⊱ Only You ; Haitani Ran X Fem!reader

⊱ only you ; haitani ran x fem!reader

warning: explicit, 18+, fem!reader, mutual pining, smut, fluff, maybe a size kink, a little bit of pain, creampie, petnames (angel mostly)

summary: Ran finally gets to have you wc: 2.4k

a/n: this may or may not be a bit too flowery, the ending may or may not be lame, but i love being self-indulgent

minors dni // 18 +

The shadows in the room grew longer as the sun set, the view over Tokyo was gorgeous, was captivating, but not nearly as captivating as the flush across Haitani Ran’s face. Not nearly as captivating as the little whines and gasps that escaped his slightly parted lips as you lightly ran your fingers across his heated skin.

Not just warm, but hot – so hot it felt almost scorching. So hot you could almost feel the flames licking at your flesh, at your legs, which were currently on either side of him. If you wanted, you could have lifted your head to admire the view of the setting sun. But the way Ran’s hands dragged across your bare back, felt far better than the idea of a romantic evening watching the sun fall and the moon rise. You had needed this, you had needed him. And he had needed you too. You had been pining after each other for so long. Wanting, needing. Just to be in this exact moment. To have your lips grazing his as you ran your fingers through his messy hair, as you pulled on it gently.

“Fuck, angel” Ran’s voice was nothing more than a whine, a desperate plea for more - more touching, more kissing, more of you. You could feel his cock, straining hard against his trousers; you knew if you wrapped your hand around it you could feel the throb of his heart beating – fast and hard. Fast and hard, just like your own. Just like the way you wanted him to take you – the way you had dreamed of him pushing you against the wall and claiming what was his, what had always been his, even if he didn’t know. Even if this was the first time he had felt your own need for him, even if he had been oblivious for months. Fast and hard – you were dying for him.

“Ran” Your mind, fogged with lust, could only truly focus on the one word, on his name. The name you had moaned thousands of times before, the name you chanted over and over as you made yourself come undone. You dragged your lips across his cheek, finding his ear, and repeated the word again, softly, quietly, but dragging it out, making every second of ‘Ran’ falling from your lips agonizing. Agonizing like the way his nails dug into you the first time you had pressed your lips to his. Agonizing like waiting for him to make the first move. Agonizing like how he ground his hard cock against you now, so desperate for you.

You moved your lips down, sucking gently on his throat, nipping the skin, finding your way to his pulse - still racing, still pounding. His own hands moving, trying to feel every inch of you, trying desperately to memorize every single dip, every single curve, every single moan that left your lips. As if he would never have this again, as if it were the last time, as if it were the only time he would feel you on top of him, he would taste your sweet essence, he would experience you.

When you lazily slid your hand down his chest, making sure to map out the lines of the dark ink covering half of his body, you felt his body tense, you heard a groan escape him. His fingers dug harshly into your hips, it would have been painful if you weren’t filled with adrenaline, if you weren’t filled to the brim with desire.

“Ang…” His voice cracked when your hand reached its destination – his hard cock that had been pressing into you, that had been rubbing against you for what seemed like both eternity and seconds. You ran your fingers up and down the fabric, teasing, tempting him to push further, beckoning him to buck into your hand. The heat you had felt from his skin before was amplified, as if the whole room was engulfed in flames. But no, no it was just your hand grazing his length, filling the room with more whines, more groans, more need.

“S’big Ran…” Your mind swam, finding your thoughts and then losing them again as he bucked himself up into your hand. You had dreamed about it, you had fantasized about it, but the feeling of his thick cock underneath his expensive trousers, of the wet spot that had long been forming, was better, was so much better than what you had expected, and you hadn’t even seen it yet.

“Need you now, please, angel” You weren’t sure if he had said it or if you had imagined it, but 'need you now' was exactly what you would have thought if the size of his cock and the feeling of him throbbing because of you wasn’t the only thing that had existed in that moment.

He started bucking into your grip faster. Fucking himself into your hand. He wanted to wait, he wanted to feel you, but Ran was so desperate for the only thing he had wanted for so long, the only thing that occupied his mind, he couldn’t help himself. Even the feeling of your hand through his pants paired with your warm breath washing over his face would have been enough.

You knew, god you knew how close he was, because if he had touched you, felt the soaking wet fabric covering your cunt, you were sure you wouldn’t last long either. You were sure that you would crumble in his arms faster than he was falling apart under you now.

His hand moved, pulling yours away from him, denying himself the release he needed. He was desperate, but desperation wasn’t enough to throw aside the want to be buried inside you, it wasn’t enough to spill his seed on your hand instead of deep inside you. He left your hand on his shoulder and you quickly moved it to his neck, pushing your mouth against his. His lips parted, sliding his tongue into your mouth, pressing them together, tasting you. Ran quickly found his way to your cunt. Finally feeling the drenched fabric covering you, hiding your throbbing clit, your fluttering cunt. Every movement of his body, every slip of his tongue, had been driving you mad. And he was finally relishing in the proof of what he did to you, of how badly you needed him. He pressed his fingers against your clit, tracing small circles, eliciting a lewd moan from you. A moan that had been muffled by his mouth, that had vibrated his tongue as he continued to taste you.

You were falling apart quickly, his fingers not letting up, still moving gentle circles on your bundle of nerves through the thin fabric. You were trembling, your heart beating faster, your toes curling. Your thoughts still nonexistent - the only thing you could process was the taste of Ran and of the pleasure he was giving you. You followed his lead, finally pulling yourself together, gripping his hand, moving it from you, only moments before you had let yourself go.

Moving from his lap, you stripped yourself of the rest of your clothes. He just sat there, eyes wide, mouth agape – whether it was from your abrupt leave of his lap or the sight of you bearing yourself to him you weren't sure at first.

“You really are an angel, y’know that?” His eyes on you made you feel like you were the most divine creature to ever exist and, to Ran, you were. Nothing had ever compared to you, nothing had ever compared to seeing you standing nude in his penthouse apartment, illuminated by the setting sun, need and desperation in your eyes. Need only for him, desperation only for him.

You felt heat rise to your face, you felt vulnerable, you felt like you had never been so naked before this moment. As you stood bare in front of Ran, who was staring at you with just as much desire, taking his slacks off, his cock hitting his stomach, his hand instinctively grabbing it, and moving slowly. Spreading his precum up and down his shaft at the sight of you.

“Ran, you better not cum before you’re inside me.” It brought him back from the trance he had been stumbling in. He kept moving his hand up and down his cock, but his smile met yours. “I won’t, I’m not the one we should be worried about anyway.” He was right, his fingers grazing you had almost sent you over the edge, but something about having him inside you the first time he made you cum was the thing you had wanted more than anything, was the only thing that had helped hold you back.

Your move back to him was quick, your legs on either side of his hips, lips crashing hard into his. He let go of his heavy cock and as it moved the head swiped your swollen lips and your body arched at the sensation. His smirk returned at your movement, you could feel it against your lips.

“n-now … please…” You begged him, pleaded, you had waited long enough. He pulled his lips away and directed his attention down. Your eyes followed his, your foreheads tipping into each other. His hand was wrapped around the base of his cock as he slid it through your folds, as he pressed it into your pulsing clit. You whimpered, you moved your hips, chasing his cock. Strands of slick connected your bodies as he pulled his cock completely away from you.

“Fuck, angel, so wet for me, yeah?” You weren’t sure when he had found the ability to take control, but he had. And he was right, you were soaked, and it was all for him, it was all because of him. Before you could find an answer he was attempting to press the head of his cock into your fluttering cunt.

“S’tight… pussy so tight baby, how ‘m I supposed to fit?” He was right, you were drenched but the girth of his cock was just too much, way too much.

“M-make it fit Ran, please… please” You started pushing down, trying to force him into you. He was reluctant, afraid to hurt you, but you had lost all of your inhibitions hours ago and any concern you had for the state of your cunt beyond cumming around his cock was completely lost to you.

If the fire had been licking at your legs before, if the room had been engulfed, you now existed inside the flame, the two of you were fire yourselves, burning everything that touched you. Burning desire and need were all that existed. When he finally bullied his way into you, you couldn’t make a sound. The pain and pleasure of his full cock inside you had you exactly where it had him – in heaven.

“F-fuck… angel… s’fuckin tight” His words broken, breathy, hoarse. It was too much for both of you. He moved slowly, dying to rut into you as fast and as hard as both of your hearts were beating, but he held back. Instead, he rubbed the calloused pads of his fingers into your swollen clit. Your cunt gripped his cock tighter, a feeling he didn’t think had been possible. He moaned your name.

“Your s’fuckin beautiful, s’fuckin good” He moved his fingers faster, trying to bring you to your high before he met his.

You finally moved your eyes from the scene of his thick cock stretching you and his fingers working your clit. You finally found his lavender ones, lids half closed, dark with lust. He had long been watching you, taking in the expressions on your face as he stretched you beyond what you could handle, as he brought you closer and closer to the orgasm the two of you had been delaying all night.

“'m close Ran” He crashed his lips into yours, he wanted to watch the euphoria on your face as you came, but he wanted to taste you more, feel your body as you came more.

Your toes curled, your vision blurred, everything shook as your orgasm hit you hard. Your cunt clamped down on his cock, gripping him tighter and tighter as he slid slowly up and down your velvet walls.

“S’fuckin beautful… fuckin beautiful.” His lips barely left yours as he groaned the words in between shaking breaths. He couldn’t hold back anymore, your parted lips, trying hard to kiss him between trembling and heavy breaths, your clit twitching beneath his fingers, finally pushed him over the edge. Your name was the only thing he could mutter as he slammed himself into you hard and gave you what your cunt had been begging him for, filling you to the brim with his cum.

He refused to leave your body as you two came down from your highs. The feeling of your trembling body in his arms was the only thing he could focus on, was the only thing he needed.

You twisted your fingers in his hair and rested your head in the crook of his neck. Letting your heart fall back into a normal rhythm, letting your breath return to a regular pace along with his.

“We…” He stumbled over his words.

“Hmm?” You pressed a chaste kiss to his neck, twisting his hair further between your fingers.

“We get to do that again right?” If you had looked up at him, you would have seen his bright red face, the way his eyes closed tight as he waited for your response.

“Yeah, I think I’ll let you do it again. That cock is pretty good, Haitani.” You traced your fingers along the lines of his tattoo again, sending shivers through him as they moved.

“Ok cool. Yeah, we’ll do it again.” His grip on you only tightened, pulling you closer to him, trying to hold on as tightly as he could. It wasn’t what he meant, it wasn’t what he wanted, but it would be fine. He said nothing else for a long time, just holding you close.

“Ran, do you want to like… be exclu...”

“Yeah” his answer was fast, you hadn’t even finished your sentence before he replied.

“Good. Wanna keep that cock all to myself. Too good to share with anyone, ya’ know?”

Ran sighed, relief and joy filling him. He laughed and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Yeah, I know it is.”

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haitani ran x fem!reader

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“you’re late.”

three hours late, to be exact. ran had told you he’d be back at midnight the latest so at the very least he could give you a kiss goodnight before you fell asleep. your schedules rarely matched up—with his business taking place during that latest hours of the night and you having to be up early in the morning for classes—but he always at least tried to lay with you before you slept for the night, knowing you couldn’t sleep well without him. and he was always sure to be with you on nights before big exams for you.

like tonight.

except tonight.

“i know, i’m sorry,” and you knew he was, you could hear it in his voice and you knew it wasn’t his fault—his work was unpredictable and dangerous but he always did his best to come back to you.

“it’s okay,” and it was.

even if you could smell the smoke and alcohol from all the way across the room.

you sat up in bed, blinking blearily from your state of half-sleep, looking across the room toward where your boyfriend was standing, unbuttoning his shirt—struggling to unbutton his shirt.

your brows furrowed, eyes narrowing trying to do understand what was going on through your half-hazed mind.

he’s hurt?

“ran?” you asked quietly, taking in the red-stained white button-up that you could barely make out through the dark, the way he was tensing and letting out soft hisses every time he moved. “ran, what happened?”

ran turned his head to look at you, a wince decorating his pretty face and you forced yourself out of bed when you finally caught sight of the dark bruises decorating his chest and face, the blood smeared across his skin.

“doll, lay back down, i’ll come join you soon,” ran’s voice was rough and you shook your head.

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a wry smile tugged at his lips as you approached him, hands cupping his face gently, thumbs tracing over the bruises marring his cheekbones. he leaned his face into your hand, pressing his lips against your palm, “we were, had some unexpected guests. they got the jump on us, unfortunately.”

“the blood, is it yours?” and maybe it was a dumb question, but you were still tired and ran was always patient with you. so all he did was take one of the hands cupping his face, covering it with one of his as he tossed you a wink.

“some of it, yeah,” and his grin remained but the look in his eyes was pained and your lips trembled as your gaze trailed down his bruised abdomen, one hand slipping from his face to trace down his chest over his tattoos and the blackened bruises.

“you should go to a hospital, ran,” and it was a stupid comment. you knew better than anyone that bonten did not have the luxury of hospital treatment unless they wanted to find themselves in a prison cell the moment they stepped out of the hospital.

ran ignored the comment, instead leaning in to press his lips to your forehead. your eyes fluttered shut, a shaky breath escaped your lips.

“babygirl, please go try to get some sleep, you have an exam tomorrow,” he murmured, bringing one of his hands to the back of your head, toying with your hair.

“fuck the exam,” you said, blinking back the tears stinging your eyes because you hated seeing ran hurt, you had only seen him hurt once before and it hasn’t been half as bad as this. “you’re hurt, ran, let me run a bath for you and then we can lay down, okay?”

ran let out a deep sigh but you didn’t give him a chance to argue, your fingers intertwined with his and you gently tugged him in the direction of the bathroom, squinting as you flicked on a set of lights.

you let him lean against the bathroom sink as you kneeled to run the hot water, fingers shaking as you glanced back at him through the mirror, watching him struggle to remove his slacks.

in the new light, the blood and bruises were all the more visible against his pale skin. he looked weak and haitani ran never looked weak. he was always larger than life, always the protector, always one to hide his vulnerabilities and now-

your throat was tight as you rose to your feet, making your way back over to him, kneeling down in front of him to help him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.

“i can do it,” ran’s voice was probably harsher than he intended, strained from the pain, from humiliation. ran despised showing weakness, even to you.

“please let me take care of you for once,” your voice wavered, looking up at him with grit teeth, trying to hide the worry pooling in your gut because ran was always the one looking out for you, and his brother, and sanzu haruchiyo, and kakucho, and he never let anyone take care of him—not while he was hurt, not while he was sick, and especially not when he was upset.

and he only watched you, lips flat and pressed together tight, and for a second, you really thought he was going to deny you. but then his gaze averted and both of his hands fell to his side, silently giving you permission to help him take off his pants.

ran was uncharacteristically quiet as you unbuckled his belt and slipped his slacks down his thighs, helping him pull his shoes and socks off before having him lift his feet to take off his slacks.

you bit your bottom lip, fingers tracing the tattoos decorating down his left thigh and the ugly yellow and green bruises surrounding them, gaze lifting to abdomen and the even uglier colors decorating his skin.

his ribs are broken.

“c’mon,” you said quietly, taking his hand in yours and rising to your feet again, leading him over to the now full tub. his face twisted into one of pain as he lifted a leg to step into the tub, a low hiss escaping his lips as he sunk into the water.

sitting on the edge of the tub behind him, leaning down to kiss the top of his matted hair, bringing your fingers to trace his shoulders. his body relaxed into the water and into your touch.

“you should go rest,” he murmured, “thank you for running the water for me.”

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“i know,” was all you said in response as you leaned down to press your lips to his shoulder, nails scratching his scalp, lulling his eyes shut.

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“i know,” you repeated, “i want to.”

from behind him, you watched his jaw clench, grip tightening on the edges of the tub, upper body tensing.

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“do you…” ran began and you hummed into his neck, “can i close my eyes for a bit?”

and you could hear the exhaustion in his voice and you could practically see his eyes drooping shut just from his tone. you smiled against his skin, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.

“of course,” you said quietly, “‘ll take care of you, ran. get some rest.”

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"heh, are you close?" gojo teeters, his large hand cupped underneath the soft, flushed arch of your neck. he's reached that stage of the night where he's getting far too cocky, his powerful, broad thighs not even breaking an ounce sweat, not even as skin slaps against skin.

bright, searing blue cuts through the darkness of the bedroom, and you have no doubt he's using a copious amount of reversed cursed energy to keep him going. gojo's doing a pretty decent job of holding out for the big finish.

the big finish in you that is. for the very thought of filling you up with thick, spurting loads makes gojo shake, quiver even, a whine slipping from his glossy, pink-stung mouth.

you can feel the ache in your stretched limbs, for the sensation is pulsing and throbbing from the mean mating press that gojo's got you in. his washboard, sculpted abdomen is pressed right up against you where you're certain that the print of his muscles will leave a mark. and the curled thatch of silvery-white hairs is tacking right up against your mound, drenched in the sticky slick that you've released, four times no less.

"dunno' if i can do it a-another time, 'toru," you're whining, gasping as gojo shifts the bulk of his body weight deeper against your bare torso. he's making sure to hit that sweet, sweet spot at this filthy angle, thick tip rummaging and swabbing through your gummy walls. but surely, gojo must be close now, for you feel the thin, weeping cries of precum slip out of you and onto the damp sheets. pooled onto the inner, plush flesh of your thighs.

"sweetheart, c'mon," gojo nudges your thighs further apart, slotting his broad form so perfectly in that gap that he adores the most, "i know you can, 'm gonna' make it real good this time." leaving adoring, laving kisses over your collarbone, complete with small, pink petals that bloom after his lips pop! away.

"jus' so big, i can feel you allll in me," you moan, lips parting as small ah! ah! ah! begins punctuating the cool night air. it's sort of the magic formula, you see. praising gojo, and lavishing him with many a sincere compliment.

you learned long ago that gojo loves to hear how much you love him, especially during lovemaking. particularly when he's doing his level best to plough himself right through you, determined to have every thick-veined inch of his cock kiss you.

you hear a little, pussydrunk giggle from the man above you. ridiculously long lashes fluttering against creamy, flushed skin as gojo sighs, content as he's determined to delve further into your heat, to have you as close to him as possible, "y-yeah? that big?"

slap! slap! slap!

once, you may have burned, or been embarrassed at the soaked, sloppy sounds of your cunt leaking like a faucet around gojo's thick shaft. to be mildly conscious of how your translucent shine had been coating every inch of his cock ever since he bottomed out in you with a groaned pop!

but frankly, you had been with him for so long — by now, the man had manoeuvred you into every position possible, and you knew nothing made him pick up the pace or turned him on more than the sticky encouragement of his second favourite girl in the entire world.

"hahh, 'toru, why?" your walls suddenly clench, desparate hips bucking up to kiss his. whining at the disappointment of the quick empty sensation that takes over when gojo's gripping the base of his cock, gently sliding his shaft out that glistens with all that tender love and care.

gojo just chuckles, pressing a delicate and feather-light kiss upon your waiting lips, quelling your soft gripes. "be patient now, pretty. just gonna, yeah –" he's jostling your thighs now, quietly stretching out the stiff limbs so he can press another kiss to the inner corner of your ankle, setting both legs over his wide shoulders, "jus' gonna change the angle. gonna' get you through this next one, that alright?"

frankly, the angle is a welcome change for your smarting hamstrings so you nod, hoping that he gets a move on and presses right up against, and into you asap.

gojo seems to be just as impatient as you are, but he's holding up beautifully despite not having released himself once tonight. he often gets like this, so determined to have you fall apart for him as many times as possible before he flushes, and groans, and spills into you.

"heh, 'm pretty girl, isn't that right?" gojo's admiring you blatantly, electric-blue eyes roving over your form, six eyes vying to find that sweet spot once more, "now 'm just gonna put it innnnn, jus' like. that."

and the stretch is delicious, and oh! the way that the weeping, hot tip swipes against your clit, sloppily dragging through your folds before he's pushing past the first ring of quivering muscle.

"you can take it right? can take alll of me, can'tcha?" gojo's cooing, slapping his hips (and well, his heavy balls) against the fat of your ass, and he hardly seems bothered by the messy strands of arousal that string back, fragile and yet so loud. this angle is truly mind-numbing, for his cock is rubbing right against every sweet spot possible, and your legs are already begin to quake once more, knowing exactly what's around the corner.

"oouh, yer' doing great, just breathe for me, sweetheart," gojo murmurs, his muscled torso flexin' so deliciously in the pale, filtered light of the moon refracting through the half-open windows, "now 'm just gonna' angle ya' like this."

gojo's got a thick hand on the underside of your thigh, pushing it to the edge of his shoulder so the angle is wide open and he can watch every delicious movement of his cock into your weeping cunt, to admire how your folds throb and tense, with slick drenching down the sheets. "y'look c-close, pretty, i mean — look at how she's ready to give me another show." tapping his chin in faux thought, licking a strand of your glossy arousal off his slender fingers, "wonder if you're gon' squirt this time."

it seems that gojo satoru simply cannot shut up, but you've always known how much he loves to run his mouth.

especially when he's balls-deep in you, circling his hips to make sure that he's hitting every sensitive spot possible to make the both of you see stars, "see, look at that, 'm thinkin' that this —" gojo wetly slaps the pads of his fingers against your aching, sensitive clit, watching the drowned slosh smear over your thighs, "this is gonna make you cu — ohh, fuck, fuck!"

you suppose that it will be lost to the ages as to what exactly gojo satoru was going to say, and many will wonder how he was going to finish that sentence (although, those of us with two brain cells to rub together can hazard a guess).

but he never quite gets those words out, suddenly squeezing his eyes tight shut, so soft lashes imprint on his under-eyes. a red-hot flush suddenly climbing up his alabaster neck, as his hips buck and quiver, stuttering as hot, thick and opaque seed splurges right up in you, enough that you tense your thighs as creamy drops spill right out, "fuck, 'm feeling dizzy — s'so good, hah." gojo's whining and panting, still keeping a bruising grip on your thighs, but he's determined that not even a single drop goes to waste.

when he pulls himself together once more, what a sight, for gojo's jaw is still slack, crystalline tears pooling at the corners of his lashes as he shudders, the most powerful man currently walking the earth has come undone. but he's never one to leave your momentum interrupted, grinning with that fang-ridden, shark-like grin as he pulls your body down the bed, even close to him so your arousal and his cum pool together and stick between the two of you, "how 'bout best of, uhh. . .nine?"

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johannaperez27-blog

1 year ago

They tb me btw.