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tokyomanjimemberchaos · 2 years ago

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+ feat: ken ryuuguji x fem!reader

+ cw: sex work (draken is an escort), virginity loss, oral (r), ptv, size difference

+ summary: after years of failed attempts at losing your virginity, you decide to take matters into your own hands and buy a night with the most expensive male escort tokyo has to offer. (5.4k words)

+ a/n: i decided to rewrite one of my old fics so if you recognize the title and/or plot, it's from my archived account; written in the adult timeline

Your nerves are in shambles as you approach the unfamiliar building. Your legs feel weak and your fingers clutch your wallet tightly, as if you suspect someone may try to mug you and steal it. For all that you know, it's possible. You’ve never been in this part of town before and you're grateful you haven't run into anybody you know. You’d definitely get questioned if someone saw you walking down the main street of Tokyo's Red Light District. Or more specifically, into a brothel.

It isn’t like you're out here on a whim. You’d thought about this for a long time, pondered over it many nights after hours of tossing and turning, and after five very long— and equally as frustrating years, you’d made your decision. You wanted to lose your virginity and you’d use all the resources at your disposal.

You didn’t have much luck out on the dating scene, which mainly consisted of Tinder and a couple of the local bars out in Roppongi. You’d tried it all: blind dates, speed dates, double dates. None of them ever resulted in a relationship— or even a one night stand— so you’d been forced back to square one each time. After five years of trying and failing, you’d given up on finding love for the time being.

But… not pleasure.

That’s how you find yourself walking into the luxurious lobby of the most popular brothel in the city. The smell of jasmine invades your nose and the sound of smooth jazz drifts into your ears, immediately creating a sensuous atmosphere that leaves you gawking. Red velvet couches line the walls, some accompanied by golden side tables where clients can sit their drinks while they wait to be called back.

At the front of the room sits a large mahogany desk with a woman seated behind it, tapping away at a computer. Swallowing, you timidly approach the front desk and lean in close, your voice barely above a whisper. “Hello, I’d like to… Um, book a room.”

The woman doesn’t even bother sparing you a glance, her fingers still flying across the keyboard. “Male or female bodied?”

“Male, please. I’d like… the male with the best rating, if possible.”

Your cheeks flush when the woman stops typing, her eyes glancing you over before responding. “I’m sure you would,” condescension colors her tone, “but I’m afraid there are premium rates for our top-tier employees.” Ones that are out of your price range, she suspects.

“I’m prepared to pay as much as it takes.” Unzipping your wallet, you spread it open to reveal a thick stack of crisp ten thousand yen banknotes. You’ve been saving up for this since Christmas, working a full-time job along with attending classes at the university nearby. It’d been stressful and you'd worked yourself ragged, pinching pennies for the last few months, but tonight is going to make it all worth it.

Her eyes flicker between you and your stuffed wallet for a moment before she crosses her arms and leans back in her chair. “I see. Well, I’ll have to check if he’s available. How long did you want to book him for?”

“…Three hours.”

Her eyebrows raise at that but she otherwise remains professional, nodding and picking up the phone on her desk. She quickly dials a number, sighing as she waits for someone to answer. “Hello? Yes, I was wondering if you’d like to accept a three-hour appointment.” She pauses for a second. “Yes, she’s here in the lobby right now and prepared to pay the fees upfront.” Another pause. “Okay. Thank you, Draken. Bye.”

Putting the phone down, she turns back to you. “He should be down shortly to take you back. That’ll be ¥120,000.”

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After handing over the wad of cash, you take a seat on one of the velvet couches and run a hand through your hair. The room feels significantly warmer than it had when you first walked in and you realize it's because your heart is racing. It's happening. This is actually happening.

You'd almost chickened out this afternoon— considered using the money to take a nice little trip to Okinawa. You could swim with the fish and read out on the beach, eat some good seafood, blow off some steam. You'd definitely enjoy yourself but what happened once you came back? You'd find yourself back at square one, a hundred thousand yen poorer and filled with regret and immense sexual frustration.

There had been a couple of times you'd come close to achieving your goal. You'd gone to a frat party a few weeks ago, drank and danced your heart out. Even wore a pair of jean shorts that barely managed to cover your ass. When you ended up getting hot and heavy with one of the brothers, he took you back to his room only for you to walk in on his roommate having a threesome with two very talented blondes.

In March, when you first created a Tinder profile, you'd matched with a cute grad student who wanted to take you out to dinner. He drove you to a hotpot restaurant and halfway through the date, you two retreated to the bathroom to have a quickie. Your panties were around your ankles when you realized you didn't want your first time to be in a restroom stall beside a grimy toilet. You didn't want it to be a five-minute escapade that would leave you disappointed and unfulfilled. It's obvious to say the drive home had been awkward.

You're so deep in thought that you don't notice when a man walks out from behind the beaded curtain and approaches the front desk. You don't notice him at all— not until he's standing in front of you with a small smile playing on his lips. Onyx eyes roll over you slowly, long hair of the same color tied back in a braid. There's a black dragon tattooed across the left side of his head, and you have the oddest urge to reach out and trace your fingers atop it.

“You must be my client for tonight.” His voice is deep and smooth like molasses and a trill runs down your spine as he wets his lips, “I’m Draken.”

“Hi… I’m (y/n).” You offer, extending your hand out to which he lifts a brow.

He repeats your name back to you, drawing it out like he savors the taste of it on his tongue, and then takes your hand in his. Instead of shaking it, he interlaces his fingers through yours and gives it a soft squeeze. “C’mon princess, ’m on the top floor.”

Nodding weakly, you’re practically in a daze as he leads you back through the curtain of sparkling beads and into an elevator that’s every bit as fancy as the room you were just in. He fishes out a silver key from his pocket before turning it into the lock beside the button labeled seven, and up you go.

The enclosed area only emphasizes how large he is compared to you, how much space he takes up. He’s well above six feet with broad shoulders and muscles that bulge inside the sleeves of his silk button-down. You can feel him watching you as you ascend but you don’t have the courage to meet his gaze. Tension bleeds into the air, and coupled with the stark silence, it’s nearly suffocating. You have to make a conscious effort to take deep breaths as you will your heart to calm down.

When the dinging of the elevator sounds like church bells, you aren’t surprised. You’re pretty sure heaven awaits you on the other side of these doors.

You find that heaven looks a lot like a bachelor’s pad. Filled with dark wood and sleek furniture, it’s a mini-paradise; complete with a fully stocked bar, a king-sized bed, and a balcony leading out to a hot tub. Music plays softly from the surround sound system and you breathe in the faint aroma of juniper and tobacco as you walk inside.

“I hope R&B is alright.” He squeezes your hand once more before letting go of it, kicking off his slippers and making his way over to the bar. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“A glass of water?”

His brow lifts again but he nods, “Sure.”

“Thank you.” You look around while he pours out your drinks, taking in the scenic view of the city below. “You have a very nice place.”

“You don’t have to do that, you know.” When you turn around, he’s standing behind you, holding out a glass of water with a shot of sake in his other hand. “Be so formal.”

“Ah, I’m sorry.” You quickly accept the drink, muttering out a quiet apology. You’d done so much in preparation for this moment, but not once had you ever thought about how awkward it would be in the beginning. You hadn’t thought to look into the… ‘etiquette’ of brothels. You settle on giving him an honest answer. “I’m not entirely sure how to act.”

There’s a knowing smile on his face as he reaches out and tilts your chin up. His thumb glides lightly across your cheek, the calloused fingertip burning where it touches your skin. “Just relax. I promise you, you’re in good hands. I’m gonna take good care of you tonight.”

You know the gesture is meant to help reassure you and lessen your nerves, but all it succeeds in doing is sending your pulse skyrocketing. Apprehension bubbles low in your stomach and your voice wobbles when you respond. “O-Okay..”

“Let me ask you a question.” His thumb moves from your cheek to your mouth, feather-light as it ghosts over the curve of your lips. “You haven’t done this before, have you, sweetheart?”

Your cheeks flare at his question, eyes widening in shock. Is it that obvious? “No, I haven’t.” You admit reluctantly, “I just— Well, I’m tired of waiting. I know the first time is supposed to be special, but… this is special in a way, right?” You watch as the comforting smile falls right off his face. His eyebrows furrow and you mimic the action, worrying what you’d said to elicit this type of reaction. “What? What’s wrong?”

He blinks at you as he processes the information and you can practically see the cogs turning in his head. “First time?” His expression turns serious, his hand dropping from your cheek. “I was talkin’ about coming to a brothel, not having sex.” He shakes his head, “Look, I’ll take you back downstairs. Sana will get you a full refund—”

“No!” You cringe when you blurt it out, interrupting him. “Please, you don’t understand. I want to do this. I’m sure of it.”

“It’s not a matter of if you’re sure or not.” His voice is stern now, taking on an edge that slices right through your pounding heart. “It’s a personal preference. I don’t sleep with virgins, not at work.”

“I— I can pay you more money, however much you want!” You know you sound desperate but that’s because you are. You’ve worked your ass off to get here, to have this experience, and now you’re grasping for straws as you feel it slipping through your fingers. “You don’t even have to accommodate me, just do your thing and—”

It’s his turn to interrupt you. “Do you have any idea what you’re saying?” You can hear the anger in his voice, it’s almost palpable. “You can’t just go around tellin’ people they can have their way with you. It’s your first time. You should be accommodated. Now, follow me. I’m walking you back down to the lobby.”

You don’t move when he walks back toward the elevator, keeping your feet planted on the hardwood floor. “If I should be catered to, then why don’t you do it yourself? Because if you take me back down to the lobby, I won’t be getting a refund. I’ll just ask for someone different.”

A muscle in his jaw feathers as it clenches, his eyes narrowing down at you as if that will help him discern whether you’re bluffing or not. But as you hold his gaze, unwavering and earnest, he realizes you’re telling the truth. Heaving a sigh, he brings a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He should be calling security right now, have you escorted out of the building. He shouldn’t be entertaining the thought of conceding to your demands.

Yet, there’s something in your eyes as you stare up at him— a certain innocence that has him willing to break his rules. Just once. He’d indulge you this once, if only because he doesn’t trust anybody else here to treat you right. “…Fine, but we’re doing this my way.”

You exhale a breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding. “Thank you, Draken. It… that means a lot to me.”

“I know it does.” Normally, he isn’t so forgiving toward people who threaten him but he can recognize the desperation in your voice. And desperation can lead to dangerous things. Other men would take advantage of that, and for some reason, he hates the thought of some old sleazebag taking your first time. At least with him, he’d make sure you’re satisfied. “Here, let’s sit down.”

You take a seat on the edge of the bed, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth. “Should we… take off our clothes?”

Your heart flutters when a chuckle rumbles up from his chest. You’re as awkward as you are stubborn and he finds it strangely endearing. “No, not yet. We’re gonna take it nice and slow, m’kay?” He scoots closer, turning to face you. “But I am going to kiss you.” He raises a hand to your cheek, his thumb resuming its stroking. “If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so.”

He waits until you nod before beginning to lean in, slowly so you still have every chance to change your mind. But when his lips press against yours, claiming them with a tender kiss, you know there’s no going back.

His lips are soft and warm as they move against yours, and you kiss him back— albeit clumsily because of how nervous you are. He doesn’t seem to mind though, more than willing to take the lead and pick the pace. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, silently asking for permission to deepen the exchange, and you allow it, humming contently as the taste of spearmint and tobacco fills your mouth.

His hand moves to grip your jaw as the other trails up and down your side, and despite the shivers that ensue, it helps ground you in the moment, brings you back down to earth just in time for him to draw away. You’re left breathless, sucking in deep gulps of air to clear the dizziness that’s muddled your mind.

“You still want to do this?” Warm breath fans across your face, obsidian eyes searching yours for any sign of uncertainty. He doesn’t find any.

“Yes, please,” you whisper, “I meant it when I said I want to do this.”

That’s all the consent he needs before he captures your lips again, this time with an intensity that makes your head spin. His hands move to unbutton your blouse, slowly working their way down to the bottom and slipping it off your shoulders. He doesn’t break the kiss as he starts palming your breasts, massaging them over your bra, and you can’t help the whimper that rises up from your throat in response. His tongue continues to explore your mouth, tangling with yours until your core is throbbing with need.

“Gonna be a good girl f’me?” He murmurs against your lips, palms splayed across your chest. One of them snakes behind you and nimbly unclasps your bra, letting it fall forward just enough to give him a peek at what lies underneath. “Lay back.”

Your body responds naturally, following his order without hesitation. You pull away and lean back until you’re pressed against the mattress with him looming over you, his eyes drinking you in as he slips the garment off your shoulders. “Fuck…” He mutters, “Look at you.”

Your nipples pebble beneath his gaze, pretty and pert and begging to be played with. He licks his licks lustfully, rough hands coming down to cup and squeeze them. Your head turns to the side when he starts to pinch the peaks, rubbing them between his fingers and forcing another whimper to escape.

He maintains eye contact as he lowers down, plush lips wrapping around one only to flick his tongue over the bud. “Draken…”

“There you go,” he breathes out, pulling back to admire the view. “Just relax, baby.”

Unbuttoning his shirt, he shrugs it off, discarding it with the rest of your clothes before turning his attention back to you. “Don’t be afraid to touch me.” He leans forward and grabs your hands, moving to press them against his chest. You can feel his heartbeat if you concentrate, the rhythmic thumping beneath your palm. It’s a sharp contrast to yours which beats wildly against your ribcage, threatening to burst out of your chest.

With the sight before you, who can blame you?

His body is built and toned, corded muscles rippling across his torso and leading down to a delicious set of prominent v-lines. Your mouth waters as they flex and you drag your hands down to feel the hard ridges of his abdomen, a trail of dark hair descending down from his navel and disappearing into his jeans. You’re all but mesmerized.

“Like what you see?” He teases, his head dipping down to the curve of your neck. Straight white teeth graze across the tender flesh before suckling on your pulse point. All you can do is nod, your breathing shallow and uneven as his fingers continue tweaking your hardened nipples.

He knows the pace he’s setting is slow— deliberate— but he wants you more aroused than you’ve ever been, dripping wet for him when he finally takes you.

With soft pants falling from your lips, one of his hands slides down to your waist, his index finger dipping into the hem of your skirt. He could very well just pull it up, sneak his hand underneath it, but he resists the temptation, determined to make you squirm in anticipation.

And you do, every purposeful touch kindling the fire within you until it’s a blazing inferno. Your blood boils in your veins, your skin beautifully flushed. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say you’re in danger of overheating.

“Let’s get this off, yeah?” He mutters, letting the waistband of your skirt snap back against your skin. Your hips eagerly buck at the small sting, making it easy for him to tug it off and toss it onto the floor, and then he spreads your thighs apart to reveal a large damp spot in the middle of your panties. “Shit, so fuckin’ wet…” He curses, his eyes getting impossibly darker.

You nearly clamp your legs together as his eyes rove over you but the adoration in his expression bolsters you, gives you the confidence you need so badly. You stay still and let him look, trying to memorize the image of him between your thighs as he does.

Time seems to slow down. Seconds tick by and with each one that passes, you grow more and more uncomfortable. Your pussy aches, the desire he’s so carefully cultivated inside you becoming almost unbearable. But he either doesn’t notice the need swimming in your eyes, or he doesn’t care. He remains hovering over you, gaze zeroed in on your clothed cunt.

“Touch me,” the plea escapes you before you can stop it, and the corners of his lips tilt up into a small smirk. “Please.”

He hums as if he has to think about it. You’re about to start begging when his fingers press against you, applying enough pressure to make you mewl. “Don’t get greedy, princess.” He chastises gruffly, “You’ll take what I give you, remember?”

You nod obediently so he rewards you, circling your panty-clad clit until your hips are shifting back and forth. Moans fall freely from your lips but it still isn’t enough. You need more.

“Please,” you whine, eyebrows cinching together as you gaze up at him. “Draken, please…”

He hums again and hooks his fingers into the sides of your panties before dragging them down to your ankles. “Only ‘cause you asked so nicely.” Completely bared to him, apprehension saturates the air, your stomach doing backflips as he leans down and blows out a puff of air against your folds. When you clench at the sensation, a growl sounds. “Such a pretty little pussy.”

The pink flesh glistens in the dim lighting of the room, every inch soaked with arousal that drips down the inside of your thighs and onto the sheets beneath you. If you weren’t a virgin, he doesn’t think he’d even need to prep you.

Calloused fingers rub between your puffy folds, collecting your slick until his fingers are covered, and then one of his digits prods at your entrance, easing inside of you. Your back arches off the bed as he curves it in a come hither motion, your hands flying out to grip his shoulders. “Fuck..!”

You should be embarrassed at the deep laughter that leaves him but you can only focus on the way he’s knuckle deep inside of you, adding a second finger and beginning to thrust them both in and out. “Your reactions are s’cute. What if I were to just…” He trails off as he lowers down until he’s face-to-face with your pussy, and your hands strike out to grab his cheeks so you can hold him back.

“W-Wait..” You stammer before swallowing thickly, “It’s okay, you don’t have to—”

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“No, no… I just… No one’s ever…” Your blush spreads to the tips of your ears.

He cocks a brow up at you. “No one’s ever eaten you out?” But he already knows the answer. Your mortified expression is as good as any verbal indication. Shock flickers across his face, but he takes the new piece of information in stride, turning his head to the side and pressing a kiss against the inside of your thigh. “Lemme taste you, baby. You don’t need to be shy.”

Your insecurities melt away under his encouragement but when you merely nod, he nips at your skin. “No, use your words.”

“O-Okay.” You breathe out shakily, “Go ahead.”

The words have barely left your mouth when you feel his lips wrap around your clit, his tongue expertly swirling around the sensitive bud and tearing a gasp from your throat. His fingers resume their curling motions, and suddenly a familiar sensation begins building in your stomach. It reminds you of all the times you’ve touched yourself, all of the times you’ve worked yourself into a frenzy chasing your orgasm. You’d rut against your pillow only for your legs to start trembling, too weak to climb the last few inches to the peak.

Admittedly, your legs do start to shake, your body tense and on the verge of locking up. It’s like you’ve conditioned it to expect the worst, that you’ll get close enough to taste the high and then be denied like all of the other times you’ve attempted to pleasure yourself.

“Draken,” you moan, the sound so depraved you don’t recognize your own voice, “Don’t stop— p-please, don’t stop..!”

A groan erupts from his chest as your walls tighten around his fingers and the vibrations of it cause another wave of heat to wash over you, threatening to pull you out to sea and drown you in its depths. You’re so close, closer than you’ve ever been before.

It’s when his mouth suctions around your clit that you’re flung off the precipice. Pleasure blooms out from between your thighs, shooting through your limbs and out to the tips of your fingers. Your eyes squeeze shut as it consumes you, bleeds into all your senses until you’re writhing around in the sheets, hands blindly grasping for something— anything— to ground you.

Even then, he doesn’t stop. He keeps sucking, keeps licking, long fingers thrusting inside of you to prolong the orgasm for as long as possible. “Good girl.” He praises, drawing away when you finally come to. You’re panting from the physical exertion, pupils blown with desire as you slowly lift your head to look down at him. His lips, cheeks, and chin are shiny with your slick, and you’d probably be embarrassed if you didn’t feel so lightheaded.

“Thank you… that was amazing..” And even that was a gross understatement.

Rising up from between your legs, there’s a smug expression on his face. “Save the thank-you’s for later, princess. We’re not done yet.” As if to emphasize his point, his hands drop down to start unbuckling his belt, your eyes following suit and widening into saucers when you see the bulge in the front of his pants.

“Oh my god.”

It’s… he’s huge.

You watch with bated breath as he unzips his pants and lets them drop around his ankles, your eyes boring holes into him when he pulls down his boxers and reveals both the prettiest and thickest cock you’ve ever seen. The shaft is long and curved, the tip flushed and leaking. A large vein runs down the entirety of the length and you swear if you look hard enough, you can see it pulsing.

He grips the base of it, stroking it a couple of times before prowling forward. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” A grin tugs at the corners of his lips. “Worried ‘s not gonna fit?”

“…Yes.” You squeak.

He chuckles at your candor, opening up a drawer on the bedside table and fishing out a small plastic square— a condom, you realize. It only takes him a moment to tear it open and slip it on, the action effortless from years of practice. “Don’t be scared. I told you I’d take care of you, didn’t I? I’m a man of my word if nothing else.”

Crawling onto the bed, he captures your lips in a kiss that can only be described as comforting. It’s slow and gentle, even when his tongue dips into your mouth, and his hands come up to cup your cheeks, holding you in such a way that you can’t help but feel cherished.

“I’m gonna start now,” he murmurs against your lips, “Remember, if you want me to stop, just say the word.” You nod in acknowledgment, and with that, he reaches down and lines himself up with your entrance, the tip of his cock prodding at your center. “Squeeze me as tightly as you need.”

Your hands shoot out to grip his shoulders right as he starts to push inside of you and your nails bite into his skin at the stretch, leaving crescent indents behind. A strangled noise bubbles up from your throat when pain takes hold of you, burning bright like the sun in the middle of summer.

“I know,” he rasps, his lips ghosting over the edge of your jaw, “I know it hurts. But it’ll feel better soon, I promise.” Tears prick at your eyes as he pushes deeper inside you, but soon his fingers are circling over your clit, blending the pleasure and pain until one is indiscernible from the other. “Just breathe, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

His movements are so controlled, it’s impressive— even as the slew of foreign sensations threatens to overwhelm you, you’re able to recognize that much. His brows are furrowed in concentration, his breaths coming out in hot puffs that skate across your heated skin. And ever so slowly, he works you open, sinking into you inch by inch. By the time he’s bottomed out, a thin sheen of sweat covers his forehead, his voice strained when he says, “You did so well, baby, ‘m so fuckin’ proud of you.”

You only whimper in response, turning your head to the side so your cheek is pressed against the pillow. You feel so full, inhumanely full. So much so that you’re genuinely surprised you haven’t been split in half because, for all intents and purposes, that’s what it’d felt like. Your only saving grace is the way he hasn’t stopped rubbing your clit, hasn’t stopped praising you for taking him so well.

It’s a testament to his self-restraint the way he manages to remain still, buried deep inside you, while he patiently waits for your walls to adjust to his size. If he were a lesser man, he’d push aside your comfort, neglect your needs and pound into you to relieve his aching cock. But he waits, waits until your pained whimpers morph into soft moans, until you start to squirm beneath him as your body tries to create the friction it needs so badly.

“Move,” you beg, your hands sliding down from his shoulder to grab onto his hips, attempting to move them yourself. “Please… need you to move..”

A pair of large hands tug yours away from his waist before they pin them down on either side of your head. There’s no real force behind the maneuver but you don’t fight him off as he threads your fingers between his, just like he did earlier this evening. “Look at me, (y/n). I want you to look at me while I fuck you.”

Tentatively, you turn your head so you’re staring up at him. You’re not sure what he sees but approval shines in his eyes and a sincere smile graces his lips. “Good girl.”

With your eyes glued on his, he finally starts to move, drawing his hips back and pushing into you in small, shallow thrusts. Your lips part into a gasp, your breath hitching every time he’s fully hilted inside of you. Tears line your lashes but this time, they aren’t from pain. They’re from pure, unadulterated pleasure— the all-encompassing kind that leaves you in tatters on the floor.

“Feels s’good.. So fuckin’ tight.” He groans, his pace speeding up as more moans pour from your lips. The sound of skin slapping skin ensues and you cry out when he shifts his angle, the tip of his cock hitting a spot that makes your eyes roll.

Your pleasure heightens and you think that this must be euphoria as your tears overflow, spilling down your cheeks and dropping onto the pillow beneath your head. Yet, you don’t look away from him. You don’t dare shy away from his gaze, not even when the coil inside you begins winding tight, warning you of your impending orgasm.

He squeezes your hands as your body goes taut. You’re panting now— sucking in breath after breath as your bodies collide— but you can’t seem to get enough air. Up you climb, higher and higher until you begin to tremble beneath him, your hands holding onto his like they’re a lifeline.

“You gonna cum, baby?” He asks through gritted teeth, “Gonna cream on my cock?” He curses when you nod, dropping his forehead down so it rests against yours. “Well, go on then, princess. Make a fuckin’ mess.”

As if on command, the cord inside you abruptly snaps. A violent shudder wracks through your body, bliss clouding every single one of your five senses. It’s enough to wrench a deafening sob out of you, your back arching up off the bed so your chest is pressed firmly against his. He continues to drive into you as your walls pulsate around him and a growl reverberates up from his throat at the same time you feel his length twitch inside of you.

He stops after a few more thrusts, slowly pulling out of you and turning over to lie on his back. You whine quietly at the loss, but you’re too busy trying to catch your breath to complain.

“Shit…” He says, his head turning to look at you after a couple of minutes of silence, “How do you feel?”

Somehow, you summon up enough energy to smile through the exhaustion that’s seeped into your bones. “Definitely not like a virgin.”

He lets out a laugh at that, flashing you a brilliant white smile that makes his eyes crinkle at the sides. “Well, we’ve still got two hours left, sweetheart. Don’t go tappin’ out on me yet.”

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tokyomanjimemberchaos · 2 years ago

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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

Networks: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez @planetonet

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tokyomanjimemberchaos · 2 years ago

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Part 2 of the guys with a big butt couple with Hanma, Draken and Ran.

Headcanon: His girlfriend has a big butt and they can't help touching it part2

Characters: Ran Haitani, Ken Ryuguji, Hanma Shuuji

Word count: 495

Warnings: Female reader, big butt, sweet, fluff, sfw

Sypnosis: Their partner has a great butt and they can't help but touch his butt any chance they get.

Masterlist, Request Here, part1

Ken Ryuguji:

♤ This is one of the quieter ones, please, he lives in a brothel he's already used to seeing asses of all shapes and sizes.

♤ This doesn't mean he doesn't like his partner's ass, he likes it but he doesn't walk around like an urged asshole like the others.

♤ On some occasions he may when he walks by her side hold it briefly or give it a little pat, he finds it comfortable, he does it for that.

♤ He will fall asleep on it or just lie down and use his phone while his head is propped up.

♤ He knows you have an ass that makes a lot of people look at you, it pisses him off, so to warn those idiots he will put his hand on it while walking.

♤ His mouth almost touched the ground when he saw you wearing a tight dress, since that day he keeps buying dresses like that (he discovered he has a new fetish).

Hanma Shuuji:

♤ This is one of those who has no shame, he palms it without any shame, no matter where they are.

♤ He also likes to bite it, if you walk in front of him while he's sitting on the couch, he'll lean over and give you a big bite (you've hit him for that).

♤ If you are sleeping on his stomach he will just reach over and give him an extravagant spank, he knows you will hit him but he doesn't give a fuck.

♤ He actually got interested in you because of that, he saw you walk by and saw your big ass and it was like you were calling him.

♤ He loves you, but he loves your ass even more, he always has his hand on it and when he doesn't he's just looking at it.

♤ He has asked you to sit on his face, he has no shame whatsoever and even asked you in front of the guys.

♤ When he is in his most "fluffy" mode he will just lie on it and stay there and do nothing.

Ran Haitani:

♤ He will try to dissumulate every time you see him looking at your ass, but when he realizes that doesn't work he will stop pretending and start looking at it shamelessly.

♤ He likes to pat it because he finds the sound it makes exciting and he will do it as many times as you pass in front of him.

♤ He will massage it as if it were stress balls, despite your nagging, he will only stop for a moment and then just do it again.

♤ He won't do it in public, unless he has to mark territory because of the jerks watching him.

♤ He'll use it as a pillow, he can lay on it for hours playing video games or talking on the phone with his brother.

♤ He won't admit it, but his favorite part of your body is your big ass and if you ask him he'll say it's your eyes (a classic).

Anki:I think I'm on shadowban again, please help me by reblogging.

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tokyomanjimemberchaos · 2 years ago

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Tokyo Revengers and Forms of Physical Affection

Mikey: Cuddling

Mikey likes cuddling. Especially the sleepy cuddles when it's late at night and you're both exhausted from the day you just had. He doesn't mind what position you guys are in as long as he can feel you and your warmth beside him. He's lost a lot of people so feeling you near him really helps him calm down and unwind. Also really enjoys having you in his arms because it feels like he can protect you from everything.

Draken: Head Pats

Draken is very tall, everyone knows this. You can tell just by looking at him. He's also someone who doesn't particularly care for physical affection. He doesn't mind it but doesn't necessarily partake in it either which is why I feel like head pats fit him. Since he's most likely taller than you it works because he doesn't have to bend down and you don't have to reach up. It's also a subtle way of giving physical affection. Whenever he wants your attention or just wants to give you affection, he'll give you a small head pat.

Mitsuya: Holding Hands

Holding hands isn't a big form of physical affection but it's still really nice. Mitsuya likes holding your hand so he doesn't lose you and it's a constant reminder you're still there. He also does this a lot with his sisters so I feel like since he's so used to it this is the form of affection he's the most comfortable with. Especially loves holding hands in the colder months where he can take your hand in his and help you warm up. Also does the thumb rub thing and will also lift up your hand and place a kiss on it.

Baji: Back Hugs

Similar to Mikey, he likes this form of affection because it feels like he's protecting you. Loves coming up from behind you and wrapping his arms around you. Bonus points if it scares you at first. Likes to rest his chin on your shoulder and kiss your forehead as his arms are around you. More bonus points if he does this when you're talking to someone and they end up leaving, giving you two a moment for yourselves.

Chifuyu: Cheek Kisses

Is more on the shy side when it comes to affection. But that doesn't mean he doesn't like it or anything. I feel like cheek kisses are his go to because it's quick but it's also really cute. Definitely took inspiration from a romance manga since we all know he reads them. Will kiss you on the cheek whenever he sees you, says good bye to you, or whenever he feels like it really. It makes him flustered but he loves it. If you want to see him really flustered his him back.

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tokyomanjimemberchaos · 2 years ago

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~Belonging~

:::DRABBLE:::

::: Female Reader :::

::: Fluff / slightly suggestive themes :::

::: Draken :::

…………………………………………………………………………….

Having a hand wrap around your thigh, Draken absolutely loves squeezing the blump flesh whenever stress overcomes his mind or simply wanting to make sure your close enough to send out a warning to anyone gazing at you in a way he does not approve of. It’s his way of claiming his territory ; what belongs to him.

Sitting comfortably on his lap while stroking his hair gave him a sense of relief and calmness, which ends up with him falling asleep with you trapped in his arms. Don’t even think about trying to move away, this man will automatically grab your waist and spoon you in an even tighter grip.

“ Draken I need to go—“

“ Don’t go…. just a few more minutes “

Oh well. How can you deny him, poor thing hasn’t seen you in weeks, too caught up in brutal fights ; too much violence. Sighing softly you relaxed in his arms and brought your hand up to caress his cheek with your thumb, the tender action making him calm. Snuggling his face deeper into your neck giving it a soft kiss before falling asleep.

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tokyomanjimemberchaos · 2 years ago

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I’ve once again been thinking thots.

Draken and the reader reunite after the reader returns from a long work trip. Reader was talking big shit/flirting heavy through texts prior to heading home (she may have sent a nude or two). He can’t keep his hands off of her once she arrives. Practically fucks her against the front door, but they eventually make their way somewhere in their shared home and he blows her back out.🤣

Yes yes yes yes THINKS THESE THOTS

Hot Stuff: Ken Ryuguji x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.7k

tw: NSFW, reader isn't making it out of this one without a back brace, sorry

masterlist

On my way home.

You send the message without much thought, settling into the back of the Uber and tucking your phone into your jacket. Almost as soon as you send it, your phone vibrates, as well as your watch.

You look down at your wrist and read the message. You re-read the message, and the stirring in your gut gets stronger.

Hope you caught some sleep on the plane because I don't have any plans to let you rest.

You want to lean over and tell the driver to speed up, but you know he'd ask why and you'd be at a loss for what to say. Would you admit that you'd been teasing your husband all week with flirtatious messages, scandalous videos, and what could be called a deluge of sexy photos?

I don't have any plans to let you rest

The Uber comes to a stop in front of your house, and you consider waiting in the car to see how long it would take Draken to come out and get you. But the answer to your speculative question is "no time" because the door to your house opens almost immediately.

"Hey," you smile, grabbing your bag from the seat beside you and hoisting it over your shoulder. Draken takes the bag from your shoulder and smiles at the Uber driver before ushering you into the house silently.

"Everything okay?" you wonder when you step inside, and Draken tosses your bag aside before turning and pressing you against the door. What begins with a gentle movement - just a simple hand caressing your jaw as he hovers over you - becomes hungry and feverish, with his hips grinding into yours.

"Everything's fine," he replies, leaning down a little. The kiss starts off slow and sensual like most kisses are between the two of you. "Couldn't wait for you to get home," Draken breathes between kisses. "You drove me crazy this week."

"Did I?" you tease, wrapping your arms around his neck. Draken hums his response while his cock hardens, the obvious sign pressing into your thigh.

Draken stops kissing you to nip at your earlobe, and you feel his fingers pulling your legs around his waist. "You know I want you." His heady whispers make shivers roll down your spine. You're left hovering in the space between the closed door and Draken as he pushes down his pajama pants with one hand.

"Commando?" you chuckle at the feeling of his cockhead bobbing against your leg. Draken huffs and smirks, shrugging.

"Gotta get it as soon as possible, babe." Your leggings come off one leg at a time, and once they're peeled away from your skin, his hands paw eagerly at your shirt. Your sports bra is pushed up with it, and when Draken sees your breasts, he can't help but lean forward for a taste.

His hands move to your ass, where your thong is still hanging on by a thread. Draken's mouth sucks harshly on one nipple, and you gasp, closing your eyes as he sucks it over and over again. You look down at his face and see him looking back up at you, eyes focused with intensity on your gaze.

"Ken," you whimper, but he doesn't let up. His left hand comes up to massage the other breast, plucking at the nipple roughly and rolling it between his fingers. Your mind goes blank as he demonstrates how much he adores your flesh, and every second is pure bliss.

Draken goes from one breast to the other, sucking and flicking his tongue over the nipple while his other hand steadily stimulates your breast. You begin to squirm, hoping Draken would stop beating around the bush and just fuck you already. When he doesn't catch the hint, you whisper,

"I need your cock right now."

It's as if a switch goes off in his head.

His mouth departs from your breast, leaving it cool and wet, while his fingers snake up the length of your leg.

"A little patience goes a long way..."

"Ken," you protest, but his free hand slips past the thong and pushes it aside.

"I should make you beg for it." The wicked look the blonde gives you makes you want to melt, but you have a need that has to be sated.

"If I beg," you begin. "You'll fuck me, right?"

"You're really going to do it?" A finger sinks into your cunt, and you exhale, leaning your head against the door. Draken looks down at you and raises a brow. His finger pumps back and forth, and you shamefully look away, trying not to draw attention to how wet you are. "You gonna beg, princess?"

You gasp, but Draken continues his little game, adding a finger to your already thoroughly prepared cunt. "Oh," Draken muses, his eyelids lowering just a fraction. "You don't need to say anything. Your pussy's talking for you." it's then that you notice - beyond the blood pumping in your ears - that your cunt is actually squelching. Loud.

You bury your face in Draken's chest, and he chuckles, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Let me get you more comfortable. I'm sure you're dying to lay in the bed."

Draken doesn't let you down. In fact, he simply keeps you in that same position and walks toward the bedroom, kissing your warm cheeks and still fucking your pussy with his fingers.

When you land on your back in the bed, you watch Draken's arm extend and continue to stroke your insides. You're not sure if it's the way he looks at you or the way his veiny arm looks in the dim lighting, but the edge of an orgasm approaches.

It's like a slow knife through cold butter - the feeling, that is - and every second feels like a minute or more with the way Draken is teasing your orgasm out of you. His chain hovers mere centimeters from your face, the gold links shuddering with each movement of his hand.

And you're suspended in limbo, gripping his free arm tight in your hand. As you pant and moan, Draken's mouth opens slightly, and you can see the dare to cum written all over his face.

"Do it," his voice chants in your mind. "Cum all over my hand, baby," Draken adds in real-time, and your legs quiver.

"C-cant--!" Draken seems to understand the crux of the issue and reaches down to pay with your clit.

"Like that?" The cheeky bastard. You cum almost instantly, clenching around his fingers and shouting his name at the same time. Draken doesn't let a second pass between your orgasm and pushing his cock into you. It's raw, it's lusty, and the only way you can keep some semblance of your composure is to bite down on your lip and squeeze your legs around him.

"Don't want the neighbors to hear us, huh?" he murmurs, kissing your cheek again and licking down your neck. "I don't know how much help I'm going to be tonight, then."

"Please, Ken," you whine. "Please, please."

Draken responds by going faster, pumping his hips into yours with so much force that the bed shakes. You reach down to play with your clit at the same time, and Draken doesn't knock your hand away. He simply presses your other hand around his neck and latches it onto his braid.

When you pull on it, he groans loudly. It's almost as loud as a roar, and the thought of your neighbors hearing - though they're in the house next door - makes you pull even harder.

"You want them to hear?" Draken cries out, lifting off of you and gripping your hips in his hands. You nod, but he's too focused on the sight between your legs to catch it. "Needed this pussy all damn week," he grumbles. "Sending me pictures n' shit..." Your pussy responds to him with just as much need, and the sounds of your flesh smacking together drives you insane. "You lost your fucking mind on that trip." Finally, Draken looks back up at you, his mouth set in a hard line as his cock throbs viciously inside of you. "I'm gonna help you find it, though." He pulls out of you, and you instinctively turn over onto your stomach, placing your ass in the air.

"No." His hands turn you to the side, and he lifts your leg in the air. "This way." When Draken enters you, you scramble to find purchase somewhere that's not his rock-hard stomach. "Give me two minutes right here. I'm trying to see something." A tongue swirls around your toes, and you gasp loudly, looking over as Draken's mouth sucks on your toes.

"Holy fu--" He hums around them, and suddenly, you're not in your body at all. You feel like you're outside of yourself, watching something from afar. It still feels good, it still feels pleasurable, amazing even.

Only when he stops sucking on your toes do you realize you just had another orgasm. "Up." You're hoisted to your feet, and like a baby deer, Draken walks you toward the vertical mirror in the room. He guides your hands to the wall, presses them on both sides of the fixture, spreads your legs with his feet, and then pushes right back into you, getting balls deep with one stroke. You raise onto your tiptoes, and Draken looks at your shared reflection over your shoulder, holding your waist with one arm.

"Look at you," he purrs, smiling. "You look fucked out, just like you should be."

You can barely mumble his name. All you can and want to do is watch yourself get fucked in the mirror, your gaze listless. "You... haven't cum?" you wonder, and Draken shakes his head, still fucking you senseless.

"I'm not cumming until the very end," he huffs, wrapping your hair around his hand. "It's only ten o'clock. I've got an hour and a half to go."

You whimper, but it's not out of fear. You spread your legs even more and bend a little deeper, and Draken grips your hair with a grin.

"Good girl; you get the picture."

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tokyomanjimemberchaos · 2 years ago

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Friends with Benefits (Story Masterlist)

Characters: Draken x fem!reader

You meet Draken at his bike shop shortly after moving to Tokyo when you are in getting your own motorcycle repaired. You quickly become friends. Then after one drunken night of fun under the sheets, you slowly become something more.....

Part 0.5/ Prologue ~ Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 coming soon!

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tokyomanjimemberchaos · 2 years ago

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KEN RYUGUUJI | 9:47PM

Draken smiles encouragingly as he guides you further up his chest. He’s twitching with excitement. Having your little cunt pressed against his tongue, your warm thighs squeezing at his head? It’s all he’s been thinking about since he left you asleep earlier. Clad in one of his black t-shirts and a pair of periwinkle panties, the crotch damp from whatever dreams you were having— you’d looked delicious. Tangled in his sheets, lips parted as you slept, you were the picture of temptation. Draken had wanted to bury his face between those thighs immediately.

Alas, he had a busy day planned and was forced to leave the light of his life with a gentle kiss to the forehead and whispered ‘I love you’. His day had dragged on far longer than necessary. Work had been almost pointless. With the way his mind would randomly remind him of what he had left at home, it was safe to say he’d spent the better part of his day assuring Seishu that he was in fact okay. Just having an off day.

He was here now though. Inches from his prize. Saliva pooling on the back of his tongue as you fiddled with the edge of your shirt before bringing it up to your mouth and biting down on the cloth. Draken groans, lids fluttering as your bare flesh is exposed to him.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day, sweetheart,” Hands glide up your thighs, to your waist where he squeezes lovingly and inch their way up to your chest where he paws at them. Warm palms roll along the sensitive peaks until he pinches languidly at them.

“You have?” You ask around the t-shirt, hips bucking at his ministrations. He glances down at your cunt, when he feels the wet press of the lips against his skin.

“Mhm,” He drags a finger down your body to rub teasingly at your exposed clit. “Thought about my baby all day.”

“Draken, please don’t tease me,” You huff.

Draken chuckles, smacking at your butt playfully before he tugs you entirely onto his face. Thick arms wrapping around your thighs as he anchors you in place. His eyes lock with yours, a ghost of a smile on his face when he says, “I’m not gonna stop until I’m satisfied.”

It’s the only warning you get, followed by a gentle press of his lips against your clit, just a brief touch, and then he’s devouring you. Your mouth falls open, the shirt falling free of your lips, making you scramble to grab the material in your fists and hold it away from his face.

His eyes are closed as he laps at your clit, little grunts escaping your mouth as he presses his face deeper against you. He moves you a little higher as he brushes his tongue through your leaky hole, his nose digging into your clit as he does it, increasing the stimulation.

“Oh- fuck, hngh -‘s so good,” You slur. Hips bucking of their own accord, head thrown back as you ride his face.

He buries his tongue as deep as he can go, groaning against it and the vibrations make you squeal and buck faster, hands slapping against the headboard as you fall forward. Your orgasm builds quickly, the heat at the base of your stomach expanding under the ministrations of Draken’s tongue until you’re panting heavily, hands squeezing at your own chest as you grind on his face.

Draken is transfixed, he knows you’re close even if he’s only just begun. He squeezes harshly on your thighs, tightens his grip as he pulls you as close as he possibly can to his mouth. He wants to melt into your pussy, merge with the flesh, become one with your slippery lips and swollen clit. This is home. Right here between your thighs, as your cunt dribbles slick into his mouth and across his lips. He’s content.

Your thighs press against the sides of his head, squeezing him as your orgasm washes through you. Draken groans at the heavy gush of liquid that leaves you, at the way your clit throbs against his tongue, he relaxes his grip only after you’ve stopped bucking. Your legs tremble next to him but he doesn’t allow his tongue to leave your cunt at all, alternating between licking gently at the sensitive nub and sucking each labia into his mouth until you’re cresting again, this one a lot calmer than the first.

He doesn’t hear your desperate cries for him to stop after the second orgasm, or even feel as you try to push at his arms to get free from his tongue’s assault. He’s too focused on the way your hole twitches when his tongue dips into it. On the way, your lips have grown puffy from overstimulation. It’s beautiful. Watching your body bow above him.

At some point you remove the shirt entirely, barring your breasts for his hands to play with. Draken makes you dumb with his tongue. And after he’s turned you into a weepy, mindless mess he presses the obscenely wet head of his cock at your cunt. Swirls the ridiculous amount of slick and saliva around with it and coos softly at you as he presses into you.

Your body is so pliant, so easily moveable that he folds your legs against your body with no complaints from you. In fact, you’re begging. You don’t know what exactly you’re begging for until the head of his cock pops past the tight ring of your cunt and strains against your walls.

“You’re so fucking tight,” He groans, marveling at the way you still manage to be snug even after the time his tongue spent buried in your cunt. “Fuck- fuck.” He balances most of his weight on one elbow, his free hand grasping at the back of your neck as he ducks to kiss you. His tongue tugging and wrapping and lapping at your own, a distraction as his cock stretches you. Every inch manages to be a struggle to take, until you’re so far gone from the depth of his cock inside you, you can’t kiss back. Eyes rolled into the back of your head as he presses wet kiss to your parted lips.

“You’re so good to me baby. Always taking all of my cock,” You make a choked out noise as Draken draws back, it’s just as slow as when he went in and it drags his cock head and the thick vein running along his shaft against your most sensitive spots.

You forget to breathe and Draken buckles as he kisses gentle reminders to breathe against your neck and cheeks and forehead. Even as he bucks his hips shallowly, stirs them against the closest parts of your insides you can barely suck air into your lungs.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” He grunts, as your cunt latches onto the thick of his cock, spasms and tightens and tries to draw him deeper into her.

“Ca- can’t,” You gasp, hands clawing at his biceps and the back of his head as you pull him closer, aiding in the desperation of your cunt to have him deeper. “Fuck, fuck me Draken- do it!” You babble. “Fuck me- fuck me. I can- I can take it!”

He does. Hips snapping into you so hard that your body jostles up the bed, only his hand on the top of your head protects you from the headboard. “Like this?” He breathes near the shell of your ear as the slap, slapping of his balls and thighs against your ass echo through the room. “Want me to fuck you like this baby?”

You make an aborted noise as his pace increases, hands flailing as you scramble for purchase. Coherent thought escapes you as your cunt gets battered. Fucked until the slapping of his body against yours becomes the sticky clicking of your cum against his hips, connecting him to you with each thrust. Until you’re cumming so hard, cunt clenching so violently Draken’s fucking is forced to halt, his orgasm sucked out of him by your greedy cunt.

When you recover Draken leaves open mouthed kisses against every ounce of flesh he can manage to find. Nibbling at your shoulder and collarbone and praising you for taking all of him while being extremely overstimulated. His cock stays buried in you as he flips you so you’re laying with your face presses into his peck.

You sigh in contentment when he shifts to get comfortable and it moves his cock deeper inside you. You’re ridiculously satiated. Pussy filled with cum and a deliciously fat cock. You don’t think you ever want to move. You snuggle deeper against him when he runs feather light strokes against your exposed back.

“Doing okay, baby?” He asks. The rumbling of his question reverberates through you. “Didnt hurt you did I ?”

You frown, lifting up only briefly to squint at him. “No, you were perfect.”

Draken flashes you an appreciative grin that morphs into a grimace as your movement dislodges his softening cock and cum leaks out from around it onto him. “We need to get cleaned up.” He points out and your frown deepens as you think about separating from him. “No, no, no,” He reassures you. “I’m not going anywhere, baby.” His thumb smoothes at the crease between your brows. “We can get cleaned up together. Sound good?”

“Mhm,” You shuffle higher up his chest to kiss him chastely. “You’ll have to carry me though…” You look away shyly and Draken’s eyes narrow at you. His cock was literally still inside of you. There was no way you could be embarrassed by anything rigt now.

“I mean, that’s fine with me.”

“And- and maybe help me shower?” You blink doe eyes up at him. “I can’t feel my legs.”

His laugh startles you, his hands against your body begin to rub soothing circles into your muscles. “We love to see it,” He chuckles.

@souyaszn ❤️

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tokyomanjimemberchaos · 2 years ago

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Hajime Kokonoi x fem!Reader x Seishu Inui

Summary: fem!Reader is roommates and became best friends with Hajime Kokonoi and Seishu Inui. Hajime and Seishu are in an established relationship but they feel like something is missing.

Word Count: 2,096 Warning: Koko and Inui are in an established relationship, cursing, and smut (blowjob, making out, groping, eating pussy/face sitting, unprotected sex, little dirty talk, creampie, cum eating, and cum swapping)

Tag: @sweetbbyshion for Sunday Spitroast Collab

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Your eyes are glued to the monitor, trying to complete the new quest. Only the sounds of loud and fast clicking from your mechanical keyboard bounce off the walls. Yes! You groan in victory, finally grinding long enough to reach the end and get the gold and other prizes. Leaning back on your gamer chair, you feel the dryness in your eyes starting to settle in. You look away from your screen to see the flashing of the time on your clock. Shit, it’s 3 AM. Turning off your computer, removing your headphones, and placing it on a hook, you head for the kitchen to grab a glass of water before bed.

You quietly open your bedroom door, not wanting to disturb your best friends and discreetly tiptoe into the kitchen. The living room is dark but the TV plays some movie credits and the bright lights lead a path for you to cross to your destination. Curiously looking over, you see Koko straddling Inui passionately making out, not aware that you are in the room. Oops, quietly giggling to yourself, you turn away, not wanting to feel intrusive.

This isn’t the first time you have caught them making out. At first, they (mostly Inui) felt embarrassed but you insisted it’s not a big deal. When it comes to romance, you are open minded. Opening the cabinet to grab a cup, you hear Koko’s cute little whimpers. You smile to yourself, thinking how adorable he sounds as you pour some water into your cup. As you are about to take a drink, your eyes widen when you see Inui stand up, facing sideways from the TV, and take out his cock. You can’t quite see his length or girth but notice that Koko gets down on his knees.

“Suck it.” Inui strokes his cock with a demanding tone, ooh… It is hard for you to turn your gaze away.

“Make me.” Koko’s teasing tone, you imagine Koko sticking out his tongue making a ‘bleh’ sound. Inui grabs Koko’s black hair, shoving his cock in his mouth and making Koko gag.

“Fuckin brat.” Inui throws his head back, letting out a low groan, pumping his cock in and out of Koko’s mouth. Feeling tingles in your nether regions, you shake your head. What the fuck is wrong with me? You feel guilty for getting turned on by this. But now you’re not even sure how to discreetly go back to your room without getting caught. Gonna have to wait it out. Listening to Koko gag, moan, and make sloppily noises only makes you rub your thighs together, wishing this pressure down south will subside. “Bet [Y/n]’s lips would feel good too.”

“Wha-” You gasp loudly and covering your mouth, fuck fuck fuck! Your face heats up, hearing Inui call your name. Did you really just hear him say that?

“[Y/n]?” Inui definitely heard your gasp, “Are you in the kitchen?” You hear Koko release Inui’s cock with a loud pop sound.

“I don’t hear her keyboard clicks.”

“[Y/n], come out.” Inui’s tone is soft, you slowly show yourself from the kitchen. Inui shyly covers his erection. “Did we… scare you?” The end of his question is above a whisper, uncertain how you would think of them. Your eyes widened in surprise.

“No, of course not! I was just-.”

“Come join us.” Koko’s devilish smirk appears, flustering you even more. Is he joking? He lightly smacks Inui’s hand away to show off his erection. “You heard him, didn’t you?” Koko strokes Inui’s cock, “Don’t you want to suck Inupi’s cock?” From the TV’s reflection, Inui’s cock lights up in a way that tempts you closer. He's definitely above average size.

Gulping, your legs move on their own and Koko scooch over for you to kneel next to him. Now you have a closer look at Inui’s cock, your mouth waters at the curve of his shape. Taking your hand, you wrap it around his cock right above Koko’s hand. Inui’s breath hitches when he feels how soft your hand is. Both you and Koko work together to create a rhythm, Inui lets out a low moan. Enjoying two different hands on him, the softness of your hand and the firmness from Koko.

“Why don’t you suck him off?” Koko whispers huskily in your ear, hoping to entice you. As though you are hypnotized, you nod and put yourself right in front of Inui. Koko sits closely behind you, “His tip is sensitive.” His hands are now on your plush thighs, rubbing them up and down sensually. “Want to start licking there?”

Listening to Koko, you lightly lick Inui’s tip and his breath hitches again, wanting more from you. Your heart is beating rapidly, determined to make Inui feel good. You suck on his tip hard, earning a whimper from Inui’s lips and your panties grow wet. Koko’s warm hands roaming underneath your clothes. Inching to reach for your tits, you arch your back giving him consent and feeling his erection pressing on your back. Koko grabs a handful of your tits, moaning along with you and enjoying how they feel.

“I knew your tits would feel amazing.” Sucking and nibbling on your exposed neck, you relish the rhythm of Koko’s tongue. Seeing how often Koko sticks out his tongue, you guess he knows how to use his tongue well. Now you know very well and from experience. His black irises watch you enthusiastically suck off his boyfriend, smirking into your neck, “You look so pretty with his cock stuffed in your mouth.” Rolling and pinching your nipples, you let out a needy moan and the vibration makes Inui’s cock throbs even more.

Bobbing your head, feeling eager to have Inui to cum inside your mouth but he stops you before he ejaculates. “Wa-wait.” He grabs your chin, staring down at your eyes and swollen lips. “I don’t want to cum in your mouth.”

“Where do you want to cum, Inupi?” Feeling Koko’s smirk on your exposed neck, he squeezes your tits a bit harder.

In the next blurry minute, everyone is stripped from their clothes. Koko lays down on the large wooden coffee table, you are on all fours with Koko’s pretty cock in your face and your wet pussy in his. He can practically smell your erotically divine aroma, making his mouth water. Inui is standing over Koko’s head, legs apart and rubbing his cock along your wet slit. You moan needily and shake with even more excitement when you feel Koko’s heavy breaths on your clit. Grabbing Koko’s cock, you begin sucking and swallowing his entire cock and Koko moans. Inui prod his cock in between your folds, sinking in, feeling your wet gummy walls welcoming him in.

“Argh…” Holding onto your hips, enjoying the warmth of your pussy.

“How-how does she feel, Inupi?” Koko tries asking his question but the way you suck his cock makes him almost speechless. Licking, sucking, and slobbering over his dick makes him melt.

“S’ fuckin tight.” Wanting to savor the way your cunt squeezing him. “Feel s’ good.” Slowly pumping in and out, hearing your wetness makes him want to unleash his desires for you. He grips your hips tighter to pick up the speed, the sound of skin slapping and Koko’s lapping turns you on even more. Koko flatten his tongue to lick your clit with more pressure, making your pussy clench Inui’s cock. Then he strategically licks from your needy clit to Inui’s dick when he pulls out. Tasting yours and Inui’s essences.

“Mmmmph!” Crying into Koko’s cock, your stomach tightens feeling your orgasm is coming. Inui feels your pussy squeezing him, he thrusts into you harder and faster and Koko attaches his lips to your clit and sucks on it hard. Squealing, your folds flutter and creaming around Inui’s shaft. Inui ferals over the white ring you create, fucking you even harder.

“Ahhh!” Removing your mouth away from Koko’s cock, replacing your mouth with your hand stroking it faster. “Seishuuuuuu!” The brutal pace almost makes your eyes roll back, the tip of his cock hits your sweet spot over and over again.

“That’s it, Inupi.” Koko moaning and bucking his hips up, fucking his drenched cock into your soft hand. “Fuck her harder.” Getting closer to his orgasm. “Wanna see you cum.” Inui’s movements are growing sloppy and his cock is twitching. Inui squeezes your hips holding it in place for him to spill his cum inside your wet pussy and groans in bliss. Right at the same time, Koko cums all over your hand and moans softly.

Holding your hips for a couple minutes, Inui releases your hips and steps back while pulling his cock out of your cunt. Koko observes Inui’s cum dripping out of your hole, he grabs your thighs to lower yourself down on his face. His tongue dips into your cum filled hole, eating Inui’s cum along with yours, startling you.

“Oh god, Koko!” You are squirming due to sensitivity, he strongly grips onto your thighs, refusing for you to get away from him. Koko’s cum on your hand is now dripping down to your forearm. You curiously lick it up, tasting a bit of bitterness but its tolerable. Koko enthusiastically slurps your cunt, and in a few minutes he removes his tongue. It signals you to lift your body off of him, Koko pulls your arm and lifts his body up to kiss you. His lips are soft and wet from your arousal and Inui’s, his tongue forces your lips to open. Your eyes widen when Koko pushes Inui’s cum in your mouth. Inui watching the both of you swapping his cum with your tongues makes him hot again.

You and Koko are messily and openly making out, making wet lewd noises, hands roaming on each other’s bodies. Soon Inui’s cum is distributed, you both swallow his cum along with each other’s saliva. Koko gives you small pecks on your lips before leaning in to kiss you deeply. It is passionate and romantic, never had you thought he would kiss you this way. Inui feeling jealous and left out, he lightly cups your cheek and turns your focus on him. He slant his lips against yours, the way he kisses you brings butterflies to your stomach.

“Been wanting to kiss and taste you for so long.” Koko boldly admits his desires for you. Breaking your kiss from Inui, you stare at his black irises in surprise. “Surprised to hear that?” His smirk is smug but his tone is playful.

“Yes…” Inui, who is now sitting on the coffee table, lays his head on your shoulder. “I had no idea you guys … felt that way about me.”

“We would’ve told you sooner if you weren’t always playing computer games in your room.” Koko sticks his tongue out to make a ‘bleh’ sound, teasing you.

“Oh. Sorry.” Feeling your cheeks heats up in embarrassment. Memories flood into your mind when you do have movie nights, they always want you to be in the middle and have you lean on one of them and the other would lay on you. Or when they go out of their way to buy you your favorite snacks or games. Or when you take the train with them, they always shield you so other people don’t bump into you. Or when a guy does come up to talk to you, they always have their hands on you. I’m so dumb…

Inui snuggles into your neck and wraps his arms around you, interrupting your thoughts. “Don’t be.” Placing soft kisses on your neck. “I hope you know, this isn’t a one time thing. We do genuinely have feelings for you.”

“We want to be with you, that is if you want to be with us.” Koko tilts his head to the side and smiles cutely.

“Of course, I do.” You would be crazy enough to say no to these sweet guys. Inui smiles softly, squeezing you more lovingly. Koko whips out his phone, looking for something. “What are you doing?”

“Ordering a bigger bed.” Koko scrolls through his options, Inui leans in to look at them too.

“What about this one?”

“That one is not bad but I want to make sure [Y/n] is comfortable. Like this one.” Koko shows both you and Inui of his choice. You couldn’t help but to laugh softly at how Koko is being so considerate of you. Well this is your new boyfriends for you.

[End]

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tokyomanjimemberchaos · 2 years ago

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I had the slightest realization a few days ago that both Rengoku and Draken have the same birthday.

May 10th

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tokyomanjimemberchaos · 2 years ago

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TOKYO REV BOYS REACTING TO YOU CONFESSING TO THEM

Genre: Fluff Characters: Mikey, Draken and Chifuyu A/N: I hope you enjoy it!! Thank you for reading!

Mikey

You really did want to confess to Mikey- and you had decided today would be the perfect day

There was only one problem though- he was almost always asleep

You can’t really confess to a sleeping person, can you?

You had tried asking everyone around you to help you wake him up

Draken even tried hitting Mikey on the head- but to no avail

You decided that the only option left for you was to-

- open snacks right under his nose-

Safe to say it worked and now you have a groggy and extremely hungry Mikey in front of you

“Thanks, (Y/N)! You always know what I like”

“Of course, I do… it’s you”

At that Mikey looked up and tilted his head to the side in confusion as you felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you

“I- I like you, Manjiro… I have for a while… and I don’t mean just as friends. I like you more than that”

As you watched Mikey wipe away a few crumbs from his face and stare into your eyes, you had started to expect the worst

“Silly… I like you too…Probably a lot more than you think…”

You felt like you sat there in shock for a few minutes as Mikey’s face became more and more pink

“You really mean that?” you asked after a while

“Yes… I do”

You felt him grasp your hand slowly as he pushed some of the snacks towards you

And that’s the first day of your really long and loving relationship

Draken

You knew Draken was a bit slow when it came to seeing if someone had feelings for him

You needed to be more direct with him- you had decided that firmly

“I like you, Draken! I have for a long time!”

But maybe you shouldn’t have said that to him if you were going to have cold feet-

Because the second after you said that you ran away-

The way Draken was staring at you with a shocked expression, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck… you knew you didn’t have a chance…

(maybe you were the dense one- )

Draken spent the entire day wondering what exactly you meant- Mikey knew what was up and saw this as a golden opportunity to tease him, Mitsuya was confused and a little concerned but he also found it a little amusing and no one else was willing to help him for some reason (jealousy probably)

After a whole day, you woke up with swollen eyes from crying while Draken woke up with swollen eyes because he couldn’t sleep (you were running through his head again)

He decided the only person he could ask was…well…you

Who would know what you meant more than you, right?

“(Y/N)! Wait- “ he said, the moment he saw you later that day

You turned around to face him before running off again

Draken yelled a little in surprise but took off behind you

“(Y/N)! Wait- I wanted to- I wanted to ask you what you meant that day- “

“What do you think I meant! I was confessing to you, you idiot!”

At that Draken stopped running and hearing no more footsteps behind you, you stop as well

You stood there, trying your best to blink back your tears when you felt someone bonk you on the head lightly with their fist

“O-Oh…I didn’t…I- I actually- ugh…I like you too, damn it…”

It was your turn to stare at him, your mouth open wide as Draken desperately tried to avoid eye contact, the tip of his ears flushed red

You felt warm all over as you intertwined your fingers with his

Smiling up at him you said, “Well, then…shall we go on our first date?”

Your beaming face was enough to convince Draken- whose face was beyond red as you both set off together on one of the most memorable days of your life

Chifuyu

He’d read many mangas where the female lead confessed to the male lead

They would start dating, fall in love and everything would be perfect

He’d share all his ideas of confessing with you- his friend

You didn’t mind listening and at times, you also took notes- why?

Chifuyu was someone you liked for a long time and you hoped that you could confess to him in a way that was perfect- just like in his mangas

You had gotten permission to use the school rooftop for an afternoon and you spent the morning arranging the perfect picnic set up

Satisfied, you wiped the sweat from your forehead- you were covered in sweat and felt tired from all the work

“Maybe I should change into my spare uniform…I feel gross” you thought to yourself

But as soon as you turned to the rooftop door, you saw someone open it-

“(Y/N)?” came an all-too-familiar voice

Chifuyu had been worrying about you for a while- he was worried you were sick or were feeling sad because he hadn’t seen you all day but he did see your bag at your seat

“Chifuyu! What are you- “

“The teacher told me you might be up here… doing- what are you doing?”

He eyed your untidy uniform, the picnic basket and blanket behind you but he didn’t have a clue why you’d want to have a picnic by yourself…unless-

“I wanted to…tell you how I feel…”

Chifuyu felt his face warm up quickly as he realised what you were doing-

“I’ve liked you for a long time, Fuyu… much more than as a friend….”

“Wait… (Y/N)...this setup…it’s just like- “

“From the manga we read together for the first time…yes…”

Chifuyu couldn’t think- all he could do was wrap you up in a big hug as he started grinning from ear to ear

“I like you too, (Y/N)! Thank you- for making this day perfect! The fact that it’s someone I’ve liked as well for a while…” he couldn’t continue as he felt his face flush

“Maybe…we should eat then?” you said, trying to contain your excitement

That afternoon was when you both had your first date- filled with delicious food and comments you’d make about your appearance that Chifuyu would ardently disagree with (“I look filthy, Fuyu-” “I think you look beautiful, (Y/N)” “Stop being cheesy, ew!” “Hey, you confessed first!”)

All in all, a perfectly imperfect confession (but one that the both of you would remember for a long, long time)

Thank you for reading! 🌸

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tokyomanjimemberchaos · 2 years ago

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tokyomanjimemberchaos · 2 years ago

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I feel like Tengen would have a "no pregnant, only breed" kind of attitude. He'd always have tea and medicine for you take after but he would also love to creampie you all night long and even push the cum back inside with his fingers and his cock.

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tokyomanjimemberchaos · 2 years ago

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[ Red lipstick ] tokyo revengers

Characters: mikey, draken, mitsuya

Mikey

He giggles at each and every kiss you give him. “More!” Your lips are covered in red lipstick as you pepper Mikey’s face with kisses. You begin to pull away, he pouts. He brings your face back in. “Don’t pull away! I want my face covered in your lipstick. “Plus you missed a spot!” He pointed at his lips. “Needy as usual…” you whispered, but he heard you.

“I’m not needy.” He crossed his arms and looked the other way. “You aren’t? Then what would you do if I didn’t kiss your lips?” His head snaps back in your direction. “You wouldn’t do that!”

“You’re right I wouldn’t, if I didn’t kiss your lips you’d turn into a pain in the ass.”

“Hey!” He lets out an offended gasp.

He’d also be the type to proudly walk outside with his face covered in red lipstick, he’d show it off as well.

Draken

Your hands cupped his face as you gave his face kisses, the only spot you truly missed was his lips. At the beginning of the kisses he was grumbling on about how he wanted you to stop, yet here you are. You pull away and giggle as you look at his face. “Looks like I missed a spot Ken!” His face was just covered in your lipstick.

You dive back in and give him a kiss on the lips, your lips were smudged with your own lipstick. He grinned.

I feel like we wouldn’t be the type to walk out looking like that. If he did he'd be constantly teased by the other members.

Mitsuya

You were seated on his lap as he worked on a new project. He was constantly busy so moments like these meant a lot, your lips connected with his cheek. He let out a slight chuckle, one of his hands would rub up and down your back. “Once I’m done I’ll give you all the attention you want.”

You pull out your phone, which catches Mitsuya’s attention. “I want to take a picture of your face Taka!” You take a picture of his lipstick stained face, one of the first places you kissed were his lips.

I feel like he’d be ok with walking around like that, only if there were just a few on his face.

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tokyomanjimemberchaos · 2 years ago

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Happy Birthday Mr. Vice President

Characters: Draken x fem!reader, friends to lovers kinda thing

Summary: You've gotten your best friend the best gift ever for his birthday. And he wants to say thank you.

Tw: smut, pet names, teasing(ish), female reader, choking, cheesey shit, idk. Not beta read, this is whatchya get idk I wrote this in a few hours

NSFW!!! Minors/Ageless/Blank Blogs DNI! You can not copy or translate any of my works. Character belongs to Ken Wakui. Banner credit to @benkeibear

"I have one last gift for you."

You smile deviously as you turn your head to the large figure glaring out the window with his arms crossed in your small car. Your plan was finally coming together. Bring the birthday boy out for a full day, spoiling him to death, until you give him the greatest gift of all time.

You've been plotting this for months, rubbing your little paws together with excitement when the gift arrived at your front door just a week ago.

The street lights are just coming on as you pull up in front of a store.

"Y/N, my shop? Why are we here?" The dark haired man turns to you in confusion before stepping out of your small car. You giggle at the sight. The two of you approached the store that was still lit despite the large closed sign hanging on the door.

"Why are the lights on if we're closed? I thought Inui had the day off?" The questions kept rolling as you wrote out a message on your phone with one hand and waved the other dismissively.

"Don't worry about it. I got this all sorted out, pal." You grin up at your best friend as you hit the send button on a text. A few moments later, a very excited Inui rushes to the front door. He appears tired but is holding back a small smirk at his boss.

"Come on in. I was just leaving. I'll leave it to you, Y/N." He smiles at you with a wink before turning to his boss. "And happy birthday, man. It was good to see ya." He pats him on the shoulder as he leaves.

"Thank you, Inupi!" You shout to him as the door falls closed. Spinning on your heel, you cannot contain the huge smile plastered on your fave when your eyes meet a bemused Draken.

He says your name with a sigh. "I don't know what you're planning. But you've done enough for me today. You hiding my wallet was bad enough. I know it's my birthday, but I hope you didn't do anything crazy." He raises his brows in a pointed look. He's worried you've hung out with Mikey too often and it's rubbing off on you. He's appreciative of what you've done. But feels guilty.

"It's your birthday. You deserve it. And you deserve to be taken care of sometimes too, ya know." You raised your brow to him with a small pout, turning to lead the way to the next room. Completely oblivious to Drakens wide eyes at your comment. And a slightly pink hue on his ears.

The two of you enter the dimly lit office at the end of the hall. There, left wrapped neatly with a bow, sat the greatest present of all time. Sitting on Drakens desk just for him. You threw your arms out to present it. With a happy "Ta-dah!" Smiling brighter than ever.

He chuckles softly as he picks up the gift. Shaking it slightly with a smile. It felt light in his hands as he began to tear off the bright pink wrapping paper. Once he caught a glimpse of the package, his smile dropped. He quickly places the box back on his desk almost as if it burned him.

"No…" he shakes his head, seemingly in denial. "No… you didn't… this isn't-" his wide eye dart between your nodding and grinning face before he begins to tear the box open As quickly as he could. He realizes why it was so light, the box was empty.

It was adorable to see his eyebrows pinching together as his lips parted in questioning, once again looking to you. You've been waiting all night to say this to him.

"It's outside. Inui-"

Before you could finish, Drakens face brightened in excitement. You nearly fell on your ass at how quickly this man turned to run out of the room. Your laugh echoed behind him as he threw open the back door to his shop.

And there in all its beauty was his old Kawasaki Zephyr 400. Sitting pretty a bow on its handle that matched the one on the box. He smiled and chuckled to himself as he inspected it. Freshly cleaned and waxed, detailed beautifully for him. The new part that you ordered was already installed and ready to go.

He had been searching for that part for nearly three years, bike unable to work without it. Giving up when he wasn't able to find the exact one to fit his beloved first bike.

He turned to you as you came out of the back door with a shit eating grin. He said your name incredulously. "How did you find it? I can't believe- how did you- just… ah!" He was at a loss for words, throwing his hand in his dark hair for a moment.

"I found it from a collector." You glanced back at his motorcycle fondly. "I know how much you love that old thing. It was your baby back in high school." Your eyes met his and for a moment, you felt shy under his gaze. He was looking at you so intensely that you suddenly felt a pang of anxiety.

"U-uh I had Inui install it. It should be working flawlessly now. You should start it up." You give a smile that slowly drops as he draws himself closer.

"C'mere." He doesn't give you a choice before he pulls you into a hug. You can't stop the small sigh that comes out. Draken gives the best hugs, his size envelops you and makes you feel so warm and comfortable. Like home.

He pulls back after a moment and blinks, his hands never leaving your arms. You could have sworn his eyes were glossy for a moment.

"Nobody has ever done something like this for me before. You planned a whole day together and give me this?" He nods his head back. "It means a lot to me."

"Of course." You say, locking eyes with him and noticed the familiar feeling of butterflies in your stomach that you get every time you're with him. "Happy birthday, Ken."

He seems lost for a moment as he studies your face closely, almost as if he's looking for something. You didn't realize how close he had gotten until his nose brushed up against yours and he softly says your name.

"Thank you." His deep voice breathes before his lips touch your own. Hesitant at first before pushing against yours passionately.

Heat rises to your face as your heart squeezes in surprise. After all this time, you felt a shock to your system. You couldn’t believe that he was kissing you. It's like a dream come true. It's all you've ever wanted. To take care of Draken, spoil him, laugh with him, and love him.

Your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders. Smiling into the kiss he pulls away just enough to speak. "I-I'm sorry. I was just really excited and-"

"Why are you sorry? If I didn't want you to kiss me, I wouldn't have let you." You smirk as a small smile grows on his lips. You couldn't help but glance at them as your heart tries its best to slow down. "You… could kiss me again. If you want."

It was all he needed to hear. Drakens large hands cup both sides of your jaw as he brings you close for another dizzying kiss. Your heart was going insane while you tug at the collar of his jacket to bring him in close. The kiss turns from passionately sweet to hot and heavy quicker than you anticipated.

It felt like a fever dream. His hands slid down to your hips and began to guide you backwards. You accidentally made a soft groan when your back made contact with the building. Which unsurprisingly made the mood turn quickly. Draken pinned himself against you as his tongue slipped into your mouth, tasting you for the first time.

Neither of you could deny how badly you both wanted this. Having waited years for the right moment to confess. Never sure of the others feelings and never wanting to ruin your friendship. But now, Draken was able to see just how much you cared for him. And while he has the chance, he can't let this opportunity escape him.

Your hands inched down his muscular arms to his chest as his own began to travel around your body. His large hands left trails of fire in their wake. Calloused fingers danced near the hem of your shorts as he pulled your leg up to wrap around him.

"Wrap your arms around my neck." He pants between kisses and you comply. A small sound of surprise leaves you as he effortlessly lifts you up higher and pins his hips against yours. His growing hard on being pressed into your sex. Leaving your brain scrambling to keep up.

Breaking the kiss, he begins to trail open mouth kisses down your neck. Nipping at a few sensitive spots as he goes. Another small moan slips out and Draken pauses for a moment.

"God. I've wanted to hear that for years." He sighs into the crook of your neck. He pulls away to look at you. "Inside or outside?" He sounded as if he was restraining himself. His dark eyes were lidded as they danced between your eyes and your kiss swollen lips.

"I don't unde-"

"Can I have you here? Outside. Or would you rather be inside?" He interrupts, his large body looming over yours.

You didn’t expect him to be so forward. You felt yourself throbbing at his words. The shock of having the man you've been longing for want you back turning into deep desire.

"Inside." Is all you had to say before he's throwing you over his shoulder without hesitating. "Ah! Ken!" You squeal as he slaps your ass walking down the hallway.

"Keep sayin' my name, doll. You're gonna scream it later." He grins, kicking open the door to his office and sweeping everything off his desk. He places you down on the hardwood, trapping you between his arms as he hovers over you. "It's my birthday and I'm finally getting the gift I've always wanted." He smirks as he leans in.

Your face flushes heavily at his words, unable to find any of your own. His mouth finds yours again. You felt like your body was burning as his hands gripped your hips. His fingers slipped under the waistband and tugged, silently asking for permission. You lifted your hips as he slipped off your shorts.

You both shed your shirts and as you tugged off your bra for him, his eyes devoured your body. Draken tried everything he could to not openly gawk at you. You were so beautiful and you were his. Hands sliding over your chest, flicking over your hardening nipples. His soft lips reconnect with your neck as you move your head to offer more room. Your chest heaves as he sucks and bites as your throat. Both of your hands wander, discovering each other under your fingertips.

A soft gasp leaves your throat when Draken finds a particularly sensitive spot just at the base of your neck.

"Ken. Please."

You won't have to ask him twice. He trails kisses down to your breasts, sucking and nipping one nipple as the other is twisted and pinched softly. His free hand travels to your panties, pleased to find them soaked. He uses a finger to part the thin fabric and glides through your folds. You grip the edge of the desk and watch as he touches you.

"Fuck. This wet already, huh? All for me?" He hisses, bringing his slick coated fingers up for you to see. You felt hazy as he brought them closer to your lips. "Suck."

It wasn't a question as you took two of his long fingers into your mouth. Tongue swirling around the digits to clean up every drop of your sweet essence. He watched on with his jaw slightly slack.

Draken pulled his hand away hearing a soft 'pop' come from your lips. "Thatta girl." He smiles as he begins to tease your entrance. Dipping his fingers in before pulling away.

"Gonna need to use that pretty mouth of yours another time. Right now, I'm gonna play with my new present." He gives a crooked smile that grows wider hearing you gasp as he slips a finger inside. He slowly pumps into your tight heat before adding another.

If you know anything after being friends with this man for this long. It's that he is always attentive.

Draken watches your expression as he fingers you, loving the way you squirm underneath him and try to suppress your moans. He thinks it's adorable that you're holding back, knowing he's doing the same. Yet he doesn't think he can wait much longer to have you. He pulls out and brings his lips to yours, snickering when you whine at him.

"I need to feel you now." He bites at your lip when pulling away.

"Excited or something, birthday boy?" You tease as he takes a step back to take off his belt. He brings his tongue to his cheek as he looks you up and down like a meal.

"That's right, Princess."

He unbuckles his jeans and slides them down along with his boxers, gripping his dark pink and leaky cock lazily. Your eyes widened, not in surprise. But with concern.

"S'bigger than I thought." You breathe out whilst licking your lips. Draken pumps himself a few times, precum dripping down his length.

"You can take it, right?" He drags his heavy cock up and down your slit, soaking in your juices. Neither of you could wait much longer. He prods at your entrance and pauses.

"Is this okay?"

Your heart stutters at how despite how far along in this you two are right now, he still thinks about your comfort. His eyes look to yours for reassurance. You spread yourself more for him.

"Yes. All I want you, Ken."

He smiles and kisses you sweetly, pouring his affection for you as much as he can into that kiss then gently pressing himself into you. He sucks in a breath as you bite your lip at the stretch.

"Ah fuck." "Oh god."

You both groan in sync as he gently rocks a little, easing himself into your warmth. He's filling you up deliciously, despite the slight burning stretch. You throw your head back and moan his name.

"Ngh- I'm going to ruin you." He gasps as he bottoms out. You tremble at his words, enraptured by him. When your lips reconnect you can feel the electricity in the air. You have never once felt this way with any other person. You could only describe it as an addiction. Needing more of him, needing him to fuck you as hard as he can, and needing to show him how much you love him while he fucks you stupid.

"A-ah~" you cry out with each stroke, feeling every inch of his length filling you to the brim.

"God, fuck, you feel so good."

The room seemed to get dark around the edges and all you can see is him. Your mind is solely focused on the man you've always dreams of was fucking you on his work desk. He brought your legs around his waist so he could drill into you deeper. Your eyes traveled from his perfect lips to his muscular arms. His built frame worked with ease, gasping as you sucked him in. He leaned over you, gasping as he thrust into you harder.

"God, this pussy was made for me. I swear." He groans.

His expressions were something out of a movie. He was truly the most beautiful person you have ever met. His dark hair began to stick to his face from exertion. You found stability by gripping his shoulders, each thrust knocking the table against the wall. His thick cock filled you up perfectly and his name fell from your lips like a chant.

"Lemme try somethin'." Panting he slows down and pulls out. The sudden emptiness was apparent and you whimpered at the loss of contact. He laughs as he pulls you to your feet and spinning you so your back was to him

"Don't worry." He cups the back of your neck and pushes you forward, laying your chest across his desk. "I'm not done yet."

The moan you let out when he reenters you sounded borderline pornographic. Draken grabs you by the shoulder to arch your back for him. He pumps himself in and out of you slowly yet hard. Grinding himself against your sweet spot with every move of his hips and as deep as he can reach. Each thrust pushes you further against the desk. You place your palms against the wall, ripping a piece of paper that was taped to it.

"Fuck! Ken!" Your moans turned into screams as he pounds into you quicker. He slaps your ass then brings a hand into your hair, yanking it to bring your back flush against his chest.

"So you did have the best gift for me, huh darlin'?" His voice breathlessly asks in your ear, groaning at the sound of you wailing when he grinds against your sweet spot. "This pretty pussy is all mine now, right? You're mine?"

Your head lolls against his shoulder with a nod, your orgasm is approaching faster with each thrust. Only to have him slow down his pace.

"I didn't hear you, sweetheart." Draken pushes you forward and flat against the desk again, fucking you slow. Slapping your ass again and smiling as it jiggles and you whine.

"M'yours! It's all yours, Ken-ah!" Your declaration was rewarded as his thrusts go harder than before. He grabs your throat and squeezes the sides gently.

"That's right, angel. You're all mine." He grins as your eyes roll back. You're seeing stars and the knot in your stomach is on the verge of snapping. He takes his free hand to toy with your nipple. "Gonna cum for me?"

All you could do is let out small gasps and wails. His cock twitched at the sight, the fucked out expression on your face brought him close to the edge himself.

"I want you to cum on my dick. Lemme see you cum, Princess." He moans, the hottest sound you've ever heard in your life. He squeezes his hand around your throat a little harder. Your vision blurs as the edges until all you see is white. You cried out his name as he let go, legs shaking as you came hard.

He rides you through your orgasm, hips stuttering against yours when he groans your name. He pumped his cum inside you, filling you as much as he can before collapsing on top of you.

The two of you take a moment to catch your breaths, panting as your sweaty bodies remained connected. Draken is the first to move, pulling out and stepping away to find something to help clean you up.

He sheepishly hands you some napkins as he runs a hand through his hair. "Sorry. It's all we got."

You huff a laugh and take them, putting your clothes on together in silence. You are at a loss for words. Everything is different now. You got fucked by your best friend. Where do you even begin?

"Hey." Your heart soared as Draken gives you a small kiss on your temple. He takes a step back and grins in front of you. "Let's go for a ride on the second greatest birthday gift, yeah?"

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𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙔 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍 !

synopsis: the one where you have the hots for your dealer, and Wakasa is always eager to please a customer. (don't let your boyfriend stop you from finding your husband.)

pairings: wakasa imaushi x f!reader, light takeomi x reader content warning: smut, porn with some plot, car sex, cheating, oral sex, sneaky link, sexual tension, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, sex while high, consensual drug use, mentions of abuse.

ONE: TWELVE THOUSAND YEN

YOU DIDN’T HATE YOUR BOYFRIEND. That would be too far of a stretch. Yet a part of you felt smothered whenever you were around him, like the sparkle you had once been known for dimmed in his presence. You didn’t hate your boyfriend but you felt a little piece of you die whenever his lips would whisper white lies against your own. It was something remarkably strange to behold; that you could feel a sense of resentment towards someone you used to adore, and even more so that you had no idea when or where these feelings began.

If you had to guess, it was probably some time around the end of the honeymoon phase which, ironically enough, had lasted longer than you had expected it to. After the new feelings subsided and the “just because” gifts trickled to a stop, what remained was an empty shell of what your relationship used to be. Empty kisses, empty conversations, empty promises. So why were you still with him? At times, it was a convenience thing. Other days it was because you loved him. It was limbo.

You were drained.

Your boyfriend sat next to you on the couch. The two of you were watching something, some show that you couldn’t recall if your life depended on it. Six long, loving years ultimately led up to this point in time, where the two of you sat side by side watching a shitty television show leaving room for all the conversation in the world – and taking none of it.

A part of you wished you had your own place. You used to dream about living with him. You had no idea, of course, that six years later you would be sitting here regretful you hadn’t decided to be self-reliant and get your own place.

“He said he’s about to pull up right now,” The man finally spoke. His voice was a little hoarse from the harsh words he had shouted at you only a few minutes earlier. “Go outside and meet him.”

You turned towards him. “It’s cold out.”

“Yeah?” He hummed. His eyes remained trained on the TV screen. His remarkable lack of care for you could not be more obvious. “I didn’t ask.”

Feeling put down – the way you usually felt when he was around, no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself – you forced a smile. Reaching for the jacket that you had strewn over the couch just a few hours ago when you had gotten home, you threw it over your shoulders. “Fine.”

You didn’t say bye. You didn’t feel a need to do so. Instead, you stood up and walked over to the front door. Giving it a good, firm tug, you pulled it open and stepped outside. Immediately, you felt the warmth beneath your skin shrivel into hiding.

Pulling the coat tighter around you, you continued the tread down the road in solitude. You weren’t sure what you were looking for.

It was a cold night, colder than most nights this month so far. Far too cold for you to be out here by your lonesome, on some empty sidewalk at 11 or 12 at night. Mildly interested, you watched the hot air from your breath materialize into opaque clouds, grayish white against the otherwise black midnight gradient.

It didn’t take too long before an inconspicuous vehicle pulled up next to you, right up to the curb.

You felt the pace of your heart quicken. You’d seen so many shoot-outs and drive-bys lately. God, what if something like that happened to you? Would now be a good time to start running?

The car slowed to a stop in front of you. Sleek, black, expensive-looking. Nothing at all like you had expected it to look. You swallowed the lump in your throat and, as the window began to roll down, stepped forth.

The face you were met with threw you for a loop. The description of the man your boyfriend had given you did the man absolutely no justice. He had this cute nose, one which complemented his rather feminine features – deep lilac eyes framed by long blonde lashes, perfectly arched brows, strands of hair dyed purple and blonde falling against his face in an almost delicate fashion. You had never had the pleasure of meeting the notorious Waka – the one your boyfriend hated so much. He was… actually really cute.

Waka – who appeared to share a similar sort of confusion with you – looked you up and down. “Sorry, I thought you were someone else,” He said rather plainly, and then began to roll the windows up again.

“Wait!” You cried out. “I’m picking up for him. I’m his girlfriend.”

And down the windows rolled once more. You felt the intensity of his gaze as it raked itself up your now trembling form. When they settled on your face, he made a face, as if to say ‘whatever’, and reached into what appeared to be his pocket. “Just an 8th, right?”

His voice, honey-smooth, made your head spin. So much so, in fact, that you almost completely forgot where you were. “Yeah. 5000 yen, right?”

“That’s right,” He affirmed, extending his hand towards you. You produced the money from your pocket and placed it in his palm, watching his long fingers close around it. He slipped the money into an envelope. Then, with a softer gaze, he turned to you and dropped the bag into your hand. “He really made you wait out here all by yourself, doll?”

After a brief silence, you nodded.

“He sent his girl to get his bud?” He remarked. “I know he’s mad at me, but shit.”

Pulling your little coat tighter around your body, you breathed out. The heat of it formed a small cloud in front of your face. “I’ll be alright.”

The man, taking a brief moment to look you up and down carefully, rested his arm over the car door. “Get back safe,” he hummed.

“Thanks,” you replied. After he rolled the windows back up, you spoke to no one in particular, “You too.”

A week had passed and you couldn’t get him out of your mind. He was very attractive, objectively so. Lord knew you had questionable taste in men these days. No, that wasn't quite it. You were intrigued by him and his quiet charm.

That was it. Your boyfriend’s cohort slash dealer had piqued your interest, that was all.

“Shit, that’s strong.”

Takeomi continued coughing to expel the smoke from his lungs.

The two of you were sat in the middle of his room. On the floor, of course, because his bed wasn’t big enough to fit the two of you side by side. An ashtray was settled between you, along with an ice-blue bong and his favorite black lighter.

You furrowed your brows, directing your thoughtful gaze down to the carpet below. You felt terrible about having these thoughts. It’s not like you would ever act on them, no, not in a million years. But they hadn’t gone away in a week.

hadn’t even bothered to change. He was still wearing his work pants and the same T-Shirt he had come in wearing – a stupid one, at that.

You glanced over at your boyfriend. He was fiddling with the strings of an old guitar. Pinching a mini pipe between your fingers, you tapped the burnt remnants of the bowl you had just smoked into the ashtray.

“Play me something, Omi,” You hummed. You were buzzed. You hadn’t smoked enough to get high just yet. You knew that shit was expensive nowadays – but you were buzzed. “Won’t you play me something nice?”

He didn’t answer you. Instead, he began playing a quiet tune. He fucked up one of the chords and then sighed. “I’m tired.”

“ Tired? ” You smiled. Fake, of course. “From what?”

There was some sort of bitterness between the two of you left over from one of your more serious altercations a few weeks back. To make a long story short, Takeomi hit you. He had raised his hand to you in the middle of an argument – in the middle of the mall – and he’d struck you with such force the hit had left a bruise in its wake.

You had taken him back, of course. You loved him – you thought. Something like that. Whatever it was, you kept coming back for more. Time and time again you had tried to see the better in him, tried to allow him the time to prove that people can change… but still, that sense of disgust you get after being hurt by someone you love never truly goes away, does it?

He sighed. “Work shit.”

Work shit. It was always work shit with him. Never any details. Just Work shit.

You packed another bowl, handing the pipe to your boyfriend.

“Thanks, babe,” he grinned. Holding his lighter up to the green bud, he took a long drag, sucked it in, and then exhaled. “You hungry?”

“A little, now that you ask,” you replied. He offered you the remainder of the bowl. You took it from him but set it on the floor as you quickly decided you didn’t want it anymore. “I could go for a ham sandwich or something like that.” “Sounds good,” Your boyfriend said, voice strained while he sucked in another mouthful of smoke. “If you’re gonna make one, make me one too.”

You paused. “Oh. Okay.”

The corner store was relatively barren, as per usual. So you, a regular, strolled through the aisles with comfortable ease. You weren’t looking for anything in particular, so to speak. You were just looking to spend some money before your shift started.

You liked slow days like this. Nothing really ever happened. Being that your job was so high-paying, you were able to take it easy. You usually started work near the evening time, and you were allowed some days off here and there for no particular reason. The job in question that permitted such a lifestyle was rather demanding, though, but you couldn’t complain. Desperate times had called for desperate measures. After Takeomi had blown all of his money and landed himself in a cesspool of debt, you’d picked up a job to help out.

Carefully, you grazed your fingers over the glass bottles. You’d never been big on beer, but today seemed like a kind of day. So you bent down, letting your black miniskirt ride up because who really gave a fuck these days, and picked a pack off the shelf. Feeling a little better about the whole Takeomi situation now that you had access to means to drown out your sorrows, you sauntered over to the checkout counter.

It took quite a bit of arm work to hoist the heavy pack onto the top, but the minimum wage worker behind the counter did not seem to appreciate the raw display of brutish strength. Standing a few inches above you, she had her arms crossed over the front of her form-fitting uniform. The little brunette smacked on the pink bubblegum stuck in her teeth.

“I’m gonna need to see ID” She mumbled.

Your smile faded slightly. “Sure, okay.”

Reaching back into the pink crossbody purse you had brought, you pulled out your wallet. You popped it open and began quickly flipping through its contents. A few moments spent searching revealed that your Non-Driver’s ID was nowhere to be found.

You felt your heart sink through the floor. “Shit,” you hissed. You flipped through your wallet one more time to no avail. “I don’t think I have it on me.”

“Okay, well,” The girl paused for a moment. You knew she didn’t believe a word that had just come out of your mouth. “You know I can’t sell to you without an ID, right?”

You sighed. “Not even for 2000 yen?”

She stood still, lips pressed thin with her bored eyes resting on your worried face. She didn’t look amused. “No."

26. You were 26 years old, and here you were, still being carded. What made matters worse? The girl behind the counter looked to be at least 5 years younger than you.

“If you’re not buying anything please step to the side,” She waved you off.

What a dick. You still obeyed, of course, but shit.

“You really can’t tell I’m not a teenager?” You thought out loud, more to yourself than anyone else. Not like the girl acknowledged you, but still.

“I’ll be with you in a minute, ma’am,” She replied. She turned the other way, towards the customer who had been behind you in line – apparently. You hadn’t seen him step behind you – and offered in a much nicer tone, “I’m sorry about that. Are you ready to check out?’

“Just this and a pack of Mevius lights,” He spoke.

Finding it a little infuriating that this man was receiving service when you weren’t even finished checking out, you whipped your head around. You felt a strange sensation squeeze your heart when you immediately recognized the man who was checking out.

Standing there at eye level with you – maybe even a little higher – was a man of feminine nature with a pretty face and a pretty nose. His blonde-purple hair was near unmistakable.

He had this cute nose, one which complemented his rather feminine features – deep lilac eyes framed by long blonde lashes, perfectly arched brows, strands of hair dyed purple and blonde falling against his face in an almost delicate fashion.

Waka in the wild. Who would have thought.

Your heart squeezed again when you realized he was looking right at you.

“Hey,” you offered rather lamely.

The pretty man nodded his regards to you, sliding his own ID card onto the countertop. “Hey,” he replied. “Take’s girl, right?”

Part of you was flattered that he’d cared enough to remember you after one interaction. Part of you felt a little let down at the prospect of being reduced to Takeomi’s girlfriend, especially in the presence of such an attractive specimen. But, still, you forced a smile and said. “Yeah.”

The girl at the register placed the pack of cigarettes on the counter, right next to the brown bottle he had given her. From here, you could just barely make out the words on the label; Don Julio.

She pressed some keys at the register and then hummed. “9517 yen.”

Waka took his ID off the counter, tucked it away into his wallet, and then brought forth a black card. “Let me get the beer, too.”

The girl behind the register paused. She glanced between you and the man and then sighed. She typed some more numbers into her stupid little register and added, “12,017 yen.”

She took the card from between his fingers. After a quick swipe and a few more key presses, she handed the card back to him – along with a receipt this time.

“Thanks,” He hummed. Slipping both the card and the receipt back into his wallet, he folded it up and put it back in his pocket. Without much of a signal of departure, he set out for the door, then he paused. As he turned to you, his blond hair slid over his shoulder like silky drapes over a grand window. His lips, pink, plump, kissable, uttered the words, “You coming?”

And come you sure did (pause).

You speed-walked out of the store, right alongside him.

When the two of you were a safe distance away, he dropped the case of beer into your arms.

“Wait, hold on,” you said, fumbling for the opening of your purse while simultaneously trying not to drop the beer on his foot. “What was it, 2500 yen?”

He braced his hand on the beer box, helping you steady yourself. When you returned your gaze to his pretty face, he was shaking his head. “Don’t worry ‘bout it,” he muttered.

You froze for a moment, hand still stuck in your purse. “You sure?”

“Positive,” he replied. When he saw you stumble a bit trying to regain your posture, he reached for the box of beers again. “You got a pen?”

“Yeah, sorry,” you nodded. You searched for a pen, which you then placed in his hand. You let him put his hands on the box. “Thanks. For everything.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said rather noncommittally. He was scribbling something on the beer box. After recapping the pen, he handed it back to you. “I’ll see you around.”

You couldn’t quite see what he had written, and you had barely had enough time to strike up a conversation, let alone ask the man what he had just scribbled on your beer box. So, instead, you watched the man take a few steps back and hop onto a bike – his bike, you assumed, as it looked like he was the one who had parked the thing there. It was still running.

He turned his head to look you up and down one more time. “Oh,” he added like it was an afterthought. “Tell your man I said hi.”

God, his voice made you weak at the knees. Fighting the heat that threatened to take over your face if you continued looking at the soft-spoken man, you averted your eyes to the gravel below – head bowed. “I will.”

You watched him pull off.

Out of sheer curiosity, you turned the beer box on its side to see what he had written.

Then you felt the warmth begin to crawl up your neck and spread onto your face as you spotted a series of digits written there in black ink – a number.

As the sound of his motorbike faded into the night, his words played on repeat in the back of your mind.

I’ll see you around.

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