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“Bad dog !”

K. Ryuguji — Tokyo Revengers.

Synopsis : Going back to Kenny’s room after a Toman Meeting, was just supposed to be a normal hangout like normal people. But instead, it turned into a situation where you fuck like animals.

Content Warnings!

contains the following ; heavy smut , muzzled!draken, switch!reader & switch!draken (if you squint.), heavy praise and light degradation, overstimulation (again, if you squint.)

fem!reader experiments with Draken basically lol.

This content is for those who wish to read it, though it is heavily recommended that you are 18+. I have no control over what you read, nor is it my business. Read at your own discretion.

WC; 2.2K !

Viewer Discretion Advised. <3

Being on top of Draken in his lap differs from what you had planned after the Toman meeting. It was just a simple,

"Hey, Y/n. Do you want to come back to my place and hang out for a while?" he asked, dumb puppy dog eyes on display.

And that was that. Now, here you are making out, exploring each other's bodies, and getting occasional nibbles from the blond.

After the second or third lip bite and him dragging it out with his teeth, you pulled back with your eyebrow raised and a light dazed smirk. As you did, his tough yet gentle hands graciously ran up your sides and squeezed, halting your sudden breakaway from his lips.

"What?" He pondered, eyes casting over your flushed skin and taking every bit of you.

It was no secret that you, too, had the hots for each other. If anything, everyone knew you did before you came to the conclusion yourselves. It was just here recently, in the past three or four months, that you and Ken began to get a lot closer outside of Toman (thanks, Mikey).

"S'nothing." You grinned, running your hands over his black tanktop-clad shoulders. You couldn't help but bite your own lip at the sight of him slightly reclined against the wall, completely relaxed. No one in their right mind would think that a guy that was raised in a brothel, would have so much contentment and peace within themselves; but Draken changed your opinion on that incredulously fast after you started talking.

"Just trying to see why you're biting me." You continued after a brief moment of silence and admiring him. A hearty snicker left his lips as he pulled himself forward, gracing his plush lips over your shoulder, causing a light shudder and whimper to leave you. But soon, it became cut off and turned into a gasp after he bit into your shoulder. After releasing you from his teeth, he sucked a light bruise into the spot to soothe it.

"Y'taste so sweet ma.. that's why." He cooed in faux innocence, pulling back to look at you. He looked back up at you, hugging you back close to his body to continue peppering, kissing up against your neck.

He acted (and looked) like a dog that loved to play and test the limits. This was the limit he was beginning to test.

The light kisses slowly began to get more sensual, Draken getting more handsy and grabby at your loungewear, which only consisted of a loose t-shirt that was more or less his that you stole and a pair of leggings.

"Might have to muzzle ya' if you keep doing it." You murmured, leaning your head back as he kissed up your neck into more erogenous spots. Featherlight moans hastily fell off your tongue into the small room, the noises leaking into Drakens ears and sending blood rushing straight south. Things might have been the same for you as you felt the all too familiar arousal starting to pool at the core between your thighs.

"Ken.." you whined quietly, fingers trailing over his prominent back muscles and forcing yourself not to push your hips into his groin to create friction. He might as well not have been listening as his tongue dragged itself up your jugular, made its way to your earlobe, and softly bit down on it.

"Hm?" he answered back low and sweetly, pushing his half-hard cock up into your clothed cunt.

You pulled back to look at him, eyes half-lidded and glossy with your mouth slightly agape as you took into account that he bit you. He bit you again.

You shook your head and started to reach under the for a specific box of toys he kept in case one of the brothel women needed anything from it. After a little digging, you pulled out an all-black muzzle, holding it up between you and Draken for you both to view.

After silence, Draken spoke up in a reluctant yet confused tone after peering through the holes of the muzzle at you on the other side.

"Y'were being serious?" he asked in small tone. He won't ever admit it, but deep down, he felt mildly threatened about being muzzled.

"Of course I was, but you don't have to do it, Kenny. You look scared." You teased, hanging it off your finger.

Draken looked at you as you put him and the word scared in the same sentence, now beginning to feel challenged. He leaned in to kiss you, confirming in the kiss that he wouldn't mind doing this with you.

He pulled away after a few seconds, dragging out your bottom lip again and smirking at you.

"Never scared, baby. I'll do anything that I wanna do." He muttered, reaching for the hem of your loose shirt and pulling it over your head as his eyes raked over your crafted figure. He haphazardly tossed somewhere on the floor and started to use his broad hands to grope you. His rough, calloused hands met with your soft, delicate skin, which was his favorite part about you.

You whimpered into the air as he began to get more desperate and rutted his bulge into the inside of your thigh. By now, your panties have started to cling to your cunt as your slick began to seep out of you.

Draken hoisted you up and slid your leggings down, you compliantly following along and kicking them off beside his bed. As of now, you sit in Draken's lap in a tiny sports bra and tight cotton briefs that run around the fat of your ass and thighs.

You reached for his tank top and pulled it off of him, his fair tan skin on display with scars over his shoulders and abdomen. You didn't mean to stare, but by the time you realized you were, Draken's index finger and thumb were already grasping your chin and tilting your head to make you look into his eyes.

"You like what you see, mama?" he taunted, hands resting on your chest. His little tease only caused you to roll your eyes playfully and pull his braid a little. You stood up onto your knees and gawked down at Draken while simultaneously reaching for the muzzle. You kissed him once more and ran your thumb over his cheek.

"Ready?" you asked, undoing it and waiting for his answer. It took him a while, but he eventually nodded and gave a verbal 'Yes, Ma'am,' then proceeded to have the muzzle over his mouth, the buckle being battened down to his comfortability.

You pulled back and looked at your work, holding a giggle as she saw the man before her, restrained to some form. You rubbed over his skin some more before sliding between his legs and freeing his excited dick from his sweatpants and boxers, throwing them to the ground as you gave his length lazy strokes.

Ken had a guttural groan release from his throat. At the same time, his head fell back, and his hips automatically thrust up into your hand to create more friction, making you grin as you watched him. You gave minor kitten licks on his tip, the tiny beads of his essence gracing your tongue as he squirmed under your touch.

Draken, meanwhile, writhed. He tried his best to contain his volume, though the muzzle muffled half of it anyway. He kept his hands at his sides, fighting the urge to grab Y/n's hair and force his girth down her throat and pleasure himself. But alas, he played coy and decided to be a good boy.

You kept teasing his poor cock, his voice bouncing between low groans and needy whimpers.

"P-please.. more.." he begged quietly, discreetly trying to slide more into your mouth and failing, making your head come back up.

"Aw, is my poor muzzle mutt needy?" you cooed in sympathetic empathy, not expecting much of a response from the man beneath you. However, Draken had had enough and needed you—here and now.

You would've thought your life flashed before your eyes before he snatched you up and had you on your tummy underneath him. He clawed at your briefs until they made it to your knees, and his cockhead was prodding at your weeping hole.

"Yeah? We'll see who's the mutt and gonna be barking all over m'cock.." he sputtered, a menacing tone hiding behind his words as he slid into you with a high-chasing endeavor. Groans and moans of satisfaction and pleasure left the both of you in unison, light quivers and shakes irking your nerves. He eased his way in, 7 inches of pure brute meeting your hungry and aroused walls in passion.

You felt like you were being split in two, being impaled on his dick with barely any prep, but you had no one to blame but yourself for it because you teased him up to this point.

He bottomed out inside you, pushing the base of your spine down to your face and ass up ultimately. Your ass met the base of his pelvic bone like a perfect puzzle piece, and he already felt like he was near leaking euphoria.

"Are you good down there, sweet girl?" he asked, leaning some of his weight on your back to grunt his question shakily into your ear. Due to his state, he couldn't bite or nibble on the shell of your ear like he normally would, so he had to do his best not to take it off.

You nodded shakily, eyes nearly in the back of your head already, and wavered breaths fell out of your mouth. Draken took this as an opportunity to take both your arms and lock them into his behind your head—a full Nelson.

Your eyes widened, and a protest started to form, but it was cut short as a moan fell out instead. Draken started rutting into you, rocking in and out of you mercilessly with haste. You could feel the carnal desire he had radiating, and here he was, fucking into you like some animal.

'A-Ah~! Kenny.. s..slow down~!" you beckoned, resting your head into his cologne-ridden pillow and whining into it. The wet squelches and the soft claps you guys helped each other make was all that he was focused on. Ryuguji felt inclined to give you the most earth-shattering orgasm; he was going to make you feel like this was a punishment for muzzling him.

"N-nuh uh.. you're going to lay there.." he huffed, getting close to your ear to almost growl into it, "and take it all f'me.." he continued, his girth pushing further in, possibly even kissing your cervix.

If you weren't panicking then, you were definitely panicking now.

High-pitched squeaks left your lips as you babbled incoherently about how big he was, how fast he was going, things he'd heard once or twice in his life.

His hips snapped ferociously at your rear, similarly as if it was looking for something within you.

The continuity of his pace started to seamlessly start the searing knot in your stomach, an all-knowing indicator that you were close. That feeling made you absentmindedly start pulling yourself forward to avoid the inevitable, which Draken caught onto and wasn't going to let happen.

"Don't r-run now.. you started this.. and y're gonna finish for me.." he purred, using your tangled limbs to pull you back and send his tip ramming into your sweet spot.

A lurching squeal came barreling out, and your eyes squeezed shut, a slight gush spritzing from your cunt.

"F~fuck!" you moaned, getting closer to your orgasm that Draken was about to rip from you. Kenny's moans got a little higher, his once steady thrusts turning erratic and soul-searching. His forehead met your back, everything about him becoming frigid and feral.

"Cumming for me, mama?" he asked, reaching his hand below and rubbing lazy pressure into your clit.

As if on cue, your voice cut out, and you began to cum on his cock; heavy pants, searing whines, and grips upon the sheets kept you conscious as you began to see stars. Ken started to release himself, the grip and the feeling of your tight walls squeezing his girth so hard, he was almost afraid your stuffed cunt wouldn't let go of him.

"L-look at you..!" Draken started to praise, filling your hole with his milky seed, taunting you, "whining and panting like a needy little bitch in heat.. who the mutt now?" he asked, bringing his palm to lightly choke you and force your eye contact.

The only thing you could do was roll your eyes, fucking yourself back onto him as he thrust you through your orgasm.

"Come on, answer me," he started, giving your cheek pressurized love taps. "Who's the mutt now?"

You looked at him, sweet, fucked-out doe eyes silently begging for a bit of mercy. Once you finally realized he was waiting for an answer, you sputtered out a meek little 'Me... I'm the mutt..', which earned a shit-eating grin and a complete halt to his movements.

He let your arms go and pulled out slowly, his half-hard cock laying to the side as he watched globs of his cum spill out in urgency.

He licked his thumb and chased the fluid back up your puffy slit, stuffing it back into your hole, making you shudder and whimper from the sudden stimulation.

"Good girl," he praised, taking off the muzzle and kissing your back. "Maybe I'll muzzle you next time. This was fun."

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proneboning—it’s HIS favorite position. there’s just something so very tantalizing about pinning you flush to whatever surface he can manage and completely ravishing you beneath him. and you? you love it just as much.

your pretty face pressed deeply into the sheets, leaving you to helplessly writhe and moan beneath the weight of your lover. your tiny fists fisting the sheets, bracing for every powerful, mind-numbing thrust as you feel his thick, heavy cock pounding the deepest depths within you. your shrill moans and pleasured wails becoming muffled by the duvet beneath you as you’re smothered beneath his hardy, masculine frame. you can feel his heavy weight and muscled chest boring down on your back, crushing and pinning you firmly into a mattress in such a delightful way as every one of his powerful, carnal thrusts, aided by gravity and his heft, pounds you further and further into submission—as if every singular one is bellowing MINE, MINE, MINE, from the lewd echos of your bedroom walls.

you can’t catch your breath, you can’t speak, you can’t even think. you’re reduced to a babbling mess, your weeps of sheer ecstasy matching that of your glistening, weeping cunt as it gushes around his thick shaft with every obscene clap of his pelvis PLAP, PLAP, PLAPPING against your bubbly ass.

“yeaah, that’s it.” you can barely make out his gruff voice as his lips press to the shell of your ear, his heavy pants mixing with near-feral growls as he struggles to maintain his own composure.

amidst his unforgiving pace, you feel his muscled forearm snaking around your waist, his meaty palm, and equally thick digits pressing against the fatty part of your lower belly to feel that prominent bulge that forms every time he bottoms out within you. “y’feel me in here too, princess? bullying that pretty womb of yours? haah, fuck. thaaat’s it. sing for me, angel. let me hear that pretty voice of yours.”

so you do. you cry, you shriek, you mewl—“singing” praises of his name, how big his cock is and how good his cock feels inside of you, how you can’t take it because it’s “too much," as well as contradictory pleas of him to slow down followed by depraved cries of “please, please, fuck me harder!”

that’s not good enough for him, though. c’mon, princess. use your dumb little brain. you think he can hear you when you're nose-deep in the sheets? don’t worry, he has a solution for that.

nothing could have prepared you for the sensation of a broad, bulging bicep snaking around your neck, the crease of its forearm and elbow resting tautly against your windpipe as he wrenched your head up from the sheets and began to squeeze. he balled the fist of his other hand and used his strength to pull back the latter, effectively locking you into an unforgiving headlock that made your toes curl and your heightened moans catch in your throat.

“say it again for me, pretty. y’like my fat cock fuckin’ you up? like me using you like the pretty pocket pussy you are? yeah? ngh, shit. c’mon, lighten up, princess, you’re chokin’ my dick here.”

“y-yes! yes, yes, yes! oh, f-fuck yess! m’gonna cum, hah, mpfh! m’gonna cum!!”

he raises himself onto his knees, caging your petite frame in between both of his muscular thighs as he pounds into you with more ferocity than before, like a ravenous predator claiming every ounce of his darling little prey. he was always so, so generous, most of the time. who was he to deny his little angel her precious orgasm?

“do it. c’mon, make a fuckin’ mess on my cock, you dumb slut.” he would snarl against you, his teeth and sharp canines grazing the shell of your ear.

you did so graciously; your moans mixed with babbles of useless speech along the lines of “thank you” and incoherent swears. your glassy eyes spilling with fat globs of tears that rolled down your cheeks could not register their surroundings, nor could your brain register him slamming his cock's head firmly against your squishy insides, pumping you to the brim with his virile seed that threatened to bloat your lil’ tummy.

he let you go in an instant, allowing your exhausted body to fall slack on the sheets before you, your head resting soundly on the crevice of his elbow between his bicep and forearm. he had yet to pull out of you, even after you had come down from your high, and his cock had long since ceased languidly pumping the ropes of his creamy, heavy seed deep inside of you.

“shh, i got you, angel.” he eased your twitchy frame and panting mewls with an affectionate, breathless kiss to your forehead.

“always such a good girl, f’me.”

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