𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂 BOOK 2: HOLY TRINITY SERIES. When I move into the world it feels like a moral fall, like seeking love in a whorehouse. ❝You'll be the ruin of me, won't you?❞ ❝Yes, does that scare you?❞
In which y/n who work...
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"As pitbull says, mathematically this doesn't make sense but in this scenario 1 + 1 = 3"
- Meraki
TW: SMUT, THREESOME, ANAL, ORAL. Mention of Kinks (Praise, Edging, Degrade, Kink and Voyeurisms) Mature languages, read at your own discretion.
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Recap:
His hand gripped the back of your thighs, keeping you planted from where you stood, "No wonder Rin has fallen madly for you.." His hand slithered up until it was close enough to touch your sex. "You got a good mouth on yours as well, but let's put it in better use.."
You slapped his cheek, and the adrenaline in Ran's vessel pumps straight to his cock.
In quick movement he had you pinned and bent down on the ledge of the tub. The water spilled from the edge as you squirmed from his tight hold.
"Let go of me!!" You fought, as his front pressed from your naked ass, trying to block the feeling of his hardening cock rubbing on you.
He pinned your wrist on your lower back, kicked the side of your ankles to have your legs spread out for him until his free hand came up from in front of you and cupped at your sex, rubbing your folds and eliciting a louder forced moan from your lips.
"Shh shh it's okay.." He rubbed his cock from behind you, "Rindou borrowed Arabella once, he'd be okay with me playing with his doll."
His hot tongue slithered on your wet neck, the taste of bath salts and sweat had him moaning against your skin, "Stop it!"
His fingers rubbed simultaneously, while his tongue lapped in fervor on the nape of your neck.
Your mind starts to betray you along with the reactions of your body as you feel your cunt wetting from the movement of his fingers. "R-Ran, stop~" You bit your bottom lip, trying to not let betraying moans spill.
He pushed you to bend, cheek plastered on the wet limestone edge harshly. Making you groan.
He inserted his fingers and you moaned out of irritancy, breath hitching-as you continued to fight against his restraint but he held you in such a tight grip that you could feel your skin almost bruising.
