “Knock me up, honey.” Although his head hadn't yet absorbed the words, his body had, and the words had come as a surprise to him. He came abruptly and forcefully, his head falling to nuzzle your neck as a heavy grunt erupted from his chest. Mikey’s orgasm had brought you to yours as he rode it out in shallow thrusts.

Mikey rolled off you to lay down at your side; your legs entwined as he was still inside you. “I love you….” he muttered lovingly.

To be connected with him in the most intimate ways was always so enchanting. You two stayed like that, just snuggling as you caught your breath, knowing that whatever happened in the future because of tonight, you two would do it together with love.

♡ Hanma

Hanma took you into a romantic weekend getaway at a cabin house. The day of birdwatching and camping was long over and when the navy blue took over the cerulean blue sky.

Upon arriving in your cabin, you two settled down on the settee positioned by the warm fireplace, the sound of burning wood and the scent of pine trees completed the atmosphere. You notice that his eyes have the same sparkle that you admired when you first met him after exchanging a lingering stare with him.

Hanma's pulse was hammering as he leaned forward to take in the view, his heart pounding at how stunning you looked with the continuous stream of sunlight streaming into the cabin room. He leaned in close enough that the points of your cupid's bows touched for another fiery kiss.

As you closed the distance between you and him, your hold on his jaw loosened. You pressed your lips against his, eyes peering up at his, as if checking to see if he was still down with it.Your lips brushed across his tenderly before you firmly planted them there. His brows knitted together and eyes remained open until your hand reached up to cradle the soft patch of locks at the back of his head and your tongue flicked at his lower lip.

Instead of touching you, he lets you touch him, allowing you to find your own degree of comfort. Both yours and Hanma's coats slid down your back, falling off your shoulders. You started unbuckling your belt straps as you stared down at him. As you reached the buttons on your blouse, the leather dropped about your waist. As you unfastened the buttons one by one, he attentively watched you, his eyes memorizing every piece of exposed skin. Even though you've done it countless times already before, seeing you undress just for him did something to him that he couldn't put into words. It was an image that would stay with him for the rest of his life.

“You're finally off your period, baby?” Hanma remarked as your lips pressed together again, hot and heavy. He last initiated to be intimate with you while you were in the middle of your period, but you gently rejected. So he has been waiting ever since.

He was speechless as to what you were doing to him. He felt weightless, like if he were soaring through the air, rising higher with each kiss and amount of contact between your hips. “Yes…”

Before slowly moving his hands over your exposed abdomen, he waited until you were stripped down to your cotton bra. As he played at the cloth beneath your breasts, his eyes followed you, looking for permission to push his fingers past it. As his hands excitedly stroked and kneaded the skin of your exposed breasts, you tugged the garment up and over your head completely, flinging it aside and leaning over him.

He bit back a low grunt as your hand cupped his bulge, stopping his hips from arching into the warmth of your palm. He did as he was told and unbuckled his belt. As he drew out his erection through his pants, his warm stare didn't flinch away from yours. He didn't consider himself a nervous person, but something about being completely at your mercy was too much for him to stand.

His hands reached down to your thighs and circled your pelvis, just above your core, tickling the sensitive area there. You groaned in agony, your legs swaying in anticipation. He indulged you because he sensed your impatience. As the touch of his rough fingers ran across your sensitive bud, his eyes narrowed and a cry dropped from your eager lips. Then he rested his finger there, leaning in close to you and curling the digit against it again and over, causing your lips to open, body tensing, and stars flashing in your eyes.

"You like that?" He said in a low, sultry tone, eyes locked hard on your dazed expression. Of course he knew you loved that.

"That's my good girl. Feel good?" You nod, out of breath and dizzy. He grinds himself up against you and brushes his member up and down your wet folds, enclosing you in his embrace. Your body jerks, his smooth cock sliding against your excessively sensitive bud, eliciting a small sequence of aftershocks that lead him to tut and smile smugly. Then he pushes himself halfway into you and waits a moment for you to open up for him. Slowly, his hips pull back, almost entirely separating him from you before plunging in further deeper. He goes through the motions once more, sliding out only to sink back in with ease all the way to the hilt.

A string of curses fall from his lips as your hips grind against him haphazardly, too thrown by the cusp of your orgasm to be able to match his rhythmic thrusts. As the coil finally snaps you clamp down hard on his cock, a loud moan tearing out from you as you cum wholly wrapped up in him. For a moment his hips still, letting you fuck yourself through your orgasm before he still for a moment, head thrown back and words slipping out quickly, "Where do you want it?"

"I-In me." Your breathy moans of his name were enough to make him shoot his release, pouring it deep inside you just as you wanted as he reached his climax.

You collapsed on top of your husband, his member still deep inside you while the two of you caught your breaths, bodies fitting together like a puzzle.

You two stayed like this for a moment, letting yourselves peacefully bask into each other's embrace intimately by the fire and reminiscing what may be the start of the final days of being "just you two".

♡ Sanzu

Your heart was beating impossibly fast as your back slammed against the door of your bedroom, Sanzu reaching blindly to open it before he had his hands on yours once again. You were thrilled that your husband was just as needy as you are, after all, you were the one who first dragged him out of Bonten's afterparty at the club directly below your penthouse.

Your knees struck the edge of the mattresses as Sanzu pushed you into the bed. The metal bands on his fingers sent goosebumps on your skin as his fingers trailed down your back to unzip your dress. Sanzu broke the kiss to allow himself to soak in the sight of your body, concealed only in your panties.

You responded by reaching up to seize his undone tie, luring him into another lustful kiss while you took turns removing his clothing.

“I don’t have a condom.” Sanzu bit his lip after the lie, waiting for your response. He had been thinking about hitting it raw for several days now and he just couldn't wait any longer.

“It’s okay…” You insist, murmuring against his lips with a smirk. “I want this…” Your whisper is followed by a soft gasp when Sanzu pushes you to the bed. He groaned at the feeling of your soft breast pushing against his, as he pulled your panties off.

You reached your hands to cup his face in your hands, leaning up to press a hungry kiss to his lips. And that was when Sanzu pushed himself inside you. Your moans were synced, both consumed by the pent-up tension you two have been holding onto.

He precisely filled you up, pressing into every little crevice and nerve as he thrust. Your legs lifted up to his shoulders, the new angle allowing Sanzu's tip to nudge against your cervix. He let out a vulnerable moan, his hands fisting the mattresses tighter with every blow.

You moaned his name loudly, hands reaching above your head to brace yourself on the cushioned headboard.

Sanzu pressed a thumb on your clit in response, leaving open-mouthed kisses over your leg as he kept a steady pace.

“I’ll make you a daddy~” You flashed him a mischievous grin as your legs fell to wrap around his waist, locking his member pistoning inside you. Moans echoed through the room louder than you initially planned to, but Sanzu loved it.

Sanzu's body felt like it was on fire when the nickname escaped your lips. “You’ll make a pretty mommy.” He moaned in between thrusts, one hand gripping the headboard behind you for better traction.

“Let's cum together, sweetheart.” That was all you needed before you were pushed over the edge into an earth-shattering orgasm. Your nails sank onto Sanzu's shoulders, clinging onto him as he rode out your orgasm.

“So perfect, baby…” Your husband's moans were rough and low, choking on a grunt as he pushed his cum deep inside you.

♡ Ran

Even though you have only been at work for four hours, you are already regretting leaving your husband in bed, wishing nothing but to be in his arms right now. You weren't usually clingy to Ran, in fact, it was the other way around. However, today you felt a stronger yearning toward him than usual.

“What’re you thinking about, miss?” Her assistant jokes.

You shook it off, realizing you had been zoning out yet again. You’ve been thinking about so many things about Ran, but there’s no way you could tell her that.

“Nothing, just a little sleepy.” Yes, sleepy is the way to put it… “I’d be glad to take over for you, ma’am.” She insisted. “Are you sure? Alright, thank you so much. Ring me up if you need anything.” You smiled at your assistant before handing her the papers, waving on the way out.

1PM. Ran is usually in his own office at the Bonten HQ around this time. You cannot wait to go home to him tonight and you wanted to be sure that he'd feel the same way, thinking about nothing but hving you for the rest of his work.

So, on the spur of the moment, you scrolled through your personal "intimate" photo album, specifically selecting one in which you wore a set of black lace lingerie that Ran had purchased for you.

sent 3 images

miss you, honey ♡

You were pretty proud of your text, knowing that Ran might get in trouble once he opens it while at work.

However, as minutes pass, you start to wonder what he may be up to this time. You could only hope that it was a good time to send that text, or maybe he may really get in trouble for causing him such distraction.

“[ Y / N ]-sama, a package for you at the door.” Your assistant says over the intercom. You took a breath and placed your hand at the door. You didn’t even get the chance to look up before you heard an unmistakable voice clear their throat.

“Where’s my hello, darling?” You immediately blushed, your eyes hesitantly looking up to meet the source of the voice. And there was your husband, clad in all black. A few strands of his lilac hair hovered over his eyes as he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed together.

“Baby,” You breathed. Ran uncrossed his arms and locked you in his embrace. “You called for me, angel?” A slight rasp in his voice as he whispered drove you crazy.

“Ran...” You grabbed a fistful of his shirt and brought your lips up to meet him in a fiery kiss. He smiled against your lips, gladly obliging to your request as your lips spoke for the pent up desire you held for each other.

Your breaths picked up, as did your heart rates as Ran’s grip on your waist grew tighter, wanting more. Suddenly, his hands effortlessly hoisted you onto your desk. He knocked off a few things to make room for you on the surface.

As Ran’s fingers crept higher up your skirt, your legs spread wider to make space for his petite waist. Ran held you flush against his body, one hand roaming your back as you held each other close. “My naughty wife needs me…” He whispered, undoing his pants before bringing himself closer to you as he set your panties aside.

The tip of his shaft brushed your clit. You moved his member along your folds, thoroughly soaking the tip. Ran felt goosebumps in his arms as you both exchanged breathless gasps in pleasure.

“You’re such a good girl to me…” He whispered, kissing you softly. Slowly but surely, you took the entirety of his length just before he hits your cervix due to the position you're in. Ran slowly withdrew before slamming back into you in exactly the same spot he stopped at.

“Am I taking you well, honey? D’you hear that? Fuck, you dick me down so good.” You praised, whispering seductively into his ear. You felt Ran’s length throb inside of you upon hearing those words before he pushed one deep thrust with a grunt,

“Keep talking like that and I might just blow my load deep inside you.” You and Ran had always been careful. But his suggestion puts ideas in your head.

You are aware that you have a high chance of getting pregnant today, and that only pushed you into agreeing to your husband. Ran had always been vocal about dreaming of having children with you, but he is also very considerate and respectful of your decisions so he waited for the right time for you.

You are happy with the stability in your life and would dearly love to expand your small family with Ran.

He started to dive into you a little harder as he could feel himself releasing shortly. By how you clenched his shaft a lot tighter, he could tell that you were close to your climax too.

“Where do you want it, baby—?” Ran whispered, holding your body softly.

You wrapped your legs around his waist just in time. Ran came hard and suddenly, straining his moans against your lips in a kiss. That answered his question and was all he needed to pour his load into your pussy as you came together.

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