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“Ranpo,” you giggled, swatting his arm as he reached to untuck your shirt. “We are at work!”
“But I’m out of snacks…” Ranpo whined. He took his glasses off and folded them up, setting them on his desk. He flicked his hair aside before peering up at you with sweet olive eyes. “And I’m hungry. And I want something sweet.” He pretended to pout, crossing his arms over his chest and turning away from you slightly.
“Okay, okay, give me a minute to finish putting together this file for Yosano and I’ll run out and get you something.” You planted a kiss on the top of his head and began to walk back to your desk.
“No!” Ranpo stamped his foot on the ground as soon as you started to walk away.
Startled, you nearly dropped the folder you were carrying. “N-No?” you stammered. Outbursts from Ranpo weren’t unusual, but normally he wasn’t so short with you.
You turned to look back at him. Ranpo held your gaze, an unusually serious expression on his face. He silently motioned for you to come toward him. You obliged, setting the folder on the nearest desk (Kunikida’s, the poor thing) and resisted the urge to roll your eyes as you approached him.
Once you were within arms reach, Ranpo grabbed the top of your skirt, fisting the waistline and dragging you into him.
Still seated, he reached up with his other hand and patted your cheek, ushering your face closer.
It was impossible to deny his antics, but this was ridiculous. Still, you huffed to yourself as you leaned in, no harm no foul.
Ranpo quickly placed a searing kiss on your lips, and you nearly choked on your sharp inhale, but he slid his fingers through your hair before you could break free.
It didn’t feel bad. Truly, you weren’t in the mood for working, so any distraction was welcome, but you just wanted to get home and sink into your bed. Preferably with Ranpo beside you. It wasn’t a must, and if he didn’t finish his tasks soon you were going to leave him to use his talent to find his way home.
The feeling of his warm hands beginning to roam pulled you out of your thoughts. His hands were surprisingly gentle, carding through your hair and dancing along your neck, your shoulders, deftly making their way down to your waist. Ranpo ran his fingers along the inside of the top of your skirt this time, intent on finally untucking your shirt.
But you chose that moment to deepen the kiss and his efforts were lost as your lips costumed his mouth, hot breaths one and the same, an incessant want building inside of you.
Undeterred from his prize, Ranpo took a different route and snaked a hand between your thighs, kneading the soft flesh that was fully exposed to him. He slowly worked his way up to the apex of your legs, brushing his fingertips along the warm and slightly damp fabric of your panties—before abruptly pulling his hands and mouth away from you.
You had just started to grind down on his adventurous hand when Ranpo left you to watch in protest as the only contact between the two of you became a string of saliva connecting your lips.
You whined softly. It was never a good idea to get promiscuous in the agency’s office, but you were so done with work and Ranpo had offered such a tantalizing repose.
Ranpo smirked at your desperation and wrapped an arm around your waist. You mistakenly thought he was pulling you in for a hug, but no, he just wanted that blouse out of your skirt. Your jaw dropped in indignation as he cheekily plucked the hem of your shirt from your skirt and ran his slender fingers over your hip bones and traced above the line of your skirt along your stomach and around your navel.
He’d never admit it, not even to you, but he just thought you had the cutest tummy and god, he wanted to kiss it so bad right now, to nibble on your skin and make you moan.
Ranpo froze as he felt himself hardening in his trousers at the thought. He quickly pushed you away with a slap to your ass, sending you back to your desk.
“That was enough to tide me over. Now hurry up on that file so we can leeeeeave,” Ranpo’s command turned into an insistent whine.
It felt like hours before Ranpo was actually done with the day’s work. The office, long abandoned except the two of you, was completely dark. You had fallen asleep at your desk, the file for Yosano long completed.
You awoke to a light tap to your shoulder, you groaned, frowning at having fallen asleep at your desk. Disgruntled and exhausted, you let Ranpo pull you off of your desk. The two of you secured the office before heading out into the streets of Yokohama. You and Ranpo quickly ended up at the train station. It wasn’t many stops to your apartment, but Ranpo took no time in passing out on your shoulder. He was slumped against you, hat slid over his face, small breaths warm on his neck.
You smiled. He looked so peaceful. Unlike his previous demeanor at the office, you mused. You didn’t know what had gotten into him, but it was surely gone now. You gently pet his hair and took his hand, lacing his fingers through yours. You could have sworn the corners of his mouth raised just a smidge.
And then you were at your stop, and you and Ranpo were stumbling off the train onto the platform. There were no crowds. It took no time to get to your street, to your apartment building, and as you were making your way up the stairs to your apartment, digging through your bag for your keys, you felt an unusual breeze beneath your skirt.
Your froze, eyes darting behind you, only to see your boyfriend innocently lifting your skirt to admire the view.
“Ranpo!” you squeaked, tugging your skirt out of his hands and back down. Then you realized your shirt was still untucked. Did he intend to ruin your entire outfit before you even got home?
He just smirked, eyes crinkled in mirth. You sighed and made your way up the final steps to your floor, pushing the door open to your hallway and nearly collapsing in relief at the sight of your door.
Before you could finish turning the key in the lock, you were being pushed against the door, a hand on your thigh, another in your hair.
Ranpo’s lips were ghosting above your neck, and all the little hairs across your body stood on edge at the whole situation.
And then he wasn’t touching you anymore, just reaching around you to snatch the keys and open your door.
You set your bag down, slid off your shoes, and made your way to the kitchen. Flicking on the lights, you called over your shoulder, “If you give me a minute, I can heat something up for us.”
But Ranpo was pulling you out of the kitchen, straight toward your bedroom.
“I thought you wanted food?” You were so confused at his actions this evening.
“I didn’t say that!” Ranpo retorted indignantly. “I said I wanted something sweet. I want to taste you.”
Your heart hammered in your chest and you felt that warmth begin to pool between your legs again. To be honest, the feeling hadn’t completely disappeared since he slid his hands over you the first time that evening back at the agency office, it was just back at full strength now. Ranpo’s words just made your legs quiver and your heart race all over again, every part of you aching for his touch.
Unbeknownst to you, that was just how Ranpo wanted you. Needy and thirsting for him to kiss you, to touch you, to be inside of you.
He pressed a kiss to your temple before shoving you onto the bed, joining you in an instant. He made quick work of your clothes. Those damn clothes that had been hindering him all day. First to go was that offending shirt, pulled up over your head, and thrown off somewhere you could worry about later. Then came your skirt. He tugged on the hem, and you wiggled your hips up a bit so he could slide it off, fingers grazing your hips down to your thighs as he went, his touch lighting your skin on fire.
You bit your lip and he noticed, green eyes twinkling at your reaction. “Did my little miss like that? You like when I touch you?” He gripped your hips with both hands, lightly digging his nails into your skin and you whimpered. “My little miss is soooo naughty.”
His devilish grin, coupled with those words and the feeling of his hands on your waist was too much to receive at once and you ground down onto nothing. Ranpo tutted, removing his hands from your waist. He pretended to look thoughtful for a moment, before patting your bare stomach and getting up from the bed. He caught the immediate look of panic in your eyes and soothed you by gently stroking your hair. “Sit tight just one moment,” he assured you and you nodded.
His hat and cape long gone, Ranpo undid his tie, then his belt. They joined your clothes on the floor. You watched intently as he kicked off his socks and unbuttoned his vest and flung it off, and went to do the same to his white button-up, but then grinned wickedly as an idea came to his mind.
“Come here, woman,” he ordered.
You obediently crawled to the other side of the bed and awaited his next command.
“Take off my shirt.”
You complied, sitting back on your knees and reaching out to undo the lowest button, closest to you.
You were shocked when he slapped your hand away and hissed, “Not that one, woman. You always start from the top.”
You nodded again, looking up at him apologetically with big doe eyes. He leaned his head back and exhaled loudly through his nose as your fingers grazed his neck to undo the first button.
Your nimble fingers worked efficiently, despite the fact that you were shaking a bit from all the conflicting signals.
The moment the button-up fell to the ground, Ranpo was pushing you back onto the bed, a knee between your thighs, a hand in your hair, and a hand undoing your bra. He flung the offending garment as far away as possible before burying his face between your breasts.
You shifted down onto his knee, letting it press up into your core and provide some much needed friction. You groaned softly at the relief, the volume of your groan increasing as Ranpo moved from the valley of your breasts to the dip of your collarbone, inhaling deeply.
He could get drunk on your scent, he decided. You just smelled so lovely, he didn’t know how it was possible.
Ranpo began to place soft, open-mouthed kisses along your skin, reveling in the way you shivered and arched your back under his touch. He fisted your hair and slid one hand to your waist, caressing your skin as he pushed against your clothed womanhood with his knee.
“Po… Ranpo!” you cried, desperately rutting yourself against him, trying to feel everything.
“No miss,” he scolded, removing his knee from between your legs.
You nearly sobbed at the loss, but Ranpo slid his hands under your back to help you sit up, then he rolled over to where you had previously just laid. He extended an arm out to you and tenderly stroked your hip, then ran his fingers under the waistline of your panties and slid them down your legs. He was in awe of the stickiness that clung from your cunt to the fabric of your panties, watching it with eyes as he continued to lower the fabric until the tendrils of your arousal were freed from your skin and collected in the fabric.
Ranpo reached his other arm for you to steady yourself with as you sloughed your underwear off from your kneeling position. Taking the soaked garment in both hands, he brought it up to his nose and inhaled deeply, then looked over at you, holding your gaze to be sure you would watch him as he licked a strip of your wetness off the cloth.
“Ranpo, no!” you shrieked, covering your face. “That’s unhygienic!”
“No it’s not, why won’t you ever believe me when I say just how good you taste and smell?” he twirled the undergarment around his fingers before casting it aside. “But… I want the real thing. Will you please sit on my face now?” he asked cheerfully, making grabby hands at you.
You just gazed at him incredulously.
He sighed and shook his head. “Maybe I didn’t make that clear. You are going to wrap your thighs around my head and ride my face until you cum all over me. Is that good enough for you? Did you have other plans tonight?”
“I─” you began, wildly unsure how to respond, eyes frantically searching the room, looking anywhere but at the man laying on your bed. “I─”
Ranpo gripped your jaw and turned your head to face him. “Use your big girl words,” he cooed. “I know you can do it.”
You gulped, feeling more slick dribble down your thigh. “Yes Ranpo, I would love to sit on your face and ride you until I… cum all over you,” you choked out, face heating up at your dirty words. It was true, though, and you couldn’t deny it, not with how much you ached to have some part of him inside of you.
“That’s a good little miss,” he praised you, steadying your hips as you placed one leg on each side of his head and slowly lowered yourself onto his bare chest.
His hands slid to your ass as he squeezed your plush cheeks, pulling you forward. “I said my face.”
You hesitantly scooted yourself closer until your hips were hovering over Ranpo’s head. You weren’t given a moment to adjust as he immediately proceeded to suck on your clit, rolling his tongue around your devil’s doorbell as you rocked your hips into the sudden pleasure.
As Ranpo proceeded to lavish affection onto your sensitive nub, he slid his hands from your ass down your thighs, kneading the flesh he loved so much with strong fingers, but also serving to hold you in place as you rode his face.
Ranpo nosed his way down into your sopping folds, licking at your juices that continued to trickle out of your cunt. Your poor little cunt that had been clenching around nothing all evening. He couldn’t wait to get in there.
But first things first was cleaning up this mess you’d made of yourself. You were so wet, and you still hadn’t come. Not that he minded. Ranpo swirled his tongue along the outside of your folds, gathering your natural honey in his mouth and swallowing it down.
Hearing your breathy pants and moans of his name above him spurred him on. He dove into your inner folds, slurping just around the entrance to your pussy before prodding his tongue in.
You nearly collapsed on top of him at the long-awaited intrusion, struggling to hold yourself upright. You leaned an arm against the headboard and rested your forehead against your hand, eyes clenched shut as your stomach started to tighten. You bucked your hips against Ranpo’s mouth, seeking your ascension into even higher pleasure.
Ranpo loved watching your struggle to stay coherent above him. He continued to devour your soft insides as one of your hands yanked tightly on his hair.
Your eyes flew open, eyebrows skyrocketing as you felt his hips thrust into thin air behind you. You leaned back, appreciating the change in angle it gave Ranpo to your sopping cunt, but also how you now had the freedom to move your arms. You daintily placed your hand over his crotch and put some of your weight on it.
The groan that left his mouth and vibrated through your entire being had you clenching around nothing. Ranpo bucked up forcefully into your hand, momentarily forgetting his tongue had a job to do.
“Ranpo…” you murmured impatiently, “please. Don’t stop! I’m so close!”
Taking heed to your incessant cries, Ranpo moved his mouth back onto your pussy, and you keened at just how perfect his tongue felt, lapping against all the right places, diving into your cushy walls again and again.
He had to ignore the twitching of his dripping cock for now. It would get attention at some point tonight. Sure, it hurt a bit, and sure, it was annoying how you couldn’t keep your palm in just the right spot so he could fuck your hand, but he had insisted you ride his face, and he definitely was going to make you come by his mouth before the two of you did anything else.
Ranpo’s face was soaked with your juices, your slick dribbling down his chin, his jawline, his neck. He would have to make you clean it up later, but for now he was focused on the beautiful sight above him, your head thrown back, tears pricking the corners of your eyes, chest heaving, breasts jiggling─you truly were his goddess. He couldn’t help but moan against you, and the vibrations from his mouth sent you over the edge.
You ground fiercely onto his tongue, back arching as you cried out that you were cumming. Your body shook, every muscle clenching as your inner walls spasmed around Ranpo’s tongue, but that didn’t slow him down. He was bent on delivering you to and through your high because he wanted to taste every last drop you had for him.
It was so worth it. Your orgasm had you spilling out a fresh wave of your sweetness right into Ranpo’s mouth, and he lapped it all up, tongue tracing every fold in search of the last of your juices.
You finally came down from your high collapsing heavily onto his chest, a new view of your luscious tits filling Ranpo’s field of vision.
He gently pushed you down further so he could sit up a bit, kissing each of your nipples as he did so.
“Ranpo…” you sighed out, your body’s sensitivity on overdrive this soon from your first orgasm.
“You did great, little miss,” he whispered, stroking your hair, gazing up at your exhausted figure adoringly. “But I have another request I need you to help me with now.”
You didn’t question it as he sat up fully and pressed you over his aching member. You watched him grit his teeth and decided your fatigue wasn’t enough to keep you from another round.
“Pretty please?”
Ranpo didn’t even need to ask.