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Perfect. Ran watched as a group of three girls entered the penthouse. Two of them, he knew personally through Rin. The third, you. He had never met. But he was familiar with your older brother. Sanosuke L/N. Sanosuke was a member of a previous rival gang, and boy did he have a mouth on him. Sanosuke didn’t know when to shut the fuck up. So, Ran being the man he is felt he needed to make a point without agitating or starting up another gang rivalry.
Word on the street was that Sanosuke had a sweet little sister, innocent little thing. No one had ever seen her around though, Sanosuke was sure to keep you safe and tucked away and out of the eyes of the streets and other gang members. She was a good girl, attending college attending the occasional frat party but for the most part focusing on your studies like your big brother asked you to.
You looked starstruck when you entered, curious wide eyes scanning the luxurious penthouse following in step with the two girls you knew from campus. Your family was considered well off, but this place was off the wall bourgeoise.
Even the tile (marble maybe?) looked expensive, shiny and pristine and no blemish in sight despite the hordes of people trampling over its surface. There was no way neither of these girls knew the owner of this place. You were jolted out of your own thoughts by one of your chaperones shoving a crystal whiskey glass in the palm of your hand.
“O-oh. I’m not drinking.” You held the glass out in front of you, waiting for one of the girls to take it. They both stared at you in silence, blinking dumbly before making eye contact with one another and then looking back to you again.
“Really? You’re going to pass up on a 100,000¥ glass of bourbon?” Yui shot you an incredulous look curling her lip slightly as if she were affronted by your objection. “Come on, live a little all of this is free, we’re not even supposed to be here. We were lucky to even be invited.”
Clasping the glass in your hand you shook your head defiantly, as Yui turned to the marble island to grab two more glasses passing one off to Hina. Hina only bobbed her head up and down to the music playing in the background enthusiastically bringing her own glass to her lips to down her own in one smooth gulp.
“Free” Hina reiterated, wagging her finger in your face as if you were an errant child.
You sighed internally, annoyance starting bubble in your gut from the way these two were acting already. You weren’t supposed to be here. You didn’t want to be here, but by some miraculous feat, you were convinced to do something completely out of your comfort zone.
Yui and Hina were fun to be around, but they were a little too extra for your tastes. The way they were dressed and the way they scouted the room gave off the idea they were looking for someone. A lot of the attention was fixated on the colorful and rather slinky outfits that they wore.
Both of the women stood out, brightly colored leggings and mesh crop tops that exposed the dusky tint of their areolas. These two were definitely not a group that you had the confidence to hang out with often.
As if she were reading your mind Yui turned her attention back to Hina rolling her eyes at your demure demeanor.
“I wonder where Rin is, he said he’d be here.” Hina only shrugged her shoulders, resting her forearm on the island as she inspected her neon yellow acrylic nails.
“I’m sure he’s here somewhere.” she mumbled idly as Yui brought her cellphone apathetically scrolling through her messages.
And there you were. You looked so innocent, frazzled, and out of place compared to your boisterous cohorts. It was obvious that they were causing your nerves to fray, along with the environment that you were stuck in. Rin wasn’t lying, you were absolutely adorable. Your frame wrapped in a thin strapped little black dress, that looked to be silk. It left just enough to the imagination, wrapping snugly around every little curve that you possessed.
Ran’s lilac eyes hovered over your figure, eyeing the immaculate skin exposed from the dip of the back of your dress. The stilettos looked expensive too, the red bottoms didn’t even have a scratch on them. Your brother must take really good care of you, I bet he has no idea you’re out well past your curfew.
You’d been listening to Yui and Hina babbling to themselves, now obviously intoxicated for at least 10 minutes.
“Yui, Hina.” a cool voice called over the lo-fi that was playing in the background.
Both girls shifted their attention almost simultaneously, a wide grin spreading across Yui’s face. A blonde had approached your small group, streaks of blue tinting long strands of his hair; both hands shoved into the pockets of his navy Neighborhood jacket. Pulling one hand free of his pocket, he adjusted the round gold framed glasses he’d been wearing before speaking.
“Sorry to keep you waiting.” he hummed, his gaze flitting over towards you. He raised a brow, a smirk following soon after. “Who’s your friend?”
You unintentionally tightened the grip you had on the glass you were still holding onto, regardless of not taking one drink. This must be the “friend” those two have been looking forward to see all night. Yui and Hina were giddy, leaning in and brushing up against the newcomer trying to get his undivided attention.
“Rindou, this is y/n. She goes to school with us. Isn’t she cute?” Yui’s red painted tips turned up into a crooked smile as she glanced back towards you, running her bright pink acrylic nails along Rindou’s jawline.
He knew who you were, but it’d be rude to disregard you completely before he snatched your friends away for the night. Rin nodded lazily, his line of sight twisting upward over your form bottom to top allowing both girls beside them to loop their arms around his own.
“Y/n, want to join us?” Hina pursed her lips as she asked the question, already knowing the answer.
You kissed your teeth, obviously perturbed. But smiled none the less barking out a sarcastic laugh. You got the insinuation for sure, and you had no intention of being any part of it. These two were lightyears ahead of you in terms of experience.
“You two go ahead, I’ll be fine thanks.” You watched in faint interest as the group of three waltzed off in the opposite direction, thoroughly unamused.
“Bitches...” This was enough reason for you to depart for the evening. “Whatever.”
Turning on your heels, with the intent to head back towards the entrance you nearly collided with an oversized lanky figure that had suddenly appeared behind you. A large palm rested itself at your lower back, hot to the touch to keep you from toppling over.
Craning your neck up towards the ceiling, your eyes met a pair of ultraviolet orbs burning into your own. Startled, you attempted to back away from the stranger only to have them tug you closer.
Flushing in embarrassment, your lips parted to sputter out an apology of sorts with you nervously glancing off in the distance to avoid the man’s face.
“I’m sorry.” smiling sheepishly, you turned to sit the glass of bourbon down on the counter behind that was pressing into your back. You were waiting on him to release you, but the seconds ticked by and his hands still remained flush against you with zero intent to move.
Ran smiled inwardly at your timid reaction eyes darting anywhere around the room refusing to connect with his own. He expected you to promptly slip out of his hold but you remained quiet as the tips of your ears began to burn red.
Tipping his neck down so that his bright eyes could meet your own, he smiled lazily at the startled expression on your face.
“You alright, pretty?”
Your breath caught in your throat momentarily, as Ran entered your field of view soft features and thick eyelashes catching you off guard. He was the pretty one, he was really fucking pretty. Long dark hair pulled neatly into braids with a surprisingly crisp middle part. His dye job was a little questionable, but he definitely pulled it off. It complimented his fair and blemish free skin.
The nickname only spurred your embarrassment in the end, forcing you to break eye contact while tucking your bottom lip in between your teeth. A silky-smooth chuckle erupted from Ran’s throat as he returned upright, his hand cupping your chin and lifting it upright to meet his face. Drawing his thumb over your bottom lip he tugged it free from the confines of your teeth.
“Cat got your tongue?” he chirped teasingly, continuing to swipe the smooth pad of the digit over your lip.
The vibration of his voice, the warmth of his touches, were causing your common sense to all but deteriorate. You finally managed to find your voice as the hand on your lower back began to draw soothing circles in your skin.
“I’m Ran, and you are?”
Wetting your lips, you responded shyly, swiping a few stray curls back behind your ear.
“Ah... I’m y/n. I’m sorry, I-I just.” you trailed off, becoming slightly irate at how your nerves were unraveling.
Ran was clearly entertained. Was it really this easy to fluster you? So sweet. Reaching behind you, he returned the glass that you had sat down, urging you to enjoy it.
“Here, drink. That shit is too expensive to go to waste.” Slipping one long arm over your shoulder, Ran started to walk across the open kitchen giving you no choice but to follow him. “My brother swept your friends away, leaving you here to fend for yourself. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you company.”
Raising a brow curiously you followed beside him attempting to match his long stride, bringing the dark brown liquid to your lips. You took a small sip, your brows knitting together at the numbness that came along with it as it seeped down your throat. It was smooth, no doubt expensive at how easily it went down.
“Your brother?” you questioned meekly, as Ran lead you towards a staircase.
Unslinging his long arm from over your shoulder, he began to ascend the steps leaving you behind.
“M’hm. Did you like what you saw?” he glanced back pausing in mid gait.
You shrugged in indifference, again breaking eye contact with him.
“No, he’s not really my type.” you cleared your throat, dragging an index finger around the rim of your glass as you stared into its contents.
Ran raised an eyebrow, now intrigued. His smile broadened until you could make out the whites of his pointed canines as he peered in your direction. He looked predatory, shifting his weight over the metallic banister attached to the staircase.
“And what exactly is your type, princess?”
Another nickname that sent waves of heat both to your face and to your core. Instead of answering, the glass of bourbon was back at your lips tipped upright sucking down what remained.
Ran smirked slightly, offering you his hand and you took it with zero hesitation his large hand completely engulfing your smaller one. He pulled you along behind him, quietly humming to the music playing as you both ascended the stairs.
“It’s a little quieter up here, you can relax until your friends get back.” He ended up shoving a door open at the end of the long hall, leaving the door slightly ajar once you both entered.
The room was nice, a large open space with a king-size bed in the center. The left side of the room had two enormous casement windows that gave a grand view of the busy nightlife below.
“Whose penthouse is this?” you blurted, stalking closer to the window. You were admiring the view, the lights, and the dusky sky filled with gloomy-looking clouds. Your vision was starting to swim, the full force of the dark liquor now running through your bloodstream with a vengeance.
“Does it matter?” Ran observed you from a safe distance behind, shoving both hands into the pockets of his dark slacks. You were starting to sway a bit, pressing your fingertips against the glass for support. Smiling gleefully, he crossed the room grabbing your hand to pull you towards the edge of the mattress.
“Here, sit down. Let's talk.” he watched as you plopped down on the mattress, one of the straps from your dress slipping off of your shoulder in the process. The alcohol must have hit you pretty hard because your pretty face was now flushed and you had a glazed look in your eye as if you were millions of lightyears away.
Ran hummed to himself as he took a knee before you, draping both of your legs over his knee. You jolted in surprise as watched him cautiously, bracing your hands on the edge of the mattress so you didn’t fall back.
“What are you doing Ran?” you inquired, quietly watching as he slipped both stilettos off your feet. He placed them neatly on the floor and stood upright taking a seat next to you on the bed. Combing a few stray curls behind your ear he pursed his lips.
“I just want you to be comfortable, pretty.” He chuckled to himself reaching into his jacket pocket pulling free a neatly rolled joint. You watched intensely as his tongue darted out of his mouth to wet his lips, pinching the roach in between. Fishing a lighter out next, he ignited the end of the butt, red and orange embers crackling to life.
He breathed in tentatively, once. Twice. And then a third time inhaling deeply, holding in the fumes for a few seconds before exhaling.
“You smoke, y/n?” Ran canted his head to the side as he observed you, bright eyes flitting over to the strap of your gown that still hung idly off of the curve of your shoulder.
You shook your head slowly, watching as the opaque plumes of smoke wafted towards the ceiling before dispersing.
“I don’t.” your lips had gone dry, observing the beautiful man beside you. He adjusted your legs again guiding them up over the side of the mattress and pulling you into his lap.
“Want to try?” Ran’s hand returned to the small of your back tucking you against his chest.
“N-no.” you shook your head moving your hands to settle on his chest, lightly pushing him away from you as he brought the joint back to his lips to take another hit. Everything felt surreal as if you were floating in midair. The light touches on your lower back and inner thighs sending shockwaves of something you couldn’t identify through your core. You could feel his deep inhale beneath your fingertips as his lungs filled with smoke.
Ran’s hand that had been resting at your back, slid upward across your shoulders, to pinch your jaw between his slender index and thumb squishing your cheeks together. That lazy smile was back on his face once again, eyes half-lidded as he drew your face towards his own. This time you didn’t hesitate, his lips slotting over your own as he exhaled smoke into your parted lips.
Slightly taken aback by the influx of thick smoke singeing your throat you exhaled, coughing haphazardly as both dainty hands tensed around the fabric of Ran’s jacket. Releasing his grip on your cheeks he laughed to himself as he rubbed circles in the middle of your back.
“You okay?” he asked avidly, nudging his nose gently against your temple.
Shooting him an astonished look you cleared your throat before speaking sputtering out your complaint in surprise.
“I can’t believe you just did that!” he only smirked again, turning to return his attention back to the blunt he was smoking.
“You’re cute, y/n.” He exhaled another plume of smoke directly into your face causing you to veer backward and away from him. His arm around your waist kept you from going any further. “Blowing smoke in your face or stealing a kiss?”
You stilled, parting your lips to speak but no words came only a timid squeak as you hid your reddening face in the crook of his neck.
Ran burst into mirthful laughter, obviously entertained at your innocent behavior. He took the joint he’d been tending to and leaned over putting it out directly on the surface of the end table.
“So sweet,” he murmured sifting his fingers through the mess of curls falling over your shoulders, the hand wrapped around your waist grinding your bottom half harder down against him.
A shudder ripped down your spine and you held your breath when he again tipped your mouth up towards his own. Swallowing the lump that was forming in your throat you pushed at his chest in a feeble attempt to put some distance between you.
“W-wait Ran.” You mumbled nervously. Ran ended up silencing you with his mouth, his tongue brushing past your lips in a slow anticipatory lick towards the back of your throat. He didn’t wait for you to respond, his tongue bullying its way past your lips swiping over every inch of your mouth.
His ministrations were taking your breath away, a blistering heat beginning to form in the pit of your stomach. You groaned into his mouth weakly upon feeling the unmistakable bulge pushing along your inner thigh. You weren’t sure how to react, shaky hands fumbling in the loose silk of his shirt pulling him closer.
Finally, he pulled back inspecting your dazed expression. Eyes blown wide with surprise and glossy with unshed tears, lips swollen and rose-colored from the onslaught they had just endured. You looked needy, thighs pressing together to relieve the gentle ache that had been building between your legs.
Ran was calm, that same lazy smirk plastered on his face as his tongue ran itself over his bottom lip.
“What’s wrong pretty? You want something?” he teased, running his thumb over your bottom lip.
You squirmed at the nickname, jolting in surprise as he maneuvered your legs so that you were straddling his lap. He raised both eyebrows expectantly, placing a soft kiss along the curve of your jaw.
“More.” You stammered, dazed. “I want more.”
You could feel Ran’s dick, already hard beneath you and nudging against your core. Whimpering, you lifted your hips off of the offending bulge only have to have Ran clasp his hands on either side of your hips pulling you back down against him.
Tutting in disapproval, he placed another featherlight kiss along your jaw.
“Na-uh, if you want more, I’m gonna give you more.” His fingers seized the hem of your dress, pulling it up and over the curve of your ass before grinding his erection painstakingly slow against your lace-covered pussy. “But you’re not going to run from me.”
You let out a choked sob, your insides twitching as you endured the delicious friction of Ran rutting up against you. You were soaked, you could tell from how uncomfortably your thong clung to your sticky folds.
Embarrassed, you made an effort to shift again resulting in Ran gripping your hips harder, fingertips dimpling the skin.
“It f-feels good Ran.” Clutching Ran’s shoulder with one hand, you slid away from him rolling your hips forward. You groaned at the friction it provided against your clit bucking forward continuing to gyrate against his hips.
Ran hummed in approval, using his own hands to guide your hips along the lengthening swell of his dick.
“Damn baby, you’re good at this. Who have you been playing with, hm?”
Shaking your head in denial, you tossed your head back as Ran nipped at your exposed pulse.
“N-no one.” you mewled. “I’ve never-” You squeaked in surprise at the hard slap that collided with your ass cheek, Ran palming the supple flesh as he rasped into you harder.
“Liar.” Ran’s gaze peered up from your writhing form and over to the door that had been left slightly ajar being pushed open. Rindou stood leaning lazily against the door frame, a small clutch and cellphone gathered in his palm.
Tipping his chin in acknowledgment, he watched as Rin placed the items he assumed belonged to you down on the end table near the door.
Rin observed the two of you in keen interest from his spot, the hushed sounds of your whimpers and labored breathing filling the open. One of Ran’s hands pulled the material of your thong aside, swiping two fingers across your exposed pussy.
You convulsed, a desperate mewl escaping your lips as you moaned Ran’s name.
Rindou chuckled lowly from his position at the door crossing both arms across his chest.
“Ooh, she sounds so pretty. You gonna’ share that one?”
Ran scoffed, rolling his violet eyes before wrapping an arm around your waist so that he could adjust your position, laying you below him flat against the mattress and him settling in-between your thighs.
The pair of brothers casually carried on a conversation as if you weren’t even there, Ran’s fingers languidly dragging the plethora of wetness between your legs up your slit. Letting out a muted whimper your hands clutched at Ran’s bony wrist, to keep his fingers from bumping your already sensitive clit.
“Don’t you have two bitches to slobber on your balls already?” he emphasized the word “two”, watching as you desperately arched into his touch below.
“More than two.” Rin quipped, grinning in amusement.
“Get out, and close the door behind you Rin.” pulling his fingers from the confines of your underwear, he examined the slick that had accumulated. “Oh, you’re a nasty girl hm? You’re drenched.”
Rin exited the room a moment later, a faint click indicating that he had left. As if on cue, Ran sat back on his knees, grasping hold of your calves tugging you down until your ass met the edge of the mattress.
Yelping in surprise, you watched as Ran slipped his fingers under the band of your thong taking it off in one swift motion. Heat shot to your core along with embarrassment at Ran’s sharp intake of breath when he eyed your glistening pussy.
“Look at you.” he hummed taking hold of your dress again slipping it over your head and throwing it off to the side. He groaned inwardly, his tongue passing over his bottom lip. “Perfect tits too.”
You flush, embarrassed moving to cover your breasts with your hands but Ran is quicker, now hovering over you and pinning your hands to either side of your head.
“’ Don’t stare..”. you whined, Ran placing a chaste kiss on your forehead before his mouth latched onto your pulse, placing wet kisses down the column of your neck.
“Na uh, pretty. You’re perfect and so good for me.” His mouth found one of your nipples soon after, suctioning the pert bud eliciting a strained whine from your throat. Releasing the nipple with a pop, he continued kissing over the taut plains of your abdomen, taking a moment to take the stud of your naval piercing in between his teeth tugging on it.
You squirmed underneath him as he released your hands hooking his arms underneath your legs, holding you tightly against him. You wiggled against him feeling his hot breath fanning against your slippery cunt, your body going rigid when he licked an exploratory strip up your slit humming in approval at the squeal you produced.
Ran only tightened his arms around your legs, diving face-first into your cunt, holding you close so you couldn’t pull away. Was this pleasure or torture? It felt so good, but it was overwhelming at the same time. You couldn’t even breathe properly, struggling to swallow what felt like gallons of saliva seeping out the corners of your mouth.
Ran sealed his lips around your swollen bundle of nerves, suctioning briefly before delving his tongue into your core lapping at your entrance.
Your moan was immediate, your body squirming trying to wrench free from the vice-like grip Ran had on your thighs. This was a first, although you had been away at university for the past two years, your older brother made sure everyone stayed away from you.
Never in your life had you been this intimate with anyone, let alone had anyone’s face between your legs slurping hungrily at your messy cunt like a starved man. It made your toes curl, your breathing hitch, and the amount of warmth snowballing up into your gut made your thighs tremble.
“Ran” you squeaked, french-tipped acrylic nails clawing gingerly at the hands locked around your thighs.
Upon hearing you utter his name; Ran only pushed his tongue further inside of you, tongue prodding the textured walls of your tight cunt. Bringing his thumb slick with your arousal to your clit, rolling the swollen bud between his fingers.
Your body jolted, thighs clamping against Ran’s head squishing his face in between as the pressure in your loins suddenly caused you to combust. One second all the tension in your gut was forming a hard knot in your belly and the next your release is dripping out of you in gush soiling the Egyptian cotton sheets underneath. Your back arched towards the ceiling legs trembling as Ran pulled his head from your core planting a soft lingering kiss on your clit before sitting back on his knees.
“Good fucking girl.” he praised. Standing, his long fingers undid the first two buttons of his shirt pulling it off and tossing it into a forgotten corner of the room.
Dazed, you propped yourself up on your elbows your fuzzy vision readjusting on a shirtless Ran unbuckling his belt pulling it from the confines of his slacks. From this angle, he looked enormous. Tall and lean, with half of a large tattoo etched into his chest and abdomen.
Blinking dumbly, you continued to observe him, still rattled from the aftershocks of your orgasm. You watched deft fingers working the clasp apart on his pants, him shoving them down allowing his long, thick, pretty cock, to spring out slapping against his lower abdomen.
You gawked in silence, as he palmed his length his thumb rubbing over the rosy tip smearing the precum that had gathered along his lip. You looked so confused, innocent doe eyes engrossed in the way he stroked himself.
Ran bit his bottom lip, chuckling darkly as leaned towards you grasping hold of your jaw to angle your gaze away from his cock and up to his eyes. The motion had you scuffling to prop yourself up on both of your knees, anxiously chewing on your bottom lip.
“You ever sucked a cock, princess?”
Your mouth opened, then closed, opened again. You were stunned, looking just like a fish out of water at the sharp edge in his voice. Your eyes flitted back to the hand gripping the pale appendage, an abrupt jerk forcing you to make eye contact again.
“Answer me.” he urged, squishing your cheeks together causing your lips to pucker.
If your eyes could have gotten any wider, they would of. You nodded quickly, heart hammering in your chest all of a sudden, you were the most sober you’ve been all night.
“No.” you whined feeling the ache between your legs returning tenfold. It wasn’t like the idea of sex had never crossed your mind; you just had no interest in it. Nor did you have time to partake due to an overbearing older brother and father. Should you be excited about putting that in your mouth? You swallowed as Ran released the firm grip he had on your cheeks, his hand still in place at the base of his length.
“Come on pretty, open up.” Your cunt fluttered at the sound of his voice, a faint moan escaping your lips as you willingly obliged. Leaning forward so that you were on all fours, you opened your mouth sticking your tongue out flat and wide.
Ran nodded in approval closing the short gap between as he grabbed a handful of curls at your nape waiting for you to take him in. You wrapped your lips around the tip cautiously opening your mouth wider as he guided you forward hand still in your mane.
Your brows creased in concentration as he pulled you forward, inching himself further into the warm dampness of your mouth; a groan followed with him throwing his head back pleasure. You could taste him on your tongue, a clean, salty, bittersweetness with the scent of whatever body wash he had been using. He tasted amazing, and his skin was like velvet against your tongue. It only made you more enthusiastic swiping the tip of the moist muscle along every prominent vein it could reach.
“Yeah, that’s it, pretty girl, use your tongue. Fuck-” You gagged as he snapped his hips forward, clutching his thighs as buckets of saliva creeped out the corner of your mouth. His cock hit the back of your throat and you unintentionally swallowed around the intrusion earning a quiet groan followed by a few expletives. Fuuuck, you’re a natural. You look so good choking on my dick.
The grip in your hair tightened as he started to thrust his hips back and forth, inhaling a sharp breath as he watched you struggle to control your gag reflex. You weren’t wearing makeup, but if you were, you’d swear there would be a thick line of mascara following the tears that fell over the balls of your cheeks.
Ran’s body began to tense up, the sturdy grip he had on your hair becoming more incessant as he shoved himself further down your throat. You could feel his dick, seize inside before thick ribbons of cum began to fill your throat nearly choking you. He held your face tight against his pelvis, the stubble of his pubes grazing your nose as you struggled to inhale through your nose so you wouldn’t suffocate.
Peering up through your wet lashes, you took in his glazed appearance eyes boring into you headily as something that sounded akin to growl erupted from his throat.
“Swallow.”
Slamming your eyes shut your hands shot up to grip his thighs, your throat contracting as his warm seed spewed down your throat. Pulling you off of him, he released your hair watching you sputter and cough frantically trying to regain your composure.
Before you could sit back up, Ran was on top of you pushing your back flat on your back, his knees on the mattress causing it to dip under his weight.
Prying your legs apart he’s rutting his length against you spreading your arousal along your weeping slit. Panic began to rise in your chest as a finger prodded your entrance slipping into the warmth of your cunt.
“W-wait, Ran I’ve never-” You grimaced at the intrusion throwing your arms around his neck to ground yourself whimpering at the faint sting it brought.
“Relax for me, pretty.” Coaxing a second finger inside the tightness of your core he began to pump them in and out, your body tensing at the sudden stretch. The more he played with your cunt, the better it felt, your insides adjusting to the welcome intrusion.
Tightening your grip around his neck you groaned incoherently, the tension between your thighs building up so high it's almost unbearable. You tighten up against his fingers, whining, desperate, as he shoves them deeper all the way to the knuckle.
“Mmm, it-” you inhaled sharply burying your face in the crook of his neck. “It’s... Agh!”
“You’re doing so good baby, just relax,” he murmured, curling his fingers inside the wet heat of your cunt.
Wrapping your legs around his torso you cried out at the friction of his fingers, his thumb flicking over your clit causing a jolt of electricity to shoot up your spine. Your legs began to tremble around him the red-hot tension that had been building in your gut close to shattering completely.
Ran pulled his fingers from your sopping core, eliciting a needy whine from your lips as he adjusted himself aligning his dick with your soaked entrance.
“Don’t sound so upset, I’m going to fill that pretty pussy up.” Sliding his length between your folds, coating himself with your slick he pushed into your quivering hole, your body tensing up immediately. You dug your nails into his shoulders, acrylic nails leaving a sharp indentation behind.
You nearly screamed, biting your lip to keep the pained yelp from your throat.
“No, no it hurts!” you whined, choking on the deep breath you were trying to take.
Ran shushed you sternly, gripping the soft flesh of your hip firmly as he held you in place, steady underneath him.
“Relax baby.” Slotting his mouth over your own, he kissed you slowly nibbling on your bottom lip. “You’re tense. Breathe.”
Breathe. You inhaled deeply, trying to will away the way your body had become rigid. While you repeated the mantra in your head, Ran had stilled, pressing wet, languid kisses along the column of your throat. It felt so good. You moaned, feeling his teeth skim across the diamond earring piercing your cartilage.
“You ready?” he murmured, waiting for your acknowledgment. Nodding yes, you drew your arms back around his neck.
Ran groaned as he pushed himself inside you in one go, eliciting a pained whimper as you tightened your arms around his neck nearly choking him. The sting of tears pricked the corner of your eyes as you inhaled sharply, Ran peppering your jaw with soft kisses as if to soothe you.
“You feel so fucking good.” Ran slurred. Slowly, he began to rock to hips into you, short, shallow, steady thrusts allowing you to adjust to his girth.
You were still so tight, your slick insides clenching and molding around him. He was holding himself back, every muscle in his abdomen rippling in protest. The friction between your legs edging him painstakingly slow c to an orgasm.
The sound of his heart hammering in his ribcage is starting to drown out your whimpers until he finally hears you begging for more.
“M-more Ran, please.” you whined breathily, drawing your legs tighter around his waist to suck him back in as he pulled out.
“You want me to fuck you?” Ran grunted in approval, pulling out completely observing the excess of slick that coated him oozing down your thighs. An instant later he was sheathing himself back inside all the way to the hilt.
“Oh! God...!” you whimper at the sheer force of him slamming into you, your walls struggling to accommodate his girth as he buries himself inside of you. The sharp pain and friction overcasting a thick fog war muddling your thoughts and rational judgment.
“Ran.” You moaned desperately into his ear, hot breath unfurling along his neck. “Fuck me harder, please.”
Ran’s dark lusty eyes raked over your face, brows knitting together in concentration. You didn’t know what you were saying, you couldn’t know what you were saying. Reading your expression from the slightly parted swollen lips, glazed look in your eyes that seemed to zoom in and out of focus the longer you looked at him.
You were fucked out of your mind, mindlessly spitting out anything your brain concocted and it turned him on to no end.
“Fuck, don’t beg like that.” his hips rutted against you eagerly, sliding in and out of your gummy walls. Inching one of your legs over his shoulder, he pressed further into you as if he were trying to imprint himself within your walls. You were so eager and willing to please it seemed, it made his cock swell with delight within you. “You’re so good for me, y/n.”
Swiping the pad of his thumb over his tongue, he reached down swirling the digit over your clit reveling in the whiny, desperate sounds you were making.
Throwing your head back, an unexpected scream bubbled at the back of your throat the impending orgasm finally causing your dam to burst at the seams. Your orgasm came crashing down on you overwhelmingly intense, a stream of crystalline tears following in its wake.
The way your muscles tighten around his length is enough to have Ran reacting the same soon after. The hand that was still teasing your clit disappeared to find purchase at the base of your neck squeezing lightly as he continued to drive into you.
His tempo increased and with that, his thrusts became careless and uncoordinated. You could feel that he was close, short messy thrusts with his cock stilling inside of you. He moaned loudly as he nearly collapsed on top of you dropping your outstretched leg from over his shoulder propping himself up elbows on either side of your head.
You could feel the warmth of his seed filling you up and in response wrapping your legs tightly around his waist as if to draw him in deeper. The heavy sheen of perspiration that had built up on his forehead and body was still heavily apparent as he lowered his face down to yours devouring your lips in a sloppy kiss.
Ran pulls himself out of you, the warmth of his body receding from your own as he disappeared from your line of sight. You were exhausted, groggy, and the pulsing warmth radiating from in between your legs had been reduced to a dull ache.
You flinched upon feeling a warm washcloth being pressed against your core, the mattress dipping under Ran’s weight as he began to wipe away the mess between your legs. You were startled, heat rushing to your face as you tried to clamp your thighs shut.
“You don’t have to” you said, a hand on your inner thigh prevented the motion, as he continued to clean you up, the touches so delicate and slow they were starting to arouse you again.
“So sensitive, aren’t you?” A sly grin crosses Ran’s face as leaned in between your legs allowing two of his fingers to spread your puffy lips apart. You squirmed at the hint of his warm breath sweeping against your swollen nub. “Such a pretty fucking pussy.”
Your ears were beginning the burn, the longer he sat there scrutinizing the way you laid there, spread open for him. Placing a hand over your mouth to muffle your hushed whimpers, you looked towards the glass window.
You were blessed with another messy kiss on your clit that caused you to jolt forward whining a complaint. The tight seal of his lips around the swollen bud had you near tears as you shook your head.
“Ran, please I can’t.” glossy eyes snapped back to his own and he relented shuffling himself beside you, wrapping an arm around you so that he could cradle you to his chest.
Shifting in his grasp, you attempted to sit up so you could part ways with the pretty stranger you’d just met.
“I should probably...” you trailed off, unsure of how to word what you wanted to say. His hold on you hardened, as he buried his face in the mess of your hair.
“Na, uh. Stay.” Placing a kiss on your shoulder he pulled you in tighter.
You allowed him to embrace you, the exhaustion suddenly hitting you like a ton of bricks. For this to have been a one-night stand, it seemed to be pretty intimate. You were prepared to gather your belongings and leave just to avoid a walk of shame in the morning.
Sleep came sooner than later, a blanket of exhaustion swallowing your surroundings.
Bonus: The next few encounters with Sanosuke, and his gang members always seemed to go accordingly without a hitch. There were no more sly remarks, just a hard glare and a couple of curses underneath his breath. There were times he could swear he could hear his teeth grinding every time Ran had approached him.
Oh, he must have heard about his little sexual escapade a few months back. Smiling lazily, Ran nodded to Sanosuke before he approached.
“How’s your sister doing Sanosuke? I haven’t heard from her lately,” he questioned, quite amused.
Sanosuke was visibly rattled his jaw setting into a thin line. He didn’t retort, turning his gaze off into the distance as he scoffed.
Ran leaned towards him shoving his hands in his pocket. He feigned a pout, scratching over his chin with his index finger.
“I kind of wanted to take her out, but if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were hiding her from me.”
Sanosuke snapped, flaring his nostrils in Ran’s direction.
“You can get that bullshit it out of your head right now.” He rolled his eyes turning his back to Ran before stomping off. “You ain’t never gonna see her again. I made sure of that. Stay away from my fucking sister.”
Ran watched as Sanosuke left the warehouse, his own interest now piqued. It had been over a month since he’d last had contact with you. But that was normal considering what he did for a living. Every once in a while, you’d reach out, but you hadn’t done so for an extended period of time. Taking out his burner he typed a quick outgoing message.
Ran: I need a favor.
His phone chimed almost immediately with a response.
Sanzu: Something fun, I hope.