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“Where do you want this gun, angel?” Ran coos, pausing to trace the side of your face with his gun until it reaches your temple. “Here?”
You’re waiting for his next move with baited breath, hands almost turning white as you clutch on his vest in need.
“Or here?” Ran asks again, this time, the muzzle of his gun pressed on your clothed cunt, nudging your sensitive bud. You shouldn’t be finding this arousing but you do. Moments like this, you realize that you’re just as fucked up as your boyfriend.
“Ran, please.” You’re mewling, angling your hips, seeking the littlest bit of stimulation you can get in your desperation to have him.
Ran Haitani. Ran haitani. Ran Haitani. You are Ran haitani’s bitch, always needy and ready for him– whenever and wherever.
“My whiny little slut.” He chuckles before finally pressing his lips against yours, your tongues swirling and dancing in each other’s mouth and fuck if that doesn’t turn him on.
“It's seven in the morning, haitani. seven in the fucking morning.” You hear kokonoi’s exasperated voice from behind the couch and it makes you giggle, especially when your boyfriend flips him off.
“Don’t mind him, guys. keep going.” Sanzu cheers from somewhere in the room followed by a collective of groans from his colleagues.
You don’t get to hear the others’ quips when ran pulls away, his purple eyes hooded and shining with lust as they trace over your flushed countenance. “Take this off, pretty.” He’s tugging on the elastic of your panties before letting it snap back on its place, eliciting a mewl from you.
“Don’t keep him waiting, pretty!” Sanzu, once again, makes his presence known before rindou hits him on the back of his head.
Like the obedient girl that you are, you don’t waste another minute as you remove the nuisance that is your underwear, leaving it on the carpet.
“Hold this for me, angel.” He hands you the weapon and you immediately take it without hesitation. You know he’s waiting for you to do something to provoke him even more so you pull the gun up to your mouth, petal lips wrapping around its length, finger on the trigger.
“Fucking hell.” He murmurs under his breath, hands taking out his even more hardening cock out of its confines as he locks eyes with you. The red colored dot on the safety rousing that animalistic urge to fuck into you.
You wordlessly lift your hips so he can line his tip along your folds. The action makes you moan around the gun, saliva trickling on the hard metal of the weapon the same way your slick is slowly wetting his dick.
“Come here.” The first of his length pushes past your folds without so much resistance due to how wet you are. The sudden warmth enveloping his cock makes him groan, eyebrows furrowing in concentration before he snaps his hips up into you until you’re sitting on his manhood and the head nudging your sweet spot just right.
“Still so tight.” he hits the side of your thigh then squeezes it in appreciation when your walls contract around him, hugging his rigid girth so perfectly.
“Five million yen, he’s gonna make her cum in seven minutes.” Sanzu suddenly offers, fist in the air and waiting for Rindou to acknowledge him.
Your boyfriend’s brother seems unbothered, sipping on his coffee before replying in the most uninterested voice. “Bet.”
“Seven minutes? That’s too long. i say four.” Takeomi slaps his hands on the kitchen counter, watching as the two of you hump each other on the couch where they all laze around when their days are boring.
“Two minutes. Ten million yen.” Kokonoi interrupts them, smirking. Seems like he’s finally had his fill of coffee hence the sudden change in moods.
Somewhere within the same room, Kakucho and Mochizuki shake their heads in disappointment before going back to discussing politics like old men.
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“Who won your stupid bet?” Mikey asks, munching on a dorayaki as his lifeless eyes switch from faces to faces of his men.
“Ran did.” Sanzu grumbles under his breath, glaring at the older haitani who doesn’t even spare him a glance, too busy feeding you and flirting with you on the dining table.
How he won, you ask? He announced to everyone how he denied you countless orgasms while overstimulating you in the process. He also forced them to pay up or else they’re gonna get hit with the use of his trusty baton.