hoshigray · 1 year ago
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𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 | nanami kento
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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: dom! Nanami x fem/afab! reader - nipple play - hair pulling - doggy style + deep impact positions - restricted movements (using his tie on your hands) - overstimulation - pet names (angel, baby, love, sweetpea) - clitoral play - orgasm denial.
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Oops, I did it again. Nanami being rough with his hands on your body. That's it, that's the tweet. Smthn quick thanks to MAPPA serving good food to the nanami fanatics on this week's ep
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We all know Nanami Kento would treat his partner with the utmost care. There is no man you can put your entire faith in when it comes to your body than him. He's always perfect with you. Checking up on you to see if you're okay, rubbing circles on your back to calm you down from a haze, wiping tears on your face whenever he makes you feel so goddamn good. And let's not forget the kiss on the forehead he places so gently as he fucks you lovingly.
In terms of lovemaking and treating your body right, Nanami is undeniably the perfect candidate…
…However, there will occasionally be those moments when you’d want him to be just a tad rough with you. Nothing wrong with the soft, cutesy shit. No, no, you love it!  But let’s face it; when you have a man who looks so deliciously alluring to the eye, with his broad shoulders and strong forearms that peek from his dress shirt, you can’t blame your mind for indulging with wilder thoughts. Especially when you express said thoughts to him.
And he listens to your request with his absolute attention. He’ll ask for confirmation before he does anything rash. And when you give him the green flag, your fate is sealed for the rest of the night. 
“—Ggaahhh!! Ahaahnn!! Ken–Kentooo, you’re going—OhmyGod, OhmyGoood—“
“Shhh, don’t squirm too much, love.” He’ll whisper to your ear so hotly you nearly fall to your knees had it not been for his leg between yours, essentially making you ride his sturdy thigh. Your back pressed up against his abdomen while his hands roamed your body. One hand in your shirt, slipping your bra up to release your breast from the material, and for his hands to knead and play with your mounds. The other stuffed down your shorts and passed your panties, his fingers intimately close to your hot, wet folds. And you jerk when his ring finger presses down on your clit.
“Ahooo! Kento, stop, stooop!!” You don’t want him to stop — he knows you don’t want him to stop. “I’m gonna cum, it’s gonna happen—Nnnnmm!!!” He tweezes your nipple roughly, evoking an erotic shriek. 
“You better come on me,” he demands you. Oh, how he sounds so hot when he does that. “Make my hand filthy like you, baby.”
But that’s only the beginning. Wait until you two move into the bedroom with his pelvis rutting onto the cusp of your ass. Face down to the pillow and ass up for Nanami to station you, and his hand in your hair, lightly tugging it. Sweat shields your body and glistens from the bedroom lights, your hands tied behind your back by his necktie. You’ve left with nothing to stand your ground, forced to take in his cock that churns your inner walls. And, God, it feels so fucking good. 
“How’re you feeling there, angel?” Nanami, his pants and tie discarded with his shirt no longer buttoned up. The fingers in your hair massage your scalp. “Hmm? Are you feeling good?”
“…Uhhaaa—Ohohhh!” There’s no way you could give him a proper response in a position like this. Your head is so far gone that all you can think about is the commotion between your legs. The deeper he grinds his cock into your chasm, the deeper you sink into your blissful fog. Your hips begin to move involuntarily at this point; it just feels too exhilarating to stop! 
However, attending to your bliss has its faults, especially when you’re not paying attention to the man making you feel this way. Because Nanami pulls your hair, forcing your face upright from the pillows. You cry at the sudden yank, exposing the drool and tears that trickle down your pretty face.
“You know better than that, Y/n.” His serious voice is on, your cunt twitches around his length. “I need your words to let me know how good you’re feeling.”
“Ahck—Mmmm…S’ too good, Kentooo. Y’ make me feel so good. So fucking—Ahannn…good….” did you mean for your words to slur? Who cares. Just don’t stop; please keep it going. Please, please, please—
Nanami chuckles at your words and lets your face fall back to the pillow. “Good.”
But don’t think the fun stops there. Nope. It just keeps getting better. 
With your hands still tied, you now lie on your back to the comforter while he pistons his cock into you, one of your legs now on his shoulder to get a better angle to hit your sweet spots accurately. The wails you let out are uncontainable — there’s no point in stopping them from flying out your mouth. Your bottom lip is puffy from how much you’ve bitten it this entire time, and more tears fall to your neck.
Nanami looks at your expressions intently, mocha eyes never leaving your gorgeous face. It’s here that he finally withdraws his shirt and fucks you nude, sharing this intimate heat and passion with you. And, lord, he looks so fucking good right now. His tidy golden hair now with strands sticking to his forehead, sweat shared between your naked bodies, and his beautiful brown orbs taking you in like you’re the greatest treasure in the world. 
“Ohhfuck, ohhhfuuckin—Ohhh!!!” Oh, God. With the way the tip of his cock precisely hits and scrapes your tender spots, you can feel your climax coming to get you. “Kento, Ken–Nnmphh, I’m gonna, I’m gonna—“
And then it vanishes. It didn’t come. Why? Because Nanami immediately removes his length from your slick-coated slit, the electrifying tingles in your body subside in seconds. Of course, you whine to him with doe, tearful eyes. So cruel. He’s so just cruel, but you love it.
“Mmmm, sorry, sweetpea.” You know he’s not sorry. The tiny mischievous glint in his eyes is telling. “Let me hear you beg for it first, the I’ll give my baby what they want.”
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kenslilove · 9 months ago
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᯽៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ Who’s Little Sister?! Pt.2
preview: You called him your boyfriend? Why would you do that? Draken isn't sure he's cut out to be the boyfriend to Takemichi's precious little sister...
ft. Ken "Draken" Ryuuguji x fem!reader
wc. 9kish... help 🫠🤪😰😵‍💫🥴🤡
W. NFSW 18+ MINORS DNI, age gap (Draken is in his late 20’s and owns the bike shop, reader is in their early 20’s in university), fem reader (takemichi’s little sister), crybaby/bimbo reader, angsty in the middle, Draken is very insecure of his ability to be in a relationship, slight exhibitionism (Draken fucks you while on call), multiple cream pies, messy make-outs, oral (m!receiving), mating press, squirting, lots of praise, aftercare, lots of pet names, it gets soft and passionate at the end 🥹🥹
an. The long-awaited part 2 of “Who’s Little Sister.” I put my heart, soul, and pussy into this piece. I think it's my favourite thing I've ever written in all honesty, it very much encapsulates how I think Draken’s and I’s relationship would start. God, I love him so much. It’s also the first time I've written anything remotely angsty though, and I can’t tell if it's lame or not LMFAO. Please, let me know what you think. I'm so very happy to be reposting this piece on this blog to share with yall, it’s literally so important to me <33 and I’m so so happy this is the fic that is bringing back my writing spark! Part 3 will hopefully be even better than this 🙏🏼🤭 Constructive feedback, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. 
extra note: Listen to “Nothings gonna hurt you baby.” By Cigarettes After Sex during the last scene. It’s Kenny’s and I’s selfship song and help inspired me for the ending <33
tagging: @enchantedforest-network @eveningatthemoviesnetwork and @shoyosdoll bc you've been such a supporter of this fic hehe <33 i hope you love part 2 as much as part 1 <33
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“Draken-Kun, are you coming tonight?” 
There was silence on Draken’s end of the phone as all the other males on-call waited for a response. Mikey was the first one to say something back, annoyance clear in his tone as he spoke directly into the receiver, making his voice sound much louder than necessary. 
“Oi, Ken-Chin, get off the phone if you’re just gonna ignore us.” 
“Sorry–” Draken finally responded, his voice seeming just a bit more… strained than usual. Not enough for the boys to notice until he grunted softly, what seemed to be creaking or something muffled in the background of his audio call. 
“You good, dude?” Mitsuya piped up, his own voice a little muffled due to a sewing needle between his lips but nothing like Draken’s. 
“Oh yea, fuckin peachy–” Draken breathed in response, his huff coming out as a soft laugh when a bit of sweat started to roll down his temple. 
If he was being honest, he wasn’t really paying attention to the call, how could he, when you, Takemichi’s precious little sister was underneath him, sprawled out and trembled as his cock drilled into you at a steady pace. You were biting down on your bottom lip so hard, Draken swore that blood would free itself soon from the delicate flesh, your eyes screwed shut as your pretty chest bounced with each thrust of his hips. You were trying so hard for him to be quiet, just like he instructed as soon as he picked up the phone. The attempt was adorable, considering how vocal you usually were for him. 
But Draken was twisted, he knew that deep down, so he just couldn’t help himself when he angled his hips just right so his cock head would jab right into that gummy sweet spot within your walls. You yelped, pleasure shooting up your spine, only for the sound to be cut off by the smack of Draken’s free palm clamping over your mouth. 
“Who has a girl over~?” Baji piped up, suddenly very much interested in the conversation. Draken laughed shallowly into his receiver, his hand tightening up along your jaw as he continued to ram into the spot that made you see stars. You couldn’t even control your babbles when he did this, an endless stream of whimpers and sobs being muffled into his palm as you held onto his wrist for dear life. 
“Gotta go, Text me what time I needa be there–” Draken didn’t wait for a response from his friends. Instead, he hung up quickly, abandoning the device somewhere on the bed. When he released the hold on your mouth you whined at him, the tears finally spilling from your eyes. 
“K-Kenny, Kenny please– Please–!” 
“So fuckin loud pretty, all the damn time,” Draken says it with a grin, easily manhandling your thighs over his shoulders so he can fuck into you deeper. He presses a kiss to your ankle, right beside the anklet he bought you as your pussy flutters so desperately around his cock. 
“O-Oh! Please, Ken–!”
“Please what?” Draken grunts, his hips slapping up against yours ruthlessly now as his release comes dangerously close. He knew you weren’t far behind. Had learned your signs very early on. Your toes would curl, your eyes would get foggy, chest stuttering. Your pussy would milk him so tight and leave rings of arousal on his cock. 
And he loved every second of it. 
“Wanna cum, needa cum again–!” you pleaded with him, nails digging into the muscles of his flexing biceps. He nodded in agreement, his own voice becoming hoarse due to the sheer squeeze of your pussy. Although his pace started to get sloppy he still fucked into you, one hand slithering between your sweaty bodies in order to massage ruthlessly at your clit. 
“Go on then, cum, make a fuckin mess f’me gorgeous.” He breathes, licking his lips when you throw your head back with a cry. The mess you make on his cock is breathtaking, arousal squirting from your used hole and dousing his hand, wrist and abs. He swears under his breath at the borderline painful grip your pussy has on his cock when you finish, one final thrust allowing him to spill ropes of cum right up against your cervix. 
Draken’s trembling when he falls onto his elbows over you, his breath coming out a bit shaky as his cock still twitches within your walls in the aftermath of both of your highs. He starts pressing wet, opened-mouthed kisses along your neck and face to help you come too, a soft chuckle leaving his lips when you whine softly. 
“You okay baby?” His voice is a whisper, and as the energy slowly comes back to you he smooths his palm over your cheek, thumb swiping under your eye to pick up leftover tears. You nod, one of your trembly hands lazily dragging through his black locks of hair. “Mhm, m’good, Kenny. Help me sit up?” He does, one big palm on the back of your neck to help you to sit up against the headboard. 
He presses a smooch to your lips before easing himself out of you, both of you wincing softly from the loss of contact. It’s only when he pulls out completely and his softening cock falls against his thigh that he realises just how big of a mess the two of you made of yourself and the sheets. It makes him swell with pride, a grin slowly curling on his lips. 
You’ve come a long way, from the sweet girl who was just learning to cream on his cock to the messes you’ve made on his bed on the daily. 
“M’gunna get a cloth.” He says, handing you a glass of water and your phone as soon as he stands to keep you occupied. His muscles are still a bit tingly as he stands, arms stretching up and above his head as he heads towards the bathroom. 
“Nice butt!” You call out, making him snort softly as he stands before the bathroom mirror. He can’t help but admire the marks you’ve littered across his neck and chest, the cute little bruises reminding him of the shape of your puckered lips. He then examines the nail marks you’ve left along his forearms and shoulders, some of the red pathways breaking in the middle to show little droplets of blood. Lastly, he sighs dreamily at the sheen of your arousal that coats his pelvis, a ring of white still layered at his base. 
Man knew he was in heaven. 
When he came back to the bedroom after tidying himself a bit, as well as with a cloth in hand you were on the phone with someone, giggling into the receiver and looking up at Draken with a playful glint in your eye. 
“I’ll actually meet with you later, m’with my boyfriend right now~” Despite the way your giggling increased and you squealed to your friend about how you’ve mentioned him before with such excitement, Draken was anything but that. 
His chest tightened up, crease forming between his brow. Boyfriend? When did that become his title? 
“Kennnnnny~” You snapped him out of his thoughts, though his brows stayed furrowed. “Hurry! The mess is only getting bigger over here.”
One hand was planted on the mattress as he gently wiped the dampened towel over your pussy and thighs, your hand coming to cover his, making him pause in your tracks. “Shouldn’t scowl so much, handsome.” You murmur it gently, thumb gently smoothing between his brows in an attempt to fix the crinkles there. “You’ll get wrinkles~”
“You called me your boyfriend–” His voice was blunt, which took you by slight surprise. A little pout formed on your swollen lower lip as you subconsciously squeezed at his wrist. 
“Well, yea–”
“We haven’t talked about that.” He was still being blunt as ever, so much so it almost startled you, made you feel much smaller under him as he sat up on his hunched, throwing the soiled cloth into the laundry bin. 
“I-I know…” You simply muttered, chest started to feel tight as you watched just how serious his face had become. He was tugging his strands of black hair into a low bun when you sat up a bit more, fingers gently brushing over his chest. “But I just thought, thought that we were together…”
And it wasn’t wrong for you to think that way. Ever since that first night at Draken’s apartment the two of you had been secretly hanging out. You went out to restaurants, and the local arcade took his bike to the mountainside and watched the sunset. The two of you had bought little things for one another, like the gold anklet that sat pretty on your ankle and the hello kitty keychain that was currently attached to his bike keys. You even made sure to turn off your location so Takemichi couldn’t see just how often you were having sleepovers at Draken’s place. 
You two did the things that couples did together. You two did the things that you saw Takemichi and Hina do on the regular. Dare you even say, you did things with Draken that he and Emma used to do–
Plus, he was fucking you every chance he got. 
“Well, maybe you shoulda thought about talkin to me about it first before you go squealing that I’m your boyfriend.” His tone was harsher than he wanted it to be, a tone he usually used with his friends but never really with you. It had you suck in a soft breath, suddenly feeling very exposed curled up in nothing but his bedsheets. 
“You don’t have to be so mean–” 
“M’not being mean, I’m being realistic. It ain’t cute to just assume I’m your boyfriend when we haven’t talked about anything official.” He was off the bed now, tugging up his boxers. When you didn’t respond he sighed. “We hang out and fuck around, why do we need to be more than–” 
When he turned around again to look you in the eye his own voice caught in his throat. Your eyes had gotten wide, a glossy layer of tears hiding the usual beautiful shine your gaze held. Your lower lip was trembling softly, fingers clutching onto the covers so tightly he noticed how your knuckles turned white. 
“Hey–” 
“M’gunna go.” You interrupted, the crack in your tone only making his heart plummet harder in his chest. As you got to your feet, his blanket securely wrapped around you he grabbed both your shoulders. 
“Hey, don’t be like that (Y/N), you don’t even have a ride–” 
“Gunna call Michi.” You slipped out of his grasp by tucking yourself out from under his hands, bending to grab at your clothes scattered across the ground. 
“Like hell you are. We’re not telling him about us, remember what happened last time?” Draken could still hear the boy's ruthless comments after that first night, the crack of Baji’s fist against his jaw– 
“Don’t care, wanna go home.” Your muttering had gotten softer, ready to slip into the bathroom and shut the door right in his face. 
“Would you stop being such a brat?” Draken grabbed at your arm this time, tugging it back towards him. He himself hadn’t expected it to be so forceful, the little squeak you released and the falling of tears instantly making him let go of you. You both stared at each other a little shocked, Draken’s breath froze in his throat and his fingertips went a bit cold as you looked at him. 
Teary-eyed, shrunken in. Scared. Were you scared of him? 
Without a word, you finally went into the bathroom, and it was only then that Draken let out his frustrated breath, cheeks feeling hot as he clenched his fists up at his sides. Fuck, what the fuck was happening right now. He hated this nonsense, hated just how frustrated he felt, hated that look on your face, hated that he couldn’t even really understand what emotions were running through his head. 
Why was he mad anyway? Why was any of this really a big deal? 
He used his own phone to call you a cab, knowing you wouldn’t actually call Takemichi to pick you up. You had also gotten an ear full after getting caught, and as much as you trusted your brother, the last thing you needed right now was a lecture. You stayed locked in the bathroom until Draken gave the wood a gentle knock with his knuckles. 
“Cabs here…” He murmured. You didn’t look at him when you walked out, eyes bloodshot and downcast and when slipped past him fully clothed. He watched from the ledge of his bed, jaw set rigid as you so casually adjusted your bag over your shoulder, now a little overfilled with the stuff you had started to accumulate in his bathroom. Something slipped from your fingertips onto his kitchen counter before you made a beeline for the door, Draken only getting up when it closed firmly behind you. 
He approached slowly, that odd feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach seeming to grow, expanding into his chest as he noticed the subtle twinkle on the countertop. It was the anklet he bought you, dainty, gold, shiny, his initials hanging from the small tag. 
“Fuck—!“ His emotions boiled over into anger, face red when his fist connected with the drywall. A crack formed in the white fall, his knuckles taking on a deep purple almost instantly as he pulled his clenched fist back to his side. Instead, he let his forehead rest in the dent he just made, thoughts spiralling, making his heart pound in his chest. 
Had he really just done that? Made a big deal over nothing? Put his hands on you? And for what? 
You called him your boyfriend… was that really… so wrong? 
Was he really so set on “not being a sister fucker”, did he really care so much about what the boys thought, what people said about him, that he was willing to let you go? 
He wasn’t sure how long he stayed leaned up against the wall like that, thoughts running wildly through his mind, making it pound. Eventually, when his eyes started to get sore, narrowing down in an attempt to hold back unwanted angry tears he moved back to his room to plop himself down into bed. And he didn’t get up for the rest of the evening. 
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It had been a week. 
One whole week since you had left Draken’s apartment, and the two of you had not spoken since. Day three was when Draken caved and texted you, considering you had turned your location off for him so he couldn’t check up on you from time to time. 
“Are you okay? Please, we need to talk.” 
Radio silence. The message was left unread by you. He even sent another the day after, just a quick message but a little more firm than the last. 
“Don’t shut me out like this.” 
And still, nothing. It was killing Draken from the inside out. Each day that passed made him more anxious than the last. Were you okay? Did you hate him now? Were you crying to your brother? Draken couldn’t ask Takemichi about you, cause he didn’t even know you two were a thing in the first place. But every time he saw his black-haired friend his heart would stutter, tightening up in his chest. 
You laughed just like he did. Were you laughing right now? 
Draken had a bad habit of letting things like this consume him. Almost everything seemed to remind him of you or something the two of you had done and it was driving him a little crazy. And all because you had called him your boyfriend. 
All because Draken was afraid to commit to someone again despite his need to do so. All of his friends always thought he was so mature, and yet here he was, working through feelings that were staring him right in the face like some teenage boy. 
He kept his headphones in at the shop, his body hunched slightly on the stool he set up beside the bike he was currently repairing. The music was loud, drowning out not only the background noise but his thoughts that seem to repeat themselves over and over. His brows were slightly furrowed when he lifted from the busted engine only a moment, just enough to wipe away excess sweat that built up on his brow. 
That’s when he caught a glimpse of you. It made his heart pause mid-beat, breath hitching in his throat. He caught the last bits of you as you rounded the corner that led up the stairs, probably in search of Takemichi But that didn’t matter. 
Draken found himself scurrying from his seat, the stool skidding from under him as he was quick to follow suit. With long strides, he made it to the stairs and there you were, hand on the railing, one of those cute little skirts he loved hugging your waist just right. He called out to you, twice actually, quickly pulling his headphones from his ears when you actually turned to look at him. 
“Hey–” 
“I won’t be long.” You simply responded, voice sounding much too sad for Draken’s liking. He noticed how your hand tensed up on the railing when he approached and it made him frown. “I’m just grabbing something for Michi–”
“I wanna talk to you.” He took another step, a tentative one. He hated how your eyes were already getting a little glassy. “Let’s just talk, sweetheart.”
“Don’t wanna talk, Ken.” There was that familiar shake in your tone, the one he had become very aware of. You were just like your brother in so many ways.
His sweet little crybaby. 
“C’mere…” He was on the step right in front of you now, the levelling allowing him to lean down just a bit so his face could be close to yours. You took your time meeting his gaze, fingers now fidgeting with the hem of your skirt. “It’s okay baby…” 
“You–” He could tell you were trying to gather your bearings, trying so desperately not to crumble and let the tears fall that were already sitting in your lashes. He was patient with you, scared that if he went in too strong you’d just run off from him again. You sucked in a shaky breath before continuing. “You really hurt me, Draken.” 
He could have hissed, chest getting a little tight. He hated the way that nickname sounded coming from you. 
“I know, I know little love and–” 
“Do you not wanna be my boyfriend? I thought you liked me.” 
“I do like you–”
“Then be my boyfriend.” It had been a bit more firm than he expected, your brows set and a little pout on your lips after you spoke it. Had things been a little different, he would have told you just how proud he was of you for standing your ground like that. 
“It’s not, it's just not that simple.” It was his turn to think his words over, lips catching between his teeth as those doubtful thoughts started returning to him. He was right, wasn’t he? It wasn’t that simple because– 
“Why not?” You were being blunt again, words bordering on angry as you sniffled. The first few tears finally fell and Draken wanted nothing more than to wipe them away. 
“Well to start, there’s your brother–” 
“I don’t care what Michi thinks!” You groaned it out as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I wanna be with you, Ken–” 
“But–” He really hated that he couldn’t seem to find the right words. 
“What are you so afraid of?”  
That really made Draken stop, eyes widening just a bit as he looked back into your teary ones. Your chest was heaving a bit as the silence sat heavily between the two of you. Draken blinked, once, twice, brain reeling over this one simple question. 
Draken had been in many fights, grew up in a brothel, seen blood and gore and sex and a lot of things people shouldn’t see. He wasn’t scared any of those times. So, why now? Why was he so scared now as he looked into your eyes that were basically pleading with him for an answer. 
“I–” His words were shaky, and finally broke the intense gaze the two of you were sharing as he looked down. “I dunno.” 
There was another beat of silence before you continued up the staircase. Draken only looked up when he knew you were at the top, far enough away from him that he didn’t have to feel like your gaze was piercing him. He wished that he didn’t look though, wished that he hadn’t seen that sad smile on your lips. 
He never wanted to see that ever again, not on you. 
“I hope I’ll still be around when you figure it out.” 
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Drake wasn’t sure how much time had passed now since he had seen you. The first few days he refused to even think about that interaction on the stairs. That sad smile of yours easily pulls his heart apart and thinking back on it only made him more and more pissed at himself. 
So instead of thinking of you, he filled his time with work. He found himself opening and closing the shop, despite Inui trying to make him go back to their balanced schedule. He took on more projects, burying himself under the weight of grease and bolts instead of dealing with the weight that now sat in his chest.
You hadn’t come back to the shop yet either, he had a feeling you’d never come back. 
What got Draken out of work early one night was a call from Mitsuya. He called twice before Draken reluctantly picked up the phone, the annoyance clear in his tone as he held the phone to his ear with his shoulder. 
“Ya know m’working–” 
“Well, you sound just delighted to hear from me~” Mitsuya hummed, chuckling when he heard Draken’s grunt from the other end of the phone. Mitsuya was organising threads by colour when he spoke. “Come over tonight?” 
“I don’t feel like partying,” Draken answered back right away. What he meant though was that he didn’t wanna go in case Takemichi was there because then he would only remind him of– 
“It’s not gonna be a party doofus, it’ll just be us two.” Draken made a look of disgust, more so at the insult than anything else. “Just come.” 
“I have shit to do here–” He was trying his best to get out of this, but if anyone could see through Draken’s bullshit, it was Mitsuya. 
“You’ve locked yourself in that damn shop for the past week, I know you can make a little time to go out. Let Inui close tonight.”
“Nah, it’s my night.” It wasn’t.
“Bet you haven’t even showered.” 
“Oh fuck off–” Draken grunted, sniffing himself only because Mitsuya wasn’t there to give him the side-eye. He scowled softly to himself when the scent he picked up coming from his overalls was far from pleasant. “Will you quit nagging me if I come, mom?” 
“Absolutely buddy.” Mitsuya was chuckling softly, rolling in his chair to pull back up to his sewing table. “See you at 7, doofus.” 
Draken wasn’t given the opportunity to snap back with something clever, the phone went dead right away. With a huff Draken resultantly found himself putting his tools away, tucking his overused workbench in its proper corner so he could head off to Mistuya’s. 
But not without a shower first. 
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Draken’s hair was still damp when he headed for Mitsuya’s place. With how fast Draken sped his bike down the freeway, it only took about ten minutes tops. Draken lugged a case of beer with him up to the familiar walkway that belonged to Mitsuya’s townhouse. When he opened the door he still had his work glasses on, a lazy grin tugging on his features when he was met with the sight of Draken’s scowling face. 
“Would you look at that, he showered.”
Draken just rolled his eyes, nudging past Mitsuya and making himself at home. The two found themselves quickly situated on the couch, spread out on each end and open beers on coasters. Mitsuya had pulled out his old N64, so the two were currently in a round of Mario kart. The silence had been comfortable between the two, as it usually was until Mitsuay finally decided to speak up. 
“So, what's got you fucked up?” 
“What?” Draken said with a short laugh, his eyes staying glued to the tv screen. 
“You only get all solitary like this when something is really bothering you, so–” 
“Nothin’s up, m’good.” Draken simply grunted, which quickly turned into a scowl when Mitusya passed him for first place in the game. “Quit distracting me.” 
“Is it Takemichi’s little sister?”
Draken almost choked on his beer, finally looking away from the screen to look at Mitsuya who was still calm as ever. Only after he passed the finish line did he meet Draken’s gaze, one brow lifted up. 
“What about her?” 
“You were seeing her–” 
“I was not.” 
Now it was Mitsuya’s turn to laugh, a hearty one too that only made Draken’s brows furrow further. He pulled his glasses from his face, sighing out as he shook his head. 
“You think you’re so hard to read, but you’re not.” Mitsuya kept talking before Draken could bark at him. “I know you kept seeing her after that night.” 
“Okay, so?” Draken wasn’t sure why he was getting so defensive, maybe it was because it pissed him off that Mitsuya knew him better than he knew himself. 
“So, did you two break up?”
“We were never together.” Draken simply stated, going to start another round of Mario kart. But as soon as the words left his lips he hated the way they sounded, and now that they were out there, floating around his head it made him grip his controller a little tighter. 
“Oh, you weren’t?” Mitsuya said, that dumb smile of his making Draken shake his head, grit his teeth even. It was Mitsuya’s turn to scoff, tipping his beer back to polish it off. “You are such a fuckin doofus dude.” 
“Watch your mouth man–” 
“Why are ya doing this to yourself?” Draken sucked in a little breath. The silence hung in the air between them a little and Mitsuya rolled his eyes when he saw how Draken’s head tipped slightly to the side in confusion. He continued as he opened up another beer. “Why aren’t you letting yourself be happy? You can do commitment, you’ve done it before.” 
Draken felt a little frozen in place, eyes unfocused as he tried to process what Mitsuya had so obviously laid out for him. His heart started to pick up in his chest as he really thought it over, well at least tried to. “Yea, I did it before and look what happened.” 
Flashes of his relationship with Emma were impossible to ignore. How things went from wonderful to terrible so quickly. How the two of them became each other's world so fast for it all to crash and burn. The fighting, the lies, how he was so scared after he lost her but to also lose everyone he loved. His found family was all he had, and if they had decided to up and leave– 
“Sure, it was a bad breakup,” Mitsuya spoke with a simple shrug of his shoulders, looking at Draken’s pained face over the lip of his bottle. “But it didn’t stay bad, did it?” 
“Guess not…” Draken murmured. It didn’t. He didn’t lose his best friends, he didn’t even really lose Emma. After time apart and some growing up, the two had gone back to speaking terms. 
“So, let yourself be happy, dude.” 
“But she’s another little sister–” 
“Yea you have a type.” Mitsuya couldn’t help but laugh, especially after Draken sent his controller flying at him. Mitsuya thankfully caught it, holding a hand up in defence. “Relax! I’m joking… The boys are gonna bug you about it, but Draken, who the fuck cares.” 
Draken slowly nodded at that, allowing himself to really think it all over. He had never been the type to care so much about what others thought about him. He was letting himself get in his head for something that was already over and done with. Rubbing his hand over his forehead, he picked up another beer, shaking his head as he twisted the top off to chug some of it down. 
“I hate you, you know that?” He mumbled to Mitsuya, which only made him laugh out loud in response. He clinked his bottle up against Draken’s. 
“Love you too buddy. You should really make up with her.” Draken eyed Mitsuya over the lip of his beer. “I assume you said some dumb guy shit to her.” 
Draken pouted, mumbling something along the lines of “maybe I did” before he took another drink. Looking down the stem of the bottle Draken sighed softly, thinking of that sad smile on your face. It made him scoff at himself. “I just– I’m not sure I’ll be able to treat her right, as her boyfriend.” 
“Well, she’s stuck around this long, hasn’t she?” Mitsuya started to set up another game of Mario Kart for the two of them as Draken nodded slowly. “I’m sure if she didn’t think you’d treat her right, she woulda left.” 
Those couple words were left lingering in Draken’s head the rest of the evening. Mitsuya didn’t bring it up again, and Draken didn’t dare to. But as he started to pass out on his friend's couch, he had one too many beers to be driving himself home, he really thought over what Mitsuya had said. What he knew was right. 
I’m sure if she didn’t think you'd treat her right, she woulda left. 
Draken chuckled softly to himself, his palm coming up to slap him right on the forehead. The sting made him hiss to himself, but it's what he deserved. He’d never admit it out loud, but sometimes he wished his brain worked the way Mitsuya’s did. 
“I’m such an idiot.” He spoke, and it was Mitsuya sleepy agreeing with him on the couch beside him that had him laughing all over again. 
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He knew you’d be finishing classes up on campus right now, had picked you up and dropped you off many times before to know that you’d be coming out of the big college building any minute now. He parked right out front, his hands dug deep into his pockets as he watched the door. His eyes scanned over many faces, all different kinds, all of them filtering through, onyx gaze trying to lock onto– 
You. 
You were in the middle of giggling, those familiar wrinkles showing up around the corners of your eyes, your pretty manicured nails holding the books you had tighter to your chest. The image made him smile fondly, lips upturned just a little when the two of you finally made eye contact. 
He was more than grateful that you returned the small smile. The darkest parts of him had conceived him; you'd simply walk right by him, or even turn around in the opposite direction. But instead, you excused yourself from your friends, who all couldn’t help but side-eye the older, imitating dude leaning on a motorcycle, dragon tattoo on full display with his hair pulled up in a loose ponytail. As you approach he speaks, unable to keep his eyes off your own. 
“Hey.” 
“Hi, Ken.” Just the way you say his name makes his heart flutter a little. He moves to the side, opening up the small compartment on his bike that’ll allow you to put your books inside. 
“Come with me?” He asks, and the momentary silence makes him feel more nervous than he had in a long time. You could say no, he could have taken too long. You could have already slipped right out of his fingertips and it would be all his fault– 
“Okay.” You simply reply, and your smile doesn’t falter. It stays as you tuck your books away, as he places his helmet on your bread and helps you adjust the straps. You in front of him on the bike just as you had on that first night he picked you up. His hands easily swallowed yours on the handlebars, and before you knew it the two of you were speeding off towards his place. You knew that because the route had become too familiar after the many times he’d whisked you away after school. Your heart was beating fast in your chest like it normally did when you rode on Draken’s bike. It filled you with a type of adrenaline you hadn’t been able to find anywhere else. 
That and the fact that his hands seemed to be holding yours tighter than usual. 
After a couple of sharp turns and uphill roads, you two made it to Draken’s apartment. He gave you your space as you two headed to his room a couple of floors up, his heart seeming to be in his throat. He needed to relax, he knew exactly what he had to say to you, knew what he had to do, and yet as he fiddled with his keys a bit to find the right one that opened his apartment, the familiar scent of your perfume was making his brain a little foggy. 
It was the warmth of your fingers that shook him from whatever haze he was in, the tips of his ears feeling a bit hot as your fingers easily tugged the right key, helped him slip it into the lock. “It’s this one, Ken.” You say it as if your presence alone isn’t making him weak at the knees. 
He just nodded, allowing you in first. Shoes were slipped off and the two of you found yourself in his kitchen. You stood right in the middle, your arms tucked neatly behind your back, hands clasped. He missed the way you used to make yourself at home, grabbing something from his fridge or sprawling out on his couch. 
He wanted you to be that comfortable again. 
“I really needed to see you.” He started, his voice a little hesitant. He cleared his throat, fingers once again in his pockets. He looked everywhere but at you, despite the way he felt your gentle gaze burning into him. “I needed, I just–” He huffed. “I really fucked up–” 
There was your familiar warmth again, but instead, you were grabbing at one of his hands. So easily your fingers threaded into his, and suddenly the weight in his tummy didn’t feel all that heavy as he looked down at you, those wide pretty eyes he had missed so fucking much. “You did kinda fuck up–” You murmur, which makes him huff again, this time with a hint of laughter behind it. “I know I did. I know.”
He pulled you in a little closer, and he was so very grateful that you weren't resistant. In fact, you melted into his chest, your face finding that familiar comfortable spot against his peck, cheek pressed up against where you felt his heartbeat, which was currently pounding in his chest. He sucks in another breath, one hand coming to gently pet your head. “I’m sorry, I’m real sorry sweetheart…” He feels the way you start to tremble and it eats at him, brows furrowing up. “Please, don’t babygirl, m’tryna apologise to you–” 
“Don’t be dumb like that ever again Ken.” Your voice waves and he knows you’re about to cry, but he doesn't stop you from speaking, if anything, your shaky words only make him hold you tighter, a fond smile coming to his lips. “Don’t leave me like that again!” Your voice cracks and Ken has to chuckle under his breath, but there's no bite to his laughter, only fondness. “Next time, just talk to me. I-I know I’m younger and inexperienced b-but I know what I want and that's you–” 
That's when he finally stops you, one big palm cupping your cheek. He tilts your head up, thumb smoothing over your cheekbone before he's pressing a smooch to your lips. You both seem to relax against the embrace, and when he feels a salty tear hit his thumb he swipes it away, lips parting from your just enough so he can murmur against them. 
“I know, lil love. I know.” When your lower lip trembles a bit a smile breaks out on his lips. One that makes the corner of his lips twitch, little wrinkles showing up around his eyes. His hands cup your neck so gently, thumbs pressing up against the underside of your jaw. He murmurs again, this time his words slurred along with your breathy, soft whimper. “I want you too…” 
This time the kiss is desperate, needy. Your fingers turn white at the knuckles when you grip at his shirt, lips moulding against his own. Draken’s tongue is impatient, slithering into your open mouth and reexploring the warm cavern that is your mouth. He huffs when your chest presses flush to him, and with ease his big hands cup your thighs, scooping you into his embrace. Your legs cling to his waist without a thought, the giddy giggle bubbling from your lips and against his own making a bit of blush rise on his cheeks. 
Oh, how he missed that sweet, sweet sound. 
Draken tries not to trip over himself as he carries you off to his bedroom, his back hitting up against the door at the same time your teeth playfully tug at his bottom lip. He drops you down and the bounce of your body has both of you a little too excited, Draken’s shirt easily coming off as he tugs it up over his head. 
“Lemme show you how badly I want you, baby.” His voice has already gotten deeper, and as his big hand comes to cup the back of your neck to pull you in for another kiss he’s a bit surprised when both your palms press against his chest, pushing him away an inch.
Surprised and panicked. Was he moving too fast, did you think he was just using you in your vulnerable moment? Had he really fucked up so soon again– 
His breath left him in a huff when his back hit the mattress, your body rolling over him. He blinked a few times as you straddled him, palms pressed against his chest and your face heated. He could tell that a flush was working its way up to your cheeks when you looked down at him, your body slowly scooting down from his waist to his hips. 
“No, let me s-show you.” Despite just how nervous you were, Draken could tell by the way you chewed on your lower lip, how your fingers trembled a little, undoing his belt and zipper, his cock still twitched with excitement underneath you an odd sense of pride flowing through him. 
You had come a long way, from the virgin he met all those months ago. He had just been the biggest idiot and here he was, pushing his hair from his face so he could watch how your pretty little hands handled his semi-hard cock with such care. How you looked at him first, batted your lashes when you leaned in and pressed the sweetest of kisses right to his tip. 
“Oh fuck—“ 
Yea, he was never letting you go again, ever. 
You took a deep breath through your nose before taking his tip between your lips, your eyes never leaving his dilated ones. He propped himself up on an elbow, free hand easing the hair away from your face. It was a sight that would be burned into his mind forever. Wide doe eyes, hand barely wrapped around his fat base, pretty lips suckling away at his tip. 
“You’re gonna be the fuckin death of me pretty girl.” Draken chuckles breathlessly, and the little glint in your eyes tells him you would have smiled had your lips not been preoccupied. He kept his hand gentle on the back of your head as you slowly took more of him, your tongue flattening out against his underside. His head tilted back in a groan at your steady pace, the warmth of your mouth making his skin prickle with pleasure. His fingers curled in your hair just a bit, enough to hold him back from jerking his hips into you, make you gag– 
He’d save it for another time. 
“Atta girl…” He murmured, chest rising and falling a little faster as you gained your rhythm. Your eyes peaked up at him again, before you got back into it, cheeks hollowing as you took as much of him into your mouth as possible. You reached about halfway, which Draken noticed made your brows furrow up. 
“S’okay, we’ve got plenty of time to make it fit, keep going lil love.” He encouraged, and you listened, head continuing to bob faster, sloppier. Draken could feel your drool dribbling down his shaft and onto his balls and it made him shiver. It didn’t help that your ass was up high, practically swaying like an excited little puppy just to be sucking him off. Swearing under his breath a moment as his balls suddenly felt all too tight, he pulled you off his cock, the pornographic pop of your lips making him grunt, you whine. The string of drool connecting your swollen lips to his cock was thick, and when it snapped onto your chin Draken could feel himself getting lightheaded. 
“W-Why did you–” He silenced your whining with another fierce kiss, and without hesitation you were manhandled back into his pillows, flat on your back. He has no problem working your soiled panties off your thighs, deciding to just tuck the extra material of your skirt into the waistband “Felt fucking awesome.” Your panties are tossed right over your shoulder, a cute yelp leaving you when he hauls both your thighs up, over his shoulders. “But I wanna cum in this pretty pussy.” 
From this position your pussy was split wide open for him, your clit poking out and throbbing from under the hood. He sighed, content, pausing his previous actions to lean in, pressing the softest of kisses right up against your clit. 
“My pretty pussy.” His soft touch is gone, replaced with his burning desire to claim you again. A few rubs of his cock against your slicken folds, along with your drool is enough to get his cock wet enough to slip in. His breathing hitches once his head makes it past the tight ring of your muscles, the squeeze vice-like just from the simple intrusion. 
“K-Ken–” 
“Shh, I know.” He coos, hunching over you. With your thighs on his shoulders, his shifting has you in a mating press, a position that all too knew and is making your head spin. Your tummy folds the closer he gets to you, the pad of his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your clit while the other intertwines with the hand you had gripping the sheets close to your head. “S’always gonna be a lil tight, isn’t it babygirl.” 
You’re already moaning in a wonton fashion, eyes struggling to stay open as he rocks his cock head in and out, his thumb working at your nub. When your pussy starts fluttering for him he works in a few more inches, needy sounds spilling into each other mouth due to his lips staying inches away from your own. “Gonna take it all f’me? Be my good girl?”  
You nod, and when you look at him again your eyes have that familiar glassy sheen he’s grown to love. He kisses you right under the eye before with one good push his cock is all the way inside. The sound you make is downright sinful, something between a cry and a mewl and it has Draken’s cock twitching within the tightness of your cunt. It makes his vision go a little stary, the growl he releases vibrating through his chest. 
“Good fucking girl.” The slap of his hips into your ass resounds throughout the room, squelching soon coming from between your bodies. In this position his cock nuzzles your sweet spot, seeming to reach down deep, into parts of you that you didn’t even realise existed, and it quickly has you falling apart, babbles freely spilling from your lips, tears wetting your hot cheeks. Draken is quick to kiss them away, his fingers tightening around yours as he puffs hot pants along your face. 
“D-Deep~!” You manage to squeak, and Draken has to crack a grin, his hips suddenly stopping their brutal pace just so he can roll them instead. That had you gasping, drool spilling from your hung lips as you look up at him with a gaze that's already beyond fucked out. “S’real deep baby, s’good though yea?” 
You nod, fresh tears on your lashes. “Only the best for my baby.” He utters, hips switching back and forth between rutting and grinding. He’s convinced you’ve already cum on his cock, the amount of slick bubbling around his shaft and the tightness of your walls are his hints, but he keeps going, needing to fill you up after so long. Despite your cries, he brings his hand back to your clit, his rubs becoming sloppy. He only releases your hand to cup the back of your neck instead, keeping your foreheads pressed together. 
“Eyes on me, lil love.” You do manage to open your teary eyes, meeting his dilated pupils. “Good, good girl.” His body starts to twitch, broad shoulders rippling and his thighs starting to tremble as his own release quickly builds in his gut. “I– fuck. Baby, I love you, pretty–” 
And despite just how dumbed out you were moments before, those words seem to bring some clarity to your eyes. Your fingers tangle into his sweaty hair, gripping it at the roots for your sanity. The pleasant little laugh you let out and breathe against his lips makes his heart jump against his ribcage. 
“I love y-you Ken, love you so much, Kenny–” 
His climax hits him hard, the full-body chill he experiences making goosebumps rise along his spine as he fills you up. The feeling of his warm, thick cum is enough to have you coming undone right along with him, the sensation being yet another new one when liquid seems to gush past your little hole. It makes Draken’s balls tighten up instantly, the warm splash of your arousal onto his fingers that still gently coax pleasure out of your clit. And he can’t help but grin, a boyish grin that quickly turns into a grunt. “Fuck, fuckin squirtin on me, how cute.” 
He doesn’t pull out, he can’t. He needs to be close to you, keep your limp body tucked carefully underneath him. You’re too far in to even notice the mess, your whines and whimpers dwindling down into soft breaths as he turns to his side, keeping you in his chest. His cock slowly softens in your walls, and even then, Draken’s keeps you glued to him as you both come down, tremors and pants still coming over both of you. 
“Sweetheart.” He murmurs, face nuzzling up against your temple. When he gets a whine in return he holds you closer, careful to ease your face away from his chest so he can cover your tear-streaked face in kisses. “You’re okay, my baby…” 
Draken is usually more responsible than this. Then to let you two doze off without a proper clean-up. But feeling your soft heartbeat against his, your fingers still lost in his hair, your lips pressed right up into the crook of his neck and puffing soft air, he just couldn't bring himself to let go. He didn’t want to let go now, or ever. Keeping you here, wrapped in his embrace, he was certain that you’d be there tomorrow morning too, with that beautiful smile he had fallen stupidly, hopelessly, in love with. 
Fuck it. He was taking on the little sister fucker title with pride. 
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“Kenny, your hand is sweaty.” You murmur, trying to hold back your laughter when he shoots you a glare, pulling his hand away from you and dramatically rubbing it along his jeans. 
“Fine, just won’t hold your hand, brat” He grumbles, and that sets you over, wrapping your arms around him mid-walk to press small kisses along his collar bones. 
Draken hadn’t felt this nervous ever, in his entire life (this was a lie, he’s just dramatic as ever). The two of you were only steps away from your place, the same place you and Takemichi lived in together. Everyone was there, the entire found family, and you two were now official…
He was getting flashbacks of the group chat, his friend's ruthless behaviour, the way Takemichi hadn’t talked to him for one whole week, and the sweet satisfaction Baji got when he got one free punch to his jaw for Takemichi’s sake. 
“Maybe we can tell them next week, or over a call. Whattya think lil love,” Draken murmured, his face hiding in your hairline. Your sweet laughter sent that familiar warmth through his chest, and one good tug on his hand had him reluctantly walking back towards the house. “You’ll be fine.” You say with a smile, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand. “We’re gonna do it together.” 
When you hopped up onto the front step, Draken’s eyes trailed down to the sweet dangling sound that was the anklet looped around your ankle. The gold one, with his initials, right where it belonged. The sight had him calming a little, brows furrowed in the way they usually did when he became focused. “Right, together.” 
“Michi-nii!” You call out once the two of you enter the house, the sound of music and chatter already filling the front entrance. Draken holds your hand a little tighter as if he had been entering a place he’d never been before. 
“Living room!” Takemichi calls out, surrounded by founding members of toman, each huddled around the kotatsu table that was covered in snacks, beers, and cards. Oddly enough the chatter died down as Takemichi was dealing out for another round, a laugh leaving his lips. 
“You guys gonna take this round seriously–” It was Mikey’s elbow into his ribs that silenced him, a little puff escaping his lungs. He was about to complain when his eyes were brought to what everyone seemed to be staring at. 
And that was you, beaming smile and all, with your hand held tightly by Draken’s, who couldn't seem to make eye contact with anyone. 
“Hi Michi~ Hi everyone! What are ya–” 
“Finally.” Mitsuya was the first to mutter, leaning back further into his spot on the couch. “Chifuyu, you owe me 20 bucks, told you they’d come out today.” 
“No fair!” Chifuyu blurted out, grumbling when he reluctantly pulled bills from his pocket. Pah and Peh were the first to start laughing, clinking their beers together.” 
“Wait, you knew? How?” Mikey questioned Mitsuya, who triumphantly took the money from Chifuyu with a laugh of his own. Kazutora was even starting to crack up, hiding his smirk behind his beer. 
And despite all the commotion, Takemichi sat dumbfounded, eyes glued to yours and Draken’s intertwined hands. When he did finally speak, it only made the group that much rowdier. 
“Well, what the fuck is this–” 
“Time for another punch,” Baji said with that signature grin of his, basically hoping from his spot on the couch. 
“Wait wait!” You said, your pout only stirring the pot further. “No one is punching anyone! We’re–”
“We are dating,” Draken said, eyes a bit narrowed as he spoke. “We’re dating, Takemichi, I wanna date your sister, and I’m gonna.” 
There was another round of silence in the room, but it didn’t last, not when Pah mumbled under his breath. 
“Classic sister fucker–”
“Well, you could have at least asked first?!” Takemichi was dramatic as ever, tears swelling up in his eyes at the thought of his precious little sister being tarnished by the big, mean, scary man that was Draken. He let go of your hand then, being just as dramatic as Takemichi if not more so “I did ask, I just asked in front of everyone.” 
“But you’re already dating, have been a while no…?” Classic Mitsuya, stirring the pot and making everyone act up yet again. 
“Now why would you say that you ass–”
“C’mon Michi, I’ll punch him again for you, one good punch like last time–” Baji was punching at the air for emphasis. 
“Sister fucker behaviour,” Peh said with a shake of his head, only making Pah laugh harder. 
And amidst the bickering and nonsense that always seemed to break out between the boys, you took a seat next to Mikey, taking the Taiyaki he had to offer you with a little huff. He noticed the anklet, observant as ever as you rolled your eyes when Takemichi actually started crying, something about you losing your innocence. 
“He’ll treat you right.” You looked at Mikey, who spared you a small smile and a pat on the head. “Draken–”
“I know!” You responded happily, eyeing him as he held Baji back, the nerves he was feeling earlier long gone. You took a bite of the Taiyaki and giggled. 
“I can’t wait to be with him, forever!”
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gratitude — leon kennedy
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wc: 3.6k
content: sub!leon x fem!reader, sugar baby leon, mommy kink, orgasm control, pegging, hickies mentioned. leon is 21 reader is ‘slightly older’.
warnings: mentions but not depictions of financial abuse, dubcon, and prostitution (seen in a negative light; we support sex workers here)
this is a birthday gift to angel! @angelofwoe go give her some love :)
5. 4. 3. 2. 1…
incoming call from ‘leon ken(nedy)’
accept or decline?
you look over at your phone while you’re waiting at a red light, driving home from work. you smile, like clockwork, leon calls you at exactly 5 pm each day, and most of the time, you’re coming home. to him. the thought still makes your heart jump a little bit. leon is waiting at home, your home, and now his home too, for you.
he’s waiting for you.
god, your stomach does somersaults. he’s perfect.
you answer the call, clicking it on and waiting for it to connect the two of you, “hello?”
“hey!” he says, and you missed his voice. you smile softly at his enthusiasm, “what should i get and/or make for dinner? don’t know if you trust me to cook in your kitchen unsupervised yet…”
“i would let you,” you say, looking out the window, “though maybe i’d stop by a cafe for dinner on my way home.”
“hey, c’mon now!” he tries to defend himself, but he laughs, god you’re obsessed with that sound, “okay, okay, fair. i get it. really, though, what’ll it be?”
you think for a second, and you realize that leon doesn’t really ever get a choice, he just goes along with whatever you want, “hmm… why don’t you pick, baby?”
he goes silent for a second, “you sure?” and when you make a sound of approval, even though he gave you a chance to back out, he sighs, “fine. don’t say i didn’t warn you when we’re eating chicken nuggets tonight.”
“wow, what fine cuisine, leon,” you smile.
“wow, what fine cuisine, leon,” he smiles at the sound of your teasing voice. he can’t help liking you. i mean, how is he supposed to not like you? not only do you take care of him, buy him nice things, but you’re also so fucking pretty? what the hell?
“anyway, i’ll see you soon, baby. miss me a little bit, but not too much, okay?” you tell him, breaking him out of the daze that is listening to you talk. he feels bad that he wasn’t really paying attention to what you were saying.
“y-yeah. i’ll see you at home,” he stutters, quickly hanging up, clutching his phone to his chest. home. your… home. god, this was bad. he was going to go insane one of these days if you didn’t stop being so goddamn perfect.
leon had this preconception forever ago that sugar daddies and mommies and whatever the hell else were always old, decrepit people who gave you money for basically doing your best not to gag when you see them naked. people you take advantage of, who you give your body to in exchange for being able to afford anything. it’s an exchange, sex for money (no, sex for power). which would make him a… prostitute? he doesn’t know. he doesn’t want to know.
but god, you are so much more than that, practically his dream woman. sure, you’re a little older than him, but it’s not like girls his age are soft and sweet with him like you are. they expect so much, they expect him to be the perfect boyfriend 24/7. he could do it, sure, but it would be an act. a desperate act of manipulation for him to get what he wants.
what does he want? well, that’s the tricky part. he tries not to let on too much how intensely this one thing affects him, even with you. it would be too much power to let you have over him, and you already have way too much.
truthfully, you… leon doesn’t like to think about it, but you could take advantage of him if you really wanted to. he’s so used to such an easy lifestyle, he can’t go back to struggling and barely paying his bills. you really could use him for the one and only thing he has to give you whenever you please, and it’s not even that he can’t stop you, because he knows he’s stronger than you, but he knows you could dangle your financial control over his head and he would be at your feet, on his knees in an instant.
he doesn’t know why he even bothers to think about it. he knows you’re not like that. hell, he looks at you with half decent puppy eyes and you’re sending him more money just because he looks cuter than usual today. if anyone is the master manipulator here, it’s him, not you. you have only pure intentions, and leon appreciates that even if he can never 100% trust it.
leon is a weird sugar baby. he doesn’t ask for things, he doesn’t use up all of his allowance, he doesn’t beg you for every shiny thing that catches his eye. he’s simple, not demanding, not exhausting you of every last penny in your account.
not that you would… really care? leon could do anything, absolutely anything, and you’d forgive him. he doesn’t need your forgiveness, not for the sassy little jokes he makes, not for the way he awkwardly says the wrong thing at the wrong time in conversation. leon was easy to forgive. easy to adore.
but, that's off topic. you try not to think about how lovable the pretty thing was. too easily you could get lost in him, never make it out alive.
he’s not demanding, he just uses your money to pay for his rent and take care of himself, his bills, his utilities and groceries, stuff like that. or well he used to use the money to pay for his rent, but now that he’s moved in with you, he doesn’t even have that expense anymore. he might treat himself and buy himself a little something small he normally couldn’t afford. the rest he’ll save.
can you blame the guy for being so cheap? he finished the police academy, but the job he had lined up fell through. so what is he supposed to do? work a minimum wage job? serve tables until he dies or his body gives out on him? sue him for wanting better for himself.
and so… he met you. he had no intention of using you.. at first. but even now he feels bad. he truly can’t get on board with being a sugar baby, he feels like he’s extorting you. you have to tell him each and every time his bank account number skyrockets that you will always have enough to continue your lifestyle, what's the point of just having the rest of it sitting around when you could be giving it to a pretty little thing like him?
still.. sometimes leon feels awful. can’t help it no matter what you tell him.
he just can’t really afford to say no to the money, because now he has all of his debt paid off and an emergency fund and a savings account for fun trips to take you on and another one for expensive gifts to buy you as a small, tiny, miniscule thank you. it’s only one part of how he really shows his gratitude. you’ve given him a better life than he could ever give himself, and he will never forget that.
how else does he show his gratitude?
you make it home, and immediately see the containers of chicken nuggets on the kitchen counter. you chuckle, again, endeared by leon’s choice of cuisine. it was what he wanted, after all, and you always let him have whatever he wanted. it’s so representative of him. they’re inexpensive, perfect for someone so frugal like him. they’re a comfort food, easy on the stomach, they’re delicious, and that’s probably all of the comparisons you could make between chicken nuggets and leon kennedy before you burst out laughing in delirium.
“oh thank god you’re home…” he says softly, reaching to grab your bag and your coat to put up so you can sit down, “i’m so glad you’re back, you must have worked so hard today.”
you lean in to press a quick kiss to his lips before doing so, and he’s immediately left dazed after just one little half-a-second long kiss. his eyes follow you as you collapse on the couch, “yeah, it was a long one. just glad to be back with you, baby.”
his heart aches for you as you sink into the couch, exhaustion present in your entire demeanor, seeping off of you through the cracks in your composure.
he knows what’ll make you feel better. or at least… he hopes he does. if you’re not in the mood, he’ll just laugh awkwardly and try to play it off.
he takes a deep breath in, bracing himself for the awkwardness that always comes with saying this word, “…mommy,” he whispers, and he immediately has all of your attention, suddenly all that exhaustion in your soul is replaced by an intensity that he can’t quite understand.
one word… and you’re already losing your composure? he didn’t know he was that good.
“baby…” you coo back to him, almost warning him. as if you’re saying, if you start this, you better be ready to see it through.
“wanna help you… feel better, mommy…” he says, his fingertips brushing against your thigh. fucking tease.
you always look at him like he puts the stars in the sky, but now? you’re looking at him like you want him seeing stars.
“you sure?”
“positive,” he mumbles.
again, this is all he has to give you. his love, his soul, his… body. he doesn’t want this to be transactional, sexual submission for money. he’s not a prostitute, but he genuinely has nothing else that even comes close to the value of gifts and money and just fucking everything you’ve given him.
you don’t ask for sex too often, even when he knows you’re horny. you’re so obvious but so understanding that your kinks and preferences are a little foreign to him. in his defense, he’s had one girlfriend right before he met you and she was the most vanilla person in the goddamn world. genuinely he could have switched positions on her and she would have thought it was too much.
“take me what you want from me, mommy,” he whispers, and yet for someone so inexperienced, he does it so well.
so well that you can’t help pouncing on him, pinning him underneath you. he feels your gentle yet firm grip on his wrists, the way your hair falls in front of your face as you hover on top of him, and he just has the softest urge to tuck it behind your ear. he can’t, but he wishes he could.
he doesn't get the chance to think about it much when your lips find his neck and he is immediately melted by their softness, their gentleness that makes him want to just break down and sob. he just wants to be treated softly, just wants to be held down and kissed like you’re doing right now.
“please,” he breathes, ironic because all you do is steal his breath away. your lips touch just over his subtle adam’s apple as you switch sides, pressing kisses into his neck, collarbone, and shoulder. he kind of wants you to bite down, leave red and purple aching bruises covering his neck, make him shudder and tremble with every love bite.
he knows you won’t.
“i don’t damage what’s mine,” you’d said once, and it left him dizzy. so casually asserting your ownership over him like that had his cock twitching in his pants. you very quickly learned to take advantage of his affection towards your possessiveness. you have to be subtle and you can’t do it too much, but every once and a while, you take your opportunity. you make your small little comments, you add ‘my’ in front of a pet name, you eye him like a piece of meat (intentionally being obvious so he’ll notice), etc.
your possessiveness is even better if it’s sort of objectifying. he might just like it more.
he wishes he could touch you, but what would it even be for? if you wanted him to make you feel good, you’d have shoved his face between your legs, tangled your fingers in his blonde hair, moaned as he ate your pussy while looking up at you with those pretty blue eyes, so full of an emotion you wanted to study in detail. it couldn’t be love, there’s no way. you settle for something else, even if it’s less satisfying.
devotion.
and even with your cock buried deep, deep inside of him, stretching him open and filling him up entirely, he’s still got that same glimmer of devotion in his eyes, but that’s irrelevant.
it’s irrelevant because he’s a desperate mess of a man right now and it’s all you should be concerned with, “mommy, fuck, please, i—”
“say you belong to me, pretty boy,” you groan in his ear, his body shivering and trembling at the pleasure that’s about to hit him. he’s gotta wait for your permission, though.
“yours, yours, fuck, all yours, my fucking body belongs to you, you can- you can use it whenever you want, however you want, for however long. it doesn't matter,” he cries,’s his voice raspy, he trying to keep himself together and he’s failing miserably, “fuck, fuck, god, and i- my body… i owe you my body as a thank you for- oh, f-fuck!- for your m-money, i- it’s all i can give you that’s worth anything-.”
“…yeah? you owe me?” you smirk, pressing your hand against his lower stomach, feeling the bulge your cock inside him. it drives you insane. he’s babbling about something you don’t care to listen to. something about being indebted to you, that sex is him paying you back for how perfect you are. you don’t listen. it’ll just make you sad.
“gonna give me what i want, right? because you owe me,” you say. sure, you felt bad, but you never said you were pure good. you’re entitled to leon and everything he could possibly give you, aren’t you?
he tries to speak, but your cock always makes him as stupid as can be. he tries, oh he tries, to respond, to say yes, i’ll give you everything, i’m all yours to claim and keep forever, but the sounds come out as jumbled moans out of the back of his throat. he gives up trying to talk, clearly that’s beyond him now, and communicates his feelings by holding your waist gently, his fingertips pressing against your skin.
he moans out absolutely pathetically as you thrust in and out of him, keeping him held down with your hands pushing down on his shoulders. his body contorts to your will, his soul too. you could do anything to him and get away with it, with him in this beautiful headspace.
he’s gorgeous like this, and you take a moment to admire him. glassy, distant , tear filled eyes, sweaty blonde hair, skin little with small marks of whatever lip product you use. god, he’s nothing less than fucking perfect.
if only you both didn’t have responsibilities in your everyday lives because the only thing that could make him prettier is if he was like this every single day, fucked out of his mind, desperate, stupid from the pleasure of your cock pushing firmly against his prostate.
“gonna cum, baby?” you ask maliciously, knowing he didn’t have enough of his mind working to even register the question, “gonna give yourself over to mommy? live in her home, let her keep you as a pet? couldn’t leave her even if you wanted to, and you definitely don’t.”
he looks for an out as his eyes shift up at the ceiling, still somehow finding it in himself to be shy.
“look at me,” you growl, one hand moving to his face to cup his cheek, fingertips brushing against his jaw. he obeys, making weak eye contact, blinking the tears away from his eyes, “ask me for permission to cum.”
cruel? yes, because the most his stupid mind can come up with to say is that pretty name you make him call you, “m-mommy…”
you remember him looking at you confused, almost a little uncomfortable, when you said you liked that name. it definitely tracks, you’re his sugar mommy… and you expect him to call him mommy. not exactly revolutionary, but his hesitancy to do so is what makes these moments truly special. earlier, he said it intentionally, mainly to get your attention and get you riled up, distracted from work and responsibilities.
but now? he truly can’t help it falling past his lips. every time he says it, or more accurately moans it, he feels even more attached to it, attached to you. he’s imagined saying it more casually, in everyday conversation, but he could never get over how humiliating it felt.
you graciously let him call you by name most of the time, something he has been endlessly grateful for.
but in this headspace, leon can’t think of a single other word but mommy.
“c’mon, sweetheart. won’t get any easier to think with mommy’s cock deep inside of you. mommy can wait all night sweetheart, but i’m not sure you can.”
he can’t. he knows he can’t cum because you haven’t given him permission, but he can’t ask permission if you keep saying things that make him dumber and slower. he can hold off his orgasm for a while when he tops, he’s gotten decently good at that, but with your cock filling him up like this? he would be lucky if he lasted another minute.
“fuck- ah, mommy… m-mommy, plea…. please…” he breathes heavily, trying so damn hard, it melts your heart how badly he’s trying for you.
“please what, baby? you know i’ll say yes, just ask mommy what you want.”
wet cheeks and trembling lips from him make your heart ache for him. you’d give him anything.
“c-cum, mommy?…. c-can i…?”
you nod, biting your lip, almost more excited than he is to watch him fall apart, “mhm, ‘course, baby… let go for mommy, i got you… here…” you say, taking a hold of his cock to jerk him off through his orgasm to get everything you can from him, milk him for all he’s worth. his body tries to give you everything it can.
his eyes shut tightly as he gives you the loudest moan probably… ever? you’ve never heard him cry out like that, and you wish you could have recorded it to go back and hear it again. his voice breaks, and he takes a sharp breath in, holding it as his muscles tense and spasm until he’s left achy and exhausted and filled to the brim with pleasure.
“awhh…. so cute, baby…” you mumble, “c’mon, give me all of it, don’t make me make you cum again. if it’s anything like the first, you might just pass out, sweet boy.”
“ah… oh, oh my god,” he breathes heavily, twitching, “mommy… mommy, i- mommy, please… please, mommy,” he can’t stop thinking about it. mommy is all he can think about like this.
he cries, literally. the kind where you can’t help sobbing and sniffing and you curl in on yourself in a desperate attempt to self soothe. you half expected it; leon usually cries after more intense sex. he doesn’t know why, but usually he’s embarrassed of it and tries to hide it. he must just be too far gone right now to care.
you pull out, earning a desperate whine that makes you want to rail it back into him, balls deep, watch him squeeze his eyes shut tightly and him scream in pleasure, but you restrain yourself. he's crying right now. even though he would technically consent, he wouldn’t really want it.
you take 30 seconds to clean both of you off, and those 30 seconds are tortuous to him, even if you’re praising him the whole time.
that’s it. his greatest weakness. praise.
no, your praise.
to be told he’s good, to be told he did a good job, to be told you’re proud of him. he sobs as he soaks in your praise like a sponge. he wants to listen to your sweet words every single day for the rest of his life. you whisper to him how he’s perfect, everything about him is, how you adore him, wanna give him everything so he’ll stay with you forever, etc.
in his defense, he has absolutely zero control over what he’s saying right now, but he looks up at you, with tear-filled, red eyes, his bottom lip trembling just slightly, “you don’t have to give me stuff… i’m always gonna be yours.”
and it hits a nerve you haven’t felt in a long time. maybe it’s the subspace he’s in, or maybe you’re reading the situation wrong, so you don’t push it, but something inside your heart feels… off.
to put it bluntly, he shouldn’t be yours. he should find someone he could really love to spend his days with. there’s no reason for leon to stay with you if you stopped giving him money, paying his bills, and taking care of him. at least, there shouldn’t be?
oh, unless…
a couple hours later, you’re sitting at the kitchen counter with him, eating cold chicken nuggets and giggling about whatever you were watching on tv. leon looks at you a little differently than usual right now, his eyes softer, fonder than you’re used to. his eyes carefully track your more animated hand movements as you passionately explain something about this show. he has no idea what you’re talking about; he just likes hearing you speak.
he kisses the corner of your lip when you jokingly ask if you have anything on your face, which turns into a full kiss that leaves him a little breathless, that feeling of excitement and nerves returning in his stomach.
yeah, he thinks to himself, pure, unadulterated beauty.
as you kiss, he pulls back to look into your eyes, looking at you as if you held up each individual constellation for him, with a godly reverence that would almost turn you on if the moment wasn’t weirdly romantic.
“baby…?” your voice sounds shaky and unsure, and he doesn’t miss your lack of composure.
maybe that was a good thing. a sign.
he chuckles, “nothing, mommy… nothing at all.”
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peace-for-levi · 1 year ago
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Masterlist
just thinking about Nanami being so patient with you when you’re learning how to drive??? like he’d take you out as often as possible to practice manoeuvres with you (like reversing around a corner, or three-point turns, etc.) no sassiness, no berating when you make silly mistakes. but also being there for you constantly and reassuring you that you’re not going to hurt him or anyone else when you’re behind the wheel like UGH
he’s just the best SO. i love him sm fuck you gege !!!!! so i got to writing. not my best work considering i pumped this out within 15 mins but it is meant to be a drabble more than anything
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He’s standing outside the test centre, waiting for you to come out. He’s holding a bouquet, hiding it behind. He doesn’t care about the result, the flowers are for the fact that you tried your best. Shades of amber and rose shine through the cirrus clouds, and he sincerely hopes this joyous and beautiful evening will be reflective of your mood in a few minutes. Though he tells himself he doesn’t care if you pass or not, he already knows you have. He was following you a few cars back, trying to not distract you but also observing you from afar.
Just a few nights ago, he suggested you two go out for a drive and see how you got on. Would you remember everything? Unfortunately, you panicked after a few mistakes that you couldn;t let go of, and after an hour of driving, you had to pull in.
A hand snaked towards your thigh, resting there. You were shaking and breathing heavily. Your fingers spread and you were pulling at the fat of your cheeks in dread; in terror. You stared down the street, eyes as wide as plates. You were imagining every possible scenario that could have unfolded from every mistake.
He wished he could take this dread away, but he knows that anxiety when learning to drive is perfectly normal. But you were just so, so tired of depending on him for lifts home for work.
But Nanami didn’t mind – in fact, he loved it – driving you home from work. Not when the highschool and your office were so close. It only ever felt like a minor pitstop on the way home.
“Sweetheart, it’s okay. Mistakes happen,” he assures you, with his hand firmly gripping the handbrake.
“Ken, you don’t get it! I can’t make mistakes when driving – not when mistakes can kill someone!”
At the time, he sighed and took over. He drove the two of you home, not knowing how (or if) he could comfort you. Not when you were so wound up over this test. You probably weren’t going to feel calm behind the wheel until you passed your test.
He did say the following: to breathe. And that your anxiety would be your greatest downfall during a driving test.
So now, he just had to play the dreaded waiting game. He even let Yaga and Gojo know that he was leaving work early, just to be sure he could meet you in time.
Flowers in hand, he checks his watch. He hears the door open from the centre and he is walking over slowly. Your figure emerges slowly, and he can practically see the rain cloud hanging over your head. You stop momentarily, seeing the not-so-subtle bouquet. He takes you into his arms faster than you register. He leans down and presses his lips to your forehead, followed by a ruffle to your hair.
“Kento… I, uh… I–”
“Shh. Darling, don’t give me that look… Just know that I am happy you even attempted the test in the first place.” He pulls back and notices that you’re smiling. “Oh, for god’s sake, you–”
“I’m sad because I look horrendous in my licence! My full licence, not just learner!” You cheered. You excitedly spun around, flashing the piece of plastic before leaping back into his arms. “Thank you for your patience, Kento.”
He hugged you tighter, a warm smile spreading over his lips. Delighted your anxiety didn’t get in the way, delighted you remembered to breathe and simply happy that you took this leap of faith and did your best.
He took a peek down at your licence and smiled fondly. “If it makes you sad, can you ask to retake it? But for what it’s worth, I think you look nice in it.”
You elbowed him in the side. “Charmer,” you said with a grin.
“Guilty as charged.”
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i have horrible driving anxiety, and my test is in six weeks. this drabble/word vomit is me projecting and wanting nanami to hold me afterwards LOL help me i need to be sedated
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yandereorg · 16 days ago
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The tortured poets department
Yandere writing prompts inspired by The Tortured Poets Department, some songs I didn’t do out of it being repetitive or i just couldn’t make it work.
Feel free to request any and add your own input, I got very tired towards the end<3
Fortnight-
Imagining a past future with a brief lover, full of the sweetest delusions fueling the foulest jealousies
Quotes “And for a fortnight there, we were forever”, “I took the miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary”, “Your wife waters flowers, I wanna kill her” and “And I love you, it's ruining my life”
The Tortured Poets Department
Reading too much into them, obsessed even though they’re hurting themselves and you, wanting so desperately to save someone who doesn’t want to be saved
Quotes “I chose this cyclone with you”, “Who else decodes you?”, “But you're in self-sabotage mode, Throwing spikes down on the road”,and At dinner, you take my ring off my middle finger, And put it on the one people put wedding rings on, And that's the closest I've come to my heart exploding”
My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys
(Original & final lyrics)
Finally leaving only to be drawn back in, you’re their favourite after all
Quotes, “He was my best friend and that was the worst part.", “I felt more then, in brief moments, Than with all the Kens”, “I'm queen of the kingdoms he destroys, oh, oh”, and “The voices in his head, Ring out louder than our midnight sighs”
Down Bad
The character picking up the pieces after you ruin them, they won’t let you leave them safe and stranded
Quotes, “So fuck you if I can't have us”, “wakin' up in blood”, “For a moment, I was heavenstruck”, “How dare you think it's romantic, Leaving me safe and stranded”
So Long, London
A lover so lost in their melancholy they virtually forget about you, or do they?
Quotes, “And you say I abandoned the ship, But I was going down with it”, “I died on the altar waiting for the proof, You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days”, “I'm just mad as hell cause I loved this place”, and “Stitches undone, Two graves, one gun”
But Daddy I Love Him
When everyone says no you just want it more, a love that’s fast, so bright it’s blinding and based in tragedy you just can’t see it yet.
Quotes, “I'm telling him to floor it through the fences, No, I'm not coming to my senses, I know he's crazy but he's the one I want”, “He was chaos, he was revelry, Bedroom eyes like a remedy”, “The saboteurs protested too much”’ and “It's mine alone to disgrace”
Fresh Out the Slammer
Pretty baby their running home to you, a past causal flame returns looking for sunshine, you’re own addicted brand of sunshine.
Quotes, “Camera flashes, welcome bashes”, “As I said in my letters, now that I know better, I will never lose my baby again”, “children's swings, Wearing imaginary rings” and “And no matter what I've done, it wouldn't matter anyway”
Florida!!!
You take yourself everywhere you go, and somebody else. Is that why your problems seem inescapable?
Quotes, “And this city reeks of driving myself crazy”, “The hurricane with my name”, and “Tell me I'm despicable, say it's unforgivable”
Guilty as Sin?
Love potions, so desperate for attention you’ll fall into the arms of whoever’s nearby
Quotes, “What if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh, Only in my mind?”, “fatal fantasies” and “How I long for our trysts, Without ever touching his skin”
Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?
Betting on their feelings might just be the end of your life, well end of a free one anyway
Quotes, “At all costs, keep your good name”, “I was tame, I was gentle 'til the circus life made me mean,” “That I'm fearsome and I'm wretched and I'm wrong” and “I am what I am 'cause you trained me”
imgonnagetyouback
They know you can’t resist, they made sure of it
Quotes, You knew the price goin' in, “hear the whispers in your eyes”, “You'll find that you were never not mine”, “Even if it's handcuffed, I'm leaving here with you”, and “Pick your poison, babe, I'm poison either way”
The Albatross
You misread the signs and the messages, fate was trying to correct course but you just kept fighting.
Quotes, “Shooting the messengers”, “One bad seed kills the garden”, “But I'd visit in your dreams” and “The devil that you know, Looks now more like an angel”
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dr4kenlvr · 2 years ago
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𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝'𝐲𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠?
chifuyu matsuno, baji keisuke, mikey sano, mitsuya takashi x gn!reader - fluff (0.9k+)
request: hey nana!! may i request how chifuyu, baji, mikey, and mitsuya would react to you getting a nose piercing? a ring or stud, doesn't matter :) thank u sm!!
warnings: mild descriptions of needles, pain (??) and poorly researched piercing healing processes (don’t listen to me guys i googled it all)
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CHIFUYU; nostril stud
“how d’ya like my piercing baby?” you chime out, grinning happily at your phone where chifuyu’s face is absolutely BAFFLED at the stud in your skin
you face timed him out of the blue, but of course he picked up (chifuyu would pick up a call from you even if he was in the middle of getting his ass kicked LMAO)
“BABY—! STOP, IT LOOKS SO FUCKING GOOD.”
chifuyu bites down on his knuckles to stop the grin from exploding on his face — he can’t help it, you look too good !!!
he’s totally enamoured by the jewel, and by how something so small and simple could enhance your looks tenfold
“you think? it’s still a bit swollen—”
“—nuh uh, couldn’t even tell.”
is scared to touch it when you two meet in person; “is it still swollen?”
“no.”
“but what if i hurt you?”
“you won’t, it’s completely healed.”
his finger hovers over the stud, before booping it slightly—“GAH, oh. it’s healed.”
it’s his new way of greeting you now; wave, kiss, boop on the stud
flaunts you to his friends because he thinks you’re fucking cool for withstanding the pain of the procedure and recovery process
“my baby is stronger than all of you, combined.”
“chifuyu, please. that’s a stretch.”
lowkey thinks he’ll cry if he ever got a piercing LMAOOOO
BAJI; bridge
eyes wide, jaw dropped, palms sweaty, his long ass hair ALL FELL OUT
“BABE WHAT THE FUCK YOU LOOK SO HOT???!!!!”
pounces on you when he sees the unfamiliar pieces of metal on the bridge of your nose
“OH MY GOD LET ME TAKE PICTURES, WAIT.”
god he is so excited, you’re just sitting there grinning your ass off as he scurries to find his phone and literally crawls back onto his bed to snap photos of you from all angles possible
it’s quite endearing really, he’s just acting extremely ballistic but whatever it’s keisuke LMAO
“i’m never gonna get over this, my baby has a fucking nose piercing before me.”
he definitely has a pinterest folder named “tats and piercings 4 me” and it’s filled with photos of possible tattoos and piercing placements he wants
(his mom won’t let him)
when he calms down though, baji feels like he’s falling in love all over again with you
places a gentle kiss on each bead, and smiles oh so widely when he remembers you’re really his
he totally wants to accompany you on when you get your next piercing
is so fascinated with the whole process but when it comes to the needle going through your skin he actually looks away
“god, you’d think i’d be better at that.” LMAOOO oh baji <3
MIKEY; septum
despite being the leader of one of tokyo’s most strongest gangs—our mikey over here came not fathom the pain of a piercing
tears up at the thought of it actually
“YOUR NOSE!!!! OH MY GOD, Y/N.”
don’t get him wrong, he is so in love with you for this
he thinks the ring completely elevates your natural looks
the sparkle in his eyes was so cute—he looked at you like you were the brightest star in the universe
immediately took a photo of you and him and set it as his lock screen too
takes it in his liberty to tell the others before you do, or before they get to notice it themselves
“KEN-CHINNNNNNNNNN!!!! Y/N GOT A SEPTUM!!!!”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP MIKEY. hey y/n—oh shit, you look fucking badass!”
LMAOOO u and draken can’t stand mikey
mikey does this thing where he likes to flick the septum back and forth
it’s goddamn annoying but he’s so cute all
“heheh look it’s like a swing!” he says, as he plays around with the ring between your nostrils
“MIKEY THAT TICKLES PLEASE.”
i don’t think he’d be the person to want a piercing, maybe something really small like on his ears but other than that, piercings are a bit out of his league 
doesn’t stop him from following you like a puppy on your next piercing appointment
he wipes your tear ducts for you <3
MITSUYA; side ring
AHHHHH mitsuya thinks you look SOOOO good
is quite obsessed with your side ring, and is instantly struck with the idea to get a matching one with you
eh? eh? he’s got matching tats with draken, so the prospect of matching piercings with the love of his life?
YES PLEASE
you head over to the studio with him, and he so giddy it’s so cute seeing mitsuya like this
goes through the process like a fucking CHAMP - barely even noticed the needle going in and out of his nose until the piercer said he’s good to go
(i love writing mitsuya as a goat HAHAHAHA)
“takashi! it’s all done!” you cheer, “we have matching piercings now!”
he grins that cute ass grin of his, happy that he went through with the idea (not that it took a lot of convincing himself)
you guys make sure that you both watch over the healing processes of your rings
he texts to remind you to clean it with saline solution, and you make sure that he doesn’t fiddle around with the ring as to not irritate the skin
y'all just looking out for one another it’s really cute
his sisters are so curious on how there’s a piece of metal stuck in your guys’ nose LMAO so so cute
“mana! brother taka has a ring in his nose!”
“what?! ah! y/n has one, too!”
they’re also really careful to not touch it as it continues to heal—too scared to hurt you and their big brother <3
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t0ast-ghost · 8 months ago
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Watching Star Trek TOS for the first time, and here are my thoughts on episode three (Charlie “X”)! (I didn’t do episode two cause I just wanted to watch it but I love Bones)
- so far I really like the kid
- Kirk shut up, let Charlie talk
- oh no he’s frightened by the door :(((
- girls do not look THAT different, getting some bad vibes from you Charlie
- BONES!!! (Why does he stand like that, it’s so curved)
- “I want people to like me” oh god they gave this boy anxiety
- He’s learning about the patriarchy, like Ken
- Kirk making Bones tell Charlie about puberty, he looked so defeated
- SPOCKS EYESHADOW!!!
- Charlie gets a Kirk assigned father, it’s not Kirk himself but he did assign Bones to do it, can’t you see the man is tired Jim?!?
- why is she being mean to Spock in verses? Nvm this is fun and he’s enjoying her singing
- HE SLAPPED KIRKS BUTT WHAT
- “there’s no right way to hit a woman.. you know man to man.. uhh… you understand, Charlie?” That was the worst way to try and explain anything, Kirk
- “I put meatloaf in the ovens, now there’s turkeys, real turkeys” then Charlie’s little laugh
- aww they’re playing chess together, normal husband activities
- “you smell like a girl” “I feel hungry… all over” back the fuck up Charlie
- stop trying to get Bones to explain stuff to him, Kirk
- this episode is just so icky, one issue is that they can’t just have an adult conversation and they can’t explain anything properly to him, they’re just telling him no and that he’s wrong. It’s a good example of how concealing information doesn’t allow people to find their own morals but instead creates a bunch of rules which can be easily broken if the person doesn’t believe in them because they don’t understand the logic behind them. (Not saying that the boundaries they’re setting for him are wrong, he just can’t understand them because they’re not explaining shit)
- SHUT UP SAM HE’S TRYING- oops Sam’s gone
- damn that German expressionist lighting tho, like something out of metropolis
- I FUCKIN DARE YOU KIRK, PICK HIM UP SEE WHAT HAPPENS
- okay Kirk saying it’s his choice is good cause at least he’s teaching him that these things he does are his own actions
- “short tempered, because he doesn’t understand” cause you won’t explain shit without mind games and metaphors
- Spock and Bones DO NOT want to get involved
- when Charlie’s explaining what he did to the Antares Bones looks absolutely terrified (Bones sitting like that on the table is… I have many thoughts)
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- OH NO UHURA!
- Don’t you dare call Spock Mr. Ears
- “Teenager with supernatural abilities realizes his full potential and decides to use it for evil NOT CLICKBAIT”
- Why would you do that, why would you turn her into an iguana
- GET HIM!!! Wait no! Janice!
- “I love you” “you don’t know what that means” good for her, fuck you Charlie
- He gave Kirk period pain
- “cause you need me to run the ship, and I need him” Spirk? It’s more likely than you think
- this slide from Bones
- “I don’t think you can handle anymore, you’ve reached your limit” Spock and Bones start fucking shit up immediately for Kirk
- Kirk was so ready to punch a bitch
- nice fucking try Charlie- oh Kirk is defending him- nvm he still gets yoinked
- imagine if Charlie becomes Q lol (is that a thing? Are they related?)
- well that’s done now… where’s Scotty, Sulu, and Checkov? (Sulu appeared shirtless in the credits as I wrote that)
Thanks for sticking around again :)
Here’s a link to the first ramble
And all the other rambles
Below the cut is some thoughts I had on the second episode
Some thoughts on episode 2 (The Man Trap):
- it was kinda funny seeing Jim be like “she’s old as fuck, just like Bones”
- I didn’t realize that was where “he’s dead, Jim” came from and my dad quotes it all the time
- it was interesting that even the creature referred to themselves as an animal
- McCoy in the ending where he really didn’t want to kill somebody he loved even if they were just the image
- would not want to be the person to explain what happened to her to Bones
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starstruck-flames · 1 year ago
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Please can we go see the Barbie movie?? - Villains headcanons (+ Hawks)
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Dabi:
“What the fuck- why?!” “Because I want to.”
He thinks on it for a few days, he probably doesn’t want to go but… you want to, and it’s not a luxury you often have.
“I’m not wearing fucking pink.” “Okay but I am.” “Whatever. …Make sure it at least looks hot.”
You’ve got on the 90s flames somewhere on that outfit of yours. Probably showing off a bit of skin too, a nice piece of eyecandy for him while you enjoy your snacks and movie.
…Okay this is very bright.
“Do you guys ever think about death” 100% catches him off guard but he secretly loved that line.
He’s a little invested in the plot.
Mostly in your outfit tho-
He has fun! Even if it’s mostly bugging you while you’re enthralled in the movie.
Favourite character? Sasha.
Shigaraki:
He’s a liiiittle more immediately willing to see the movie. It looks funny and he’s more than willing to use “awe man my PARTNER really wanted to go” as an excuse.
You’re not getting him to match you though.
Okay fine he’ll wear ONE (1) pink accessory. Probably a pin but it’s for you, and he’s a fan of you and making you happy.
You on the other hand went FULL out, full pink, holding the gloved hand of your emo ass partner. “✨ Two tickets to the Barbie movie please! 🥰” while the poor cashier is getting death stares from your man.
It’s very bright and happy huh. Some of the jokes are lost on this man, he’s just enjoying the calmness of being at a cinema with you!
Haha Ken’s pretty funny, what a loser-
Wait.
He glances between Ken and you. Oh god.
Is he Ken?!
Though, that’s more of a paranoid thought. While you’re simply perfect and part of his life, it’s obvious he has much more of a life than just pleasing you.
He can’t help but kiss your hand during the movie, smiling towards you fondly. It’s a rare soft moment, one you don’t understand but this stupid movie and this sticky floored cinema means everything to him right now because it’s a calm with you.
(He loves Allen.)
Twice:
“BARBIE?! FUCK YEAH” “FUCK NO!”
He would be… so into this idea. He’s 100% wearing something pink. Earlier seasons? He can’t wear much due to needing to keep his head covered but he’ll work with the accessories. Later seasons? FULL PINK. Man found the cowboy hat he refuses to not wear the cowboy hat.
Unironically he loves Barbie land. Why can’t he be a sentient doll that never needs to eat or sleep and can have girls night every night?
“Wouldn’t you be a Ken?” “Nah, definitely a Barbie.” He’s your Barbie ❤️
Actively boos at the real world in the movie. Barbie is the only redeeming quality of the real world.
At first the themes of the movie go over his head completely, he’s just here for the shenanigans/snacks.
Halfway through the movie he seems to get a bit more invested. Wait- the Barbie movie has a message?!
Oh it has a message.
He’s 100% bawling at the Barbie movie.
He’s changed his mind, he loves being human and holding your hand and feeling these intense emotions towards the stupid doll movie. He loves this stupid doll movie, he won’t stop crying.
Favourite character? The Mattel board members, especially Will Ferrel’s character.
Toga:
“REALLY?? REALLY WE CAN GO? YEAAHHH BARBIE MOVIE IM STEALING THE CUTEST CLOTHES!!”
You’re perfectly matched. It’s the most coordinated set of outfits of all time.
She’s 100% snuggled into your arm regardless of relationship. She’s always wanted to go to the movies with the people she loves!
Barbie is so pretty…
Though, Toga is particularly interested in Ken and Barbie having this odd dynamic of Ken being interested and Barbie being… not so interested.
She worries that maybe her love for others is eclipsing her personality but…
Toga had learned a lot from the LOV, she’s her own person. Always growing. Being with everyone is just a bonus, a huge one.
She LIVES for all the music. I personally believe she’s a CharlieXCX fan-
Favourite character? Gloria. She’s a good, tired mom. Toga would have loved to have a mom like her!
Hawks:
He’s surprisingly agreeable to the idea of seeing it “once it comes out.”
What the dick doesn’t tell you is that he was invited to the premier, and so are you now.
He’s such a show off. He’d paid for you both to have accurate Barbie and Ken fits. It’s a complete surprise to you as you whisper into his ear that if he ever does this again? You’re stealing his credit card and fleeing the country.
Though, for now? The very fancy popcorn (in its biggest serving size) will be enough for your forgiveness.
Past the awkward encounter of dealing with the *pink* carpet, it’s a pretty regular movie date. You get a good spot, in a mostly empty cinema with plenty of snacks.
He’s not the most into this movie, but he mostly enjoys glancing over to you to see how you’re reacting to it.
That and he bought a big hot dog. Normally he’s not supposed to indulge in lower quality foods but lord, it hits a spot.
Ken’s plight is very funny to him.
He also highly appreciates the props, they just look neat.
Admittedly he’s looking at the Mattel higher ups in the movie, he knows it’s meant to be exaggerated but they remind him of the commission.
After the movie? He’s taking you home to really… really appreciate that barbie outfit he got you.
Favourite character? Weird Barbie. I won’t elaborate.
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lottiecrabie · 2 years ago
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Pfms Matty getting into a fight over girlies honor (maybe someone called her a prude for not putting out for them or smth) and he’s all bloody and she’s just *heart eyes*
no bc they’ve had their secret love affair but it’s ended somewhat terribly and heartbroken. now she’s seeing this guy that’s on paper perfect for her— some popular jock guy with a colgate smile. and matty is fine with that! whatever! if she’s happy with little ken then that’s all good to him!
they’re at the same party and no it Doesn’t hurt to see her nurse some sparkling wine and fade into the background, knowing full well that her first party, her first time getting drunk, her first sip of wine outside of church was with Him. and that when they were together — he uses it in the broadest terms, of course, because they never really were together — she would dance and laugh and chat. she’d thrown her head back with a giggle, snort into her solo cup, maybe even steal a puff or two of his cigarette and blow it in his face cheekily. take his hand and drag him to the upstairs bathroom and kiss his face off. whatever. he doesn’t care.
but he’s watching her and he’s starting to notice that dickhead’s hand around her waist and how he keeps Tugging her into him even when she slides away, keeps pressing his fingers into her ribs. notices the crisp smile she gives to his worshiping crowd gathering around him like he’s some sort of god. the way she flinches.
matty gets closer to them just to see. he waits around even when everyone else has left them alone, suffers through the disgusting wet sounds they make when they kiss. at least he’s safe in the knowledge that she doesn’t moan for that loser like she did for him. from the side glances he torturously allows himself, she barely even touches him except for a perfunctory hand on his shoulder, practically leaning away from him as he crowds her.
then he hears it. ‘i want you’ and ‘baby i need you’ and ‘you look so fucking pretty’. matty gags. but he keeps going ‘it’s painful’ and ‘i can’t wait’ and ‘cmon babe, at least your mouth’. matty sees red. his fingers dig around his beer. she says ‘no, tom. you know i’m not ready yet’. there’s some shitty side of him that’s elated to hear the words— she hasn’t been with anyone since him. isn’t ready for tom, but was so fucking ready to ride matty in his dirty car parked behind the school.
but then that asshole gets mad, like the fucking shit he is. ‘when will you be ready, huh?’ and ‘it’s been forever’ and ‘a guy has needs’ and ‘this is why you don’t date virgins’ and ‘you’re just such a fucking prude’.
matty’s pushing him away from her before he’s even aware he’s moved. ‘don’t fucking talk to her like that,’ he says, which tom obviously snorts at. ‘what’s your fucking problem? this is between us’. matty rises his eyebrows, ‘yeah?’ and punches him.
now, tom is taller and more athletic than matty. but he’s never been in a real fight, and matty doesn’t fight fair. he’s got him down on the floor, groaning in pain. matty stands up from him, his own ribs surely bruises, lip bleeding, a black eye coming on the way.
he turns to her, half in apology for involving himself like this, for being a reckless guy she can’t depend on. for being him. he expects some sort of horror, or anger, or plain disgust. instead, she gives him the same look she used to give him. the one when he knew she was about to find a ridiculous lie no one would ever contest because good church girl had said it, all to sneak him into some closet and jump his bones. thrill runs up his spine.
‘this has to stop,’ she said, crying. ‘we can’t— i can’t—‘ she shook her head, sniffling. ‘i’m sorry.’
it’s not a good idea. matty turns away, eyes fleeing her like he’s been burned. he steps over tom, walking to the door, rustling his jacket for a pack of cigarettes. he hopes the smell won’t remind him of her. hopes she’ll stop haunting him.
the door closes behind her. muted awful pop music follows him down the street.
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oh-surprise-its-me · 1 year ago
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As much as I love Roos, I can't get over how protective Jav is if Jake. Like!!! He gets all serious when the jokes takes a serious turns, and holds back Roos before he cam jump at him.
So--! Married. Jake's dads know, so does javys mom and sister. Hell, they secretly had bets on who would make the first move and everything, javy is basically family since forever. But the daggers don't know (and okay, they both are very good at keeping secrets, Jake kept his whole family a secret ever since flight school!), they find out when one of them is hurt and the other just panics because fuck. Fuck close call how am I supposed to react there?? Sir? Mr compacflt how do you react to your admiral husband getting hurt Sir??? (Yeah, well, whoever of them it is, the answer never changes, and Tom never reacts well).
Could be random training/mission, could be the dagger training before bird strike, could be after Jake takes off as dagger spare but shit goes wrong...could be anything, but the daggers thought those two were just friends, close friends, and messing up with them about having a house together, and plans, and the rings too...
AHAHAHAAAAA MY TIME TO BE EVIL.
I live for Jake x Javy. I desperately need more of it. It’s like I’m 8 again and sticking two ken dolls together to kiss. I love this.
When Jake slammed out of his plane they all could only watch. Javy can’t believe he just had to watch Jake eject. He’s never seen Jake eject before.
Fuck.
“Mav what’s happening! Why did Jake just go out???”
“His plane wasn’t responding to any controls Coyote. He ejected. Everyone come back now. No arguments.”
Javy scans the sky for the med helicopter. “Mav where is med.” “still coming Coyote. Return back to base.”
Javy can’t leave him out there. What kind of husband would that make him. Oh fuck Jake’s dads. They’re on base today. Javy is going to have to tell them their son is dead.
“JAVY!”
He snaps out of it at Tom’s voice. “Sir?” “Oh thank god Javy. It’s fine. Jake will be fine. Come back down. You hear me son?”
Javy opens his mouth and closes it. “Sir…?” Tom sighs. “Kid your husband and my son will be fine. He’s resilient. Bounced back as much as Ron does. Come home.” Javy obeys, he trusts Tom with anything. If he says Jake is fine then he’ll be fine.
-
When Javy lands he falls out of the cockpit. Somehow Ron is there to catch him. He takes him all the way to the ground with his weight. “Jake?” Ron nods. “Hospital. He’s fine though.”
The daggers are all standing on the side watching this unfold. Tom makes his way over. “Hey kiddo? Ready to go see him?”
Javy shakes out another sob. He can’t help it. He can’t lose Jake.
They slowly make their way up to the med bay.
There’s Jake. His incredible husband Jake.
“Javy!” Javy blinks. Apparently Jake is awake. That’s a good sign. He’s got blood in his blond hair but otherwise a soft cast on his wrist looks to be the worst.
“Broke my nose again tata! That might get me close to beating Papa’s record!”
Tom laughs and sits next to the bed after shoving Javy into the other chair, “baby not something to be proud of.” Jake grins. “So you called me husband across the entire radio huh? Is that why my phone is blowing up?”
Javy blinks. Whoops. He rubs the back of his neck and doesn’t look Jake in the eyes. “Yeah. Sorry.”
Jake laughs. “Baby I can’t wait to hold your hand while being out. But you know the daggers are going to as so many questions.”
Ron kisses Jake’s head and brushes a hand across Tom’s shoulders. “We’re going back to our room. We’ll see you in the morning okay boys?” The two younger men nod, “good. Love you both.”
-
Phoenix and Rooster slip into the room a few minutes later. “How’s he doing?” Javy shrugs from where he’s holding Jake. “Fine. Nothing lasting. Got lucky.”
Rooster nods. “Canwe ask you something?” Javy sighs, he knew this would be coming.
“Are you two happy like this?”
Oh fuck Javy wasn’t expecting that.
“Extremely. Never been happier. I’ve spend so much time with him already I wouldn’t know how to live without him.” Phoe nods and pats a hand on Jake’s hair. Roo claps a hand on Javy’s shoulders. “For the record I’m very happy for you both.”
“Thanks I’m happy for us as well.”
-
When Jake wakes up he’s warm. Javy must be in bed with him. He starts to wiggle to break free but remembers his wrist and hip are fucked up. He slowly just starts petting Javy’s hair. It’s like having a puppy right there in front of him at all times.
Jake voiced that thought once and got a spanking of a lifetime. He hasn’t said that out loud again (yet..)
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albatmobile · 1 year ago
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Have you ever written Kori with alien anatomy/tentacles/ovipositor porn 👀👀?
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i could be lonely with you (and you) pt. 2
[part 1] || ao3
𓅪 Rated: E | 7.7k includes: possessiveness, realization, conflicted feelings, loneliness, eventual smut, voyeurism, ovipositor, alien dildo, egg laying, threesome, strapon sex, first times, double dildos, scissoring, oral, fem dom, multiple orgasms
𓅪 established kori x roy, eventual fem!reader x roy harper, fem!reader x kori, fem!reader x kori x roy harper
You’re at your place, body nestled between her thick legs and head between her lofty chest when she asks the question.
“Would you want to stay the night with Roy and me?” Roy. You can’t help the instant frown that settles across your face. She senses your shift in mood and her hand easily reaches down to cup your face. “Are you alright?” she asks, moving her hand to touch the back of it to your forehead. “Your temperature seems perfectly normal.”
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You brush her hand off to hide your blush, though you instantly regret it when you see her hurt face. “I’m fine, Kori,” you sigh, reaching up to kiss her neck. "Swear," your voice rumbles lowly against her tan skin.
You pause, waiting for her to tell you to get the fuck off of her, but she doesn’t. In fact, if you’re being completely honest, she looks… embarrassed?
You gulp, conjuring up an excuse that never comes.
She speaks before you can ramble out your half-thought-out excuse that you’d actually meant to bite her.
Her wide eyes gaze down at you with their usual innocent appearance. “You are coming over, yes?”
You flip around so you’re chest to chest with your feet kicking up behind you absentmindedly. The effect this woman has on you…
“Yeah,” she beams at your response and you easily return the gesture, “I guess it’s time I meet your friend, right?” She nods quickly, not correcting you.
She only ever talks about him every other second. “Roy took me to the park,” ‘Roy got me new hair ties,” “Roy wants to be the Ken to my Barbie for Halloween.” 
Roy this, Roy that. It makes you sick. 
Kori is yours.
So, if Roy’s truly just a friend, you won't hesitate to stake your claim.
“You’ll love him just as I do!” she exclaims.
Sure. 
She, however, doesn’t suspect an ounce of your hesitation. 
You pack your shit to leave for her house for the night because god forbid, you skip your skincare routine for a single night.
Luckily, Roy’s not there when you arrive at her place. 
You go about your usual touching, pressing up against her body languidly as she fixes the two of you snacks. Well, what actually ends up happening is she burns the popcorn and, somehow, the potato chips (???) before you push her aside and take over.
She sidles up behind you and wraps her long, tanned arms around your front before drawing you against her chest. 
With your snacks secured, you easily allow her to pick you up and carry you over to the couch. You’re only wearing an oversized tee she'd left at your place the other week and a thong. All this being said, when she lifts you, the shirt lifts too, exposing, well, everything.
“So you do not spill,” she claims as she carries you on her hip, accentuating your large height difference. You’re eating it up, practically vibrating against her side out of sheer joy. 
You end up vibrating a little too much and end up falling face-first into her cleavage to save the chips from dropping to the floor.
This is when the door opens.
How fucking convenient.
Kori spins around quickly. You shift your weight around on the side of your hip as if you’re riding a mechanical bull to maintain your balance.
“Oh, Roy!” 
You can hear the happiness in her voice, but you’re too busy glaring at the intrusion to look up at her beautiful face. Well, you chance a glance up at her before settling back on Roy, maybe just a quick look.
Roy’s hot.
There’s no way you can compete with his fiery locks and verdant eyes, but you’re sure as fuck going to try.
You can't let him have her. No, you refuse to give her up when you want her this bad. 
So, you do the most logical thing; you ham it up. You press salaciously against her side, nearly grinding into her warm skin in the process, glaring at Roy all the while.
You whisper a joke into her ear, pulling back to witness the beautiful chime of her laugh. Out of the corner of your eye you watch as Roy sets down the bags in his hands on the kitchen counter, his eyes never leaving yours.
Kori is yours.
Roy’s flashing eyes submit to you. 
Now, he knows it, too.
“Roy, this is,” Kori says your name. You shiver as her mouth forms around a word you’ve never felt sounded so special until this moment. 
“Hey,” you greet him with a nonchalant nod nod his way.
“Hey,” he repeats lamely as his eyes take in the scene in front of him, seemingly in disbelief. His eyes lowly trail from Kori's bare legs to your fully exposed ass cheeks. He pulls it together quickly enough once Kori moves over to the couch. He clears his throat as she perches you in her lap, “What’s up?”
He's not slick and your unimpressed stare shows it.
“We are going to watch a movie!” Kori responds when you and Roy continue your staring contest right where you’d left off. 
His light green eyes never leave yours as he unpacks whatever groceries he brought in until he physically has to look away to put them in the fridge. As soon as he turns back around, the contest is back on.
“That’s cool, Star,” Roy says, leaving you to narrow your eyes at him. What, does he think him throwing out a nickname for her will throw you off? You’re in her lap, motherfucker. Suck on that. “Mind if I join y’all?”
You shrug, nestling into Kori’s chest as you face the screen where she’s browsing. You hear Roy chuckle from off in the kitchen. Whatever, he may have won the pissing match, but it only adds fuel to your singeing flame. 
She starts feeding you popcorn before throwing the remaining kernels in her mouth, eyes never once leaving the screen. You, however, can’t say the same. 
It’s hard not to watch her when she’s living, breathing art. 
Kori is beauty in its rawest and ethereal sense in a way you never could’ve imagined had this woman not been in front of you at this very moment. You know you’re blushing and you know she’s probably about ready to notice your lingering gaze, but you can’t bring yourself to look away.
You feel Roy’s eyes on you. The feeling you’d felt earlier stings at the side of your face like a constant, read: annoying,reminder that he’s still here. You allow your eyes to leave her face languidly in order to meet his staring head-on. He ducks his head, orange hair shaking in its wake. Without another word, he crosses the room and plops down on the couch right next to Kori’s.
Your breath catches unexpectedly in your throat when he throws his arm around the back of the couch. Your heart is like a jackhammer against your rib case. Being this close to them, you hope neither can hear its pathetic racket.
“I have never heard either of you be so quiet,” Kori jokes, causing your back to straighten inadvertently as you feel two sets of green eyes resting on you. “Surely I am not the talkative one, no?”
“You’re perfect,” you answer before Roy can even open his mouth.
“She is so funny, Roy,” she giggles, batting lightly at your upper arm with her usual breathtaking charm. “Do you not agree?”
You turn your head to face him in a ballsy move that even he doesn’t seem to expect.
His open mouth falters before he's able to school his expression, “Hilarious.”
You smirk, turning around and obnoxiously snuggle back into her cleavage. You’re surprised when her arms come around you and she moves to cradle you in her lap. This new position means you’re now looking directly at Roy with his hand dangling dangerously close to your head.
“Are you comfortable?”
Kori looks down at you at Roy’s question. The way she peers down at you is as if you’re an adorable baby in her arms, which is honestly how you feel. 
You just nod, not giving him the satisfaction of stuttering out a response.
You narrow your eyes as you stare at whatever movie Kori put on, though you can’t actually focus on anything on the screen with Roy’s unwavering gaze settled on you. You do the only logical thing- you rest your head on her tit, bumping your head against Roy’s arm, which is still snug around her shoulders. You feel his hand tense, but Kori’s pleased sigh quickly stops both you and Roy in your tracks. Your eyes flicker to the side of her face and a quick glance up and over proves Roy’s doing the same. 
Your eyes meet again, but this time, you look away without a challenge, hating the way you feel a blush coming on. It doesn’t help that Kori’s leaning in to giggle, nearly bumping foreheads at every stupid joke the movie throws your way.
You still have no idea what the fuck you’re watching, but apparently, there’s yoga in it.
“We learned this move last week!” Kori nearly throws you off the couch as she points at the screen where they’re doing a double downward dog. She pats at your side and deposits you on the floor before you can even blink and bends down into downward dog. “You will be the top, okay?”
You sputter out what you hope is not too pathetic of a response and quickly bend down into the move before you can even realize what your body’s doing.
Is she a hypnotist or something?
The things you do for her…
Your feet are technically supposed to rest just above her lower back to anchor your position, but her torso is far too long. In class, after a fair amount of tries, you finally realized you needed to put your feet closer to her upper back more than anything, so now you make the correction. 
She settles into the pose, shifting as she does, leaving your back to arch as your anchor, Kori, moves. Now, you’re staring down at the back of her head and right smack at Roy’s face.
“Oh, damn.”
The new voice startles you so much you end up shakily somersaulting off of Kori’s back. You end up with your legs eagle-spread at the feet of someone who looks like the very definition of trouble.
You must’ve said this out loud because he chuckles lowly as he moves to help you off the ground, “Guess I’ll have to stick around so you can know for sure, then.”
You eye him up and down warily. “Whatever the fuck that means,” you spout before you can stop it. You do, however, accept his extended hand as he helps you up off the floor. You allow the touch to linger, looking into his green eyes and nearly rolling your own at how perfect he is. 
Why does everyone Kori knows have to be an actual god?
Soon enough, Kori’s bounding across the room to check on you, “Are you alright?” she gathers you up in her arms, fully extending them outward to check you over for any possible injuries. “Are you hurt at all?”
“Yeah,” Of course, Roy can’t resist being left out, “you sure took quite a tumble there.” He walks over, seeming to have a conversation with the new man solely through their shared eye contact as he does.
You glare at Roy still within Kori’s loving grasp. “Peachy,” you reply, feeling nothing of the sort.
The skunk-striped-hair motherfucker laughs from behind you, startling you. Kori releases you back to the ground but pulls you securely against her front.
“I dropped by because I need you to check out something on my bike, Roy.”
Roy’s eyes widen, though you’re not sure why until you notice the raven-haired man slyly checking you out.
You will not blush. 
You refuse to blush. 
You’re blushing.
It’s Roy’s turn to smirk and you fucking hate him for it. You’re sure it’s written all over your face because both he and Jason share another fucking look before disappearing out the door with stifled snickers.
“Will you braid my hair?” Kori asks suddenly.
You snort. Of course, Kori would be completely oblivious to the pissing matches going on, not even two feet in front of her.
“You already know I’m obsessed with it,” you say in lieu of an actual response.
To prove your point, you run your fingers through her thick, long locks. You make grabby hands for her to lift you up and she easily obeys, picking you up as she had earlier before depositing you back on the couch. You spread your legs wide and pat for her to scoot back for you to begin. While you’re braiding, she scoops up your feet into her lap to paint your toenails her signature bubblegum pink.
You’re both babbling about your usual topics, giggling like idiots when she finally brings up the elephant in the room.
“Now that you have met Roy and Jason,” she starts. She’s mentioned Jason a few times, namely that he and Roy are best friends. You probably should’ve pieced together that he was the dark-haired man who'd just left with Roy. “We should go on the double date!” she insists with an excited grin.
You pause your braiding instantly. “Jason and Roy are dating?”
They seem fruity enough that you can believe it, but it still catches you off guard. Nevertheless, at least Roy isn’t the threat you’d originally thought him to be.
She laughs, though, throwing her head back and nearly messing up your braiding progress. The sound she howls out is an awful-sounding laugh that leaves you no choice but to join in. 
“No, silly, I meant me and Roy and you and Jason,” she says.
Her and…
You and…
Your hands still in her fiery tresses. “You and Roy are dating?”
‘He is the best friend who is a boy-’
Boyfriend.
She'd meant to say Roy's the best boyfriend, holy fuck. How did you miss that?
“Our third-year anniversary is on Halloween,” she informs you casually, like she hasn’t just crushed every atom in your body.
You feel pathetic that your first response is to cry, but it is. You attempt to shove the tears down your throat, but they’re already wobbling up, stinging and suffocating you all the while. “That’s cool,” you manage to choke out.
You could at least try to sound more convincing.
She turns around at your pained voice. “What is the matter?” she asks with sudden concern.
You have to tell her.
How can you not tell her now?
“Kori, I…” you trail off, completely ready to bare everything, when the door opens back up to reveal Roy’s dumb, greasy head. You wipe quickly at your face, using Kori’s excessive height to duck from his view.
If Kori notices, she doesn’t say anything, only begins chatting amicably with her boyfriend about Jason and a double date.
Roy says your name. You look up automatically, forgetting your current tear-stained state and curse yourself when you see his shocked eyes.
This is way too much.
If Kori weren’t squishing you against the arm of the couch with her back, you would’ve been long gone. 
For some reason, though, you can’t find it in yourself to ask her to move. You’re frozen like a deer in headlights.
“Are you okay?”
It’s Roy’s annoying ass who speaks. 
Whatever tears you managed to stuff down now boil over and begin to spill out freely. Kori flips around onto her knees to put both her hands on your shoulders as she takes in your sobbing face.
“What has happened?!” Kori exclaims. Her kind, glowing green eyes take in the streaks running down your cheeks with concern. “Are you hurt?” she asks you for the second time today, but for the first time, the answer is yes. 
Yes, you’re hurt. 
No, you’re not okay.
“I-” You take a calming breath as she wipes away the slow tears that trickle from your eyes. It only serves to upset you further, realizing if you tell her what’s wrong, all of this touching, all of this closeness will have to come to an end.
You’ll lose your friend.
Your only friend.   You try again, but the words refuse to come out.
Roy’s still standing awkwardly off to the side as if debating whether or not to act while his girlfriend faces you and automatically begins to comfort you. Her fingers trickle ticklishly up and down your arms, distracting you from your plight. 
Her being able to calm you, though it only serves to remind you of your plight because she’s always able to melt your worries away by just being Kori.
You sigh, mentally preparing yourself for the ramifications of your admission. 
You can’t even look at her. No, your eyes remain fixated on their popcorn ceiling.
“You, we… Ugh.” You’re becoming frustrated that you can’t just come right out and say it. “When we met, Kori, I was in a really bad place,” you admit shamefully. Your eyes flicker to hers at her quiet, pained reaction to your statement. God, she’s so. fucking. perfect. “My friends pretty much left me in the dust and you just kind of, well, I guess I just kind of bumped into your life at the perfect time,” you say and she smiles lightly at the mention of you falling into her at your first yoga class. You can’t admit it. Fuck. You want to, but fuck. “I was really lonely and I’m really glad for your friendship.” Your last sentence is spewed in haste as if racing out of your mouth before you lose the courage.
Even hearing it in the quiet of the apartment, the word ‘friendship’ stings on your tongue, emanating down to a feeling that lodges uncomfortably deep in your throat.
Her angelic voice quells the new tears you feel stirring. “I am very glad for your friendship as well,” she says kindly as she takes your hands into her larger ones. You can’t help but notice how nice your hands look in hers. Like they’re meant to stay like this forever in her grasp. “It has been the same for me as well,” she admits self-consciously before tucking a strand of her red hair behind her tanned, pierced ear. You follow the movement easily. “I have never had a good friend until you, nor have I ever met anyone like you.”
Your eyes instantly snap to where Roy’s taking in the scene in front of him with an unreadable gaze behind his verdant eyes.
Her reassuring words only make you break down even more. “I’ve been so lonely for so long,” you breathe, feeling all of your pent-up emotions releasing with each word. Kori, the kind woman she is, nods like she knows, but you don’t think she really understands what you’re about to say. Regardless, you say it, anyway, “And I finally thought that maybe this wasn’t just a friendship.”
It's quiet for a moment, then-
“Oh,” she says, sounding genuinely stunned.
Roy, on the other hand, looks like you’ve finally confirmed his suspicions.  
Whatever. 
Fuck him. 
“And I know you’re not even fucking gay,” The words are jumble together, rushed and slurred as you unsurely bare your heart. “I really don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable and I hope I haven’t-” 
Before you can finish, she leans in and kisses you without hesitation.
You’re not sure if it’s you or Roy who gasps, but it’s audible.
Her sweet scent that keeps you up at night swirls around you, swallowing you whole with each glide of your lips against her soft ones. You can’t stop the moan that escapes when her fingers thread through your hair to pull you into a deeper angle.
Your heart is damn near beating out of your chest with every timid flick of your tongue against hers, worried you’ll do something wrong. Based on her pleased hums and gasps, you don’t think you should be so worried.
It’s bliss; pure bliss.
When you finally break apart, the name that rolls off her tongue nearly breaks your heart in two, “Roy.”
Roy obediently makes his way over to stand beside her, though the entire time, his eyes remain on you.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Watch us,” she commands. Her iridescent eyes flicker to his with a fire you’ve never witnessed before.
You can’t help but stare, astonished as your heart mends itself in milliseconds. 
Watch us what?
Kori gently squeezes your hand, which still rests in her own, before carrying you bridal-style to her, no, their bedroom. 
Holy shit.
The expression on your face seems to portray this because Kori chuckles lowly, taking in your small form in her arms.
“Yes, ma’am,” comes Roy’s distracted voice, following from behind. With the abashed way he’s acting, you don’t think this is something they’ve ever done before and can’t help but preen at the thought that you’re the only one they’d do this with.
Kori gently deposits you on the bed, stepping back so she and Roy can examine you. 
Your wide eyes slide between the two of them, waiting for someone to say, “psych” but it never comes. Instead, Kori puts her knee on the bed and slowly begins to crawl toward you.
Your breath hitches in your throat as she closes the distance between you. Her eyes slide closed and you melt into her hold as she draws your startled body in for a deep, wet kiss. 
“What do you want from me?” you ask breathlessly. Your head’s in a daze as your lips slide along her wet ones with the movement and your close proximity.
It’s an honest question.
You bared your heart to her and she kissed you, but what does it mean?
Is this all just entertainment for Roy, or does she actually want you?
She draws your chin up with one of her manicured fingers. “I want all of you, every single inch of you,” she answers honestly. In response, you gasp, but she only takes it as encouragement to continue. “I want your laughter, your adorable smiles,” she bites your lip while she openly eyes you up, “I want your touch. I want your everything, though it is not so much a want as it is a need.”
“Kori,” you gasp, shaking your head in disbelief.
“I need you,” your name rolling off her tongue has you arching into her grasp. “I need all of you,” she finishes with a whisper, no, a promise, against your quivering lips.
This time, it’s you who makes the first move. You throw your arms around her neck, drawing her plump lips against yours desperately as if she might change her mind if you hesitate.
Her tongue slips into your mouth, tangling lewdly with yours even as she’s pulling away. Saliva strings between the two of you as your part, but it’s only for a breath before she’s pulling you right back in. You can’t hold back the moan that releases into the quiet, wet noises of her bedroom, startling away from her when it does.
“Sorry,” you sputter, feeling the blazing heat of the blush settles across, well, your entire face and being. “I-”
“Hush,” she cuts you off with a delicate manicured finger to your slick lips. “Do not be sorry. I want to hear all of your wonderful noises.”
As if on command, you breathily sigh, startling back once again when you hear the harsh tear of a zipper. Your attention shifts to Roy, who looks terrified under your scrutiny, though you’d honestly just forgotten he was even there in the first place. 
“Sorry,” he says, holding up his hands as if he’d been caught red-handed. 
You can’t help but throw your head back and laugh at the ridiculousness of the whole situation. 
“I must admit, I have never, uh,” Kori motions down to your crotch and you follow the motion self-consciously, “partaken.”
“Partaken?” you repeat with a quirk of your head.
When she continues to fumble, Roy steps in for her. “She means that she’s never been with a woman before,” he supplies.
"Oh," you reply, eyes widening. All the while, Roy’s verdant ones stare you down, however you’re more focused on his tenting problem. Your stomach feels giddy when you reveal much of the same, “Neither have I.”
Roy’s practically drooling, no, never mind, he’s actually drooling and you do the same when you turn around and come face to face with Kori’s perky tits.
“This is okay?” Kori asks. She takes your hands in hers and cups them around as much of her breasts as they’ll cover.
“Fuck yeah,” you breathe, nodding dumbly as you allow your hands to sink deep into her soft mounds. You squeeze them lightly, relishing in the soft moan she releases.
The entire time, neither she nor Roy remove their eyes from you. The whole thing’d probably be nerve-inducing had you not been so turned on by it.
Kori seems to sense you relaxing into the situation and gently begins to remove the shirt you’d borrowed from her. With it off, your breasts are exposed to the cold air and attention, leaving your nipples quickly become erect.
Though you want to cover yourself up, you allow yourself to do the opposite by spreading your thighs apart. Your swollen pussy lips have eaten your thong up, creating an obscener display than you’d meant. 
“Shit,” Roy curses and bites his bottom lip so hard that it looks painful. You watch as he visibly restrains himself from rubbing at his leaking erection, seeming to nearly give in under your intense inspection of him. “Star, can I?”
Kori nods and he slowly approaches the bed, gauging your every minute reaction. You show no signs of hesitation, so he removes his jeans and gently places one knee on the mattress. He stops timidly as if waiting for you to protest, but it never comes.
He slides his shirt off next, watching you out of the corner of his eyes as he does so before fully climbing onto the bed next to you.
Your breathing quickens, realizing that, holyshityes, this is about to happen.
You draw Kori close with a coy finger under her chin. She slowly crawls across the mattress to meet your needy lips, molding her body against yours until your front is flush with hers.
“Fuck,” you can’t help but moan, sucking the tongue she slips further into your mouth with it. Your hands come up to press her lofty tits against yours, rubbing her nipples against your own to get the friction you’ve been craving so badly. “I want you so bad, Kori.”
“Good,” she praises you as her thin fingers tease the lacy fabric of your panties into your leaking cunt. You blush under her unwavering attention as she relishes every gasp, every arch of your back, every buck of your hips into her touch.
Your clit twitches when her cold fingertip tickles at it. You imagine this is exactly how she plays with herself and groan at the lewd imagery.  
Your hand reaches out to stop her before she can make you come.
“Are you not enjoying?” She quickly attempts to cover up her body, but you’re not having it. “Am I not satisfactory for you?” she questions with evident concern.
“That’s not it at all, babe,” you quickly reassure her, not believeing how she could think something like that. You gently pull her arms away from her, running them up and down her long torso appreciatively. “You’re so fucking hot. It’s literally insane, Kori.”
She looks concerned now. “Then what is the issue?”
Your eyes gleam impishly as you respond, “I want to last longer so I can make you feel good, too.”
“I don’t think you have to worry about not lasting long enough,” Roy says as he motions down to the thick gobs of come dripping down his hand. “‘Sides, you should enjoy too, beautiful.” You can’t help but blush. Seeing this, Roy smirks and moves closer to you, though falters slightly when your mouth opens without thinking. “You want to taste my come?” he asks you.
Your eyes flick over to Kori, but her hand’s found its way to her clit.
You nod shyly, languidly sticking your tongue out like you’re hungry for it. Your tongue slowly slides around his freckled fingers, creating light suction and a teasing flick of the tip of your tongue against his fingertips when you pull away. He watches, hypnotized as you make a show of swallowing his come. Some trickles down the corner of your mouth and Kori reaches over to remedy this.
She licks at the come before setting her attention back on you. “Thank him,” she says. Kori’s voice is lowered, vibrating every part of your being in the most wicked of ways.
You stare owlishly at her, though she only motions for you to look Roy’s way. You gulp, obliging as you timidly face him. “Thank you.”
“Say his name,” she commands suddenly.
Your eyes flick up from the mattress back up to his shit-eating grin. “Thank you, Roy.” You take special care sounding out his name as you do so with your half-lidded fuck doll eyes.
His grin flickers and you watch as his dick stirs back to life.
If you were close before, you’re teetering dangerously on the edge, feeling the tantalizing iciness spreading from your sensitive nub all the way into your lower abdomen.
You move her delicate hand back to your pussy, guiding her manicured fingers past the slick fabric of your thong to rub against your wet folds. She briefly stops to situate herself behind you, just like how you usually snuggle on the couch, though, this time, it’s so much better. The new angle means she can use her free hand to tease your nipples as she pleases, leaving you a withering mess against her toned body.
You come undone in her arms, blooming like a flower next to her boyfriend as she milks your come out of you obscenely. She fans out her fingers to inspect your slick as if it’s some foreign substance to her and, hell, it probably is. You’d never be able to tell from her skills, like, seriously… it’s hard to believe this is Kori’s first time with a woman.
Roy’s two fingers deep in his ass beside you. You nearly startle when you come to after your lust-filled haze to see how physically close he’s gotten. Hell, his legs are practically tangled with Kori’s and your own at this point.
 Luckily, he seems too busy to notice your original shock. 
Kori’s eyes no longer carry the innocence you’re used to and for good reason. She’s downright devilish as she moves to lap up your come and spits it back out on your cunt, only to slurp it back up. You watch, slick with want as she leans over your stomach to swap your arousal between her and Roy’s mouths for your entertainment. 
You watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head and the grip on his cock stutters obscenely. Before he can come again, however, Kori’s lithe fingers wrap around his pink-tipped cock to prevent him from coming. Roy groans in frustration, but her hand remains securely around his cock.
In the meantime, she uses her free hand to push your mouth towards Roy’s drool-coated, chapped lips. His whimpers and moans, coupled with his half-lidded, lucid eyes, leaving you no other choice than to give him the best kiss of his life. Your fingers tangle themselves in his greasy, strawberry locks while your body arches against his muscular abdomen. 
“Fuck, yeah,” Roy whispers excitedly, seemingly to himself. Meanwhile, he stares down at your naked body in his arms like he still can’t believe this is actually happening.
You snort but draw his lips to yours, nonetheless. 
His tongue eagerly begs for entrance into your mouth, which you oblige with a quick flick of your own tongue. You’re affronted with your own light musk as his tongue breaches into your mouth, causing you to release a wrecked moan, “Shit-”
“That’s what I like to hear, gorgeous,” he says. His voice deep with want as he breaks apart from your mouth with a wet pop and a boyish smirk. 
“Shut up,” you say, though your tone makes it obvious you don’t mean it at all.
Your fingers trail down to where your arousal remains slick against your twitching cunt. Your fingertips glide through the thick substance, teasing your opening and clit as you go. “Fuck, yeah,” Roy breathes. “You wanna touch yourself, baby?” You blush at his question, looking at Kori for help, but startle forward into Roy’s muscular chest at the sight that meets you. “That’s her favorite one,” Roy whispers against the shell of your ear, kissing languidly down your neck after he does.
Kori’s propped up on the mattress with a thick, dragon-looking dildo bobbing in and out of her gorgeous pussy. You watch as her grip tightens and something seems to push from the dildo to stretch against her bright pink entrance. 
“What is that?” you gasp, turning your head and nearly kissing Roy in the process. 
“Ovipostitor, beautiful,” Roy responds. You quirk a questioning brow, but he just nods his head over to where Kori’s showing you exactly what it does.
Kori’s effervescent, other-worldly eyes blink slowly at you as she pushes a purple, round object against her entrance. Her hole stretches the more she pushes.
You can’t just sit there and do nothing while watching the most erotic thing you’ve ever seen in your life. You break away from Roy, using your come-slicked fingers to taunt her clit, drawing a wanton moan from her.
The round object crowns, falling from her twitching hole onto the mattress with a wet squelch… an egg?
You need to taste her gorgeous pussy stat.
“This dildo,” she holds it up for you to inspect, “it deposits these weighted eggs into me.” She watches with heated eyes as your tongue slowly laps up her juices. The egg lightly bobs back into her with the gentle pressure of your tongue, leaving her to force it back out so you can repeat the motion. “You are sure you have never been with a woman, yes?” she sputters out her question, seemingly mesmerized with the way your tongue flicks against her clit, just as her fingers had done for you.
To push her closer to the edge, you gently rub at her clit, mixing your come with her arousal as you do so. 
You slurp at her sweetness as you come up for air to respond, “Pinky promise, Kori.”
She squeezes around another egg, whimpering when you immediately push it back inside her, completely absorbed in the way it disappears into her tight heat.
You don’t know what overcomes you, but you take the dildo and slowly insert it into her. Once she gets used to your pace, she uses a guiding hand to show you where to squeeze to release another egg into her already filled cunt. After a few languid thrusts, she halts your hand. You wonder if you’ve done something wrong until she speaks.
“I have always wanted to try the rock, paper, scissor,” Kori admits, blinking down at you innocently. “Would you wish to try with me?”
You quirk a brow at her, removing the dildo completely. “The hand game?” you ask, feeling entirely confused.
“Not hands, uh,” she trails off and looks up at the ceiling as if the word she’s looking for will magically appear. 
It doesn’t.
You both look to Roy, hoping for clarification, but he’s busy shoving three fingers into his tight hole and asks her to repeat herself.
“Scissoring, baby,” he groans, thrusting into his ass seemingly as soon as he realizes what she means. “She’s talking about- fuck,” Roy pants, desperately bucking his hips into the air. “Keeps fucking feeling like I’m about to come," he groans. Roy watches the two of you with eager eyes as you position your wet folds against hers once you confirm that, yes, she’s talking about scissoring. 
She cups your breasts, drawing you in for a toe-curling kiss as her slick heat twitches against your own. 
A pathetic groan unleashes itself from your throat at the intimate, foreign contact. You can’t even bring yourself to care how raw your voice sounds when her clit is flicking deliciously against your own. You moan into her open mouth, savagely fucking your cunt against her like she’s your pillow at home.
You wrap yourself in her arms, watching how her ass arches and snaps into each thrust, jiggling her huge ass as she goes. You can feel your own cheeks clapping together, undoubtedly giving Roy an insanely obscene sight to jack off to.
You think it’s more so the fact that she’s whispering sweet nothing against your spit-soaked lips than her tits bouncing against your own that pulls you under again.
“I don’t wanna come again,” you whimper with a pathetic pout. “Not until you come… I can’t- fuck!” you gasp, coming again with your eyes trained on Roy as his girlfriend fucks another spine-tingling orgasm out of you. “Kori!” 
Roy bites at the corner his bottom lip, ceasing his movements, white-knuckled as you ride it out against her.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as she continues to rub her slit against your spasming clit until your twitching finally ceases.
Roy wastes no time in rushing to eat her out, slurping up your come and her arousal before flashing you a wild, dripping grin.
Your hands tentatively move from Kori’s tanned skin to Roy’s pale, freckled skin, nearly pulling away when he arches at your touch.
Kori sees you staring at his ass and motions for him to stop. He pulls away with a concerned look, wiping your come and Kori’s arousal from his rough lips as he does so.
“What’s wrong, Star?”
“You said you want me to come, yes?” Her salaciously darkened eyes as they devour you whole. You blink owlishly, releasing a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in. “Roy, would you bring me the strapless, please?”
“Strap?” you repeat dumbly, watching as Roy eagerly digs around in his nightstand and produces a giant, pink, thick-veined dildo that hooks into a shorter, thicker plug.
“Here,” Kori insists. At this, the redheaded woman takes the strap from him and motions for you to kneel and spread your legs on the mattress. Her fingernails trickle along the sensitive skin on your inner thighs, grazing dangerously close to your over-stimulated nub as she slips the plug end of the dildo inside of you. She scoots back with something pink clutched in her hand, admiring her work with cutely clasped hands. “It is comfortable for you, yes?” she asks.
It is.
Like, immensely so.
The strapless dildo cups your groin with tiny divots creating friction against your sensitive clit. The exuding end is at least seven inches long, though it’s half the width of the end currently nestled inside you. 
You nod, head whipping to stare at Roy. His breath catches in his throat at the sight of you experimentally stroking the veiny pink silicone.
“I’ve never met a girl like you before,” he repeats what Kori had said earlier as you rub lube over the strap.
You motion for him to present himself to you and he easily obeys, slipping his handsome hands to spread his pale, freckled cheeks. Your eyes widen as he does so. You definitely weren’t expecting this when Kori asked if you wanted to spend the night.
He’s blushing and you know you’re blushing, but Kori looks downright devilish. 
“Yeah, well, I’ve never met a girl like your girlfriend before,” you retort easily.
He stares back at you like he can’t believe this is real. Kori uses your distracted state to slip behind him and spread his legs even more obscenely for you. 
“And you’re gonna fuck me, anyway?” His eyes are in slits and he’s practically drooling, biting his lip as your gorgeous curves languidly crawl towards him, positioning yourself as he pops the cap on some milky-looking lube.
His breaths come out even, as if he has to force himself to either A. breathe or B. remain calm. Either way, it’s not fooling you.
You can see just how affected he is by your domineering nature, from his blown-out pupils to his drooling cock. 
“And I’m gonna fuck you anyway,” you confirm, rubbing the lube over their strap. You exhale shakily as you line yourself up with his puckering hole. 
Neither seem to notice your nervousness, however. Kori seems entirely entranced with the way the tip of the strap grazes his entrance. She presses soft kisses across his freckled shoulders as you breach his tight hole. Meanwhile, Roy’s still preoccupied with regulating his breathing.
You slowly fuck into him, stopping your movements once you’ve inserted your full length. 
“You feel so good,” Roy rasps out your name around a breathy moan.
You bite your lip as you stare down at his needy, whimpering form. You haven’t even started and he’s already such a mess for you.
“You’re being so good,” you blink dumbly in disbelief that you've actually responded to him out loud like that. “Uh…” You blink again, head shooting up to look at Kori for backup, but she’s currently three fingers deep in her cunt. 
Roy smiles wide, forearm moving to cover his eyes as you stare at him not knowing how to proceed. He suddenly peaks out from underneath his arm, freckled cheeks tinged a deliciously chaste pink, though you know nothing about Roy is chaste.
Case in point.
“Keep talking to me like that, darlin’ and I’ll be a goner for sure.”
“Shut up,” you groan with a swift roll of your eyes, smacking the side of his hip.
Roy’s face stretches into a wolfish grin like somehow you’re the prey, even with a dildo up his ass. “Just like that, yeah,” his sultry low voice rumbles into every part of your being.
You’re fucked.
So fucking fucked. 
They’re both perfect.
He winks and this time, when you smack the side of his hip, you do it harder. You’re not expecting him to moan, let alone how loud he moans, nearly over-exaggerated as if he’s begging for more.
Suddenly, you startle forward with a buck of your hips into Roy’s when toe-curling vibrations shake every part of your being. You and Roy both moan wantonly in unison from the new sensations. You stare down at the strap in question, tilting your head only to find Kori dangling a pink control from her perfectly manicured nails.
“I love seeing my favorite people getting along,” Kori downright purrs. Roy and you moan again, giving her the only response she needs to hear to up the vibrations.
Roy’s withering on the mattress below you as you thrust in and out of his tightness at a shaky pace. The lube they'd used makes it look like you're fucking come in and out of his pink hole and it's doing things to you. You don’t think he’s once shut his mouth to stop moaning since you’d started and it was all you needed to continue to ruthlessly fuck into him. 
Kori squishes Roy against your bouncing tits as she teases her tongue into your mouth.
“Fuck yeah,” Roy moans. The redhead motorboats your tits in front of him and Kori’s tits surrounding his head at the same time. “I fuckin’ love my life, man,” he chuckles as he pulls away.
“Who the fuck are you talking to?” How is Kori able to come when he babbles like a fucking idiot?
Roy laughs, but before he can get too cocky, Kori puts him back in his place. She knows exactly what he wants and wastes no time in flipping him over, forcing him to present his ass to you as she shoves his face against her slick pussy. 
She allows you to fuck into him for a bit while Roy continues to draw pornstar moans from Kori before she stops him, tugging him off her cunt with a fistful of his strawberry hair.
“Do you want to be spanked, Roy?” she asks, though she’s smirking down at him like she already knows how pathetic his answer will be. “You can be rougher with him, you know?” She quirks her head cutely. “He will not break so easily, trust me,” she teases with a wink.
Roy groans in appreciation, doubling his efforts lapping at her slick folds.
At this, your hands had been grasped around his hips but now slowly trail across the freckled globes of his ass before stopping. It’s not like you didn’t want to spank him; you've just never done anything like this before. This doesn’t stop you, however, as you cradle his right cheek. You caress it gently as you pull out of his entrance and pull back to release a stinging smack as you thrust back in.
“FUCK!” Roy whimpers.
Part of you wonders if you’ve done it too hard until his hips wriggle expectantly on your cock. You place a calming palm over where you just hit as you continue to meet his stuttering pace. This time, you slap both sides in quick succession before grabbing a fistful of his red hair and rubbing his face into Kori’s cunt. When you allow him up for air, Kori’s quick to smash her lips against his, slurping her own want off his chapped lips until he’s a complete mess of incoherent moans and curses.
Realizing he’s close, Kori turns the vibrations to max, sending your hips snapping forward at a brutal pace into Roy’s pliant hole. She knows exactly how to make him come undone, but what she doesn’t expect is to draw another orgasm out of you. 
“Kori, please,” you beg, not knowing exactly what you’re begging for, only that it feels like your cunt’s ready to explode. “It feels so good. Please- ROY!” You nearly cover your mouth, but Roy’s back arches even further into the mattress, giving you the perfect view of him and Kori at the same time.
It’s all too much, especially when Roy cries out. You lift up his head by his fiery hair, so you and Kori can both watch as he loses control.
You earn each and every wrecked moan your thrusts produce. 
Kori comes before he does, however. You watch entranced as her orgasm causes the eggs she had inside pop out with a wet squelch right next to Roy’s panting face.
His eyes roll backward with a loud whine. You give him a few long, hard thrusts that leave his cock spurting white ribbons across one of Kori’s thick thighs. 
You collapse on top of him, apologizing profusely when he grunts from the impact. Kori, who hasn’t stopped grinning once, shifts to curl around your panting bodies as the three of you revel in the aftermath.
“That was,” Kori pauses as she thinks of the word, “incredible!”
“But,” you pant as she draws the dildo from you. Liquid leaks from your cunt and onto their sheets as she does and forces a weak whimper from you, “You only came once.”
She throws her head back, fiery hair slipping around her naked form like a silky blanket and laughs, “I have come too many times to count, friends.”
You quirk a questioning brow at the nickname, you know, after you’d all just quite literally fucked. Though thinking back on how she referred to Roy when you first met, you can’t imagine wanting to be called anything else.
Flanked by two redheads, you definitely don’t feel alone anymore.
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CAN’T MAKE YOU HAPPIER NOW - SIX
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Previously - Five || Masterlist || Next - Seven
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: sexual jokes, brief sex, swearing, joke about incest (from Roman), mentions of divorce
Note: Thank you to every single one of you that is reading this. I adore you. The episodes covered are 2x08-2x10. The remaining chapters will be on season 3.Please enjoy your read and leave comments/kudos etc if you liked it. xxx
Word Count: 5,804
16 years ago
Kendall and Nisha’s summer of love only lasted two weeks before she had to go back to school. She thought it would fizzle out since she was in Cambridge and he was in New York. She didn’t realize he would use that private jet to see her on weekends. She’d be lying if she didn’t enjoy the look of envy on all of the groupies' faces when he’d surprise her and throw her over his shoulder. He returned to campus a conquering hero. Everyone still wanted a piece of Kendall Roy. They would go to parties on campus. He’d drink a lot more than she would and be all over her when they got to her dorm then pass out. It wasn’t that much of a disappointment considering the beginning of their sex life was okay at best.  Nisha knew she was spoiled by her previous lover who was rather tenacious about her pleasure. It deflated Kendall’s ego a bit at first because he was under the impression that he was great at sex not realizing his former lovers were faking. Nisha’s honesty was a bit of a rude awakening (that he would later appreciate) but it also meant she could teach him how to be better.
School got busier for Nisha, so he stopped coming every weekend. She reminded him she was on scholarship and actually had to produce results. Since he couldn’t see her, he was calling her whenever he could just to hear her voice. Stewy, Shiv, and Roman made fun of him for how bad he had it for her but he didn’t care. 
He was practically vibrating with anticipation when she came back for Christmas. She stayed with her brothers in Brooklyn and waited for him to call. Shiva Tech had its first set of investors and was slated to make its first million by the end of the year. Their mom visited from California and they discussed getting her a place on the East Coast. Stewy was with his family, so they had the apartment all to themselves. 
“Oooh, Kendall.” Nisha arched her back as her head fell against the pillow. It took her a moment to recover. Her hand rested on her beating heart. She sighed.
“Was that better?” Kendall asked crawling up from his spot between her legs.
“Yeah.” Nisha struggled to catch her breath. “That was great.” 
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He smiled down at her. 
“Shut up, Roy Toy. You already got me in bed.” She teased. 
He tangled his hand in her hair before pulling her into a kiss. 
“God, I love you.” He breathed against her lips. She froze.
“It’s only been like 5 months, Ken.” She raised her eyebrows. She tried to hide the fear in her voice.
“Right. I know. I just, uh.” He stroked her cheek with his thumb. “I mean it. I love you. You make me feel like I can do anything. I wanna take over this fucking city with you.”
“Just you and me, huh?” She cleared her throat and blinked back tears.
“If you want it.” He looked down for a moment. Maybe she wouldn’t. She was so far out of his league. His father constantly said he didn’t think he could handle her. Shiv and Roman agreed. She drew in a shaky breath.
“This is insane. I know it’s insane.” She frowned. Before he could pull away, she grabbed his hand and held it to her face. “But I love you too, Kendall.”
“Yeah?” His smile was so wide it could’ve lit up the room. 
“Yes!” She laughed. She surged forward and kissed him. “I love you so fucking much.” 
Kendall got to his feet and threw the window open.
“Hear that, New York? Nisha Asuri loves me!” He screamed. “She loves me!”
Nisha smiled, watching him until the frigid wind hit her.  “Ken, it’s fucking freezing!”
He shut the window and jumped in the bed. He grabbed her with cold hands and she yelped. 
“Warm me up, baby. I’m cold.” He nuzzled his face in her neck. Her hands ran down his sides as she looked at him.
“Fuck you, Kendall Roy.” She smiled.  “This wasn’t part of the plan. The plan was Harvard then Columbia.”
“That’s still the plan.” He grinned. “We’re just gonna be totally crazy in love while you do it.”
“Yeah? You’re not gonna distract me?”  She raised her eyebrows.
“Never. How else are we gonna rule the world?” He shook his head and kissed her palms.
“The world? I thought it was New York.” She laughed.
“It’s whatever you want, baby.” He moved on top of her. “I wanna give you everything you want.” 
Nisha smiled at him. “Right now, I just want you.” 
“I can do that.” He kissed her.
“And I want you to clean the shower because it’s gross in there.”
“Maid doesn’t come until Monday.” He threw her leg over his hip. 
“You’ve never cleaned a bathroom in your life?” She stared at him. 
“I’m a Roy. I don’t clean.” He nipped at her collarbone.
“Okay, Roy Toy. That’s gonna stop.” She rolled her eyes playfully.
“Oh? You wanna teach me?” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“There’s so much I could teach you.” She smirked. 
“Yes, mistress.” He teased before slotting his mouth over hers.
Stewy returned on New Year’s Eve to throw a huge party. Lots of people. Lots of booze. Lots of drugs. Tucked away in his bedroom, Nisha and Kendall were both a little high and fucked on top of the subwoofer. He timed every thrust to match the bass line. The ball dropped right as Nisha came for the second time that night. It was how Kendall wanted to bring in every new year. 
Now
The office is clean and sleek. The firm clearly does well. It feels strange being here at all, but Nisha listens as the case is laid out for her. It’s the last of Sebastián’s recommendations for her. The lawyer is a Latina woman with dark hair and eyes named Melissa Rodriguez. She’s known for her no-bullshit approach. The dread continues to sink in Nisha’s stomach. She knows this is the right thing but it doesn’t make it any easier.
“Now, Mrs. Asuri-Roy, your husband’s drug abuse is very well documented.”
“Right.” Nisha wants to know where this lawyer is going with this.
“It could get you sole custody with no visitation.”
“I don’t want that. I want this as civil as possible.”
“So joint custody?”
“No,” Nisha says that almost too quickly. “Look, I don’t really want to bring up the drugs unless I have to. Unless he makes it ugly.”
“With all due respect, he’s a Roy. It’s going to be ugly.”
Nisha bites the inside of her cheek and nods. She’s not wrong. 
After the meeting, Nisha goes to Shiva Tech and joins Sebastián in the elevator. 
“Hey. How’d it go?” He hits the button.
“Good. She’s tough.” She nods.
“Yeah.” He frowns slightly. “Cecilia didn’t make things difficult, but I wasn’t sure about Kendall.”
Nisha scoffs. “No one is ever sure about Kendall.”
Sebastián looks like he wants to say something but doesn’t. Nisha sighs and steps out of the elevator. He joins her in the conference room. He shows her the latest draft of the Ryan Sutton deal. It’s solid and she’s supposed to arrive in an hour. 
“Hey, Nish…” His voice is low.
“Hm?” She looks up.
He gestures to the hem of her skirt. It’s riding up showing off the edges of a purple bruise on her upper thigh. She pulls the skirt down. It was hot on the car ride back from the lawyers, so she took off her tights.
“Sorry if I was a little too, uh, rough, last night.” He rubs the back of his neck.
“No.” She shakes her head and grabs her handbag. “I liked it.”
Sebastián smirks and bows his head looking back at the paperwork. She lets out a giggle. It’s been really nice to just have sex with someone without any baggage. Sure, it felt strange at first because it wasn’t Kendall but now it’s just fun.  
“I’m just gonna change before she gets here.” 
“Mhmm.” He just nods. “Oh, Cecilia’s flight is coming in early, so I can’t stay long after the signing. That okay?”
“Totally. Enjoy your time with your kids.”
The deal goes smoothly. Ryan and her team are wonderfully professional. 
“It was really great working with you,” Ryan says. “You’re wonderful.”
“Likewise.” Nisha smiles. “But you already signed so you don’t have to flatter me.”
“Really?”
“What?”
“When’s the last time someone—you’re remarkable.”
“Thank you. I didn’t create a company or new technology. Or get an honorary degree from MIT.”
“But you notice things no one else did. That makes you especially great.”
“Thanks.”
“And you’re so dedicated to your children. Ramesh and Kapil are wonderful but they don’t have to be a kick-arse mum. Take the compliment. Or I’ll keep going.”
They smile at each other. Nisha really has enjoyed getting to work with Ryan. She’s incredibly sharp. It’s a shame she won’t see her anymore. Ryan puts her hands in her pockets and walks over. 
“Did you see that Grecian statue exhibit? The one at the Met?”
“No. I’ve wanted to go.”
“We should go.” A smile plays on her lips. “Unless it’s awkward for you.”
“No. I mean, I don’t know why it would be. I’m allowed to have friends.”
They exchange personal numbers and decide to go next week. Nisha returns to work but leaves early. The kids aren’t out of school yet, so she has about an hour to herself before it’s the weekend.
Nisha enjoys a long soak in the tub when her phone lights up with a message from Shiv. They’re at Loganland in Scotland or whatever the fuck it was. It’s a video of Kendall. Oh, no. He’s rapping. Oh, no, he’s rapping about his father and has a custom baseball jersey made. She cringes so hard she’s worried she’s going to drop her phone in the water. It’s painful.
“Jesus Christ.” It’s in that moment she wonders how she ever ever let that man anywhere near her pussy. She texts both of them that it’s the opposite of a panty dropper. Her phone lights up again and Shiv is calling.
“Hi, Shiv.” She hides the surprise in her voice.
“Hey. Miss you here.”
“Oh, I’m sure that’s not true.”
“It is. Kendall brought this actress from, get this, Willa’s play. It’s so embarrassing.”
Ah, she called to talk shit. Nisha hums her reply.
“Bottom of the total fucking barrel. Not a brain cell in sight embarrassing.”
“Is she pretty?”
“I mean, yeah, but not compared to you.”
“You don’t have to say that.”
“No, I mean it. Dad does not know what Kendall’s thinking.”
“I mean, c’mon. He’s thinking with his dick.”
“Ugh. Why did he have to fuck things up with you? Not that I blame you for getting out. You’ve served your time.”
“Right.” It feels so strange. Normally, she would be there. The kids would probably have made an appearance if not had a separate dinner with their grandfather. Now, she’s on the outside. 
“Well, I gotta go. When I’m back we’re getting drinks. I won’t take no for an answer.” Shiv says.
“All right. I’ll let you take me out.” Nisha chuckles.
“I’ll get you drunk so you can tell me all about that spicy lawyer. The really gorgeous one.” Shiv giggles. She’s clearly been drinking. 
“No idea what you’re talking about. Have fun, Shiv. Make good choices.” Nisha sighs. They hang up. 
She towels off and gets dressed. Originally, the bath made her feel better and now she just feels out of place. Her phone lights up again and it’s Kendall. For once, she doesn’t feel dread seeing his name on the screen. He’s probably calling because he thought he did an amazing job. 
“If it isn’t Kenny from the block.” She smirks. She can’t help herself after that video.
“Who sent the video?” He asks.
“Shiv. It’s the whitest thing you’ve ever done. Congrats.” She shakes her head. 
“It was not that bad.”
“Kendall, when I saw it my pussy dried out like the Sahara desert.”
“Fuck, Nish. Lemme get back to my room before you start talking about your pussy.” 
“Isn’t your room occupied?”
“Hm?”
“The actress.”
“Oh, no. Sent her home. Didn’t pass the vibe check.”
Nisha snorts. 
“You need to spend less time on Urban Dictionary.” 
He laughs and then she hears a door open and close. He must’ve gotten back to his room. She sighs. 
“You know, Dad always cuts my dates down to size, but not you.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? Your dad does not like me.”
“He respects you.”
“Cause I’m a bitch who doesn’t settle for anything less.”
“You wouldn’t keep calling the party awesome.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“I’m sure it was an elegant affair showcasing the impact he’s had on the world for the last 50 years.”
“See, fucking amazing.” Kendall just laughs. “So, what are you wearing?”
"C'mon."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"You're wearing nothing?"
“Goodnight, Kendall.”
“G’night, Nisha.”
Nisha sets the phone down on her vanity. It was so easy to fall back into it as if she hadn’t met with a divorce lawyer that morning. Why was this so hard? She looks back at her phone. Sebastián’s with his children, so he’s not really available to fuck her senseless tonight. She’s just gonna have to embrace the suck.
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Nisha’s lawyers draft up the papers and file for divorce. With all of his exploits in the tabloids, she has enough evidence for adultery. She and Sebastián have been very careful. All of their public interactions can be seen as old friends catching up. Kendall actually has pictures of his tongue down strangers’ throats. She didn’t want to use it, but it was the fastest option. 
Kendall approaches the door to Waystar when a man in a suit approaches him. His head has been stuck in the cruises scandal and he really doesn’t want to deal with anything else.
“Kendall Roy?”
“Yes.”
The man hands over an envelope. ‘You’ve been served.”
He walks away. Kendall looks and sees a law firm and Nisha’s name. He opens it with shaky hands. He doesn’t have an office anymore and he can’t read these in front of his father. PETITION FOR DIVORCE
She actually did it. He knows it’s what’s best for her. She needs to move on. He just never thought they would end up here. His throat tightens and the tears burn in his eyes. He barely makes it to the first-floor bathroom. He feels like he’s going to get sick yet nothing happens. He wants to scream. He shouldn’t be surprised but he is. He kicks the metal door of the stall repeatedly. He struggles to pull himself together. If his dad doesn’t see him in his office soon, he’ll send Colin looking for him. 
His lawyers email a summary of what Nisha is asking for. She doesn’t want any money for herself. She just wants money for the children. She has all their expenses laid out. She wants sole physical custody. He really doesn’t have time for them to live with him during the week. She suggests a visitation schedule for six months with drug tests and if it goes well, she’s willing to alternate weekends, holidays, and school breaks. She knows he has no leg to stand on. His family’s reputation. His reputation. If a judge tested him right now, he wouldn’t come up clean. He doesn’t even have the energy in him to contest it. His lawyers want to, of course. He calls her throughout the day and she never picks up. He leaves messages with her assistant, on her office phone, and on her cell. In the last message, he leaves he fails to hold back his tears. 
“Nisha, uh, I know you know I got the papers. I just—I wanna hear your voice. Not our lawyers. I just, look, can we talk? Call me, please. Please.”
But she doesn’t. Sebastián comes over after the kids are asleep. He doesn’t ask questions and just lets her lead him to her bedroom. He knows why he’s there.
“Oh! Fuck!” Nisha gasps as Sebastián curves his body over hers and drives his hips in further. His pace is punishing and his hands are everywhere. He leaves sloppy kisses on her shoulder. She cries out feeling her peak wash over her. He groans in her ear as he follows. She’s winded and boneless resting on the mattress when he pulls out. He gets up to rid himself of the condom and returns with a washcloth for her. She hisses, oversensitive as he wipes her down. Her phone lights up on the nightstand with Kendall’s name. She shares a look with Sebastián. 
“I, uh, served him the papers today.”
“Oh. Shit.”
“Yeah. I don’t really have anything to say to him.”
“Then you don’t have to answer.” He reaches forward and cups the side of her face. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
She nods. “I’m just—I’m the first person to get divorced in my family.”
“So am I. We’re trailblazers.” He squeezes her bare shoulder. 
She chuckles dryly and looks around the room. She gets up and starts picking up her clothes. Sebastián takes that as his cue to get dressed. 
“I’m not—you don’t feel bad about this, right?”
“No. I’m a very willing sex toy.”
She laughs and puts on a large t-shirt and sweatpants. He walks with her to the front door.
“Did you wanna do something Thursday?” He looks back at her. “Get your mind off the DC inquisition?”
“I’m actually meeting up with Ryan Sutton. At the Met.” She puts her hands in her robe.
“Ooh.” He arches an eyebrow.
“What?” She blinks.
“Seriously? She’s into you.” He stares at her.
“Shut up.” She rolls her eyes. For some reason, it makes her skin burn.
“For real. It’s cute.” He smiles. “If you were ever gonna try it, she’s hot.”
“Whatever.”  She shakes her head.
“Have fun.” He says in a sing-song voice.
“Get out of my house.” She shoves his shoulder. “I’ll see you later.”
“See you later.” He walks out. 
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14 years ago
They had been dating for almost 2 years when Nisha graduated from Harvard at the top of her class and was accepted into Columbia. Her brothers bought her an apartment on the Upper West Side as a present since they made their first million. It was easier for Kendall and Nisha to see each other once they were both in New York. The rose-colored glasses were broken once Nisha had to see Kendall in the same city as his father. It made things more complicated because Kendall was more mercurial and that led to a lot of big fights. They always made up, but Nisha missed how easy it had been.  
Kendall reached out to her mother and Ramesh to ask for their blessing. Her mother wondered if she was too young but Ramesh knew his sister. She really loved Kendall. Once he got their approval, he paid off the Guggenheim Museum for the night, so she could see all the exhibits she had been too busy for. She was stunned. He knew from his failed attempts that grand gestures didn’t impress her, but this one did. She marveled at an exhibit on Ottoman Calligraphy when he got down on one knee.
“Nisha Asuri?”
She turned around and gasped. Her hands flew to her mouth. The diamond ring was stunning. It had an antique style with a princess cut in the center with round stones studded around it. Smaller diamonds and rubies (her birthstone) encrusted the band. She had never laid eyes on anything like it.
“I know you hate it if I get sappy, so I’m gonna try to be cool. You’re it for me. I knew it when you destroyed me in class. You’re gorgeous and brilliant and you don’t take any shit. I’m a fucking idiot without you. Will you marry me?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Nisha nodded, tears burning in her eyes. 
“Yeah?” Kendall grinned.
“Yes, you idiot, give me the ring!” She laughed wiping her eyes.
“Fuck, I love you.” He slipped the ring on her finger. He took her face in his hands and kissed her. “I love you.” 
“I love you, too.”
Since it was the wedding of the heir apparent to the Roy fortune, the wedding was huge and held at the Plaza in June. Her brothers paid for it but everything had to be up to Logan’s standards. There was a lot of media attention. The ceremony was multi-faith even though the Roys did not really care about religion and the Asuris did. Nisha dug her heels in about wearing a red sari and the reception was at the same hotel. They went to Mykonos for their honeymoon and it was the best vacation Kendall ever had. He was away from his family and with the woman he loved for three weeks. Nisha loved having him all to herself. It reminded her of the easy early days. They didn’t want to come back.
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 Now
The exhibit is stunning, but it’s also a showcase of marble dicks. Ryan looks over at her and giggles. 
“At least balance it out with some tits, yeah?” She smirks and walks ahead.
Nisha shakes her head and looks down at her audio set. The tour stopped talking. Ryan circles back.
“What’s wrong?”
“I think it’s dead?”
“Just listen to mine, yeah?” Ryan offers her the other earpiece. They’re walking so close now Nisha can smell her floral perfume. It’s nice. Not too heavy or sweet. Natural like walking past a bush of lilacs in the summer.
Nisha looks at one statue and catches Ryan’s big eyes staring. The green in her hazel eyes is absolutely stunning. Kendall’s usually look brown but not hers. Nisha’s eyes fall to her pink full lips. She really is a beautiful woman. Her stomach feels like she’s about to drop on a rollercoaster. Ryan tilts her head when Nisha’s phone buzzes.
“Sorry.” She looks at it. It’s an alert about the cruises inquiry at Congress. Kendall is speaking in a few hours. She doesn’t know what he will say but as long as Logan plays puppet master all the Roys will be satisfied. 
“Do you wanna get something to eat?” Ryan arches an eyebrow. 
“Sure.” Nisha nods. “Had enough marble genitals?”
“For today, yeah.” Ryan grins. 
They get a car to a restaurant that Nisha has heard of but never tried. She types a message to Kendall asking how things are. He had answered her message from the morning saying he’d text her later. It felt cruel to ignore him the other day but she knew if she talked to him she would’ve crumbled. She feels steadier now. The news covers the trial on the televisions over the bar. Questioning is done for the day and Kendall walks away. At the back of the room is a tall, blonde woman: Naomi Pierce. She’s not going to get an answer. She turns her attention back to Ryan.
“It really sucks that he’s always everywhere on the news.”
“It does.”
“I don’t know how you’re not going mad.”
“Some days I do.”
“At least they haven’t bothered you about it.”
“Oh, you haven’t seen my Twitter page.”
“But you don’t work there? What do they want from you?”
“I don’t know and I didn’t know. Honestly. If it wasn’t one of the things Kendall bitched about I didn’t know.”
“He sounds delightful.”
Nisha laughs. “It, um.” She looks down at her salad. “You don’t wanna hear about this.”
“No, I brought it up. What were you gonna say?” Ryan lifts her eyebrows.
“Honestly, it lasted a lot longer than it should have. It’s been hard but necessary.”
“I just…I think you’re amazing. Handling all this.”
“I’m not.”
Ryan put her hand on top of Nisha’s. Her skin is so soft and smooth.
“Trust me. You are.”
Their eyes meet and she feels that anxious feeling in her stomach.  Something is about to happen.
“Wanna come out with me tonight? I was gonna check out this new club.”
“Like a date?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve never dated a woman before.”
“I’ll take it easy on you.”
“I’m not dressed for a club. And I’m kind of almost 40.”
“Like your age fucking matters. You can change and we can meet there. Unless you don’t wanna go. I was sensing a vibe but I could be wrong.” She arches an eyebrow.
They were going to kiss in the museum. That’s what she felt. It completely snuck up on her. She’s never been into women before. She’s never denied that they can be beautiful. And Ryan is certainly beautiful. It felt a little reckless. She hasn’t thought it through at all. 
“Um, you’re not—wrong” Nisha laughs. Why does she feel nervous? “Sebastián also sensed a vibe."
“Smart guy.”
“I’ll go out with you, Ryan.”
“Cool.” 
As she said, they meet outside the club. Nisha feels ridiculous in her black jumpsuit. Ryan approaches her inside wearing a navy bustier corset top and slacks. Her hair is half up in a ponytail. In her heels, she’s Kendall’s height. She looks amazing.
“You look amazing.” Nisha blurts out. 
“So do you.” Ryan smiles. 
Cameras click. All they’re doing is talking. Also, the press is terrible at picking up on sapphic relationships. They’ll be called gal pals in the morning. 
They go inside and get some drinks because Nisha needs them. Nisha feels incredibly nervous in such foreign territory.  What is she doing here? Ryan is a queer icon online. She’s dated men and women and been a very strong LGBTQ+ activist. 
“Oh! Shit! Rihanna! C’mon, we’re dancing.” Ryan grabs her hand and pulls her to the floor. They dance like she would with any of her friends. They’re having fun and the alcohol hits Nisha’s bloodstream. The buzz relaxes her and she lets go. Ryan cheers as she gets more into dancing. She doesn’t want to stop. Song after song plays and it’s the most fun she’s had in a long time. 
It’s hot and sweaty in the club and the lights pulse around them to the beat.  Ryan twirls her making her laugh. Nisha doesn’t move when she pulls her closer. Their eyes lock and Nisha’s heart hammers against her ribs. Ryan leans down to her ear.
“You’re stunning.” She runs her fingertips down Nisha’s high cheekbone. Her touch is electric. She slides an arm around Nisha’s back. They’re pressed together. With her other hand, Ryan brushes her hair behind her ear. 
“Kiss me.” Nisha breathes. “Please.” 
Ryan smiles and leans down. Her full mouth just breezes over Nisha’s at first. Her hand cradles the back of her head as she presses her lips against hers. Nisha sighs feeling her stomach jump. It’s so surprisingly tender. It’s not tacky or sloppy. She’s handling her with such delicacy and care. A really sweet kiss. Ryan pulls back and her thumb runs down the nape of Nisha’s neck.
“Just stunning.” 
They dance a little longer before Nisha tells her she should be getting home. Ryan offers her a ride. Nisha didn’t know what she expected but dating a woman was very comfortable. Maybe since they had had their share of handsy men and knew what not to do, Ryan doesn’t push anything. She just holds Nisha’s hand rubbing circles on her inner wrist. Nisha leans over and they kiss again. Ryan takes her time. There’s no rush or urgency. No goal. She’s just savoring this moment. Her tongue sweeps over Nisha’s lower lip seeking entrance and permission. Nisha opens her mouth and their tongues glide slowly over each other. She moans and leans into Ryan in the backseat. They break apart, smiling. The driver stops the car and Nisha looks out the window. She’s home. 
“Thank you, Ryan.” She unbuckles her seatbelt. “This was great.”
“Yeah, it was.” She grins. “I’ll call you, okay?”
“Okay.” Nisha nods and smiles. “G’night.”
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On the yacht, Roman adjusts his sunglasses while scrolling through his phone. 
“Looks like Nisha is on vacation too.”
“Yeah, uh, Martha’s Vineyard.” Kendall doesn’t look at him.
“Do they pose for these?” Roman shows them his phone. On her private Instagram,  Nisha is laughing while her brothers try to dunk her Millennium Falcon float.
“No, Rome, what you’re seeing is a normal family.” Shiv raises her eyebrows.
“Is that what that is?” Roman puts on a snooty British accent. “Looks fake.”
“They’ve always been close.” Kendall shrugs. “Their, uh, mom wanted it like that.”
“Weird,” Roman says in his regular voice. “Cause sometimes like Ramesh and Nisha are like really fucking close like maybe Game of Thrones close?”
Shiv takes off her sunglasses to stare at him with narrow eyes. “Goddamn, that’s disgusting even for you.”
“Oh, stop it with the evil googly eyes. I’m mostly kidding.” Roman rolls his eyes. “Unless Ken has insider info?”
“Fuck, no. I’m not talking about your twisted incest fantasy about my wi—ex-wife.” Kendall clears his throat. He doesn’t want to talk about Nisha at all. She’s only been talking to him through lawyers for two weeks and he fucking hates it. He wishes he could say he’s unfollowed her or hasn’t seen any of her new posts but he checks constantly. It’s unfair how great her legs look in her new swimsuit. He looked for Velasco in the background but didn’t see him anywhere. Her last paparazzi photos were with some female tech mogul getting lunch. Her new best friend or something.  
Logan comes aboard and things immediately get tense. Kendall listens as he voices his concerns about Naomi being there. He looks at Naomi and back at his son.
“You really had it, son. Beauty. Brains. Tough as nails. If this was her brothers’ company, she’d already have multiple plans.”
Kendall looks away. Does everyone want to talk about Nisha? “She’s in Martha’s Vineyard with them and the kids.”
“But she helped you with Washington?”
“uh, no. I-I uh Naomi was there.”
“She’s always been a killer. Might’ve had some good advice.”
Kendall takes a deep breath. Maybe he doesn’t know and he’s not actually forcing him to have this conversation to hurt him.
“We’re getting divorced, Dad.”
Logan raises his eyebrows. It’s the only sign of surprise he shows.
“You’re sure? You can’t fix it?”
“I don’t have a yacht for her to renovate.” He chuckles, forced. “I…it doesn’t matter. She’s seeing someone.”
“Hmm. The Mexican?” So, he does know. Kendall really doesn’t want to continue this conversation. Not with his father. Not with anyone.
“He’s not Mexican. He’s Guatemalan.” He shouldn’t even bother.
“Whatever. She fucking him?”
“Yeah.” 
Logan tuts before raising his hand to Kendall’s shoulder. It almost touches him before he pulls away.
After agreeing to be the sacrificial lamb, Kendall stares at Nisha’s number. He wants her sharp eye and takes on the situation. He wants her advice. She would’ve never let him do this. She would’ve throttled him for even thinking it. Then she probably would’ve knocked Logan overboard. Yeah, she’d definitely do that. He wants to smell her perfume as she holds him. He wants her voice. He wants her so badly. Fuck, how did he get here? 
He continues this debate on the jet.  Men on death row get last requests, right?  She would be his. Greg is passed out. Not that he would want his advice on the matter. It’s late for her. No, it’s early. Either way, she has to be asleep. He can leave a voicemail. He can do that, can’t he? It rings once.
“Hello?”
Kendall shifts in his seat at the sudden sound of her voice. His heart beats a little faster and he inhales sharply.
“Kendall?” She just woke up.
“Uh, yeah. Sorry. I-uh, hi.” 
“Hi. How’s the Mediterranean?”
“Well, uh, beautiful. You know?” He wishes he had taken her back to Mykonos. She deserved that. She loved it so much. 
“Mhmm.” She doesn’t sound angry. 
“We were good, yeah? Really good for a long time, you know?” He hears her sigh and continues. “Not just like you in law school. But after. Sophie. Iverson. Up until Shanghai even—it wasn’t all bad, right?” 
“Kendall…I don’t know where you’re going with this.”
“The…it wasn’t a secret that you were too good for me. Everyone knew. I knew. I just thought you might make be better.” He scoffs. “Not that I—I didn’t let you. Not all the time. But you still did. You never…stopped.”
“Ken. What is going on?” She sounds so worried. She’s still worried. Of course, she is.
“I have a press conference.  At 8 am in New York. Y-You should watch it.”
“All right.” 
“Okay. Thanks.”
“I gotta go. But yeah, you should watch it. Bye.”
The conversation ends leaving Nisha stunned in the bed at Ramesh’s vacation home. She knows something’s horribly horribly wrong.  She has to get back to New York.  It’s 6 am. She wakes up Ramesh and explains the strange phone call. He knows about cruises. He knows how bad things are now and he knows Logan.
“Go. We’ll watch Sophie and Iverson.”
“Are you sure?”
“He’s unpredictable. They all are and you gotta be there for it. Even if it’s just to protect yourself from it.” 
Nisha throws her arms around her brother. He hugs her tight. She doesn’t know what is happening but she knows he will keep her and her family safe.
“Thank you.”
He just shakes his head. “Pack and get ready. I’ll get the jet prepared.”
Nisha does exactly as he says. She’s in the car watching as the press conference starts. Her heart drops hearing he is going to take the fall for Waystar. How did that make any sense? Someone much older should be taking the brunt of it. Was he going to jail? How could Logan do this to him? Did he hate his son that much? She’s going to be sick.
She lets out a shaky breath and keeps watching. She leans forward.  Her eyes widen and her mouth falls open as Kendall calls out Logan and his lies.
“Oh my god.”
Her heart hammers in against her ribs. He did it. He actually did it. How did he—what was going on? What did this mean?
“What the fuck…”
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celiastjamesoscar · 1 year ago
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Lol I would LOVE to have a Frank. A real cat Frank. My toxic trait is thinking that I could change Frank and make her like me... We talked a lot about Frank, but how is your dog doing?
...it did work. Kinda. I didn't give him the food but he got apology cuddles! I can't resist his adorable eyes and cute face!!
😱 DON'T EVEN PUT THAT THOUGHT INTO HER HEAD!!! I've had enough vomit in my bed to last me a lifetime. Whenever I see Nike and when I come back home I am acting like a kid that sees a puppy for the first time. She's getting all of my attention and cuddles!!!
Oh God, Grace. My love is unconditional but not having seen Scream Queens is a crime!! That show changed my life. It made me the person I am today. I'm still quotic that show nearly on the daily. How could you do this to me?? The pain. The betrayal. YOU NEED TO WATCH IT! It's seriously so fucking funny and even has a few good kills. Chanel and Denise are my spirit animals! Scream Queens is everything. All the other shows out there are just Ken. Grace, I will only be happy again once you watch that show!!
Since you're also not a fan of kids, I need to show you this...
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I saw these and immediately thought of Frank. https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJEevSWN/
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I don’t think anyone could fix Frank, but you are more than welcome to try! My dog is doing good! He’s getting his stitches taken out on the 6th and he cannot wait for that day to come. After he had his surgery, the vet told us he might be a bit lazy for the next week or so, but he’s had the zoomies the past 3 nights in a row 😭 this morning he had to break up a fight between Frank and my other cat, I bet you can’t guess which one started it
Even if it kinda worked, that still means it worked!! No one would be able to resist those adorable eyes and his pout!
NO MORE IDEAS FOR NIKE, GOT IT! She deserves all of the love and attention she can get
I know it’s a crime I haven’t seen Scream Queens, don’t remind me! The past 2 days I’ve been binging the Saw movies in my free time, but once I finish the series I will watch Scream Queens. The only thing I know about that show is that Emma Roberts is in it 😻
That inflatable thingy is actually a Saw trap but for kids, and I will die on that hill
WHY DID THEY KEEP ON WALKING AND PILING ON?!?
100% the kid’s fault, they had enough time to move
THE FACE PLANT 😭
FRANK DOES THE SAME THING WHEN YOU WAKE HER UP!!! I’ll have to get it on video for you the next time she does it; she acts playful and then BAM, she’s got a monster grip on your hand and is giving it bunny kicks while biting you
Surprisingly she doesn’t swipe at people, my other cat does that for her. But do not walk past her whenever she’s on top of the fridge, because she will push something off onto your head
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Pictures of her waiting for her next victim. The first one is her sniffing a basket to see if it’s perfect to push off and hit someone with
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winderlylandchime · 1 year ago
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2/2 It got to the Linds/Mel and Brian scene and he paused it, counted to 10 and started it again..’its cute that he hangs out with them like this. Can Mel MIND HER FUCKING BUSINESS FOR ONCE, i will literally pay her! *looks at me sincerely* i mean this in the most *makes a fist* ally way possible but this lesbian is pissing me the fuck off, SEE BRIAN THINKS JUSTIN KNOWS HE CARES SO LEAVE HIM ALO- why am i hearing violin music again?! Is this now a thing? *mocks ethans line about playing in d major or whatever* you have no idea how hard it is to watch you play while i am in between my pills. I should watched another half an hour to take them to watch this shit, maybe his goatee wouldn’t be so bad then. Justin..come on. OH HE MENTIONED HIS BOYFRIEND FINALLY! if you were his boyfriend, i wouldn’t be watching this show so stay in your fucking lane. CAN HE STOP THIS HAS TO BE HARASSMENT..oh my god, he would play for him? Like that one scene in Barbie where Ken’s play the guitar? THE GAYS ALSO HAVE THAT? I am on the verge of puke, he’d make love a couple hundred times. Dude, BRIAN!!!!!! WHAT IS THIS SHIT SHOW?! No offense my man, but you don’t give off a vibe that you could last..through all that…if anyone knows how it is to be fucked is justin. come on blondie, lets go home. I hate this pretentious asshole.’ ‘Wait Ben’s T cells went down..hold up what is that, let me do some research before I give my opinion *pulls up google and reads up about it* oh boy, that’s not a good thing. Benny boy, we are gonna be okay! Exactly mikey, stop putting people on this high pedestal! We as humans all suck. Anyway let’s go back to Brian and Justin because this is not how the episode was supposed to go, i had different plans for it! And once again NOBODY listened. I wish someone would listen to me’ ‘WHY IS THAT DUDES CD HERE? Justin, there is no way in hell that you actually like this type of music? Where is Brian? Brian come home, your boy is acting dramatic! OH BRIAN IS GONNA BUY FLOWERS! HES GONNA BUY HIM FLOW- oh for crying out loud! I can’t get a fucking thing! First Pickle guy dies, then nobody goes by my script and now this. What’s next?!’ He then proceeded to get up, get himself his pills, took the entire cigarette pack and went outside and before closing the balcony door her just went ‘don’t even think about bothering me.’
*looks at me sincerely* i mean this in the most *makes a fist* ally way possible but this lesbian is pissing me the fuck off
SEE BRIAN THINKS JUSTIN KNOWS HE CARES SO LEAVE HIM ALO- why am i hearing violin music again?!
Anon, your brother is all of us.
Ethan's whole "If I was your boyfriend" - buckle up friends, it never ends.
.oh my god, he would play for him? Like that one scene in Barbie where Ken’s play the guitar? THE GAYS ALSO HAVE THAT? NOW I'M IMAGINING ETHAN PLAYING PUSH ON THE VIOLIN. And you know what? A vast improvement.
Join the "hating this pretentious asshole" club. We hate it here.
I love that he google what it means that his T cells went down.
The almost-flowers scene... to be very fair to Brian, Justin has a canonical flowers allergy.
First Pickle Guy dies and then no one goes by my script. Oh Brother Anon, we're really in it now.
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cephalofrog · 1 year ago
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succession s4 e10
the finale
I want to get off mr. roy’s wild ride
- almost 1hr30? fuck dude
- feels like we’re back to the start
- kendall in the office about to sort out a big deal
- the final intro
- took me this long to realise the final shot not showing the kids’ faces is meant to show that they’re becoming like logan. since logan’s face isn’t shown through the entire intro
- I admit I don’t really know what shiv wants with tom at this point
- roman was the one at their mum’s! I thought so but wasn’t sure
- roman’s honestly looking alright considering how much he was beaten up
- is it gonna come down to the roman swing vote
- roman you did not win
- god dammit I swear if tom somehow wins by doing nothing
- poor shiv. she gets screwed so much
- kendall whenever anything happens: hey we could try making me ceo
- wow kendall your bid for ceo is so benevolent
- the unfortunate part is that I agree with him
- swimming in the sea at night gives me bad vibes
- 10/10 kendall impression. god I love the sibling moments
- they agreed on something! final episode and they finally managed it!
- more sibling stuff! god dammit it makes me happy. can’t wait to be dropped into an emotional abyss after this
- I hate kendall for that british accent
- gross roman
- jesus kendall. he drank so much of it
- it’s not gonna be alright, is it?
- are kendall and roman just fighting each other over one thing
- no stop giving me more sweet stuff. this is unfair
- kendall really is unbearably smug about this
- god. roman really finally like... not exactly developed but the true extent of the stuff under the surface really feels like it came out during these last few episodes. it’s good stuff.
- good luck kids. it’s not gonna end well.
- shiv???
- oh no
- shiv I get it but I don’t see what you get out of voting no
- god they’re fucking falling apart.
- they did effectively prove shiv’s point
- ken...........
- it’s done.
- tom wins by doing nothing!
- I don’t know enough about rich person procedures to know what exactly would happen with ken/rome/shiv here normally. I assume they’d be fine but maybe no private jets?
- shiv noooooooooo. leave him. run.
- damn.
- what an ending.
- definitely open ended but I think I like it that way. the final scene with the kids was heartbreaking but like... it’s true. they don’t have it. ken pretended for a while - shit, he even had me fooled - but he just doesn’t.
- I was thinking at the start of the episode “it’s gonna end with their infighting getting them all fucked right” and I wasn’t COMPLETELY right but like... it did end with all of them losing basically everything as far as the company went.
- in a way, it’s bittersweet. it’s what’s best for ken and rome (and would be best for shiv if she didn’t go back to tom), at least in my opinion as far as my tiny brain sees it. maybe I’m wrong and if business people are too bad at business they get ritualistically executed or something.
- man.
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bokuroskitten · 2 years ago
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᯽⸱៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ  Who's Little Sister? ; Pt. 2
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Warning: NFSW 18+ MONIRS DNI, age gap (Draken is in his late 20’s and owns the bike shop, reader is in their early 20’s in university), fem reader (takemichi’s little sister), crybaby/bimbo reader, angsty in the middle, Draken is very insecure of his ability to be in a relationship, slight exhibitionism (Draken fucks you while on call), multiple cream pies, messy make-outs, oral (m!receiving), mating press, squirting, lots of praise, aftercare, lots of pet names, it gets soft and passionate at the end, 
Word count: 9k ish 😳
Authors note: The long-awaited part 2 of “Who’s Little Sister.” I put my heart, soul, and pussy into this piece. I think it's my favourite thing I've ever written in all honesty, it very much encaptures how I think Draken’s and I’s relationship would start. God, I love him so much. It’s also the first time I've written anything remotely angsty though, and I can’t tell if it's lame or not LMFAO. Please, let me know what you think. This piece was also due for a collab, Messy Messy collab hosted by @keilily that is weelllll overdue, so I truly do apologize for the wait, Im a perfectionist at heart, especially for this piece. Constructive feedback, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. 
extra note: Listen to “Nothings gunna hurt you baby.” By Cigarettes After Sex during the last scene. It’s Kenny’s and I’s selfship song and help inspired me for the ending <3
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“Draken-Kun, are you coming tonight?” 
There was silence on Draken’s end of the phone as all the other males on-call waited for a response. Mikey was the first one to say something back, annoyance clear in his tone as he spoke directly into the receiver, making his voice sound much louder than necessary. 
“Oi, Ken-Chin, get off the phone if you’re just gonna ignore us.” 
“Sorry–” Draken finally responded, his voice seeming just a bit more… strained than usual. Not enough for the boys to notice until he grunted softly, what seemed to be creaking or something muffled in the background of his audio call. 
“You good, dude?” Mitsuya piped up, his own voice a little muffled due to a sewing needle between his lips but nothing like Draken’s. 
“Oh yea, fuckin peachy–” Draken breathed in response, his huff coming out as a soft laugh when a bit of sweat started to roll down his temple. 
If he was being honest, he wasn’t really paying attention to the call, how could he, when you, Takemichi’s precious little sister was underneath him, sprawled out and trembled as his cock drilled into you at a steady pace. You were biting down on your bottom lip so hard, Draken swore that blood would free itself soon from the delicate flesh, your eyes screwed shut as your pretty chest bounced with each thrust of his hips. You were trying so hard for him to be quiet, just like he instructed as soon as he picked up the phone. The attempt was adorable, considering how vocal you usually were for him. 
But Draken was twisted, he knew that deep down, so he just couldn’t help himself when he angled his hips just right so his cock head would jab right into that gummy sweet spot within your walls. You yelped, pleasure shooting up your spine, only for the sound to be cut off by the smack of Draken’s free palm clamping over your mouth. 
“Who has a girl over~?” Baji piped up, suddenly very much interested in the conversation. Draken laughed shallowly into his receiver, his hand tightening up along your jaw as he continued to ram into the spot that made you see stars. You couldn’t even control your babbles when he did this, an endless stream of whimpers and sobs being muffled into his palm as you held onto his wrist for dear life. 
“Gotta go, Text me what time I needa be there–” Draken didn’t wait for a response from his friends. Instead, he hung up quickly, abandoning the device somewhere on the bed. When he released the hold on your mouth you whined at him, the tears finally spilling from your eyes. 
“K-Kenny, Kenny please– Please–!” 
“So fuckin loud pretty, all the damn time,” Draken says it with a grin, easily manhandling your thighs over his shoulders so he can fuck into you deeper. He presses a kiss to your ankle, right beside the anklet he bought you as your pussy flutters so desperately around his cock. 
“O-Oh! Please, Ken–!”
“Please what?” Draken grunts, his hips slapping up against yours ruthlessly now as his release comes dangerously close. He knew you weren’t far behind. Had learned your signs very early on. Your toes would curl, your eyes would get foggy, chest stuttering. Your pussy would milk him so tight and leave rings of arousal on his cock. 
And he loved every second of it. 
“Wanna cum, needa cum again–!” you pleaded with him, nails digging into the muscles of his flexing biceps. He nodded in agreement, his own voice becoming to horse due to the sheer squeeze of your pussy. Although his pace started to get sloppy he still fucked into you, one hand slithering between your sweaty bodies in order to massage ruthlessly at your clit. 
“Go on then, cum, make a fuckin mess f’me gorgeous.” He breathes, licking his lips when you throw your head back with a cry. The mess you make on his cock is breathtaking, arousal squirting from your used hole and dousing his hand, wrist and abs. He swears under his breath at the borderline painful grip your pussy has on his cock when you finish, one final thrust allowing him to spill ropes of cum right up against your cervix. 
Draken’s trembling when he falls onto his elbows over you, his breath coming out a bit shaky as his cock still twitches within your walls in the aftermath of both of your highs. He starts pressing wet, opened-mouthed kisses along your neck and face to help you come too, a soft chuckle leaving his lips when you whine softly. 
“You okay baby?” His voice is a whisper, and as the energy slowly comes back to you he smooths his palm over your cheek, thumb swiping under your eye to pick up leftover tears. You nod, one of your trembly hands lazily dragging through his black locks of hair. “Mhm, m’good, Kenny. Help me sit up?” He does, one big palm on the back of your neck to help you to sit up against the headboard. 
He presses a smooch to your lips before easing himself out of you, both of you wincing softly from the loss of contact. It’s only when he pulls out completely and his softening cock falls against his thigh that he realizes just how big of a mess the two of you made of yourself and the sheets. It makes him swell with pride, a grin slowly curling on his lips. 
You’ve come a long way, from the sweet girl who was just learning to cream on his cock to the messes you’ve made on his bed on the daily. 
“M’gunna get a cloth.” He says, handing you a glass of water and your phone as soon as he stands to keep you occupied. His muscles are still a bit tingly as he stands, arms stretching up and above his head as he heads towards the bathroom. 
“Nice butt!” You call out, making him snort softly as he stands before the bathroom mirror. He can’t help but admire the marks you’ve littered across his neck and chest, the cute little bruises reminding him of the shape of your puckered lips. He then examines the nail marks you’ve left along his forearms and shoulders, some of the red pathways breaking in the middle to show little droplets of blood. Lastly, he sighs dreamily at the sheen of your arousal that coats his pelvis, a ring of white still layered at his base. 
Man knew he was in heaven. 
When he came back to the bedroom after tidying himself a bit, as well as with a cloth in hand you were on the phone with someone, giggling into the receiver and looking up at Draken with a playful glint in your eye. 
“I’ll actually meet with you later, m’with my boyfriend right now~” Despite the way your giggling increased and you squealed to your friend about how you’ve mentioned him before with such excitement, Draken was anything but that. 
His chest tightened up, crease forming between his brow. Boyfriend? When did that become his title? 
“Kennnnnny~” You snapped him out of his thoughts, though his brows stayed furrowed. “Hurry! The mess is only getting bigger over here.”
One hand was planted on the mattress as he gently wiped the dampened towel over your pussy and thighs, your hand coming to cover his, making him pause in your tracks. “Shouldn’t scowl so much, handsome.” You murmur it gently, thumb gently smoothing between his brows in an attempt to fix the crinkles there. “You’ll get wrinkles~”
“You called me your boyfriend–” His voice was blunt, which took you by slight surprise. A little pout formed on your swollen lower lip as you subconsciously squeezed at his wrist. 
“Well, yea–”
“We haven’t talked about that.” He was still being blunt as ever, so much so it almost startled you, made you feel much smaller under him as he sat up on his hunched, throwing the soiled cloth into the laundry bin. 
“I-I know…” You simply muttered, chest started to feel tight as you watched just how serious his face had become. He was tugging his strands of black hair into a low bun when you sat up a bit more, fingers gently brushing over his chest. “But I just thought, thought that we were together…”
And it wasn’t wrong for you to think that way. Ever since that first night at Draken’s apartment the two of you had been secretly hanging out. You went out to restaurants, and the local arcade took his bike to the mountainside and watched the sunset. The two of you had bought little things for one another, like the gold anklet that sat pretty on your ankle and the hello kitty keychain that was currently attached to his bike keys. You even made sure to turn off your location so Takemichi couldn’t see just how often you were having sleepovers at Draken’s place. 
You two did the things that couples did together. You two did the things that you saw Takemichi and Hina do on the regular. Dare you even say, you did things with Draken that he and Emma used to do–
Plus, he was fucking you every chance he got. 
“Well, maybe you shoulda thought about talkin to me about it first before you go squealing that I’m your boyfriend.” His tone was harsher than he wanted it to be, a tone he usually used with his friends but never really with you. It had you suck in a soft breath, suddenly feeling very exposed curled up in nothing but his bedsheets. 
“You don’t have to be so mean–” 
“M’not being mean, I’m being realistic. It ain’t cute to just assume I’m your boyfriend when we haven’t talked about anything official.” He was off the bed now, tugging up his boxers. When you didn’t respond he sighed. “We hang out and fuck around, why do we need to be more than–” 
When he turned around again to look you in the eye his own voice caught in his throat. Your eyes had gotten wide, a glossy layer of tears hiding the usual beautiful shine your gaze held. Your lower lip was trembling softly, fingers clutching onto the covers so tightly he noticed how your knuckles turned white. 
“Hey–” 
“M’gunna go.” You interrupted, the crack in your tone only making his heart plummet harder in his chest. As you got to your feet, his blanket securely wrapped around you he grabbed both your shoulders. 
“Hey, don’t be like that (Y/N), you don’t even have a ride–” 
“Gunna call Michi.” You slipped out of his grasp by tucking yourself out from under his hands, bending to grab at your clothes scattered across the ground. 
“Like hell you are. We’re not telling him about us, remember what happened last time?” Draken could still hear the boy's ruthless comments after that first night, the crack of Baji’s fist against his jaw– 
“Don’t care, wanna go home.” Your muttering had gotten softer, ready to slip into the bathroom and shut the door right in his face. 
“Would you stop being such a brat?” Draken grabbed at your arm this time, tugging it back towards him. He himself hadn’t expected it to be so forceful, the little squeak you released and the falling of tears instantly making him let go of you. You both stared at each other a little shocked, Draken’s breath froze in his throat and his fingertips went a bit cold as you looked at him. 
Teary-eyed, shrunken in. Scared. Were you scared of him? 
Without a word, you finally went into the bathroom, and it was only then that Draken let out his frustrated breath, cheeks feeling hot as he clenched his fists up at his sides. Fuck, what the fuck was happening right now. He hated this nonsense, hated just how frustrated he felt, hated that look on your face, hated that he couldn’t even really understand what emotions were running through his head. 
Why was he mad anyway? Why was any of this really a big deal? 
He used his own phone to call you a cab, knowing you wouldn’t actually call Takemichi to pick you up. You had also gotten an ear full after getting caught, and as much as you trusted your brother, the last thing you needed right now was a lecture. You stayed locked in the bathroom until Draken gave the wood a gentle knock with his knuckles. 
“Cabs here…” He murmured. You didn’t look at him when you walked out, eyes bloodshot and downcast and when slipped past him fully clothed. He watched from the ledge of his bed, jaw set rigid as you so casually adjusted your bag over your shoulder, now a little overfilled with the stuff you had started to accumulate in his bathroom. Something slipped from your fingertips onto his kitchen counter before you made a beeline for the door, Draken only getting up when it closed firmly behind you. 
He approached slowly, that odd feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach seeming to grow, expanding into his chest as he noticed the subtle twinkle on the countertop. It was the anklet he bought you, dainty, gold, shiny, his initials hanging from the small tag. 
“Fuck—“ His emotions boiled over into anger, face red when his fist connected with the drywall. A crack formed in the white fall, his knuckles taking on a deep purple almost instantly as he pulled his clenched fist back to his side. Instead, he let his forehead rest in the dent he just made, thoughts spiralling, making his heart pound in his chest. 
Had he really just done that? Made a big deal over nothing? Put his hands on you? And for what? 
You called him your boyfriend… was that really… so wrong? 
Was he really so set on “not being a sister fucker”, did he really care so much about what the boys thought, what people said about him, that he was willing to let you go? 
He wasn’t sure how long he stayed leaned up against the wall like that, thoughts running wildly through his mind, making it pound. Eventually, when his eyes started to get sore, narrowing down in an attempt to hold back unwanted angry tears he moved back to his room to plop himself down into bed. And he didn’t get up for the rest of the evening. 
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It had been a week. 
One whole week since you had left Draken’s apartment, and the two of you had not spoken since. Day three was when Draken caved and texted you, considering you had turned your location off for him so he couldn’t check up on you from time to time. 
“Are you okay? Please, we need to talk.” 
Radio silence. The message was left unread by you. He even sent another the day after, just a quick message but a little more firm than the last. 
“Don’t shut me out like this.” 
And still, nothing. It was killing Draken from the inside out. Each day that passed made him more anxious than the last. Were you okay? Did you hate him now? Were you crying to your brother? Draken couldn’t ask Takemichi about you, cause he didn’t even know you two were a thing in the first place. But every time he saw his black-haired friend his heart would stutter, tightening up in his chest. 
You laughed just like he did. Were you laughing right now? 
Draken had a bad habit of letting things like this consume him. Almost everything seemed to remind him of you or something the two of you had done and it was driving him a little crazy. And all because you had called him your boyfriend. 
All because Draken was afraid to commit to someone again despite his need to do so. All of his friends always thought he was so mature, and yet here he was, working through feelings that were staring him right in the face like some teenage boy. 
He kept his headphones in at the shop, his body hunched slightly on the stool he set up beside the bike he was currently repairing. The music was loud, drowning out not only the background noise but his thoughts that seem to repeat themselves over and over. His brows were slightly furrowed when he lifted from the busted engine only a moment, just enough to wipe away excess sweat that built up on his brow. 
That’s when he caught a glimpse of you. It made his heart pause mid-beat, breath hitching in his throat. He caught the last bits of you as you rounded the corner that led up the stairs, probably in search of Takemichi But that didn’t matter. 
Draken found himself scurrying from his seat, the stool skidding from under him as he was quick to follow suit. With long strides, he made it to the stairs and there you were, hand on the railing, one of those cute little skirts he loved hugging your waist just right. He called out to you, twice actually, quickly pulling his headphones from his ears when you actually turned to look at him. 
“Hey–” 
“I won’t be long.” You simply responded, voice sounding much too sad for Draken’s liking. He noticed how your hand tensed up on the railing when he approached and it made him frown. “I’m just grabbing something for Michi–”
“I wanna talk to you.” He took another step, a tentative one. He hated how your eyes were already getting a little glassy. “Let’s just talk, sweetheart.”
“Don’t wanna talk, Ken.” There was that familiar shake in your tone, the one he had become very aware of. You were just like your brother in so many ways.
His sweet little crybaby. 
“C’mere…” He was on the step right in front of you now, the levelling allowing him to lean down just a bit so his face could be close to yours. You took your time meeting his gaze, fingers now fidgeting with the hem of your skirt. “It’s okay…” 
“You–” He could tell you were trying to gather your bearings, trying so desperately not to crumble and let the tears fall that were already sitting in your lashes. He was patient with you, scared that if he went in too strong you’d just run off from him again. You sucked in a shaky breath before continuing. “You really hurt me, Draken.” 
He could have hissed, chest getting a little tight. He hated the way that nickname sounded coming from you. 
“I know, I know baby and–” 
“Do you not wanna be my boyfriend? I thought you liked me.” 
“I do like you–”
“Then be my boyfriend.” It had been a bit more firm than he expected, your brows set and a little pout on your lips after you spoke it. Had things been a little different, he would have told you just how proud he was of you for standing your ground like that. 
“It’s not, it's just not that simple.” It was his turn to think his words over, lips catching between his teeth as those doubtful thoughts started returning to him. He was right, wasn’t he? It wasn’t that simple because– 
“Why not?” You were being blunt again, words bordering on angry as you sniffled. The first few tears finally fell and Draken wanted nothing more than to wipe them away. 
“Well to start, there’s your brother–” 
“I don’t care what Michi thinks!” You groaned it out as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I wanna be with you, Ken–” 
“But–” He really hated that he couldn’t seem to find the right words. 
“What are you so afraid of?”  
That really made Draken stop, eyes widening just a bit as he looked back into your teary ones. Your chest was heaving a bit as the silence sat heavily between the two of you. Draken blinked, once, twice, brain reeling over this one simple question. 
Draken had been in many fights, grew up in a brothel, seen blood and gore and sex and a lot of things people shouldn’t see. He wasn’t scared any of those times. So, why now? Why was he so scared now as he looked into your eyes that were basically pleading with him for an answer. 
“I–” His words were shaky, and finally broke the intense gaze the two of you were sharing as he looked down. “I dunno.” 
There was another beat of silence before you continued up the staircase. Draken only looked up when he knew you were at the top, far enough away from him that he didn’t have to feel like your gaze was piercing him. He wished that he didn’t look though, wished that he hadn’t seen that sad smile on your lips. 
He never wanted to see that ever again, not on you. 
“I hope I’ll still be around when you figure it out.” 
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Drake wasn’t sure how much time had passed now since he had seen you. The first few days he refused to even think about that interaction on the stairs. That sad smile of yours easily pulls his heart apart and thinking back on it only made him more and more pissed at himself. 
So instead of thinking of you, he filled his time with work. He found himself opening and closing the shop, despite Inui trying to make him go back to their balanced schedule. He took on more projects, burying himself under the weight of grease and bolts instead of dealing with the weight that now sat in his chest.
You hadn’t come back to the shop yet either, he had a feeling you’d never come back. 
What got Draken out of work early one night was a call from Mitsuya. He called twice before Draken reluctantly picked up the phone, the annoyance clear in his tone as he held the phone to his ear with his shoulder. 
“Ya know m’working–” 
“Well, you sound just delighted to hear from me~” Mitsuya hummed, chuckling when he heard Draken’s grunt from the other end of the phone. Mitsuya was organizing threads by colour when he spoke. “Come over tonight?” 
“I don’t feel like partying,” Draken answered back right away. What he meant though was that he didn’t wanna go in case Takemichi was there because then he would only remind him of– 
“It’s not gonna be a party doofus, it’ll just be us two.” Draken made a look of disgust, more so at the insult than anything else. “Just come.” 
“I have shit to do here–” He was trying his best to get out of this, but if anyone could see through Draken’s bullshit, it was Mitsuya. 
“You’ve locked yourself in that damn shop for the past week, I know you can make a little time to go out. Let Inui close tonight.”
“Nah, it’s my night.” It wasn’t.
“Bet you haven’t even showered.” 
“Oh fuck off–” Draken grunted, sniffing himself only because Mitsuya wasn’t there to give him the side-eye. He scowled softly to himself when the scent he picked up coming from his overalls was far from pleasant. “Will you quit nagging me if I come, mom?” 
“Absolutely buddy.” Mitsuya was chuckling softly, rolling in his chair to pull back up to his sewing table. “See you at 7, doofus.” 
Draken wasn’t given the opportunity to snap back with something clever, the phone went dead right away. With a huff Draken resultantly found himself putting his tools away, tucking his overused workbench in its proper corner so he could head off to Mistuya’s. 
But not without a shower first. 
Draken’s hair was still damp when he headed for Mitsuya’s place. With how fast Draken sped his bike down the freeway, it only took about ten minutes tops. Draken lugged a case of beer with him up to the familiar walkway that belonged to Mitsuya’s townhouse. When he opened the door he still had his work glasses on, a lazy grin tugging on his features when he was met with the sight of Draken’s scowling face. 
“Would you look at that, he showered.”
Draken just rolled his eyes, nudging past Mitsuya and making himself at home. The two found themselves quickly situated on the couch, spread out on each end and open beers on coasters. Mitsuya had pulled out his old N64, so the two were currently in a round of Mario kart. The silence had been comfortable between the two, as it usually was until Mitsuay finally decided to speak up. 
“So, what's got you fucked up?” 
“What?” Draken said with a short laugh, his eyes staying glued to the tv screen. 
“You only get all solitary like this when something is really bothering you, so–” 
“Nothin’s up, m’good.” Draken simply grunted, which quickly turned into a scowl when Mitusya passed him for first place in the game. “Quit distracting me.” 
“Is it Takemichi’s little sister?”
Draken almost choked on his beer, finally looking away from the screen to look at Mitsuya who was still calm as ever. Only after he passed the finish line did he meet Draken’s gaze, one brow lifted up. 
“What about her?” 
“You were seeing her–” 
“I was not.” 
Now it was Mitsuya’s turn to laugh, a hearty one too that only made Draken’s brows furrow further. He pulled his glasses from his face, sighing out as he shook his head. 
“You think you’re so hard to read, but you’re not.” Mitsuya kept talking before Draken could bark at him. “I know you kept seeing her after that night.” 
“Okay, so?” Draken wasn’t sure why he was getting so defensive, maybe it was because it pissed him off that Mitsuya knew him better than he knew himself. 
“So, did you two break up?”
“We were never together.” Draken simply stated, going to start another round of Mario kart. But as soon as the words left his lips he hated the way they sounded, and now that they were out there, floating around his head it made him grip his controller a little tighter. 
“Oh, you weren’t?” Mitsuya said, that dumb smile of his making Draken shake his head, grit his teeth even. It was Mitsuya’s turn to scoff, tipping his beer back to polish it off. “You are such a fuckin doofus dude.” 
“Watch your mouth man–” 
“Why are ya doing this to yourself?” Draken sucked in a little breath. The silence hung in the air between them a little and Mitsuya rolled his eyes when he saw how Draken’s head tipped slightly to the side in confusion. He continued as he opened up another beer. “Why aren’t you letting yourself be happy? You can do commitment, you’ve done it before.” 
Draken felt a little frozen in place, eyes unfocused as he tried to process what Mitsuya had so obviously laid out for him. His heart started to pick up in his chest as he really thought it over, well at least tried to. “Yea, I did it before and look what happened.” 
Flashes of his relationship with Emma were impossible to ignore. How things went from wonderful to terrible so quickly. How the two of them became each other's world so fast for it all to crash and burn. The fighting, the lies, how he was so scared after he lost her but to also lose everyone he loved. His found family was all he had, and if they had decided to up and leave– 
“Sure, it was a bad breakup,” Mitsuya spoke with a simple shrug of his shoulders, looking at Draken’s pained face over the lip of his bottle. “But it didn’t stay bad, did it?” 
“Guess not…” Draken murmured. It didn’t. He didn’t lose his best friends, he didn’t even really lose Emma. After time apart and some growing up, the two had gone back to speaking terms. 
“So, let yourself be happy, dude.” 
“But she’s another little sister–” 
“Yea you have a type.” Mitsuya couldn’t help but laugh, especially after Draken sent his controller flying at him. Mitsuya thankfully caught it, holding a hand up in defence. “Relax! Im joking… The boys are gonna bug you about it, but Draken, who the fuck cares.” 
Draken slowly nodded at that, allowing himself to really think it all over. He had never been the type to care so much about what others thought about him. He was letting himself get in his head for something that was already over and done with. Rubbing his hand over his forehead, he picked up another beer, shaking his head as he twisted the top off to chug some of it down. 
“I hate you, you know that?” He mumbled to Mitsuya, which only made him laugh out loud in response. He clinked his bottle up against Draken’s. 
“Love you too buddy. You should really make up with her.” Draken eyed Mitsuya over the lip of his beer. “I assume you said some dumb guy shit to her.” 
Draken pouted, mumbling something along the lines of “maybe I did” before he took another drink. Looking down the stem of the bottle Draken sighed softly, thinking of that sad smile on your face. It made him scoff at himself. “I just– I’m not sure I’ll be able to treat her right, as her boyfriend.” 
“Well, she’s stuck around this long, hasn’t she?” Mitsuya started to set up another game of Mario Kart for the two of them as Draken nodded slowly. “I’m sure if she didn’t think you’d treat her right, she woulda left.” 
Those couple words were left lingering in Draken’s head the rest of the evening. Mitsuya didn’t bring it up again, and Draken didn’t dare to. But as he started to pass out on his friend's couch, he had one too many beers to be driving himself home, he really thought over what Mitsuya had said. What he knew was right. 
I’m sure if she didn’t think you'd treat her right, she woulda left. 
Draken chuckled softly to himself, his palm coming up to slap him right on the forehead. The sting made him hiss to himself, but it's what he deserved. He’d never admit it out loud, but sometimes he wished his brain worked the way Mitsuya’s did. 
“I’m such an idiot.” He spoke, and it was Mitsuya sleepy agreeing with him on the couch beside him that had him laughing all over again. 
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He knew you’d be finishing classes up on campus right now, had picked you up and dropped you off many times before to know that you’d be coming out of the big college building any minute now. He parked right out front, his hands dug deep into his pockets as he watched the door. His eyes scanned over many faces, all different kinds, all of them filtering through, onyx gaze trying to lock onto– 
You. 
You were in the middle of giggling, those familiar wrinkles showing up around the corners of your eyes, your pretty manicured nails holding the books you had tighter to your chest. The image made him smile fondly, lips upturned just a little when the two of you finally made eye contact. 
He was more than grateful that you returned the small smile. The darkest parts of him had conceived him; you'd simply walk right by him, or even turn around in the opposite direction. But instead, you excused yourself from your friends, who all couldn’t help but side-eye the older, imitating dude leaning on a motorcycle, dragon tattoo on full display with his hair pulled up in a loose ponytail. As you approach he speaks, unable to keep his eyes off your own. 
“Hey.” 
“Hi, Ken.” Just the way you say his name makes his heart flutter a little. He moves to the side, opening up the small compartment on his bike that’ll allow you to put your books inside. 
“Come with me?” He asks, and the momentary silence makes him feel more nervous than he had in a long time. You could say no, he could have taken too long. You could have already slipped right out of his fingertips and it would be all his fault– 
“Okay.” You simply reply, and your smile doesn’t falter. It stays as you tuck your books away, as he places his helmet on your bread and helps you adjust the straps. You in front of him on the bike just as you had on that first night he picked you up. His hands easily swallowed yours on the handlebars, and before you knew it the two of you were speeding off towards his place. You knew that because the route had become too familiar after the many times he’d whisked you away after school. Your heart was beating fast in your chest like it normally did when you rode on Draken’s bike. It filled you with a type of adrenaline you hadn’t been able to find anywhere else. 
That and the fact that his hands seemed to be holding yours tighter than usual. 
After a couple of sharp turns and uphill roads, you two made it to Draken’s apartment. He gave you your space as you two headed to his room a couple of floors up, his heart seeming to be in his throat. He needed to relax, he knew exactly what he had to say to you, knew what he had to do, and yet as he fiddled with his keys a bit to find the right one that opened his apartment, the familiar scent of your perfume was making his brain a little foggy. 
It was the warmth of your fingers that shook him from whatever haze he was in, the tips of his ears feeling a bit hot as your fingers easily tugged the right key, helped him slip it into the lock. “It’s this one, Ken.” You say it as if your presence alone isn’t making him weak at the knees. 
He just nodded, allowing you in first. Shoes were slipped off and the two of you found yourself in his kitchen. You stood right in the middle, your arms tucked neatly behind your back, hands clasped. He missed the way you used to make yourself at home, grabbing something from his fridge or sprawling out on his couch. 
He wanted you to be that comfortable again. 
“I really needed to see you.” He started, his voice a little hesitant. He cleared his throat, fingers once again in his pockets. He looked everywhere but at you, despite the way he felt your gentle gaze burning into him. “I needed, I just–” He huffed. “I really fucked up–” 
There was your familiar warmth again, but instead, you were grabbing at one of his hands. So easily your fingers threaded into his, and suddenly the weight in his tummy didn’t feel all that heavy as he looked down at you, those wide pretty eyes he had missed so fucking much. “You did kinda fuck up–” You murmur, which makes him huff again, this time with a hint of laughter behind it. “I know I did. I know.”
He pulled you in a little closer, and he was so very grateful that you weren't resistant. In fact, you melted into his chest, your face finding that familiar comfortable spot against his peck, cheek pressed up against where you felt his heartbeat, which was currently pounding in his chest. He sucks in another breath, one hand coming to gently pet your head. “I’m sorry, I’m real sorry sweetheart…” He feels the way you start to tremble and it eats at him, brows furrowing up. “Please, don’t baby, m’tryna apologize to you–” 
“Don’t be dumb like that ever again Ken.” Your voice waves and he knows you’re about to cry, but he doesn't stop you from speaking, if anything, your shaky words only make him hold you tighter, a fond smile coming to his lips. “Don’t leave me like that again. Next time, just talk to me. I-I know I’m younger and inexperienced b-but I know what I want and that's you–” 
That's when he finally stops you, one big palm cupping your cheek. He tilts your head up, thumb smoothing over your cheekbone before he's pressing a smooch to your lips. You both seem to relax against the embrace, and when he feels a salty tear hit his thumb he swipes it away, lips parting from your just enough so he can murmur against them. 
“I know, lil love. I know.” When your lower lip trembles a bit a smile breaks out on his lips. One that makes the corner of his lips twitch, little wrinkles showing up around his eyes. His hands cup your neck so gently, thumbs pressing up against the underside of your jaw. He murmurs again, this time his words slurred along with your breathy, soft whimper. “I want you too…” 
This time the kiss is desperate, needy. Your fingers turn white at the knuckles when you grip at his shirt, lips moulding against his own. Draken’s tongue is impatient, slithering into your open mouth and reexploring the warm cavern that is your mouth. He huffs when your chest presses flush to him, and with ease his big hands cup your thighs, scooping you into his embrace. Your legs cling to his waist without a thought, the giddy giggle bubbling from your lips and against his own making a bit of blush rise on his cheeks. 
Oh, how he missed that sweet, sweet sound. 
Draken tries not to trip over himself as he carries you off to his bedroom, his back hitting up against the door at the same time your teeth playfully tug at his bottom lip. He drops you down and the bounce of your body has both of you a little too excited, Draken’s shirt easily coming off as he tugs it up over his head. 
“Lemme show you how badly I want you, baby.” His voice has already gotten deeper, and as his big hand comes to cup the back of your neck to pull you in for another kiss he’s a bit surprised when both your palms press against his chest, pushing him away an inch.
Surprised and panicked. Was he moving too fast, did you think he was just using you in your vulnerable moment? Had he really fucked up so soon again– 
His breath left him in a huff when his back hit the mattress, your body rolling over him. He blinked a few times as you straddled him, palms pressed against his chest and your face heated. He could tell that a flush was working its way up to your cheeks when you looked down at him, your body slowly scooting down from his waist to his hips. 
“No, let me s-show you.” Despite just how nervous you were, Draken could tell by the way you chewed on your lower lip, how your fingers trembled a little, undoing his belt and zipper, his cock still twitched with excitement underneath you an odd sense of pride flowing through him. 
You had come a long way, from the virgin he met all those months ago. He had just been the biggest idiot and here he was, pushing his hair from his face so he could watch how your pretty little hands handled his semi-hard cock with such care. How you looked at him first, batted your lashes when you leaned in and pressed the sweetest of kisses right to his tip. 
“Oh fuck—“ 
Yea, he was never letting you go again, ever. 
You took a deep breath through your nose before taking his tip between your lips, your eyes never leaving his dilated ones. He propped himself up on an elbow, free hand easing the hair away from your face. It was a sight that would be burned into his mind forever. Wide doe eyes, hand barely wrapped around his fat base, pretty lips suckling away at his tip. 
“You’re gonna be the fuckin death of me.” Draken chuckles breathlessly, and the little glint in your eyes tells him you would have smiled had your lips not been preoccupied. He kept his hand gentle on the back of your head as you slowly took more of him, your tongue flattening out against his underside. His head tilted back in a groan at your steady pace, the warmth of your mouth making his skin prickle with pleasure. His fingers curled in your hair just a bit, enough to hold him back from jerking his hips into you, make you gag– 
He’d save it for another time. 
“Atta girl…” He murmured, chest rising and falling a little faster as you gained your rhythm. Your eyes peaked up at him again, before you got back into it, cheeks hollowing as you took as much of him into your mouth as possible. You reached about halfway, which Draken noticed made your brows furrow up. 
“S’okay, we’ve got plenty of time to make it fit, keep going.” He encouraged, and you listened, head continuing to bob faster, sloppier. Draken could feel your drool dribbling down his shaft and onto his balls and it made him shiver. It didn’t help that your ass was up high, practically swaying like an excited little puppy just to be sucking him off. Swearing under his breath a moment as his balls suddenly felt all too tight, he pulled you off his cock, the pornographic pop of your lips making him grunt, you whine. The string of drool connecting your swollen lips to his cock was thick, and when it snapped onto your chin Draken could feel himself getting lightheaded. 
“W-Why did you–” He silenced your whining with another fierce kiss, and without hesitation you were manhandled back into his pillows, flat on your back. He has no problem working your soiled panties off your thighs, deciding to just tuck the extra material of your skirt into the waistband “Felt fucking awesome.” Your panties are tossed right over your shoulder, a cute yelp leaving you when he hauls both your thighs up, over his shoulders. “But I wanna cum in this pretty pussy.” 
From this position your pussy was split wide open for him, your clit poking out and throbbing from under the hood. He sighed, content, pausing his previous actions to lean in, pressing the softest of kisses right up against your clit. 
“My pretty pussy.” His soft touch is gone, replaced with his burning desire to claim you again. A few rubs of his cock against your slicken folds, along with your drool is enough to get his cock wet enough to slip in. His breathing hitches once his head makes it past the tight ring of your muscles, the squeeze vice-like just from the simple intrusion. 
“K-Ken–” 
“Shh, I know.” He coos, hunching over you. With your thighs on his shoulders, his shifting has you in a mating press, a position that all too knew and is making your head spin. Your tummy folds the closer he gets to you, the pad of his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your clit while the other intertwines with the hand you had gripping the sheets close to your head. “S’always gonna be a lil tight, isn’t it babygirl.” 
You’re already moaning in a wonton fashion, eyes struggling to stay open as he rocks his cock head in and out, his thumb working at your nub. When your pussy starts fluttering for him he works in a few more inches, needy sounds spilling into each other mouth due to his lips staying inches away from your own. “Gonna take it all f’me? Be my good girl?”  
You nod, and when you look at him again your eyes have that familiar glassy sheen he’s grown to love. He kisses you right under the eye before with one good push his cock is all the way inside. The sound you make is downright sinful, something between a cry and a mewl and it has Draken’s cock twitching within the tightness of your cunt. It makes his vision go a little stary, the growl he releases vibrating through his chest. 
“Good fucking girl.” The slap of his hips into your ass resounds throughout the room, squelching soon coming from between your bodies. In this position his cock nuzzles your sweet spot, seeming to reach down deep, into parts of you that you didn’t even realize existed, and it quickly has you falling apart, babbles freely spilling from your lips, tears wetting your hot cheeks. Draken is quick to kiss them away, his fingers tightening around yours as he puffs hot pants along your face. 
“D-Deep~!” You manage to squeak, and Draken has to crack a grin, his hips suddenly stopping their brutal pace just so he can roll them instead. That had you gasping, drool spilling from your hung lips as you look up at him with a gaze that's already beyond fucked out. “S’real deep baby, s’good though yea?” 
You nod, fresh tears on your lashes. “Only the best for my baby.” He utters, hips switching back and forth between rutting and grinding. He’s convinced you’ve already cum on his cock, the amount of slick bubbling around his shaft and the tightness of your walls are his hints, but he keeps going, needing to fill you up after so long. Despite your cries, he brings his hand back to your clit, his rubs becoming sloppy. He only releases your hand to cup the back of your neck instead, keeping your foreheads pressed together. 
“Eyes on me, lil love.” You do manage to open your teary eyes, meeting his dilated pupils. “Good, good girl.” His body starts to twitch, broad shoulders rippling and his thighs starting to tremble as his own release quickly builds in his gut. “I– fuck. Baby, I love you, pretty–” 
And despite just how dumbed out you were moments before, those words seem to bring some clarity to your eyes. Your fingers tangle into his sweaty hair, gripping it at the roots for your sanity. The pleasant little laugh you let out and breathe against his lips makes his heart jump against his ribcage. 
“I love y-you Ken, love you so much, Kenny–” 
His climax hits him hard, the full-body chill he experiences making goosebumps rise along his spine as he fills you up. The feeling of his warm, thick cum is enough to have you coming undone right along with him, the sensation being yet another new one when liquid seems to gush past your little hole. It makes Draken’s balls tighten up instantly, the warm splash of your arousal onto his fingers that still gently coax pleasure out of your clit. And he can’t help but grin, a boyish grin that quickly turns into a grunt. “Fuck, fuckin squirtin on me, how cute.” 
He doesn’t pull out, he can’t. He needs to be close to you, keep your limp body tucked carefully underneath him. You’re too far in to even notice the mess, your whines and whimpers dwindling down into soft breaths as he turns to his side, keeping you in his chest. His cock slowly softens in your walls, and even then, Draken’s keeps you glued to him as you both come down, tremors and pants still coming over both of you. 
“Sweetheart.” He murmurs, face nuzzling up against your temple. When he gets a whine in return he holds you closer, careful to ease your face away from his chest so he can cover your tear-streaked face in kisses. “You’re okay, my baby…” 
Draken is usually more responsible than this. Then to let you two doze off without a proper clean-up. But feeling your soft heartbeat against his, your fingers still lost in his hair, your lips pressed right up into the crook of his neck and puffing soft ait, he just couldn't bring himself to let go. He didn’t want to let go now, or ever. Keeping you here, wrapped in his embrace, he was certain that you’d be there tomorrow morning too, with that beautiful smile he had fallen stupidly, hopelessly, in love with. 
Fuck it. He was taking on the little sister fucker title with pride. 
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“Kenny, your hand is sweaty.” You murmur, trying to hold back your laughter when he shoots you a glare, pulling his hand away from you and dramatically rubbing it along his jeans. 
“Fine, just won’t hold your hand. brat” He grumbles, and that sets you over, wrapping your arms around him mid-walk to press small kisses along his collar bones. 
Draken hadn’t felt this nervous ever, in his entire life (this was a lie, he’s just dramatic as ever). The two of you were only steps away from your place, the same place you and Takemichi lived in together. Everyone was there, the entire found family, and you two were now official…
He was getting flashbacks of the group chat, his friend's ruthless behaviour, the way Takemichi hadn’t talked to him for one whole week, and the sweet satisfaction Baji got when he got one free punch to his jaw for Takemichi’s sake. 
“Maybe we can tell them next week, or over a call. Whattya think lil love,” Draken murmured, his face hiding in your hairline. Your sweet laughter sent that familiar warmth through his chest, and one good tug on his hand had him reluctantly walking back towards the house. “You’ll be fine.” You say with a smile, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand. “We’re gonna do it together.” 
When you hopped up onto the front step, Draken’s eyes trailed down to the sweet dangling sound that was the anklet looped around your ankle. The gold one, with his initials, right where it belonged. The sight had him calming a little, brows furrowed in the way they usually did when he became focused. “Right, together.” 
“Michi-nii!” You call out once the two of you enter the house, the sound of music and chatter already filling the front entrance. Draken holds your hand a little tighter as if he had been entering a place he’d never been before. 
“Living room!” Takemichi calls out, surrounded by founding members of toman, each huddled around the kotatsu table that was covered in snacks, beers, and cards. Oddly enough the chatter died down as Takemichi was dealing out for another round, a laugh leaving his lips. 
“You guys gonna take this round seriously–” It was Mikey’s elbow into his ribs that silenced him, a little puff escaping his lungs. He was about to complain when his eyes were brought to what everyone seemed to be staring at. 
And that was you, beaming smile and all, with your hand held tightly by Draken’s, who couldn't seem to make eye contact with anyone. 
“Hi Michi~ Hi everyone! What are ya–” 
“Finally.” Mitsuya was the first to mutter, leaning back further into his spot on the couch. “Chifuyu, you owe me 20 bucks, told you they’d come out today.” 
“No fair!” Chifuyu blurted out, grumbling when he reluctantly pulled bills from his pocket. Pah and Peh were the first to start laughing, clinking their beers together.” 
“Wait, you knew? How?” Mikey questioned Mitsuya, who triumphantly took the money from Chifuyu with a laugh of his own. Kazutora was even starting to crack up, hiding his smirk behind his beer. 
And despite all the commotion, Takemichi sat dumbfounded, eyes glued to yours and Draken’s intertwined hands. When he did finally speak, it only made the group that much rowdier. 
“Well, what the fuck is this–” 
“Time for another punch,” Baji said with that signature grin of his, basically hoping from his spot on the couch. 
“Wait wait!” You said, your pout only stirring the pot further. “No one is punching anyone! We’re–”
“We are dating,” Draken said, eyes a bit narrowed as he spoke. “We’re dating, Takemichi, I wanna date your sister, and I’m gonna.” 
There was another round of silence in the room, but it didn’t last, not when Pah mumbled under his breath. 
“Classic sister fucker–”
“Well, you could have at least asked first?!” Takemichi was dramatic as ever, tears swelling up in his eyes at the thought of his precious little sister being tarnished by the big, mean, scary man that was Draken. He let go of your hand then, being just as dramatic as Takemichi if not more so “I did ask, I just asked in front of everyone.” 
“But you’re already dating, have been a while no…?” Classic Mitsuya, stirring the pot and making everyone act up yet again. 
“Now why would you say that you ass–”
“C’mon Michi, I’ll punch him again for you, one good punch like last time–” Baji was punching at the air for emphasis. 
“Sister fucker behaviour,” Peh said with a shake of his head, only making Pah laugh harder. 
And amidst the bickering and nonsense that always seemed to break out between the boys, you took a seat next to Mikey, taking the Taiyaki he had to offer you with a little huff. He noticed the anklet, observant as ever as you rolled your eyes when Takemichi actually started crying, something about you losing your innocence. 
“He’ll treat you right.” You looked at Mikey, who spared you a small smile and a pat on the head. “Draken–”
“I know!” You responded happily, eyeing him as he held Baji back, the nerves he was feeling earlier long gone. You took a bite of the Taiyaki and giggled. 
“I can’t wait to be with him, forever <3 !”
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