(she’s) Just A Phase - M. Fushiguro

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actress! reader. he has a breakdown when you die in the movie

"are you for real doing this.." you looked at your husband who was passionately typing away at his laptop, through tears by the way

"babe, YOU be for real right now. what the fuck was going on in the minds of the writers that they decided to fucking kill you off?! im gonna make sure this stupid fucking movie has 0% rotten tomatoes! ugh im so fucking mad!"

you raised your eyebrow "you do remember that this is still a movie i acted in, right?"

"doesn't matter, princess! you were the main lead so they have no business killing you off! like wheres the plot armor?? uneducated asses. dont even know that the main leads always has to live, how did they even become a writer!" he said furiously

the latest movie you filmed in has been released on every platforms. you were particularly excited about this because this was the first time you acted as a main lead and it was also based on a medieval era. but however excited you had been, gojo was a thousand times more excited than you. he always supported your dreams and saw it as his own. he showed up during almost every shooting session, looking as proud as always. hyping you up so much that even the staffs started to get annoyed

"i can tell that this movie is going to be a blockbuster because of my baby," he had beamed at you and pecked your lips lovingly. absolutely unbothered by the offended stares he got

unfortunately, he couldn't make it to the last days of shooting because of missions. for which he showed great sadness (you had to provide him selfies with your pretty outfits, so that he doesnt lose his mind) which is why he didn't know the ending and since you didnt want to spoil it to him, you kept your mouth shut.. which was maybe a wrong decision

he had taken a leave from work just to stream the movie with you. arranged a super big bowl of sweets instead of popcorn like a normal person would, made the couch all cozy and even went as far as to turn off all the lights to give this a 'theater' vibe (hes planning to open one at his home to stream your movies)

at the start of the movie, he seemed really excited and happy. everytime you appeared at the big screen of his 80 inch tv, he would go 'thats my baby omg' with heart eyes like a fanboy. which he was to be honest

but as the movie progressed and you showed signs of, well dying, his heart sanked. and when you did die, he horrifiedly muttered 'what the fuck..' repeatedly and started bawling his eyes out while hugging you tightly

which brings you here with him writing a review of your just released movie and rating it 0

"this is not enough," he muttered. rubbing his face with his hand, he said "i gotta sue them for making this absolutely atrocious movie and for emotional damage."

"aw toru," you somewhat jutted your lips "did you really not like it?" you said dejectedly

his furrowed brows relaxed at your tone. he pulled you closer to him and pecked your forehead. "maybe i am overreacting a bit," he said sheepishly "but seeing you... die like this, even if its just in a movie, made my heart sink to my stomach." you noticed he used the word die fearfully and with great reluctance

you batted your eyelashes at him, innocently "oh.. but im still with you, no?"

he smiled sadly at your words, you really have no idea about the hold you have over him

"well yeah... but no offense to you, im never watching this movie again." he firmly said with furrowed brows

you giggled at your silly husband and flicked his forehead "none taken."

extra :

"ugh im feeling nauseous because i keep getting reminded of those scenes, I might really puke."

"babe i know you love me but thats only because of those damn sweets."

bday post:') not proofread !

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I just found this mouth-watering, insanely hot image of Choso on Pinterest. 😩👅

“no.” diluc’s stern voice rung through the air as he denied an already way too intoxicated kaeya another drink. “you’ve had enough.” pinching the bridge of his nose, diluc winced at his brothers irritating whining of protests as you sat on the stool besides him, lazy smile resting on your face.

“listen to your brother.” you flicked the back of kaeya’s ear gently in discipline as the calvary captain winced and looked up at you with sad eyes. “how mean!” he cried out dramatically, voice heavy with a mix of exhaustion from drinking and playfulness. “you’re both horrible to me… i don’t even want to imagine how awful your children are going to be.” he muttered the last part, gaze cast down to the bar miserably.

“children?” you scoffed, eyebrow raised at the knight. “yeah?” kaeya droned on, words slightly slurring together. “diluc said he sees a future with you so i presumed he also meant he saw himself having kids with you… or am i wrong?” he smirked, face resting in his palm as he tilted his head towards the now flustered bartender.

“i never said i wanted kids.” diluc hisses, grip increasing on the poor glass in his hands. “if they don’t want kids then we don’t have to have them.” he corrected, head turned away from the two of you. heat rose to your cheeks as you processed diluc’s words.

a future? with you? diluc wanted that?

you had been friends with the two brothers for as long as you could remember and while you were prone to kaeya’s teasing over diluc, you hadn’t thought much of it. kaeya had always had an annoying streak to him, a brotherly annoyance, yet diluc wasn’t a fan of the flustered state kaeya often brought over him whenever he’d bring up the red heads obvious crush on you. thank god you were oblivious to it.

“didn’t know you thought about me like that.” you teased, as you smirked over at diluc who wanted nothing more than for kaeya to get up and leave. ‘why did you have to open your mouth’ was all diluc could think as he glared at his painfully drunk brother. “i don’t.” diluc stated flatly, gaze still averted from yours as he refused to meet your curious eyes. if he had to confess then he’d do it somewhere without a crowd and preferably without kaeya.

“liar. all you do is talk about them and how obsessed you are.” kaeya snickered. diluc rolled his eyes before beckoning over one of the knights to take kaeya back to the headquarters as he was in no state to get back there himself. “i’m not obsessed.” diluc scoffed as kaeya shrugged his shoulders and stood up, waving off one of the younger knights who had tried to help. “right,” kaeya grinned. “and i’m not drunk.” sending the two of you one last playful wave, the captain left the tavern leaving an awkward atmosphere behind him.

“sorry about him.” diluc started, placing another glass down. “he knows his limit but sometimes he can’t help but push it.” trying to change the subject, he cleared his throat and looked up at your amused expression as you refused to let his eyes break away from yours.

“so kids huh?” you snickered as diluc groaned. this isn’t how he wanted to end up confessing to you but thanks to kaeya, he had no other choice now. “only if you want them.” he sighed, letting the embarrassment consume him now as there was no turning back now.

taking his hand off the counter and into yours you gave it a reassuring squeeze. “i’m not so sure about kids,” you started, thumb stroking his inner palm. “but i am sure i’d like some sort of future with you… if you want that of course.” diluc’s throat felt dry as he processed your words. you had no idea how long he’d waited for this opportunity, maybe kaeya wasn’t so awful after all.

“i do want that.” he breathed out. “are you sure?” you teased, leaning forwards to get a better look into his vermillion eyes. “i thought you weren’t obsessed with me?”

rolling his eyes for the nth time that evening, diluc scoffed before leaning in. pressing a warm kiss to your lips, he melted in your touch as past worries over you lifted off of his broad shoulders.

“i’m a little more than obsessed with you.”

Summer art of Yor Forger, from Spy x Family.

the daddyfication of ran haitani (part 2)

a/n: thank you for the love on part 1!!!!!!! i hope i wrapped this lil story up okay, feedback is so welcome and appreciated please enjoy!!!

content: pregnant reader, mentions of drug use sanzu does some coke oop, angst, angst, angst, comfort!

word count: 2.6k

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part 1

the car ride home from the hospital is tense. ran tries to speak but you shut him down with one word answers or by not responding at all. you feel yourself slipping into a foul mood and desperately want to fight against it so it won't be such an awkward drive, but you can't help it.

you accidentally make it worse by asking, "can you drop me off at my apartment?"

ran gives you a look like you're insane.

in the last few weeks you've only been to your apartment once and it was just to drop off your rent check. you'd slowly started spending more and more time at ran's, moving clothes and items over so that you practically lived there with him. he was too proud (and nervous) to ask you to move in properly, so he did it by suggesting you take more drawers in his closet, bring over more necessities so you'd feel more comfortable at his place. your asking to go there suddenly and without reason felt like a punishment to him.

"why?" he responds simply, eyes fixed to the road again. you watch him adjust his grip on the steering wheel.

"i just... ran, i don't want you to be upset, okay?" you mumble, wringing your hands in your lap. his jaw tightens, "that's not a fuckin' answer."

"please don't be upset," you huff. "i just want to be alone tonight. i feel like shit."

he pulls up to a red light and then turns to you, "you really want that?"

any time he looks at you, and you don't see the mischievous twinkle in his eye or the teasing smirk on his lips, your heart sinks. this time is no different. "yes," you force out. "just for the night. please, please try to understand where i'm coming from."

the light changes. he nods once at you and redirects his attention back to driving. your chest aches knowing that he's hurt, but you need some time on your own to take in everything that's happened today. you needed privacy to receive the doctor's phone call and maybe to buy a fucking drugstore pregnancy test, too. everything still felt like some kind of sick prank.

it wasn't like you'd never thought about having kids before. and after almost a year of being with ran, you'd definitely had your share of wonderings and daydreams about him as a father, of raising a cute little kid together with your eyes and his charming smile. you just hadn't expected to have to confront these imaginings so suddenly.

the rest of the drive is silent. ran pulls up outside your place and says nothing. "ran," you squeak, hoping he'll look at you. when he glances over, his well rehearsed facade is up, smirk and all.

"get inside quick, baby," he jerks his head toward the door. "it's cold."

you can't help but frown at the way he's bounced back so quickly, how he's so unaffected while you feel like you're crumbling. he puts a hand behind your neck and drags you toward him to plant a kiss to your forehead, "love you."

"love you, too," you give him a weak smile that doesn't even last until you get out of the car.

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the ding of your phone's timer makes you nearly jump out of your skin. it's the next day, and you're sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, leg shaking anxiously, staring at the little plastic wand on the counter. part of you doesn't want to look at the test at all. it would be much less stressful to toss the thing in the trash without checking the results, wash your hands, and pretend this whole ordeal was just a bad dream. but the vomiting had been real. the emergency room, the dizziness, the sobbing in ran's arms, the doctor's words.

that had all been very real.

you force yourself to your get to your feet and pick up the white and pink stick with trembling fingers. before you can muster the courage to look at it, you bring your attention back to the box the test came in.

one line, not pregnant. two lines, pregnant. simple.

you squeeze your eyes shut and hold the test in front of you. counting backwards from 3, you suck in a shaky break. 2, you grit your teeth. 1, your eyes crack open.

two lines.

two fucking lines. clear as day, there was no mistaking it.

you meet your reflection in the mirror and see that you're crying. you turn away and head into your bedroom, climbing into bed and making the decision to sleep for the rest of the day. ------------------------------------------------------------------

across town, ran is sitting in the back office of sanzu's strip club with sanzu, kokonoi, rindou, and kakucho, waiting for koko to finish looking over sanzu's books so they could all get to the restaurant where they were planning to eat.

"did you have to do this now?" kakucho groans as koko turns another page then turns it back to double check his own work. "i'm fuckin' hungry!"

"i told you we were working," koko replies without looking up.

rindou rolls his eyes, scrolling on his phone. ran is leaned back in a chair, absentmindedly watching sanzu do coke off a mirrored tray on the other side of the desk from kokonoi.

his pink haired head pops up after a line. "stop whining," he sniffs, dabbing at his nose with his sleeve. "i'm runnin' a fuckin' business here."

ran's phone vibrates in his pocket, distracting him momentarily from the euphoria episode unfolding in the stuffy office.

"ran haitani," he answers formally.

a moment later he's on his feet, "uh, yes...but that's not–okay... mhm.... yes.... i understand."

in true ran fashion, he starts to pace down to the far side of the office and back. "i'll call back," he grumbles, the professionalism all but gone from his tone. "right... thank you..."

for a few seconds, nobody says anything. ran's back is to the others, his grip tightening around his phone in his hand.

"you good, haitani?" kakucho's voice startles him. when he turns back to the group, he's wearing an unreadable expression.

"that was the doctor," he's stunned to the point of being unable to produce any emotion at all. "apparently my girl's pregnant."

the responses come all at once, blurted in shock and sympathy:

"shit, dude..."

"i'm sorry, man..."

"wow, what the fuck."

"what the hell are you gonna do?"

ran's staring down at his phone with unfocused eyes, "i have no fuckin' clue."

ran feels a bit stupid. he feels like he should've fuckin' known. the random bi– sorry, moodiness–, crying over anything, the vomiting, the fucking jeans that didn't fit and made you cry... how had he not realized??

admittedly, ran had gotten girls pregnant before. he'd even told you about it vaguely, never wanting to hide who he was from you, who he used to be. receiving an “i’m pregnant” text used to hardly even phase him. each time, he would simply shell out some money to make sure they'd handle it, then promptly ghost them and move the fuck on. the situation had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience, a problem neither him nor any of the women he'd been sleeping with had any difference in opinion about how to deal with.

but now he was with you. and he wasn't so sure that he wanted to do away with this like he had been so used to doing. and, more importantly, what did you want to do? the doctor said she'd told you already it was 99% sure, so why the fuck hadn't you said anything to him?? he didn't want to face the most obvious answer.

you obviously didn't want that with him.

"i'm gonna go," ran croaks, throat suddenly tight and dry. without waiting for any acknowledgement, he disappears out of the office and leaves the club through the back door.

ran would never admit it, but he had spent many nights lying awake thinking about the future he hoped to have with you. getting married, buying a house, growing old together... a huge part of it always included having a kid with you. he loved imagining how you’d be as a mother. he was sure the kindness and patience you showed him on a daily basis would only increase for your child. sure you loved him, but it almost made him jealous sometimes to imagine how much you'd love that fuckin' kid.

sitting in his car, ran realizes the reality of your pregnancy is not anything like he'd imagined. he's not feeling overjoyed. he's not rushing over to kiss you and celebrate. instead, you're hiding the pregnancy from him, alone at your apartment instead of with him at his and he's sitting in his car outside sanzu's fucking strip club. ran feels cheated somehow. why didn't you tell him?

of course he understood if you didn't want to have his baby, as much as that would tear him up inside. he knew he wasn't dad material; his business was dangerous, the lifestyle he'd led for so long was definitely not suited for children. as many nights as he'd spent imagining being a dad, he'd spent just as many worrying about not being good at it.

what would he do if he ended up being a shitty dad like his own had been?

you were his complete opposite: soft, understanding, empathetic. you'd be an incredible parent, you'd make it look effortless. and he would probably just fuck his kid up or leave.

ran presses his fingers against his temples, as if trying to physically work the thoughts out of his head. one thing was clear, he needed to talk to you. soon. immediately. before he can talk himself out of it, he turns on his car and zooms over to your place. ------------------------------------------------------------------

you try your best to ignore the knocking at your front door but the sound won't let up. dragging yourself out of bed, you shuffle through your apartment and open the front door without checking who it is.

"i think you owe me an explanation, sweetheart."

the words are said so calmly but they still make you want to physically leap away. ran looks disheveled, frustrated, and honestly, close to tears. he's watching you with a blank expression but you know him well enough to see the hurt in his eyes.

"come inside," you mumble, leading him toward the couch. he follows wordlessly and the two of you sit on opposite sides, facing each other.

"why didn't you tell me you're pregnant?" he asks, getting straight to the point.

you pull your knees up to your chest, hugging them tightly, "i don't know."

"that's a shit answer and you know it," he snarls.

"i don't know!" you repeat, louder. "i panicked, honestly. i still don't know how i feel about it, and i didn't know how you were going to react..."

"but you should have told me, baby," ran's fists are clenched at his sides as he tries to keep himself calm. "we don't keep shit from each other especially not important shit like this!"

"don't yell at me!" you feel tears prickle in your eyes. "i got fucking scared of what you might think. and i had to know what i wanted before i talked to you. and, honestly, i figured i could probably guess what you'd want right now and that it was not being a father. sorry if that was so wrong."

"i can be a fuckin' father."

"well, just because you can doesn't mean you should."

the words strike him like a slap in the face. "i see."

"ran," you regret the words the moment they're out of your mouth. "i don't mean that. i just, i'm so fuckin' confused, i don't mean to–"

"nah, you don't sound confused," he smiles darkly, condescending. "it sounds like you know exactly what the fuck you want."

"don't do that," you cross your arms tightly over your chest. "don't make me the fuckin' bad guy just for being scared."

"you? scared??" ran asks incredulously, sarcasm dripping from his words. "of what?"

"um, i don't know, of growing a fucking human being?" you sputter. "of having to clothe it, and feed it, and raise it to help it become an actual person without fucking it up??"

"oh, please, you're gonna be fuckin' mother of the year and raise the happiest, smartest, most well adjusted little brat in history."

"but you don't know that."

"i do," he bites back. "and so do you. fuckin' admit it, you're scared you might be stuck with a guy who's gonna fuck up your kid."

"ran!" you recoil in shock at his words. "is that really what you think??"

he lays his head back against the couch cushion, deflating, "it's obvious. why else would you hide it?"

you watch him sink back into the couch, notice how his jaw clenches and unclenches under the skin of his face. he's so tense you can practically feel it radiate off of him.

"can i–?" you start to move toward him. he's tired himself out now, said everything he needed to say. he nods in defeat and you climb onto his lap.

you tuck your head under his chin, curling up against his chest. just having you in his arms– having your body so close to his– calms him down significantly. ran has always said that none of the bonten men would ever believe how quickly he loses fights when they're with you. the man who would be excited to take on an entire gang on his own and maybe even actually stand a chance of winning, folds immediately at the hands of one woman.

your hand cups his cheek tenderly. he leans into the touch, letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "you know i love you more than anything, right?"

he's surprised by the words, especially right now. he felt the same way about you, but doesn't usually think about or assume that it's reciprocated. god forbid he got too comfortable and something happened to prove him wrong.

"you have so much love to give, ran," you hug yourself closer to him. "you protect the people you love with everything you have. our kid is gonna be so lucky to have you as a dad."

he's silent for a few moments, then groans out a soft "fuck" that almost makes you laugh.

"you were caught off guard, too," his voice is low, the words are coming out slowly, like he's analyzing each one individually.

"i made it about my fuckin' self when you were just... also scared. jesus christ.

"mhm," you mumble. he rubs your back as he senses you aren't mad at him, "why do i do that shit? i almost fuckin' blew it."

"no, baby," you reassure him. "you didn't. and i obviously wouldn't let you get away that easily."

"oh yeah?" he smirks, heart soaring with the chance to speak normally with you for the first time in what has felt like many weeks. "think you've got me locked down now that you're my baby mama?"

"shut up," you burst out laughing. he kisses your forehead lovingly.

"you know, if it's not the right time now, we don't have to rush it," he tucks your head under his chin. "we can try again when we're ready."

"maybe we're ready now," you say softly. ran doesn't reply. he must've misheard you.

"now?" he repeats.

"you're gonna be good at this," you turn your body to straddle his waist. "our kid is gonna love you so much."

ran takes a shaky breath as he smiles at you. "you think?"

"obviously," you nod enthusiastically. "because i'm the one cooking him and i love you so much."

"there's a lot i'd like to unpack there."

"too bad," you giggle, hopping off his lap. "i'm hungry and you were mean to me."

ran reaches for his phone to order dinner, "yes, mrs. haitani."

"not quite."

"not yet."

"okay, honey. one thing at a time."

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Challenges

Ran x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Adult themes, Mature language, Innapropriate language, Smut, Handjob, Riding, Orgasm

Part 2 (Rindou)

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Ran sat quietly on the couch, a bit to quietly for someone who loved to comment on movies, especially when it came to horror movies, which the two of you were currently watching. You had known Ran since your childhood so the sudden silence from your dear friend was odd, even his posture was unnatural, as he now sat upright and at an arm’s length distance from where you sat on the couch as opposed to how the two of you usually sat with limbs intertwined.

“What’s going on?” You asked as you moved closer to where Ran sat.

“Nothing” he said as he moved further back. His reaction was a clear sign that there was indeed something going on.

“Hmm I don’t believe you” you said suddenly moving from your seat on the couch in attempts to place yourself on Ran’s lap, but as you attempted to sit down, he grabbed you by your waist.

“What are you doing?’ he asked with panic lacing his voice.

“I’m sitting” you said as you once again attempted to take a seat on his lap.

“(Y/N) please don’t, I'll lose if you do” Ran said with a sigh causing you to shift away from him in confusion.

“What do you mean you’ll lose”

Ran looked at you before pulling his eyes from yours and looking down at the ground refusing to look you in your face as he answered your question.

“I’ll lose no nut November” Ran murmured quietly, more to himself than to you.

“What?” you said as you barely heard a word that left his lips.

“I’ll lose No Fucking Nut November!” he yelled as he flayed his arms in the air.

“There you are fucking happy” he said agitated.

You looked at Ran for a moment before a loud outburst of laughs left your lips.

“You’re doing no nut November” you laughed out as you were hunching over in laughter.

“Its not that fucking funny, (Y/N). Rindo and I made a bet who would last the longest and I’m not about to lose some fucking bet because you want to sit on my lap for some attention like a fucking puppy” Ran said irritated as the effects of no nut November were taking a toll on him.

“there’s no need to get grumpy Rannie, just because you can’t bust one” you said still laughing at his predicament.

“Besides how would I be the cause for you losing your stupid bet?” you said as you now folded your arms over your chest.

“Don’t play coy with me. Look what you’re wearing. That tight black dress just to watch a movie with me, did Rindo put you up to this?” ran replied now questioning your intentions to visit him, which caused you to scoff offendedly

“As a matter of fact, Rindo put me up to nothing and its not my fault that you get horny so easily” you said as you sat back down on your side of the couch.

“Good, then lets shut-up and watch the movie” Ran said with a harsh tone.

You sat on the couch with a frown sill etched onto your face at Rans behaviour. You couldn’t believe that the man who was your friend for years would get so aggressive all because he wouldn’t get his dick wet. But then a lightbulb went off in your heard…

“Rannie I’m so sorry for acting out” you said as you shifted a bit closer to him on the couch.

“Its fine” he said still with a serious tone.

“You know, I know you’ll win this bet” you said seductively causing Ran to look at you, with raised brows.

“I mean you are the stronger, better… harder, brother” you said biting your lip, looking down at Rans black suit pants that began to stiffen.

“What are you doing (Y/N)”

“Nothing” you said feigning innocence as you gently placed your hand on his knee.

“I’m just complimenting you and how much better and bigger you are” you said as you moved you hand further up his leg till you could feel the slight bulge that was forming in Ran’s suit pants.

“You think so?” ran asked with a shaky breath as he shifted beneath your touch.

“Yes, I do Rannie” you said moving your hand further north till it now sat on his fully erect cock.

“(Y/N)?” Ran said, while you now began slowly rubbing covered cock up and down slowly, while your lips were mere centimetres away from his.

“Yes Ran?” you answered back moving your face even closers. If even one of you shifted your lips would be connected.

“(Y/N)” Ran whispered again against your lips as you continued massage his bulging cock.

“Ran” you replied as you now gently placed your lips against his, passionately kissing him while your hand remained on now his covered cock massaging a bit faster.

“Shit” Ran said as he began unbuckling his belt as you removed you hand from his trousers.

Ran now pulled his cock out from his trousers, his tip a deep red colour as beads of pre-cum decorated his tip. His shaft was fully erect with a prominent vein being seen on the undershaft, with his balls looking massive storing all his unlet out semen.

When Rans cock was fully out you hand went back to massaging his now exposed cock as your lips went back to kiss him now fervently

Tongues intertwined with one another while teeth gnashed, your hand now using his pre-cum to lube his cock until it was fully soaked. You finger gently gliding over his tip causing Ran to jerk up with stimulation.

“Feels so fucking good baby” Ran said in-between kisses. You could feel his words having an affect on you by the slick that was now coating your inner thighs.

As much as Ran enjoyed your hand massaging his cock he needed more, he needed to feel the warm tightness of a cunt clenching down on his cock.

Ran grabbed at your waist once again, but this time placing you on his lap as you attempted to do earlier. Your hand that was once on his cock went to his shoulders while your mouths remained connected. Ran had placed your soaking cunt on top of his leaking cock, hands remaining on your waist as he moved them back and forth so that your soaked panties now grinded against his cock.

“Ran” you moaned out against his lips as your clit was being rubbed up against his cock making you more needy to feel his cock stuff your clenching cunt.

The moment Ran’s name slipped from your lips; he lifted your hips slightly from his cock as his fingers grabbed your soaked pantie pulling it to the side. Your now exposed cunt was hovering over Rans erect cock, feeling his dripping cunt brush against your puffy folds making you moan at more.

Ran didn’t care about foreplay, all he cared was to feel your wet warm walls around his aching cock, so without a moment’s hesitation he pushed your hips down, his cock slipping into your pussy with no difficulty as you were already dripping for him. You pussy now fully sheathed Ran’s cock, but within a moment he began thrusting up into your cunt causing you to moan out his name.

“Ran” you moaned out as he began thrusting sporadically into your cunt, Ran couldn’t wait for you to become accustomed to his size or for you to begin moving, he had gone far too many days without his balls being drained.

Ran was now thrusting into your pussy like a desperate man, like your pussy was water and he was a man dehydrated. His cock sliding against your soft spongy walls, the slickness of your pussy driving Ran wild as he continued thrusting. Ran as now pussy drunk and all he cared was that his cum was stuffing your pussy.

Your hands grabbed at his shoulders as his thrusts became deeper and harder causing your walls to clench down harder. You could feel yourself get closer and closer; the way Ran’s cock grazed that deep spot inside you to the way your clit was lubed up with his pre-cum as it rubbed against his pubic bone was making you see stars.

Ran was close to; he could feel his cum travel from his balls and through his shaft just waiting to be released out of his tip and paint your walls white and sticky.

“Fucking cum, I can’t cum until you do baby” Ran said no fucking your pussy so good that only there was a loud squelching sound echoing out throughout his massive penthouse apartment.

“Fucking cum” Ran screamed out, causing your walls to clench unbearable tighter as you came hard. Screaming Rans name over and over as you tightened around his cock.

The moment you came Ran followed immediately as the tightening of your pussy made the cum that was pushing through his cock to finally shoot out into your cunt. Ran could feel his balls get lighter as you milked his cock.

You and Ran stayed like that for a while, with you grinding down on his cock riding out your high for as long as possible while your pussy simultaneously milked his cock till he was shooting blanks.

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Rindo sat in his office in the Bonten Headquarters doing his daily admin work, minding his business, that was until he heard someone aggressively open his door and enter with loud obnioxious steps. Rindo looked uo from his work to see that it was none other than Ran who came in so aggresilvey.

Rindo starred at his older brother for a moment.

“Here” Ran said slamming down a wad of yens onto Rindo’s office desk.

“You fucking win” Ran said as he walked towards the door.

Rindo soon realized why Ran had placed the wad of yens, causing the younger Haitani to start laughing realizing that his brother had lost their bet.

“So, who was it with” Rindo said with a smirk on his face while he began counting the wad of yen.

Just as Ran reached the door, he turned around, now with a smirk of his own painted on his face.

“(Y/N)”

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