[Requested][NSFW warning][Unedited]

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      Recently, you had a slight issue. It seemed that your gorgeous boyfriend Rantaro had always been busy. He was always studying, or planning, or going here, or doing this. You didn't mind so much, of course he had a life of his own and you weren't going to intrude on that any more than you already were, but you were beginning to get frustrated. 

      You'd been trying to hint, not so subtly, that you waned to spend some private time with him. You'd done it before, but it  had been a while, since Rantaro had been so busy, barely having time for you. You'd tried to be smooth at the start, but either he wasn't noticing, or wasn't giving you the rise you were hoping for. So, you took it upon yourself to step it up a fair few notches. 

       It wasn't as if the two of you hadn't exchanged pictures before, but this was a little different. You planned to surprise him. A while ago, you'd bought yourself a set of lingerie, black and lacy. He hadn't seen it yet, so you decided this would be the prefect thing. 

    when you knew Rantaro would be out somewhere, you cut off the price tags, and changed into the lingerie in the bathroom. Despite how awkward you felt about doing something like this, still, you unlocked your phone and let yourself fall into a pose you hoped would be alluring in some way. Quickly, you snapped a picture, and sent it to Rantaro. Soon, you saw his text bubble appear.

     Rantaro: Well that came out of no where.

    You: But you aren't complaining though, are you?

     Rantaro: You know now isn't a great time for me.

      You: Oh? It's not? I had no idea.

     Rantaro: Y/N. Come on, don't act like you don't know what you're doing. 

      Before replying, you shifted your pose, and sent him another picture.

     You: What are you talking about, Rantaro?

      Rantaro: Wait. I haven't seen that set before?

     You: What do you mean...?

     Rantaro: Is that new?

     You: Oh, yeah, still had the price tag on it.

     Rantaro: And you didn't think to wear this for me first? 

    You: But I'm wearing it for you right now.

    You knew he'd seen the message, but you got no more reply from this. It made you a little anxious, but perhaps he just wasn't able to reply right that second, since he was out, after all. Or perhaps you were getting the silent treatment - not that Rantaro ever managed to keep that up for long. So, you waited. 

       Sprawled out on your bed, you waited and waited, checking your phone every minute or so.  Still, you did not see his speech bubble. You sighed, about ready to give up and change into something more comfortable, before you heard the lock on your front door click. You jumped in shock, having not expected any visitors today, let alone ones who had keys for your house, and you weren't exactly dressed appropriately for guests.

      You shot up off the bed, stumbling and grabbing for your dressing gown, pulling it around you quickly, half way through tying the belt when the door to your room swung open and you froze like a deer in headlights, head shooting up to see who it was. 

      When Rantaro entered the room, you really shouldn't have been all too surprised. The door was quickly closed behind himself, and he looked less than impressed. He held his phone in his hand, and turned the screen towards you, where you could vaguely see your text conversation.

      "What's this all about then, hm?" He asked, his beautiful green eyes catching yours with his hypnotic gaze, and your breath caught in your throat.

     "I-I don't know what you're--"

      "Oh, I think you do, (Y/N)." Rantaro cut you off, his lips pulling into a slight grin as he locked his phone and tossed it onto the bedside table. "I think you know exactly what you were doing... But fine, I get it~ I'll give you what you wanted~"

    Rantaro approached quickly, grabbing onto you by the collar of your dressing gown, and with a short yank, he pulled your body flush against his, and you could feel him through the material, solid and warm against you, along with something particularly solid against your thigh. You felt a rush of heat and grabbed onto his shoulders, releasing a slow, shaky breath as his nose gently brushed over the soft skin of your neck.

      "You feel that?" He murmured lowly, arms curling low around your waist, lips pressing flush to your skin in purposeful kisses. "You did this."

     "I-I.." You murmured softly, finding it hard to string your words together now as your body grew warm, feeling the heat radiating from Rantaro too, clouding your mind. As if you weren't already distracted by his rather obvious erection poking against your almost exposed skin. 

      "This is what you wanted, right?" He purred softly before you felt his teeth gently nipping at the flesh of your neck, his hands lowering to your thighs, gently sliding under the bottom of your dressing gown. His warm, smooth palms slid along your skin, fingers gently grasping and pulling you closer.

     "Maybe..." You responded softly, weaving a hand through his fluffy green locks, softly grabbing a handful. A faint grin which said 'knew it' flashed across his face as you slowly drew his lips down towards yours, until your lips were ever so slightly brushing together, small tingles of excitement shooting up and down your spine in anticipation. 

     Rantaro broke the tension by pressing his lips to yours in a fierce kiss, fast and needy and explorative, testing just how intense you could take it before you cracked, his soft hands groping your burning skin. You returned the kiss with fervour, winding your hand tighter into his hair, lips clashing against his desperately, hearing the soft, low moans whispered against your plump lips.

     Releasing your grip on his hair for just long enough, you began to tug his shirt upwards, and his hands and lips left your body only just long enough for the layer of material to be discarded, tossed to the floor to be forgotten about until the heat died down. His own hands made light work of the belt of your dressing gown, letting the garment open and it was easily pulled down from your shoulders to pool on the floor, almost tripping you as Rantaro guided you backwards, letting you fall amongst the soft sheets of the bed, sprawling across it length ways.

     He tugged at his brown jeans, working them down quickly and kicking them off to the floor, having already lost his shoes somewhere just inside the doorway. He drew nearer like a predator, easily positioning his muscular physique over you, and even though his face was in shadow, you could easily see the electrifying grin.

     In a quick movement, he hooked a finger under the waistband of your lace panties and pulled, only to let them snap back into place against your skin with a satisfying smack, and you released a soft, startled noise of surprise, which mingled with the deep, velvety chuckle he released. He quickly traced his finger back and forth against the waistband of your panties, ghosting over the skin in a touch that made you squirm and buck your hips. 

     "Rantaro.." You sighed breathlessly, grabbing onto his biceps lightly, pulling him down closer until his lips brushed yours again, lips catching together tantalisingly. 

     "You want it?" He murmured teasingly, and you felt his hand between your thighs, softly rubbing over the lace material teasingly, and moaned softly, your hips softly starting to rock against his fingers, welcoming the soft tingles of pleasure. 

     "I-I do." You whimpered softly and jolted when you felt him pressing against your clit, your hips jolting softly and breathing catching in your throat, the soft movements of his fingers slowing dangerously, until you moved your hips more frantically to make up for it, until he held your hips steady with one hand, and you whined at him softly. 

     "I wonder how long you can wait for it...~" He grinned deeply at you, keeping his slow, torturous movements steady. 

      "I-I can't-" You murmured quickly, gazing up at him imploringly with wide (E/C) eyes. He paused for a moment, then grinned.

     "Good, because I can't either." He responded, his mischievous grin falling away, leaving his stoic, intense expression. He would've appear to most people, but you were so close, lips brushing, breath mingling, bodies brushing, you could see the deep shimmering in his eyes, the burning passion and intensity. 

    He hooked your panties to one side, fingers softly stroking your lower lips, sensually spreading the wetness which had gathered there. Teasingly, he dipped a finger in once, twice, three or so times and you whimpered desperately. He pushed his boxers down just enough, grabbing a condom from the top drawer of the bedside table, quickly rolling it down his length with a long exhale of anticipation. 

    "Get ready~" Rantaro murmured softly, holding your panties in pace to the side, gripping one of your thighs, lifting it, pushing it back. His tip prodded at your entrance, before pushing in with a singular sharp thrust, sliding forcefully between your slicked walls.

     You both let out long, satisfied moans, before he slowly drew out, before driving back in, hard and deep. His pace was steady, and a little on the slower side, but methodical and rhythmic, never failing to cage your breath in your throat and force out a few hazy pants. His deep, intense eyes roamed your body greedily, admiring the curves and the contrasting lace, hugging your skin tightly in all the right places. In his eyes, you'd never looked sexier. 

     Your hips collided steadily, each time a small sound was forced from your lips,hands gripping tightly at his shoulders as you were rocked with each time he dove deeper inside of you. You could see Rantaro slowly losing his cool as each thrust became a little sharper, more purposeful, reaching that little bit deeper. More and more sounds were drawn out of you, as you began to feel the searing heat of pleasure, building slowly towards your climax, which Rantaro never failed to push you to. 

      His eyes screwed tightly shut and he let his head slump forward, his forehead resting very lightly against yours. He shifted his hand to under your knee, push it further back to your chest, and with little effort, hooking your leg over his shoulder. Each time, he pushed in to hilt, and you clung to him so tightly your nails dug white crescent marks into his shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself, and hold yourself back from falling into the euphoria. 

      However, you couldn't fend it off for long, your breaths coming raggedly, few and far between. The intensity and ferocity of his movements was all too much for you to cope with, your high was reaching and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

       His pace picked up considerably as he chased his own high, and you let out a few shrill moans, toppling over the edge into the intense pleasure Rantaro always brought you, clinging onto him particularly tightly as your body rocked with his movements.

     As you gradually came down from your high, trembling lightly and vaguely numb with the tingling afterglow, you heard Rantaro let out a low, guttural moan, dropping his head shakily into the crook of your neck, and shoot his load into the condom. 

     After a few moments, he pulled out and removed the condom, tying it off and dropping it next to the bed somewhere, deciding he could deal with that and the randomly strewn clothes later on. He collapsed next to you, with a fond smile, throwing one arm across your midriff. 

     "Hey..." He smiled a little wider, a small glimmer of mischief in his eye as he gently pinged the strap of your bra. "Got any more new sets to show me~?" 

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