ARE THE BUNGO FANS COMING BACK BECAUSE OF SEASON 4, BECAUSE SO MUCH OF MY BUNGO STUFF HAS BEEN BLOWING UP AGAIN THE PAST FEW DAYS AHAHSHJCJCJSHXNKDJCNXN
content— ran has range (switchy/mean/adoring), established relationship, afab reader, gn reader no pronouns just pet names, reader is kinda bratty at one point but it goes both ways, love declaration, ball gag, light exhibitionism/voyeurism, teasing, praise, masochism, this started with one thirsty sentence and now it’s this. Not edited!
wc— ~900
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Ran, in his prime, or when he’s unraveling, is vocal in bed.
Actually, anytime and anywhere you’re fucking, he most likely will not shut the fuck up.
At your apartment : “You like that? I bet you do, look at your fuckin pretty pout.”
“Is this what you wanted?” His tenor drops. “Oh, Yeah?” Each commanding word wrecks you by his whispers, “Fuckin’ tell me what you want while I grab that ass.” His pleased grunts keep you talking.
When Rindou’s home: You don’t have the heart to tell Ran to keep his words to himself, because the beginning of your end arrives every time he tells you to, “Shut the fuck up.”
Down the bricked alley behind a Bonten-friendly Michelin restaurant: “Arch your back a little more, yeah? Shit, that’s good, just like that.”
Under said circumstances, you grip him so tight. “Ah—ha, f-feel good, angel? Oh yeah, you’re so fuckin’ sexy taking this dick.”
In a Bonten vehicle. “‘Kill for this pussy, I would, baby, I would…” And there are worst circumstances to you discover you’re a squirter.
So one lusty evening, you ask him to bite a beautiful ball gag. You were as willing a patron as Mitsuya was a maker when he found out the custom accessory was for the Ran Haitani. It becomes a game changer, just not in the way you anticipated.
He doesn’t wear the gag every time —of course you live for a nasty ribbon of filth falling from his swollen lips— but you do enjoy the privacy even if it’s not exactly silent. Your own wanton songs aren’t as subdued as the older Haitani’s. Still, across the condo, Rindou is thankful he doesn’t hear the rhythm and booms of his brother. What he is able to hear through his headphones, is how Ran is unmistakably fucking you.
Although your breathy affirmations whisper in his ears and down to his loins, Ran’s still not at your mercy. The obstructing sphere between his canines keeps him ferocious.
“Mmmmff!” The gag stays on even when he’s now at work, sweating and losing cool from your siphoning cunt wrapping around his shaft. The gag obscures babbling curses and obscenities across your carotid.
Above your glowing heat, Ran swings his hips to the harmony of your cries and his gasps. His eyes, usually relaxed, are only rounding, wide, and even rolling. He’s a muzzled animal, feral over, around, and within you. Uncontrollably harnessed, the discomfort propels him toward his limits. He squeezes your shared nonverbal pattern into your shoulder.
By the time you release Ran from the leather, the luxurious matte and night shaded finish is doused with drool. You drop the gag to the mattress and trade for massaging above his spine on the base of his head.
His jaw hangs slack and his tongue lolls with ropes of spit that dangle with each desperate thrust. “Y/- ugh.” He removes one of his hands from framing your face and massages his sore jaw. “‘M good.” Ran assures you and adjusts his knees digging the mattress between your legs. Be licks his lips and misses the dried sheen at the corners. His voice drops another step. “‘Want to tell you some things .”
You almost feel bad for him until you remember his masochistic tendencies. He scoops his cock, unearthing your primal cry and identifying your lover.
“Huhhh, y-yeah?” A small smile washes your blissed-out face.
Ran’s throat is arid and taught. He swallows in an attempt to wet his words. They emerge breathless. “I need you.”
You frantically nod as he hits you as deep as your hole will go. “I need you, Ran.”
“None of this shit matters without you.”
Bonten. Guns. Gold. Pretty things.
“Let me love you until I cant.”
It’s a declaration, but you’ll follow his lead. Until it’s once again, your turn to give him direction.
You shake your head with a will this time. “Unh- fuck, Ran let me.”
Ran frowns at your frustrated reply. “I will-”
“I love you, big dummy.”
Ran’s hips stutter. His long eyebrows rise in amusement. “Are you tryna brat?” He all but stops his movements, but youre quick to buck your hips and continue milking him if he wont.
“Uh uh.”
Ran’s next question is raspy as he pants, “Want my fingers in your mouth?” He continues to rut within you, settling the side of his damp jaw to your warm temple. Your lover tilts his grin up and away from your hold on his nape. He wants a clear view of your blissful features.
You meet Ran’s gaze with your bleary ones and register the depth in his dimple. You clench at the sincerity of his smirk. He proceeds to coach you through whatever thoughts you could possibly have left, “You wanna try something new, love?” He rubs his achy jaw again, remembering the slickened accessory and holds it over your nose, still working his hot cock for the creamy ring around it.
Ran groans as if he only knows sweet pain. “So fuckin’ cute,” he mutters, “Tell me if you want it.”
His spoken, clear and deeply desiring words only enhance his waving motions, his ocean of long and heavy adoration. Your eyes snap shut. For Ran, your mewls are not a satisfying answer. “C’mon baby, before -ungh-“ before he comes, “use your words while you can.”
If only he could fuck the answer from your core and push it out your perfect mouth.
The sloppy sounds of your union fill Ran’s ears, and your silence almost has his doubts. “You can say n-,”
Your brows furrow and your voice wavers, “Wan’ it, Ran.”
His large and languorous smile you love returns. “Open for me, then.”
Instinct digs for your jaw hinge to open. Ran presses the ball in your pretty maw.
“Good dove.” He hums and his lazy half-lids close further. “Are you my good little dove?”
“Mhhmff-ff-fff-ff.” Your gaze drops when you can’t tell if he’s teasing or not.
Ran grimaces with a smile. “I know.” He sighs and likewise loses his ability to speak. The sight of you subdued overwhelms him. Your muted cries blend with run-on I-knows. He grabs your thighs, supporting your tilting and frantic hips further up, so close to coming. The new leverage gets him deeper and the gag harnesses your guttural scream.
The bed begins to shake beneath your writhing and virile bodies, both becoming inside out. There goes your heart, here comes your soul.
It’s only you. You know Ran when he earthquakes. When his territory falls apart or crashes together, only you know how far his aftershocks stretch. He trusts you naked and clothed. You’re the only person who can unlock his sorry brain. Pull his silky strands and make it a mess while he loses his brain matter. Extract an antidote bonded in euphoria. Scream when his love burns brighter than you’ll ever know.
Ran bellows through his orgasm, “I love you.” Each word lasts at the rate of his releasing ropes of cum.
Your tearful moans and vice like grip gives Ran enough to go on. He withdraws too soon, grinning goofy and quickly releasing your lips from the ball. To your complete overwhelm, Ran happily adjusts the belt and gags himself.
And the night is young.
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wait you guys know that drawing (im pretty sure it’s from the character book??) of hanma kisaki and sanzu gambling??? does anyone have it saved and can dm it to me??? i saw it on my feed the other day and forgot to like/save it and now i need it for something but i cant track it down nahfjdjdndnskks
anyone wanna send in asks that I can make short thirst drabbles out of?? I’m so busy with work that my free time is used to catch up on personal things to the point where I have almost no time to really brainstorm ideas and write anymore 🥺😫
Let’s Give ‘em a Show, Yeah Baby? {Shinichiro Sano}
Ft. a cameo from our fave Black Dragons members Wakasa, Benkei and Takeomi❣️
Tags: 18+ MDNI, exhibitionism/voyeurism(adding just in case??), mentions of masturbation, some dirty talk, quick mentions of hair pulling and spanking, implied unprotected sex, lil bit of over stim, Shin uses the name baby once.
WC: 953
AN: Ahhhh, why has it taken me so long to write for Shin???? Also, sorry it’s been so long since my last piece, work has me stressed :(((
Shinichiro Sano—a name admired by many. Shinichiro has his flaws, sure. Leader of a gang, wouldn’t most see that as a red flag? Despite that he’s kind, trustworthy. No one thinks the worst of him, he’s been labeled as a kind soul. It can make people underestimate him, not see when he’s scheming. The relentless amount of times he’s been pestered about his love life, Wakasa joking about yet another rejection Shinichiro has received. It would get under any normal person’s skin.
He’s quiet, arms wrapped around you tightly as you’re straddled in his lap, his tongue in your mouth. He’s messy and intense, always kissing you and holding you close like he’s scared that the moment he lets go you’ll vanish.
Constant rapid, loud knocks on the front door make you pull away from him. “Shin, you going to get that?” He groans, throwing his head back in annoyance, “nah, clearly I have more important things to do right now, whoever it is, they’ll leave.” A stupid wide toothy grin plastered his face as you rolled your eyes at him. What you didn’t know was that he invited Benkei, Wakasa and Takeomi over earlier. He knew he wouldn’t answer the door for them and he knew Wakasa knew exactly where the spare key was hidden and would let himself in.
He returns to distracting you with a kiss and now he’s quick and determined, on a mission, maneuvering you so he can easily get rid of your clothing before pulling his cock out of his jeans. You riding him was a sight to behold in Shinichiro’s opinion. He loved feeling you take all of him, the way your face scrunched up when his tip first enters you, feeling you tighten around him and wiggle your hips to adjust yourself to him inside of you. You’re quick to please, a few thrusts and you’re already moaning loudly for him.
“Shin? You there?” Wakasa’s voice fills the house, he must’ve finally got tired of waiting and let everyone in. You’re quick to freak out, eyes widening as you realize someone’s in the house and you don’t want to be walked in on. You try to run away, pull yourself off his lap but he’s quick to react, grabbing your sides to hold you still on top of him, “shhh baby, it’s okay.” He says with such assurance before his friends fill the room. Takeomi and Benkei wide eyed, surprised at the scene in front of them while Wakasa looks bored, like he knew this was coming.
“What the fuck.” Takeomi’s breathless as you whine, hiding your face in the crook of Shinichiro’s neck. You wish you could vanish in this moment, be like a turtle and hide in the safety of your shell. “Come on, why don’t we put on a show, hm?” His eyes are dark, you cry at his crude words, clenching around him as he begins to guide your hips to move up and down his length. You throw your head back as the angle of the thrusts allow him to curve perfecty inside of you. Each slap of his balls against your ass makes you hyper aware that his friend can hear every lewd sound in the room. You can’t see them since your back is facing them, but Shinichiro has a perfect view from over your shoulder. Wakasa’s already pulling his semi-hard on out, stroking himself to the sight before him. Takeomi and Benkei aren’t quite as shameful, at least not yet, as they palm their bulges through their pants, slowly working up to the point that Wakasa’s already at. “Shin, gonna cum,” You hold onto him like he’s going to protect you, like you forgot he’s the reason you’re in this situation in the first place. He has you moaning, juices leaking down his cock as his friends watch your thighs shake from your own release.
“Ready for round two?” He’s soft as he waits for you to catch your breath before signaling for you to move from your current position. He gets you on the floor on your hands and knees, now coming face to face with his friends. The friends who you’ve hung out with dozens of times before are now sitting in front of you, fisting themselves to the sight of their best friend with his partner. They’re enamored with you, the way your eyes roll into the back of your head and mouth hanging slightly open when Shinichiro fills you up with his length again. Jealous even, as they imagine what it would feel like to have you squeezing around their lengths in this moment and not just their hands working themselves to a release.
He’s tugging at your hair, keeping your head up to maintain eye contact with the guys as he continues his thrusts. He’s rough, wanting you to make every sound you could possibly muster, “Why don’t you tell ‘em how good I fuck you?” He grunts as he lays a sharp slap to your bottom and a rough thrust, causing you to jolt forward.
“Mmm Shin, feels s’good.” Your voice trembling, face practically pressed up against Benkei’s knee as you rock against Shinichiro. Whining, you feel the overwhelming sensation come over you, tightening around him as you release. You can feel the liquid pooling up around him, feel it coat your inner thighs as he pulls out of you. Your hands and knees give in, your body lightly falling against the floor as you lose your balance.
“Fuck, that was hot.” You had no response to Shinichiro’s friends' comments as they also finished chasing their high. And you certainly haven’t pieced it together yet that Shinichiro planned the whole thing.
Let’s Give ‘em a Show, Yeah Baby? {Shinichiro Sano}
Ft. a cameo from our fave Black Dragons members Wakasa, Benkei and Takeomi❣️
Tags: 18+ MDNI, exhibitionism/voyeurism(adding just in case??), mentions of masturbation, some dirty talk, quick mentions of hair pulling and spanking, implied unprotected sex, lil bit of over stim, Shin uses the name baby once.
WC: 953
AN: Ahhhh, why has it taken me so long to write for Shin???? Also, sorry it’s been so long since my last piece, work has me stressed :(((
Shinichiro Sano—a name admired by many. Shinichiro has his flaws, sure. Leader of a gang, wouldn’t most see that as a red flag? Despite that he’s kind, trustworthy. No one thinks the worst of him, he’s been labeled as a kind soul. It can make people underestimate him, not see when he’s scheming. The relentless amount of times he’s been pestered about his love life, Wakasa joking about yet another rejection Shinichiro has received. It would get under any normal person’s skin.
He’s quiet, arms wrapped around you tightly as you’re straddled in his lap, his tongue in your mouth. He’s messy and intense, always kissing you and holding you close like he’s scared that the moment he lets go you’ll vanish.
Constant rapid, loud knocks on the front door make you pull away from him. “Shin, you going to get that?” He groans, throwing his head back in annoyance, “nah, clearly I have more important things to do right now, whoever it is, they’ll leave.” A stupid wide toothy grin plastered his face as you rolled your eyes at him. What you didn’t know was that he invited Benkei, Wakasa and Takeomi over earlier. He knew he wouldn’t answer the door for them and he knew Wakasa knew exactly where the spare key was hidden and would let himself in.
He returns to distracting you with a kiss and now he’s quick and determined, on a mission, maneuvering you so he can easily get rid of your clothing before pulling his cock out of his jeans. You riding him was a sight to behold in Shinichiro’s opinion. He loved feeling you take all of him, the way your face scrunched up when his tip first enters you, feeling you tighten around him and wiggle your hips to adjust yourself to him inside of you. You’re quick to please, a few thrusts and you’re already moaning loudly for him.
“Shin? You there?” Wakasa’s voice fills the house, he must’ve finally got tired of waiting and let everyone in. You’re quick to freak out, eyes widening as you realize someone’s in the house and you don’t want to be walked in on. You try to run away, pull yourself off his lap but he’s quick to react, grabbing your sides to hold you still on top of him, “shhh baby, it’s okay.” He says with such assurance before his friends fill the room. Takeomi and Benkei wide eyed, surprised at the scene in front of them while Wakasa looks bored, like he knew this was coming.
“What the fuck.” Takeomi’s breathless as you whine, hiding your face in the crook of Shinichiro’s neck. You wish you could vanish in this moment, be like a turtle and hide in the safety of your shell. “Come on, why don’t we put on a show, hm?” His eyes are dark, you cry at his crude words, clenching around him as he begins to guide your hips to move up and down his length. You throw your head back as the angle of the thrusts allow him to curve perfecty inside of you. Each slap of his balls against your ass makes you hyper aware that his friend can hear every lewd sound in the room. You can’t see them since your back is facing them, but Shinichiro has a perfect view from over your shoulder. Wakasa’s already pulling his semi-hard on out, stroking himself to the sight before him. Takeomi and Benkei aren’t quite as shameful, at least not yet, as they palm their bulges through their pants, slowly working up to the point that Wakasa’s already at. “Shin, gonna cum,” You hold onto him like he’s going to protect you, like you forgot he’s the reason you’re in this situation in the first place. He has you moaning, juices leaking down his cock as his friends watch your thighs shake from your own release.
“Ready for round two?” He’s soft as he waits for you to catch your breath before signaling for you to move from your current position. He gets you on the floor on your hands and knees, now coming face to face with his friends. The friends who you’ve hung out with dozens of times before are now sitting in front of you, fisting themselves to the sight of their best friend with his partner. They’re enamored with you, the way your eyes roll into the back of your head and mouth hanging slightly open when Shinichiro fills you up with his length again. Jealous even, as they imagine what it would feel like to have you squeezing around their lengths in this moment and not just their hands working themselves to a release.
He’s tugging at your hair, keeping your head up to maintain eye contact with the guys as he continues his thrusts. He’s rough, wanting you to make every sound you could possibly muster, “Why don’t you tell ‘em how good I fuck you?” He grunts as he lays a sharp slap to your bottom and a rough thrust, causing you to jolt forward.
“Mmm Shin, feels s’good.” Your voice trembling, face practically pressed up against Benkei’s knee as you rock against Shinichiro. Whining, you feel the overwhelming sensation come over you, tightening around him as you release. You can feel the liquid pooling up around him, feel it coat your inner thighs as he pulls out of you. Your hands and knees give in, your body lightly falling against the floor as you lose your balance.
“Fuck, that was hot.” You had no response to Shinichiro’s friends' comments as they also finished chasing their high. And you certainly haven’t pieced it together yet that Shinichiro planned the whole thing.
Let’s Give ‘em a Show, Yeah Baby? {Shinichiro Sano}
Ft. a cameo from our fave Black Dragons members Wakasa, Benkei and Takeomi❣️
Tags: 18+ MDNI, exhibitionism/voyeurism(adding just in case??), mentions of masturbation, some dirty talk, quick mentions of hair pulling and spanking, implied unprotected sex, lil bit of over stim, Shin uses the name baby once.
WC: 953
AN: Ahhhh, why has it taken me so long to write for Shin???? Also, sorry it’s been so long since my last piece, work has me stressed :(((
Shinichiro Sano—a name admired by many. Shinichiro has his flaws, sure. Leader of a gang, wouldn’t most see that as a red flag? Despite that he’s kind, trustworthy. No one thinks the worst of him, he’s been labeled as a kind soul. It can make people underestimate him, not see when he’s scheming. The relentless amount of times he’s been pestered about his love life, Wakasa joking about yet another rejection Shinichiro has received. It would get under any normal person’s skin.
He’s quiet, arms wrapped around you tightly as you’re straddled in his lap, his tongue in your mouth. He’s messy and intense, always kissing you and holding you close like he’s scared that the moment he lets go you’ll vanish.
Constant rapid, loud knocks on the front door make you pull away from him. “Shin, you going to get that?” He groans, throwing his head back in annoyance, “nah, clearly I have more important things to do right now, whoever it is, they’ll leave.” A stupid wide toothy grin plastered his face as you rolled your eyes at him. What you didn’t know was that he invited Benkei, Wakasa and Takeomi over earlier. He knew he wouldn’t answer the door for them and he knew Wakasa knew exactly where the spare key was hidden and would let himself in.
He returns to distracting you with a kiss and now he’s quick and determined, on a mission, maneuvering you so he can easily get rid of your clothing before pulling his cock out of his jeans. You riding him was a sight to behold in Shinichiro’s opinion. He loved feeling you take all of him, the way your face scrunched up when his tip first enters you, feeling you tighten around him and wiggle your hips to adjust yourself to him inside of you. You’re quick to please, a few thrusts and you’re already moaning loudly for him.
“Shin? You there?” Wakasa’s voice fills the house, he must’ve finally got tired of waiting and let everyone in. You’re quick to freak out, eyes widening as you realize someone’s in the house and you don’t want to be walked in on. You try to run away, pull yourself off his lap but he’s quick to react, grabbing your sides to hold you still on top of him, “shhh baby, it’s okay.” He says with such assurance before his friends fill the room. Takeomi and Benkei wide eyed, surprised at the scene in front of them while Wakasa looks bored, like he knew this was coming.
“What the fuck.” Takeomi’s breathless as you whine, hiding your face in the crook of Shinichiro’s neck. You wish you could vanish in this moment, be like a turtle and hide in the safety of your shell. “Come on, why don’t we put on a show, hm?” His eyes are dark, you cry at his crude words, clenching around him as he begins to guide your hips to move up and down his length. You throw your head back as the angle of the thrusts allow him to curve perfecty inside of you. Each slap of his balls against your ass makes you hyper aware that his friend can hear every lewd sound in the room. You can’t see them since your back is facing them, but Shinichiro has a perfect view from over your shoulder. Wakasa’s already pulling his semi-hard on out, stroking himself to the sight before him. Takeomi and Benkei aren’t quite as shameful, at least not yet, as they palm their bulges through their pants, slowly working up to the point that Wakasa’s already at. “Shin, gonna cum,” You hold onto him like he’s going to protect you, like you forgot he’s the reason you’re in this situation in the first place. He has you moaning, juices leaking down his cock as his friends watch your thighs shake from your own release.
“Ready for round two?” He’s soft as he waits for you to catch your breath before signaling for you to move from your current position. He gets you on the floor on your hands and knees, now coming face to face with his friends. The friends who you’ve hung out with dozens of times before are now sitting in front of you, fisting themselves to the sight of their best friend with his partner. They’re enamored with you, the way your eyes roll into the back of your head and mouth hanging slightly open when Shinichiro fills you up with his length again. Jealous even, as they imagine what it would feel like to have you squeezing around their lengths in this moment and not just their hands working themselves to a release.
He’s tugging at your hair, keeping your head up to maintain eye contact with the guys as he continues his thrusts. He’s rough, wanting you to make every sound you could possibly muster, “Why don’t you tell ‘em how good I fuck you?” He grunts as he lays a sharp slap to your bottom and a rough thrust, causing you to jolt forward.
“Mmm Shin, feels s’good.” Your voice trembling, face practically pressed up against Benkei’s knee as you rock against Shinichiro. Whining, you feel the overwhelming sensation come over you, tightening around him as you release. You can feel the liquid pooling up around him, feel it coat your inner thighs as he pulls out of you. Your hands and knees give in, your body lightly falling against the floor as you lose your balance.
“Fuck, that was hot.” You had no response to Shinichiro’s friends' comments as they also finished chasing their high. And you certainly haven’t pieced it together yet that Shinichiro planned the whole thing.
