Man Eater (Ranko X Reader)

Chapter 5 - Force (Citrus)

What happens when a man is labeled as an object? Is he a crush or just invisible outside the anatomy?

Enjoy.

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Lemon Warning will be posted when the time comes. Citrus.

Ranko woke up from her slumber. She seemed annoyed. The sun wasn't up yet, it was just before 5 AM, and she was just frustrated. Tightness in her chest and her panties wet. Grrr! Why? What's wrong with me? How do I find another guy with that length and no ego? Around here? Not wanting to be controlling? Ranko shook her head. Guess when you break a guy in it changes things. But when he gets all the attention and girls are used to coming his way he expects it. I don't know what (FN) would want, but I doubt I am his type. He even told me that. And I'm not the girlfriend type. I'm the have fun without worry type. He wants a girlfriend who's nice type.

Ranko ruffled the covers and turned over. Maybe I can rub one out and later go out with the girls and see what boys are around. See what I can get out of one. Though I hate it when boys get attitude and demand. I like calling the shots. I carry the condoms, I pick position, and, why is it that I like the control? Comfort? Confidence? Maybe, do I just need to find a different guy. Because it sure as hell is pointless trying to change a guy's personality. Outside his virginity that is.

She slowly slide a finger down her panties. A green lace. Damn. I'm wet.

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The young woman quickly found her sweet spot. Then reached up to grab her tight chest. She was hard in both of her nipples. Ranko reached behind one of her pillows and dug in the pillowcase. Grabbing a washcloth with something inside of it. Help me out before I get dressed sweet thing. She removed the washcloth and started to lick the toy that was uncovered. Then sucking it so it could be lubricated.  

She poked her sweet spot and gave it a rub. Gripping her nipple and pulling it in a circular motion. As the toy penetrated her, the vision in her head started to shift. Ranko pictured a man on top of her. Not too muscular but not to scrawny. Only looking at his chest and seeing a long and large shaft penetrate her. Breathing heavy and deeply. Doing her best to stay quiet. Just thinking about a hot guy that ravishing her. 

Give it to me! Harder! Fuck me! Put that dick all the way in. Dump that load on my chest and fuck my tits. She brought her nipple to her mouth and started sucking it. And she unleashed her morning pleasure. "MMM!"

Catching her breath and laying there as she started to come familiar with what she wanted. "Could a girl find another EIC?"

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Keep it moving. Wash ya hands.

Ranko got herself into routine. After ditching her wet panties and her nightshirt in the basket she wanted to get moving. Washed her toy and put it back with a fresh towel and got herself in the shower. Taking her time to wash her hair and get clean. Most importantly checking and acting accordingly to have her face clean. No flakes, pimples, or in her mind any imperfections. After that she dressed herself, put on makeup, and was making her way to school. She got there relatively quiet. She saw her best friend getting really close to this boyfriend of hers. He was this virgin and still quite wet behind the ears. Though the early stages, they seemed happy about it.

I don't like him because no one will ever be good enough for Yukana. That's how I feel. But they seem happy. They have a little awkwardness but it will be ironed out if they care about how it works.

Then look at me. Yukana is a sweet girl but doesn't have the experience. And I'm starting to get why having current things are addictive. Eight inches? Addictive. I guess I don't want to have him out of the way until I have another one. But, but we are friends with benefits. Ranko was getting one of those facepalm moments. She realized what she was doing. Maybe she didn't want the guy as a boyfriend, but she could still get him to bed. Why am I being so stupid? I can just ask him to plow me. Duh. What the hell am I thinking?

When at her shoe lockers Gigi was waiting to greet her. Must have been some big news. Usually they met at homeroom instead.

"Hey girl."

"What's up Gigi?"

"Is that Mr. EIC over there? He's with Rin. You know who that is right?"

Ranko shook her head. Then turned around the corner to see long dark hair with purple accents. "Yes." She glared at the girl. "The one that makes the girl's room smell like fish."

Gigi sighed. "The toilet should never smell like a sushi bar."

"It's early too. But are you okay with this? The girl that likes double penetration and all? At least what she claims."

Ranko smirked. "He'll figure it out. If he has common sense. All she has to do is move those panties to the side and he'll get sick to his stomach and leave."

"Women sweat down there you know." Gigi sweatdropped.

"Well guess what? How many times have you had a sleepover and a girl smells like a cheese factory!? None!"

"Fair point..."

Ranko went along with her routine. "I'll keep watch. In the meantime I'll meet you in homeroom and text you if I need to talk about something discreet."

"Like EIC?" Giggled Gigi.

"Kinda..." Ranko blushed. "Nevermind."

"Suuuuuure..."

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🎶The best time to hit the fish market, is all the time.
That's a Homewrecker
Floozy are us
That's the kind.🎶

-Rel