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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 ⸻ KEN ‘DRAKEN’ RYUGUJI

ONE: MONEY LAUNDERING ASSHOLES

SYN: a street racer with a valued past comes back to seek revenge on the ones who have done her wrong.

⸺ CW: nsfw. multiple character pairings. reader goes by alias (viper). illegal street racing venue. a lot of car terms that i probably got wrong. sanzu being a complete fan of reader. racer!rindou. italics are thoughts. implied fwb situationship. unprotected sex. car sex. overstimulation? cervix fucking? thigh riding. choking. hair pulling. biting. gagging/spitting. slight tongue play. finger sucking. MINORS DNI! AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI!

⸺ WC: 5k. not edited. imma be real. the ending is sloppy 😄

fem!street!racer + bonten!timeline!draken

⸺ NOTE: this series will have a lot of pairings but it’s a mikey x reader series :D anyways, as someone who did a lil street racing and went to meets for the hell of it with my friends, this was heavily inspired by it :D i just love drama. if you want to be added to the taglist PLEASE SEND ME AN ASK! if you comment asking to be added, i will ignore you !

The sound of engines revving and groups of laughter fill your ears as you make your way down to your car. The atmosphere felt calm and almost welcoming, many cars were lined up to be shown off as girls leaned on them—flirting with anyone who made eye contact. Loud music blasted through the speakers, some danced along to the music and some took pictures in front of cars. Many eyes were trained on you and your team as you made your way to where you parked your own car.

You adjusted the harness you had on your left thigh, straightening out the jeans you wore—preparing yourself for tonight’s race with a content look on your face. Shoving the earpiece in your right ear, making little noises to make sure Rye heard them before throwing on the baseball cap. Tossing the jean jacket off your hands flattened out the lace top, shaking off the small jitters that started to form in your hands.

Turning the key over lightly, your feet were placed in the needed spots, pressing down slightly hearing the loud purr from underneath the car, letting the car idle for a bit. A smile forming across your face as you stick your hand out to give your team a thumbs up.

Leaning over the seat, you grab your purple steering wheel, hearing the little clink makes your heart swell, lightly tapping it for good luck. Your eyes scan all of the features making sure everything was ready before the race around the Red Light District. Fingers flipping switches up like a memorized manual, hearing many systems start to greet your ears.

Many teams agreed to shut all lights down and send the police different coordinates to avoid any possible arrests. Along with creating blocking barriers for any possible outcome of another car outside of the event to interfere. To make all drivers feel safe and comfortable without having to worry about losing everything they have worked for.

A relaxed sigh parts from your lips, looking through the visor to see a pink haired man make his way over to your car. You slightly let out a small annoyed curse word from your mouth, peeking your head out from the opened door. Looking over at the man who stopped in front of you—a wide grin plastered on his face.

This couldn’t get any better.

“It’s an honor to have you show up to my gathering, Miss. Viper.” he comments with little sparkles in his eyes, you nod giving him a small smile. His eyes never lever leave yours taking in your sight like a little kid admiring their favorite hero.

“My pleasure!” you reply, false excitement emitting in your voice, giving him a fake grin. Slightly gripping your purple leather steering wheel in anger as you kept your eye contact with him.

“Good luck! You’re going to need it!” he taunts, winking at you as he walks away with a wide grin on his face, his cheeks redder than an apple.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, shaking your head out of annoyance. You heard your team start to giggle and make kissy face noises, you blink at them giving them a fake smile with a head tilt.

“Stop it.” you grimace at them with a frown, turning your thoughts back to the race and to your car.

Slamming the door shut, you popped the air in your fingers, letting out a pleased sigh through your nose. Foot over the pedal revving the engine up while you strap yourself in. You start to murmur the song's lyrics that blare through the speakers of your car, the bass rattling the car and the windows. Nodding your head to the beat as your fingers lightly drummed against the wheel.

“Racers!” the announcer calls out, causing everyone to go quiet and enter their own cars, their voice rumbling once more, “On three!”

Swallowing the saliva that started to form, you look in the rear view mirror seeing three cars behind you as a line of others were lingering behind them. “ONE!” he shouts. Your hand on the shift, your fingers stretching out in anticipation waiting for the flagger to step in front of the cars.

“TWO!”

Eyes trained on the girl, who had came forward holding a black flag in her hand. Gnawing on your lip, you watch slowly as she lets the flag down— not hearing the announcer let out the last call. Feet pressing onto the correct pedals creating little music to your ears, shifting gears to three, the tires screeched violently. Feeling the adrenaline start to pump through your veins as you set your mind on autopilot. The sound of the wind flapping through the seatbelt straps harshly fills your ears. The sound of cars zooming past each other makes you grin widely.

You let a few cars start to pass you, memorizing the cars they were driving with a playful grin. You shift gears once more, your feet doing their little dance. You swerve past a Camaro, making sure to stall a few minutes by letting them ride your rear bumper before speeding up. You read the signs as you pass them, muttering to the song, the air feels cool against your skin, a feeling you will never get tired of. Feeling as if you were driving in slow motion, hearing the swooshes from the signs you passed. It was a feeling you could never describe to someone, this was an experience they had to foresee themselves.

You smirk in the rear view, shifting your gears back to two so you could drift your tires against the asphalt. Hearing the car jolt forward due to the constant clutch release and gear changes, you bite down on your lip as the tires screech loudly watching smoke start to form from behind you. Keeping the wheel steady at an angle, you nod your head to the music, completely in your own world, no time for worrying what was behind you. No time for distractions.

“Starting turn is 4.8 kilometers,” Rye says into the ear piece, you turn the wheel making sure the course was still on track without any disruptions. “Stop trying to show off.” he sarcastically spews, causing you to holler out, slapping the roof of your car in excitement.

Reaching the first turn, you ran a red light grimacing at the way the pedestrians all lined up to watch, many started to record and cheer. Swerving over to miss a parked car, a tch left your lips. Looking into the rear view, you see a black Lamborghini Aventador make its way behind you.

Your eyes widened as it drove smoothly without any traces of friction against the asphalt. “Rye! Who is in that fucking car!” you yell, turning the corner sharply, the sound of your tires screeching filling your ears once again.

You grip the wheel harshly, feeling your skin tighten underneath the leather, you release up off of the pedal, hearing Rye type aggressively through the ear piece. Looking to your side seeing the Aventador ride beside you, it’s tinted window mocking you as it sped up—passing you.

“It’s Haitani Rindou!” he says with shock in his voice. You groan, slapping the wheel, your right hand forcefully shifting the gear before tailing the black car. You watch it speed up in a teasing manner, slowing down a bit letting you tap its fender lightly before taking off. You let out a distasteful sound from your sound, left hand gripping the wheel tighter.

Little shit.

“Shortcuts?” you coldly ask, annoyed that you were distracted and to think this was going to be an easy blowout. You took a turn off route, ignoring Rye’s yells, having no time to wait on him to find another clear course.

Thinking of another shorter route and miles ahead, you let out a hmph, flying past a few blinking streetlights. “5.9 kilometers away from the ending point.” Rye announces to you, sending your screen that was off to the side of you the updated coordinates.

Many neon lights blurred your vision, zooming down the entertainment district with cars following you. Dying to pass you but you made sure to hold your spot in the lead. The big screened buildings illuminated the road, many colors made the color of your car glow. You lean forward a bit to get a glance of the hacked screen, displaying the race for everyone to watch. You laugh to yourself, clearly everyone had outdone themselves for tonight, all thanks to Bonten.

“Nice.” you utter under your breath, letting your foot off of the gas, letting your car do its own thing, making sure to keep a decent speed up and not daring to slow down. You heard your car’s familiar rumble pass a few cars, buzzing constantly in your ear.

A few minutes later went by, making sure to cut off a few cars that dared to catch up with you that saw you change course. “5 minutes away and I don’t see the others.” Rye announces.

“Bad Girls by M.I.A.” blares through your speakers as you mutter the song to yourself. It’s beat distracting you from the anger of trailing behind the Haitani. You check your rear view mirror, seeing a line of cars following as your foot hits the pedal hard. The odometer spikes, watching it hit its limit, if you went over it you knew you’d blow it. You bit your lip, turning your wheel going over the curve a little faster, as it was meant to be 48 kmph and not 96 kmph over.

Shifting the gears once more, you swerve past oncoming traffic as you pass a group of teenagers in a car holding up signs. You tip them your hat as you wink at them. You tap the interior of your car, rubbing it, whispering a few things to it, encouraging it to push through a little more.

Once again pushing your vehicle to its limit but you still had one last try to test out the extra horsepower added to it. Mentally deciding on using your skyline for future events if you kept driving recklessly.

“2 minutes out, Viper.” Rye announces once more for the night, updating the coordinates once you hit the mile marker.

Hearing the car jolt as you shift up and back to the side, from your peripheral you catch a glimpse of a black car. “Shit.” you utter, swerving to the lane they were in. You caught up to them, speeding up and slowing, with a taunting smirk on your lips.

Come on.

“Stop fucking around!” Rye yells, making you roll your eyes, finally letting the car throttle—it’s engine roaring loudly.

The black car approaches you once again, leveling out the speed you were pushing, hearing its engine roar out. You watch it closely in your side mirrors making sure it didn’t try to bump you. You change gears, slowing it down as you turn your head to look over the seat to make sure no cars are behind you. Pressing on the clutch, downshifting quickly, hearing the gears shift momentarily. You watch as the black car slowly swerves into another lane, tires screeching uncontrollably, trying it’s best to slow down without causing a collision.

You giggle underneath your lips, letting your foot hover over the gas pedal before letting it hit the floorboard. Your hand hovering over the stick shift, debating if you could shift one last time to drift the curve coming up. “Fuck it.” you mumble under your breath, forcefully moving the shift to the fourth gear making sure to pick up more acceleration to meet the end point before switching it down to a three— the clutch becoming your best friend once again for the night.

“30 seconds out.”

You bite your lip down, cutting off the car that desperately wanted to get over. Your hand went over to one of the switches, flipping it down before letting your foot off of the gas. You brake quickly forming smoke around you as you crossed the white spray painted line, tires squealing out horrifically. Letting the smoke engulf you whole as you left your foot off of the pedals and threw it in park. You place your head lightly against your steering wheel, lightly rubbing it against the wheel, heaving out breaths of air. Trying to get rid of the headache that started to form.

Crowds of people started to form around your car, cheering out your alias name, you look up from your wheel and smile lazily at everyone. Throwing up a peace sign, cameras flashing around you before slowly driving the car to where it needed to be parked.

Sitting in the parked car, you take out the earpiece and let it hang off of your shoulder as you throw off the baseball cap and ruffle your hair. Your fingers brushing the cross that was wrapped around the rear view mirror, as it shines in the light. You smile at it briefly before you tuck it back into its little crevice. Hearing the crowd make it’s way over to you, cutting your thoughts short.

Groups clear the path for you, letting you make your way towards the stage that Bonten had out. It had red velvet lining and a red tent draped over it to protect anything from falling onto the stage. There sat three other men, waiting to grant the winner the money that was betted on. An unamused expression bore your face, crossing your arms over your chest.

Your boots hit the pavement, making people stagger back, many of them start to whisper in admiration. In awe to see such a woman beat the top racers in Japan once again. Many of the men watch you, their eyes never leaving your body. Amazed with everything, even the way you walked with so much confidence in yourself. It made anyone who dares look at you—envy you.

You were greeted by your crew, who all stood waiting for you to make your way up the velvet covered stairs. You heard cameras flash and many whoops and hollers, you gave Zuki a pained smile. She quickly came to your side, covering your face from the bright lights, handing you a pair of shades that she had grabbed just for you.

A small, “Thanks.” Left your lips, sliding the small frames over your face, dimming down the illumination. You stood in between your crew, hands in the pockets of your jeans, unaware of what to do. Looking out into the crowd enjoying the view but your mind was elsewhere.

Why did the Haitani brother join the race?

“Our winner for tonight's meetup is Purple Viper and her trusted crew!” Sanzu appears from the side, holding the microphone towards his mouth, grinning widely while listening to the crowd rampant.

“Coming in second place was Rindou Haitani.” Sanzu says with an eye roll, giving his comrade a well deserved middle finger.

Rindou steps forward, dramatically bowing, earning a few cheers from the crowd. Bringing himself back up from his stance, his downturned purple eyes showed nothing but passiveness towards you, his dark purple locks almost matching the night sky above. He snatched the microphone from Sanzu, pacing back and forth. Earning a few hollers from women and men. You scoff, shaking your head at his cockiness.

Clearing his throat, he made his way over to you with a smirk. “Didn’t know running people off of the road was your thing.” he bluntly remarks, his voice never skipping a beat. The crowd let out small oo’s.

You chuckle dryly, “You needed to be humbled.” Mimicking his tone of voice along with the stoic look, he was giving you.

Rindou bit his lip down out of frustration, handing the mic back over to Sanzu and disappearing towards the back of the stage. Plotting his demise on you and your bane of existence.

“Sore loser.” you whisper to your team, who all laughed at the man and shook their heads at him.

Sanzu steps back into the light, a smile on his lips once again, “I hope everyone enjoyed tonight’s race! We hope to have more in the future!” he announces, walking over towards the tables that were set up there, “All funds will go to Bonten’s Organization…”

You snap your head directly over at the pink haired man, “All funds?” you question loudly, causing many heads to turn towards you due to your sudden outburst, lifting the glasses up from over your face, “We had bets placed on us! That money is ours!”

Sanzu shrugs, a sadistic grin plastered on his face, “Did no one inform you? This event was to help benefit Bonten, dear.” he frowns, moving one curled fist under his left eye, pouting as he does the movements a crybaby would.

“Why you little—“ you angrily shout, making your way over to him but the sound of police sirens filled the area.

Zuki grabs you by your arm pulling you down the stairs, muttering nonsense to herself as you stumble down the stairs. You fished for the keys in your pocket, muttering incoherent words as you watched the police pin down some people up against cars. You dodge a police officer lunging at you, kicking them in the shin quickly, causing Zuki to yelp out in surprise.

“Go! Go! Go!,” you urge, throwing a swift punch at another cop.

“You just assaulted a police officer!” Zuki yelps, sprinting towards your car out of fear. You roll your eyes at her reaction, wincing at the now bruised knuckles, shaking off the pain that will subdue soon.

Getting into your car quickly, you didn’t have time to buckle up noticing three officers making their way over to where you were. You shook your head, gritting your teeth as you sent Zuki an apologetic look.

“Hold on.” you warn Zuki, your hands uncontrollably doing everything by default.

Speeding out of the venue, and angered at the fact that you were played out in the open. Knowing better than to even go out of your way to trust them, they all changed. Surely enough, not even Sanzu or Rindou remembers you, even if they did, you were protected. Many other organizations sponsor you, paying you top dollar, and giving you everything you need to feel safely accommodated. If anything ever happened to their precious Purple Viper, Bonten would surely pay handsomely.

You look through your mirrors, trying to find a way to escape the line of traffic. You shift gears to swerve past a stopped car ignoring the honks from others. Taking a quick glimpse into the rear view to see the police getting backed up behind the event traffic.

“What are we going to do?” Zuki whispers, looking out of the window, her fingers tracing the condensation that started to form from the cool air.

You rub your face, letting out a sigh through your nose, “Stick to what we’ve been doing.”

Zuki nodded in agreement, turning her attention on something else, wanting you to cool down before asking you another question. Last thing she needed was to end up on the news like the last time when she pressured you into answering her needless questions that led nowhere.

You drove the car through the garage entryway, relaxing a bit once the car was parked. Leaning into the seat, your hand found one of the levers to send the seat back, pulling it back to stretch out your limbs. Zuki leans over and pats your head, her slender fingers working their way over towards your cheeks, giving them a harsh squeeze.

You slap her hand away, giving her a dead glare, “I’ll be back.” you say loudly, humming to the song that played.

Zuki gives you an upturned frown, knowing what you meant by that statement. “Just not in the car, okay?” Zuki huffs, sliding her way out of the car and throwing her sweater at you in case.

Zuki was definitely going to hide your car keys after this, her job as the detailer meant she cleaned the car after every race. Knowing better to never take a black light over the seats of the car, learning her lesson the first time. But you knew Zuki didn’t care, she cared more about your well-being. You venturing off to mess around with someone from your past, always brought trouble.

You watch through half lidded eyes as he thrusts into you, his longer fingers curling into the dips of your hips. “F-fuck.” you stutter, throwing your head back into the seat, shuddering lightly as the air hits your exposed skin. Zuki was going to kill you once you got back but you didn’t care.

Draken hums into the crook of your neck, the sound of wet kisses spill throughout the car, your hands found their way around his neck pulling him closer towards you, lips colliding with yours as he lifted your legs over his shoulders. Leaning your hips forward, digits digging into his back, you moan out loudly. He rocks his hips against yours, dragging his lips across your collarbone makes you murmur out his name as you clench your legs around him.

“You’re quiet, tonight.” Draken grunts, one of his hands cupping your jaw harshly, forcing you to look up at him. He taps your cheek, fingers forcing your mouth open as he kisses you roughly, his rough hand cups one of your breasts, lightly pinching at the plush skin. You moan into the kiss, quickly pulling away from his grip, your fingers lace through the ends of his hair giving it a rough tug.

“Shut up.” you mumble, letting another pitiful moan leave your lips, pulling yourself closer towards Draken, your teeth lightly nip at the center of his chest. His moans send vibrations throughout your body as his heavy pants fill your ear.

“Feisty, aren’t we?” he dabs out, grabbing a fistful of your hair, yanking your neck back creates another loud moan fall from your lips. He slowly starts to drag his teeth against the veins of your neck, his hands pinching the sensitive areas of your back. You hiss, as your hands meet your face, trying to hold back the moans that wanted to leave your lips.

You buck your hips into him in response, mumbling out complete nonsense, feeling him hit the spot that would send your body into an orbital shock. He chuckles under his breath, grabbing your hands and placing them above your head as he starts to go at a teasing pace.

“Mmh—Pl-please.” you moan desperately, needing him to fill you up. You close your eyes, teeth gnawing at your bottom lip, enjoying the way Draken pulls out roughly above you, his hands gripping your hips as he lifts you up.

“Please what?” he mutters, shifting himself into the seat, placing you on his thigh with a satisfying grunt, his eyes ogling your breasts, free hand stroking his cock as his other hand steadies you. He watches you rut your hips against his thigh, the slick creating a lewd sound, your hands tangle themselves in your hair, enjoying yourself completely rather than having him finish the job for you.

It was a cycle you and Draken had formed, one thing led to another after you got released from the women’s prison in Osaka. He was the only one who knew of your little mishap with the police and the lock up that later was deemed needed due to the judges. He made sure to put money on some of your things so you had at least some type of leeway, something that you’d never be able to pay back to him simply because he always told you not to worry about it. It was a mutual agreement, you got to use his shop to hide out in and he got to use you whenever he wanted too.

Except Draken loves to see you suffer underneath him, undermining every little thing you did and belittling you. A smirk playing on his lips as you moan out, placing both of your hands onto his shoulders, rocking your hips against his thigh—desperately needing it to mimic the rhythm he did. Draken’s long fingers grips your jaw, holding your face still, forcing you to look at him. You open your mouth slightly, a slowly teasing moan fell from your lips.

“Fuck.” he grumbles, clenching his jaw at the sight before him, taking in the way your breasts bounce perfectly in front him, feeling his cock twitch in his hand, needing to be inside of you before the night came to a close.

“Mmh—‘M close, I-” you jumble, digging your nails deeply into the blades of his shoulders, small moans falling from lips. Your legs started to grow tense, the muscles in your thighs getting sore as you felt yourself yelp out in pure ecstasy, knowing you had a few more thrusts before you reached your orgasm.

“Absolutely not.” he sneers at you through gritted teeth, lifting you up off of him and throwing you up against the backseat. You whine, your hand quickly reaching down to finish the job. Your eyes trained on Draken, placing two of your fingers on top of the desired spot.

You part your legs open teasingly slowly, placing them in front of him, pressing deeply into his chest with the heels of your feet. His calloused hands wrapped around your ankles, the anklet he gave you dangled around your skin like a trophy, boosting the immense ego in him. He kisses your ankle bone looking up at you. The sound of your moans left your lips filling his ears, his lusted over eyes watching you in agony, your fingers going over the swollen bud in practiced motions. Draken huffs out in annoyance, forcefully parting your legs open for him to slither himself right back in between your thighs.

“Ya’ thought this was a one way agreement or did— fuck.” he states coldly, letting out a shaky breath, feeling the way you slipped his cock slowly into your cunt. The familiar slickness made him throw his head back, a throaty groan fell from his parted lips. He hooks a finger underneath your chin, his eyes never leaving yours as you rolled your hips against his.

“Did ya’ forget that you’re mine and I make the rules.” he whispers to you, holding back the moan, squeezing your cheeks forcing your mouth open. He stuck two fingers on your tongue, massaging the muscle, tongue swiping over his fingers, feeling your drool dribble down your chin.

You whimper up at him in agreement, looking up at him through your lashes and for a second Draken almost lets his load spill into you, but he grunts away that thought. His free hand gripping your hip, he wraps your legs around him, a string of whimpers left your mouth, suckling on his fingers, feeling his thrusts grow deeper into you.

The sound of skin slapping against each other felt so lewd to him, enjoying the way you look underneath him, enjoying the way your face scrunches up in pleasure underneath as the streetlight that shone underneath the car. And just maybe, maybe you’d let him have you, even if you were still in love with someone else, Draken knows he can change that.

For a minute, Draken lets you ramble out nonsense, hissing at the way your nails raked his back. A smirk forming on his lips, soaking up the feeling of his cock directly hitting the over stimulated spot, placing two fingers back into your mouth.

You whine out to him, feeling your drool travel down your neck, “You’re making a mess.” he frowns visibly, pulling his fingers away from you, smearing your drool around his cock before sliding himself back into your cunt, teasing you so carelessly. Feeling himself start to reach his own need, picking up the pace once more, his lips nip at your collarbone while his fingers toy with your tongue.

“Fuck.” he mutters dryly, pulling out quickly, you whimper at the heat that was lost, clenching your thighs together rubbing them. Draken hovers over you, pulling your tongue out further more, he looks up at you as he spits in your mouth.

You felt the head of his cock drag against your walls, sticking your tongue out further you start to choke on his saliva as you swallow it trying to keep the tears away. He grips the headrests of the seats, making you spread your legs out wider as you blabber out his name as his thrusts grow sloppy. You close your eyes, mouth agape throwing your head back in awe. You squirm underneath his touch, clenching your legs around him harder as you feel him thrust into you once more.

The sound of a motorbike was being heard off into the distance causing the both of you to let out annoyed sighs. You pull yourself away from him, groaning as he pulls back over to him.

“Throw this on.” he mutters to you as he tosses you his baggy tee.

You let the shirt fall into your lap, “Who is it?” you mutter, leaning your head into the crook of his neck.

He looks down at you, “You know who it is.” he replies with an eye roll.

He was right, you knew who it was. Seishu Inui always thought it would be funny to pop up at times like these. Always requesting to speak with you or with Draken. It was obvious he was planning something but you don’t have time for childish games and don’t give it another glance.

You threw on the shirt he tossed at you as you pulled yourself away from him. You search for the sweatpants you alway keep in the back for times like these. Draken leans over and places a soft chaste kiss on your temple. You freeze at the gesture, biting down your lip as you tie the waistband of the pants. You still weren’t used to the simple gestures even after everything and it threw you off guard. Draken tried so hard to bring out the best in you but you weren’t ready for that yet.

“Coffee or tea?” he asks, pulling hair away from your face and tucking it back behind your ear. You scrunch your nose, thinking of what sounded good but all you wanted was him to hold you. You weren’t sure of what you felt but you seek comfort in him, a comfort you’ve never received in a long time.

“Coffee.” you answer, looking at him with a small smile before climbing through the seats.

The air nips at your exposed shoulders, rubbing your shoulders in an attempt to warm yourself. You walk over to the peer, looking off into the horizon to see a ship, its bright lights guiding them through the dark waters. It felt calm, in another world, something that you wished you were in. Away from here and back in the other country where you spent time away from thinking of them all.

“You’re gonna catch a cold.” Draken hollers from behind you but you only shake your head, still keeping your eyes ahead.

“She isn’t going to listen to you! Just ‘cause you guys are fuck buddies doesn’t mean a damn thing.” Inui retorts with a loud laugh.

You roll your eyes, turning back around as you make your way over to them both. “Must you always air out my business like that?“ you ask Inui, giving him a cold glare.

Inui shrugs at your question, going back over towards his bike. “Bonten was spotted a little ways towards the shop and I knew you two goofs would be here.” he replies smoothly as he throws on his helmet. You scoff, already knowing where this was going to lead.

Inui never really understood the relationship the both of you had. He remembers the both of you as kids never really having a connection. Both of you pinned on others and wanted their love but he could see where the connection lit up again. A connection that was once severed was retethered on hope. That was something Inui never wanted to come in between of. If the both of you were using each other in a way to cope then he simply didn’t feel the need to protect his friends from one another.

“Bonten?” Draken asks with furrowed brows as he looks at you. “You told me you wouldn’t be in contact, Y/n.”

You laugh dryly as the sound of Inui’s bike echoes throughout the quiet night, “Let me explain.”

“No, you promised.” he frowns, looking away from you and off into the distance. He knew better than to tell you how to live your life but he wants what’s best for you.

“It was for an event, Kenny.” you admit as you walk over to him. He gives you a side eye glare, crossing his arms over his chest as he sticks his nose in the air. Hesitantly, you wrap your arms around him, shaking slightly as his warmth meets your cold skin.

Draken looks down at you, eyebrows raised in shock. He wasn’t sure what to do, wrap his arms around you or keep still, it was rare you’d show affection especially towards him. You weren’t used to showing him this side of you but he soaks it in.

He clears his throat, watching you with softened eyes as you snuggle deeper into his side. He looks down at you, a small smile forming at the corner of his mouth. “An event, huh?” he chuckles, his chest vibrating against you, as you hum in response.

For just a moment, you thought everything would be just fine.

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