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[sluttyhollow]

Garden

Ken “Draken” Ryuguji

Can you remind me of my gravity? Ground me when I'm tumbling, spiraling, plummeting down to Earth You keep me down to Earth

Warnings: fluffy smut, feelings, reader has anxiety, talks of toxic relationships, weed smoking, past Draken and Emma, oral sex (f receiving), reader gets pick up, reader has fem anatomy no pronouns, use of honey/love dubcon (?) just in case because they were smoking, consent implied but not explicitly given, let me know if I missed anything

Notes: this is part of @sirenh4ll’s sza collab for Garden! You don’t have to listen to the song while reading but it does set the mood. I had a lot of fun writing this. As always, reader is implied as black! No descriptors used though so feel free to read.

You were never one for fairy tail romance or relationships. Dealing with other people was never easy for you. Riddled with a brain that didn’t produce enough serotonin and an amygdala that reacted so often your body was always in a constant state of restlessness you usually kept to your self. So when you did find people that you could connect with you attached yourself to them and stayed with them as long as they were supposed to remain in your life. This lead to a series of toxic friendships and partners that sucked every ounce of who you were from you until you were nothing more than a shell of your former self. Which is how you ended up here. After your last relationship ended and you graduated you packed up your things and accepted a job that allowed you to move out of your home country to Japan giving you time and space to start over.

Everything wasn’t perfect, no. You still struggled with things, and had your days where you sat in your bed and cried for hours, but it was better than it was. You were growing, learning how to be yourself without repressing yourself or fear. Plus, Being a foreigner people tended to avoid you anyways making it easy for you to matriculate through the streets, to work, and back home without hassle. Everything was going great until you met him. Not that he made things worse, no he undoubtedly made things better, easier, you felt comfortable and that’s why you were scared.

Ken Ryuguji, or Draken, as he insisted you call him the first time you all met on the stairs of your shared apartment building, he lived a few doors down. You two became quick friends as he insisted on showing you around considering you were all alone. As time progressed you two spent hours hanging around each others houses, spending nights out with each other until the sun started peaking above the horizon. You two shared bits and pieces of your lives before your paths converged, never fully allowing the other in. You weren’t eager to make the same mistakes you’d made again, unwilling to bare yourself to him completely just so he wouldn’t disappear like everyone before. Unbenounst to you draken fely the same.

Currently the two of you sat on the floor of your living room passing a lit joint between the two of you. Draken propped up on the floor against the couch right beside your legs that were dangling over the edge. As usuall, in times like these both of you let your guard down just enough to let your mouths move freely with each other.

“You know Kenny, I’m glad I met you. I was fucked up when I got here, felt like I just floating along and then boom you’ve been keeping me grounded ever since” the words just sort of slipped out with an airy giggle at the end.

Smoking always made your tongue a little looser. He had been your saving grace, always coming through when you needed him, even if you never said you did. The man had a sixth sense, felt your turbulence and acted as the pilot to guide you through it. He’d been there to give you sound advice, called you on your bullshit, encouraged you when you needed and pushed against you when he knew you needed him to. Made you stand on your own but was always close enough to catch you. Even let you hang out with his friends and make them your own.

“I don’t think you’d say that if you knew everything about me honey”

“I don’t think you’d think that way if you knew everything about me”

“‘s nothing like my pas- ”

“I like you just how you are now Kenny, that stuff doesn’t matter to me”

“And I’ve stuck beside you this long haven’t I”

Those two encrypted confessions leading your next actions, making them feel like they weren’t your own. Your body instinctually moving from the seat of the couch to rest on his, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling your mouth to meet his, which he easily reciprocated.

He was unhurriedly savoring the way his lips fit against yours, the way your tongues were introducing themselves to each other, hands coming to clasp behind your back dragging you just that much closer to him. He’d be lying if he said he hasn’t been thinking about this, not initially but days spent with you had left him in need of making his thoughts tangible. After his messy breakup with Emma, he didn’t think he’d be willing to trust another person to be in his life in that way again. But with you it was easy, you didn’t want anything from him which made it so easy for him to give you everything that he saw you needed and deserved. He wanted to pick up your pieces, see the rest of what you hid within your little garden, and help you make it grow.

Pulling himself away from you just enough to push a few words through the space “ready to be mine ‘s forever or nothing” instead of words you pushed your mouth back against his in response. Bending his legs and pushing himself up to stand still holding you in his arms he walked the path down to your room in the back of the apartment. Lips never leaving yours all the way, before flopping you onto the bed causing you to giggle. Without wasting much time, he looped his fingers into the band of the sweats you had been wearing and pulled them down your legs, grabbing your underwear in the process. Reaching up to remove your shirt and toss it over your head before reaching to take his own off as well.

His hands, rough from years of mechanic work, roamed across your body before spreading your legs apart. He fixed you with a look, giving you another chance to back out which you declined with the slight incline of your head, before dipping his head and attaching himself onto your arousal. A deep moan left your mouth, he was everywhere. Hands still exploring your body, tongue writing love notes across your clit before taking exploratory licks into your hole, his eyes locked on the expressions flittering across your face. It was too much, his ministrations leading you into your first orgasm faster than anyone, yourself included, had ever done before. Ensuring he drank everything you gave him he placed a small kiss on your clit before making his way back up your body to meet your lips again.

“pants off now” a whine of words, more than anything but unwilling to make you wait any longer he quickly disregards his pants and underwear in one motion leaving him exposed to you. He was pretty. Sized perfectly for his tall and lean frame, veins leading their way towards a perfectly pink tip. Grabbing your legs, looping his hands around your knees pushing them up to meet the sides of your chest and lining himself up with your now throughly dripping hole he slides himself in to the hilt not giving you much time to adjust to him as synchronized moans rack through both of your bodies.

“S-so good for me baby, jus fits in you so perfect” his hips start moving, just barely enough to be a noticeable amount of friction but also just enough to have constant stimulation hitting that one little spot inside of you. “Feels soo good hugging my dick so tight love” constant streams of his praises falling into your ears causing your second orgasm to rip it’s way through you without warning. The constrictive pulsing of your walls around him sending him over the edge just after you. Draining every drop of himself into you before pulling out to watch it drip out and down towards the sheets. Using his tongue to capture the fallen droplets and kissing your sensitive clit he finally dropped you legs and laid beside you.

Arms wrapping around your body to pull you into him, eyes meeting yours filled with a deep affection you were sure you missed before “you know I love you right” looking in his eyes you were sure you believed him, how could you not “when you say it like that, I don’t think I could believe anything else” returning his embrace with a small “I love you too” mumbled into the planes of his chest.

[sluttyhollow]

Ken Ryuguji

Garden (sos collab)