#ryuguji ken x you

[ohmykiyo]

🪦 title ; tracing over their tattoos w/ tr boys genre ; lowercase intended characters ; draken, kazutora, rindou, ran, hanma 🗝️ jeilly's notes ; i'm in love with the tr series, so might as well start writing for them reqs are open!

DRAKEN sighs tiredly as he leans impossibly closer to your touch. he's so out of it, he doesn't notice the way you cradle him as if he's the most fragile thing known to mankind.

he doesn't know why you treat him as if one wrong touch from you will cause him to shatter. he's not a child, he's not glass.. he's toman's number two for god's sake.

but the way you drag your fingers across the tattoo on his temple, he can't help but melt.

you trace it, eyes closed, letting out small breaths.

you've memorized every twist and turn of the tattoo, it's almost muscle memory.

you can't help but allow your fingers to leave a feather-like trail of your touch.

draken hums contentedly.

if there's one place he'd have to choose to stay in forever..

it would be here.

on your chest.

with your fingers tracing along the black color inked into his skin.

KAZUTORA feels like he's still asleep, living in a dream. how could he believe that you, of all people, became his most prized possession.

he doesn't believe he deserves an ounce of your affection.

an ounce of your love.

he doesn't believe he deserves you at all.

but the way you caress his neck, fingers combing through his blonde layered hair, whispering sweet nothings into his ear..

he can't help but pray that this isn't a dream.

he prays and prays.

until he feels your soft fingers trail along the tattoo on his neck.

he flinches.

you notice.

but you continue to trace along the perfect ink.

every turn and swirl, you trace over them.

your touch leaves him breathless. it leaves him craving for more.

he presses sweet kisses along your collarbone, shivering at the feather-light touch of your fingers.

RINDOU was always second-best to everyone else. he was never just "rindou", he was always "ran's brother".

so, when he met you.. imagine the shock plastered all over his face when you mumbled the sweetest greeting he's ever heard, "oh, hi rindou."

you didn't call him "ran's brother" you called him rindou. just rindou.

now he lays in your shared bed, lying on top of your warm body, cheek smooshed into your chest.

he's calm.

the way you caressed his arms, humming a random song, he feels at home.

but the way your fingers glide over the matching tattoo he has with his brother, he can't help but shiver under your touch.

your nails scratch over the ink gently, sending a shiver up his spine.

he can't help it, but every time you map out every line, every turn..

he falls in love all over again.

the touch of your soft fingers compared to his calloused ones lulled him to sleep.

and that became his favorite way to fall.

in your arms, fingers gliding over the pigmented ink, and your sleepy eyes shimmering so brightly at him.

RAN was having the hardest day at work.

he came home mumbling little complaints here and there, not even acknowledging his pretty girl who's eyeing him intently.

you know these days are always the hardest for him.

so what's better than having him sprawled out over your body, laying gentle kisses on your soft skin?

he smiles, finally dumping his whole weight onto you.

he doesn't notice it at first.

but your fingers trailed lightly over the dark colored drawing inked into his skin.

his lets out a shaky sigh, mumbling into your chest about how it "feels good".

you chuckle at the vibrations of his voice, sending your chest a little tickle.

you continue.

dragging your fingers over the pretty lines on his arm.

mapping every single turn and twist, engraving it into your memory.

it doesn't take long for it to pull ran into the best nap he's ever had.

HANMA runs to you after beating the shit out of a random member of an opposing gang.

he runs to you, a big grin visible on his lips.

you roll your eyes, arms crossing over your chest while an uptight expression makes its way to your face.

you hated it when your boyfriend got into fights.

you hated it because he would run back to you, bruises covering his pretty face.

and you hated it because he would return with dark marks all over his knuckles.

he slumps his body over yours, dipping his head into the crook of your neck.

you were mad. of course you were. but how could you ever deny your sweet boy access to your affection?

you sigh, nudging him away gently before taking both his hands.

examining the dark bruises and small cuts, you frown.

bringing both hands up to your lips, you press a sweet kiss to each bruise and cut.

hanma watches you in awe, his heart swelling at the sight.

his heart swells even further at the way your thumb rubs against the dark color inked into the back of his hand.

you caress it gently, your finger following the trail of lines.

he definitely thinks he should start fights more often if that means he gets to see you trace over his tattoo over and over again.

[drakendaydreams]

~ Kinktober Day 4 - Ken "Draken" Ryuguji ~

A/N: I know last year was a little off since I got super busy before Kinktober started and didn't have nearly as much time as I'd have liked to get those pieces out for you guys... but we're starting this year off strong with some Kenny. And this year the collaboration is between all of my blogs so it's gonna be a little different. Remember, if you want to be added to the taglist your age must be in your bio or easily found on your page. The taglist is open until October 25th so get your names in if you want to be added! We'll be kicking it back off on this blog on day 12. 😌

Genre: One-Shot

Kink: Desperation

Word Count: 0.8k

TW: teasing, dirty talk, 18+ content, pet names, desperation, offensive language, fem!Reader, hair-pulling, minors DNI

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There was only one person in this world that could make him feel like this. Make him feel that if he didn't get your touch soon he would absolutely explode. The insane urge to be with you every second of every day or he wouldn't be able to survive. And this, this was intensified by one thousand. He had never craved a woman's touch more than he did yours.

You had him hook, line, and sinker before you even knew that you did. The second that you touched his arm the first time that you met he knew that you were going to be everything to him. But he had never thought that it would be this intense.

You were supposed to be at a Toman party, spending time with all the other members and their better halves before the next big event. It was supposed to be one of the most dangerous "events" of the year, and there was only one thing that Kenny had his mind on.

You.

He watched you from across the closed-in compound, staring at everyone who came near you. He inched closer to you every time he thought that he sensed something off. There wasn't a more protective man than Ken Ryuguji.

That's when he saw his opening. The others around you were starting to move away, all off to get another drink he figured, and that's when he was gonna pounce.

Kenny cleared his throat as he got close to you, his hand pressed on your hip lovingly as he pulled you close to him. But the sound of his voice was what would give him away. The gruff rasp he always got when he was in the mood made his voice impossibly deeper. The same one that made your pussy ache the second that you heard it.

"Look at you. You know what you've been doing to me for the past week. I've barely been able to function."

He was right. You had been partially taunting him, working late so he'd have to wait for you to get home, walking around in your skimpiest clothes before he had to leave for work or a meeting. You had wanted him to go crazy.

"Whatever are you talking about, Kenny?" You bat your eyelashes as you look up at him.

The aggressive and hungry way that his hands grabbed and pushed you into the wall behind you made a small squeak leave you. He was done for. You'd hear him begging if you didn't give him something soon.

Kenny gave you a devious grin as he placed a hand over your head, leaning down toward you. "Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about, pretty girl. You're testing me." He placed a hand under your chin and tilted your head up so you were looking at him. "But I'm far too impatient right now to fight with you on this. You have no idea just how badly I need you."

You pulled your head away from him and pursed your lips. "I don't know if I'm feeling that same need, my love. You might have to tell me more."

A growl reverberated in his chest as he watched you pull away, knowing that you were testing him. You wanted him to grovel at your feet, and right now... right now he wasn't above doing it.

Kenny placed a hand behind your head and laced his fingers in your hair, tugging your head back. The moan that left your lips made his cock twitch against his jeans. "I wanna feel just how wet you are between those pretty little legs of yours. Push my cock into you and not stop until you're fucked stupid and screaming my name. Doesn't that sound good to you? Is that what you want to hear, my darling?"

You nodded slowly, the anticipation in his tone making your thighs push together. You weren't even sure that you could make out words right now.

Kenny's laugh made a shiver run through your entire body. "I've been so fucking desperate for your touch all week, and here we are now. Looks like the roles might have just gotten reversed, huh?"

His eyes wandered down your body, his other hand slowly resting on your hip, his finger pulling at the waistband of your bottoms. "I bet that if I slid my hand in right now you'd be dripping for me, wouldn't you? And don't lie. You know I can always tell when you do."

A whole week of him craving your touch, a whole week of build-up. And it only took him a matter of minutes to get the same effect from you.

You'd never been more desperate for Ken Ryuguji.

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[saetoru]

THIN PATIENCE — RYUGUJI “DRAKEN” KEN.

「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ draken + public sex - in which you can’t help but let your hands wander as your boyfriend rides his bike

♱ kinktober ⋮ find the masterlist here !!

♱ length ⋮ 1.5k words

♱ contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, public sex, hand jobs, slight overstimulation, use of petnames (princess + baby)

♱ notes ⋮ another repost left and then we will have paid homage to last years failed kinktober rnsjdsj

the night air is crisp on your skin as you wrap your arms around draken’s neck, pulling him into a quick kiss once the door is locked. the shop’s been busy as of late, and after months and months of watching draken struggle to get it up and running, you’re happy for him, you really are—but lately…you crave a bit more attention. he’s barely even had a second to spare all day to get up and eat lunch, let alone entertain you in your hunt for his attention. 

but right now—right now, he’s all yours, and you plan on using that to your advantage.

it’s a little risky, trying things with him that test his patience, but you want to push him to his limit, want to make his veins pop and his composure snap, want to make him give in and finally have his way with you—which ultimately means you’ve had your way with him too. 

“barely have any time for you anymore,” draken hums softly, "you wanna go for a ride, princess?” he grins as he asks you in between kisses, his rough hands finding their rightful spot on your hips.

you’ve been patiently waiting for this question, for this moment—and a grin of your own stretching across your lips as you hum, the beginning chips of your plan falling right where you want.

“course i do, kenny.” one hand trails down his chest, roaming over the muscles of his pecs and abs, making him chuckle lightly.

he’s always been built rather large, but the years have done him good. his towering height’s put on a few more inches, his muscles bulge a bit more, his chest is a bit broader, and any remnants of the boy you’d known draken as before have grown into a man.

“then let’s go, baby,” he presses a few kisses to your jaw. “need a de-stressor after this week,” he mumbles.

in your head, you’re satisfied to know that you’ll be giving him just that.

———————————————

the wind on your face as draken speeds faster down the highway is all too refreshing. the cramped garage of his shop has been all you’ve been seeing in your spare time anymore, the need to keep your boyfriend company overwhelming your urges to go do anything else. and you love keeping him company, love being in his presence more than anything, but the empty walls of his shop have been a tiring scene to say the least—and this, this is nice, you think.

draken seems rather happy too, his lips are stretched into a grin and his shoulders are less tense, the muscles rippling through the collared shirt of his uniform even as they’re relaxed. you trail your hands down his chest, rubbing over his abs while he glances momentarily at you over his shoulder.

“keep your hands to yourself, baby,” he grins playfully, and you can feel the small chuckle he lets out through the rumble of his chest as your hands glide back over it.

“can’t, you’re too pretty, ken,” you murmur, pressing a sweet kiss to his shoulder blade through the fabric. he shudders slightly. “been waiting for you the whole day,” you pout into his ear.

clearing his throat, he lets out a gruff, “hey,” as a warning, but you don’t pay any mind to that—your hands trail lower, and lower, and lower— “princess,” draken growls. “what are you doing?”

“just having fun,” you grin, and your palm glides over his crotch, gently feeling over his dick print as he grits his teeth. he looks around, and the highway’s almost empty, but he still doesn’t appreciate the circumstances.

“well, have fun somewhere else—ngh,” he cuts himself with a grunt when you squeeze his half-hard cock through his pants (he’s silently mad at himself for letting himself be so affected), pumping him as much as you can until a tent forms. “h-hey, i’m serious.”

you wish you can find it in yourself to care about his warnings—but you can’t. and you’re sure you’ll pay the price heavily for it later, but that only excites you further.

reaching into his pants, you grab his erection, cheek resting on his back as you pull his pulsing member from his confinements. you smear the pre cum from the tip along the thick girth of his cock, stroking him languidly and drinking in the sounds of his gasps and choked-out groans.

if only you could actually see him, but this will do for now.

“are you kiddin’ me,” he hisses. “have you lost your fucking mind?”

“maybe,” you chuckle, batting your lashes even if he won’t see. 

rolling your palm in circles around his tip, you can just barely make out the long, drawn-out moan he lets out, the wind hissing around you muffling the sweet sounds he makes as you fist him tightly—he’s always been sensitive at the head, and you’ve always used that to your advantage too. his thighs are tensing at the smallest bits of friction, and you wish you could only face him to watch his face scrunch with pleasure.

“fuck,” he whispers, letting out a shaky sigh when your other hand reaches over his hips and cups his balls. you doubt anyone you pass by would really notice, draken’s going much too fast, and it’s much too dark, and no one would really think to look at his crotch, but still. the fact that your boyfriend is currently riding down the highway, dick out and open, hard and aching for release leaves you desperately aroused. “fuckin’ hell, either put my dick away or do something,” he growls at you. “and be quick.”

with a giggle, you decide on the latter, wrapping your hand around his cock and starting a quick rhythm, stroking his length as your other hand cups his balls again, massaging them lightly. he moans, forcing himself to keep his head upright and not thrown back like he desperately wants, keeping his eyes on the road.

“you’ve been working so hard, ken,” you say smoothly. “thought i’d help relieve the stress you were talking about earlier—and you look so good in your uniform,” you add. “my pretty boy.” 

he doesn’t have the patience to let the praise stroke his ego, too focused on the throbbing of his member in your hands. and you don’t have patience either, it seems—otherwise, you wouldn’t be pumping his cock out in the open like this, trying to pull an orgasm from him while he’s taking you both on a ride around the city.

“fuck, go faster,” he demands, his hips bucking ever so slightly to meet your fist’s movements. and you’d give everything to have your boyfriend cum right now, to have his body tense with his back pressing to your chest, shooting ropes of cum that splatter against his precious bike, out in the open for anyone to witness if they’d just look a little closer.

so you move your hand faster, squeezing at the base of his shaft before stroking up, thumb grazing his slit and making him cry out each time.

he’s moaning loudly by now, with no efforts to hold back or stay quiet. the broken strings of curses falling from his lips leave your thighs begging to close shut to relieve the heat pooling at your core. you can feel his chest rising and falling erratically as he pants, trying to keep his hips in place, fighting the urge to thrust into your hand. the bike swerves a little every now and then, and with a harsh squeeze of his balls and one more glide of your thumb through his weeping slit, he’s cumming with a loud, strangled cry of your name.

“god—fuck, baby,” he groans, body shuddering as he tenses his thighs. the ropes of cum that shoot from his tip leave him clenching his handlebars tightly, teeth gritting as he forces his eyes to remain open. “fuck—fuck, that feels good,” he says shakily, letting out a soft whine when your hands don’t stop even as he finishes. “shit, ‘m fuckin’ done. cut it out,” he hisses.

but you don’t listen, stroking his sensitive dick, hand coated in his thick cum, using it as a lubricant while you rub your thumb over his vein. you like the thrill of your position, how he’s literally in the palm of your hand and out for display, how he can’t do anything else but take it. he lets out a small whimper as your hand keeps the steady friction against his sensitive cock, and the sound shoots straight to your core.

“too much,” he all but whines. “f-fuck, ‘s too much, baby,” he grunts. chuckling, you stroke him one last time, smiling at the way he shudders before kissing his shoulder and pulling away. he’s still catching his breath when you tuck him back into his soiled pants, and before you can say anything, he’s swerving to take the nearest exit.

“wha—ken, you’re going the wrong—”

“we’re taking a detour,” he sneers. “someone has to be taught a lesson for being such a shameless brat.”

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[obitohno]

[ k i n k t o b e r ]

open wide

draken x reader

synopsis ⤸

draken assures you that it will fit.

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gn! reader, 18+, oral sex, male! receiving, blowjobs, handjobs, masturbation, deepthroating, throat training, giving head, facials, pet names, fluff, timeskip! draken

word count ⤸

1k (unedited)

a/n ⤸

part two of kinktober! this is pretty self-indulgent bc idk, this kind of concept is so hot to me?? i also don't write about draken enough, so maybe this is a sign that i should start to... anyways, pls reblog if you enjoy ♡

reblogs are appreciated ~

draken knows that he’s bigger than most. 

he’s always been the tallest, the strongest, and now, with you knelt between his legs, he listens to you coo about how thick he is, too. 

he thinks it’s cute, watching as your fingers curl around his swelling girth, pumping up the length, and back down again, mesmerised by the sight of the blunt, round edge of his tip disappearing beneath his foreskin, before you slowly tug it free again. his hips roll, heavy balls pressed tight to your hand before he withdraws, dragging the bumpy surface of his cock along the palm of your hand. 

enthralled, you watch the way that his mouth drops open when your thumb dips over his slit, catching the sap that dribbles from his hole and spreading it down and over the sensitive skin of his frenulum. his breath stutters, the muscles of his abdomen tensing under your touch, and his toes curl into the plush surface of the carpet. 

‘ken,’ you breathe, lips tickling along the inside of his thigh. it tickles, and his chest heaves as he expels a deep laugh that has your cheeks warming. your grin is pressed to his hipbone next, the tip of your index finger gently brushing over the light smattering of freshly trimmed hair, the dark hue matching that of his natural colour. ‘ken—kenny—can i—?’ 

he hums down at you, resting his weight on the palm of his hand as he uses it to prop him upright. his other hand comes to stroke over your cheek, and he smiles, the crooked upward tilt of the corner of his mouth making your insides turn to jelly. you’re hesitating, which only widens his grin as he coos down at you, ‘c’mon, baby, use your words. what’d you want?’ 

you’re all coy now, nose crinkling with embarrassment, but still, you say, ‘wanna taste you, ken.’ you peer at him through your lashes, your fist instinctively tightening around his girth when it twitches beneath your fingers. 

‘y-yeah?’ he’s beside himself, anticipation already excitedly bubbling within his stomach. ‘s’that what you want?’

‘please.’ 

your lips are already brushing over the tip of him, your tongue flattening over his slit and lapping at his essence. his wanton groan encourages the soft press of your lips to his frenulum, a sharp hiss sucked between his lips. once again, his hips roll, and he chokes a quiet laugh when his head drags over your bottom lip. 

‘open up.’ 

obediently, your lips part, and his cock is soon engulfed within the heat of your mouth, your eyes fluttering shut when his engorged tip traces over the flat of your tongue. 

the taste of him is heady, the ghosting of salt clinging to the insides of your cheeks. he’s not the first that you’ve tasted, and yet, you already know that you’re addicted to the transparent sap that leaks onto your tastebuds, the vibrations of your approving moan travelling along the length of him and spreading across his abdomen. his muscles tense, and he’s enamoured by the wide stretch of your jaw, lips strained around his girth.

he throbs, erection jerking against the roof of your mouth and tickling at your uvula, and in return, you gag, loudly, his prick quickly exiled from your mouth, eyes shimmering with newly formed tears. immediately, he’s sitting upright, his fingers brushing through your hair, as he asks, ‘you good, baby?’ 

your bottom lip actually trembles. 

‘s’too big, ken. it won’t fit.’ 

he almost laughs aloud. it’s ridiculously adorable, the way that your lashes wetly blink up at him, tongue shoved to the inside of your cheek as you taste the remnants of him. he tuts, ‘course it will. just gotta practice.’ 

you eye the width of him with a dubious frown marring the space between your brows.  

‘c’mon, baby, i’ll help you.’ 

you allow him to claim home inside your mouth once more, his hips slowly inching forward as your mouth stretches around him a second time. halfway, your throat begins to constrict, and again, tears furiously bite at the corners of your eyes. you guzzle around him, spittle dribbling down your chin, eyes widening as your hands scramble to find purchase on his thighs. 

‘breathe,’ he murmurs, voice strained. he lovingly strokes a thumb over your throat, and the pressure forces you to swallow around him. the sensation of your throat bobbing around his length entices a groan that is stuttered from his lungs, and when your throat eventually starts to loosen, the remaining inches of him are stuffed far past the barrier of your lips, and the tip of your nose presses to his abdomen. nostrils flaring, you inhale the musk of him, a whimper fluttering its way out of your mouth, muffled by the jerking of his cock. 

slowly, he carefully guides his cock out of the inferno of your mouth, before watching you ease him back inside, your tongue flicking over his frenulum for a third time. you’re a sight to behold, he thinks, with your mouth stuffed full, eyelashes prettily blinking a trickle of tears down the curve of your cheeks. 

shamefully, it only takes another drag or two before his abdomen is tingling with the telltale sign of his fast approaching climax. for a reason unknown to him, he panics, and in doing so, his cock is all but ripped from between your swollen lips, and the spray of translucent sap that secretes from his slit is splattering, painting a mess all over your face. 

he gapes, panting hard as something akin to bemusement draws his brows together. 

‘fuck, baby—you okay?’ 

your small smile is dazed, blissed, and even with a dollop of thick, ropey seed dribbling dangerously close to your eyelid, he thinks you’re the loveliest he’s ever seen you. 

your thumb smears a streak of white from your cheek to the inside of your mouth, and he actually moans along with you. ‘so good, kenny,’ you slur sweetly, grinning up at him. 

pathetically, his softening cock weakly twitches against his thigh, and he gently swipes his thumb over your cum-stained lips. something akin to pride is swelling in his chest, expanding his lungs with a low groan as he hunches, spine curving to reach as his lips mould to the shape of yours. he kisses you once, twice, and then he’s chuckling breathlessly, licking at the taste of himself that lingers on your tongue. 

‘told you it’d fit.’ 

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[ja-stuff]

Resolution part from the series: Mentioning their ex in front of s/o during argument

Note: Hi! Made this just today, and I hope you enjoy this one! Please donate or tip me in Ko-fi! Wordcount: 2,272 Character: Ryugi "Draken" Ken TW: mild cursing, an unhealthy Draken (╯_╰) Genre: angst-fluff

A week has passed since your one-sided “break-up” with Draken. You have been a little off the whole week, trying to get back to your usual routines before you met Draken and while you’re at it you were also cursing at him, disappointed with how he hasn’t made any efforts trying to woo you after that day. It’s as if after saying those words of apologies from that moment were just empty words and were never meant for you. Like he lied when he said he needs you.

Guess I was right? Maybe he really doesn’t need me… You thought. 

“So what now? We have been sharing a lot of things for a week now. Mind moving out?” your friend joked while eating a bag of cheetos on the bed, blankly staring at you. You have been crashing in their place since the argument happened, and you admit that you kinda feel shy about being a nuisance. “I don’t know… hm… Actually I thought of sharing the rent with you.” you joked, this made your friend throw a pillow at you which you caught easily. “Geez, how am I supposed to enjoy steamy nights knowing my best friend is in the living room.” your friend rolled her eyes and kept staring at you.

“But kidding aside, F/n, I was thinking–you know… Like, get my remaining stuff over the house.” you casually said, scrolling your phone, looking for a new apartment. “What do you think about this place?” you stood up and sat beside your friend, they were swiping over a few of the photos, before giving your phone back.

“That’s actually quite nice! Should we visit the agent who had posted it tomorrow?” You nodded. You plopped down the bed and decided to scroll for more, while your friend started to speak of things to do when you rent the place she approves of. 

You were lost in thoughts with scenes from that day repeating again in your mind, not realizing that you have only been scrolling and not really browsing what is seen on your phone. The idea of going back to your shared house with Draken and having to meet him also came across your mind, and that made you sit back. Startling your friend.

“Tomorrow’s a Saturday right?” you blurted, interrupting your friend from talking. “Uh yeah? So, I was saying that we should have beige wallpaper and–”

“I have to avoid bumping into him if I want to get a few of my stuff… or should I just leave it there? But I have a few shirts there that I like– also I left the necklace from my dad there…” you started talking to yourself, face serious as you rack your brain on how to slide in the house without having to bump into Draken. You know that Saturday is when Draken’s shop is at its peak with customers for bike repairs, and this is the only chance you see fit to your plan of not seeing him while grabbing your remaining things from the place. So you decided, it will be the perfect day. Saturday, after noon. Perfect.

Or not…

It is now Saturday, and your plan of a hundred percent of not bumping into him just went zero. He is here… Shit. You cursed in your mind as you heard the front door of the shared house open.

You were hurrying to stuff all your things inside the luggage that your friend had lent you, panicking as you heard footsteps hurriedly roaming around the house. You stiffened when the door opened, and there went Draken. Panting at the bedroom entrance.

He can’t believe his eyes as he looks at your back that was facing him. “Y/n?” voice a little shaky as he tries to regain composure. “Y–you’re back.” he said, closing the door behind him and walking towards you. Your heart started to pound hearing his footsteps coming near with each passing second. Still alarmed from the unexpected situation that you hadn't predicted, you decided to ignore his presence and continued to fill the luggage since you were not prepared for any confrontation. The only plan you had was, sneak in, grab stuff, put it in the luggage, zip, and flee from the place.

Yet, so far only the luggage thing has been completed from the plan, not even close to filling it up, meaning you’re not even halfway through your agenda. “Y/n? I–” he called once more, trying to gain your attention but stopped with a few more words when he saw you packing your stuff in a luggage.

“W–where?” Draken felt a lump in his  throat once more, as he tried to comprehend this matter in front of him right now. 

“Where to…? L–leaving?” forming a sentence seems to be impossible for him right now, with an answer so obvious in front of him, he still wishes to hear your voice that you aren’t leaving, but you still ignored him by making yourself think of other things, as his broken voice continuously touched your hurt feelings that somehow seeked comfort from him for a week (in which he never did).

“L–leaving me?” he repeated this time a few hiccups escaped his mouth, he sounded so vulnerable and that made you look back at him. You were taken aback when you saw his face. 

Eyes appeared to be puffy red with dark bags, disheveled locks, his face so thin as if he did not eat the whole week, and his lips a little chapped from the lack of hydration. The sight of a destroyed Draken in front of you broke you as you saw clear evidence that he wasn’t doing great all this time. Yet, here you are thinking that he hasn’t been thinking of you, that he didn’t care after you parted ways after the argument, and believing that he didn’t need you, made you sink in guilt. How could you think of that after seeing Draken in a state where he seemed so lost?

“Oh my–” you walked to his standing form, cupped his face and held his wrist with your other hand, pulling him to you a little closer to examine him. “What– Draken are you out of your mind? How could you not take care–” 

“Are y–you leaving me– hnn?” As the words left his lips, a few stray tears fell from his eyes. At this point you just stared at him, as he sobbed harder and harder. Watching him as he broke himself in front of you leaves you really guilty, when you know you also shouldn’t be since you know he was also at fault before you both got into this situation. But just as much as you wanted to keep your facade of being less affected, you just don’t have the courage to continue, so you hugged him first and felt relieved when he reciprocated the hug ten times stronger than yours. You gently rubbed his back in hopes that somehow it would calm him.

“Shh. Draken, I– I was–” you don’t know what to say at this point when Draken kept on sobbing on the crook of your neck, your hands on his back not stopping to comfort him more. You haven’t seen him this broken, aside from last week’s event, you believed this was the worst. Yet, you wouldn’t say sorry, not because of your pride but because you did nothing wrong, or;

Did I really do nothing wrong? You asked yourself.

“I– I swear, I didn’t mean anything of what I d–did before… I am s–sorry, that I–I made you leave me… I– I only w–want you, I need y–you, Y/n! Please? I w–wanted t–to explain everything before y–you left… I tried to reach y–you but I feel so ashamed to talk to y–you… I didn’t mean to hurt you… I am so dumb! Dumb! Dumb– I hurt you, I’m so stupid-” choking with his own sobs, he tried to voice himself out to you, trying to make you listen to him, as his words come out incomplete with context, busy trying to get through his mind about where he should be starting, whether he should start from the stupid remarks from one of the business partners he had mentioned, or should he just continue to apologize and beg you to stay with him, or just cry in front of you to make you feel that he regrets everything.

“I am sorry– so, so sorry, my love.” he said, whispering against your ear, strength slowly leaving his knees, making you both fall on the floor. “I’m sorry…” endlessly asking for your forgiveness as you continued to comfort him, up to the moment when he just stopped. You took that as your cue to talk, but Draken still beat you to it.

“I am at fault babe… I promise it’s all on me. I made you decide to leave–”

“Love, I am also at fault–”

“No. I am. If only I hadn’t listened to that stupid comment from the business partner I met last time, I wouldn’t be making that mistake. I–I know, it’s so stupid of me, to just voice out my thoughts and i–indirectly trying to make you do what she did to me before– but, none of it really made me happy.” Draken cut you off, and started to talk after he found his composure from your comforting. His voice is shaky, but he still refused to let go of the hug you’re both in. He made sure to word everything out, a little afraid that he’d make a mess as he began his explanation to you. You just sat there quietly, and let him continue with his words.

“It’s as if– as if, I was unconsciously aware of what I–I’m trying to make you, but I didn’t stop, because I just wanted to prove to them that you could also be like the Emma they knew, who was showy and all– but then I realized after the fight–” Once more, Draken felt the lump on his throat coming back as he hold back his tears, his hug tightening around you, scared that he’s saying something that you don’t like from his statements.

“I know… I know that I fucked up… And I’m so fucking stupid that I turned a blind eye towards my action, that I closed my eyes whenever I see that you’re not happy with what I was saying and with the way how I made you obey me… but I remembered how different you were, and that’s why I chose you– that I am loving you… That I am loving y/n, that I am seeing y/n, that I– oh God, please help me…  I just can’t bear to live one more day without you…” Draken whined and cried on your neck  like a threatened child that someone will take away something dear to him.

“I–I’m so stupid for projecting into you the exact words that business partner had said, and now I–I suffer, Y/n… Tell me what to do… I don’t want you to leave–” this time, Draken gathered all his courage to pull away from the hug, and stared at your glassy eyes. “No, why are you cryi–”

“How stupid!” you wailed, Draken was taken aback with your mini outburst as your tears fell in sync. “You’re so stupid, Ken-ken!” you hit his chest lightly. “I’m s–sorry!” you blurted and hugged him tight.

“I don’t want to leave you either! And I don’t plan on doing so! You’re so stupid, and so am I!” you continued.

“I should’ve let you explain things first from back then! I know you have your reasons, but I was too hurt to even listen, and that’s stupid of me!” you pulled away and stared at him. “I forgive you, my love! I love you so much but– I’m still sad and you’re so stupid!” 

Draken froze from the words he heard, Y/n… Y/n said, `they love me? He looked at you trying to ask if he had heard it right. “Yes! I love you and I won’t leave you, but I’m still mad at you!” you repeated, pouting in front of him as you wiped your tears with the sleeves of your hoodie.

“You– you mean it?” you nod, and cupped his face. “I’m sorry my love. How have you been doing?” you asked, voice full of concern as you cupped his face, feeling his thin face once again.

“I wasn’t doing good, I fucking missed you so much…” Draken closed his eyes as he held your hand that was on his face. “How am I supposed to eat well, when I know that you are overthinking about what happened, that you’re mad at me, I can’t eat, and sleep when I think that you are not doing well by yourself, that you may not be able to get up from bed from the emotional and mental pain you are deal–” 

“Enough, love. I am sorry.” you smiled at him feeling at ease that even if he had neglected himself, you’re happy to hear that you’re the reason he was like this, just as much he was also your reason from the breakdowns you had in that one week.

“Can– can I kiss you?” you just nodded, and he took this signal to land his lips on yours which lasted half a minute before pulling away. 

“I love you so much, darling.” he whispered, and kissed your forehead.

“I love you just as much.” 

“I’ll do better, and make no mistakes this time.”

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Ken Ryuguji (Draken) X Fem!Reader / 2.2K / part 2 of home bodies

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draken is your flatmate / bonten timeline / domestic, slight romance, friendship

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Draken remembers it being one humid, late afternoon. Or was it a little earlier before the day’s meeting? No, he’s certain it was late, when the sun had sunk low and the sky was flushed orange. He remembers because in those days, you had that thing where if you angled your head just right, the bright orange that flooded the shrine’s porch made your hair appear a glowing, poisonous red as opposed to the rose blush you originally dyed it to. Mitsuya had said so, in those words, in terms he knew you’d appreciate. It was also Mitsuya who had, upon seeing you that afternoon, remarked something that went a little like,

‘Why—Did your mother snuff out all the poison?’

A smart-ass remark, if he may say so now, but back then did only a little more than mar the stunned silence that welcomed your arrival. He swore at least one of the new guys at the gate had probably barred your entrance, thought you were just some random girl who lost her way and ended up in the Tokyo Manji hideout of all places. (Had anybody else ever seen you with your natural hair color?) You weren’t lost, of course, but the way you stood in front of your friends with your arms crossed, eyes shifty, feet shuffling like they weren’t your own feet, eyebrows twitching at the fleeting contact of the tips of your now un-dyed hair to skin you might as well had been wearing for the first time, had made it seem like you were trodding on very unfamiliar ground.

You rolled your eyes, choosing to ignore the slackened jaws and overreactions in favor of heaving an annoyed sigh. As if none of those deserved acknowledgement because it wasn’t such a big deal, although everyone could also see your uneasiness, could practically taste the quiet animosity you carried in the air.

“It’s that damned new principal,” you spat out. “New fucking school policy. No hair and make-up and shit,” your words—sharpened by your usual fire—striking an overt contrast against the delicate blush and contours of your bare face. Wouldn’t even allow pretty socks in the halls. By pretty you meant anything that wasn’t white, Draken mentally mused when he heard you grumbling to yourself, as he watched you kick away a stray rock with newly-polished, un-battered leather shoes, like the poor shoes deserved punishment just by being clean.

Except for the homicidal glint in your eyes, you did not look like a delinquent at all, a sight he found amusing. He supposed you never really did even then, even with the constantly changing hair color and the just as colorful vocabulary.

Somewhere, Baji had already recovered from initially choking on his own food.

“Didn’t know you cleaned up nicely.” Maybe there was a tinge of pink across the guy’s cheeks, maybe there wasn’t. It’s hard to tell when it was Baji and he’s saying something nice but also his face was twisted in a grimace. “You look like a whole new person.”

One side of your mouth quirked up in a lifeless, unamused smile. “Good. Now I can shoplift at Ishida Mart a second time without getting caught.”

Draken knew that that was as far as compliments went within your ragtag circle, knew that anything beyond would’ve garnered more eye rolls and probably some teasing. Usually. Not that you, of all people, would’ve cared, either way. Still, when he found out months later about that one guy from Mucho’s division who, reportedly, had been having a crush on you, Draken had found himself unsurprised and thinking back to this very afternoon. Found that the image of you awashed with the near-dusk’s orange and with no poison on your hair had seemingly etched itself in his memory. Like the looping dragon on the side of his head.

Mikey, of course, navigated in another world and lived above teasing and minor acts of dissent; the guy had already forgotten to demand for your reason for being late.

“You look pretty,” he’d said, his grin stretching from ear to ear as he walked down the front steps. “Different pretty. Like you could be a Pocari Sweat model -pretty, you know what I mean. Right, Ken-chin?”

No, Draken did not know what he mean and the question caught him unprepared, pinched him out of his quiet staring—you had a tiny mole under your eye he’d never seen before—but then he was afforded time to think when you broke out in familiar laughter. That was totally an inside joke between you and Mikey, he decided, as the rest of the gang looked on, trodding on an unfamiliar exchange.

But then Mikey was already tilting his head to his direction, wordlessly bringing the ball back to him with a casual, unreadable smile. You didn’t look at him, or at any of them, directly, and though Draken could clearly see that you missed your hair and the usual color around your eyes, he realized he could still be honest without making you feel embarrassed any further.

“I didn’t know you could make such interesting faces when you’re angry,” he said, shrugging lazily.

He watched as you groaned and shook your head, although he caught the tiny, tiny upturn of your mouth and the attempt at a stern facade in the face of his poking smirk.

“Aw, look. You made her blush—Ow!”

“‘Course not, damnit,” you cussed out, ignoring everyone’s growing jeers. “I put a little blush on, that’s why, bet you guys don’t even know what the hell that is.”

Your fingers found their way to your bag, fiddled with the Mojacko keychain slung around the strap. You have always been a terrible liar.

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“What are you thinking so hard for, Ken?”

It’s your voice but also the elastic hair tie you snap right at his forehead that brings him back to you, to what is yours and his: your shared living room floor. You’d insisted on getting a place that allowed as much natural sunlight as possible; he’d insisted you two couldn’t afford to be too picky when most nice places are expensive as fuck. But you stood your ground, practically had begged him to give these last two places you knew a visit, and now, as you lie and as he sits leaning against the wall in said living room to soak up as much of the day’s remaining light, he’s secretly glad that you did.

He catches your odd expression from your spot on the floor, perpendicular to him but parallel to the high window that allowed for the rectangular beam of sunlight to shine through, directly on top of which you lie with one arm splayed out as if reaching for him; the other across your stomach; both legs folded, knees pointed to the ceiling, as if willing all of yourself to fit inside this fleeting, warm box of light. You look like a child, or a house cat, either way he’s amused, and you could probably make a joke about dying right here and right now, enclosed in this glowing, makeshift coffin that you so love and he’d find it humorous; see how unfunny jokes seem so funny to you.

He feels at the stinging sensation on his forehead as he pockets your elastic tie, figures you’d probably forgive if he steals yet another one. With your head still sideways on the floor, you gasp at him indignantly.

“You’re not taking that one—“

“Your eyes look like a pair of sunsets,” he blurts out.

His words surprise you as well as him, and for a split-second he just stares as you blink once, slowly, and then rapidly like flickering light bulbs and then you’re grinning as you turn your head away. ‘That’s nice,’ he hears you muse quietly to yourself. He smiles; thinks it’s funny just how easily that little remark brightened you up. Brighter than you (literally) already are.

Draken, admittedly, is not so good at describing beauty (not as much as you and Mitsuya, anyway), but he knows these sunsets are different from the usual way you like to do your eyes and he cannot pinpoint why. Oh, but maybe it’s just the lack of lipstick that usually goes along with it.

“Were you supposed to be getting greasy food for dinner or did you finally throw out your ‘no kiss on first dates’ policy?” Which would’ve been damn regretful, if anybody asked him. That guy you were supposed to go out with tonight was a total loser, and everybody’s happy the coward had called up to cancel last minute.

(Maybe not you, it’s hard to say, but you’ll move on.)

It takes a second for you to process his words and once you do, you laugh. You’re reminded of that silly conversation you had, about a year ago, when he’d stood so boredly by your doorway while you did your makeup for another date and he’d stupidly asked:

‘Won’t that thing smear all over your face?’ You stared at him blankly and he gestured by hovering a line along his lips with his thumb. ‘You know, if you two ever make out?’

You wanted to bang your door flat on the smirk on his face but instead you simply sighed like you’d never been so disappointed with a man before. ‘Ken, you do know of kiss-proof lipsticks, right?’

‘A-huh. Just making sure.’ And you’d known your friends long enough to be sure that if there ever was a boy who even did so much as complain about your lipstick on his face, the poor guy would be deemed deserving of whatever milder equivalent of a purple eye.

‘Besides,’ you added just for good measure. ‘I don’t kiss on the first date. Now, help me out: which liner goes best with my shadow?’ He squinted at you and then at the two seemingly indistinguishable colors you held up with both hands.

‘Blue.’

‘What? There’s no—‘

‘Blue balls, that’s what he’s get—OW!’

Now you’re propping your head up on both elbows, turning so he’s looking at you squarely. “No, but I’m wearing gloss. See?” You angle your head towards the sun and Ah, you’re right, he catches the light pink shimmer on your lips now.

“And, actually, lipgloss is a little harder to keep on while eating. Just so you know.”

Draken nods slowly, like he’s storing information he’s not even sure he’ll ever have use for at any point in his life.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“No, you won’t.”

He snaps your elastic on your exposed thigh and you shriek.

Draken knows you like the back of his hand but he also knows that he doesn’t. And vice-versa. Like how he knows that although you no longer have any reason to go out tonight, you’d go on and keep your makeup a little longer because you like the way it turned out. But then, also, he never really understood the appeal of your constant basking in the sun, like this, lying supine and unmoving on the floor, until today. Until his arrival not an hour ago to see you half-asleep and half-baked under the 5PM sun. With full makeup on and a pretty going-out dress and your ankles crossed like you were going nowhere. ‘Thought you were meeting up with someone?’ he’d called from the doorway.

‘Mr. Four-Eyes cancelled.’

‘What? So when’s it gonna be, then?’

‘No, never again. Said he found out I was friends with ex-gangsters and that I was in a biker gang, myself. Got spooked, I think.’

He barked out a laugh. ‘What a loser.’

‘Sure.’

‘Where did ya even find him?’

‘He was an ex-coworker. Texted me out of the blue.’

Draken knew something was bothering you because you still haven’t looked at him. Whatever it was, you probably didn’t think it was such a big deal to pose as actual worry.

Still.

‘Any other compelling reason as to why you weren’t deserving of a dinner date?’

There was obvious sarcasm in his voice but then you weren’t smiling, instead your eyes were fixed on the ceiling as if trying to focus.

‘I think his exact word was unpredictable…he said he knew I ‘could really be a little too unpredictable.’ Knew it from the start.’

And he waited until he caught your eye before he grinned. ‘Well, you are unpredictable.’

He knew from your eyes and the way you smiled back that there was no need for comforting at all because you didn’t need them. And when you did break eye contact, it’s to gesture at the empty space by the wall a leg’s span away from you.

‘Why would I waste time with you on the floor?’ he scoffed.

‘It’ll make you happy. Trust me.’

And it’s what he did. And so here you are.

“You always date losers.” It’s him, this time, who brings you back to here.

You elect to ignore the laced reprimand in his tone. “You say it like I go on dates all the time.”

“You know what’s not a loser?”

He gets a curious side eye and half of your attention.

“Sugoaku ramen.”

You’re already propping yourself up before he even finishes his sentence and he’s smiling.

“No, way—how can I forget? Buy-1-Get-1 Fridays!”

Under the late afternoon sun your face glows with fire in your eyes and rosey dusts on your cheeks. He catches the shimmer on your lips and he remembers.

“Sorry for your lipgloss, though.”

And you laugh.

“Can’t believe you’re really taking out your lip-glossed date to ramen, Ken.” You shake your head as he stands up, stretches both arms before offering you a hand.

“How inconsiderate.”

[jaegerbby]

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--͙[ken ryuguji x female! reader]-͙-

╰┈➤ word count; 12,944

╰┈➤ rundown; in all the years you've known draken, he has only loved one girl but that doesn't mean he'll let you be with someone else.

╰┈➤ caution; TOXIC DYNAMIC. possessive! toxic! draken, dubcon/coercion, fwb to something more?, parental character death, tw/emma (lol), manhandling, emotional manipulation, abusive undertones, threats with a gun, mentions of suicide, slight mitsuya x reader, alcohol mentioned, face fucking, oral sex (m&f), unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, cervix fucking, belly bulge mentioned, baby trapping, impregnation, use of the word slut. draken is a literal head case in this. he gets mad when you call him draken (as he should?)

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you almost drop your phone when the nurse tells you about your mother's condition. "ma'am, are you there?" your lips tremble, a hum leaving you because you do not trust yourself enough to speak.

"she's in room 34, level 12. you'll be further informed when you arrive." you swallow hard, feeling your chest tighten. "thank you." it is all you can manage to say before you end the call.

your relationship with your mother is strained to say the least but the thought of her bleeding out all alone makes you sick. the last memory she has of you is bitter words.

you hurriedly pull on jeans and a shirt draken left. his scent is enough to comfort you. you dial his number while running down the stairs of your apartment complex.

the cold air meets your skin and it seems all your impulsive actions are foolish.

"ken!" you are too emotional and you need him here. you can hardly keep yourself sane, every thought in your head is blaming you. you are not the best person, you know that but did you deserve something so cruel?

"what's wrong?" the sound of his deep voice alone, makes you relax. you grip the fabric of your his shirt. "my mom is in the hospital." your words come out in a flurry, jumbled and confusing.

you cannot quell the panic that fills you.

"hey, calm down." it is soothing, draken always knows what you need.

"breathe." you take deep breaths as he guides you, clutching your chest and nodding though he is not here to see. "now, tell me what happened. i'll come."

somehow, you feel lighter, "my mom's in the hospital... can you take me?"

"give me five. don't worry, okay?" you hum shakily as you slump on a bench and bury your face in your hands.

you sit there, cold and tired. you wish you could let yourself be consumed by sleep and this would be a bad dream.

that in the morning you would not have this guilt weighing on your shoulders.

the words 'five minutes' spiral in your thoughts because it certainly felt like hours. you fidget before messaging him. one after the next, asking where he is, if he is coming, why he lied.

though, it is left unanswered. he does not reply much less open it. your lips tremble, squeezing your fists so tightly you almost break skin.

you do not want to cry but it is all getting to you. as much as you fight it, you break.

loudly sobbing, roughly drying your face but it is coated with fresh tears a second after.

you keep telling yourself that he will come. you conjure up some stupid excuse for him because he never does it himself. it is times like this where you wonder if anything he said was genuine.

you need him here and he let you down. you should have expected it, he did it before. for someone who was more important that you, who would always be more important than you.

"yn?" you are sure you look horrible with blood shot eyes and messy hair. you are not able to move, simply staring as mitsuya parks his bike.

he is so kind, you do not deserve it. he hurriedly steps towards you, his eyes softening when a fresh stream of tears slip down your face.

"are you okay?" he tugs off his jacket, wrapping it around you before he kneels down and grips your hands. he immediately rubs them with his.

he tries to make you warm but all you feel is cold.

you should not ask, you are hurt enough but it is on the tip of your tongue.

it slips.

"where's ken?" you mumble when he guides you to stand. your eyes staring up at him, wide and tear filled.

"draken? he's with emma," it hits you like a freight train and it hurts more because you knew. you got the answer you were expecting but your chest still aches.

mitsuya's large palms cup your cheeks, swiping at the tears. his face coated in worry, "why are you crying?"

"my mom's in the hospital. can you take me? please." you are cut off when he tugs you against him. gentle as he strokes your hair and tries to ease your pain.

you sob into his chest, every part of you feels broken. your fists tangling in the fabric of his t-shirt and you press against him more. it should be draken.

you hate how desperately you wish he was holding you instead.

"i will, don't cry." he mutters into your hair, squeezing you before he lets you go. his fingers lace with yours as he guides you to his bike.

your head is filled with tumultuous excuses, anything to make you believe ken has a good reason.

he does not, he never did. not a word leaves you as mitsuya drives. even though your hands grip his clothes, desperately searching for something to keep yourself afloat.

when you are at the hospital, you feel like you are out of your body.

"i'll wait for you outside," mitsuya says, releasing your shoulders, having taken you to the room. the sight of your mother laying in bed unconscious, countless tubes and machines connected to her.

you fall to your knees, begging, pleading for her to get up. she is all you have left and you hardly see her.

you grasp her hand, you were seldom given that opportunity before. she is as cold as it is outside, maybe the weather was preparing you to feel her skin.

she is as cold as she acted to you your whole life and yet you cry for her to wake up. scream that she would at least open her eyes and tell you to stop your whining. she does not.

your heart breaks for the second time that night.

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ken <3: come over

yn: not in the mood rn

ken <3: i just want you here

you thought he would at least apologise but when has draken ever?

he does not acknowledge it, he moves on like you mean nothing. like your feelings are none of his concern.

you were friends before this.

all this arrangement showed was how little he valued you. you know he loves emma and you know he is just fucking you. he would never feel more. not when it comes to you

you always see the hearts in his eyes whenever emma comes around, sometimes you wish he would look at you that way. others, you wish you never got involved with him in the first place.

it is so easy to be swayed when it comes to him. it is almost embarrassing how easily he can get you to give in.

you tell yourself you will leave the sorrow for the morning and you find yourself at his apartment.

you hate the way he smiles when he opens the door for you.

you hate how good he looks in that stupid tank top that is fitted to his body like a second skin.

you hate how he wraps you in his arms and presses a kiss to your cheek like he did not break your heart just last week.

you shrug him off, pulling the thin jacket from your shoulders and sitting on the couch.

"why'd you cook so much?" you mutter, watching him huff as he drops down next to you. you wish you could move away because he is too close.

he is in your space. his thigh is against yours. when it comes to draken, you are too weak and you have long known it would be your downfall.

"i know you haven't been eating." he scoops some of the rice and lifts the spoon to your mouth. you wish your heart did not flutter, that he was not able to break you down and build you up with such little fanfare.

you let him feed you, silently hurting at his smile. how it reveals his sharp k9s and that stupid chip in his front tooth that he got when you were kids play fighting.

you reach for the bowl and draken's expression falters. he swallows before running a hand through his dark hair. all he does is watch you eat, he tries to make conversation but your answers are brief. you wish he tried harder, that he tried when you needed him.

there is no excuse to give when you are finished eating. you are about to stand when draken stops you.

your body still responds to his touch, jitters wash over your skin. he always has some effect on you.

"you've been avoiding me. you know i don't like that," he is annoyed, it is eerie how calm he is physically when his voice sounds so threatening.

he does not have any right to be mad at you. your face sets in a scowl, "well, i don't like being lied to." you should not provoke him and from the way his jaw clenches, you can tell you are treading on dangerous territory.

"what?" his head tilts. you did not want to fight with him, you never fought with him for years.

there are so many things you let him get away with but it was never this deep. it never hurt you this badly. you have gone too far to stop now.

"you lied to me," you should have been done with him from that night on but when have you ever been able to leave draken alone? you are upset yet you are here, in his apartment looking him dead in his eyes and for the first time he looks angry with you.

"it's been a week, why are you still mad?" he has never looked at you with such an expression before. not with such narrow eyes or such a piercing glare.

"because you told me you'd come! you said you'd be there." your body feels hot with anger as you stand. "you said not to worry. well guess what, my mom isn't here anymore. you were right, one less thing to worry about."

your blood is boiling. for the first time his presence does not calm your nerves. instead, the longer you stare at him, the more infuriated you feel.

"don't blame me, you never got along with her when she was around. i didn't cause that." his lips pull back, he roughly grips your arm as he leans down to level your gaze.

"it's my fault because i waited for you. you always disappoint me but i waited for you." your finger presses into his chest. it is accusatory because the one behind your broken heart is at the end of your nail.

"you're being dramatic." he scoffs, tongue in his cheek while he looks away from you.

"am i? you're the one who said you'd come for me but what happened?" you shove at his shoulder when he rolls his eyes and remains silent. "what happened, draken?" the glare he sends you is deadly.

"did emma call? did you forget all about me the second she called your name? did you run to her when i'm the one that needed you?"

he breathes hard, you swear you see steam coming from him. he grips your upper arms and roughly shakes you.

"yes, you fucking know that so why do you keep asking?" he says it despite all the years you have known each other, regardless of any moment you have together. like all of it is insignificant.

it stuns you for a minute. you knew, yet it still makes your heart ache to hear him say it. you lose your composure entirely for that minute.

he loves emma and you are just a girl he fucks on the side. draken does not care for you any more than he needs to, emma is always going to be his priority.

you did not hold a candle to her flame. no matter how much you dream about it, you do not think you ever would. you grit your teeth, pushing his arms away and stumbling back.

"don't look at me like that," he sighs. his hands swipe over his face before they settle in his hair and he grips at the roots. he is incredibly conflicted, it is typical for him to draw you into his arms when that expression is on your face. though he has never been the reason behind it before.

your ears feel like they are ringing, you are struggling to hold back the tears that fill your eyes. you hate him, you wish you did. hating him is momentary, it is fleeting. your hate never lasts.

"you're a fucking asshole and i hate you." all you both want from this moment is to hurt each other.

"yeah right. say that the next time you're sucking my dick." he sneers. your eyes flicker, face contorting in disgust.

you feel sick. you wonder why you are still here. you truly do not want to throw away all those years you spent by his side. but what good is there fighting for something that can never be?

you hurriedly gather your things with one fleeting glance over his living room.

you swear this is the last time you will be here.

maybe one last grace is what you need to get over him.

draken breathes heavily, holding your wrist as he tries to bring you into his arms. for the first time you fight it, that is all it would take to break your resolve.

"fuck off!" he stares at you in shock. those pretty eyes are blow wide, you never shout at him. "God knows what was going through my mind when i agree to fuck someone like you."

you shove at his chest but it does not move him in the slightest. all it does is relight his anger.

he nears you despite how many times you try to distance yourself. "i don't need you. you think it would make a difference if you left?" cause at the end of it, you know emma is the only one that matters to him.

every word is clear, he enunciates it all because he wants you to be in pain, he wants you to go home and cry over him like you always do.

your whole body tenses, teeth grinding together because you can practically feel the ache in your chest grow more intense. you can feel your heart tear apart. why do you always get hurt in the end?

"fuck you, draken." that is the last thing you say, maybe it is synonymous for 'it's over' but you have never truly been done with him.

you push past him and it is only so easy because he lets you. he lets you leave, you wish he would stop you. you are stupidly hoping he will pull you back to him and tell you he is sorry.

unbeknownst to him the tears are already falling down your cheeks as you storm out of his apartment and slam the door. it feels like you are suffocating, like a second longer in that hell hole would asphyxiate you to death.

you cannot stand the thought of being around him right now yet you know if he apologises you will fall back into his arms.

you feel like throwing up all the food you ate. you feel like he ripped your heart from your chest and tore it to pieces. you flinch at the sound of him cussing, broken glass and stomping emanate from behind the door.

the closer it gets, the more your heart aches. you do not want to see him, you do not think you can handle being near him right now.

your breath shakes as you turn on your heel and run towards the staircase. you desperately needed to be anywhere but here.

--

you stare at the door while your heart is in your throat.

"baby, open up." he bangs on it and you sit curled up on the couch wondering if seeing him is worth the pain that will follow.

tears stream down your face when you shut your eyes. "are you seriously not going to let me in?" he raises his voice, roughly twisting the knob and sucking his teeth. he huffs in exasperation.

"i'm sorry, okay? i'm sorry, just open the fucking door." draken speaks lowly. he does not want to alert the people in your apartment complex.

you are stupid.

for him at least because you do as he says.

you barely turn the lock and he forces it open. you see him and all you remember are the things he said last night.

"fuck, how much did you cry?" his thumb strokes beneath your swollen eyes.

you shove his hand away, "why are you here?"

"c'mon, baby, don't be like that." he always ruins you like this. when you try to get away all he does is bring you back.

and you go.

you go because draken fills your heart and no one compares to him. you have known him for far too long to ever let go.

his large palm cups your waist to guide you a few steps back and he shuts the door. he tugs his jacket off, placing it on the hook like that is his designated place.

like he belongs here.

"i wanted to see you." he draws closer. "i needed to see my girl." the tears come again. perhaps they never ceased. you are not his girl. not when he already has one.

"you've seen me, you can get out now." you should know better.

but you do not know when to leave and draken does not know when to let go. he tugs you in.

you hate to be near him as much as you love it. he holds you flush against him, tilting your head back to keep you looking at him. he is horrible. "you get so mad over nothing." you wish you could hate him.

despite you struggling against him, he is unmoved. just like he always is.

"you're so pretty." his plush lips spread in a heart quickening smile. your fingers tighten in the fabric of his shirt, hoping and wishing him away although you are unable to push him back.

"stop imagining emma." he looks almost irritated when you say it.

"don't be stupid." he has to bend down to press his lips to yours. they are soft, like cotton candy fluff. it takes everything in you to not reciprocate as he kisses you without relent. though you are not responsive he sucks down on your bottom lip, nipping the flesh as he pulls away.

"you don't want to kiss me anymore?"

you shake your head and hurt crosses his face. his jaw clenches but desperation is written in his eyes.

"i want you to leave, draken." he flinches, a scowl on his face but he lets you go and you stumble back.

"i make you a little mad and suddenly i'm draken to you?"

"you don't get it, this is done. whatever this was."

he comes closer, at least he tries to. when you back away he seems stunned. "no it's not." you wish he did not know it so well that you are a fool for him.

"baby, what do you want to hear?" he grips your wrists to pull you in again.

"draken, it's done. i'm done, okay? i'm tired." you sob. you want to press your face to his chest and weep your pain away but he is the cause. he is the reason for it all but he is the only one you want comfort from.

"if you're tired, let's sleep. we're not done." he brings you to his chest, presses wet kisses to your cheek like he is not breaking you. "you want me to say sorry? i'm sorry. see, it's better now."

"it's not. just leave. gosh, just get out, draken." you shove at his chest but you swear a part of you dies when he lets you go.

"you want me to get out? fine. when you're done throwing this stupid tantrum and you come running back, i won't listen." his face is covered with anger.

he turns his back, the further he walks away, the more suffocated you feel.

he hears you crying.

it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

it is gut wrenching and heart shattering.

whether you see it or not, draken is crying too.

---

if draken does not hurt someone, he surely is going to break something. he can feel the glass straining under his fingers. he grips it tighter the longer he sees you with mitsuya.

you are here, looking like the prettiest doll in the world and you are not with him.

you are in blue, the dress clings to your perfect body and a ribbon is laced around your ponytail.

you are wearing blue and so is he.

truthfully, you and draken can never get rid of each other.

he sees you sipping on some fruity cocktail because that is all you ever drink. he loves looking at you, he always looks at you but he can see mitsuya too.

he can see how he leans closer to you, how his smile only grows wider when you laugh at something he says. he can see mitsuya draping his arm around your seat and being so attentive when draken knows he is the only one that should be around you.

why are you letting mitsuya so close to you? you were with draken for a long time, he was the only one right?

he only fumes more when mikey, emma and just about everyone around him agrees that you and mitsuya would make a good couple.

he sees red.

your eyes flicker to draken despite your attempts to ignore him. his hair is draped to a little below his shoulders, his shirt is fitted and from here you can see the rings on his fingers.

you see all those things, you see ripped jeans and black boots. you see emma practically sitting on his lap. you do not care.

you do.

you came to the conclusion that he is not willing to put her in danger.

but he is willing to be a danger to you and your heart.

"is it okay if i touch you?" mitsuya's hand hovers over your waist. you nod while sipping your drink. "you can say no." he quickly follows.

"i don't mind."

he sends you a smile and his hand softly caresses your waist.

"are you doing better? if you need to talk, i'm here for you." he is sweet, he has always been. mitsuya has never been a bad friend to you.

"thanks." you down the rest of your drink before turning to face him. "i'll be fine someday." your head screams at you for lying. draken is here and he is not with you. he is with someone else.

he has always been with someone else.

"i know things have been hard since." he pauses, his hand grasps yours. "since everything but i'd still like to see you. you can still come around like you used to."

his palms are so soft, draken's are not. draken's hands have callouses, they are rough and for some reason they feel like they were meant to touch you.

you consider mitsuya, he is your friend. your eyes glimpse over his features. his thumb strokes your hand and you have just begun to appreciate the feeling of someone other than draken when it is ripped away.

the one holding your wrist feels right even though it hurts.

draken towers above you, he sends mitsuya a stony look before he pulls you up and his hand squeezes your waist.

like he wants to overwrite any other person. like he needs to reclaim the places that are only meant for him and not for another man to touch.

you melt. you thaw like ice and turn into liquid. draken pulls you alongside him and you follow.

you have to take quick steps because his are much larger than yours.

once you are outside of the club, the silence is a stark contrast to the loud music. draken breathes heavily, brushing his hair back.

"were you fucking him?" you flinch when the words come out. that was the last thing you expect him to say.

"i'm not dealing with this, draken." you shake your head but he grips your waist. he holds your body and gathers you in his arms like he always does.

"stop treating me like a stranger." his voice strains. "tell me if you were fucking him on the side."

"you're terrible." tears prick your eyes. he has the audacity to accuse you when he has never been yours. he never gave himself to you.

"you did? was he your back up if i ever stepped out?" his fingers squeeze hard enough to bruise. "i never stepped out on you, not once."

"no, draken. i'm not like you." he is destroying you. whether he knows it or not. you are sure he knows it though because draken knows you better than anyone else.

"then why were you with him, why did you let him touch you?" you try to push him away, you really do. all you want is to lay in his arms and all he does is argue with you.

"who are you to ask me that? we're done, remember?" he grits his teeth, burying his head into your neck. draken breathes in your scent and lets it intoxicate him. you intoxicate him.

"we're never going to be over, baby. not you and me." he kisses at your exposed skin. it makes you want to cry more than you already are.

"you have emma." your voice trembles. you tremble. you feel like you are a tower of cards and you are about to collapse entirely.

draken leans back to meet your eyes, his gaze trails over the tears in your pretty eyes and the pout on your lips. his nose nudges yours and then he kisses you.

he kisses you and you feel him everywhere, all at once. you feel him in his palms gliding down your body. you feel him where his tongue claims your mouth all over again. in the spit that is messily exchanged as he sloppily kisses you.

you feel your blood growing hot enough to warm you completely. he pulls away to repeatedly peck your cheek.

"let me go." you brokenly whisper.

"we're going home, okay? i'm taking you home cause you're my girl."

---

when draken gets you into his apartment, he pulls you flush against him. his hands coax over every curve of your body. "i missed you," his nose nuzzles your cheek and you tense under his touch.

it is difficult to be mad at him and being this close is only breaking your resolve further. you push at his chest but all he does is tighten his hold until you can feel the hard, defined muscle of his abdomen.

he is too tempting.

he laughs though it is not very amused. his large palms, grip your waist before they drift to the hem of your dress and slip beneath it. "you're all dressed up and it isn't for me."

"it's not like that." you cannot protest much because draken grips your jaw, forcing you to look at him. the angle he tilts your head at is incredibly uncomfortable.

"it is, you got this pretty for him." your eyes roll, an annoyed noise leaving you. it did not make sense to dispute it, not when he already came to some conclusion in his head.

his hands cup your face, the thick of his thumb swiping over your lips, smearing the lipstick. "your makeup looks so pretty." his tone of his voice is indecipherable. you cannot seem to understand him these days. you barely have the will to try.

draken cannot stand the idea of you thinking about another man. it does not sit right with him that you got this pretty and went out with someone else.

draken does not need you to do all this for his eyes to be on you. he leans closer and you do not resist, you cannot.

not when his hooded eyes meet yours and your lips brush together. you need affection, his affection. you can not deny that no matter how hard you try to.

his tongue slips out to wet his lips before he tilts his head and kisses you. it is rough, it is desperate, it does not make sense. why does he kiss you like this when he does not love you at all?

he hums into your mouth, tongue slipping inside to brush over everywhere he has already been. places he always comes back to.

your hands bunch his shirt, eyes squeezing shut because you regret it but you still kiss him with the same burning need.

you pull away breathless, turning from him because it is obvious you are not done like you said you were.

"fuck," draken rasps, leaning in again to suck at your bottom lip. his cock pulses at the way you whine. he wipes at the saliva with his thumb before pressing it against your tongue.

"wanna fuck your mouth." you swallow hard, eyes fluttering. you should not, you know you should not but just this? you just need this much and you will leave.

"gonna be a good baby and let me?" the depth of his voice makes a shiver travel down your spine. how can you refuse when he talks like that?

draken never needs much to sway you, regardless of how stubborn you act. you grip his wrist, pushing it away and he is about to grab you right back when your smaller palms trail down his chest.

the corners of his mouth pull up, "there's my girl." it is drawn out and all too smug. his tongue swipes over his teeth like he finally got what he was waiting for.

your fingers dip into the rivets of his chest and abs. he is all hard muscle where you are soft. you slowly situate yourself on your knees, your hands resting on his thighs.

you are eye level with his erection that was straining in his pants since the moment he laid his eyes on you. he is still smiling, he missed the sight of you between his legs.

each and every time he got to see you look up at him like this, it plagued his mind. you keep watching as his dexterous fingers flex, unbuckling his belt and undoing his zip.

"fuck," his hands fidget, his whole body seems to be vibrating. he tugs his shirt up, his deep v-line framed by the waistband of his boxers is revealed to you.

"did you miss it?" he stares at you the second he pushes down his pants enough to let his cock out. it looks painfully hard. it is slightly curved, just the sight of it makes your insides ache.

he is too big.

draken is bordering on perfect. maybe that is why he is such an asshole. your finger swipes over his slit, pre oozing in thick droplets. your eyes trail from the swollen brownish head to the veins that trailed along the underside.

"i did." your confession comes out breathy, thighs clenching together almost on instinct. he hums, holding his length at the base, breath hitching at the sudden contact.

he presses the tip to your lips, the glossy finish of his pre looks better on you than that stupid lipstick. "open," he sighs quietly, focused on the sticky strands of your spit and the way your tongue squirms under the weight of his cock.

"fuck." his lip pulls back in a grin, he is pretty, especially when he has that expression on his face. your mouth encloses the bulbous part, your slick muscle laves around his slit and a low moan reverberates through ken's chest.

your mouth is too warm, too wet. it feels too good around him. the silky walls of your cheeks and the way your tongue always seems to be heated. how could you expect him to not be addicted?

you pull off, saliva dripping down his length and staining your face. you always got so messy, draken's jaw slackens when you run your tongue along his length before taking him back into the wet haven of your mouth.

you sink down on him and tears prick at your eyes because it is so much. your hand grips what you cannot fit before removing your mouth with a sniffle.

he is in awe at how little your hand always looks when it is grasping him. how much softer it is than his, how it struggles to wrap around him properly.

you jerk up and down his length, swallowing hard. there is an excessive amount of saliva in your mouth. you look up at him and he cups your face. your lips come around his cock, gradually hollowing your cheeks to take him more. the salty taste of his pre is in your mouth, somehow you missed it.

half of his cock is within the confines of your mouth and it seems draken was waiting until you could not retort.

"i hope you can still take me... or maybe you got used to less." his jaw locks, the thought of mitsuya getting his claws into you makes ken sick. your eyes flick up to his, streams of tears down your face. your lipstick all smeared.

ken wants it stained around the base of his cock if he is honest.

maybe then you would know it is only for him. his hand tangles into your hair, gripping the roots as a deep groan escapes him. he watches his length disappear past your lips, the walls of your throat fluttering around him, pulsing.

all the muscles squeezing his length make his hips stutter. perspiration coats his skin and his adam's apple bobs with each of his gasps as he sinks more of his cock past your lips.

it takes a while before your cute nose is pressed to his abdomen, nuzzling the short hair. he sighs, the silky walls of your tight throat are wrapped around him like it is only his to claim.

he lets you get used to it, holding you to his base whilst your tongue wriggles beneath his cock and the heat of your mouth covers him entirely. your hands tightly grip the fabric at his thighs, eyes fluttering continuously before they finally stare up at him.

almost like you are waiting for him to use you. he thinks your eyes should not look that wide nor that innocent.

maybe it is because they never changed even as you have grown. as long as draken has known you, you have never had anyone. he wants to be your someone.

his free hand wraps around your neck, there is a prominent bulge from his member and the feel of it beneath his fingers makes him shiver.

"bet you like having me in your throat like this." he practically whines. "fuck, m'agine you're choking on my dick like a slut." he anchors his hand in your hair before he slowly thrusts. he thinks the way your shoulders tense is too cute.

low moans leave him, he grows louder as his speed increases. he cannot leave you alone, not even if he wanted to.

he does not want to.

his head tilts back, he can feel your muscles moving along him, he can feel your tongue trembling at the underside.

your mouth is so slick with him it is easy to glide his length in and out of you. his abs strain, the veins on his abdomen appearing more. there is an impeding feeling inside him.

wet sounds fill the room as he fucks your mouth, the way he dreamed of during those days without you. he wants this back so badly.

he wants you.

tears freely coat your dewy skin. his thumb rubs at your neck, the bulge forming with each thrust pulses under his digit.

"does it hurt, baby? oh, fuck, getting your pretty throat rawed like this." you feel so, so good. the way you feel on him is inconceivable and indescribable. ken wants this forever.

his grip on your hair tightens as more pre cum is spewed into the back of your throat. he humps at your mouth, he cannot do without this, he cannot do without you.

draken's teeth grind, his breathing stuttering, the evident rise of his chest growing laboured all because he is using you. your lips look like they are straining, he can feel your breaths on him. the weight of your fist tugging his pants and pressing against him. he can definitely feel the need to cum approaching quicker than usual.

he is sure it will help with the soreness of your throat right now. ken wants to give you his cum and claim your mouth again.

"only thing you're swallowing is my dick and my cum" he hates the thought of it being anyone else. his head leans back, jaw dropped to moan.

he feels like he is losing his senses, he feels you all over him. his cock throbs in your mouth, slipping in and out of the perimeter of your slicked lips. "such a good fucking girl, feel so good." he bites down on his lip before hot air puffs from his mouth, his chest and shoulders tense.

draken's deep voice is cut by groans. he is there, he is so close. the warm wetness of your mouth, the drool leaking down your jaw, the tight grip of your throat stroking his length. he cannot take it much more.

he shoves himself completely into you, gripping your hair and caressing your face. he feels the muscles squeezing down on him because he is not supposed to be there.

he wipes the tears on your cheeks but it does not make a difference when everything is so messy. draken's hips stutter, his balls coated in saliva are leaning on your jaw.

you are too good. you are perfect.

his cock throbs, he is breathless and panting as his back tenses and an onslaught of cum is poured into your eager throat. there is so much it spews out of your mouth as you try your hardest to swallow it all.

"you're so good to me, baby." you take him so well, you always do.

he feels you swallowing the salty semen, he stills for a moment. the way your throat clenches on him is otherworldly. a tandem of curses leave him before he pulls you back by your hair and his cock slips from your tight throat.

it is obscene, how the mixture of cum and spit drips from your mouth and the sticky strands remain webbed to his cock. "holy fuck." he leans your head back, admiring the dazed look in your eyes.

he is panting, barely maintaining his composure. "you're so nasty, such a pretty cock slut, huh?" his lip tilts up as he says it. you only get like this for him.

his large palms reach down to lace his fingers with yours as he lifts you. his eyes glaze over your swollen lips and the tear streaks staining your cheeks.

he is quick to press his body onto yours and kiss you. it is way too sweet, especially since his taste is still tainting your mouth. he moans, tightly wrapping you in his arms as he kisses you harder.

his teeth hit yours and ken is pushing more into you. a deep hum reverberates through him as his tongue glides along yours. it has more wetness coating between your thighs. you wondered why he fit so perfectly with you when he was not made for you.

"don't show anyone else this pretty face, it's only for me." he huffs barely an inch away. he will not let you get on your knees for another man. not as long as he is alive.

his frivolous fingers grope your ass, tugging the fabric of your dress up. the roughness of his finger tips press against the wetness your pussy has leaked into your panties. his greedy touches are accompanied by wet kisses to your cheeks.

you wish you could resist him and you try, you really do. "draken, enough." your voice is weak and distant, you hold his wrists but you do not do anything to stop him. you want to distance yourself from him. you want to end this, right?

a scowl pulls over kens features, "don't call me that like you weren't just sucking my dick." nothing you do can get you away from him. draken is truly unshakeable even as you push at his built chest.

"i want to go home," you huff, shoving at him harder but all it does is make him grip you until you are hissing in pain. "no." you brows furrow at his refusal.

draken wants you to understand that you are home. he has been dropping signs for you to stay here for years. how dense are you? when will you understand that it is you and him against the world.

"we're either fucking or this is the last time you see me," you stare at him in faux disgust. like the thought of him repulses you because you desperately try to convince yourself of it.

you swallow hard. "i already told you, we're done."

he does not falter, not even a little.

instead he reels you in closer. his harsh touches are gentler now, tracing your cheek and dusting over your lips. his eyes are so intense as he glimpses over your features. he is not holding you to him, not anymore.

you can pull away, you can leave so why don't you? something about draken enamours you until you lose cognisance.

"you don't really want that. you don't want me to go away." his voice is like temptation incarnate. he strokes at your hair, brushing the stray strands back.

perhaps, you are too far gone when it comes to him. he is all you have ever known, how can you leave him now?

he sees your bottom lip tremble at the thought and he is pulling you into his embrace. he tucks you under his chin, right against his heart. "it's okay." you cannot think much when all you can smell and feel is him. when you can still taste him on your tongue. "sleep with me and your ken won't ever leave."

he does not need a verbal response because the empty look in your eyes tells all. you are like a ditzy slut but you are his so he is okay with it.

draken scoops you up into his arms. something he usually does. your fingers dig into the fabric of his shirt whilst he carries you.

everything about you is doll like, from your features to how easily he can do with you as he pleases. you are engulfed by his scent more, if that is even possible. he situates you on his sheets, where you have spent too many nights to count.

you stare at him with wide glassy eyes. what is it that you wanted to say? no? you wanted to say no.

you wanted to be done and you wanted him to leave you alone but the thought makes you nauseous. it makes your heart ache and your ears ring. you cannot fathom being without him.

when his large frame leans down to kiss you gently. when he is cupping your face and tilting your head to deepen it. you cannot say no, not when he is doing all the things you dreamed of.

he is so much bigger than you, in every way. his palms are large and he is covered in muscle. he is tall and intimidating.

he could hurt you. instead his touch coaxes over your waist before he laces his fingers with yours.

"you're so fucking gorgeous." he muses. draken straightens up, looking down at you nestled in his sheets. it is where you belong.

he thinks you look like an angel, one that is fresh out of heaven. your eyes do not leave him as he reaches for the hem of his shirt and swiftly tugs it over his head.

he flashes you a grin, his body flexing beneath your heavy gaze. you are admiring the scars on his skin, the sharpness of his abs and the definition of his biceps. why is he so perfect? why does he always look so stunning?

"like it?" you nod your head as he slips his thumbs into the rivets of his v line and tugs his jeans and boxers down.

he is bare when his knee digs into the mattress and he leans over you. "yeah? you like me?" his hand pets your hair, like you are a dumb puppy begging for praise. your cunts leaking from everything he does, you can feel the liquid dripping from your slit to your ass. "you love me. you do" draken groans.

you nod so eagerly, your throat feels constricted, you are so overwhelmed. everything he says is true. everything he does makes you want him more, love him more.

his strong arms wrap around you, the touch of his fingers on your spine makes you arch up. he is finally unzipping your dress after craving to do it for so long. he kisses your mouth softly, trailing down your neck and continuing over every inch of skin that is revealed as he tugs the fabric down.

draken settles on his knees, his hot breath hitting your breasts and wet, open mouthed kisses are left down your stomach. he huffs, his nose digging into your flesh as his hot tongue slips out. it presses into your abdomen, just above your cunt.

you grip the sheets, the sharpness of his dark eyes meet yours as the length of his tongue trails over your tummy.

there is so much tension in the air it is almost suffocating, you find yourself wishing his tongue was inside you already.

he leans back, thumbs hooking into your panties and stripping you bare of all your clothes. the slick between your legs is sticky to your panties, so soaked they are peeled away.

you swallow hard as draken's hands cup the back of your knees and spread you open for him.

"you have the prettiest cunt, i swear." he whistles. his eyes grow darker the longer he stares. he is entranced by how easy you are to wind up. "all you did was suck some cock and you're dripping." there is a hum deep in his chest.

you are left staring up at him dumbly as he admires you. you cannot formulate a coherent thought aside from him. he is the only thing in your head. your ken.

your body feels unbelievably warm, inside and out with all his fleeting touches. he leans down, your thighs propped on his shoulders as he gets closer to your slick cunt.

you feel like you are intoxicated somehow. maybe it is the alcohol but you only feel this high when he is the one touching you.

his middle and ring finger glide over your sopping entrance. a whine escapes you, fingers tightening in his sheets as he slips one of the lengthy digits inside you. he does not stop, not at all. it is relentlessly pressed all the way to his knuckle.

even as you whimper, even though your walls pulse around him. his eyes do not leave yours when the length of his tongue slips out. a thick glob of saliva slipping from the tip to your already messy cunt.

the pinkness of his lips enclose around your stiff clit. his tongue gliding along it as he sucks and the other coated finger is forcing its way inside.

he needs to stretch you out and fast. he needs you ready to take him. "ken!" it is high pitched, bordering on a whine. you grip his hair. you are already panting, already wanting more.

draken's free hand glides from your hip to grip your waist. he moans into your pussy, the vibration travelling through your entire being. his fingers pump into you with messy sounds. it is like you are sucking them in, as if you do not want to let him go.

wet squelches echo through the room, slick leaks from you and stains his digits.

"there's my girl, keep saying ken." his tongue prods your stilted bundle of nerves, sucking on it like he has done before.

he knows your body like the back of his hand. knows that every curl of his fingers within your dripping cunt has your hips stuttering and your back arching up.

he knows that his mouth on your clit makes your eyes water and your jaw hang open. knows that those moans are because he is hitting so deep inside, you cannot control yourself.

you are breathless when his fingers slip out and his mouth encloses your dripping slit. his tongue is pushed in entirely. you are squealing at the wet muscle that wriggles along your walls.

draken's eyes roll back at the taste of your cunt and he moans. he went without it, without you for too long. he does not think he can do it again.

he will not let himself be without you for that long ever again.

you cry his name, fingers gripping his hair for some semblance of self control. the tighter you hold, the harder he sucks on you.

draken feels like he could spend forever between your legs. like he could die happy if the last thing he tasted was you. his mouth has you drooling and cross eyed. it has your thighs trembling and you bite your lips so much they are raw.

ken is the only one who gets you like this, he is the only one who will ever get the opportunity. "feels good. so good. s'deep." you babble on and on and ken thinks it is the cutest.

he is lapping at your cunt like a man who is deprived of water. honestly, he is and he is upset with you. of course he is.

who did you think you were staying away from him?

he pulls back, slick coating his lips and covering his tongue. "wanna cum." you mewl and his brows raise. his fingers slip right back inside you, all at once. he does not miss a beat as he fucks them into you. "think you deserve it? you haven't been nice, babe." he presses his face to your plush thigh.

gazing up at your expression, you already look like you are fucked dumb. "m'sorry, sorry, ken. i'm sorry." you whimper, dainty fingers reaching for his hand to hold it.

you are such a baby.

what did you get by acting like this aside from making him obsessed with you?

it is such an adorable apology but you spent days away from him. he could hardly function, why did you think it was okay to do that to him? he is catching tears in your eyes, like crystals that are priceless. he sees your snotty nose and pouted lips.

he truly cannot let go of you.

his fingers quicken and your head hits the sheets, leaning back as your hips rock. "close, baby?" your head bobs quickly, "so closeee." your voice is all drawled and heavy with desire.

his mouth covers your cunt again, still fucking into you as your entire body heats up. your stomach feels like there are a million knots within it.

you are crying out his name so adorably, ken cannot help but grin a bit while he is making out with your pussy. your hand squeezes his, nails nicking his skin as you rock your hips against his face. the burning in your abdomen intensifies, only growing greater.

your thighs shift closer together but he is there to stop them, your back arches completely off the mattress when you reach that high. your mind feels white hot, vision going blurry because he does not stop even as you cum.

your tongue is practically lolling out as he laps at your cunt and your body vibrates from the feeling. high pitched moans fill the room all breathy and desperate.

your chest heaves, gripping ken's hand as you try to find your bearings. you can feel his breath hit your entrance, he does not make a move from where he is.

"those days you were ignorin' me." he pauses, his fingers dig into your thigh. you can feel him squeezing your hand tightly, it is not as gentle as it started.

"did you let him see you like this?" your eyes flutter, trying your hardest to steady your breathing. "i didn't sleep with him." you mumble, leaning into the softness of the pillows. your body feels exhausted already.

ken roughly pulls away from you, the sudden jolt shocks you but he is over you in a second. his hand grips your jaw, gaze narrowed. "don't lie." his voice is low in warning. it is hard to keep a straight face when cum is covering his lips and dripping down his face. it makes you flustered completely. his eyes stare into yours as though he is attempting to read your soul.

"m'not lying to you, ken." you shove at his chest but all draken does is grip both your wrists to tug your body down the bed.

he has your legs on either side of his waist and his cock's resting on your stomach. he can see where he will reach once he is inside. his hands caress your thighs, trailing to your hips that he grips lightly.

he leans down to claim your lips, your slick rubbing onto you and resting on your tongue. your body feels weak but your arms wrap around his neck and bring him closer. fingers wound in his hair as you kiss him more desperately, more lovingly. you wish he would believe you, when have you ever betrayed him?

his palm slips between your spread legs, prodding your entrance and you pull away from his mouth with a hiss. you are pushing at his forearm but ken does not approve at all, it is evident in his expression.

"ken, wait for a bit..." you are still unbearably sensitive. he does not see it that way, instead his head tilts, eyes so dark they seem black.

"did mitsuya loosen you up for me?" his tone is covered with anger, he feels sick to his stomach. he is being tortured by images of you and him. ken cannot take it, not at all.

your eyes widen at his words, stilling for a moment. "don't talk to me like i'm some slut." there is a frown tugging ken's lips down. you were doing so well, everything was going so well and now he is upset about things that never happened.

"you are, you were fucking him too." he grits out, jaw clenching tightly. the thought makes him want to throw up. it makes him want to hurt mitsuya for ever putting his hands on you.

"i didn't do that, ken. when did you stop trusting me?" your chest heaves, brows furrowed in dismay.

"since you started being a whore." your lip trembles, eyes filling with tears that burn. your throat feels like if you speak you will break down into tears.

you turn your head away from him, sniffles leaving you as you desperately fight tears. they still coat your cheeks like an endless waterfall.

you did not want to break down in front of him, you did not want him to see how easily he makes you cry. it is too late when you are in his room, on his bed with your heart ripped out of your chest and given to him. your body shakes with sobs, squeezing your lids shut.

"why do you always do this to me?" your voice is broken. the second his fingers stroke your face, you wonder why you always give him this power.

why do you let him him make you cry and break you down without consequence? "because i want you here." he breathes, his large palms encasing your breasts and rubbing at your nipples.

he kisses you even as you cry, even as you sob into his mouth but it is okay because you let him slip his tongue inside.

you are still okay with him biting on your bottom lip and kissing you like this. his touch trails down your stomach to your hips.

a sigh leaves him as he reaches for his hard erection, so much pre cum leaking from his swollen tip. he guides the head between your spread folds.

an excessive amount of slick coating him while he drags it along your opening. your pussy seems to miss him as much as you did because your treacherous body is growing hotter.

you both looking at where he breaches you, your breath catches at the thickness of his head is forced into your gummy walls. "real fuckin tight." ken whistles, his abs tenses because he is seconds away from fucking the entire thing into you.

your cunt is like nirvana, your insides squeeze down on him although he barely put the tip in.

"i missed you." he huffs, his fingers dig into the thick flesh of your thighs, his hips slowly surging forward and making you cry. "c'mon open up, relax for me." he thrusts again, your back arches up.

you whimper his name, ken loves the way you say it. his thumb swipes over the barely there lipstick on your mouth before he is pressing it inside.

your spit filled mouth encloses around the digit and ken grins. his eye brows knit together at the slick sound that comes from your pussy gripping him.

your silky walls are pulsing around him uncontrollably. ken wishes he could be inside you forever. he rolls your clit, your cunt gushing over his cock and he only fucks more of himself into you with each thrust.

your hand presses against ken's abdomen but he is so much stronger. he clicks his tongue. "don't try to run from it. y'know you can take it." his voice is so deep it's almost gravelly. your resistance is trembling.

"i can feel your pretty cunt squeezing me, i know you want more" his thumb slips further into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat until you gag. "i know you want to be stuffed full, you missed it, didn't you?" you nod dumbly.

he thinks you look pretty like this, swollen lips and messy hair. filled with cock and sucking on his thumb like you are made for it. you are, you are made for him.

it takes one particularly hard thrust before he is completely inside of you. his entire cock throbs alongs your pulsing walls, your body tenses because you feel so unbearably full.

you whine, you swear he is nudging your cervix. you can feel him in your stomach, you can see where the head of his cock has it bulging. you moan his name and all it does is make ken smile.

his girth stretches you out so much that it burns. you are left with your chest heaving as he pulls your leg onto his shoulder and he holds the other open.

he can see your cunt spread open around him, your pelvis is flush to his, your insides are holding him so tightly he feels like he can barely move.

his hips slam into you, your body jolts and your legs shake. he leans over, lifting you until your ass is off the bed and fucks you the way he was dying to in all the days you were not with him. "baby, baby, you're perfect" he pants. "got the sweetest cunt."

the lengthy locks of ivory hang on either side of his face, he looks too pretty. you are a whimpering, drooling mess beneath his large frame.

you press on the spot that distends your tummy with each pump of his hips. you both sigh at the feeling. ken is looking at where you are taking him between your legs, where his cock slips in and out completely doused in your juices.

you are met with the chain you got him. it hangs in your face and the anklet he got you is right next to his ear. in mockery, in proof, you are not quite sure.

when draken fucks you like this he wonders why it was so difficult for you to accept that you are his.

your fists find the soaked sheets, your body feels hot and sweat coats your skin. you feel like there is cotton in your head. tears stream down your cheeks and traces of saliva are on your lips. you are always so easily lost in him.

your eyes squeeze shut, he is pounding you into the sheets like you are a sex doll. ken is all you can feel, all you can think about. you sigh in contentment. you are hardly coherent.

"ken, you're so big." you mewl, his fingers dig into your skin, his nails pressing against the flesh.

"yeah? you missed me fucking you? missed having my cock deep in this pussy? pretty girl, all you think about is my dick." you whine and his voice is filled with amusement.

growing breathy the longer he is wrapped in your vice walls and covered in your viscous liquid.

he slams his hips to yours, each dragging you along his length. you can feel his skin sticky everywhere you are touching him.

your cream forms a white ring along the base of his cock and leaks down his balls. "messy." he clicks his tongue. your little body looks so precious under him.

you are taking a cock that is way too big for you but you take it so well.

you always do.

you can hardly think when he is shoving so deep inside that you swear he is bruising your cervix. a light clink and the coldness of metal on your forehead has your eyes opening in confusion.

"ken?" he does not stop moving. your body shakes and you writhe from his brutal ministrations. "you scared, baby?" he grins, his hand comes down to rest on your sternum and he leans over you more.

you are not scared, it should worry you that you are not scared in the slightest.

you trust him with your life.

even as he holds a gun to your head you cannot find it in yourself to be afraid of him.

it should worry you even more that the only thing that generates a reaction from you is him pressing the same gun to his temple.

you jerk.

"stop!" you cannot even reach for his hand when he is holding you down like this. you are so insanely confused.

a new influx of tears streaming from your eyes as your pleas fall on deaf ears. you wish he would stop being reckless.

"isn't that cute? now you care." he pauses his hips, your nails dig into his forearm but draken does not flinch.

he accuses you when he is the only thing you care about, the only thing you ever think of.

"i want to you to know, this is what will happen if you leave me again." your lips part in shock, his eyes are dark. so dark.

there is an overwhelming feeling of worry washing over you.

"ken, this is crazy." your voice cracks as you cry.

"is it?" you are painfully away that his cock is throbbing inside you. "it's crazy that you were running around with some other guy."

"i wasn't, i swear i wasn't."

"are you going to leave me, baby? that's all i need to know." his hand leaves your sternum to stroke your cheek. it is so gentle.

your heart feels like it has taken too much pain to work. "you don't want me." it hurts. it hurts but you know it is true.

drakens lips pulled back in a scowl. his expression is unreadable, he is unreadable. you never understand him.

he applies pressure to the trigger and nausea fills your senses. your scream bloody murder because you have to look at him hold a gun to his head but you cannot do anything. he does not allow you.

"promise you won't leave." he says and you cry, pleading endlessly. you cannot handle losing him in any capacity. you cannot lose him at all.

"m'sorry, please don't" your throat feels so tight, it hurts to speak. "i won't leave so please stop!" you hiccup, holding his hand and praying he can see the desperation in your eyes.

"say it again" his eyes grow hooded, like those words falling off your tongue are music to his ears. you only sob harder.

"i won't ever leave you. i promise i won't." you voice is hoarse and wavering. your eyes do not move from the metal barrel aimed at his head.

you are fretting in worry but ken looks glad. he looks delighted even. the flash of his teeth makes you swallow.

"and you love me?" his head tilts. "i do." you whisper. you have never told him that before.

how could you protect your heart if you were professing your love for him? right now it does not seem to matter.

"i love you, ken. always did." your voice is barely audible, you swear the pounding of your heart is louder than it.

"close your eyes." you shake your head, completely confused. you are terrified.

"do it if you love me." tears leak from your eyes because now you do not have a choice. you shake with sobs as you close your eyes.

"good girl, such a good girl. you're always so perfect for me." draken's body covers yours, his nose nuzzling your face and you cry harder when he kisses your skin.

"please, ken, please, please." your arms wrap around him, fingers finding purchase in his skin because you cannot see him.

"are you scared?" you nod your head with a broken whimper.

"please, ken, i love you. i need you." you cannot see the grin that crosses his face but draken is all too pleased.

his mouth meets your ear "i need you too." you feel an ounce of relief and then the shrill of a gun unloading makes you scream.

it is so loud you instantly feel sick. your entire body trembles, your scream aches your throat and shakes everything in the apartment.

your heart feels like it jumped out of your chest and you are expecting blood or a body but instead you hear draken's low laugh and your eyes open.

"don't leave again or it'll be a bullet." it seems he is finally satisfied. he drops the gun to the sheets and you shove it further away.

his palm cups your cheek and brings your attention back to him. he wipes at your tears, cooing at your miserable expression.

"you only have me to love. remember that." you cannot process his words. your chest is heavy, breathing stuttered by panic. still racked with sobs but you are reaching for him.

his large frame is tugged down over you, practically covering you completely. your leg is pressed closer to your chest. he is so warm, you can feel his skin and remind yourself that he is here.

he causes all your troubles yet he is the only person capable of comforting you. "relax." he coos but it only makes you cry harder.

your body trembles against him but all ken has to do is wrap his arms around you and your worries lessen. "please, never again." because you swear your heart will stop beating if he put a gun to his head for a second time.

he pacifies you with sweet caresses along your hair before he pulls back. he smiles when you whimper, drying your cheeks but they are freshly coated with new tears. you are touching at his skin frantically, anything to remind yourself that he is really with you.

"gonna let me fuck you like you deserve? since you were such a good girl." his eyes do not leave yours, he nods his head and you find yourself nodding along with him despite how far gone your mind is.

draken hums, leaning over you as your legs wrap around his toned waist. he smiles, swiping at your tears, pressing the sweetest kiss to your lips before he trails down your neck.

your eyes flutter, breathing finally slowing but a gasp escapes your lips as his mouth encloses your nipple. you swallow hard, thighs tensing around him.

his eyes flick up to yours, face all too smug when his hips begin to rock. his teeth scrape the skin of your nipple, tongue flicking over it as he pulls away.

"like when i play with these cute tits of yours?" you are too flustered, way too dazed and dumb. your head leans away, why does he make you feel like this? his deep voice has your cunt leaking and your heart beating out of your chest.

"don't act shy, your pussy's squeezing me so hard, i know you like it." you do not have a chance to deal with the way his words have settled heat into your bones because his mouth encloses over your throat to leave more marks.

his thrusts are growing faster, rougher and you find yourself melting into a puddle, like dough you become whatever he wants.

you are only capable of moaning his name so prettily that draken's insides grow fuzzy. you are so good, too good. your hand slips into the lengthy strands of his hair.

"ken." you tug him closer, you wonder how much closer he can get than being deep enough to hit your cervix. you want him closer than his lips brushing against yours every time he fucks his hips into yours. you want him closer than the way your nipples are grazing his hard chest.

you want to crawl into his skin and make it your home.

you want him.

you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, your tongue slipping into his mouth when you pull him down. you can feel his blunt nails digging into your skin, he is bruising your waist and hips.

spit coats your mouths like gloss. "ken, i love you, i love you." you never said it to him, regardless of the countless times you thought it when you looked at him.

hearing those words roll off your tongue almost makes draken cum instantly. you are finally able to say it and you want to take advantage of it.

"fuck. you're mine. not mitsuya's, not anyone else's." his cheeks are reddened, the sharpness of his thrusts makes your back arch off the sheets. his chest heaves, the brown of his eyes stare into yours "you're mine."

you nod because it is all you ever wanted. you say yes, you sign yourself over to him entirely. you would do it in this lifetime and every single one that came after.

you cannot think at all, your jaw hanging open, your nails digging into his skin. you can feel the sting against your thighs with every thrust. something about the way he crowds over you, so much bigger, covered in muscle makes your insides hotter.

it makes you burn with want and need. your legs wrap around his waist tighter. feeling ken's hand grip your throat. you want him in every way.

you want him to fuck you like this and kiss you sweetly later. you want draken more than you have ever wanted anything else. and draken wants you like that too.

"you're my girl, my slut," he huffs into your face and the whine that leaves you is atrocious. the feeling he stirs up inside you with just those words is insane.

"maybe if i knocked your pretty ass up, you'd stop acting so stupid" he slams his hips into yours, he thrust so hard that he opens up the inside of your gummy walls every time and hits so deep you lose yourself a little bit more.

all draken can think about is pouring load after load into your leaking hole and giving you his baby. all he wants is to pound inside of you until there is no doubt that you will be swollen with his seed.

"huh? if i gave you a baby to take care of, you wouldn't have time to get mad at me" you mewl, your nails dig into his skin. he leans down to messily kiss you. his spit feels sticky in your mouth, he kisses harder, his cock being fucked into you so roughly your head blanks.

"pussy feels so good inside. you're going to take it right? all for me? going to take my cum and keep it in this cute cunt?" you cry when he pounds particularly hard and you can feel every inch of him.

you bob your head in agreement although you have no clue what he says.

"ken i love you so much." you babble, tears leak down your face.

"yeah? i should give you something then, since you're so good. should stuff this tight little hole with so much cum. you want it, pretty baby?" draken flashes you a grin when you nod. your eyes flutter, he pounds his hips harder and harder.

his movements grow uneven, he groans into your face. pressing soft kisses to your cheeks. he loses himself in the feeling of your vice walls squeezing him.

"you'll make such a pretty mommy." his forehead meets yours, you whimper so adorably when you clamp down and your pretty cunt creams all over him.

even then draken does not give you a moment's rest.

he curses lowly, his hips press flush to yours, only pulling out partially before slamming roughly into you. your body writhes with oversensitivity. you claw at his flesh, crying softly.

when he cums you swear it burns. it paints every inch of your walls and the sticky strands of cum seem never ending. it pools in your cunt and seeps around the perimeter of his thick cock.

he is panting over you, his face buried in your neck and your fingers slip into his hair. you stroke it even as he remains inside you. even as ken wraps his arms tighter around you and he presses kisses to your throat. "don't leave." he whispers so softly into your skin that you would have missed it.

"i won't." you mumble back and he huffs a heavy sigh like the reassurance is everything he needs and more. his strong arms squeeze you, fingers taunt on your skin as he coddles you against him. your legs tighten around his waist and you really think that this is what bliss truly is.

he does not want to let you go, he does not want to leave you.

his mouth presses into yours, gently kissing you, he peppers kisses to your face before he leans back. a whine escapes you when he slips his cock from your pussy.

you can feel the cum he kept plugged inside you gushing out and your body tenses. it finally dawns on you what he did. draken's eyes trail from your messy cunt to your expression and he is bothered by the unsureness contorting your features.

he presses a deep kiss to your mouth, almost like he wants to remind you it is him, that it is okay because it's him, that you were going to be with him one way or another. he caresses your face and you pursue your lips as he stands from the bed and goes to the bathroom.

you are stuck in your thoughts, your eyes on him when he reenters the room and he starts wiping you off. you are sore and tired yet you cannot seem to sleep because what does this mean for you and him?

once he is done he climbs into the bed with you, he tucks himself along your side, his bicep your pillow and his nose nuzzling your cheek. you are both still completely bare, his arm wraps around your waist and it is silent for a moment before his deep voice flitters through the air.

"do you think it took?" your brows raise, eyes slightly alarmed. what does he mean by that? you know what he means. you swear it was all in the heat of the moment.

your eyes meet his, "what?" you are exasperated but draken is unphased.

"my seed." it makes a shiver run down your spine. you furrow your brows, you are not sure what you should say.

"i don't know... i don't think so," you cannot picture yourself pregnant, not right now. you never thought he would want that, not with you.

you are surprised by how disheartened he seems.

"we can keep trying." his hand trails along your waist until it sits low on your stomach. you are stunned, you are entirely in disbelief. he gently strokes the flesh while your thoughts are a jumbled mess.

when his gaze meets yours, he smiles. it is too dangerous.

"i hope our baby has your eyes."

i didn't think this would be so long

i have a nanami fic that's almost done and it is just as long !

[piichuu]

♡ WAKING HIM UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

FEATURES: baji keisuke, chifuyu matsuno, takashi mitsuya, ken ryuguji, manjiro sano, shinichiro sano

WARNINGS: mentions of potential murder, a knife, messy writing fluff, gn!reader

BAJI KEISUKE

his eyes flutter open and he sits up in bed as soon as he hears the sound of someone moving downstairs. baji looks to his side just to see you aren’t there and even if anyone else’s first thought would be that you’ve just went downstairs to eat something, his first thought is that someone has come to murder you.

he rushes out of bed and grabs a pocket knife that he has by his night stand, just in case someone who he has troubles with would come to try and do something to you. the stairs creak as he walks, but he doesn’t care as his heart is currently beating out of his chest and he has already began to sweat. “i’m gonna have a fucking heart attack,” he mumbles to himself as he enters the kitchen with the knife in hand just to let out a sigh of relief when he sees you making yourself a sandwich by the kitchen counter.

you look up towards him, your eyes widening when noticing the knife he’s holding in his hands, but you soon come to the realization why. “baji, you worry too much. did you really think i was a murderer or something?” you go back to making the sandwich you were dying to eat as you woke up just ten minutes ago, not being able to fall back asleep.

he sighs and puts the knife on the kitchen counter so he can walk towards you, wrapping both of his arms around your waist from behind while hiding his face in your shoulder blade. “how could i not? it’s not often you’re up wandering around at this hour. could you not fall back asleep? you should’ve woken me up then,” he frowns and you smile after hearing him so evidently care about you. “but you were sleeping so peacefully and i didn’t want to wake you.”

you turn around in his arms and place a kiss to his cheek. “i promise, if a murderer would come inside, they wouldn’t be so loud in the kitchen.” “that doesn’t make it better, i want them to be loud so i can hear them,” he speaks and you roll your eyes but wrap your arms around his neck, flashing him a sweet smile. “but there’s no one else but us here, so there’s nothing to worry about.” “i guess, but if i would’ve had a heart attack, you would have had to pay for my medical bills.”

CHIFUYU MATSUNO

some nightmares are worse than others and the worst ones are those when chifuyu is hurt or breaks up with you. it isn’t often you have them, but they seem to suddenly occur after you’ve had a bad day. all the insecurities are getting the best of you, causing those nightmares to ruin your entire night.

your eyes open and you immediately reach for chifuyu who’s laying on his side with his hand on your waist. he is more alive than ever, especially more alive than he was in the dream you just had. “chifuyu?” you whisper his name, needing to hear him respond, just to make sure everything is okay.

he stays asleep, causing the panic to once again take over. you reach for him to touch his face, it’s warm. having you move your fingers across his face slowly but surely makes his eyes flutter open as well. the weak grip he had on your waist now completely loosens as he reaches his hands up to cup your face. “what are you doing, baby? what’s the time?” he asks, looking deep into your eyes through the dark.

“you died,” you mumble, now wrapping your arms around him to stay as close as possible. “you died in my nightmare and i wanted to know you were still alive,” you sniffle, almost in relief as the panic truly got to you. how can a nightmare affect a person in such a way? chifuyu doesn’t know, but he’s aware of how much you worry about him and how he does the same for you.

“i’m alive, baby. i promise, i’m right here,” he smiles softly, pulling you close to his chest before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “don’t cry, it’s okay. it was just a nightmare, i’m right here. i’m not going anywhere,” chifuyu whispers with his lips lingering over your skin and you nod, looking at him with watery eyes before closing them and allowing yourself to relax in the security of his arms. “i’m always gonna be here, i won’t ever leave.”

TAKASHI MITSUYA

it is late into the night and you’re still wide awake. it’s been hours since you first tried to fall asleep. since then you’ve been twisting and turning, causing your boyfriend’s grip around you to loosen. he’s been peacefully asleep since he first closed his eyes and at first, you thought you’d fall into deep slumber just by being in his arms, just like you always do, but tonight is different.

the entire day has been stressful due to the amounts of work and stress you’ve had to go through. it still seems like you haven’t fully calmed down which is the reason as to why you still can’t sleep and relax. usually, you wouldn’t be so selfish, but your last resort is waking mitsuya up, hoping he can help you in some way.

you only have to give him a shake by the shoulder for his eyes to open. he looks at you with half lidded eyes and wraps an arm around your waist to pull you close to his chest. “why are you awake? is it morning already?” he mumbles while pressing a kiss to your cheek. you let out a quiet sigh and shake your head, resting it against his naked chest. “can’t fall asleep.”

he furrows his eyebrows and begins to stroke your hair. “darling, you should’ve woken me up earlier. how long has it been since i fell asleep?” mitsuya brushes his fingers through your hair, his expression growing soft as he keeps looking at you in your tired state. “four hours…” “alright, do you want me to read you a book? maybe that’ll help.”

you nod slightly, not knowing if it will actually help, but at least it’s worth a try. mitsuya reaches for a book that lies on the nightstand and opens it up, starting from the beginning. one hand is holding the book as the other one keeps playing with your hair, making sure you’re as comfortable as possible. his voice is soft and gentle just as his touch.

the book itself isn’t interesting, but simply hearing the sound of your boyfriend’s comforting voice causes your eyes to slowly close and you to doze off. it doesn’t take too long for the sound of snores to fill the room as mitsuya finishes reading the first chapter, smiling at you before leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “sleep well, my love.”

KEN RYUGUJI

after a few hours of sleep, you wake up to your body shivering from the lack of warmth. the blanket that was previously covering both you and the man beside you has now been taken over completely by your boyfriend who’s curled up on his side, facing you so you can see how his face is finally relaxed and not as tense as it so commonly is. you’ll have to break that peacefulness though, as he holds the cover tightly in his arms, not making it easy for you to get it back.

you sigh, sitting up in bed as you begin to poke his cheek with your pointer finger. he groans and turns a little before opening his eyes to look up at you who wants to fall back asleep as soon as possible before it’s too late. “ken, i’m cold. you stole the cover,” you mumble as he begins to slowly wake up. it takes him a few seconds to register your words, but he soon looks down at the cover he’s holding and let’s go of it, allowing you to climb under them so you can become warm again.

“thank you,” you whisper as he wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face into the crook of your neck. “stop waking me up at night,” his voice is muffled by your skin, but you roll your eyes when hearing his words. “well, last time you were literally crushing me and now you’re making me freeze to death. i have good reasons to wake you up.”

he hugs you tighter as his eyes once again grow heavy, just like yours as the warmth envelops you once again. “whatever, but you’re making breakfast tomorrow if i can’t fall back asleep,” ken mutters and you giggle, nodding your head before leaning down to kiss his temple. “alright, but if you do fall asleep again, we’ll make breakfast together.” “i guess that’s fine.”

MANJIRO SANO

“mikey” you shake his shoulders lightly as you’re sitting up in bed, having been awake for the last couple of hours as the scenes from the horror movie you two watched has been imprinted on your brain. every time you’ve closed your eyes, the only thing you have been able to see are those terrifying faces.

manjiro sano is a deep sleeper so it takes a good while for you to finally wake him up, and when he eventually does, he looks around in confusion. “hm? don’t wanna wake up yet,” he mumbles while pulling you close to him. “let’s sleep in for longer, i don’t wanna get up.”

you sigh and break free from his grip. “i can’t sleep, mikey,” you admit while looking down at him. for a minute, he looks up at you with a raised brow as he doesn’t seem to understand what the problem might be, but then he chuckles lightly. “did the movie scare you that much, baby? i thought you said you weren’t scared,” he fake pouts and reaches for your hands to intertwine his fingers with yours. “do you need me to protect you? your savior is here!”

he squeezes your hands and you roll your eyes, allowing him to pull you back down so you now lay on top of him. he lets go of one of your hands and puts it in your hair instead, gently brushing through the soft strands. “it’s just those scary people that keep popping up every time i close my eyes,” you mutter and mikey smiles softly.

“well, i’m a good fighter so i’ll protect you if they come here. so even if you see them now when you close your eyes, i can talk to you to make you forget them,” he mumbles and you nod, seeming to enjoy that idea, so you close your eyes and listen to the sound of his calming voice, forcing you to forget those ugly faces that’s been on your mind for hours.

mikey keeps stroking your hair and leans in to kiss your forehead when he notices how you’re barely awake anymore. “no more horror movies from now on, i guess.”

SHINICHIRO SANO

you’re straddling his lap as you poke his cheeks to wake him up from the deep slumber he’s succumbed to. his mouth is slightly open and his hair messy from twisting and turning in his sleep, but he still succeeds to wake up from all your poking. “hm? what’s wrong? are you okay?” he grabs your waist as soon as he wakes up, staring right into your eyes as worry begin to fill them.

“i’m fine shin! i just wanted to ask you something…” you mumble, looking away as your face begins to heat up now that he’s finally awake and you can ask him what you wanted. he is still looking up at you with a hint of worry in his eyes as he rubs your waist with his thumbs. “can i have kisses?” you finally ask and as soon as the question is asked, the corners of your boyfriend’s lip curl up into a grin.

he nods and puts a hand on your back to indicate for you to lay down on him. you quickly do as he asks before he cups your face and leans in to press a kiss to your lips. he doesn’t even question the fact that you woke him up for something you can get in the morning instead, he just allows your lips to mold together as he continues to kiss you for what feels like an eternity, a good eternity.

shinichiro moves from your lips to place kisses to every single part of your face. he smiles to himself when hearing the sounds of your giggles filling the dark room and his lips continue to adventure over the different areas of your face. he spends some extra time by your cheeks to then go back to your nose so he can leave a few kisses on the bridge of it. “i love you,” he mumbles before once again kissing your lips.

you hum and fully relax in his arms as the kisses never seems to stop, but they unfortunately have to so you can catch some air again. your boyfriend wraps his arms around your waist and sighs contently as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. “go back to sleep now or you’ll be tired in the morning,” he whispers while holding you tight. “i’ll give you as many kisses as you want tomorrow.”

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SOMEONE BAD MOUTHING YOU

Ryuguji Ken, Shiba Taiju, Sano Manjiro

⚠️Warning: curse words, aggressive behavior

Ryuguji Ken (Draken)

Today was weird, Draken felt like everyone was avoiding you for some reason. He couldn't quite put a finger on it. The school bell rang indicating recess time, he walked through the corridor to go to your classroom and have recess together. However, once he walked by the toilet, he heard a conversation mentioning about you, hence he halted his movement. "Do you know that Y/N from Class 3-1 was a bully during elementary school?," "Ugh, no wonder she's in relationship with Draken, they must enjoyed bullying people together during their elementary," the conversation continued which most of the time were about you. Draken couldn't hold it any longer, he has knew you since the elementary! He knew how you were a timid kid, and instead, you were the one that were bullied! That was why he came to your rescue and protected you since then. He approached those students in the toilet, "Repeat that again. I want to decipher whatchu you mean by that... ." They all frozed in their spot, not knowing how to reply. "He! He was the one saying that!," one of them pointed out at a certain guy. Huh..? Draken knows him, he was the guy that confessed to you before and he also went to the same elementary school you both went to. Draken felt enraged and grabbed the said guy's collar. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to say that!," "As if! You literally throwing dirt on her name and now you are denying it!." Fast forward, Draken arrived at your class but with the man tailed behind him, "Kenny, why is he here?," you asked curiously. "This guy will confess his sin in front of the school gate after school, you will see why," Draken smirked. Glad to say by the time the school ended, the guy were kneeling in front of you while screaming how he made up those rumour as a revenge for your rejection. The next day, many students approached you to apologize for believing those lies.

Shiba Taiju

Taiju were currently relaxing in his office room. He has ordered one of his subordinate to grab him a drink at the coffee shop across the street. He was minding his own business when suddenly he heard those subordinates of his were chit-chatting at the garden. He happened to hear their conversation due to him currently sitting by the open big window in his office. "Y/N has made our boss becoming less powerful! I hate her! I joined Black Dragon as I admired our boss so much due to his power and strength! But it seems like our boss has become mellow once she came into the frame. How I wish I could broke them up so that we gotta have our old boss back!," the guy that was ordered by Taiju has voiced out his complaint to another subordinate. Without a warning, Taiju jumped from the window and luckily he didn't broke any bones considering that it was quite high. After landing, he threw a punch towards the guy's face. The impact was very shocking, as the guy broke some of his tooth and coughing blood in the process. "I asked you to get me a coffee! Not to badmouthed my girlfriend, asshole!," he kicked the guy in the stomach. The poor guy sworn on his life that he was joking. "Joking my ass! You fucking think I'm dumb huh?!," Taiju continued to punish him. "Drag this guy to the torture room, do as I said or you will become the next target!," Taiju ordered the other subordinate. By the next hour, you entered his office and you could see Taiju was smiling by himself. "Err scary! Why are you smiling like that when no one is around?," you asked him. Taiju walked over to you and hugged you, "Nothing babe. I am just glad that a pest was diposed! He was such an eyesore... ."

Sano Manjiro (Mikey)

Mikey was currently waiting for everyone at the Toman's meeting area. While waiting, he saw some of the Toman's members started to gather there. It seems like none of them noticed him as he waited near the big tree. Mikey started to hear mumblings from the group, so he started to eaves-dropped to their conversation. "Where is Y/N?," "I don't know, maybe she didn't feel like tagging along this meeting anymore," "Glad to hear that, she's no use. I don't know why Mikey let her participates in our meeting. It's not like she helps us fight too." Mikey started to see red, what the hell were they saying about you?! He got up from his position and walked over to the group, "I agree with you guys! Ugh... why would I ever let her in the meeting with us, right?." The group fell silent, most of them looked at Mikey horrified. "Hey, why are you guys not talking anymore? It's okay, just talk! Fill me in with the gossip you have," Mikey faux his smile. They remained silent, that is when Mikey felt like he couldn't take it anymore. He kicked one of them swiftly, making the guy thrown away quite far. The other guys were now begging for forgiveness, saying that they didn't mean what they said about you. Fast forward, you arrived at the meeting area with all of the other founder members of Toman. You ran to Mikey as you saw some of the members scattered on the ground, "What happened Mikey?! Did the enemy group attacked you guys?!." Mikey turned to look at you, "Hehe nothing happened babe! These guys wanna have a match with me so we did, but as you can see, I won!." You sighed and scolded him not to hurt his members anymore. Mikey just nodded his head and walk you along to the other founder members. Unfortunately, the next day, those guys that were found scattered on the ground were nowhere to be found, hmm you wonder why...

[thvkei]

tokyo rev; how they hug !

including. mikey, draken, baji, mitsuya.

summary. pinterest pics describing how they’d hug reader<3 i think we all need 1 rn!! enjoy:)

part two.

MANJIRO SANO .

‘ mikey is arguably the comfiest hugger of them all. he’s the type to drape his arms around you at the most random times, letting out a huff through his pink lips. he weighs you down. when you ask him what’s up, he’ll just hum, nuzzling closer. doesn’t let go—especially when you’re busy. ‘

KEN RYUGUJI .

‘ draken isn’t that into pda, but there are times when he feels you need it. in that case, he’ll lock an arm around your neck and pull you close, planting a kiss on your head. when you’re alone, he always finds himself draping an arm around your shoulder. it always ends with your head snug between his bicep and his chest, warmed by the thick muscles underneath. ‘

MITSUYA TAKASHI .

‘ with mitsuya, it’s usually the subtle touches. but when he can get away with it, he’ll never miss an opportunity to have you in his arms, right up against his chest. he’s a head cradler. the one who breathes in your scent and rocks you side to side. the one who hugs you like you’re home. ‘

BAJI KEISUKE .

‘ call me biased, but in my opinion, baji offers the type of hug you’d never wanna leave. ‘c’mere,’ he’d beckon as he scoops you up in those strong arms. he has his own personal spidey sense for when you need an arm or two that he’s never ashamed to give you, no matter where or when. he’s firm. grounding. yours. ‘

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A/N: The month is really almost over? Jesh, I can't believe we've made it this far. Thank you to everyone that's been following this journey the entire time! Now... Kenny’s having a hard time sleeping so we’re gonna help him out. 😌 The taglist is now closed, but if you want to keep up with the posts that have already been put out or the ones that are still to come you can find the up-to-date masterlist below!

Character: Ken “Draken” Ryuguji (x fem!Reader)

Warnings: smut, fingering, 18+ content, oral sex (receiving), nicotine usage, dirty talk, offensive language (swearing), squirting, pet names (pretty girl, darling, doll, sweetheart) daddy kink, hair pulling, orgasm denial, minors dni

Word Count: 1.2k

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He tossed and turned as you both lay in bed, every single thing that could possibly have his head spinning was what was keeping him up. Draken needed to get some peace, needed to find some way to unwind to let him finally get that rest that he needed more than anything. The man already barely ever slept, this wasn’t helping at all. Finally, he climbed out of bed, making his way toward the sliding glass door that went to the porch. He snagged the pack of cigarettes and lighter from the counter and his way by and placed one between his lips. Maybe the nicotine would help him relax a little, help him get himself level.

Draken closed the glass door and took a drag, keeping it there for as long as he could to get the best hit possible before letting it back out. The instant burn made him take a deep breath as he tried to calm himself even more. It was chilly, the small bite from the cold air helping to bring him down to earth. There was only one other thing that ever even came close to this kind of release for him, and when just a few cigarettes he’d sit and smoke didn’t do the trick he knew what he needed to do.

He made his way back into the house and sauntered to the bedroom, the sight of your sleeping figure spreading a smile across his face. You looked so beautiful no matter what you did, you were perfect to him. The small snores that left you melted his heart as he stepped closer to the side of the bed. Draken grabbed the blanket and climbed in next to you, sliding underneath it and pulling it over his head.

You stirred a little as he moved between your legs, almost waking up but easily falling back asleep when he hesitated. Draken’s hand gripped your thigh gently and leaned down, his hand sliding between your legs. As his fingers trailed against the fabric of your panties you stirred more, a small and happy moan leaving your lips. His voice was sultry and smooth as he spoke softly. “Just keep dreaming, baby girl. You’ll wake up to a surprise quite soon.”

His fingers slid past the fabric, rubbing against your clit. Your body moved more, almost arching in your sleep as your head grew light. The quicker his fingers moved the more you came out of sleep, your eyes fluttering open as they plunged into your core. “F-fuck, Kenny.”

A devious chuckle left his lips as he watched your eyes open. “I know it’s the middle of the night, but daddy just couldn’t sleep and needs some help.” He groaned lustfully as he watched your eyes roll into the back of your head. “And you always tell me to wake you up whenever I need you… now is that time darling.”

You watched his face slowly sink between your legs, gripping the blanket to throw it off of you as quickly as you could. Just the thought of not being able to see just how perfect he always looked as he sucked on your puffy clit made you whimper. The way his tongue vigorously flicked over your sensitive bud had your hand flying to his hair. You tugged harshly, his unbraided hair sinking through your fingers with ease.

The sudden pull made him snarl, pulling away from you and grabbing onto your hand to take it away. His eyes were dark and menacing as he watched you. “Aht, aht. Now did I tell you that you could touch? Because I don’t remember giving you that permission, doll.”

When your hand pulled away you felt his fingers lace with yours, pushing your wrist down into the mattress. You squeezed hard, your knuckles turning white as Draken went back to the assault on your clit. “N-no, sir.” You could barely get the words out as you felt your walls closing around his fingers.

Draken pulled his fingers away, the loss of sensation sending shockwaves through your body. He denied you of the orgasm that had threatened to take over all your senses. “It’s far too early for that, sweetheart. We’ve just barely gotten started.”

You cried out in agony as you desperately grabbed for him, trying to pull him back to you. “K-Kenny, please. I can’t-”

“You can’t what, pretty girl? Can’t handle it?” He smirked at you and grabbed your thighs, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises where his fingers were. “You can and you will, you’ll only cum when I tell you that you can.”

You nodded in agreement, knowing that there was absolutely no arguing with Ken Ryuguji. “Y-yes, daddy.”

His fingers plunged back into you, pistoning in and out of you relentlessly. The smirk that painted his features was almost as enticing as the way he used your pleasure as a way to calm himself to sleep. It took everything inside of you to keep from letting go as he used his free hand to grab a handful of your breasts.

The way your cunt pulsed around his fingers made his cock twitch against his sweatpants, his hips rutting into the mattress lightly. He needed his own release at this point, your pretty, sinful noises making him near his release more and more.

He grabbed onto the back of your leg and pushed it up farther for better access. Draken’s body pressed against the mattress even farther as he chased his high, bringing you to yours at a quick speed. His tongue lapped at your clit and his fingers fucked in and out of your velvety walls.

Draken could tell you were close, the way your pussy clenched around him over and over made his cock twitch harsher in his pants. A small wet spot was beginning to form, his grip on your thigh even tighter as he coaxed you on. Your grip on the sheets was like a vice as you tugged at them. “S’too much. Kenny. P-please. ‘M gonna- AH!.”

His eyes grew lustful again as he heard your pleads. Every pretty little sound from your lips telling him that you were trying harder than you ever had in your life Draken hummed in content and nodded slowly. “Being such a good girl for me. I think you’re ready now, aren’t you pretty girl? Go ahead and cum for me, sweetheart.”

His words were all it took, the instant gratification from his agreeance had your walls letting go. You cried out his name over and over with a spew of curses right behind it. “God damn it!”

Draken groaned filthily as he felt your cunt clamp around him, his own release hitting him as he painted the inside of his sweatpants with a loud groan.

Your orgasm hit harder than it had in a very long time, your back arching as the new sensation filled your body. It swirled inside of you and a clear liquid stream appeared as your body let go, gushing all over him. His half-lidded eyes looked up at you as you finished, his tongue greedily lapping up every drop you offered him. “There you go, pretty girl. Squirt all over daddy.” Your body went limp underneath him as he climbed over you, his pussy drunk eyes watching your now fucked out state. “Nice and exhausted just for me. Looks like we’re gonna sleep nice now.”

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[saetoru]

[ 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓 ] 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍 (𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍).

“excuse me, sir,” you stifle a giggle as you enter the shop, making draken roll his eyes. “i seem to have lost my way. would you be so kind as to give me a lift home?” you motion at his bike, and he fights back the small grin that threatens to tugs at his lips.

it’s getting dark, and draken has half a mind to scold you for showing up to his shop all by yourself, but he can’t really find it in him when a small little giggle escapes you as you hide your smile behind your hand.

“that’ll cost you for my services,” he shoots back, packing up his tools as he gets ready to close for the night.

the bike shop’s been busier as of late. and it’s a good thing, really—it’s not as slow as it once was, not a small worry in the back of his mind that things won’t end up working out. it means he doesn’t have to live in the storage room of the brothel anymore, means he can get a place with you now—however rundown and small it may be.

but it also means less time with draken, means later nights of him tinkering away and working on messed up engines and faulty brakes. so you decide to squeeze in a few extra moments where you can.

“how’s your favorite for dinner sound? that should cover my total,” you hum, arms looping around his neck. a low chuckle rumbles through his chest before his hands find your hips. he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, longer than it needs to be, longer than he tells himself—but he can’t really pull away once the warmth of your skin hits his.

“we only take cash or credit, i’m afraid,” he teases. you pout, swatting his chest playfully as you huff.

“you’ll never grow a business that way,” you argue, “there’s lots of potential regular customers you’ll be missing out on.”

“that so?” he raises a brow, sighing softly as you press a few kisses along his jaw, stopping just as you reach below his ear. he closes his eyes, lets the soft pad of your finger as it traces his cheek soothe the long day’s ache in his muscles.

“yeah. i think you should add kisses to the list of payment methods. you’d be rich if i was your customer.”

“well, too bad for you, i gotta split the profit with inupi. he’s not gettin’ none of those,” he flicks your forehead, one arm curling around your body and pulling you closer against his chest.

“i’ll give them to you as a tip, then,” you offer.

“kay, tip me then,” he taps his cheek with his finger. you lean in to press a peck to his face—and then you pull away just before your lips touch his skin.

he scowls, hand cupping the back of your neck to keep you from pulling away any further.

“nuh uh, you gotta pay me for my services,” he grunts, “where do ya think you’re goin’?”

“i don’t know if you’ve noticed,” and now it’s your turn to flick his forehead, laughing as his lips form a frown—and really, it’s more is a slight pout, but he’ll never admit it, “but we’re not at home yet. you’ve gotta give me a lift first.”

“you bring a helmet?” he purses his lips. you glower at him as you shake your head.

“no,” you mumble. he grunts unhappily. “but that’s not fair,” you whine, “you ride a bike without a helmet all the time, kenny.”

“and that’s no reason why you shouldn’t,” he says firmly, grabbing your hand and pulling you to follow him out the door so he can close the shop. “lucky for you, i got an extra just in case.”

his palm is callused and rough against your soft one, and for a moment he wonders how someone as hard and sharp as him can fit with someone as gentle and delicate as you—but he supposes your fingers entwine perfectly, and your hand fits in his like a glove.

and then you squeeze, and he squeezes back, and it doesn’t really matter anymore.

“you’re no fun, kenny,” you grumble, lips curled into that soft pout of yours—the one that almost, almost makes him reconsider.

but then he remembers things he really doesn’t want to, and his hand tightens around yours the tightest it ever has—you glance at him in concern, and he loosens his grip just a little.

“you still look cute in a helmet, baby,” he assures as he shoots you a tight-lipped smile, one that really doesn’t reach his eyes. and you understand, just like you always have, so you stop him in his tracks and cup his cheeks before pressing a few tender kisses across his face, stopping just above his lips.

“do i look the cutest ever?”

“the cutest ever,” he agrees, snorting as he shakes his head in amusement. the tension leaves his shoulders as you smile softly—and then your lips touch, and your arms find his neck as his find your hips, and everything’s fine again.

and he lets himself hold onto a little faith that it always will be.

“fine, i’ll wear one,” you mumble against his mouth, “but consider this your tip paid in advance.”

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[obitohno]

˖⁺‧₊˚ jordy’s 2k celebration ˚₊‧⁺˖

draken x reader

draken likes it when you watch.

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fem! reader, 18+, dom draken, mirror sex, katoptronphilia, spooning, creampie

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looking at draken is a habit that comes easy to you, and draken would be a liar if he said that he doesn’t care for the way that you do so.

the weight of your gaze is one that he’s always conscious of, one that he welcomes with a sly tug of his lips when he makes a quip about how you’re staring, again. he thinks it’s endearing, the way that your answering excuse is stammered, flustered because you’ve been caught—again—and he can’t hide the way that his vocal chords twist on the baritone of a laugh that has your stomach knotting.

he’s become used to the way that your gaze lingers, flitting towards his form when he enters a room, or loitering along the lines of his muscles when you watch him get changed into his overalls each morning. it fills him with pride, knowing that whilst others may look at you; your gaze is reserved for only him.

so when you’re hiding that unabashedly enamoured gaze beneath the shield of your eyelids, it has a frown tugging between his brows.

‘look at me,’ he’s demanding, the calloused tips of his fingers brushing over the naked slope of your shoulder. he’s watching your face in the mirror—a gleam of glass that is so ridiculously huge that it expands across the entire length of one wall—and now it’s his turn to look at you.

he’s enthralled by the way that your skin glistens with effort, the shimmer accentuated by the glow emitted from the table lamp, your throat especially damp when the lengths of his fingers curl around the hurried beat of your pulse. between your legs is where you’re at your wettest, aiding the slow grind of his pelvis rolling against the curve of your rear as his cock drills along the cavern of your gummy walls. you’re gasping, thighs spread wide where he holds you open, but still, your eyes remain closed.

a particularly harsh thrust has you choking, throat jumping beneath the palm of his hand, and finally, your eyelids flutter, dazed as you blink at his reflection in the mirror. his eyes are glued to your own when he noses at your cheek, his breath scorching a path along the length of your jaw as he groans, ‘watch me.’

this time, you don’t disappoint, pupils constricting as you focus on the way that his prick withdraws from the heat of your fluttering hole, your voice catching on the high of a disapproving whine. again, he’s enraptured by the swipe of your tongue wetting your lips, swollen from his previous attentions, focusing on the heavy jerk of his balls that tremble when he fucks his way back inside you with a toe-curling squelch.

when he stuffs your pretty hole with his seed, his abdomen clenching tight with the curve of which he comes undone, he does so with his eyes glued to yours.

and when it is your turn, your gummy walls clamped around the sloppy width of his girth, he makes you watch.

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[ja-stuff]

help me decide whether to make the series full angst or angst-fluff :>

uhm help? hihihi

[beeing1alive]

Turning on Tokyo Revengers boys without knowing it pt.1

f.t.: Mikey (Manjirō Sanō); Draken (Ken Ryūgūji); Mitsuya (Takashi Mitsuya); Baji (Keisuke Baji); Chifuyu (Chifuyu Matsuno); Kazutora (Kazutora Hanemija)

Warning: Nsfw content, minors do not interact

Mikey:

can't help but get a hard-on when he sees you sitting on his motorbike

especially when it's summer and you're wearing short clothes

his gaze veils slightly, he draws the air through his teeth slightly and watches every movement you make

i'm not going to lie, he's never got hard so fast

Without hesitation, he ran over to you and sat on his motorbike with you, just to kiss you a little more intimately than he wanted to

you can always tell if he's Horney when he kisses you extremely kinky in public

Draken:

Gets hard the fastest when you wear his clothes

I think we can all agree when I say that he has a size kink

I mean, he just can't help it when he sees you in his clothes, which are obviously way too big for you

especially when you're wearing one of his shirts and otherwise just a pair of panties

his eyes would darken slightly and he would slowly move towards you to tell you that he has a big little problem in his trousers and that you could help him with it

Mitsuya:

jealousy turns him on immensely

I mean, I know he doesn't look it so much, but he gets rock hard in seconds when he sees you talking to another boy for a little too long

a chiselled smile appears on his handsome face and he tries as hard as he can to hide the ever-growing and pulsating bulge in his trousers, which he manages to do quite well

as soon as you and the boy are ready, he pulls you behind him, gently but firmly

the moment you arrive in a quiet corner, you are his

Baji:

nothing turns him on more than seeing you in a leadership position

I mean, when you assert yourself and do all those leader things

he'll sit still, his eyes veil slightly and he watches every little move you make

I'm not even lying when I say that he just sits there and a slight, barely noticeable blush spreads across his face as he notices his trousers getting tighter in a matter of seconds

Chifuyu:

gets hard within a few seconds if he sees you in short clothes

for example, shorts and a revealing shirt

he is just too innocent and would blush extremely and in rare cases get a nosebleed too

if he feels confident enough, he'll snuggle up to you from behind so you can feel his hard boner pressed against your bum, which doesn't make it any better for him

he'll gently give you a sweet kiss on the neck and tell you that you know how much it turns him on when you wear revealing clothes

Kazutora:

turns him on most of the time when you're sitting or lying on his lap

the first few times this happened, he was very uncomfortable because you felt it directly when he got hard and he can't hide it

when he's feeling very horny, he tries to move his hips against your bum to create friction

if you're also wearing short clothes, he'll almost come in his trousers at the slightest touch

I mean, that divine view of you, in short clothes, on his lap, pressed against his hard cock

he just can't help it, so don't be angry with him

Here is pt.2

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⋆꙳✧༄ After a fight

❖ Characters: Mikey, Draken, Hanma

❖ Reader: female

❖ Summary: How they behave after a fight with you

❖ WARNINGS: Mentions of cheating (no one cheats tho), harassment

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☰ Mikey:

ꕤ Mikey doesn't even remember what the fight was about this time, it happens a lot with you two

ꕤ It starts with something small like him forgetting to take out the trash and you having to do it yourself but it always ends in tears and both of you screaming at each other and saying things none of you mean

ꕤ He hates it every time, unsure why he always gets so carried away and seems to forget how much he loves you when he says all these things

ꕤ Your tears are the thing that wakes him up, silence filling the room next to your quiet sobs and hics.

ꕤ Both of you can't even look at the other and Mikey decides to leave as always, recklessly driving on his bike to clear his head from everything that's plaguing him

ꕤ You used to scold him for that whenever he came back which only lead to more and more fights but you were worried sick that one day he has to get scraped off the pavement because he was too reckless

ꕤ deciding you ist stay up until he's back, letting the small light next to the couch on as you put on your favorite show as a distraction

ꕤ the hours passed and the sun slowly started to rise when he finally came back home to find you sleeping on the couch, the little lamp still on, your show still running as you clutched onto the plushie he gifted to you on your first date

ꕤ It broke his heart to see your eyes were puffy, knowing you cried yourself to sleep and he felt even worse when he realized that he was the reason for the tears shed

ꕤ with utmost care he crawled under the blanket to you and hid his face in your chest, his body trembling when he allowed himself to spill a few tears, unsure if you'd be able to forgive him once again

ꕤ he knows he fucked up and that he shouldn't have ran off like always but he doesn't know how to apologize to you when things were said he didn't mean, unsure if you'd believe any of these words

ꕤ He falls asleep in your arms, hands clutching onto you out of fear you'd leave him but you wouldn't. Not over some petty little fights like these

☰ Draken:

ꕤ Draken didn't mean to call you a cheap whore when you were the one getting harassed but his temper took the better of him

ꕤ Of course he didn't mean it and he beat the guy up that dared to touch you like this but the stinging pain of bruised knuckles took away his ability to think properly

ꕤ He blamed you for the negative attention even though he knew it's wrong and he was just angry at the guy but he still took it out on you

ꕤ You looked at him shocked, eyes wide before tears collected in your beautiful eyes and you returned home, ending your date early and locking yourself into the bedroom

ꕤ Draken cursed himself when he let you go, knowing better than to run after you and beg you for forgiveness even though he wanted to apologize and pull you into a tight embrace

ꕤ He stayed out for a while longer, driving aimlessly around town before getting you the biggest bouquet he could find

ꕤ Once at home his heart ached at your quiet sobs that managed to break through the bedroom door and he gently knocked, leaning his forehead against the door only to hear you throw a pillow at the door on the other side “go away” you mumbled heartbroken but loud enough for him to hear

ꕤ He didn't protest and just sat down at the door, his back resting against it with the flowers on his lap as he rambled about how sorry he is and that he was in the wrong and how much he loves you

ꕤ He was pretty much begging for your forgiveness because you're the best thing in his life and he didn't want to lose you under any circumstances

ꕤ You needed a long while to calm yourself down, eventually wanting to talk to him face to face but when you opened up the door a sleeping draken fell into the bedroom, his hands still tightly clutching onto the flowers in his sleep

ꕤ the sight made you frown and you gently sat down to place his head on your lap, kissing his forehead “I'm sorry, too” you mumbled and let him sleep a moment longer

☰ Hanma:

ꕤ fighting with Hanma is actually a rare occurrence, you two have little petty fights all the time but you end up laughing about it while calling each other all the names you know

ꕤ Real fights are rare and heartbreaking when they do happen from time to time but if they do, there's a real reason behind it and not just him forgetting to empty the ashtrays

ꕤ They also escalate quite fast, screaming at each other and often times shoving the other around. You would never hit the other but the frustration was far too big to behave properly

ꕤ It was just pointing fingers at this point because he came home with hickeys covering his neck. He claims nothing happened but how can you believe this?

ꕤ You ended up leaving the apartment, fed up with his behavior and he threw whatever he was holding at the door the moment you closed it behind you out of sheer anger

ꕤ Hanma would thrash half the apartment - but only his belongings while you were gone, not understanding how you can trust him so little

ꕤ Yes he was out with Kisaki and yes there were women with them but how is it his fault they can't behave and are all over him? He even told the woman who latched onto his neck off

ꕤ He was weirded out by the sudden affection in the first place, hating women who throw themselves at him when he was trying to maintain a healthy relationship for once

ꕤ So he didn't see a reason to apologize to you, texting you exactly what happened and swearing on his life that nothing happened

ꕤ You really wanted to trust him but his reputation made it hard so you ended up asking Kisaki who wouldn't lie to you, knowing you'll castrate him if you ever find out so he told you exactly what happened

ꕤ You came home hours after you left and Shuji sat amongst the wrecked things, the entire ashtray full, a bottle of alcohol half empty next to him and blood shot eyes but he wouldn't apologize, unable to get over his own ego

ꕤ When you did apologize he pulled you onto his lap and held you close “I told you, you can trust me. I would need to be dumb to betray the only good thing in my life” he mumbled, clearly not entirely sober but it didn't matter since he was speaking the truth

ꕤ You ended up falling asleep in his lap, cuddled up to his tall frame and his hands didn't let go of you, too worried that you'll be gone when he wakes up

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