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innocent secret pt 2 where draken confesses to reader with the help of the Tokyo manji members?

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— Innocent Secret | 2

You didn't know exactly how you ended up in this situation, you just knew that the destination was Shibuya. You had to hold onto Baji's back quite tightly while he was driving, otherwise you seriously risked falling. Chifuyu and Smiley were also with you, a little further away on their motorcycles. You were on your way home when you heard the roar of a motorbike, you turned around and the captain of the first division was in front of you "Baji? What are you doing here?" you had asked, also noticing the other two boys "Come on in, there's someone waiting for you in Shibuya" he said, handing you a white helmet

While you were on the motorcycle, the wind whipped around your face, but you couldn't focus on the road ahead. Your thoughts were caught in a web of doubt. Who called you? It was obvious that it was from Tokyo Manji, considering that it was Baji, Chifuyu and Smiley who brought you there, but who could have done that? You had no close relationship with any of them, anything beyond a simple friendship

Baji had always been distant, almost intimidating, while Chifuyu, despite being kind, seemed to have other priorities. Smiley, with his constant and disturbing smile, was an enigmatic figure, difficult to decipher. You couldn't understand why any of them would contact you. You had always thought you were a marginal presence, on the fringes of the gang's dynamics, never really involved in their internal affairs. But then, why were they taking you there?

As soon as you arrived you got off the motorbike, watching the three boys who had accompanied you leave without a word. The engines roared for a moment, then were lost in the chaotic traffic of Shibuya. I remained there, motionless, surrounded by a sea of ​​people who all seemed to have a specific destination, a clear objective

The contrast between the frenetic movement around you and your uncertainty made you feel even more isolated. You didn't know who you were supposed to meet, or why you were brought there. Every passerby seemed to ignore her, immersed in their own world, while you searched for a familiar face in the crowd. You felt the weight of uncertainty crushing you, the noise of the city became deafening, but your mind kept repeating the same question: what were you doing there all alone?

[You] Girls, do you have a few free hours?

[Emma] Have they already taken you there?? I thought they were slower

[Hina] I thought so too! Evidently he told him to hurry up

[You] Huh? What do you know? Who are you talking about?

[Emma] You'll find out darling! It took months of work, make sure you don't get lost there

[Hina] Takemichi was supposed to help you find him, but I think he's late...

[You] WHAT ARE YOU BOTH TALKING ABOUT??

[Hina] Good luck!

After these messages with your friends, you were only more confused. In the distance, by chance, he saw someone familiar. Among the heads that moved like a river in flood, your eyes fixed on a tall and robust figure, who stood out in the crowd. The broad shoulders, the unmistakable posture and the tattoo that peeked out from under the shaved hair left no room for doubt: it was Draken. Your heart skipped a beat, a mixture of relief and uncertainty. You didn't expect to see him there, among all those anonymous faces. While people continued to flow around you, as if nothing had happened, your gaze remained fixed on that familiar figure that was slowly moving away, unaware of your presence

"Draken, Draken!" you say approaching him, making space between the people, coming up to him who as soon as you touch his shoulder, he turns around confused "Huh? Y/n? And where is Takemichi?" he asks, stopping, but you shake your head “You’re the second person to ask me about Takemichi, but really, I don’t know where he is"

The boy sighs, and you notice a bit of annoyance when he realizes that Takemichi isn't there "Sorry to ask, but why would Hanagaki be here?" You ask thoughtfully, but Draken shakes his head and motions for you to follow him. You follow him for a while, staying a short distance away from him as you pass through the sea of people circulating around Shibuya at this time

As you walked and thought back over the last few months, you couldn't help but notice how strange that time had been. You had spent more time than usual with Draken, sharing moments that made you feel closer to him. Every look, every word exchanged, every laugh shared, had only made you even more convinced of what you felt: you liked Draken, without a doubt. But despite this, you knew it would only remain a dream. You wouldn't have declared yourself, you were sure of it. There was something insurmountable holding you back, maybe the fear of ruining everything or simply the idea that he could never see you the same way. So, you decided to keep that feeling in silence, letting it remain a secret, a sweet melancholy that only your friends knew

You don't realize that you have left the center of Shibuya, arriving in a sort of square that you had seen more than a few times while you were riding the motorbike of the boy next to you "Why are we here?" you ask “I noticed you looking at the place from time to time, so I brought you here" the boy says, and for a second you can swear you're about to scream with happiness: does he really notice such little things? what a gentleman!

The square had a small fountain in the center, a few benches and some flowerbeds decorated with beautiful red roses. It wasn't anything overly large, however it looked like an amazing place in your eyes. It gave you a pleasant and sweet calm

You chuckle to yourself, letting the lightness of the moment carry you away. You walk slowly through the square, savoring the fresh early evening air caressing your face. Everything around you seemed wrapped in a golden light, as if that night was full of a particular magic. Then, suddenly, you remember that you are not alone. You turn, looking for Draken. But he was no longer where you had last seen him: you move your eyes a little further and you see him sitting on a bench, looking towards the sky which is slowly turning orange and pink. He seems immersed in his thoughts, concentrated and on one hand a little nervous. What happens to him?

"Everything okay? I see you lost in thought" you ask as you approach, sitting next to him on the bench. He looks at you for a few seconds and then looks away "Problems with Mikey? You're usually only nervous if something important happens with him" you say, but he doesn't seem to hear you "Or with Takemichi? Since you seemed angry before-" "YOU LIKE ME?"

When you hear Draken's words, you suddenly go silent. The questions you were asking suddenly vanished, leaving room for a tense silence. Your cheeks turned a sweet shade of red, and embarrassment arrived, enveloping you like a warm hug. It was your turn to look away this time, unable to handle the intensity of that moment. Your heart was pounding, almost overwhelmed by emotion. How did he know you liked him? You had never said anything, you had always guarded those feelings with care, thinking you could hide them behind an apparent normality. Yet, something must have transpired, and the only option seemed to be Emma and Hina

“I kill them…” you whisper softly, but you hear the boy sigh “Who should you kill?” he asks a little confused, but you shake your hands in embarrassment "NOTHING NOTHING! I'm just babbling to myself!" you say embarrassed

Again, an awkward silence falls between you. Draken knew your feelings by now, and you were only now reconnecting that maybe Takemichi was supposed to be there to take you to Draken. Everything had just happened too fast and you found yourself so damn embarrassed. But anyway, the only option was to talk, by now he knew the truth. There was no point in keeping quiet right now in front of him

"Even if it were...? What would it change?" You say almost softly, but the boy clears his throat “How long?” he asks a little calmer than before "I think at least a year" you say bringing your legs to your chest, resting your head on your knees

"You could have told me before" says the boy, and you misunderstand his words a little "What did I gain from it? More embarrassment than now?" “You could have just told me so you knew my feelings too” he says, and for a second the macho façade he's always had seems to crumble in many small pieces, leaving you confused “WHAT?”

"YOU UNDERSTOOD WHAT I SAID"

"REPEAT IT"

"I DON'T LIKE REPEATING WHAT I SAY"

"ARE YOU SERIOUS THOUGH?"

“OBVIOUSLY”

“WHY ARE WE SHOUTING?”

"I DON'T KNOW"

You look at each other for a few seconds and realize how the situation is a mix between embarrassing and comical. you feel your cheeks burning, then suddenly his hand rests on your shoulder "You know I won't go into details because it's not my style, but really, I would have preferred to hear it from you and not from Emma and Hina who told me while screaming. I thought it was a unique thing the mine, and knowing that I'm reciprocated is... strange, not in a bad way! well... I hope you understand"

“It's just that I thought my feelings were one-sided too, I don't know if you know what I mean” you say sighing, relaxing your nerves a little “So, what do we do?” he asks, removing his hand from your shoulder. You look each other in the eyes for a few seconds, and without actually speaking, you understand that you want to give each other a chance. It's not your style to speak directly, but fortunately you understand each other quickly. A light smile comes to your lips, and slowly, you rest your head against the boy's arm, who you hear chuckling softly

[You] I'll kill you both... but thanks girls. I think I have a boyfriend now

innocent secret pt 2 where draken confesses to reader with the help of the Tokyo manji members?

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— Innocent Secret | 2

You didn't know exactly how you ended up in this situation, you just knew that the destination was Shibuya. You had to hold onto Baji's back quite tightly while he was driving, otherwise you seriously risked falling. Chifuyu and Smiley were also with you, a little further away on their motorcycles. You were on your way home when you heard the roar of a motorbike, you turned around and the captain of the first division was in front of you "Baji? What are you doing here?" you had asked, also noticing the other two boys "Come on in, there's someone waiting for you in Shibuya" he said, handing you a white helmet

While you were on the motorcycle, the wind whipped around your face, but you couldn't focus on the road ahead. Your thoughts were caught in a web of doubt. Who called you? It was obvious that it was from Tokyo Manji, considering that it was Baji, Chifuyu and Smiley who brought you there, but who could have done that? You had no close relationship with any of them, anything beyond a simple friendship

Baji had always been distant, almost intimidating, while Chifuyu, despite being kind, seemed to have other priorities. Smiley, with his constant and disturbing smile, was an enigmatic figure, difficult to decipher. You couldn't understand why any of them would contact you. You had always thought you were a marginal presence, on the fringes of the gang's dynamics, never really involved in their internal affairs. But then, why were they taking you there?

As soon as you arrived you got off the motorbike, watching the three boys who had accompanied you leave without a word. The engines roared for a moment, then were lost in the chaotic traffic of Shibuya. I remained there, motionless, surrounded by a sea of ​​people who all seemed to have a specific destination, a clear objective

The contrast between the frenetic movement around you and your uncertainty made you feel even more isolated. You didn't know who you were supposed to meet, or why you were brought there. Every passerby seemed to ignore her, immersed in their own world, while you searched for a familiar face in the crowd. You felt the weight of uncertainty crushing you, the noise of the city became deafening, but your mind kept repeating the same question: what were you doing there all alone?

[You] Girls, do you have a few free hours?

[Emma] Have they already taken you there?? I thought they were slower

[Hina] I thought so too! Evidently he told him to hurry up

[You] Huh? What do you know? Who are you talking about?

[Emma] You'll find out darling! It took months of work, make sure you don't get lost there

[Hina] Takemichi was supposed to help you find him, but I think he's late...

[You] WHAT ARE YOU BOTH TALKING ABOUT??

[Hina] Good luck!

After these messages with your friends, you were only more confused. In the distance, by chance, he saw someone familiar. Among the heads that moved like a river in flood, your eyes fixed on a tall and robust figure, who stood out in the crowd. The broad shoulders, the unmistakable posture and the tattoo that peeked out from under the shaved hair left no room for doubt: it was Draken. Your heart skipped a beat, a mixture of relief and uncertainty. You didn't expect to see him there, among all those anonymous faces. While people continued to flow around you, as if nothing had happened, your gaze remained fixed on that familiar figure that was slowly moving away, unaware of your presence

"Draken, Draken!" you say approaching him, making space between the people, coming up to him who as soon as you touch his shoulder, he turns around confused "Huh? Y/n? And where is Takemichi?" he asks, stopping, but you shake your head “You’re the second person to ask me about Takemichi, but really, I don’t know where he is"

The boy sighs, and you notice a bit of annoyance when he realizes that Takemichi isn't there "Sorry to ask, but why would Hanagaki be here?" You ask thoughtfully, but Draken shakes his head and motions for you to follow him. You follow him for a while, staying a short distance away from him as you pass through the sea of people circulating around Shibuya at this time

As you walked and thought back over the last few months, you couldn't help but notice how strange that time had been. You had spent more time than usual with Draken, sharing moments that made you feel closer to him. Every look, every word exchanged, every laugh shared, had only made you even more convinced of what you felt: you liked Draken, without a doubt. But despite this, you knew it would only remain a dream. You wouldn't have declared yourself, you were sure of it. There was something insurmountable holding you back, maybe the fear of ruining everything or simply the idea that he could never see you the same way. So, you decided to keep that feeling in silence, letting it remain a secret, a sweet melancholy that only your friends knew

You don't realize that you have left the center of Shibuya, arriving in a sort of square that you had seen more than a few times while you were riding the motorbike of the boy next to you "Why are we here?" you ask “I noticed you looking at the place from time to time, so I brought you here" the boy says, and for a second you can swear you're about to scream with happiness: does he really notice such little things? what a gentleman!

The square had a small fountain in the center, a few benches and some flowerbeds decorated with beautiful red roses. It wasn't anything overly large, however it looked like an amazing place in your eyes. It gave you a pleasant and sweet calm

You chuckle to yourself, letting the lightness of the moment carry you away. You walk slowly through the square, savoring the fresh early evening air caressing your face. Everything around you seemed wrapped in a golden light, as if that night was full of a particular magic. Then, suddenly, you remember that you are not alone. You turn, looking for Draken. But he was no longer where you had last seen him: you move your eyes a little further and you see him sitting on a bench, looking towards the sky which is slowly turning orange and pink. He seems immersed in his thoughts, concentrated and on one hand a little nervous. What happens to him?

"Everything okay? I see you lost in thought" you ask as you approach, sitting next to him on the bench. He looks at you for a few seconds and then looks away "Problems with Mikey? You're usually only nervous if something important happens with him" you say, but he doesn't seem to hear you "Or with Takemichi? Since you seemed angry before-" "YOU LIKE ME?"

When you hear Draken's words, you suddenly go silent. The questions you were asking suddenly vanished, leaving room for a tense silence. Your cheeks turned a sweet shade of red, and embarrassment arrived, enveloping you like a warm hug. It was your turn to look away this time, unable to handle the intensity of that moment. Your heart was pounding, almost overwhelmed by emotion. How did he know you liked him? You had never said anything, you had always guarded those feelings with care, thinking you could hide them behind an apparent normality. Yet, something must have transpired, and the only option seemed to be Emma and Hina

“I kill them…” you whisper softly, but you hear the boy sigh “Who should you kill?” he asks a little confused, but you shake your hands in embarrassment "NOTHING NOTHING! I'm just babbling to myself!" you say embarrassed

Again, an awkward silence falls between you. Draken knew your feelings by now, and you were only now reconnecting that maybe Takemichi was supposed to be there to take you to Draken. Everything had just happened too fast and you found yourself so damn embarrassed. But anyway, the only option was to talk, by now he knew the truth. There was no point in keeping quiet right now in front of him

"Even if it were...? What would it change?" You say almost softly, but the boy clears his throat “How long?” he asks a little calmer than before "I think at least a year" you say bringing your legs to your chest, resting your head on your knees

"You could have told me before" says the boy, and you misunderstand his words a little "What did I gain from it? More embarrassment than now?" “You could have just told me so you knew my feelings too” he says, and for a second the macho façade he's always had seems to crumble in many small pieces, leaving you confused “WHAT?”

"YOU UNDERSTOOD WHAT I SAID"

"REPEAT IT"

"I DON'T LIKE REPEATING WHAT I SAY"

"ARE YOU SERIOUS THOUGH?"

“OBVIOUSLY”

“WHY ARE WE SHOUTING?”

"I DON'T KNOW"

You look at each other for a few seconds and realize how the situation is a mix between embarrassing and comical. you feel your cheeks burning, then suddenly his hand rests on your shoulder "You know I won't go into details because it's not my style, but really, I would have preferred to hear it from you and not from Emma and Hina who told me while screaming. I thought it was a unique thing the mine, and knowing that I'm reciprocated is... strange, not in a bad way! well... I hope you understand"

“It's just that I thought my feelings were one-sided too, I don't know if you know what I mean” you say sighing, relaxing your nerves a little “So, what do we do?” he asks, removing his hand from your shoulder. You look each other in the eyes for a few seconds, and without actually speaking, you understand that you want to give each other a chance. It's not your style to speak directly, but fortunately you understand each other quickly. A light smile comes to your lips, and slowly, you rest your head against the boy's arm, who you hear chuckling softly

[You] I'll kill you both... but thanks girls. I think I have a boyfriend now

Hi! can i request something similar to the last request? for Manjiro Sano , Takuya Yamamoto ,Ken Ryuguji.But they didn't know until they saw their s/o fight a bunch of guys and win easily.idk

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Hoi

Oh my, I wasn't expecting to actually get a request that involes my boi Takuya🥺

And ghoisufgisu those images are so cute

I hope this is what you wanted & you enjoy reading!

X male! reader

Headcanon: Ken Ryuguji, Manjiro Sano, Takuya Yamamoto with a s/o who daydreams a lot

Ken never minds his boyfriend drifting away to dreamland, as long as he is around and (Y/N) still is somewhat aware of his surroundings

But that doesn't mean he isn't worried sometimes. I mean, look at (Y/N). He looks like he's about to doze off standing up

Draken did get scared of his boyfriend the first few times he saw him staring into nothingness, daydreaming casually. He is used to it by now and laughs at everyone who gets creeped out

He always keeps a close eye on (Y/N), he could easily get into trouble, he thought

The first time he actually sees (Y/N) fight, being all badass and shit, is when they are out together, on a date and some guys from another gang decide to mess with them

Ken glances to his significant other, mentally asking himself what the best way is to beat them up before they could harm him

"Stay close to me, I will-"

"No need, I got this."

They ruined their date, that's why (Y/N) was pissed and just wanted to get this over with kfkxnfkx

Within seconds, the guys that attacked them fall onto the ground, holding whatever (Y/N) hit, in pain

(Y/N) just sighs and gets back to his previous position, next to Ken, and take Ken's hand in his again. As if nothing happened

But Draken keeps staring at him

Was that real?

"I-"

He doesn't know what to say

"Remind me to never mess with you."

After that, he never really worries about his boyfriend's habits anymore

But he still keeps an eye on him, just to make sure. (Y/N) is too important to him

He doesn't brag about (Y/N)'s strength, but is incredibly proud to have such a strong lover

This experience showed him to not judge a book by its cover

Art is mine!

Mikey finds it endearing that his boyfriend daydreams a lot. No one exactly knows why- and whenever someone asks him, he just laughs and says "It's just cute"

Loves, loves to hear about (Y/N)'s dreams. Doesn't matter what kind it is

They bond over sleeping in public together. Draken got one of these pull-along wagons since carrying them both at the same time is quite difficult

When he got nothing else to do, he sits with (Y/N), arms around him, and just daydreams with him

But the first time he saw (Y/N) just sit there, staring holes into whatever was ahead of him, daydreaming, he squatted infront of him and tilted his head to the side. A clear sign of confusion

Manjiro actually never really thought about his boyfriend getting into trouble, since he was always there for him. Plus, his gang members were basically all over the city and ready to protect (Y/N) if ever needed

The first time Mikey sees (Y/N) fight is during a fight between Toman and another gang

(Y/N) coincidentally was around the area when the fight began and decided to chime in

Mikey's first instinct is to yell to his boyfriend to stay back and let him and the boys handle it, but he cuts himself off when he sees (Y/N) throw one of the guys from the other gang into another one, jumping, kicking, punching around, without breaking a sweat

"Don't worry about me! I got this!"

I swear, the way his eyes begin to shine and sparkle- A huge wave of euphoria took over him before he made quick process with the remaining guys around him

"Why didn't you tell me you can fight like that??"

Manjiro is so proud! (Y/N) looks so cool, beating up those guys. It was like he was a whole nother person- far away from the sleepy, daydreaming boy he usually was

He talks about how strong his boyfriend is to his friends and pouts if they don't believe him-

Mikey really likes how (Y/N) can be both, calm, dizzy and cute, and focused and cool

Takuya used to be beyond worried about (Y/N) because of his habits. He's not as worried anymore, but makes sure to keep an eye on (Y/N) and check on him every now and then

They always hold hands when they can so (Y/N) doesn't bump into something or trips over

If (Y/N) falls asleep during class, Takuya makes sure to take notes for him. But he will remind him that he can't always do that for him when he gives him the notes after class

Yamagishi and Makoto are terrified of (Y/N) and make it a test of courage to try to talk to him while he's drifting off to dreamland. Takuya always tells them to stop, but we know the duo-

He always makes sure to keep (Y/N) within arms reach because he doesn't want the gang members, that make them participate in these fighting competitions, to hurt him

The first time Takuya sees his boyfriend fight is when 10th graders pick a fight with him and his friends because Yamagishi accidentally bumped shoulders with one of them

Instinctively, Takuya pulls (Y/N) behind himself. He knows they have no chance to win so he yells "Run, (Y/N)!"

But (Y/N) did the oppisite, he pulls Akkun and the others away from the guys before they could get punched

"I'd never run away when you're in danger."

(Y/N) beats the guys without breaking a sweat, making them run away as if he was some kind of psycho

The friend group was left in awe. Yamagishi and Makoto stare at each other, both thinking the same thing //We could be dead right now!//, but rather because of the little tests of courage I spoke of earlier

Takemichi and Akkun just stand there and verbally admire (Y/N)'s strenght

Takuya stares at his boyfriend. "I didn't know you were able to- that you were so strong!"

Takuya feels so much more safer now, even though he wants to be able to protect his boyfriend too

He prefers not to talk about (Y/N)'s strenght because it's more effective when they don't see it coming. But when (Y/N) is not where Takuya is located and the blonde is about to get beaten, he uses it as a threat

imagine losing your virginity to draken.

he’s so gentle and passionate towards you, so honored that his baby trusts him so much to take their virginity, and without a condom on?

it’s a love hate thing when he’s first sinking into you. he loves the way you’re gripping for dear life onto anything before getting even 2 inches of him inside of you, and he loves how much your tiny walls suction onto his length as it’s trying to accommodate his size.

but he hates hurting his baby, he fucking hates seeing you in pain. he’s holding you tight kissing your side and shushing you ever so sweetly as more and more of him sinks into your cunt. “shh, don’t worry baby, i’m right here.”

he’s so proud of you, so proud of his baby for taking all of him inside of you in one go, it took 10 minutes but he’s still so proud and so needy.

he hates how badly he wants to piston inside of you, how badly he wants to be so rough and make you feel good. he’s biting his lip when you finally let him move inside of you ever so slightly, he’s holding back everything inside him to do anything he wants to do.

because he also wants to go slow, his groans are so sweet as he pulls back into your swollen walls. he almost wants to cry by how special he feels, being the one to take your virginity and all.

no fucking way maï😭😭😭😭😭😭

you outdid yourself. i'm going insane over this

Happy birthday.

Pairing : Draken x fem!reader.

Genres : Nsfw, slight fluff.

Warnings: Vaginal penetration. Maybe a bit of praise ?

wc: ~ 1.700

A/N : This fic is 1000% dedicated to @tenrichouku . I wish you a happy fucking birthday baby. I'm so grateful and happy to have you in my life, you're an amazing person (and writer despite you saying otherwise.) I love you too much for my own good, and I hope you'd an amazing day. Enjoy this small gift! ♡

+ sorry if some parts don't make sense or for any grammar mistakes, I wrote it in less than an hour because I was too busy before to write it. And since I wanted to post it today... anyway!

He wasn't mad. No, Ken was stunned. The sight offered to him now did something to him, something he couldn't explain, but he felt it. The way your body looked with his jacket, the way your legs - naked legs- looked under it, it made him hard, instantly. The moment he entered your shared apartment and saw you like that, he knew he would destroy you.

Well, you would never have thought it would be that big of a deal. You've been rummaging through boxes from his teenage years and stumbled upon his old jacket, and found it nice. It was warm enough to cover yourself with it, and since your boyfriend was big -really- it fell perfectly. The small designs looked familiar too and you realised he was wearing the cloth in each photograph he showed you. You didn't think much of it, and it felt warm to wear something he owned. His scent faded away through the years which wasn't surprising, but it was strangely well kept. No holes, no stains… Ken was certainly careful with his belongings. 

As he was with you.

You thought it would be a good idea to surprise him with it, and so, only wearing a large tee shirt underneath it -his tee shirt- you started preparing dinner for you and him, since it was soon the end of the day. You knew he would be back early today as it was your birthday, and you wanted to do something for him. You pictured him scolding you as you started cooking, which made you smile. Yeah, Ken would totally complain about how you would still do something for him while it was supposed to be your day. 

But when you love someone, you shall return their actions, right?

And so, when you felt two big hands on your hips, you beamed. You were so happy to have him back with you, here, in your home.

"Hey. I didn't-"

"Where did you find it?" You didn't understand what he was talking about at first so you stayed silent, frowning while stopping what you were doing.

"What?"

"The jacket. Where did you find it?" As he repeated his question Ken forced you to turn around, facing him now. You had to lift your head up a bit in order to see his face, but you didn't get what he meant by that. Until something popped up in your mind. You messed up real big this time.

"I- I'm sorry. I didn't know you wouldn't want me to wear it. Let me take it off and put it back in the box." As you nibbled your lip to prevent the guilt from showing, you detached yourself from his hold and got ready to take the way too large jacket off.

"Don't. I didn't ask you to do that. I asked you where you found it, doll."

"In… in one of those boxes. The ones you stuffed with belongings of the past." You felt so small under his gaze, it was so disturbing. The silence was thick, and as you felt like crying, you heard his loud laugh filling the kitchen.

"I see. Well, it's looking fucking good on you. Don't dare take it off." He pressed himself against your body as you automatically sighed with relief. Good, he wasn't mad.

"But take your clothes off. Keep the jacket, I want you naked underneath it." You almost choked on your saliva hearing his request. You didn't know if he was serious, but you knew better than to test your boyfriend. So you complied, eyes on him while slowly taking the jacket off only to remove the large shirt. You weren't wearing any bra, too lazy when you stayed all day inside. Your panties joined the piece of clothing quickly on the floor, by your feet. You tried your best to hide your body with the jacket, but Draken was quick to make you stop.

"Don't hide. I wanna see my beautiful girlfriend wearing it. God, you look so good with it baby. Makes me go insane."

His words affected you deeply, and you could already feel the wetness pooling from your aching core.

"Ken…" your whine was so soft, almost like a whisper. But your hands became more daring as they gripped the fabric of his hoodie.

"Fuck." His growl surprised you but his hands snaking to your breasts were quick to distract you from the sound. As he cupped your tits, Ken leaned and caught your mouth in a heated kiss, slipping his tongue past your lips, forcing the access. Rubbing himself against your thighs, he made sure you felt how hard he was. And by the way he was kissing you right now, he wanted to show you who was the culprit.

His fingers found your nipple and pinched it softly, laughing in the kiss when hearing your small gasp. You were so cute.

His other hand travelled south until reaching your cunt, and Draken didn't lose time, rubbing his digit on your puffy folds, smearing your arousal all over your pussy. 

"God. So fucking wet for me. You wanted me to come back home that bad huh? Make you feel good, yeah?"

"Yes. Been thinking of you all day long, Ken."

"I'm here now, doll. Just for you."

Nodding mindlessly to his words, you allowed yourself to lose your shyness for tonight, letting him pull back and lift you up on the counter.

"Keep the jacket, obey me." Nodding once again, your hands going for his braided hair, you tug at it, loving the way it fell easily on his shoulders. Ken was such a handsome man, and you were so lucky to have him.

What you didn't know however, was how your man thought the same about you, obsessing over you all day, fantasizing about all the things he wanted to do to you tonight.

"You're so beautiful like that." His eyes were focused on you and how your naked body looked magnificent with his old cloth. If only he'd known, he would have let you borrow it sooner.

"Make me so soft for you baby. You have no idea." Spreading your legs to accommodate him, you smiled, too flustered to say anything. Your heart beat faster in your chest as his lips attached to your neck, sucking and leaving a trail of wet kisses all over your jugular only to reach your collarbone.

"Gonna make you feel so good. Have to please my girl for her birthday, right?" 

"Yes please!" Your eagerness made him laugh as he unbuckled his pants, letting them fall on the ground, close to your clothes. Taking off his boxers, Draken stroked his hard member a few times, coating his length with the leaking pre-cum.

Approaching your figure once again, he brought you closer to him by your knees, making you yelp as your body came close to the edge of the counter, your hands finding balance on his shoulders.

"Please Ken…" Whimpering while looking at him with glassy eyes, begging to be taken, you shivered with pleasure when he slid the tip of his cock over your slit, mixing both of your juices.

"You ready?"

"Yeah. Always for you." Your answer made him smile once again, and bringing one hand to your nape, Ken inserted himself slowly, knowing how big he was, and knowing how tight you were. He didn't want to hurt you, especially not tonight when he just wanted to love you and show you how much you deserved. Your moan got muffled by his mouth, and crying in the kiss as you felt him stretching you the way you liked, you tightened your hold on his hair. 

"Fuck. So warm for me." His comment did nothing but fuel your desire for him, and Ken could feel it by the way you clenched around him. Finally fully inside, he started moving, thrusting his hips rather quickly, finding a steady rhythm as his grip on your hips intensified. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass and your juices coating his length each time he pulled out were driving him insane. 

But the sight offered to him topped it all. 

Your cheeks were flushed red, your eyes open and shining with tears. Your lips, beautifully swollen -due to the abusing amount of kisses you two shared- were parted, making it easy for him to hear your pretty broken voice crying his name.

He quickened his rhythm when he noticed how your nails dug deeper in the flesh of his biceps as he hit a particular spot. Making sure to abuse it again and again, Ken groaned in your mouth, drool mixing as one of his hands entangled with your hair, bringing you, if possible, closer to him.

You felt so good. You could feel the way his dick throbbed inside you, and the veins adorning his length. Your boyfriend was huge, but nothing you couldn't handle. Each time needed prep, but tonight was different. The wetness leaking from your hole has been enough to make him slide in and out of your pretty pussy, and now that your orgasm was approaching, you felt like screaming. Wrapping your arms around his neck as he kissed you deeper, you circled his hips with your legs, locking Ken between them, his fat cock driving you crazy. Feeling the familiar knot in your stomach, you began to chase it, slowly moving your hips in unison with his to meet his thrusts halfway. Taking his hand which was on your hips, you moved it to your clit, begging him silently to help you reach your end. 

Ken smiled in the kiss. He knew you by heart  after all. All shy and timid but when he was balls deep inside you,  you lost all inhibition. Rubbing circles on the bundle of nerves, he let you grip his hair harshly as your legs shook around his body. He felt how hard you clenched around him, and tensing his abs, he grunted loudly. With one final thrust and you arching your back to meet his chest, cumming hard on his cock, he emptied himself inside your gummy walls, filling you up to the brim.

Slowly detaching himself from you, he cupped your cheeks and pecked your lips a few times before smiling at your fucked out expression.

"I love you so fucking much. Happy birthday again, baby."

NOOOOOO FUCK NOOOOOOOOO NOT TODAY PLEASE NOT TODAY

MISTAKES ⛥ KEN RYUGUJI

Genre: Fluff & angst

Warning: Spoilers of the last arc of the manga

A/N: Over 3.8k love letter to the incredible character that Draken is, childhood acquaintances to lovers with a sprinkle of angst and sweet pining.

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"It would be a miracle being able to forget you."

You thought you know love with the warmth of your mother, at six love changes to the form of water and a fist, to be precise Ken Ryuguji's first, an older boy was being a bully to you in recess, stepping on your crayons, paper, and your lunch box, the boy was trying to throw your water at your hair until Ken rescues you without a problem, hitting him so hard that the liquid splashed everywhere, making sure of telling the boy how much of a dumbass is if he dared to hit someone for being bored. When you said thanks for sticking up for you he laughed scratching his nape.

—Your welcome, I did it because I’m the strongest— watching the tall blond boy with a cute dapper hairstyle you thought that for you he was the strongest person in the world, like a titan against those who wrong you, you show to your Mamma a pretty drawing where a tall stick figure is defending you against a monster.

Ken Ryuguji with his blond hair, big smile, nice height, and good manners that always know the answer when is about numbers; you never thought badly of him, when you forget your bento in class, you can hear the teachers gossiping about him.

— He's not going to get very far— she eats her chicken leaving a stain on the meat thanks to the gloss she's wearing

— What do you expect? have you smelled him? he smells like a love hotel, the brothel smell— they laugh, your mind doesn't comprehend.

What is so funny? "Draken lives in a place where love is? That must be beautiful!? And his smell? What about it? Dada smells the same”.

When you have nine and your Father leaves your mom for another woman that smells like that, you understand what a brothel is. Ken Ryuguji keeps being the best boy you know, the only one who's always polite to you and smiles big when he gets an answer right, so why you would treat him differently no matter how he's raised.

The next memory you have of Ken is at fifth grade, every day he's scolded by the teachers for the tattoo in his head matching with the new bruises he sports every day he talks about someone named Mikey, something in your stomach does a somersault when you lock gazes, the teacher is asking for an explanation but the kid laughs in his face.

No one knows but his eyes and tattoo are the first " serious" sketch you draw in your life.

Two words… Ken Ryuguji… Ken fucking Ryuguji… AKA Draken, you wrote his name in the notebook, with all the force in the world, you could muster using your eraser to delete the proof of your thoughts of him, applying so much strength that the paper was cut in the middle. What is the reason? Why do you do that? You have a crush on the delinquent of the class who only has eyes for the midget called Mikey since you have six...pathetic.

What does Mikey have? That seems to impress almost every man on a ratio of 5 meters, as a modern Pied Piper of Hamlin, taking away freedom in exchange for being part of his stupid bike gang. You feel a presence behind you when you're struggling to do your math exercises.

— Sorry to bother, you have made a mistake there— the voice of your current predicament says kindly; trying to hide your feelings when you look at him as you grip the pencil harder.

Ken fucking Ryuguji, right? With his long dumb blond hair now styled in a braid, stupid black eyes that look like two pots of your favorite black ink, the haori that he seems to have thousands of copies for everyday use, his little crooked teeth when he smiles that make him look more human in comparison to the dragon image that everyone seems to have about him.

— Where?— You attempt to sound open to critics, even with the venom dripping from your voice makes him smile bigger

— Just there, the symbol is not right,— Looking at the notebook, it is easy to find your mistake, your pride is hurt. Why is he so good at math? When you, with all your years of forced Kumon, can't improve.

— Thanks— erasing everything, so he cannot witness more of your flaws

— Hey! It was just a symbol, no need to erase everything,— As you stared at him, he probably realized you didn't want more comments. He took off as quickly as he had come over.

In recess, your best friend is slurping her chocolate milk

—You like him, is so foolish how you act as if you hated him—observing how you try to forget your mistake, calming the beating of your heart

— I don't act as I hate him, what are you talking about?— trying to laugh away your awkwardness

—Babe everyone has a bet on when you are going to kill him with a pencil —You grimaced at the comment as you use the ice-cold bottle of yogurt on your face to feel refreshed, a part in your mind thinks that the chances of that happening are so low.

Hurt Ken? No...Maybe Mikey for being a big baby demanding attention, even if the rumors are right, he could kill you with only his pinkie.

Sighing —I'm a big fool for him— you smile with a trace of gloominess, she looks at the clouds like you have said the sky is blue

—I know, everyone who knows you as much as I could notice, yet this is not Pride and Prejudice you need to show him— you nod.

Exactly one week later, in the shade of a big tree, you confess your feelings. You were startled by a soft drizzle in autumn. He looks at the sky; you glimpse at how his hair has little beads of water, which shines in the cold sun. Your heart beats at the same time as the air exhales from his lungs, knowing how the story is going to end, having read enough books to know rejection.

—You deserve better—is his first sentence in the long statement, your mind is out of your body.

Better? Better than him? What? Who can compete with this man-boy hybrid? You half-listen until he says

—Is just a crush I can assure you when you're older you will not remember the boy with the shaved sides and the dragon tattoo— he tries to light the mood nevertheless the day was ruined, nodding you say thanks for the time he gifted you, not paying attention at how his hand seeks for yours, running away from him, the heavy rain begins, you count that moment as your first mistake.

You begin reading poetry made by other teenagers comparing themselves to sharp objects, they have been broken apart by love. On those shards of glass, you feel connected because loving Ken made you a loser. He left a big wound that even pouring paint on it feels raw like nothing could heal your shattered heart. In that time you encounter Emma Sano understanding everything in the soft way Ken looks at her.

Your mom sighs when you tell her that between sobs

—You are an artist, why you don't capture that feeling— with her advice, you create a worthy paint, almost dissecting your heart to the world, that was the piece that scores you a place in the art program in high school, the piece decorates for two days the hallways of the middle school, so your classmates can appreciate it.

You catch the subject of your heartbreak seeing it, his friend as always alongside him, he gasps in a show of emotion so not him, almost instantly his facial expression changes to a serene mask

—Let's go, Mikey, we are running late—he walks in big strides, said boy looks at the painting

—Kenchin— he says in the softest voice you ever heard in the short one, yet he runs, jumping begging for a piggy ride.

Even at graduation, you don't say goodbye to Ken Ryuguji. You count that as your second mistake.

Talking with your best friend, she tried to get together once in a while between laughs. You remember Ken for the first time in a long time. They say the rain brings memories. In a show of emotion, You ask Hiromi about him. Water is related to Ken in your mind. Even after all those years, the kisses you gift and the hands of other lovers, the ghost touch of the blond boy is the most distinct memory of love for you.

—Uh? Draken? I haven't heard from him in a long time. I don't know...he's not in my high school—You furrow your brows, how can she not know about him,

—Don't tell me you like him even now? —She laughs but gets quiet when sees your effort to laugh it out, asking around the party until someone says something about him.

—That guy is so cool because he has a repair shop now —says one of the boys of your old class, smoking a cigarette —He even left gang life— looking at his jacket.

—You keep being a delinquent?" —He chuckled and nodded

—Yes! I follow the Invincible Mikey in his new gang— you frown, Mikey has a new gang? Adding to that, why in that equation there's no Ken? Clearly a mystery, but you get distracted by life, getting ready to enter college so you could earn a spot in the art program. No one comments on how your paintings got water dragons as central themes.

Hiromi screams, making the people of the restaurant jump at the sudden sound

—She's the next Picasso, Da Vinci, Kahlo, Congratulations on being an Art Major!— she cries as you search for a napkin trying to not let her snot fall on her ramen

—"T-Thanks, Thanks, stop crying, oh my God! you're more excited than I"—Laughing with her boyfriend who’s trying to clean her up until you see him.

The same height, hairstyle, this time without his faithful rhombus' sweater he's chatting with a blond one, two twins who seem to devour their food too, Ken Ryuguji who seems to get caught in the earlier rain, he probably felt your stare because your eyes lock, the world rotates more slowly, a spark of recognition makes his face glow, a big smile breaks, the world spins out of the axis, somewhere on the planet something clicks, the oldest soulmates meets again.

WHAT THE FUCK? Echoing in your mind so hard that you're considering taking the pills in your bag to drown the ache. Sadly the exchange ends there because he stops midairs his wave to you, a sense of a pit of fire in your stomach, he nods his head to you, Hiromi turns around waving too, yet the two worlds don't rotate to each other, your phone rings a perfect excuse to go outside to take the air.

“Hey! I know is not the time to do this but I think we should break up” of course, your life again tumbles apart, and ok is the only thing you can say to your now ex-boyfriend.

Hiromi is waiting with her coat on, what magnificent friend you have, rolling your shoulders you sit slurping your noodles, tears falling free yet your friend doesn't comment, when the waiter comes you ask for another bowl “For university, at least I will study what I love, I don’t care for men” Hiromi nods with you saying cheers even when you guys are drinking plain water. You don’t notice when Ken goes but the time to pay comes, the waiter says a gentleman with a dragon tattoo pays for your meal, the food in your belly roared like lava.

The next summer drowning in self-deprecating thoughts is when you have another encounter with Ken Ryuguji, you are crying (Nothing new there) he's drinking iced green tea spotting you sitting like a sad ragged doll in the park bench, hiding behind an enormous sketchbook ripping paper with a furrowed brow

Some things don't change no matter how many years have passed, he remembers the little girl with pigtails he helped and nos the beautiful person you have bloomed into, he walks not paying attention to the sweat building in his palms or how his breathing is getting faster, the blood circulating to his cheeks he thinks in bikes or something familiar, to not fall against the concrete and do something embarrassing.

You look up, his breath gets caught, he feels like something licks his stomach, a burst of heat, something so warm... familiar, homey; discreetly he cleans his hands on his back and tries to smile non-aggressive. Your eyes open surprised until you remember the sad state you're in because quickly you're cleaning the tears, snot, the deep black charcoal stains.

—Are you alright?—Your name rolls so beautifully on his lips, the sun renders you like an ice pop melting at the trash can, he waits patiently until your brain is connected with your mouth.

—Yes, thank you— the response is so automatic that he doesn't buy that, he asks silently if he can sit with you before you take your thing in your bag he put them in his lap

—Let's try again. How are you?— with only those words forgetting that you haven't seen Ken for years and never been that close to being considered friends you bawl.

There's always something so comforting surrounding Ken, between hiccups you tell him how art school is making you feel the worst, how every day they critique your work and nitpick all the details, the snot falls to your shirt until he offers you his handkerchief with a neat K.R. embroidered. —This looks expensive —You want to clean yourself with the tissue you found in your tote bag.

—Emma gifted them to me— oh! That was unexpected a mask fell into your face you are sure they might be engaged or married until he says

—She’s dead— you don't know if you pass out because of the surprise, the stress, or the empathy for Ken.

When you wake up, you are resting on a futon in the office. Ken is repairing something in the garage, speaking in a hushed voice with another man, He finally sees you. He dismissed his friend who waved saying bye.

— Hey— well that’s awkward; You are offered a seat next to him until he finishes. You have no idea what to say, he opens his lips and begins to tell you about what went wrong years ago. He doesn't cry, but he takes minutes to keep telling you about the deaths, the goodbyes, having to bury a friend and her first crush you listen not once thinking in your feelings just your heart beating in synchrony with Ken’s.

When he finished his tale. He searches for fright in your eyes.

— You were only a child— you say. He laughed and denied you a statement; trying to bring himself down — No, you were a child, no matter how tall or responsible for your age you were, you were a child, you did what you could with what you had at that moment, so please remember no matter what you didn’t deserve to carry all that weight at fifteen— he cries quietly with your hand in his back making circles.

Both of you don’t talk about it again, he doesn't question about your new habit to visit the place with all your materials, quietly drawing as he works, you don’t ask him his motives when he goes to your campus inviting you if you want to go to a ramen tasting escapade with his friends. The dynamic of childhood acquaintances to friends is smooth, even when you guys hide the skeletons of feelings somewhere.

The days blend together in a dynamic that both of you are too afraid to name, walking on eggshells in name of past loves, pining, regrets and what ifs.

The first time you invite him to an exposition of your college where one of your paintings would be exhibited... he's a mess. Mitsuya reassure him telling him his outfit is perfect not too fancy not too casual, perfect for a date, he's quick to deny it but Mitsuya is too smart and knows him so much to understand and pick up the blush of his face he tries to hide.

When he enters the gallery he feels so out of place, this is not a territory for someone like him, you say hi complete ecstatic to see him there until he gives you a single pink peony, your smile blinds him, raking his arm to introduce him to your classmates.

He's trying to give a good impression, to hide how his nails have bits of grease he couldn't clean no matter how many times he washes with a brush his hands, a classmate makes a wow sound.

–Your tattoo is so cool bro!—Ken finally relaxes when everyone begins to greet him, remarking how everyone is so eccentric, original, even one of them came to present his work dressed in jeans overalls. Maybe he thinks just maybe he could have a place beside you.

Later that night, you laugh beside him without shoes, as your other drunken classmates giggle painting an old canvas with their feet making a mess.

—Ready to make art, Ken?—your eyes are sparkling, his chest feels like could blast at any minute, he hadn't felt so light since so fucking long, he dips his feet on the paint jumping with a bunch of drunk students at the sound of Karma Chameleon in an old boombox.

The pink stains of paint his feet leave on the canvas are so big, that your green ones are lost, at the end of the night he saves the phone of some of the classmates so they can go out to drink, he says thanks for inviting him sadly he couldn't tell you what are his feelings for you.

Mitsuya encourages him, he will have another chance, Nahoya and Souya says the same, Inui gives him another beer to cheer him up.

However, when you go to the repair shop with swollen eyes, carrying your canvas as if is something radioactive, he looks at you with curiosity analyzing the painting.

—Do you have something to burn this shit?— the painting is a big crystal ball that reflects people looking at it like it was some kind of salvation.

—Why?—he asks, cleaning his hands to sit beside you like every day

—I did everything wrong— he looks at the painting trying to find something bad yet he doesnt find anything bad, he feels touched at the hands reaching for the object —Maybe they are right my work is mediocre at best, if I drop out of school I can search for a job that helps me to live a small life...-— he saw your face retorting to a kind of disgusted face as you scratch your hair, mediocre? mediocre? he hasn’t met anyone with such passion for their work except Mitsuya, so deciding whats best for you now he flicks your forehead

—Let’s go, you need a break— he walks outside rolling his bike —We are going for a ride...wait— he throws you a helmet and a black hoodie that resembles his old haori —You are going to need it— offering his hand so you can balance, your tummy is full of caterpillars that transform into butterflies when he puts your hands around him, the speed doesnt help, your hair even constricted on the helmet feels the breeze, after a minute you rest your head against his back.

When you see that the beach is close and the air becomes much colder thanks to the sunset, he stops

—Let’s walk on the sand, it always helps— he looks at the pier with longing, taking off his boots, he walks in little strides waiting for you when you look behind the motorcycle is so far —I came here years ago and I always come back when I feel a little lost— he looks at the sky hoping for seeing more stars that today seems to shine a little.

You want to talk more, telling him about how this place is so fitting for him, how you always associate him to water, about the crush after all these years, you burp something else —Why you always tell me all this stuff, I appreciate your trust in me but you have better friends — you feel so stupid putting a hand over your mouth, he smiles sitting in the sand as always he pats the side so you can sit beside him.

—I always think of you as one of my friends— you can’t decide what gets you so emotional, the fact he considers you a friend or how he thinks of you, your heartbeat gets erratic, wanting to burst, to confess how you are mooning for him again. —You treated me so good since preschool, I felt so bad when I didn’t return your feelings that time— he gets quiet, you know hes thinking in Emma. The sounds of the waves lull you, he coughs you smile at him sadly.

—Emma’s death will be always something that I’ll carry around my shoulders, the pleasure to have my heart broken by a woman who was a burst of sunshine in a person— he focuses on the waves that are getting close to your feet, you squeal he laughs wiping his tears.

—Thank you for bringing me here, it helps me— almost jumping trying to get warm by the movement, he rolls his eyes yet he moves his arms side by side to get warm.

—Maybe is time to get back before we freeze to death before I forget...you are doing your best maybe for those bigots is not enough and maybe a simple mechanic is not someone to criticize your work or know a damn about art I can say your works always find something to tug the heartstrings of everyone, the other day Angry cried to that old sketch you left in my desk— something in your heart pull you to hug him and something in his made him kiss your cheek.

—Fuck...Im sorry— trying to shallow the bad feeling, he tousles your hair you shriek when one of his rings got stuck in a knot —This is getting worse, oh my god im so ashamed—keeping talking as he with all the patience in the world detangles his ring

—Hey! you want to date?— he said it so surely and confident even when his finger toes are curling on the sand thanks to his anxiety, he doesnt want to carry more regrets, he knows that whatever he has with you is worthed, that he wants more afternoons buying solvents, helping you with out of the box ideas for your presentations or how you labeled his tools so you can help him, eating Chinese food sitting in old buckets as Inui tells a story, giving you water when the twins are tasting new recipes or how he says no when you are persisting in telling him he should adopt one of the cats in Chifuyu’s shop

You are so silent, he wants to say is a lie, he can almost hear Emma’s voice telling him to not chicken out, when you place your gaze on his, he can appreciate the little tears trying to escape.

—Yes!— fuck! he is happy

There’s something so eerie about this night. Ken looks at the buildings in front f the window, the sky is clear, hoping to see stars, even though he knows it is impossible in a city as bright. You are humming doing chores in the kitchen, his phone rings with Hinata’s name on it, asking if he knows something about Takemichi.

He doesn't know. He immediately texts Chifuyu. The man said he would check. The best man is supposed to have information about the groom, he texts smiling at his witty remark. Everyone in the group looks forward to the wedding.

There’s a loud crack in the air, he blinks...hum weird, something in him calls to hug you, He hid his face in your neck. “Where is Takemitchy? He doesn’t know, is obvious that the dumb man would rather die than not go to his wedding.

You brush his hair that's getting long again yet the raven locks are so soft, smooching his face he feels happy, very content with what he has made with his life, maybe he should start looking for a ring too,

Your third mistake was not paying attention to his friend because both of you have no idea that this future is being rewritten by a friend who cannot say goodbye to the other…

In 2008, Ken Ryuguji dies in a pool of blood. The last name he pronounced, is the name of the shape of love he knew, he's without his core friends, bullets marred his skin, the sky is totally black, the water pouring his body washing away the blood trying to clean his soul... giving him comfort.

Dying cold, wet, without seeing stars, last words forgotten as a lot of people reunite to fight. He never meets another form of love. He doesn't get redemption, just a sad stretcher in the back of the ambulance as a deathbed.

On the other side of the city, you are debating if you need to buy an Indian yellow oil paint for your new project, Hiromi asks you if you’re going to the party.

That's a good idea! Maybe there you can ask for Ken; Someone will have information about your crush; the blond boy with shaved sides and the dragon tattoo.

🔖@sukunasbabymama @meximorrita @notsocoolnana @aasouthteranoswife

no way just no way

[ 𝟏𝟎:𝟎𝟗 𝐀𝐌 ] — 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍

“you really ain’t speaking to me, huh?” draken stares at you, eyebrow raised as you make breakfast. maybe, under any other circumstances, you’d have smacked him with the hot frying pan in front of you—but out of the goodness of your heart, you spare him from sporting a nasty scar to your cousin’s wedding next weekend.

it’s the type of sacrifice lovers make, and you and draken are lovers—even if you really don’t think he deserves it right about now.

“this some bullshit,” he grumbles. “you really going the full mile with this? silence and all? i can hit you with silence too, i got no issues—” he’s cut off by the cupboard slamming loudly as you grab plates, and he purses his lip.

how disrespectful, he thinks, mood turned sour from your attitude.

and suddenly, your wrist is grabbed, pausing you effectively from plating the eggs onto the plates. you glare at draken, and he glares at you—because what are lovers if not cut from the same stone? and you and draken are certainly lovers.

“you gonna keep sulking, or you wanna talk this through?” he furrows his brows, tired of your attitude, and tired of the silence. draken misses your voice, and he wants to hear it, even if it’s you screaming at him about his flaws—because love prevails, and a few moments of enduring your tantrums are worth the finer things in life with you.

so he tells himself, at least.

“you don’t deserve to talk things out with me,” you growl, and he keeps a steady gaze as he grabs the pan from you, plaging the food you’ve made for the both of you while maintaining eye contact throughout.

“i don’t deserve you in general,” he answers smoothly. “never stopped you from being here, did it?”

“ken. you can’t speak to my family that way,” you say seriously, and he pauses, releasing a shaky breath before setting the pan down and turning to you. you stop yourself from staring at his biceps as he crosses his arms—days in the shop have done him will, he’s broader now, more sculpted, a man now. but, deep down, he’s still the same old ken, the same old boy you fell in love with years ago.

“they spoke to you that way, that’s fine then? you gonna let them walk all over you like—”

“we were in the midst of wedding prep—”

“they got no right—”

“ken! who cares what they think? who cares? it’s just you and me, isn’t it? you always say that, always say nobody matters in this relationship but us, why’s a little jab my aunt make turn you into a pissy teenage girl on her period? we’re the running gossip right now,” you glare, and his kisses his teeth in irritation, veins in his arms bulging as he tenses.

draken’s long realized he’ll never be the favorite son in law, or nephew in law, or cousin in law, or any in law, really. and he’s okay with it, really he is.

but sometimes things settle deep under your skin, and it’s an itch you just can’t get to, no matter how hard you scratch. there comes a time when bygones can’t just be bygones any longer.

“well, i said i was sorry,” he says, voice oddly monotone. “drop it,” he says simply. taking his plate, he leaves you standing in the kitchen to watch his figure retreat, and a small, lingering feeling in your gut eats away at you as he sits down in his spot at the table.

your heart yearns to smooth the wrinkles creased between his brows when he sits and waits for you to join him. even under the tensest of circumstances, draken refuses to eat without you—you feel your emotions cave, and you fall under the weight of your heart pushing you to him.

“ken,” you say softly. he doesn’t respond. “kenny,” you murmur, pressing your palm to his cheek, turning him to face you. “baby, i’m sorry,” you whisper, leaning your forehead to his. “i’m sorry i dragged this out for so long. i was upset, i just can’t stand when they talk about you, like they know you. they don’t. that stunt gave them more leverage,” you mumble.

“well they were gonna speak anyway on me,” he mutters. “always do. what’s a little extra fire to the flame?” he shrugs.

and for a moment, it dawns on you how selfish you’ve been. thinking about your family, and your feelings, and your image, and yourself. you haven’t thought about draken, about his feelings, and guilt eats at you with sharp fangs, sinking into your skin and leaving deep gashes.

“what’s on your mind?” you murmur, cupping his cheeks. “what’s going in on that head of yours, baby? i can’t know if you don’t tell me,” you press softly, and there’s almost a wetness to your boyfriend’s eyes. he looks so uncharacteristically small, so uncharacteristically defeated.

“‘s a wedding,” he mumbles. “everyone’s so excited for the wedding,” he says hollowly. “wonder if we’ll get the same for ours.” and before the lone tear can slip, you catch it, swiping it away with your thumb from his lash line, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“we got plenty of people excited for us,” you whisper.

“i don’t got a family to be happy for us, and yours isn’t exactly starting a fan club for me—”

“we got plenty of family, you and me,” you say thoughtfully, carding your fingers through his hair. “they don’t have to be family to be like family.” your index glides over his tattoo, and you remember a time draken had almost grown out his hair to cover it, just to win the hearts of your relatives over.

you’d argued a piece of yourself would get lost with it, and hesitantly, he’d put the idea off. and maybe, slowly but surely, if he’d covered those parts of himself, he could’ve stolen their hearts with a little elbow grease and a whole lot of sweet talk.

but those parts of him stole your heart, and maybe it makes you a little selfish once more to put your heart first over your family’s, but what’s a little love without some selfishness?

“your aunts clutch their purses when they see me,” he rolls his eyes.

“they used to,” you correct. “c’mon, it was a little funny,” you giggle at the memory, and he glares at you. “it was horrible,” you quickly correct yourself, face turning serious.

he sees the mischief in your eyes anyway, and he rolls his, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” he squints at you, and you roll your eyes as he hints at your first meeting yet again.

“would you drop it? i couldn’t tell if you were on my side, you both were thugs,” you defend yourself. and yeah, maybe falling for an ex gangster turned mechanic wasn’t exactly at the top of your list of plans, and getting saved from being mugged on the way home wasn’t supposed to spark a forbidden romance, but life happens, love prevails, it’s the type of sacrifice lovers make.

and you and draken are lovers. against all odds, you’ll always be lovers.

“you can have my wallet, just please don’t hurt me,” he mocks. “i was just tryna hand it back, jeez,” he rolls his eyes.

“let it go, already,” you roll your own, smacking his shoulder and stealing a bite from his plate as he scowls at you. and slowly, the tense air dissipates, and all that’s left is the soft spots you hold for each other.

you love draken, and he loves you, and even if the world pulls you both apart, you just keep reaching for him, as he does you. not even your aunt’s concerns can keep your hands from meeting, clasping around each other’s tightly.

“i’m gonna marry you, no matter what your stuck up family says,” he mumbles.

“and i’ll say yes, no matter what my stuck up family says,” you assure, and when your lips meet, heated and passionate and soft and full of love, you wish your aunt could watch true love take place—much unlike the unhappy marriage she sits through.

DEAR FUCKING LORD I CANT STAND THIS

[ 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 ] — 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍 (𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍)

for @myakkun ‘s happily ever after & forevers collab

notes: pregnant! reader / afab! reader

draken hates the pregnancy pillow.

he hates it with a passion that burns throughout depths so deep, he’s unsure how he’s put up with it for so long. and by so long, it’s really only been a few days, but your bed doesn’t really allow much room for him with the giant pillow, therefore he’s stuck in the guest room.

and he hates it. he wants to hold you in his arms and feel your warmth, he wants to kiss your lips goodnight as your eyes close slowly, he wants to rub your belly and feel your baby kick, and he wants to fall asleep to your hushed voice as you murmur little secrets to him—but mostly, he really just wants to be there, just so he can make sure himself that you’re okay.

because that’s his job, and this is his family. his. he’s never had one—not like this anyway. it’s the homely kind where he gets to come to a house and listen to sock-clad feet run to him, the kind where saturdays are reserved for movies and dinners and evening strolls in the park. he’s always wanted one, and he’s so, so close to making it a reality. but the tiniest part of his brain in the far back corner whispers that it’s all too good to be true.

and he wants nothing more than for it to be true, and he wants to be there to watch over you so he can make sure of it, but the damned pillow coming in the way makes that a tad bit difficult.

“goodnight, kenny,” you murmur, settling into bed against the large cushion. “see you in the morning.” draken fights the urge to toss it out the window, lips curling into a tiny pout as he eyes the cramped bit of free space beside you.

“ah...i think...i think i’ll stay in here tonight,” he mumbles. “it’s cold in that room.” frowning, you tilt your head in confusion.

“cold? isn’t that room usually warmer than—”

“well, i hate it in there,” he blurts. and he almost kicks himself, instantly regretting the words when he sees the look on your face. you’re too good for this world, too good for him, too good to be staring at him with guilt in your eyes.

“do you want me to get rid of the pillow?” you ask quietly, and to his dismay, he hears you sniffle. panic sets in.

“n-no! baby, of course not. if it helps you sleep better, that’s all i care about. you’re carrying my baby, after all. don’t...don’t worry your pretty little head over—”

“why didn’t you tell me? now i feel awful,” you say with teary eyes. his own eyes widen, and he stares at you, unsure of how to fix what he’s started. your lips wobble slightly, and his composure cracks a little.

“‘s not on you, babe, i—”

“i’m...i’m the worst aren’t i?” you pout, voice cracking as you stare at him sadly, “just so selfish. you can’t sleep in our bed cause of me.” and he knows this isn’t really you speaking, he knows your emotions are a bit out of tune right now, but he can’t help but take even the smallest of your woes seriously.

“no,” he sighs. “no, of course not. you’re the best,” he says gently, sitting beside you and cupping your face with his large hand, rubbing over your cheek with his thumb. “you’re an angel. carrying our baby, lookin’ all pretty, still taking care of me when you should be relaxing” he murmurs. “you’re perfect.”

“best you ever had?” you sniffle hopefully. he chuckles, nodding.

“best of the best.”

“so that means you’ve had plenty before me, huh?” you raise a brow, and he sighs, preparing himself to stay calm as your mood shifts. but he thinks he likes you this way, pregnant and vulnerable and sometimes a little grouchy—because you’re pregnant and vulnerable and sometimes a little grouchy and his.

“i knew that i wanted to see you round and pregnant with my child the moment i laid eyes on you,” he nods with faux seriousness, “never felt that with anyone else.” you giggle, rolling your eyes, and even though he chuckles, he sags slightly in relief.

“that’s perverted ken,” you snort.

“no, it’s dedicated,” he grins. and his hand lays gently over your bump, robbing soft circles over it as he stares down admiringly.

draken’s never been soft. he’s rough around the edges, and sometimes he says things rather tersely, but he’s love. in its rawest form, he is love. it’s his nature to care, and the annoying texts he sends constantly to check if you’ve drunk enough water, and the stupid way his hand hovers over corners of tables when you approach even if you’re a few feet away, and the way he sleeps in the hellish empty little guest room just so you can be comfortable are all ways he proves that through and through, draken is love.

he’s your love, and he loves you.

“would you like to spend the night in here? with me?” you ask.

“i think you mean us,” he corrects. “my little man is here too,” he leans down, pressing a delicate kiss to your belly.

“it could be your little girl,” you point out with a roll of your eyes. “but fine, would you like to join us in bed tonight?”

“what about your pillow? ya don’t need it?” he asks hesitantly. you shake your head, smiling gently as you sit up and set it down on the floor.

“not if you hold me,” you murmur.

“well, if you insist,” he hums happily, instantly crawling into bed beside you, “could never deny you.” you roll your eyes, chuckling quietly, and he chuckles too. and soon, you’re both laughing in synch—happy and together and ready for the grueling realities of parenthood. he holds you in his arms, kisses your lips, and rubs a hand over your belly to feel your baby kick, ready to fall asleep to your hushed voice as you murmur little secrets to him—just like he’s been wanting to. “and by the way, i’m definitely having a little man.”

a/n: i am two hours late to submitting BUT technically this is my second submission, and my first was the first in the whole collab

tokyo revengers ⇢ YOU’RE TOO DRUNK TO RECOGNIZE YOUR BOYFRIEND

ft. manjiro “mikey” sano, ken “draken” ryuguji, keisuke baji, takashi mitsuya, rindou haitani, ran haitani & shuji hanma

warnings: alcohol and a very hammered reader. the boys are more responsible than you <3

this is one of the rare occurrences wherein MIKEY actually shares his food. when you’ve finally given up on fighting him for the last bottle of alcohol, you start whining about your sudden hunger so he slides his plate of nachos over to you. he watches you eye it for a second before you drag your gaze up to him. “i have a boyfriend you know?” you tell him, your attempt to be menacing coming out pathetically as the attitude dripping from your tone is dampened by your slurred speech. mikey doesn’t need the club to be well lit. the strobe lights already illuminate your face enough for him to get a clear view of your glassy eyes and flushed cheeks. “i know,” he confirms with a tinge of exasperation, “because it’s me. mikey. your boyfriend.” he emphasizes his last words, his last effort to knock some sense into you but you only let out a cackle which catches him off guard. “nice try but mikey never shares his food.”

“that’s enough.” DRAKEN snatches the last of your many drinks for the night before you can gulp it down. being the perceptive boyfriend he is, he can already hear the complaint that’s about to slip from your tongue so he’s quick to pull you by the wrist, up from your seat and out the door. “where are you taking me?” you ask as clearly as your drunken state can let you—not so much but enough for your boyfriend to understand. “home.” at his curt reply, you yank your hand from his grip with a strength that startles even toman’s former vice president. “what the hell are you doing?” draken hisses lest you make a scene in public. “i’m calling my boyfriend,” you warn him, “bet he can kick your ass.” “yeah? i’d like to see him try.” he dismisses your empty threat, reaching for you once more to guide you to the exit but upon hearing a few whispers from prying strangers who are clearly getting the wrong idea, he stops in his tracks and turns to no one in particular, no longer caring about whatever commotion he may cause as his voice booms over the loud music: “i’m the boyfriend!”

“let me go!” you relentlessly thrash around, yelling out threats of calling your boyfriend, while BAJI—the boyfriend in question—pulls you into an empty alleyway to avoid any possible public humiliation for the both of you. “fuck,” he huffs out a breath, “when did you get this strong?” some time in the night, he’s tuned you out telling him off, on a sole mission to stop you from drinking more than you already have. and he’s relieved he managed to get you out of the bar—that is until he hears a weird noise coming from you. “wh-” baji doesn’t get the chance to utter a single word as you begin to throw up. in a panic, he hastily puts your hair up with his spare tie before rubbing soothing circles on your back. your hair looks real messy, he notes, but that’s the least of his worries. “you feeling better?” he checks on you after a while, only to be met by more retching, making him grumble to himself, “and i get an earful when i drink too much.”

MITSUYA is helping you get on your feet—sweet boyfriend he is—but as soon as you find your footing, you give him a hefty shove. “i have a boyfriend, jackass!” you seethe, too drunk to recognize him, and all he can do is sigh as he regains his balance. “yes. me.” something clicks in your brain at his response and you squint your eyes to get a better look at him. “takashi?” “hi, love.” and just like that, you perk up, your mouth stretching into a wide grin. “taka,” you squeal, excitement coursing through your veins when you recognize your boyfriend, “hiiiii~” he laughs at the shift in your tone and takes the opportunity to slide an arm around your waist once more. “let’s get you home okay?” “mhm.” you wrap your arms around him and he lifts you with ease. mitsuya assumes you’re fast asleep until a few minutes later, you mumble something against his skin, “someone tried to flirt with me but i said no.” a chuckle bubbles past his lips as he adjusts his hold on you. “really?” “mhm,” you nod into his neck as you snuggle closer, “i only love you.” “i love you more.” “love you most,” you reply before soft snores fall from your lips and your breathing evens out.

you’re rambling about RINDOU to rindou himself, going on and on about the reasons that made you fall in love with him. and while you’re occasionally interrupted by your hiccups, he patiently listens to your every word then he hears a “but.” the ways you describe him next are less flattering, less romantic—how he tries so hard to act indifferent to your cooing as if the tips of his ears don’t instantly turn red. or how he has a permanent scowl etched on his face. and other things you already tell him even when you’re sober. “he’s really lucky he doesn’t have any wrinkles yet,” you add with a giggle. “you’re really annoying when you’re drunk, you know that?” despite the lack of lighting in the club, rindou doesn’t miss the shock washing over you, your eyes getting mistier by the second. “what?” your voice comes out shaky and your bottom lip starts to wobble, making rindou release another groan. “for fuck’s sake.”

in spite of your insistence to stay at the club, RAN easily managed to drag you to his car. this isn’t his first rodeo. as an older brother, he has had to deal with rindou when he was blackout drunk. “where are we going?” you mumble as you begin to stir in the passenger seat. “home.” “i wanna see ran.” your boyfriend throws you a quick glance—your eyes remain closed and the rest of your words are incomprehensible—before he focuses back on the road. amused by your drunken state, he plays along. “alright, we’re going to ran.” the stretch of silence that follows is cut short when you speak again, “i’m thirsty.” so ran makes a quick stop at a convenience store, coming back shortly with a bottle in hand. he unscrews the cap before he gives you the drink, “careful.” you take a big gulp, instantly grimacing at the taste and it elicits a snort from your boyfriend. “what is this?” “water.”

“want more,” you slur. across from you, HANMA watches as you clumsily reach for the empty shot glasses on the table, flipping them upside down as if more alcohol will magically appear. he’s not going to lie—he finds it funny. entertaining, even. and if the circumstances were any different, he would’ve even encouraged this behavior. but he’s your boyfriend now and if there’s one thing he truly cares about, it’s you. drunk out of your wits, you don’t notice when hanma slides out of the booth until he’s soon presenting two more glasses to you. even though the contents are the same, he asks you to choose, “which one?” “hmm… that.” before you can get your hands on your drink, hanma intercepts and downs it in one go. you’re about to protest when he throws you over his shoulder and chugs the other drink out of your sight before heading for the exit. “let’s go.”

he's just not into you :(

(requested!)

Hina's grasp on your wrist tightened, making way through the sea of curious students in hallway. You stopped in your tracks as Hina let go of your wrist, approaching three young men at the shoe locker area.

You only knew the spikey blonde one, Takemitchy, since he's Hina's boyfriend. The other two must've be from another school, you thought.

Slap!

Gasps left everyone's lips as Hina smacked the short blonde's face. The taller of the three walked towards her, looking like he was ready to slap the life out of your best friend. You stood in front of her, blocking the taller one's way.

"Huh? Who're you? Want me to slap you too?"

Asked tall baldy. Your eyes glared into his, telling him that you're not backing away. He raised a brow at you. Your small figure might not be intimidating but something about those eyes of yours did show some kind of determination. The end of his lips slightly curled up into a smug smirk. Now it was your turn to raise an eyebrow. Did he had something going on in his mind? But soon the small smirk came back into a frown. “Still, that’s not how you talk to your higher ups,” he said, fingers curling into a fist, ready to punch Hina. 

Takemitchy put a hand on his shoulder, forcing him to stop. “Hands off her,” he said with a stern look on his face. “Huh? What did you say?” tall dude said. You rolled your eyes and karate chopped his head. “Don’t think about hitting girls,” you said, holding Hina’s arm. The short blonde hold your shoulder. “I apologize for his behavior, Draken’s always like this. I’m Mikey, by the way. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” the short one said with a smile on his face. You nodded in reply, still glaring at Draken. Mikey turned to face Hina and apologized with a smile on his lips. The orange head quickly bowed, murmuring an apology to the boy. "Say, Takemitchy, how bout you bring your girl and her friend to our meeting tonight? They can meet Emma!" Mikey suggested.

"Hey y/n, sorry for this morning," Draken said sheepishly while rubbing the back of his neck. You gave him a wide grin and punch his arm lightly. "It's okay! But you did deserve that karate chop though," you laughed off with him.

A girl from watched the two laughing from afar. She had never seen her before but by the looks of her, she seems pretty and fun to be around. The girl walked up towards them. Her heart dropped at the way he smiled to the girl beside him. Why hadn't he smile at her like that? she thought.

"Ah, Emma! Meet Takemitchy, his girlfriend Hina and y/n!" Draken chirped. Emma bowed at them in greeting. "It's a pleasure to meet you all," she smiled, eyes trailing over to her new friends. Her orbs lingered over your figure for a moment before turning away. She is pretty..

"Alright then, Hina, y/n, you guys can hang with Emma while we take Takemitchy to our meeting spot," Mikey said as he starts up his CB205T. The rest of the gang went off into the night, leaving the three girls behind. The silence was awkward until Hina sparked up a question. "So, Emma, are you Mikey's girlfriend?" she asked, wriggling her eyebrows in a playful manner. Emma's eyes went wide and giggled. "No, no, I'm his sister," she laughed while holding her sides. The small group let out a hearty laugh at her answer. "Haa, anyways, y/n, are you and Draken close?" she asked, sitting up properly. You shook your head a no. "We just met this morning," you assured her with a small smile. Emma mentally let out a sigh of relief. Maybe she was being too paranoid.

The next few days Draken came to pick you up after school. It surprised you at first but you didn't mind since he's a friend, and Hina will always ask you if he likes you or anything the next day. The days then turned into weeks as you and Draken became closer and closer. You enjoyed his presence, though he surely was kind of mature for his age but yeah, it was fun.

Sneaking out during the night with him became a daily routine now. Siting at the back of his bike with your arms wrapped around his torso as you both soared into the night through the streets of Tokyo made your heart race since you're the type to not go against your parents words. But here you are, hanging out late on a school night with Draken and his gang. Emma was there too.

Emma saw you getting off the bike of the boy she likes. You and him were laughing at some joke he created and it made her heart drop. Now she knows where he had been gone too for the past few weeks. He was with you. Emma had gave multiple signs showing that she likes the boy. He did treat her nicely and she was also close to him since he spend most of his time at her place with Mikey. She noticed there was something in his eyes that seem different whenever he's around you. They looked more alive then ever... But why is it not me that you're smiling like that with? she wondered.

The weeks turned into months in a flash. You'd say that you're best friends with Draken, at least that's what you think. You're both now at a small cafe near his place, laughing over small things. His smiles always made your day more cheerful than ever. Your cheeks would burn red whenever he comes to your school to pick you up and drive around town to find something to eat. The little things he did and your flustered actions towards it made you realize that you're starting to fall for him.

Draken hasn't confessed yet and he thought, why not he give it a shot now? You looked gorgeous in front of him. The wind blew through your hair making some strands of it covered your beautiful features. His heart skipped a beat. What if you didn't like him back? The question made him closed his eyes as a soft chuckle left his lips. Does he need to worry about something like this? I mean, he is a teenager after all.

"Y/n, I have something to tell you," he stated, looking at his hands under the table. Fuck, why do I sound nervous? he silently thought. You looked up at him with a smile. "Yes?" you asked. His worries about you rejecting him left his body for moment after seeing that favourite smile of his.

Your heart felt like as if it was about to jumped out of place. What was he going to ask? The thought of him asking you to be his made your cheeks flush. "I like you," he said that rather calmly. Your eyes widened as you felt time had stop moving. Hah, looks like your guess was right.

Draken inhaled deeply, waiting for your answer or at least a reaction. If you did reject him then-

"I like you too!"

You look down to floor, avoiding his gaze that was burning towards your figure. Was he smirking? Your felt your ears burning from embarrassment as the boy let out a laugh. He was relieved that you like him too. He smirked at your flustered self. "You're cute when you're embarrass," he said nonchalantly. Draken groaned in pain as you kick his ankle from under the table with a glare.

The girl's heart finally shattered into pieces after months of persuading herself that the whole thing she heard and saw wasn't true. Crystal tears pouring out from her orbs as she got up from her seat and speed walk back to her house. Locking herself in her room, she landed on her bed with her face planted into her pillow as her muffled sobs filled the silent room.

i just nutted UNTOUCHED (/j/j/j/j)

7:14pm | Draken

cw: fem!reader, explicit smut/MDNI, fingering, squirting, Draken calls reader "good girl" and "baby," mentions of aftercare because Draken is a king. not proofread, i got excited. | wc: 715

I’m a firm believer that Draken is proficient at making you squirt. He will have no “I can’t, Ken,” or “I’ve never done that.” Nope. When you meet Draken, he’ll be sure to have your sheets ruined in a matter of seconds.

– – –

“That’s a good girl, c’mon, gimme another.”

He’s got you on your back near the edge of the bed. He instructed you to hold your legs open, but by now your grip was slacking behind your knees after having just made a mess of the duvet underneath you. It was like nothing you had ever felt before.

Draken was still only using his fingers, two plunged inside your cunt and curled upward to press the pads of his fingers to the one spot that was sure to make you cum a little harder than normal. You had half a mind to wonder how he even knew about that spot if it weren’t for the fact that he grew up in a brothel. 

Some would call that cheating, but to Draken it only means he gets to open the door to this new wonderful pleasure that he enjoys just as much as you presently do. Your chest heaved, trying to swallow air as fast as you moaned it out. Your thighs started to shake, wet and shiny from your own release, but Draken wanted you drenched, soaked down to the core. 

“Keep those legs open f’me, baby,” he cooed, using his free hand to hold you down at your abdomen while his occupied one continued to finger you at a rapid pace. His palm cupped around your pubic bone for leverage to press his fingertips harder into your g-spot, waiting for your walls to contract once again to signal another orgasm.

It was everything to simply keep your hands from slipping, already so fucked out from the intensity you felt in your core. Your eyes started rolling back, moaning so sinfully that it only encouraged him more. 

You tried to move your hips, chasing your high almost autonomously because your mind was gone. It’s as if your body was saying again, again. Your abdomen felt tighter, an indescribable sensation creeping its way up your spine and through every single one of your nerves. 

“K-Ken… fuck, I’m– I–” You were clenching down on his fingers, voice reaching a higher pitch but your throat closing off because you were overwhelmed by the shocks you were feeling as his fingers literally hooked into you and his palm stimulated your clit.

“Let it go, baby. That’s it, make a mess f’me, pretty girl.” 

It felt like a twenty foot wave crashing down to shore, blood roaring in your ears and your vision going hazy as you cried out. Your pussy gushed like a waterfall, trickling down to the bed cover and splashing against your thighs and stomach.

“K-K-Kennnn!” He slipped his fingers out of your cunt to quickly rub his digits over your clit, which turned the knob already at max way over your limit. The muscles in his arm tensing at the effort of his movements. The shrillness of your voice cut through the air, seeing stars at the back of your eyelids.

By now there was a puddle of your own making beneath you. Your pussy clenched around nothing as Draken slowed his motions, settling on a slow languid roll of his fingers around your pretty little nub. He thinks he’s in love with the ‘schlick’ sound of your cunt, admiring your fucked out face and spent body.

“You did so good, baby. I told ya you could do it.” He stretched a smug smile across his features before helping you relax your legs, crawling up the bed to tenderly kiss your forehead and make sure you were still somewhat present. Your eyes fell heavy searching for him, exhausted beyond belief and truly astounded that he was able to make your body do that with such little effort.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” There was never any doubt that Draken would give you the proper aftercare, helping you get your arms around his neck so he could get you in the shower. You already know you’ll be sleeping so well tonight, and looking forward to the next time Draken gets you to ruin the sheets.

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do i have permission to write a fic about playboy baji!! absolutely inspired + in love with your idea (☆□☆) !!

Tokyo Revengers Men + Romance Tropes

Pairing: Mikey, Draken, Shinichiro, Kazutora, Baji x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, reunion, kissing, fake/pretend relationship, catching feelings, flirting, confession, protectiveness

A/N: Once again applying some of my favorite tropes to these characters.

MIKEY + DIFFERENT WORLDS

Avoids you so much at first. He likes you a lot, and knows you don't belong in the world of fighting, blood and violence that he's involved him. The last thing he wants is to see you get hurt because he was selfish in his need to be with you. But you can't stay away, the two of you feel a magnetic pull towards each other. Unable to stop you from following him around he vows to be the most supportive and caring man you'll ever meet.

DRAKEN + FAKE RELATIONSHIP

Only with you to get his friends off his back cause they're trying to set him up with so many people. You're one of the few he can stand. It's nice when he kisses you, it's nice when he waits for you to walk together, even if it's complete silence, it's nice when you eat lunch together because he feels like there's some kind of quality time quota he needs to fill. He never thought he would look forward to seeing you as much as he did, every day after class.

SHINICHIRO + REUNION ROMANCE

The two of you haven't seen each other for years after high school. He knows you still remember him as the tough, scary delinquent but he's not that person anymore, he has people to protect, lead and inspire now. You can be one of those people too if you give him a second chance. Regardless he's always happy to see your face when you walk by, he always blushes when you start smalltalk with him, and practically jumps in joy when you ask him on a date.

KAZUTORA + TOUCH HER AND YOU DIE

Has so much overprotective and possessive energy when you're together that no one dares to approach you. His hand is always on your lower back or your hip, not holding your hand, he feels much more in control of the situation that way. Any man who gets flirty with you will have to be ready to throw down with him, especially if they get into your personal space a bit too much for comfort. He is the only one who can do that.

BAJI + PLAYBOY IN LOVE

Heads turn towards him where ever he goes, he has that effect on people but the only eyes he wants on him are yours, just like he only sees you. Didn't start out as a serious relationship, merely a way to relieve stress for the both of you. Over the course of it you noticed he started to spend a lot more time with you as opposed to the other women he would be with. Wanting to make you feel special he started staying over, no sex needed, just your company.

im sooo sick of seeing smut of minors normalized on this app..

There is an unbelievable amount of smut and weird posts about minor characters on here. ( e.g: the students at kyoto/jujustu high, the majority of haikyuu characters, project sekai, my here academia students and SO many more.)

I feel like this shouldnt be a conversation that anyone should have to have because it should be obvious to everyone that it is NOT okay to write smut about CHILDREN.

And ive seen people try to excuse their actions by saying “oh well im younger than them so its okay!!” “theyre just fictional characters it isnt that deep!!”, neither of those things make it okay because they are still MINORS whether you think it’s okay or not.

It isnt that hard to not be a weirdo and some of you guys need to get that through your heads!!! and I dont care if you think im being ‘dramatic’ im just saying what i think is true.

and i’ve noticed its usually a bunch of big creators and they ALWAYS get away with it and everyone eats it up like its normal. As someone with a small following its weird no matter your following.

( P.S my tags are random just to get you’re attention please don’t pay them any mind >_< )

bye bye :P