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Sugar On My Tongue

— ♬ "Like sugar on my tongue, tongue, tongue. Your body is so sweet, sweet, sweet. Invite me if you'd come, come, come. It's all I want to eat, eat, eat."

— ♬ featuring: Ranpo Edogawa. NSFW, MINORS DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT, fem reader, Ranpo getting jealous, semi-public sex, cunnilingious, Ranpo being down bad and pussy drunk, Ranpo might have an oral fixation whoops, he wants that cookie so bad, just absolute fucking filth, 5.5k words, no beta

— ♬ Heard this banger and immediately thought of Ranpo. He got me tweaking while writing this, I want him so fucking bad y'all

One can tell someone's personality based on their tastes—especially their favorite flavor. It can loosely reveal fragments of a person's pscyhe too. We all have that favorite flavor that our pallete keeps chasing and craving for. A flavor that makes us salivate. A flavor we can't get enough of.

We all put something in our mouths daily. Ranpo Edogawa knows it the most, as do the majority of the population with common sense. He doesn't bother counting all the times his mouth isn't occupied with food, notably sweets and snacks. The members of the Armed Detective Agency considered it common knowledge to know about Ranpo's tastes; it's not exactly easy to ignore, given how many times they have witnessed the detective eating at his desk. He can be found munching on flavorful chips in the morning. At lunch, he'll have his favorite dessert at the café downstairs. And when his shift is almost over, he'll get a rice cake or pastry. His diet isn't exactly preferable—Yosano expresses—and she tried to persuade the detective to be more mindful of what he eats, but all she gets is a childish rebuttal every time that prompted her to stop bothering him in the end—he's a grown ass man anyway and he can take care of himself for god's sake.

As notorously unnaturally intelligent as the great detective is, Ranpo can be easily bribed with his favorite foods. If someone needs a favor from him or wants to be on his good side, feeding his insatiable appetite does the trick. Don't be mistaken, though. Ranpo can get really picky when it comes to his food. Fukuzawa has remarked about this in the past when he first met him and took him out to eat. Despite being presented with his favorite food, Ranpo would take out bits and pieces that he didn't want to eat or taste.

The detective undoubtedly came across as eccentric because of his well-known but oddly specific food preferences. At times, this makes Ranpo a bit hard to please. But the members of the Agency—especially Ranpo himself—knew he was too important to piss off and not grant anything that he needed. In a sense, he was spoiled. However, even if Ranpo can have any flavor he could ever try, he's curious to find more. He wants something to savor that he hasn't tasted before. Something that could satiate his greedy tongue.

You weren't sure what you were expecting when you began working as one of the clerks in the Armed Detective Agency. Having moved to Yokohama a month prior, your first priority was finding a stable job. It seemed that luck was on your side when you stumbled across an old friend back at high school. You were grateful to Haruno Kirako for recommending you to the Agency's president. She reassured you that he was a kind and accepting man. It was a surprise when you landed the job within the following week.

Your fellow clerks and co-workers welcomed you with warm smiles. You were the closest to Haruno, of course, but you and one of the detectives, Tanizaki Junichiro's sister, got close immediately. Naomi Tanizaki was a bright girl who introduced you to the rest of the detectives. You did find some of them weird, like Dazai Osamu, who immediately proposed to you to have a romantic double suicide with him, to which he got whacked in the head by Kunikida Doppo, but most of them were genuinely kindhearted people. You got along with Yosano Akiko the most.

It didn't take long for you to adjust comfortably to your work life in the Armed Detective Agency. You developed a routine that fits in with your starting life in Yokohama. You and Haruno always walked together on the way to work, and you two would have lunch with Naomi too, at the café downstairs. If Yosano weren't occupied, she would join you three. The café was a favorite amongst the detectives, and they frequently spent their time there in between and after shifts. So, it didn't come as a surprise when Ranpo Edogawa walked into the café one spring day when you were having lunch with the girls.

The detective was accompanied by Dazai, Atsushi, and Tanizaki. There was a brief exchange of polite greetings and smiles as they settled down by the counter near your table. The conversation continues within the group. You were stirring your milkshake when you felt a gaze on you. As your eyes peered up, you were met with emerald orbs. You blinked for a moment before raising a brow when you realized you were making eye contact with Ranpo. You and the detective barely crossed paths or spoke more than three words. You were one of those people who viewed Ranpo to be childish, but you didn't find it entirely irritating. You were the first to peel your eyes away as your focus trailed back to your half-finished dessert.

Haruno and Naomi were the first to return to the Agency upstairs, leaving you with Yosano. The doctor was stirring her coffee; there was a knowing smile on her features that slowly unsettled you. As she brings her cup to her lips, Ranpo suddenly appears by the table. Yosano scoots to her right to give room for the detective, who plops comfortably beside her. He grins as he munches on his chocolate pastry with crumbs scattered around his mouth. The doctor and the detective talked for a while, merely making you feel like an awkward and unwelcome listener. Yosano excuses herself and eventually leaves the table to return to her clinic. You stayed for a moment longer to finish your milkshake.

That's when it hit you that you were alone, you were alone with Ranpo at the café. Tanizaki left with Haruno and Naomi earlier, and Dazai and Atsushi followed after Yosano's departure. Your posture stiffened, not that Ranpo intimidated you, but there's something rather unbelievably authoritative in his presence despite the childish mannerisms. There was awkward silence as you hurried to finish your milkshake and wipe your lips; there were remnants of your cherry lipstick on the tissue.

"What's with the hurry?"

The detective asked as he finished his pastry. He clumsily wipes the stray crumbs on his mouth with the sleeve of his white dress shirt instead of using a napkin. You blinked and smiled cautiously at his way.

"... I just remembered I have work to finish today"

"Hmm, diligent"

Ranpo remarked. A waiter arrives at the table and places a plate of strawberry shortcake in front of him. He licks his lips with excitement and immediately grabs the fork to take a slice. You observed the detective's greedy chewing, unable to decide on how to take your leave politely. Ranpo continues to eat his dessert, appearing not to be affected at all by your company. Your hand quietly reached for your bag and placed it on your lap.

"I really should be heading back."

"Are you? It seems like something's stopping you."

Ranpo chuckles as he licks the whipped cream off his cupid's bow with the tip of his tongue. You swallowed. It did feel like something was holding you back from leaving the detective. Your eyes trailed from his dessert and back to him, trying to search for a reason. The detective can barely hide his grin at the way you directed a narrowed look at him. Ranpo leans back and lazily twirls the fork between his fingers.

"Your milkshake has been gone for almost three minutes, and you haven't paid your bill yet. Either you're procrastinating or you don't mind being stuck here with me."

When a sharp grin spreads across the detective's face, you can feel your ears go warm. You averted your gaze and gripped the fabric material of your bag.

"You sound so sure of yourself."

"Of course I am. I'm always right."

Ranpo popped another slice of the strawberry shortcake into his mouth and reveled at the frown sitting on your features. It's cute. He licks the cream deliberately off his fork.

"You're insufferable."

You muttered unintentionally under your breath before stiffening. Your teeth sank bashfully on your bottom lip as your eyes carefully trailed back at Ranpo. Judging from the widened grin on his face and the mischievous glint in his emerald eyes, he definetly heard you.

"Mmm, people say that all the time."

Ranpo leans forward from his seat as his teeth peep out between his lips, pearly white glistening under the café lights. You squirmed under his intense green orbs as your back hit the cushion of your seat.

"But most of them always stay anyway."

The detective takes another slice of his dessert and continues to eat with greedy delight. The silence that followed felt palpable. You were uncertain how to interpret the first proper interaction with Ranpo. It made you feel uneasy every time his gaze landed on you—his eyelids relaxed and lidded—like he's slowly unraveling every piece of you until you're bare for him to dissect. You nervously toyed with the tissue with your lipstick stain in your hands as you made efforts to avoid looking into his eyes.

"Cherry suits you."

Both of your eyebrows raise towards him, betraying yourself as you make bewildered eye contact with the detective. Ranpo swallows the last piece of the strawberry shortcake.

"What?"

"Your lipstick"

He elaborates. You blink several times in disbelief and scoff. You crumpled the tissue in your hands and stuffed it in your skirt's pocket.

"You always notice everything."

"Of course I do, it's my job."

Ranpo laughs and sends you a childish smile. He sets his fork down on the plate after thoroughly devouring his dessert. Out of all the available sweets on display in the café, he finds himself only looking at you. His stare was beginning to feel unnerving, knowing you have no clue what's running inside that intelligent head of his.

"Now, shall we head back up to the office, chérie?"

The nickname delivers a throb in your chest, and you can feel your tummy responding enjoyably much to your disappointment. You paid for your bill and left the café with Ranpo. You and the detective separate ways upon entering the Agency. Before he returns to his desk, he spares a look over his shoulder to see you briefly re-applying the cherry-shade lipstick on your lips before meeting up with Haruno. He smiles and decides to turn his heel and head towards the restrooms instead.

The following weeks felt like an onslaught of teasing from Ranpo Edogawa. How did this man go from barely noticing you to reminding you he's insufferable? It began every lunch, whenever you would eat at the café—alone or with your friends—he'll always slide to your table and pick on your little habits. He'll laugh at you for having frosting on your upper lip and not telling you until you go back to work. He'd flick breadcrumbs in your direction. And he kept calling you that French nickname instead of your name, earning you weird looks from your co-workers. The best you did was to brush him off, but it seemed to encourage him to pester you more. You didn't want to snap at him, considering that he's technically your senior and it's rude.

Ranpo has to hand it to Dazai, annoying women to get their attention does do the trick. Lord knows he can't be effortlessly suave like him, so he takes a different route. And my god, you were fucking adorable. He's incessantly poking at you like the strawberry on top of a creamy cake. It was always a treat to see you glare and frown at him, but not do anything about it. He likes to think you're enjoying the teasing just as he was.

Yosano wagged her finger once at him when she caught on to what he was up to; you probably told her.

"Rile her up too much and she's going to think you're just a jerk."

She warned him. He paused. The doctor was right, he has to be careful not to take it too far, you might end up resenting him before he could get a taste. Why not properly take her out on a date instead of disturbing her during lunchtime? Yosano asked. What's the fun in that? he replied, and she only clicked her tongue and then shook her head at him.

The truth that he kept was that you have occupied his thoughts ever since your first several weeks working at the Armed Detective Agency. When Naomi introduced you to the detectives, he barely batted an eye. But it was when you approached his desk for the first time to deliver important files, he got a whiff of your vanilla strawberry perfume when you got near to place the folders on his desk. The moment Ranpo got a proper look at you for the first time, he couldn't peel his eyes away. Your cherry-shade lips looked so delicious. The ribbon in your hair seemed like you were a dessert unwrapped. The way you dressed, walked, talked, and remained out of reach for him left an impression that you belonged on those rows of saccharine-sweet pastries in his favorite bakery—something too pretty to touch but impossible not to drool over.

Ranpo wanted to taste a piece of you so fucking bad, he just doesn't know how to earn it. Being overly nice to you would only make you think he's being kind for kind's sake. Being a teasing asshole would probably push you further away and produce a bad image of him in your head. This is so ridiculous, honestly. He would rather get caught with his fly open than admit it. It was so natural, but Ranpo's handling it like a clumsy high school boy having a crush for the first time. He deducted that it would be one of two things: he mans up and asks you out, or he does nothing and pathetically jerk his dick off to your name. He sighs and heads towards the restroom again.

Occasionally, the Armed Detective Agency was invited for a celebratory party as gratitude for their involvement in ensuring the safety and in service for the citizens in Yokohama. Not everybody was required to attend, but it was heavily encouraged. Haruno insisted that you'd come to the party, she reassured you that it wouldn't be suffocatingly fancy, and the president would appreciate your attendance. You didn't have the heart to tell her that you have been trying to avoid the president's favorite detective; however, you couldn't say no to Haruno after she got Naomi to convince you.

Everbody was dressed out of their usual attire for work. The party was humble but flattering. Rows of tables filled with mouth-watering food as the warm lights from above produced an appeasing effect. Soft music filled the atmosphere as you walked to greet Yosano and the others. The doctor complimented your strawberry-colored dress, and you flushed with appreciation. She decided to stick you to her side for a while—stealing you away from Haruno and Naomi—as she greeted the other detectives. Kiyoka also told you how pretty your hair was styled with various ribbons and asked if you could teach her how to do her hair like that, too. It made you gush inside. Then there's Atsushi and Kunikida, who smiled and nodded your way, staying briefly for a conversation until Dazai steps in.

"My, my! Why isn't this an appetizing sight!"

He begins and grins flirtatiously at you. With time, you've grown accustomed to the detective's flirtatious remarks. You admit that he has a way with words, and how it effortlessly makes you tuck your hair behind your ear and smile bashfully. Dazai looked dashing out of his brown trenchcoat. He sticks to your other side and accompanies you with Yosano to the table filled with food. Fortunately, you hadn't encountered Ranpo yet that evening and managed to enjoy your food with the detective and the doctor. You ate in peace between Yosano and Dazai when your eye caught Ranpo within the distance.

The great detective was unwillingly glued next to Fukuzawa, talking to important people. It made you smirk at how annoyed he looked, and it comforted you that he wasn't enjoying the party. That's what he gets for behaving like he does, you think. Ranpo wasn't dressed bad either. You're convinced Yosano is involved with dressing him up somehow. He had an ironed charcoal blazer on with a crimson waistcoat underneath. His ebony tie was tied properly. His slacks and shoes matched his blazer. There was no sign of his brown hat, and his dark hair was delicately styled away from his face. You never thought Ranpo wasn't handsome. He had a fine jawline and smooth skin. His emerald eyes were the most striking feature of it all.

"Someone's oggling"

You blinked when Dazai whispered, then giggled after. You puffed your cheeks and frowned at him. You hear Yosano holding back a chuckle on your right.

"I was not oggling"

"Uh-huh, sure"

The doctor teased as she took a sip of champagne. Dazai hands you a glass of the same drink and clinks his glass with yours. He takes a swig and hums thoughtfully.

"It appears that our poor detective isn't enjoying the evening just as you are, belladonna"

"That's what he gets for being relentless with [Name] the past few weeks."

"Yosano-san, don't look at me like it was my fault!"

"Who else would've taught him to be abnoxious than to be a gentleman?"

Yosano and Dazai exchanged, the former placed a hand on her hip with a raised brow while the detective theatrically whines and pouts. You shook your head and decided to taste the champagne.

"I'm just trying to give him a little boost, that's all!"

"Your boost is doing anything but helping him, Dazai."

"Well then, I suppose I should think of a different plan then."

Dazai's gaze lands on you with a smirk, and it makes you shudder. Yosano narrowly looks at him as he places his empty champagne glass down and grabs yours to do the same. She sighs.

"This would make him fume, you know that, right?"

"If it urges him to finally make a move, I don't see the problem with it."

You puzzingly looked at Dazai and Yosano. The detective snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you flush on his side, making you yelp and burst into color. He leans down to whisper against your ear while facing the president and Ranpo's direction.

"If he looks this way, make sure to smile."

Dazai whispers, and your heart leaps out of your ribcage. Your body buzzed with warmth as the detective smiled cunningly down at you. He kept you close to his side, telling you hushed jokes and tickling you to make you crack a natural smile. And when you spotted movement from the corner of your eye, you're met with intense green eyes. Green eyes swirling with seething jealousy that makes your knees buckle.

"That's it, look at him."

You hear Dazai encouraging you. Several feet away, Ranpo was staring at you and Dazai with clenched fists on his side and a tight jaw. There was a furrow on his eyebrows that made his face look mature and attractive. You've never seen him look this upset, which is entertaining and hot as fuck. A smile rises on your lips as you hold your eyes with his.

"He's going to eat you alive."

The brunette whistled and made your stomach churn with excitement. Your eyes teased him—challenged him—to get closer and take what he had been pestering from you for weeks. You couldn't feel Dazai's hand on your waist or hear the dirty jokes he's been throwing your way. You were grinning uncontrollably at how the tables had turned on the great detective. When Fukuzawa gave him a questioning look, Ranpo shook his head and turned away, but still kept his eyes on you. His gaze was getting darker every second Dazai spent keeping you at his side.

Ranpo impatiently waited for a window of opportunity to slip away, flip off Dazai, then drag you to the nearest restroom. Fuck, you looked so mouth-watering. He barely got anything to eat this evening, and it's perfect because he's been looking forward to devouring you instead. His skin was itching to run his tongue on your skin. He wants to sink his teeth in and make you squeal. The background noise was muffled as his attention remained on you, letting Dazai tickle you behind your ear and poke your cheek to make you laugh. If he were a lesser man, he would've thought he also wanted a taste of you. The thought of it made Ranpo turn green with jealousy.

"If you'll excuse me, belladonna. I shall be taking my leave."

Dazai peels away from you and bows as if he has finished a performance. You tilted your head as the detective slyly made an escape through the crowd. Yosano was out of sight, too, apparently to have drifted away earlier without your knowledge. Suddenly, you spot the determined movement towards your direction. Squeezing through bodies and muttering half-assed apologies, Ranpo was approaching you with unconcealed hunger. You felt yourself freeze. Your heart was hammering wildly against your ribcage, your toes curling inside your heels, and heat was blooming down south.

He was drawing near when your feet wobbled to move to the nearest door. You can feel Ranpo trailing behind you, his predatory presence lingering close enough to pounce. You deliberately dragged your feet to escape the party and ended up in a secluded hallway of the building. The sound of the door opening and shutting brings a moment of heavy silence. You and Ranpo stood there for a while, panting and gazing at each other. The detective takes one step closer and smiles when he sees you not taking a step back. He loosens his tie and undoes a few buttons on his collar.

"Chérie..."

He drawls as he takes another step, then another, and another. You held your breath until his hands found their way to your bare shoulders. You swallowed as his hands trailed down on your bare skin until they finally met your waist. Ranpo secures his grip and hears your breath hitch. The hallway was dimly lit, and several tables with potted plants and hung decorations were the only things present. The detective pushes you into a secluded corner next to an oak table with silver flower pots filled with peonies.

"I'm starving."

Ranpo grits his teeth as his greedy eyes swallow your appearance. Your chest rapidly rising and falling, your thighs subtly rubbing together, and your hands gripping desperately at his charcoal blazer. You looked like the sweetest thing he would ever get his hands on, and god knows he won't let you go once he has his fill.

Careful to get a sample, Ranpo leans forward and places a kiss near your ear. He smirks at how you shuddered and continued to trail kisses all the way to under your jaw. There, he nips and licks as he reaches your neck. Your sweat mixed with that vanilla-strawberry perfume makes his head spin. Your hands clawed at his back as you pushed your body forward against him, encouraging him to get more than a taste.

"Ranpo"

You sighed as you tilted your head back when his tongue and teeth trailed upward to the direction of your lips. Ranpo pauses breathlessly to look at your cherry-shade lips, and his knees nearly give out. He plunges into your lips, stealing a muffled gasp from you. Lips moving with urgency, you struggle to keep up with the hungry kiss, making you surrender as you turn putty in his hands. Ranpo kissed, bit, and licked your mouth until he had committed every detail to his brain. The faint taste of champagne on your tongue, the feel of your sweetly-sharp teeth, and the sight of your now smudged and red lips. It sends him into a frenzy, and he presses you against the wall and grinds his body recklessly on yours.

Ranpo renders you helpless, and you succumb to him for him to devour. It felt surreal to hear you whining, moaning, and writhing under his touch. Every sensation goes straight to his cock. Your hands desperately grabbed on his shoulder and hair to keep you grounded as he undoes the ribbon on the front of your dress. Your thighs part to let him slip between and feel his erection grind against your crotch. Both of you moaned in unison.

"You're so fucking delicious, [Name]"

"Ranpo—hah—wait!—"

His hand hastily pulls the front of your dress down to reveal your tits, and his face dives in to taste the mounds of flesh. The top of your head hits the wall as a strangled moan tears from your throat. Ranpo eagerly plasters his mouth on one nipple, sucking and biting to leave a mark, only to do the same to the other tit. Your nail dug into his scalp as your whines encouraged him to go further—to go lower.

"I'm so wet, Ranpo. Please"

The words send him reeling. Emerald eyes watched attentively, you were asking to be effectively eaten by the detective. He grins against your breast.

"Tell me what you want, chérie."

"Want you down there"

"Down where?"

Ranpo chuckles at the bubbling frustration on your features as you cutely glare at him with your pink cheeks.

"Please, just fucking eat me out."

"With pleasure"

The detective purrs and finally gets on his knees. It is officially happening. His wildest and dirtiest fantasies are turning into reality. Ranpo nearly fumbles as he pulls the skirt of your dress up, and drool almost seeps past his lips as his hands gently pull your lacy panties down. He can feel his stomach grumble at the sweetest sight in the world: your wet pussy. He pauses for a second, seemingly doubting whether whatever is happening is real. He draws in a shuddering breath and cautiously leans his face closer between your thighs, hypnotized by the tasty display.

You watched with anticipation as Ranpo settled down between your thighs. You held your breath and waited until you felt his hot tongue lick a stripe. Your knees buckle at the sensation as it incites a whine from your mouth. One of your hands held your dress skirt up as the other tangled in his raven hair. You feel his hands grip the back of your thighs to pull you closer to his mouth.

Ranpo smiles when he notices your legs spread wider to fit his head between. He felt dizzy from the raw smell of your cunt. It was everything that he was dying to get a taste of. Letting his hunger take full control, Ranpo buries his face against your cunt and moans against your folds. He feels you jolt and whimper. His tongue sets to work to gather your wet and juicy essence. His palate felt blessed to have the best flavor he has ever tasted. His lips settled ecstatically on your cunt as he slobbered and drooled all over your folds.

Fucking hell, your body felt absolutely hot. Your grip was slowly loosening as you fought to keep your knees from giving up. It keeps quivering with the onslaught of pleasure brought by Ranpo's tongue ravaging the fuck out of your pussy.

"Ranpo, Ranpo, Ranpo—"

You kept chanting as your voice slowly went higher to an octave. The detective's eyes fluttered shut with focus as his tongue memorized every detail of your cunt. His mind went blank except for the thought of the rich flavor on his tongue and the sweet sound of your moaning. A grin breaks on his face when his lips finally settle on your clit, giving it a harsh suck like a lollipop.

"Oh fuckkkk!"

Your voice echoed in the empty hallway, and it brought a laugh out of the detective. Ranpo continued his ministrations. There was a vice-grip on your thighs as he focused on eating you out like it was the last thing he would eat in this world, and he would love it to be the only thing he'll be eating in this world. You tasted better than any fucking dessert he has ever tried at his favorite bakery. Your folds were slippery, sweet like gelatin. Your clit was better than any lollipop he has ever sucked on. You smelled better than any freshly baked cake.

Your tug on his scalp grounds him as you squeeze his head between your thighs. He could stay like this for eternity. Tears gathered on your lashline as your back arched like a bow against the wall. You drove your cunt against Ranpo's mouth beyond suffocation, and he could thank his lucky stars if he dies this way.

"I'm gonna cum! Fuck! Ranpo, I'm gonna—"

Fuck yes! Ranpo growls as he intensifies his treatment, desperate to get a taste of your cum. Shit, he's so hard that it hurts. But it feels so fucking good. He brings his tongue out and rapidly shakes his head side to side, stimulating your clit to your release. He greedily alternates from licking and sucking your clit, letting your juice make a mess on his face. A free shaky hand gathers your slick and gently presses his fingers inside your velvet walls. Oh, that clench was heavenly.

"Ranpoooo—"

He curls the fingers in a precise action, aiming for that delicious spot inside that sends stars in your eyes. With one final suckle and moan against your clit, your thighs clamp ferociously around his head so tight that it takes his breath away. Your face contorted into a silent scream as you quivered. Ranpo winces as your hand fisted his hair harder, but he barely gives a fuck. He's entranced by the sight of your orgasm violently taking over and your cum leaking out of your pussy.

You whined as you feel him licking greedily at your creamy release, not daring to let any drop go to waste. Your cum tastes so fucking good that Ranpo merely busts a nut on his knees. You're like sugar on his tongue. Your body is so sweet. Invite him if you'd come. It's all he'll ever eat

It felt like forever when Ranpo unwillingly pulled away. The lower half of his face was soaked, his lips red, and his pupils dilated. A string of saliva connects his tongue to your pussy. His hair was messy, and the collar of his black dress shirt was soaked with his sweat and your juices. He tries to catch his breath, and you do the same. The detective spends a while on his knees, admiring your debauched appearance, all properly eaten up by him. He grins and shakily stands up on his feet.

"The best meal on earth, I must say."

Ranpo's voice was raspy. When you fixed your hair out of your face, you rolled your eyes, but a smile traitorously spread across your face.

"You're an absolute glutton, Ranpo."

"How could I not? You taste so fucking sweet, chérie."

He reaches to trace his finger on your cheek softly, and it makes your chest flutter at the action. Goodness fuck, your legs are still shaking, and you can feel your remaining cum and Ranpo's drool leaking down your legs. The detective stares at you, his dick brick hard in his slacks, and he wants to know if you're up for another session. You're not from Harlem, but he'll make sure your arms and legs shake. He wants that slice of cream even if it's not your birthday. Ranpo's got a brush if you'd give him your walls, he'll paint it. And he won't need air, he'll stay down there until he faints.

It doesn't take a while to realize that Ranpo isn't done with you yet. With that prominent and tantalizing hard-on in his pants, you gulp with refreshed arousal. You held his emerald gaze as his hand reached to twirl the ribbon in your hair and reach down to squeeze your tit. He wants to eat you up over and over and over again. If you'd let him taste you again, he'll make sure you'd never chase another man again.

"Look, we don't have to be anything after this, but it would be great if you'd ditch the party with me and let me eat you out again back at my apartment."

"Hmm, then you'll let me suck your dick?"

"Sure, call it a dinner for two."

There was a shared laugh between you and Ranpo. He helps you pull your panties up and fix your dress. He doesn't hold himself back from pressing a kiss on your lips and pulling you close by the waist. He knows Dazai was only fucking with him earlier, but that bastard makes him hold onto your waist tighter.

"After that, I'll take you out on a date, I promise."

Your eyes flicker up at the detective, and he earnestly looks at you, a hand reaches to hold your hands and interlock with your fingers. It makes your inside melt.

"Okay, Ranpo. I'm looking forward to it."

"Cool. Just trust me."

Ranpo smiles as he leads you out of the building. Just trust him, yes. Trust him to eat you up again. Like sugar on his tongue, he'll steal another one from you.

#bsd x reader #ranpo #cartwheeling

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