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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?"

cw: dom/sub dynamics, kind of mean draken, fleshlights, spanking, degradation, spit. lots of it. not sry.

draken having to come up with new ideas to punish you because you’re enjoying yourself far too much. and yeah, he won’t lie, he does enjoy putting you in your place. but you’ve taken it too far this time. hands all over inui while you were waiting for him to finish closing up shop. acting all stoic, and blank faced. you’ve made your bed, now it’s time to lay in it.

The silence leaves your heart racing. He was never a very talkative person, always preferred to listen to your rambling. But when you’re in the car prattling on about your day like usual, and you’re only met with hums of acknowledgement and grunts in agreement— you know you’ve pushed him too far. The lack of warmth on your thigh where his hands usually rests leaves your stomach in knots, fingers twiddling anxiously as you pull into the driveway of your shared home.

“Ken—

“Bedroom. You know how I want you laid out for me. Be good, don’t make this harder on yourself.”

You open the door yourself (another sign that he was really angry this time. he always opened your doors for you) quickly walking inside. You shed your clothes once you enter your room, plopping your pillow onto the floor before resting there on your knees. You perk up once he enters the room, eyes wide as he takes you in. He glances over you, but is quick to move into the closet. Your breath hitches at the lack of acknowledgment. When he enters the room again he’s clad only in sweats, tossing items onto the bed before standing in front of you. Your core heats at the intimidation. He was always so big, but he seemed even larger like this. Standing at his full height while you’re kneeled before him.

“Open,” he commands, hands resting on his hips. You do as told, tongue falling out as you present yourself to him. A harsh glob of spit is lodged into your tongue, so harsh that some of it spreads to your cheeks. He holds your jaw lightly, squeezing. “Swallow.” You do so quickly, opening your mouth again to show him. “Good. So you haven’t forgotten all of your manners.”

“Ken—

He squeezes your cheeks roughly a harsh spat filling the room as he spits onto your face. The hand on your jaw is quick to move, spreading it across your. “What the fuck is my name?” he asks harshly. “Daddy,” you whimper, “daddy ‘m sorry.” He tsks at your words, hand dropping. You whine at the lack of contact. “On the bed. Hands and knees.” You scramble to your feet, laying on the bed and arching your back the way he likes.

The bed dips as he joins you, big hands gripping your waist. There’s shuffling behind you as he sheds his bottoms. Your heart races. You trusted him with your life, but the thought of taking him unprepped had a pit of anxiety filling you. “Ken, wait. I can’t—

You’re cut off by a harsh slap to your ass, hissing at the contact. “What are your rules?” he asks. “Don’t speak unless spoken too,” you mumble. “Good,” he says, rubbing the reddened area, “what are your safewords?” You wiggle your hips, gnawing at your cheek. “Red. Or two taps to your leg if I can’t talk and four snaps if I can’t touch you.” He presses a kiss to your spine, hands rubbing up your sides. “Spread your legs,” he demands. He must sense your nerves, hand at the back of your neck turning you to face him. “Do you trust me?” he asks. “Yes, daddy,” you say quickly. “Good. Then spread your legs for me.” You do as you’re told, back dipping deeper as you spread yourself for him. There’s more movement behind you, a gasp escaping you when his tip runs through your wet folds. You whimper at the movements, hips bucking at the stimulation. He presses his tip teasingly against your entrance before pulling back.

A cool object is placed between your thighs, legs pulled together to close around it. A harsh spit is heard. A deep groan falling from his lips. His hips flush to your back. “Fuck, baby,” he moans, “feel so good.” Your breath hitches in your throat, head rearing back to look at him. Your body moves forward as his hips snap into the toy placed between your thighs, hands gripping your hips. “No,” you whimper, “daddy please. I’m sorry, daddy. Please, I’ll be good.” He smirks at you, hips picking up their pace. “You’ll take what I give you,” he growls, “behave, and maybe I’ll think about letting you cum.” Whines and cries fall from your lips, pushing back against him in hopes of the toy brushing against your neglected heat.

“Feel so good,” he moans, “so good for me. Squeezin me so tight.” Tears fall down your face, cheeks heating. The ache of hearing the praise fall to the cheap toy rather than you as he openly neglects where you need him most leaves you leaking. “So fuckin’ good,” he says, “gonna make me cum. Want me to cum in it?” he asks with a snarl. “No!” you whimper. He pauses his movements, pulling the toy from between your legs to turn you onto your back. “Aww,” he says with a faux pout, “what happened to all of that attitude, huh? Is my good girl finally back?” You whimper, nodding desperately as you reach for him. “Want me to cum in you?” he asks, brushing a stray tear from your cheek. “Please daddy,” you say meekly, leaning into his touch.

“Okay, sweet girl,” he says. You keen at the pet name, nearly vibrating from the attention he’s directing at you. Your brows furrow in confusion when he enters you, stopping once his tip has breached your tight heat. “You gonna take what I give you?” You nod, but are quickly corrected by the harsh slap against your thigh. “Yes, daddy.” He mutters a small “Good,” before his hand wraps around the rest of him fisting his cock against you. You squirm, hoping to push him deeper into you. You dare not whine— protest lost in your throat in fear of him bringing the toy back out. “Need to remind you who you belong to,” he mutters, hand quickening it’s pace, “who’s pussy this is.” Groans fall from his lips as his high washes over him, hips bucking lightly into you as he pumps you full. “Who do you belong to?” he asks, softening cock still resting in you. “You, daddy. I belong to you.”

“Good girl.”