usually i wait until dramas are over
But really, we've all been needing this from episode one, right? After some chatting with ryogrande and je_levy, this happened. I mean, come on, first name basis? Drunk dialing? Just saying, is all. (Also it was totally fun to speculate on what Ranmaru does when he isn't stuffing his face onscreen; here's hoping for an episode focusing on him.)
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NC-17-- sort-of drunk sex, cunnilingus, Ranmaru’s shady business
Kaga Ranmaru/Mayuzumi Machiko, Legal High (or, Taguchi Junnosuke/Aragaki Yui)
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will. Also I don't get paid for this.
Ranmaru often gets assignments at odd hours, though Komikado-sensei tries to keep his requests to normal business hours. Since it’s past midnight and his phone is ringing, it must be Machiko-chan. Hopefully this time he won’t have to dig through trash for her, but to be fair, it is something that he’s had to do on other occasions.
He mutes the television, blocking out the drone of the news programme in the background as he glances at the display and flips open his phone. It is Machiko-chan, and she starts in abruptly.
“Ranmaru-kun, I have a favor to ask.” The sounds of traffic are in the background, and she sounds a bit tipsy. Ranmaru wonders where she is.
“Of course I can help you out, Machiko-chan. May I ask where you are right now?” He’s done some shady things, but at least he’s a gentleman. He’ll find her and walk her back to her place (or his if it’s closer; he’s got documents to forge and they can’t wait).
Machiko mumbles something about a bar and Neapolitan monja and the name of a convenience store that’s not far from his flat. “Stay where you are, Machiko-chan, and I’ll come and get you. It’s not an inconvenience at all,” Ranmaru says, before ending the call.
He looks around at his flat. It’s mostly clean, except for a couple of boxes left from when he’d moved as part of one of Komikado-sensei’s assignments. All of his forgery kit is hidden behind a false wall in the bedroom closet, so it should be fine; he’ll minimize the programs he’s got running and pull up an online game, and that will take care of whyever would he need to have multiple monitors set up to his desktop.
Ranmaru pockets his phone and grabs his keys, and then stops to tug on his boots, lacing them loosely. He shrugs into his hoodie and goes out into the night to retrieve Machiko-chan.
*
It’s a short walk before Ranmaru sees Machiko slumped over the bag in her lap on a bench. It doesn’t look like she’s come to harm since he last spoke to her, and he takes a moment to appreciate the sight. She’s quite adorable, cheeks slightly flushed from her earlier drinking, but Ranmaru leaves it at that. He’s not going to try any funny business with Machiko-chan, especially not after she’s spent the better part of the evening at bars, or whatever it was that she was doing before she’d called him.
He gently shakes her shoulder. “Machiko-chan, come on. Come back to my place; you can sleep it off there.”
Ranmaru is surprised, though, by Machiko grabbing his wrist and pulling him to sit next to her. She looks at him, eyes sparkling and apparently not as drunk as he thought. “Ranmaru-kun, you’re very handsome,” Machiko says bluntly.
He isn’t expecting her to turn to face him, or for her to fist both of her small hands into the collar of his hoodie. Machiko pulls him toward her, firmly planting her lips against his. She doesn’t let go, and it’s only fair for Ranmaru to reciprocate. He returns the kiss for a moment, then tears himself away so he can speak.
“Machiko-chan, this isn’t a good time,” Ranmaru begins. “We’re on the street, remember?”
She considers for a moment, then nods. “Then let’s go home.”
Ranmaru simply stands, holding out a hand to her. Maybe he can just take this as payment for having to faff about in the trash a while back; she’s a grown woman and is capable of making her own decisions. He slings an arm around her shoulders and guides her back to his flat, taking note of the fact that Machiko isn’t stumbling drunk, not at all like she’d been a few weeks ago.
The walk back is companionably silent, and Ranmaru disentangles himself from Machiko to unlock the door for her. She’s steady on her feet as she toes her shoes off, and Ranmaru locks the door behind himself before kicking off his boots as well. He’s barely out of his jacket when he hears the sound of Machiko’s huge bag hitting the floor; he looks up in concern, only to be surprised by Machiko pushing him back against the door.
“Ranmaru-kun, I was serious earlier; you are very handsome. You should show me a good time, since I am your guest,” Machiko says it slowly, as if he’s particularly dull, and it’s all the encouragement he needs to drop his jacket in favor of scooping her up over his shoulder and carrying her to his bedroom.
Machiko squeals in mock-protest, slapping at his back only to miss and slap his ass. Ranmaru is sure it’s a calculated move, and he gently drops her onto his bed. It hasn’t seen much use; usually he stays up the whole night with his side jobs and caffeine habit, only collapsing onto his couch occasionally when the coffee runs out and the sun comes up.
Gently, Ranmaru pushes Machiko’s blazer off of her shoulders, hanging it on the closet doorknob so it doesn’t get too wrinkled, then carefully pulls her silk top up and over her head. He sets it aside on top of one of his left-over moving boxes and returns his attention to undressing Machiko.
Machiko has already unbuttoned and unzipped her trousers, and Ranmaru watches as she shimmies them off of her hips. He helps her at the end, pulling them by the ends and tossing them to join her top. Ranmaru grabs hold of one of Machiko’s slim ankles and peels her sock off before switching feet and repeating the motion. She sits up, clad only in her simple black lace bra and panties, and reaches for Ranmaru once again.
He leans forward to kiss her again, and wonders why he’s even surprised that Machiko’s hands are sliding under his t-shirt. Playfully he nips at her bottom lip, then leans back to take it off. It’s not enough to appease Machiko though, and her hands are at the waist of his fatigues, unbuckling his belt and undoing his fly. Ranmaru stands, letting his pants fall to the floor, and steps out of them. Everything is much simpler when boxers aren’t involved.
Ranmaru climbs onto the bed, gently pressing Machiko to lie back. He presses hungry kisses against her lips, groaning into Machiko’s mouth when she drags her nails down his back. It just encourages Ranmaru to kiss down the side of Machiko’s neck and slip the lacy straps of her bra down her arms. Her hands have moved to his front, fingers trailing along his collarbones before pressing in.
He’s finally gotten her bra mostly out of the way, and Ranmaru laps at Machiko’s nipples. She moans under him and snakes both hands into his hair, holding him in place. He’s fine with those instructions, and slides his hands to the waistband of Machiko’s panties, carefully pulling them down as she raises her hips to help.
Ranmaru isn’t surprised when Machiko uses the fingers twisted in his hair to guide him down her torso. He trails his tongue from between her breasts and down to her navel, stopping to gently bite her hip. Machiko’s grip tightens, pulling a grunt from deep in Ranmaru’s throat. He shifts his hands, one lifting and holding one of Machiko’s thighs over his shoulder and the other sliding fingers along her opening.
Machiko arches into the touch, and Ranmaru trails his tongue from her navel to the soft skin of her thighs before finally licking into her. She jolts at the first touch of his tongue as he slides it from where his fingers have already slipped inside her to the swollen nub of her clitoris, and Ranmaru can’t help but feel self-satisfied when Machiko gasps and tries to hold him in place.
He only follows so many instructions, though, and it’s not long before Ranmaru is flicking his tongue in and out of Machiko as his fingers torment her clit. He keeps his thumb pressed against it as he slides his fingers to join his tongue again. Ranmaru feels it when Machiko comes, her inner walls shuddering against him; her quiet moans send a surge of arousal straight to his dick.
As soon as Machiko’s grip weakens in Ranmaru’s hair, he pulls back. He can’t open his nightstand drawer fast enough, and thankfully he doesn’t have to search for a condom. Ranmaru tears it open and rolls it on, then leans forward again. Before he even thinks about surging forward he makes eye contact with Machiko, and is completely serious when he asks, “Is this okay, Machiko-chan?”
She nods, then clears her throat. “Yes, Ranmaru-kun, it’s fine,” she says, still a little breathless from her orgasm.
Ranmaru nods, presses a kiss to the side of Machiko’s neck, and slides in. She’s still tight around him, and it takes his breath away for a moment. Machiko rolls her hips up in a clear hint to move, and Ranmaru can’t deny that request.
He starts off slow, her legs wrapped around his waist as he thrusts into her. Ranmaru buries his face in her neck as he fucks her, mouthing gentle kisses along Machiko’s soft skin. She laughs as his breaths tickle her ear, and gasps, “Faster, Ranmaru-kun.”
Ranmaru sits up on his knees, grabbing hold of Machiko’s legs and holds them open as he obeys her requests. The tiny sound of his pendant slapping against his chest echoes the sounds of their flesh meeting, and Ranmaru shifts his grip to around her waist.
He slows, only long enough to roll them over. Ranmaru plants his feet against the bed, bucking up into Machiko as her hips roll to meet his thrusts. Their fingers intertwine as Machiko bounces on Ranmaru’s cock, and he’s close to the edge. Ranmaru speeds up, earning increasingly loud moans as Machiko comes again. Her walls flutter around his cock and draw his orgasm from him; he gasps as his hips stutter to a halt and Machiko slumps forward onto his chest. Ranmaru holds her there, one hand stroking the length of her back as he softens and pulls out gingerly.
They lie there gasping to catch their breath before Ranmaru gently rolls to the side so he can get up and throw away the condom. Machiko’s eyes are closed when he returns from the bathroom, and Ranmaru searches for his cast off t-shirt. He finds it, and urges Machiko to sit up as he slips it over her head. “Sleep well, Machiko-chan,” he murmurs against her ear before kissing her one last time and letting her rest.
Ranmaru pulls the rumpled sheets over Machiko, then steps back into his pants. He pulls them up, only bothering with the zipper, and retreats to his living room to work on his projects before returning to bed for a few hours of real sleep. Maybe he’ll even treat her to breakfast before he heads out to work on the task she’d given him earlier.
Favors
NC-17-- sort-of drunk sex, cunnilingus, Ranmaru’s shady business
Kaga Ranmaru/Mayuzumi Machiko, Legal High (or, Taguchi Junnosuke/Aragaki Yui)
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will. Also I don't get paid for this.
Ranmaru often gets assignments at odd hours, though Komikado-sensei tries to keep his requests to normal business hours. Since it’s past midnight and his phone is ringing, it must be Machiko-chan. Hopefully this time he won’t have to dig through trash for her, but to be fair, it is something that he’s had to do on other occasions.
He mutes the television, blocking out the drone of the news programme in the background as he glances at the display and flips open his phone. It is Machiko-chan, and she starts in abruptly.
“Ranmaru-kun, I have a favor to ask.” The sounds of traffic are in the background, and she sounds a bit tipsy. Ranmaru wonders where she is.
“Of course I can help you out, Machiko-chan. May I ask where you are right now?” He’s done some shady things, but at least he’s a gentleman. He’ll find her and walk her back to her place (or his if it’s closer; he’s got documents to forge and they can’t wait).
Machiko mumbles something about a bar and Neapolitan monja and the name of a convenience store that’s not far from his flat. “Stay where you are, Machiko-chan, and I’ll come and get you. It’s not an inconvenience at all,” Ranmaru says, before ending the call.
He looks around at his flat. It’s mostly clean, except for a couple of boxes left from when he’d moved as part of one of Komikado-sensei’s assignments. All of his forgery kit is hidden behind a false wall in the bedroom closet, so it should be fine; he’ll minimize the programs he’s got running and pull up an online game, and that will take care of whyever would he need to have multiple monitors set up to his desktop.
Ranmaru pockets his phone and grabs his keys, and then stops to tug on his boots, lacing them loosely. He shrugs into his hoodie and goes out into the night to retrieve Machiko-chan.
*
It’s a short walk before Ranmaru sees Machiko slumped over the bag in her lap on a bench. It doesn’t look like she’s come to harm since he last spoke to her, and he takes a moment to appreciate the sight. She’s quite adorable, cheeks slightly flushed from her earlier drinking, but Ranmaru leaves it at that. He’s not going to try any funny business with Machiko-chan, especially not after she’s spent the better part of the evening at bars, or whatever it was that she was doing before she’d called him.
He gently shakes her shoulder. “Machiko-chan, come on. Come back to my place; you can sleep it off there.”
Ranmaru is surprised, though, by Machiko grabbing his wrist and pulling him to sit next to her. She looks at him, eyes sparkling and apparently not as drunk as he thought. “Ranmaru-kun, you’re very handsome,” Machiko says bluntly.
He isn’t expecting her to turn to face him, or for her to fist both of her small hands into the collar of his hoodie. Machiko pulls him toward her, firmly planting her lips against his. She doesn’t let go, and it’s only fair for Ranmaru to reciprocate. He returns the kiss for a moment, then tears himself away so he can speak.
“Machiko-chan, this isn’t a good time,” Ranmaru begins. “We’re on the street, remember?”
She considers for a moment, then nods. “Then let’s go home.”
Ranmaru simply stands, holding out a hand to her. Maybe he can just take this as payment for having to faff about in the trash a while back; she’s a grown woman and is capable of making her own decisions. He slings an arm around her shoulders and guides her back to his flat, taking note of the fact that Machiko isn’t stumbling drunk, not at all like she’d been a few weeks ago.
The walk back is companionably silent, and Ranmaru disentangles himself from Machiko to unlock the door for her. She’s steady on her feet as she toes her shoes off, and Ranmaru locks the door behind himself before kicking off his boots as well. He’s barely out of his jacket when he hears the sound of Machiko’s huge bag hitting the floor; he looks up in concern, only to be surprised by Machiko pushing him back against the door.
“Ranmaru-kun, I was serious earlier; you are very handsome. You should show me a good time, since I am your guest,” Machiko says it slowly, as if he’s particularly dull, and it’s all the encouragement he needs to drop his jacket in favor of scooping her up over his shoulder and carrying her to his bedroom.
Machiko squeals in mock-protest, slapping at his back only to miss and slap his ass. Ranmaru is sure it’s a calculated move, and he gently drops her onto his bed. It hasn’t seen much use; usually he stays up the whole night with his side jobs and caffeine habit, only collapsing onto his couch occasionally when the coffee runs out and the sun comes up.
Gently, Ranmaru pushes Machiko’s blazer off of her shoulders, hanging it on the closet doorknob so it doesn’t get too wrinkled, then carefully pulls her silk top up and over her head. He sets it aside on top of one of his left-over moving boxes and returns his attention to undressing Machiko.
Machiko has already unbuttoned and unzipped her trousers, and Ranmaru watches as she shimmies them off of her hips. He helps her at the end, pulling them by the ends and tossing them to join her top. Ranmaru grabs hold of one of Machiko’s slim ankles and peels her sock off before switching feet and repeating the motion. She sits up, clad only in her simple black lace bra and panties, and reaches for Ranmaru once again.
He leans forward to kiss her again, and wonders why he’s even surprised that Machiko’s hands are sliding under his t-shirt. Playfully he nips at her bottom lip, then leans back to take it off. It’s not enough to appease Machiko though, and her hands are at the waist of his fatigues, unbuckling his belt and undoing his fly. Ranmaru stands, letting his pants fall to the floor, and steps out of them. Everything is much simpler when boxers aren’t involved.
Ranmaru climbs onto the bed, gently pressing Machiko to lie back. He presses hungry kisses against her lips, groaning into Machiko’s mouth when she drags her nails down his back. It just encourages Ranmaru to kiss down the side of Machiko’s neck and slip the lacy straps of her bra down her arms. Her hands have moved to his front, fingers trailing along his collarbones before pressing in.
He’s finally gotten her bra mostly out of the way, and Ranmaru laps at Machiko’s nipples. She moans under him and snakes both hands into his hair, holding him in place. He’s fine with those instructions, and slides his hands to the waistband of Machiko’s panties, carefully pulling them down as she raises her hips to help.
Ranmaru isn’t surprised when Machiko uses the fingers twisted in his hair to guide him down her torso. He trails his tongue from between her breasts and down to her navel, stopping to gently bite her hip. Machiko’s grip tightens, pulling a grunt from deep in Ranmaru’s throat. He shifts his hands, one lifting and holding one of Machiko’s thighs over his shoulder and the other sliding fingers along her opening.
Machiko arches into the touch, and Ranmaru trails his tongue from her navel to the soft skin of her thighs before finally licking into her. She jolts at the first touch of his tongue as he slides it from where his fingers have already slipped inside her to the swollen nub of her clitoris, and Ranmaru can’t help but feel self-satisfied when Machiko gasps and tries to hold him in place.
He only follows so many instructions, though, and it’s not long before Ranmaru is flicking his tongue in and out of Machiko as his fingers torment her clit. He keeps his thumb pressed against it as he slides his fingers to join his tongue again. Ranmaru feels it when Machiko comes, her inner walls shuddering against him; her quiet moans send a surge of arousal straight to his dick.
As soon as Machiko’s grip weakens in Ranmaru’s hair, he pulls back. He can’t open his nightstand drawer fast enough, and thankfully he doesn’t have to search for a condom. Ranmaru tears it open and rolls it on, then leans forward again. Before he even thinks about surging forward he makes eye contact with Machiko, and is completely serious when he asks, “Is this okay, Machiko-chan?”
She nods, then clears her throat. “Yes, Ranmaru-kun, it’s fine,” she says, still a little breathless from her orgasm.
Ranmaru nods, presses a kiss to the side of Machiko’s neck, and slides in. She’s still tight around him, and it takes his breath away for a moment. Machiko rolls her hips up in a clear hint to move, and Ranmaru can’t deny that request.
He starts off slow, her legs wrapped around his waist as he thrusts into her. Ranmaru buries his face in her neck as he fucks her, mouthing gentle kisses along Machiko’s soft skin. She laughs as his breaths tickle her ear, and gasps, “Faster, Ranmaru-kun.”
Ranmaru sits up on his knees, grabbing hold of Machiko’s legs and holds them open as he obeys her requests. The tiny sound of his pendant slapping against his chest echoes the sounds of their flesh meeting, and Ranmaru shifts his grip to around her waist.
He slows, only long enough to roll them over. Ranmaru plants his feet against the bed, bucking up into Machiko as her hips roll to meet his thrusts. Their fingers intertwine as Machiko bounces on Ranmaru’s cock, and he’s close to the edge. Ranmaru speeds up, earning increasingly loud moans as Machiko comes again. Her walls flutter around his cock and draw his orgasm from him; he gasps as his hips stutter to a halt and Machiko slumps forward onto his chest. Ranmaru holds her there, one hand stroking the length of her back as he softens and pulls out gingerly.
They lie there gasping to catch their breath before Ranmaru gently rolls to the side so he can get up and throw away the condom. Machiko’s eyes are closed when he returns from the bathroom, and Ranmaru searches for his cast off t-shirt. He finds it, and urges Machiko to sit up as he slips it over her head. “Sleep well, Machiko-chan,” he murmurs against her ear before kissing her one last time and letting her rest.
Ranmaru pulls the rumpled sheets over Machiko, then steps back into his pants. He pulls them up, only bothering with the zipper, and retreats to his living room to work on his projects before returning to bed for a few hours of real sleep. Maybe he’ll even treat her to breakfast before he heads out to work on the task she’d given him earlier.