》 Warning(s): NSFW. Spanking. Reader gets fucked with his baton.
You weren't even sure how you'd gotten here.
One minute you were sulking about Ran cutting his hair -- which felt stupid, but simultaneously was clawing at the softer spots of your heart -- and the next you were thrown over the older Haitanis lap with your pajama pants wrapped around your knees.
You knew sleeping with his brother on his night would grind Rans gears, but you had thought for sure you'd be safe hiding out with Rindou. Apparently, that was not the case, and he was ready to take out his frustrations on you.
"Ran!" You kicked your legs fruitlessly, trying to escape the sting as well as the slow building moisture between your legs. The younger brother just groaned sleepily -- dragging your abandonrd pillow over his head -- when you squealed; the 'thwack!' of Rans baton echoing in the room.
Tears were flooding your eyes as you squirmed in a sad attempt at escape, whimpering when his baton came down again.
"Ran-- 'm sorry! Please, no more." Another pop to your sore bottom as you sniffled, refusing to sob. The cool metal made you squeal as it teased your folds, gathering your slick with every pass over your little hole.
"But you're clearly enjoying yourself, my little lamb. And you gave me such a hard time tonight when I just wanted to be with you." Pressing into your clit, he massages you slowly, smirking when your hips begin rocking against his weapon of choice.
Before you could get too excited, he pulled away and brought it down just below your cheeks, moving the sting to your thighs. When your cry woke Rindou again the man finally gave up his attempts to sleep in his own bed, shooting the two of you a glare that was closer to a pout as he left the room with a sigh.
"Now look, you woke up Rin." Ran chided, bringing the baton to your pussy once more and teasing your needy hole. Slipping the tip of it into you made you melt across his lap, a relieved whine passing your lips.
"Please, Ran. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." The coo you used was designed specifically to coax him into folding, and sure enough he pushed his baton deeper into you with a soft huff of amusement.
"Like this?" His hum as he began fucking you with a sob invoking slowness made you wetter; his nonchalance just made you needier.
Your nodding, rocking back onto the warming metal, made him laugh. With his free hand, he brushed your hair from your face, hooking his thumb in your mouth and pressing down on your tongue. Obediently, you swirled the wet appendage around it and he twisted the angle as a reward.
Sparks of white started shooting across your vision as he bounced the baton against your gummy walls, hitting your g-spot relentlessly.
"Look at you! I can barely move it." Ran teased while you whimpered and moaned helplessly. Your orgasm knocked the wind out of you and he just chuckled, fucking you through it with unnerving efficiency.
"Good girl." A kiss landed on the top of your head and you went lax as he pulled his weapon free of your quivering walls.
