Ran hears your voice ask from the bedroom and he chuckles around his cigarette. “Are you ready to go? You’re still up there.”
“Almost!” You run your finger down the thigh slit on your dress and bite your lip excitedly. Ran was going to love this. You’re wearing the dress you noticed him eyeing in the store last month when he took you shopping, and bought it in secret just for this event tonight.
Downstairs, Ran stubs out his cigarette and goes back inside, pulling his vape out instead. He sits heavily on the couch, stretching his long limbs out and pulls his phone out to text Rin he might be a little late. He purposefully ignores the annoyed emoji Rin sends back almost immediately and chuckles to himself. Ran’s never on time anywhere regardless if you were taking extra long to get ready, so this shouldn’t be that surprising.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you walk down the stairs, heels click-clacking against his marble floor.
He pulls out his car keys, spinning them around his index finger. “Finally, baby, you’re ready. I cancelled the cab since you took long, so we should probably get goi—” His voice trails off when he turns to look at you, eyebrows rising slowly as he looks you up and down. “What are you wearing?”
“A dress?” You don't even bother hiding the mischievous smirk on your face. “What? Don’t like it? I can go change if you want—” You barely manage to turn around, head back up the stairs, before he’s standing up from the couch, crossing the distance between you.
He grabs your arm that was about to hold onto the staircase and pulls you back into his chest. He feels so big behind you, his chest pressing into your back, and he smells so good you can’t help the bashful smile on your face. Even after dating for three years, you still can’t confidently look this man in the eye sometimes, still making you feel like a shy highschool girl with a crush.
“Who bought this for you?” His voice is beside your ear, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he dips his head down to your shoulder.
“I bought it myself…I saw you eyeing it in the store and wanted to surprise you.”
His hands snake around your waist, and one goes further down, trailing the thigh slit with the tips of his fingers, making you squirm under his touch.
“W-we should get going. We’re going to be late.” You manage to escape his bear trap and head over to the front to grab your coat.
“Oh we’re not going anywhere tonight.” Ran moves to sit on the couch, legs spread in a manspread that sends arousal straight between your legs.
“What? Why? I was excited to see everyone tonight.”
“Gotta do something about this baby.” He points to his lap. You follow the finger downwards to see an absolute tent in his pants, his boner sticking straight up.
“...Ran…” Your reluctance is only for show, and you’re aware he knows that as he smirks.
“What did you expect? C’mere.” You roll your eyes as you walk over towards the couch, sitting beside him. He looks unimpressed at you before you giggle and shift onto his lap. You swallow harshly as he drags his eyes up and down your body in front of him, hands squeezing at your waist as he readjusts your body on top of him.
“You knew what you were doin’ wearing this tonight, didn’t you?” Ran asks against your ear, running his hands up and down your hips and thighs.
“I—oh fuck Ran—” You none too gently tugged on his hair as he lays a litany of sloppy kisses along your neck that had your back arching for more. His mouth latches onto a particularly sensitive spot right under your jaw that had you moaning, tilting your head upwards for more access.
“I asked you a question baby.” His voice rumbles against your neck. He moves downwards, kissing down your neck, the exposed plane of your chest and collarbone. His other hand slides up the thigh slit, tugging at your panties and he tugs on them as he sucks and licks along the skin above your breast.
“You wanted to go outside like this, give every fucker in that place a heart attack at the sight of you, didn’t you, hm baby?”
“Mm-mm,” you breathe out, shaking your head. “Just for you.”
“Better be. How much did this dress cost?”
Reluctantly, you pull away from his touch and raise an eyebrow at him. “...why?”
“Just wanna know how expensive it is.”
“So I don’t feel bad for ripping it off your body,” he says, grinning charmingly at you.
“Even if it was cheap I don’t want you ripping my clothes!”
He looks down at the expensive black watch on his wrist. “Well we’re on a time crunch right now so either I rip it off you or fuck you in it. Pick one.”
You bite your lip as you think. “The second option.”
“Great.” He pushes you off him and stands up, unzipping his pants. “Turn around on your stomach, and put your ass up.”
“This is so degrading,” you huff under your breath but obey, pushing all the cushions off the couch and get into position. He doesn’t pull his pants down, only removes his cock from his brief and kneels behind you.
He licks his finger and your back arches as he slowly dips it inside. You hid your soft moan in your arm as you tried to stay as still as possible, your pussy drenching at this point when he added a second finger.
“Fuck.” He put his spare hand on your asscheek, spreading it to get a better view of his fingers plunging in and out of your pussy. He curls them and smirks when your back arches even more, pushing back desperately against his fingers, wishing it was his cock. “Baby wants more, hm?”
He snorts and removes his finger, sucking them into his mouth before aligning his cock up to your pussy. He didn’t bother letting you adjust before he snapped his hips against yours, his cock feeling like it pierced through you. You scream into the couch, nails digging into the arm of the couch as he snaps his hips ruthlessly back and forth, barely giving you time to breathe. The pace was punishing and unforgiving so much that you could barely hold yourself up anymore, your arms giving out and you collapse onto your elbows.
The new angle has more screams tearing straight through your throat, hands scrabbling to reach behind you and grip onto his hands on your hips. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of your hips and stopped his relentless pace, stilling with his cock tickling somewhere deep inside you.
“What is it?” he asks, pushing your hand away from his.
“T—too fast,” you whimper into the couch, repositioning yourself, arms holding yourself upright.
He pulls out and flips you onto your back, pushing the loose fabric of your dress out of the way so he can get a better look at you beneath him. You loop your arms around his shoulders and press your mouth against his as he realigned himself, his cock sliding easily thanks to how wet you were.
Your mouth drops open at the full stretch of this angle, pleasure gushing through your entire body as he slid all the way in, hips pressed against yours. Ran fucks into you slowly for a bit, giving you the space to catch your breath after the previous position, for your walls to start squeezing around his cock again, and then he thrusts balls deep inside you without warning, chuckling when your hand instantly flew to your mouth.
“Wanna hear you princess,” he murmurs by your ear, gripping onto the arm of the couch behind you.
“I—I’m so close Ran, p—please don’t stop—”
“Wasn’t planning to.” He grunts heavily on top of you, spurring you on and spreading your legs even wider to feel his cock deeper, feel his hips slamming against yours, pushing you deeper into the leather couch. “Gonna fill this pussy up. You’d like that? Want to go to this party with my cum plugging this tight pussy? Huh?”
You nod rapidly, moans spilling hastily from your mouth coupled up with whispered chants of his name and “i’m so close, don’t stop baby please, keep going.”
Your nails dug into his shoulders through his suit, eyes squeezing shut as you came on his cock, letting out a silent scream. His hips stutter and he hides his face into your neck and he lets out a low groan of your name before his thrusts come to a stop, his cum seeping inside you, filling you up.
The two of you lay there for a minute, breathing in sync with one another before he sits upright. He’s hesitant to pull his cock out, missing the warmth of your tight heat but does it anyway, and it doesn’t disappoint. The sight of his white cum seeping from your tight hole makes him groan again and stick a finger inside you to keep it plugged.
“Ran,” you call out and he hums in affirmation, looking downwards at his finger slowly scooping more of his cum back inside you. “Were you serious about sending me to the party plugged up?”
“If you’re down for it I would.” He looks up at you. “You wanna?”
You nod and he smirks, pressing one more kiss to your lips before slipping off the couch and fixing himself back into his pants. He tells you he’ll be right back and goes upstairs. He returns back with a plug from a box of your sex toys and kneels in front of you. It’s cold as it presses into your pussy and you let out a soft weak moan as he plugs you up.
“If that’s still in you after the party I’ll give you a treat when we get back, alright baby?”
He helps you refix your dress, thankfully it didn’t rip, and there were a few wet stains from your juices but it blended right in with the black fabric. Ran got his suit a little wet so he went and changed and drove you both to the event. To no-one’s surprise, nobody even questioned why Ran was almost forty five minutes late. A few hours into the party, you were exhausted, social battery completely dried up and you went back to over to Ran’s table, squeezing past his friends to sit on his lap. He pauses his conversation with his friends and leans up to hear you whisper that you’re tired. He stands up and takes your hand, telling his friends he has to go take you home, and ignoring the complaints that he’s gotten too soft. He drove you back home and helped you out of your heels as you collapsed on the bed still in your dress, your eyes threatening to fall asleep.
“Ah-ah,” Ran tuts, shaking his head. “You don’t want your surprise?”
He kneels in front of you and spreads your legs, watching your eyes widen as you remember you’ve been plugged up. He removes it and groans lowly at the sight of his cum seeping out, colouring your pussy lips white.
“Open your mouth baby.” He holds the plug to your lips and you open your mouth wide, sucking on the plug as he lowers himself between your legs.
His tongue snakes out and licks into your pussy, tasting himself and your juices on his tongue. It doesn’t even bother him, too drunk off the taste and scent of your pussy and he hooks his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer. Your moans are muffled around the plug as his tongue circles around your clit, sucking until your back arches and hip stutters, lifting off the bed. He holds you down well enough, and the overwhelming sensation of his tongue flicking your clit has you pulling the plug from your mouth to grab at his hair, tugging and holding it as leverage until your vision blacks out and you’re cumming on his face.
He doesn’t stop licking, his tongue now pressing into your pussy until your body can’t take it anymore. Your legs kick uselessly in the air and your hand tries pushing him off whilst pulling him closer, wanting to feel his nose brushing against your clit. He presses one long last final kiss to your pussy lips before pulling away.
