#tr ran

Ran licks his bottom lip, “such a whore.” He murmurs, bringing his head back down so you could make out with him once more, but then you both are startled by a noise coming from Ran’s headset. He forget he still had them on…

“Haitani, fuck your bitch later.” It was Sanzu’s voice. “Get your head back in the game, you fuckin’ munch.”

Munch. That’s the nickname Ran’s been given since he started dating you. Every time you use your sweet little words, Ran falls right at your feet — he’s not ashamed about it one bit and he’s proved it plenty of times before, so this time isn’t any different.

“Fuck off, scarface.” Ran takes off his headset while Sanzu and the others are still talking.

Ran then leans down to lift up your shirt, kissing your stomach down to your bare cunt. Your pussy is still glistening from the previous acts from earlier that day. He wasted no time attaching his long tongue to your puffy clit, making you shiver from the stimulation.

“Ooh my god—” you arched your back off the couch when Ran added a finger in, grabbing his locks and pulling on them as he ate you out like a starved man.

You could hear Sanzu and other guys talking loudly on the headset, but you couldn’t see it ‘cause it was thrown somewhere in the room. “Ignore them and focus on me,” Ran murmurs, smacking your ass and dipping his head back down in between your legs.

“Ran, baby— I’m ‘bout to cum!” You moan, your body and muscles tensing up to prepare for the tidal wave of an orgasm. Your core heats up and unleashes a wave, making you see stars from the overwhelming orgasm.

As you’re calming down, Ran kisses your inner thighs and sucks on the flesh, leaving behind love marks.

He leans up and reaches in his pocket, taking out his phone. The flash went off as he took multiple pictures of your fucked out state. After taking the photos, he pulls down his pants and strokes his cock.

“Get up and turn your ass around.” He demanded and you lazily obeyed, turning around and tooting your ass up in the air. He placed his hand on your waist and his tip gliding up and down your slit. You were biting on your bottom lip from the friction of his tip gliding up against your slit, frequently nudging against your clit.

“Wait a sec,” Ran sat down with his back against the couch. “I’m kinda tired from earlier so can you ride me?”

“You’re always tired.” You said, grabbing his cock and stroking it before slowly sinking down onto it. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head whilst you began riding him. It went from up and down to back and forth on his length, skin to skin friction and the squelching from your pussy echoed throughout the room.

Ran was helping picking you up as if you weighed nothing, helping you bounce on his cock as the tip repeatedly hit that same spot over and over again deliciously — and the way your clit bumped his abdomen back and forth every time . . You were on cloud nine.

And apparently so was Ran from his facial expression, “fuck, princess, you’re squeezing the shit outta me!” He groaned, throwing his head back against the couch. “Pussy s’ fuckin’ good, shittt—” he murmured against your skin.

You suddenly grabbed his face and smashed your lips against his whilst cummin undone in the process. You slowly bounced your hips a few more times before finally succumbing to your orgasm, your body twitching from the overstimulation.

You could tell that Ran was close too, you could feel his cock twitch inside of you and how he closed his eyes shut and squeezed your hips — his nails digging into your flesh as his high washed over him like a tidal wave.

You started to kiss Ran shoulders as you laid there against him and he smacked your ass a few times before remembering he was on the game earlier. “Sanzu and the others will never let this go,” he said, chuckling softly.

You giggled, kissing his neck and jaw. “Oh, you’ll live.” You said, “you think you can go another round?”

Ran eyes widen and he chuckles once more, “girl you’re gonna be the death of me.” He grabbed your jaw and went in for a sloppy kiss.

he shoots up from the couch and nearly trips over his own feet as he rushes toward the kitchen — sees the way you set the table, the little details. folded napkins. his favorite side dishes. that one dessert you always said was too much trouble to make but you learned because he liked it once.

and then the guilt hits like a freight train.

his feet move on instinct, pushing your bedroom door open without knocking.

you’re awake.

sitting on the edge of the bed in one of his shirts, legs pulled up close to your chest. you don’t look surprised to see him — just tired. like you’ve already accepted whatever half-assed apology he’s about to give.

“baby,” he says, voice low and hoarse. “fuck, i… i didn’t realize.”

you don’t answer.

he steps closer, careful this time. “i was an asshole last night. i know i was.”

still, silence.

“i remembered the second i woke up.” his voice cracks. “i saw the table. the candle. the food. i saw everything. and it made me feel like the biggest piece of shit in the world.”

you finally glance up at him. “it’s not the first time, ran.”

he flinches.

“you keep forgetting,” you say softly. “maybe not dates. but me.”

he walks over and kneels in front of you, taking your hand in his. you try to pull away, but he holds on — gently, insistently.

“i don’t wanna forget you,” he whispers. “i’ve never wanted that. i’m just—i get caught up in all this bonten shit, and i convince myself you’ll always understand. that you’ll wait for me.”

you stare at him. “and what if one day i don’t?”

his grip tightens.

“then i’ll deserve it.”

the room falls quiet again, thick with everything left unsaid.

but then he rests his forehead on your knee. not in defeat — in apology.

“can i make it up to you?”

you exhale. “how?”

“however you want,” he says immediately. “just… tell me what i need to do.”

you hesitate.

“…start with heating up the food.”

he lifts his head, eyes wide. “you didn’t throw it away?”

“of course not. i spent three hours cooking.”

he smiles — crooked, relieved. “i’ll eat all of it.”

“you better.”

he leans forward and presses a kiss to your hand.

and this time, he sees you.

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it was their favourite karaoke place, not too empty but also not too full. one of the places that ran felt like he could be vulnerable enough with rindou to enjoy soemthing together and not feel like they had some sort of public image to maintain.

and with rindou, well it had been years since he actually enjoyed being strapped infront of a blinding tv screen to read sing off lyrics and act like he still enjoyed this.

yes, it was a tradition to do this, but the tradition had been birthed since he was 12!

somewhere in between those years from when he was a pre-teen to where his become a young adult, he had grown to slowly enjoy spending his sunday evening doing other things like mixing a new track and leaving ran to his own devices.

but how could he come across to say that to ran when the man in question had a beaming smile on his face as he booked a room for them to 'sing their hearts out'.

sighing to himself as he prepared to entertain his brothers advances for the next two hours. you could say that somewhere along the years, ran had yet to see how much his brother had grown and still held onto the image of his ‘baby’ brother.

while ran charismatically conversed and flirted with the young front desk manager to get them a booth on short notice. rindou felt himself rolling his eyes at the sound of a loud karaoke goer who was absolutely blasting their heart out to a sad song.

you were that karaoke goer, having been using the karaoke room all to yourself since you arrived and blissfully unaware to how far your voice had reached.

unironically enough for rindou though, when he turned to watch ran wave the keys to the karaoke booth he had gotten. he felt his face fall as he walked behind him, only to reach towards the room that was on the opposite end of the what he could only assume was a ‘friend group’ that seemed to be bawling their eyes at this point with how much louder they had gotten as they neared the ending of their song.

unbeknownst to them, the ‘party’ of people in the other room having a go at karaoke was in fact a ‘party’ of one.

one person. 🧍‍♀️

absolutely shredding and exploiting the karaoke machine for all it’s worth, to the point that people other than just the haitani brothers had just assumed from the past couple of hours since you started singing and rapping to all manner of songs that there just had to be a bunch of people cramped up in there taking turns singing.

it hardly couldn’t be just one person singing like that and not feeling out of breath…

what made it even more impressive though was merely the fact that it wasn’t just that the voice that filtered out through your booth was noisy.

no, you actually sounded good. that was half of the reason why none of the staff didn’t stop you from continuing. that plus, the mere fact that addressing a ‘group’ of people about them enjoying themselves when they paid for an experience just seemed wrong.

on the other side, the two brothers had gotten comfortable in their booth and continued to surf through the endless streams of songs and choices as the eldest let rindou get first pick.

while the youngest held an irritated bored look to his features that was heightened with the circumstances he was in. still, the expression didn’t go unnoticed to ran as he quietly noted how the tradition seemed to be loosing som of its core values.

‘hmm… seems like others are enjoying this much more than you are?’

ran seemed to poked fun at how your signing from the other room could still be heard even after they closed their door. all with a teasing yet intrusive tone to his voice to try and break at rindou’s resolve and get him to admit that he didn’t want to be here.

for a lack of better words, come clean about the feelings and doubts he already had coming into all of this.

acknowledging his brother’s words with a tilt of his head with feign innocence and a small sound of recognition towards your voice in the other room, to try and coax ran that he was very much loathing enjoying this. during along the few minutes where he had spent looking for an edm song to listen to rather than sing to.

you had already made your way to switch towards singing ballads of the high school musical soundtrack and other musical theatre-esque tracks.

and as rindou and ran were stuck listening to you without the cover of their own karaoke machine being in use. the latter felt himself grow more irritated and maybe envious at how much you and your supposed group were enjoying themselves.

taking it upon himself, ran snatched the controller to peruse for his own song since rindou decided he had all the time in the world.

and to ran’s dismay, rindou didn’t even hardly move an inch to fight over it - other than roll his eyes but that was the usual reaction he would get from him when he did just about anything.

this was all starting to become a tiring expereince for both brothers as they atmosphere was presented with some akward and tense silence to their underlining feelings.

contaray to rindou’s own beliefs, ran wasn’t all that much interested in karaoke either. he only decided to wring around rindou towards this place because he believed rindou was the one who still enjoyed this.

so the situation only proved annoying to the both of them as ran thought rindou was just being prissy for no apparent reason when he was here for him.

but how would either of them know that? when ran was too busy acting like he actually had a song in mind rather than how inviting the karaoke booth's couch looked for a nap.

and rindou, well the music scene is his thing but he'd rather do much better trying to add the mysterious voice of the loud singer next door onto a mix tape than sing sometheing here himself.

with both brother's thoughts being on a high, rindou decided it might be better if he went out for a bit to give his brother some closure for the whole situation at hand.

'i’m going to go get some soju at the convienvece store outside. you want anything?' looking towards his brother as he got up and gave him an expectant look.

ran could only sigh and wave him off with his hand to just go away. which caused rindou to roll his eyes at whatever the hell was up ran’s ass.

leaving the room and closing the door with a curt exit. rindou was left to his own resources and stood head to head with the door of the loud karaoke ‘group’ - your door.

and yet something about it was so inviting for it being a ‘group’ of people singing up till now...

'shit.'

a thought crossed rindou's mind, this whole time sure the songs changed, but the 'voices' from inside the room never changed. could it really be that there was a one man army in there sining this whole time?

and curiosity killed the cat and rindou was the cat.

without a single thought in his mind, he felt himself grab the handle of your door and walk in. not knock or maybe even stand outside and listen into your 'group' converse or for when he’d hear differnet voices.

no, he believed that if there was any trouble from this, he could handle it knowing he was on good form and ran wasn’t that far behind him to help.

but trouble was am overstatement, because all he found in the room was you frozen in shock at who just barged into the middle of your girl-crush pop song as the instrumental played in the background, witching for you to sing.

assessing the situation and how awkward and intrusive this actually was, rindou felt himself cower in embarrasment at how your firm gaze and posture never left his form and how you weren’t the one actually doing the active cowering in perhaps should have been fear?

can you blame him, him and his brother are always referred to as the rulers of roppongi. he expects some sort of movement from you to seeing him. it was only until you decided to break the silence did he actually snap out of it.

'uhh... can i help you with something?'

and yea you actually could to rinodous’s persepctive.

'yea, your loud.'

blunt and indifferent.

without noticing that your face fell slightly at the comment. typical rindou to blow it off infront of someone who isn’t his brother during their first meeting.

yet, for some miracle of a reason - he seemed to have captured a voice of reason that told him that what he said didn’t come across to you in the same way that he thought it had to him.

watching your confidence slowly shift as you toyed with the microphone in your hand and lowered your gaze to the ground as the sound of your song fade out to it’s bridge.

he slowly realised that the situation and circumstance he had just put you in was quite revealing and unasked for.

i mean he just barged in here and rudely interrupted your singing just to point out something that in hindsight hadn’t been so bad. trying to save himself infront of you and for once caring what someone might think of him.

‘it’s not like that’s a bad thing…’

which made you look up to him with a new profound sense of forgiveness that he probably didn’t mean his earlier comment with how he was looking at the room rather than you.

gathering his thoughts to make sure that you’d understand that he wasn’t complaining but just stating.

‘i mean you have a really nice singing voice, we could hear it from all the way outside.’ shifting to awkwardly place his glasses properly on his face and point towards the door of your booth.

and with everything coming to a blur and the fleeting music fade out to its ending. whatever he had decided to ramble about infront of you, felt a bit comforting as you suddenly felt yourself smile at the compliment.

hearing that he wasn’t essentially troubled by how loud you were being but instead enjoyed it was welcoming knowing from past experiences it had been something that had people rolling their eyes at, or got you to lower your voice so that they could be heard.

‘well what i’m trying to say is that you aren’t loud in a bad way or anything but loud in a your doing great way-‘

at some point it become funny to hear someone actually going on about how loud you were being in hopes of not coming off as rude.

chuckling to yourself at the whole thing, you presently cut him off and again seemed to snap back rindou into the reality that he as rindou haitani was actually rambling to you, a stranger about your singing.

swallowing something that he couldn’t quite put a finger at the image of your laughing face and how the slightly dim neon lights had framed you and your presence.

there was something alluring and captivating about you that wasn’t just about your voice and how musically obsessed you were turning out to be.

feeling yourself come down from your laughter, you turned to the foreign man in question and decided to introduce yourself.

‘hah… you know what? you’re really funny, i’m name.’

reaching out your hand for him to shake, to his own surprise at how comfortable he was being around you. he latched onto your hand and gave you a faint smile.

‘rindou. rindou haitani.’

tilting your head at the mention of his name, he felt himself grow a bit softer at the gesture while you spoke.

‘sounds familiar.’

‘well you wouldn’t like to know.’

which threw you off guard as he let go of your hand and turned to walk out. all without leaving and looking at you over his shoulder and referencing.

‘i’ll see you around… name.’

in the same manner as he did before when he came here, he curtly closed your door as he walked and entered the room he had originally come from.

leaving you to your own thoughts and going back to looking for a song that was perhaps influenced by the whole ordeal that had just happened to you.

and to rindou maybe there was something new that made him like karaoke again, but who knows that could only be explored later-

‘where the fuck is the soju you went out for?!’

author’s note:

didn’t expect this to be that long but i completely RAN with the idea (get what i did there🤣) but i’ve never been to a karaoke club or know how it works other than being forced to sing at an all inclusive hotel once when i was like 12😭😭

idk if it’s karaoke booth or room, it might appear inconsistent from that bc i couldn’t choose so maybe this wasn’t exactly how it works but i still hope you all enjoy it

i personally really enjoyed developing this short little storyline and would love to do more requests after this! thank you to @plebbypebblepleb as well for the idea and their own personal inter workings that i was able to draw on and adapt to add depth to the fic!!!

polka dot divider by @candvcane

sure, you have the sleepy mornings and the evenings filled with wine and whichever new little snack ran had flown in from God knows where, but you missed the nights.

the nights of opening your arms and legs for your man, undressing him, tumbling around in bed till you're both sore and filthy and then hopping in the tub for another round- ahem, a bath.

so tonight's the night!

you're adorned in a light blue lingerie set, the type that highlights your titties and has a crotchless panties. your usual home clothes are thrown on on top of this sexy get up because of the chill from the ac, and even though you've fought back many a yawn, the moment you hear scuffling and the beep of the lock, you throw off your loose clothes and position yourself spread across the sofa.

you watch as ran staggers into the foyer, stumbling, stifling a yawn. he makes a beeline past the hall and straight to the master bedroom without paying you even the slightest glance.

you sit there dumbfounded.

you can hear him tossing off his clothes, washing his face and finally turning the lamp by the nightstand on to do his skin care before he realises you're not in bed.

"sweetheart?"

you hear him jog out of the room, turn the corner and seeing you sitting on the sofa, all (sex) dolled up, and glaring holes into him.

"what are you- oh," he stops, eyes taking you in. "oh honey, come here," he calls you, spreading his arms.

you stare at him and get up, and walk past him to your bedroom.

"honey? honey! baby, i'm so sorry, it's so late and it's been such a long day, this has nothing to do with- "

"literally die," you mutter, clambering onto the bed.

"are you wearing those crotchless panties?"

"die! go hang out with your precious besties! die!" you hiss, wrapping the blankets around yourself and settling in.

"baby- "

"i don't want to hear one fucking word ran haitani."

you shut your eyes, turning your face into the pillow, tears of anger stinging behind your shut eyelids. god, this was so humiliating more than anything. you were so excited, and the worst part is you can't even blame him, you know how tiring his days can get.

you hear him slowly sit down on the bed and turn the lamp off. no skincare, nothing, and he settles into bed next to you, almost spooning you, but giving you some space.

you feel his hand come up to stroke your hair.

"good night angel."

something's keeping you up.

you can't put a finger on what it is exactly.

you twist around and see ran fast asleep next to you, no doubt too exhausted to even pleade his case with you. his hand is on your pillow, having fallen asleep while stroking your hair. you had fallen asleep too, but something woke up you up around twenty minutes ago, and you can't seem to figure out what.

the temperature of the room is perfect. chill, but not cold. the blankets aren't too heavy to make you hot. you aren't hungry and you just took a few sips of water some time back when you had woken up.

so what is it?

do you miss ran? do you miss the contact of him spooning you?

no... not that you wouldn't miss it, but more like you and ran moved around in bed a lot while you sleep so you aren't always touching each other.

no, this is something more related to your body.

for a second you wonder if you're secretly pregnant.

no.

you press a hand on your stomach. you feel like you're close to the problem, because now you can zero in on something inside you being wrong, but pregnant? no. not even food poisoning, you didn't eat anything disagreeable.

something inside you...

"ran. ran!"

you shake him, and if you weren't so taken aback, you would've stopped to admire how gorgeous he is. his purple and black hair fans out on his forehead, and his chest gently rises and falls. he really could be a model, his strong angular jaw and his angelic features uniting masculinity and femininity to create such beauty.

"ran!" you smack him across his face with your pillow.

"what, what, fuck!" he shouts, rising up to his elbows, his eyes flitting over you. his hands immediately roam over you before his eyes adjust to the dark to make sure that you're in one piece and not hurt in any way.

"wha' happened," he says gruffly, sitting up this time, his hands still on your waist protectively.

you falter, seeing how protective he is of you, and how much sexier he sounds with his voice deeper from sleep.

you bite your lip. "hi."

"what the fuck happened," he blinks at you slowly, like he can't believe this situation. he's just been forced awake by his panicked little wife who had just been screaming and now you're sitting pretty, hair mussed, bra strap sliding off your shoulder, eyes wide, looking ditzy.

"um, nothing much. what's up with you?" you shrug, looking down.

"i'm going to count to three- "

he doesn't even have to finish his sentence for you to start talking. you know all too well what happens when he counts to three.

"so you know how i dressed up for you and then you so very rudely ignored me?"

"i apologized for that, and you told me to die."

"yeah, that."

he stares at you. "and?" he prompts.

"i didn't actually want you to die."

that makes him crack a little smile. "why thank you. that's one less person now. unfortunately the list's a bit too long for me to be in the clear, honey."

you scrunch up your face at that. ran's a terrible person. you forget that sometimes. his worst crime is probably torture and homicide, not kicking your plushie off the bed.

"was that all?" he asks, thumb stroking your waist. "can we sleep now?"

"no," you say firmly. and then you mumble something.

"what?"

"there's something inside me."

"what did all those creampies pay off," he laughs. "wait a minute, did they?" his face morphs into horror.

"no, jesus. this is less scary."

"just spit it out already!"

"fine! when i was waiting for you, i..." you shift. "um i stuffed myself with some... beads," you trail off, nodding, glad that the lights are off, so he can't see you clearly.

ran leans to the nightstand and flicks the lamp on, making eye contact with you. well there goes decency. he looks at you, his face a mix of disbelief and criticism. "you stuffed yourself with some beads."

you nod again, unable to look at him.

he grabs your face and forced you closer. "you stuffed yourself with the anal beads i bought you and told you that i would help you with."

"i wanted to surprise you okay?"

"and then you fell asleep with them inside you. who was that for? the icu when they surgically remove them from you? what if i couldn't come home tonight?"

"fine!" you pull yourself away from him. he had spent his entire life being both a brother and a father to rindou that when he brought up his stern voice he could be so goddamn condescending. "i'll do it myself then! i don't need your help anyways!"

you most definitely did need his help.

and that's why you find yourself laid on your tummy between ran's spread legs, him having pulled your hips towards him, ass facing him, legs locked around his back. your bra was tossed to the side, and your crotchless panties dangle from your ankle in sad defeat.

ran had sat back quietly, arms folded as he watched you try to pull the beads out. he didn't say a word, but watched you seriously, as though he were a teacher watching his student helplessly mess up an equation even further. the scrutiny sure didn't help, and only made you more tense.

you sniffle.

"and whose fault is it that you're in this position, huh?"

"yours."

you get a sharp slap on your left asscheek.

"it's my fault! i'm sorry!"

you can't see him, but you're sure he's enjoying this. ran's rather laidback and chill, but all of that is made up for with how much of a stern disciplinarian he is in situations like this.

he pulls your ass closer and your pussy settles on his crotch, feeling his thick and hard cock beneath his boxers. you snicker.

"what was that for, slut?" he asks, giving you a harsh pinch on your other cheek.

you squeal and kick your feet. "nothing. just nice to know you missed me too."

"hmm," he hums, taking you in.

you really are the stupidest little girl in the world. of course he misses you. he'd be mad not to. the light of his life. he loves his job, but he's been liking it less and less as it eats up all the time he keeps especialy for you. he's missed too many meetings and too many trips just to spend an evening watching a movie with you or a weekend away with you. and here you are, pitching a fit because apparently he doesn't miss you anymore.

as much as he chides you for your carelessness, it's landed his beautiful wife face down ass up, stuffed full in her ass with purple anal beads. all that could be seen of it was the glinting sea pearl that hung out like a charm from the base, with the backdrop of your pretty little pucker behind it.

he grabs the base and gives a little tug, causing you to yelp.

"you need to relax honey," he mutters, rubbing your back.

"well you're not helping with that," you grumble.

he rolls his eyes. he reaches for the lube and sees the half empty bottle and can't help but think about how much lube you had emptied within yourself trying to get it in in the first place, a finger pushing each bead in while the other hand poured lube on your gaping hole. his cock jumps at the image of that.

"hmm, what how can we get you to relax, huh? would a spanking work? you get pretty brainless from a good spanking, don't you honey? i was meaning to give you one in the morning just because of how you behaved with me."

you kick at the thought of that, heat filling your face, pussy pulsing at the thought. yes, unfortunately ran had trained you into taking his spankings well, but that would tense you up too much, and he knew that. he's just doing this to rile you up.

ran smirks as he watches your pussy squeeze around nothing, dampening. he's trained you well.

"but on second thought, maybe you need something more humiliating. you think i'm just wasting time hanging out with my guys at work, huh? how 'bout i handcuff you over the table with your panties pullled down, huh? so all the bad, bad men i work with can remind you of how tough this job is, huh?"

"no!" you whine, pushing your ass out. "no!"

he watches your pussy get wetter and wetter. he massages your lubed up hole with two fingers and slips two fingers inside you. you really were a sick girl. his sick girl.

"o- ohhh," you moan, as his thick, long fingers sink deeper inside you.

in and out, up and down. all while teases your asshole into opening. his finger swipe further and hurther in, scissoring before they finally curl down and hit your g spot.

"ran! ran! please, please, more!"

and that's when he slows down.

the rhythm he had built up slows down into a gentle massaging on your g spot.

"ran, what the hell? you're so- "

you falter as a another feeling takes over. an insistent pushing from in the inside of your hole.

plop!

"there we go," says ran, and you can hear the smile in his voice. " there's my big girl."

the first bead popped out, shiny and glossy, warm from your insides, lube dripping down it. your hole closes up again, and he presses down on your g spot again, causing you to let out a strangled cry.

"another one sweetheart," he coos, "relax for me?"

plop!

the second one pops out as your mind is lost from both the sensations. the bliss from having your g spot massaged combined with the odd pleasure that's coming from him playing with your hole.

plop!

"oh, there's another one," you murmur, dazed.

"my big girl can count can't she," he laughs. he sure has the fucking audacity. "last two honey."

you push your ass out and get onto your knees, chest pressed on the bed. he snickers at your eagerness and drives his fingers deeper in you, stroking away.

plop!

you feel lighter, both inside and in your head. you can't believe that for all your complaining, you're spending the night with your husband yanking anal beads out of your asshole. not even in a sexy way particularly. for the sake of not having a medical emergency.

"last one angel," he kisses you ass cheek. "can you do that for me?"

"uh huh."

"what do you say?"

"yes daddy," you keen as his fingers push deeper in you again. you feel his lips a feather light kiss on your perineum, and you can blush from how soft it feels.

he watches as the last bead slowly pushes it's way out of your hole with a final little plop!

watching your pretty hole gao almost sets something primal off in ran, and with a low growl he gets on his knee, one leg braced against the bed. he lowers his boxers and brings his heavy cock out that he had neglected for a little too long. the grinding of your pussy on his crotch wasn't nearly enough for what his eyes were feasting on.

the thick head of his tip slaps against your sloppy pussy and you whine, finally getting a taste of what you've been missing.

"give it to me ran, i've been waiting for too long."

"i know pretty, i've been gone for too long these days, haven't i?"

he pushes in, and that familiar feeling of being filled is back. you husband is back.

"daddy," you cry in ecstacy as his tip finally reaches the deepest it can go. "i love you."

"daddy's home honey," he pants, having mounted you finally, and now driving into to you. "i love you."

the pace picks up and you're boneless as ran's firm grip on your waist is all that's holding you up. he slams into you, his cock hitting all the right places as he leans down and covers all of you, holding you tight.

"i'm sorry angel, i'm sorry i haven't been home lately. but it's all for you, yeah. it's all so i can give you a beautiful life and make you a mama one day, nice and plump and spoiled."

"ohhh!" that sends a wave through you. "you wanna make me a mama?"

"yeah honey, you'll be a good mama, won't you? perfect girl?"

"yes, yes daddy," you cry, "i'm cumming, gonna come!"

"come for me angel," he pushes into you one final time, and you come together. the orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, causing you to sink under bliss as you feel him filling you up to the brim with his thick, warm cum.

he bites the crook of your neck and coos as he watches you shake underneath him.

"my wife," he whispers, pressing kisses down your neck. "my beautiful silly wife. i always miss you. i love you."

he turns you over, and you immediately twist your limbs into each others'. you smile as you look into his eyes, his hair still untouched despite it all. you reach out and mess it up, causing him to laugh and kiss your wrist.

"i love you," you mutter. "and i know you love spending time with me. i was just frustrated... and in need of a rough night with you. i don't actually want you to die."

"i know." he nods, giving you little kisses. "i'm the luckiest man alive to have a wife who loves me so much she stuffed herself full of the anal beads i told her not to use without me."

"my hole is sore," you groan as he nuzzles against your chest.

"bend over, i'll kiss it better."

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