UKITAKE JUST LOVE ME PLSSS. I Wanna Be Your Girl

UKITAKE 😖 JUST LOVE ME PLSSS. I wanna be your girl 🥺

r u mine ? | haitani r.

haitani ran x fem!reader

summary: you accidentally push your boyfriend just a bit too far during a night out at the club with his friends

warnings: possessive!ran, jealous!ran, rough sex, degradation, semi-public sex, manhandling, mirror sex, established relationship (ran x reader), slight gaslighting + implied relationship issues

wordcount: 3.9k

notes: back on my bullshit w jealous!ran >:(

He knew you could feel his stare boring into the back of your head from across the room as you shifted uncomfortably on the barstool where you were grinning at Sanzu Haruchiyo, listening to him prattle on about the competition he had just lost against Kakucho. And he knew that you didn’t really care about what Sanzu was talking about but his hand curled tighter around his drink as he watched you entertain him, leaning back in his seat, breathing in deep through his nose as he took a long swig of his drink.

Calm down.

But his blood ran molten hot as he watched you laugh as Sanzu leaned in close to you, practically draped over your shoulder as he slurred on about how Kakucho totally cheated in the drinking game, about how pretty you look, and about Ran. Sanzu Haruchiyo had never been a quiet talker and Haitani Ran had good hearing, so even from halfway across the club he could hear Sanzu loudly bitch on about how Ran didn’t deserve you.

And Ran could only swallow thickly at the words. Because maybe Sanzu was right. Maybe he didn’t deserve you. He had a temper that caused too many arguments between the two of you, he got nasty and said things he didn’t mean and it wasn’t fair to you. But more than that, he was selfish and Ran would never admit those things, and he would never admit that maybe he didn’t deserve you.

And he wasn’t sure if it was fear or fury that made his stomach twist uncomfortably as you pet Sanzu’s hair gently, almost cooing at how Sanzu was nuzzled into your neck, practically moaning at the feeling of your fingers running through his hair--the same way you had lulled Ran to sleep the other night when he had woken up from a nightmare and was unable to fall back asleep.

He felt sick. It took all of his self-control to not get up from where he was sitting with Rindou and storm over to you. You should be doing that with him--not fucking Sanzu, who everybody knew was in love with you because he made no effort to hide it. 

But you weren’t doing it with him because, like always, he had lost his temper and said something hurtful when you mentioned wanting to come with him to the club to celebrate the successful deal Bonten made with their rival. And it wasn’t like he didn’t want you going out with them--he loved when you joined him and Rindou at the club. He didn’t like when you joined them when Sanzu was around--because Sanzu was much touchier, much bolder, and much more lovesick when he was drunk and high. It wasn’t you he didn’t trust, he was fucking Sanzu, who had no respect for your relationship with Ran and pursued you as if you were single.

And Ran hated it. It wasn’t like he wasn’t secure in your relationship--he loved you and you loved him, he knew that and he knew you wouldn’t leave him, but Sanzu Haruchiyo managed to get under his skin every time he smiled pretty at you, desperately trying to get your attention. And Ran was already three drinks in and his patience was waning fast as he watched Sanzu drape himself all over you like a fucking whore and as he watched you let him. 

He was going to throw up.

He could feel the bile rise to his throat as he watched you smile softly and smooth his sweaty hair out of his face, as he watched Sanzu look up at you with a sort of reverence that should only be reserved for gods. And the worst part was that he knew damn well that you weren’t even doing this maliciously. He had watched Sanzu stumble up to you, already drunk out of his mind, and he had watched the worry flash through your face as you steadied him and helped him sit down, calling the bartender over to bring water. He knew that you would never go out of your way to purposefully hurt him (unlike him, a dark voice reminded him, who spat the nastiest things when he was angry only to hurt you. Guilt rose and he forced himself to push it away. His chest felt heavy. Why was he like this? Why couldn’t he be better?)

He let out a shaky breath, slamming his cup down on the table so hard that it nearly shattered, pressing his hands to his face.

He was gonna fucking lose it. He could feel it, he could feel his blood heating up, he could feel his stomach churning and his chest aching, he could feel a rage-induced haze beginning to latch on to his mind.

Breathe, he told himself, forcing himself to take in deep breaths, ignoring Rindou’s call of his name. It was hot, he was too hot, it was suffocating, he couldn’t breathe and he could feel the sweat beading at his forehead and Ran didn’t know what to do. He unbuttoned the first few buttons of his dress shirt, trying to help himself cool down. Breathe. Breathe.

He needed to breathe otherwise he was going to do something he regretted, something that might drive you away for good.

For good, the words echoed in his head. What if it already was for good? What if he had pushed it too far this time? 

No, he told himself, but he could feel his heart sinking in his chest as he listened to you giggle at whatever Sanzu said. No, you wouldn’t. You’ve had plenty of fights like this before and you hadn’t left.

Maybe this one was one too many.

“Ran, calm down,” Rindou’s voice sounded a million miles away even though he was sitting in the booth right next to him.

Ran’s eyes peeked out from above his hands to look at his brother, to tell him to fuck off because he was calm, he was perfectly fine, there was nothing wrong but as he looked up, he caught sight of Sanzu leaning in close—too close—and he caught sight of the pretty blush decorating your cheeks.

One that should only be reserved for him.

Ran was on his feet in an instant, ripping his hand away from Rindou’s as he darted forward to curl his hand around Ran’s wrist, trying to stop him with a sharp call of his name. 

Ran’s blood was roaring in his ears as he made his way right toward the two of you, tunnel vision on the two of you even as Kakucho tried to step in his path to stop him, shoving him away hard as he drew closer to you and Sanzu because who the fuck did Sanzu think he was? Who the fuck did you think you were?

And a distant part of him knew, he knew that you were only entertaining Sanzu because of how drunk he was, that whatever he was saying meant nothing to you, that you were only with him because Ran had left you with Kakucho and Kokonoi in a fit of pettiness when the two of you arrived at the club, still seething from your fight.

“‘s jus’ s’dumb, d’nno why you wan’ him when y’could have s’much better? ‘n-n-n ‘m not the best, but I’d treat y’better than him at least, y’know?” he could hear Sanzu slur as he approached, “s’much better, ‘d treat you s’good, like you deserve.”

And as you opened your mouth to respond, a sudden burst of fear chilled his blood because Ran didn’t want to know what your response to that was. He didn’t want to hear you agree that yeah, maybe Sanzu would treat you better, maybe you deserved more than a douchebag who lost his temper and made you cry and never apologized, that you regretted saying yes when he asked you out two years ago.

The fear gave way to anger, as it always did.

“Get the fuck up.”

The words spit out so viciously that you physically jumped, eyes wide as you turned to look at him but you didn’t move fast enough, he couldn’t stand the way that Sanzu only leaned deeper into you, lips practically brushing your skin as he let out shaky breaths, eyes dilated from whatever he had taken earlier.

Ran’s hand darted out before he could stop himself, a bruising grip curling around your bicep as he yanked you right off the barstool sending you stumbling into him. A sick glee swept through him as Sanzu yelped, trying to steady himself but his attention was on you. You and your pretty face with your wide eyes and parted lips as you started up at him in shock. 

And his anger almost melted away at the genuine confusion gracing your face because he knew, he knew you didn’t mean for it to come across as you did, that you were just trying to help Sanzu not pass out at the bar but he caught sight of Sanzu pouting behind you, shooting a longing look in your direction, and the anger returned with a vengeance.

His lips were pressed together tight and his glare was nothing short of lethal as he pulled his gaze from Sanzu and back onto you.

“Ran-“ you began and he hated how he faltered at the sound of his name on your lips so he only tightened his grip, yanking you forward without a word and Ran wasn’t even sure where he was going as the large crowd of club goers parted at the sight of an enraged Haitani, as you stumbled into his back trying to keep up with how fast he was walking and how hard he was pulling you along.

Calm down, the more rational part of him begged him as he heard you plead with him to slow down but he could barely even hear you over the blood roaring through his ears, over his fury.

He caught sight of the bathroom out of the corner of his eye and turned abruptly, dragging you through the club and into the crowded bathroom.

“Get the fuck out,” and Ran didn’t have to yell at the men crowding in the large bathroom. Everyone knew who he was, and what organization he belonged to. They caught sight of the tattoo branding his throat and fled the bathroom without a single noise or complaint.

And once the door swung shut and the final man left the bathroom, Ran finally turned toward you, the silence deafening as he stared down at you with lidded eyes, trying to figure out what the fuck he should say.

Just tell her you didn’t like how close she got to Sanzu, the rational part again spoke up, begging him not to make this worse.

“Are you done acting like a fucking whore?” the words slipped from his lips before he could stop them. He winced, regret already pooling as hurt spread across your face.

“Ran, I wasn’t-he was drunk, I-“

“He was drunk, so you felt the need to let him hang all over you,” and he was screaming at himself to shut up, but the words kept spilling past his lips, “You fuckin’ reek of him. Can smell him on you from here.”

His hand shot out to curl around your jaw tight--too tight--squeezing your cheeks together hard as he leaned in close, “You like prancing around in your tiny fuckin’ dresses ‘n letting any fucker throw himself all over you, don’t you? Saw you with Kakucho earlier too. How many cocks do you need stuffin’ you before you’re fuckin’ satisfied? You want Mikey’s next? Or maybe Rindou? You want my brother to fuck you full of his cum too?” 

He could feel your face heat up under his fingers, he could see the tears well in your eyes as you looked up at him.

Shut the fuck up, you’re making it worse-

“You want me to call ‘em in here?” Ran spit out, “want me to call ‘em in here and have ‘em run a train on you? Maybe you just wanna be Bonten’s filthy fuckin’ whore instead of my girlfriend, yeah?” 

“No!” you were sobbing, the tears were spilling from your eyes, over your cheeks and wetting his fingers. Your voice was garbled from how tight he was squeezing your cheeks but he could still make out your words, “No, Ran, only want you, I only want you!” 

And he hoped the breath he let out didn’t sound as relieved as he felt because your words started to calm the storm raging in him. Only want you, the words echoed and Ran’s throat felt tight as he searched your glassy eyes, trying to decide if you were telling the truth or lying to make him feel better. 

His grip on your jaw loosened, “Only me?” he asked again, voice quieter as he waited for your reaction.

You nodded as best as you could with his grip on your face, ‘Only you,” you confirmed, and Ran’s tight jaw relaxed, considering you before leaning back on his heels, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips.

“Well how ‘bout you prove it?” he drawled and you blinked up at him, unsure of what he meant. His free hand curled around your waist to flip you around, pushing you forward. You let out a surprised ‘oof’ as he bent you over the sink counter, one leg slipping between yours to knock them apart. “Gunna let me fuck you real good, aren’t you, doll? Then ‘m gunna send you right back out there with my cum leakin’ out of you, so they all know just who you belong to.”

Ran’s hand slid up your body, fisting your hair tight and lifting your head from where it was resting against the sink, forcing you to look up and into the mirror. His eyes met your wide, teary ones through the reflection, waiting for you to say something as he unbuckled the belt holding his slacks up with his other hand.

After a few moments, you nodded. Ran’s grip on your hair tightened, waiting for a verbal confirmation.

“Yes,” you finally gasped, “wanna prove it, ‘ll prove it, Ran, ‘s only you, only you!”

A soft groan slipped past his lips at your words, pulling his cock from his pants and guiding it toward your cunt as he pushed your tiny dress up over your waist, pushing your panties over to the side, sliding his fingers between your drenched folds before nudging his tip against your entrance, relishing in the long whine that you let out as you tried to push your hips back against his.

His thoughts darkened again. Were you this wet for Sanzu? Or him?

“Sloppy fuckin’ cunt is already soaked,” he said, voice low, “Turned you on having Sanzu all over you, didn’t it?”

He watched you in the mirror, as your brows furrowed before his words finally registered in your head and you began shaking your head rapidly, “N-no,” you stuttered, a whimper escaping your lips as he pushed the fat tip of his cock into your cunt, one hand coming up to press down hard against the small of your back, stopping you from trying to fuck yourself back onto his cock. 

“No,” you cried, “No, Ran, ‘s cause of you, ‘m wet cause of you.”

“Yeah? It’s ‘cause of me?” he questioned, watching you nod your head frantically at his words, tears sliding down your cheeks, smearing your pretty makeup, “You got this wet from me dragging you across the club like a misbehaving child? You really are a fuckin’ whore, aren’t you? Bet you did this on purpose just to fuckin’ piss me off.”

“N-no, no, no, Ran, I didn’t, I-oh!” your protests dissolved into a loud whimper as Ran pushed his cock deep into you--his eyes half-rolling back at the feeling of your cunt squeezing his cock so fucking good. “Oh god, oh god, Ran ‘s s’big, you’re s’big, hol’on-”

Ran took in a shuddered breath as he felt your walls tightening and fluttering around his cock, his fist tightened in your hair when your eyes squeezed shut, “Watch,” he said, voice rough as he forced himself not to pull his hips back and thrust himself deep inside of you, priding himself on his self control. 

Your eyes fluttered back open, wide and dazed as your gaze focused back on his through the mirror, jaw slack from the stretch of his cock against your walls. He leaned down over you, lips brushing your ear and eyes steady on yours as he spoke, “You see this?” you whimpered in response, “You feel how good you’re suckin’ me in? This is all fuckin’ mine. My pretty pussy. Not fuckin’ Rindou’s, not Kakucho’s, not Sanzu’s, not yours, all fuckin’ mine. Say it.”

“‘S all yours, all yours, all yours,” you sobbed, “‘m all yours, Ran, please just fuck me already. Please, please, pleasepleaseplease-”

And Ran let out another shaky breath at your words, “Yeah, you’re all mine?” 

“All yours, only yours,” you babbled, “Please, Ran, please-”

All yours, it echoed through his head as he pulled his hips back and snapped them back into you--a loud, shameless moan spilling past his lips as you cried out his name, cunt clenching hard around him. He pulled your hair, hissing as he pressed his hand down harder into your back, spreading your legs open further so he could fuck himself deeper into you, his tip brushing your cervix with every thrust. 

And you were crying his name so fucking loud that there was no way that everyone in that club couldn’t hear you--not loud enough, he thought to himself, picking up the pace of his hips, fucking you faster, rougher, pushing down on your back so hard that he knew it would be bruised tomorrow, cock driving into you so deep that he knew it must be on the verge of painful, that your thighs would be black and blue from the force of his thrusts driving you into the sink.

But you didn’t seem to care, and Ran almost came on the spot when he realized that you were sobbing and begging him for more--deeper, harder, faster, please Ran, please, need more.

You were fucking perfect. God, you were so fucking perfect for him, he bit down hard on your neck, tongue lapping at the beads of blood drawn from his teeth, moaning against your skin at the pornographic moan of his name torn from your lips, at the way your cunt fluttered around him as he brought you closer and closer to your high.

You were so fucking addicting, he could never get enough of you--he swore, he swore that your pretty pussy was made just for him. His pretty pussy, he reminded himself, not fuckin’ yours. His pretty pussy, his pretty girl, his, his, his, his, all fucking his. 

“Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, ‘m gunna cum, Ran, feels s’good, you feel s’good,” you wailed, “S’good, s’good, so so so so so good!” 

“Yeah, I do, and I’m the only fuckin’ one that can make you feel this good,” he groaned, sloppily kissing up your neck to behind your ear, “Say it.”

“You’re the only one,” you nodded your head frantically, “The only one that can make me feel so good, the only one, only you.”

He moaned into your ear, biting down on your earlobe lightly before tracing his tongue along it, hot and dizzy from your words ringing through his ear, from the feeling of your walls tightening around his cock. The hand pressing down hard on your back slipped around your body, fingers flicking lightly at your puffy clit and the reaction was instant. The air was ripped from his lungs as your cunt squeezed him hard, as you came all over his cock, walls spasming around him, crying his name so loud that everybody in the club must’ve heard you.

“Oh fuuuck,” Ran gasped, head light and vision spotty as you threw him so suddenly over the edge, spilling his seed so deep inside your cunt that it had you whimpering and whining, body spasming and twitching underneath his. And for a second, all he could do was lay there, panting and desperately trying to catch his breath, reeling from the intense and abrupt orgasm. 

After a moment, he pulled off of you, hissing as his cock slipped out of you and he tucked himself back into his pants. Chest once again heavy as he helped you stand up, taking in the bruises on your thigh and bicep, the teeth marks marring your neck. 

His lips parted to apologize, say sorry for all of the awful shit he had accused you of, say sorry for treating you so roughly but no words came out.

“I shouldn’t have let Sanzu be all over me like that,” you said quietly, still half out of it as you looked up at him through your lashes, “I’m-”

“No,” he said, interrupting you before you could get the words out. “No, I… I’m sorry. I knew you were only entertaining him because he was drunk and high. I shouldn’t have…”

Done all of this, he said, looking over your smeared makeup and marked up body.

But you only smiled, “S’okay, baby,” you said and Ran all but melted at the pet name, shoulders slumping as he reached forward to cup your cheeks gently, pressing his lips against your forehead, “I kinda liked it.”

He rolled his eyes, chuckling against your skin, before pulling back and looking down at you with a teasing smirk, “Well I could tell that much from how you kept begging for more,” he said, a genuine smile tugging at his lips as you giggled at his words and leaned into him. His smile faded after a few moments, “I’ll be better,” he added quietly, remembering the argument that led to this situation in the first place, “We keep arguing. It’s my fault, I can’t control my temper and-”

“Your work is… difficult,” you said quietly, “you’re stressed all the time, and I know I make it worse sometimes by being so passive aggressive about things. We both have things to work on, okay?”

He let out a soft breath, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his chest, kissing the top of your head, “I love you, y’know?”

“And I love you,” you said, and Ran’s throat felt tight as he buried his face in your hair because he knew he didn’t deserve you, and he knew he was lucky that you loved him because he knew that he was a difficult person to love. 

“Can we go home?” you asked after a few moments and Ran pulled back to raise an eyebrow, “wanna just relax ‘n watch a movie.” 

And Ran let out a soft sigh as he leaned in again to kiss your forehead--he knew Rindou would be pissy, and Kokonoi probably wouldn’t be happy about him leaving early either but… his eyes met your hopeful ones and he could only give you a small smile, “Yeah, let’s go home.”

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I just want Urahara pls 🥺 He’d give the bestest kisses in the world dammit 😞

haitani ran x fem!reader

warnings: gun play, exhibitionism, degradation/humiliation, facefucking, thigh riding, jealous/mean dom!ran, slight manhandling, rough sex, petnames (pretty, princess), unedited written on my phone at 3 am last night

thinking about pissing ran off during a bonten meeting—he always brings you along and usually it goes on without a hitch. You sit pretty in his lap, leaning back against his chest—sometimes warming his cock, sometimes just scrolling on your phone—but this time something went wrong. you fucked up, and you weren’t sure how, but you knew you did from the grip ran had on your waist, so tight it almost hurt.

maybe you had smiled too prettily when sanzu haruchiyo said hi to you, or maybe you giggled too much at one of rindou’s snide comments, but whatever it was, it set ran off and it had you on edge, because it took a lot to set off haitani ran and once he was set off, there was no going back.

you sat anxious the whole meeting, his fingers burying bruises into the skin of your hips as takeomi rattled on about weapon shipments; his voice icy and sharp when kokonoi began questioning him about income loss in roppongi.

and you could only sit there, lips pressed together in a thin line, fingers curling in your lap.

and when the meeting ended, and you tried to move to leave, he only clicked his tongue, “and where do you think you’re going, doll?” he said and you hesitated, not saying anything as you shifted back into his lap.

rindou was the last to leave the room. his eyes met yours briefly, shooting you a knowing look that you did not appreciate before he walked through the door and left you and ran alone.

“ran,” your voice wavered and just as you were about to continue, ran was standing up, shoving you to your feet and then to your knees.

you looked up at him, eyes wide; he stared down at you, lavender eyes cold. you watched as he shifted his dress shirt out of the way, and you watched as he pulled his handgun out of the holster on his side.

your mouth went dry.

“ran-“

“shut the fuck up,” your mouth closed immediately, you winced as ran grabbed the back of your head harshly, tilting it up, “think you can whore yourself out to all my colleagues, do you?”

“no, i-“

“i said shut your fucking mouth,” he spit out and your breath caught, “or better yet, keep it wide fuckin’ open for me, yeah?”

your lips parted to ask what he was talking about and your eyes widened as his grip tightened in your hair and he brought his gun toward your face, pointedly flicking off the safety before shoving the barrel through your parted lips.

you choked at the intrusion, gagged at the taste of metal on your tongue, eyes tearing up as you looked up at your boyfriend—blurry gaze barely able to make out his face above you.

“go on,” he said, “suck it like it’s my cock and i’ll consider not pulling the trigger.”

your mind went blank.

pulling the trigger?

“you dumb or somethin’?” ran demanded, “need some help getting started, fine.”

he tugged painfully at your hair and you gasped in pain around the gun, craning your head back at an awkward angle to shove his gun further down your throat, pulling it out only to drive it back in right away.

tears streamed down your face, your throat burned and ached, you could barely fucking breathe. the gun clanged against your teeth, echoing through your skull. you sobbed around the barrel of the gun, chest heaving as your boyfriend fucked your throat with his gun.

“look at you,” he cooed, and the cold look in his eyes disappeared, melting into one of sick glee as he watched you struggle to take his gun down your throat, “my pretty lil whore, aren’t you?”

you choked, struggling to nod around the gun, desperately trying to breathe through your nose. ran only laughed at you, letting go of your hair and pulling the gun from your lips, letting you drop limp to the floor, heaving and gasping for breath.

you barely had time to fill your lungs back up with air before ran’s big hand curled around your bicep, yanking you into your feet and into his lap as he sat back down in his chair, positioning you so that you were straddling one of his thighs.

he pressed his gun to your ribcage.

you watched him with blurry eyes, sure that your makeup was smeared and you looked a mess but ran only smiled thinly at you, bringing one hand up to cup your cheek gently, running his thumb over your lips. the touch was so soft it nearly made you forget about the loaded gun pressed deep into your side.

“go on, pretty, get yourself off on my thigh n maybe i’ll let you ride my cock after,” he said and you whimpered, swallowing thickly. ran bounced his knee in irritation and you gasped as he ground his leg lightly against your clit.

your hands flew to your boyfriend’s shoulders, nails digging through the silk of his dress shirt into his skin as you rolled your hips against his thigh, a long whine escaping your lips at the much needed pressure against your cunt.

oh god, why were you so wet already?

“god, look at you, fuckin drenched just from me fucking your face with my gun, yeah? already makin a mess all over my pants. you’re fucked up, princess, who gets turned on by gettin’ face fucked by a loaded gun?” ran laughed, but his voice was breathless and his eyes were lidded and dark as he leaned back in his chair, watching you rock your hips against his thigh, eyes fluttering shut as you picked up the pace, losing yourself to the steadily building pleasure.

and maybe you should’ve been embarrassed, you distantly realized that as your juices stained ran’s expensive dress pants, as you fucked yourself on his thigh like a bitch in heat, moaning and gasping his name, eyes half rolled back.

“they can all see us, y’know?” his words went in one ear out the other, his gun traced up your body to the bottom of your chin, shifting to turn your face to the side. your glassy eyes focused on a camera in the corner of the room, “no doubt sanzu and rindou are in there watching. maybe some of the others”

“oh god, oh god, oh god, ran ‘m so close, ‘m s’close,” your voice was half a slur as you cried out the words, nails clawing at him through his shirt.

ran didn’t say anything, instead watching raptly, bouncing his leg in time with the rocks of your hips, one hand coming to grab your waist and steady you as your vision went white, hips stuttering against his thigh as your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, staining his dark pants with your cum.

you shook on top of him, soft whimpers escaping your lips as you slumped forward, vision spotty and body on fire. but ran didn’t give you any time to recover, he was standing in an instant, twisting your body around to bend you over the conference table, flipping your skirt up and unbuttoning his slacks in two swift motions.

you gasped at the sudden movement, moving to brace your palms against the table but ran was faster, again, one hand shooting out to capture your wrists with one hand, pinning them to the small of your back so you couldn’t move while his other brought his gun to the back of your head, hyper aware of the cool tip of the barrel pressed to your skull.

“ran, ran, ran,” you cried as the fat tip of his cock nudged against the entrance of your cunt, body spasming as it slipped against the slick, grinding against your clit, “i ca-“

“say ‘i can’t’ and i’ll pull the trigger and find a better whore,” ran’s voice was sharp and cruel and you sobbed at his words even though you knew damn well he would never, but in your pleasure hazed mind you couldn’t quite remember that.

he didn’t wait for a response as he pushed his cock into you without warning. your eyes rolled back and a string of helpless babbles slipped past your lips as his big cock stretched your sensitive cunt, tip buried deep inside of you. your hands strained against his wrists, his grip tightened, he pressed the gun harder against your skull.

“oh god,” you let out another broken moan, torn between pushing your hips back and fucking yourself on his cock and trying to move away, body overstimulated from your last orgasm, “ohgodohgodohgod-“

ran drew his hips back and snapped them back into you without warning and you couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t breathe—he was too big, too long, too thick and he wasn’t giving you time to adjust.

a shameless moan left his lips and fire spread through your body again, pooling in your gut as he fucked himself deep into your cunt because there was no prettier sound in this world than haitani ran’s moans, that you were sure of.

“takin’ me so good, pretty,” he groaned, “‘lways take me so fuckin’ good.”

you could feel every inch of his cock dragging against your walls and the pleasure was building too fast, your legs were tensing and shaking and your body was trembling and the moans spilling past your lips were so loud that you were sure the whole building could hear you.

“c-cu-“ you tried to warn ran that you were about to cum but you couldn’t even get the word out before your second orgasm hit you and you were sure, you were sure that you had blacked out for a second—jaw going slack as ran fucked you through your orgasm, cock bruising your cunt as he drove himself into you deeper and deeper and deeper.

he let out another obscene moan when he felt your cunt tighten around his cock, “holy fuck,” he gasped and you whimpered when you felt his hips stutter against yours, spilling is cum deep, deep inside of you.

he let go of your wrists and your arms fell limp at your side, you laid on the conference table, gasping for breath and shaking as he pushed off of your, tucking himself back into his pants and flicking the safety back on his gun, putting it back in its holster.

he flipped your skirt back down and his big hands wrapped around your waist, lifting you onto your feet. unsteady, you stumbled into his chest but he only chuckled, leaning down to press his lips to your forehead.

“c’mon,” he said, a look in his eyes that you didn’t quite appreciate as he led you to the door, “gunna parade you around base with my cum dripping out of you so everyone knows just who you belong to.”

Could I please have age gap or breast worship with shinichiro? 💜💜💜💜

of course love! <3 that man is so deprived, he’d jump on a pair of tits if he could.

shinichiro x fem! reader. 18+ mdni!

cw. breast worship, boobjob? blowjob, implied maybe nursing kink? also implied breeding kink

his favorite part of your body is probably your breasts. they’re so soft and squishy. he loves holding them with you on his lap, your back to his chest, or when he’s spooning you in bed, hands massaging your doughy tits before he’s drifting off to sleep.

he also likes sucking on your pretty nipples, soft suckles and tongue circles or a little bite with his teeth that has you mewling. “milk won’t come out shin.” maybe he should knock you up and get you pregnant, fill you to the brim with his cum, so he can taste the sweet milk that’ll come out of your lactating tits. he’s dreamed a family life with you many times before.

but his favorite thing about your tits is how they nicely snuggle his dick between them. “holy fuck.” you suggested this to him one night as a new way to get him off because he’d usually lay his head down on your lap and suck on your nipples, stroking his dick and you combing through his hair, whenever he want to cum to your breasts. but this? this feels even better than usual.

his dick is being pillowed by your soft tits, tongue suckling on his sensitive head. he’s kneeled on top of you, lightly sitting on your stomach so he doesn’t put too much of his weight down. he groans and buckles his hips up at a particular hard suck, pushing his dick a few centimeters more into your warm mouth.

“open your mouth for me angel. with your tongue out and keep it open.” he starts thrusting into your tits, the soft slide of his tip rubbing against your tongue feeling even better than he thought that it has him shivering. “shit. this feels good baby.” he goes faster, his tip touching the roof of your mouth at each thrust.

then you lift your head a little to follow after his dick, vacuuming his head. shit, that has him cumming in seconds. his toes curl and his stomach clenches as his balls tighten, dick twitching at every spurt of cum. you swallow every drop, suckling gently on the tip.

send me a # and i’ll write a drabble!

If Uzui Tengen can have 3 hot wives, why I cannot have my own HHT?

Note: HHT means Hot Husbando Trio