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drakendaydreams · 7 months

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~ Kinktober Day 4 - Ken "Draken" Ryuguji ~

A/N: I know last year was a little off since I got super busy before Kinktober started and didn't have nearly as much time as I'd have liked to get those pieces out for you guys... but we're starting this year off strong with some Kenny. And this year the collaboration is between all of my blogs so it's gonna be a little different. Remember, if you want to be added to the taglist your age must be in your bio or easily found on your page. The taglist is open until October 25th so get your names in if you want to be added! We'll be kicking it back off on this blog on day 12. 😌

Genre: One-Shot

Kink: Desperation

Word Count: 0.8k

TW: teasing, dirty talk, 18+ content, pet names, desperation, offensive language, fem!Reader, hair-pulling, minors DNI

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There was only one person in this world that could make him feel like this. Make him feel that if he didn't get your touch soon he would absolutely explode. The insane urge to be with you every second of every day or he wouldn't be able to survive. And this, this was intensified by one thousand. He had never craved a woman's touch more than he did yours.

You had him hook, line, and sinker before you even knew that you did. The second that you touched his arm the first time that you met he knew that you were going to be everything to him. But he had never thought that it would be this intense.

You were supposed to be at a Toman party, spending time with all the other members and their better halves before the next big event. It was supposed to be one of the most dangerous "events" of the year, and there was only one thing that Kenny had his mind on.

You.

He watched you from across the closed-in compound, staring at everyone who came near you. He inched closer to you every time he thought that he sensed something off. There wasn't a more protective man than Ken Ryuguji.

That's when he saw his opening. The others around you were starting to move away, all off to get another drink he figured, and that's when he was gonna pounce.

Kenny cleared his throat as he got close to you, his hand pressed on your hip lovingly as he pulled you close to him. But the sound of his voice was what would give him away. The gruff rasp he always got when he was in the mood made his voice impossibly deeper. The same one that made your pussy ache the second that you heard it.

"Look at you. You know what you've been doing to me for the past week. I've barely been able to function."

He was right. You had been partially taunting him, working late so he'd have to wait for you to get home, walking around in your skimpiest clothes before he had to leave for work or a meeting. You had wanted him to go crazy.

"Whatever are you talking about, Kenny?" You bat your eyelashes as you look up at him.

The aggressive and hungry way that his hands grabbed and pushed you into the wall behind you made a small squeak leave you. He was done for. You'd hear him begging if you didn't give him something soon.

Kenny gave you a devious grin as he placed a hand over your head, leaning down toward you. "Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about, pretty girl. You're testing me." He placed a hand under your chin and tilted your head up so you were looking at him. "But I'm far too impatient right now to fight with you on this. You have no idea just how badly I need you."

You pulled your head away from him and pursed your lips. "I don't know if I'm feeling that same need, my love. You might have to tell me more."

A growl reverberated in his chest as he watched you pull away, knowing that you were testing him. You wanted him to grovel at your feet, and right now... right now he wasn't above doing it.

Kenny placed a hand behind your head and laced his fingers in your hair, tugging your head back. The moan that left your lips made his cock twitch against his jeans. "I wanna feel just how wet you are between those pretty little legs of yours. Push my cock into you and not stop until you're fucked stupid and screaming my name. Doesn't that sound good to you? Is that what you want to hear, my darling?"

You nodded slowly, the anticipation in his tone making your thighs push together. You weren't even sure that you could make out words right now.

Kenny's laugh made a shiver run through your entire body. "I've been so fucking desperate for your touch all week, and here we are now. Looks like the roles might have just gotten reversed, huh?"

His eyes wandered down your body, his other hand slowly resting on your hip, his finger pulling at the waistband of your bottoms. "I bet that if I slid my hand in right now you'd be dripping for me, wouldn't you? And don't lie. You know I can always tell when you do."

A whole week of him craving your touch, a whole week of build-up. And it only took him a matter of minutes to get the same effect from you.

You'd never been more desperate for Ken Ryuguji.

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loverofhinaandemma · 7 months

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tr boys (esp mikey) with a taller female reader as gf/crush???? anything 🙏

yes ofc omg i love myself a tall women <3

Characters | Mikey, Draken, and Chifuyu

Small Info | Reader is female! As said in request reader is taller than the TR boys selected! Reader is going to be TR boys girlfriend! If youd like other characters (or different gendered reader) then request!

(Tokyo Manji Mikey btw <3)

Requests are Open <3

𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚛𝚘 '𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢' 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚘

⤙ Mikey is in love and aboslutely adores your height! He is climbing and clinging to you like a koala. He will not let go once he clings to you, not even Draken can get him off! You are his lovely girlfreind and he will cling to you >:(

⤙ Mikey is...well lets just say he brags about your height to other people. He cant help but be smug about it. He will also use your height to terrify those around him. He will teach you the death stare (if you dont already know it) and have you stare down those that annoy him. You have respect from the gang, and its not just because your Mikeys (the presedient of the gang) girlfriend. Your scary in your own right (yet sweet as well)

⤙ Mikey loves cuddles. He will be the small spoon cause he wats to be held agiasnt your chest. He does not care what you say, he will bary his face in your tits and suffocate. Hes a little perv (enficious on little) but does know your boundries. ITs just, he cant help it! HEs laying in bed and there right there! Face level so he will bary his face in them.

⤙ Mikey can get salty if you tease him about his height. Sometimes hell be all pouty when you tease and other times hes grining up at you saying some dumb shit like "But im your little man right?" ITs jsut. Its 50/50 with him. And theres the times were hell be all grumpy and salty and passive agressive with a few comments. Only to apologize a few hours later for his words and if he offended you some how.

⤙ Mikeys list of teasing nicknames for you consist of bean pole, tree, giant, BB (Big Baby), and Mommy. The last one becuase hes Mikey, a little shit that loves to say things. Also because l a r g e and t a l l w o m e n ✨

𝙺𝚎𝚗 '𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗' 𝚁𝚢𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚓𝚒

⤙ Draken is surprised that you are taller than him. But excepts it. He cant help but get flustered around you. The difference it height is obvious and it makes him all red and flushed. Its adorable really. Hell try and hide it, his face stoic as his cheeks are red and hot.

⤙ Draken loves when you hug him from behind. He likes the feeling of saftey you give him. Your chin resting on his head as your arms squeeze his body. HE can feel your chest agaisnt his back/neck and its just. Hoienstly. He feels so safe in your arms and loves it. He can be a bit salty about it some days (epsecially if Mikey teases him) and ignore you. Only to drag you off to a secluded place and apologize quietly. He hates that he does that but he cant help it.

⤙ Draken does teach you how to fight and his ionic stare (if you dont alrady know how to fight or have a scary glare of your own). Your height and the face you can pull, emotionless and dead, can scare the shit out of people. He will laugh about it later as he remembers the faces of the people you scared.

⤙ Draken doesnt mind being the small spoon but prefers to just lay there with you. He doesnt like to be held tightly or lcose to your body, and prefers to lay on top of you or the other way around. He prefers this due to...well i dont know, he jsut doesnt like the feeling ofnot being able to move his arms. He cans tillg et up and leave if he needs to when youre laying on him/hes laying on you.

𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚢𝚞 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚘

⤙ Chifuyu isnt necesarilly surpised your taller then him, but god you ar elike twice his height. Its...actually kinda scary yet he cant hekp but be flustered. If he were to stand face to face with you hed be right below your chest -- perfect for hugs. He cant help the flusterd look he gets wehn you hug him suddenly. ITs just....amazing!

⤙ Chifuyu absoluetly adores and loves cuddles! He likes to lay on top of you and just lay there. Whether on your chest or your sotmach, he will lbary his face into your body. He cant help it! Your a tall and juice piece of women and hes appreciating your figure ok? Thats his esxcuse anyways. We all know what those 'manga's' are actually about/hj

⤙ Chifuyu tends to hide hismelf in your stomach -- when the both of you are standing -- whenever he embarrases himself. He doesnt want to show his lfusterd face to those around him and you. ITs so embarrasing what he did and omg hell never live this down. However, he will also just bary his head into your stomach whenever he wants to. Mostly when hes with Baji and ants to brag/show off his lvoely and tall and deliciouis girlfriend. Hell peak at Baji whows standing off to the side adns tick out his tongue.

⤙ Chifuyu is baby and I love him and would give him all the kisses and hugs he deserves v-v

first tag says (ugh i accidently put /\/\ (for m/male) reader im srry T-T) :,)

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titanialev · 8 months

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momo-ceros · 1 year

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the convenience store at the corner || ken ryuguji/reader

summary; there is a small konbini on the way to musashi shrine that belongs to your grandmother. forced to help out, at least there are cute boys to look at. one in particular

tags; sfw, reader is a year older than draken, draken is a simp, teenage boys being teenage boys

author’s note; momo writing something in the holy year of 2023? impossible. i wanna start writing more i think so feel free to send in requests.

You were working at a small shop owned by your grandmother after school, which just so happened to lay on the path between his and Mikey‘s school and Musashi Shrine. Despite their rowdy reputation, you always greeted them with a kind smile but also did not shy away from using a sterner tone, particularly when Mikey made grabby hands at the Takoyaki behind the counter.

His crush on you made him feel ridiculous. He was the fearsome vice president of the Tokyo Manji Gang yet uttering more than a ‚hello‘ and ‚thank you‘ towards you seemed like an impossible task. He rather take on entire gangs all himself before you knew.

How unfortunate that you did. Whatever made teenage boys think they were slick about their crushes, you didn‘t know but you wish you had that kind of self confidence in other matters. You weren‘t blind, of course you saw the way the tip of his ears flushed in a deep red when he came to the counter. Honestly, it was kind of endearing.

You didn‘t know a whole lot about him, not more than what was told on the streets. You were a year older than him, he was some high ranking member in the teenage toddler group that were delinquent gangs and certainly seemed to be the most mature. Certainly more than his little friend who seemed to love drawing dick on the review notepad meant for customers. You were certain that Draken was 99% of his impulse control.

‚Draken‘ you had heard his friends call him on numerous occasions. That and ‚Ken-chin‘, but he did not seem to appreciate that nickname too much, judging my his reaction.

‘He was sorta cute’, you concluded as you sat behind the counter, your eyes following him, as him and his friends made their way through the store, laughing and joking around.

“They are still 150¥”, you chastised in a monotone voice, looking up from your magazine as Mikey flinched and moved his hand back from the pastries in front of the store.

“But we are regulars!”, he complained loudly pouting.

“No. He is a regular”, you said, pointing at Draken, who immediately flushed faintly, trying to keep his posture, “he is a regular. You have never payed for a single thing in your life here.”

Mikey grumbled, unable to deny the fact that Draken brought everything here anyway while he just picked what he wanted to have.

“Fine. Since I am unwanted here I am going to leave”, he said, leaving Draken alone to pay for their snacks with you.

“Sorry about him”, Draken apologised, rubbing his neck nervously as he placed the items on the counter.

You started to scan the items, taking your sweet time.

“Its fine. I’ve gotten used to it. Must be annoying for you to always be on baby sitting duty.”

“He can be annoying. Real annoying. But imma still follow him”, Draken said earnestly.

“How unfortunate”, you hummed, a glint of humour in eyes as you grabbed a milk bun.

“I didn’t-“

“Free of charge. For being a loyal costumer”, you said, winking at him.

Draken gulped and dropped the sweaty yen coins onto the table.

“Thank you. I am sure he will appreciate it.”

You mulled over the thought that just came for you before shrugging. Might as well go for it.

“One more thing”, you said as you rang up his change and scribbled something on a piece of paper before handing both to him.

Draken stared in confusion at the string of random numbers.

“Uh… thanks?”

You leaned forward, resting your head on your hands.

“Thats my number, dragon boy. Free of charge. Give me a ring sometime”, you teased with a wink.

A deep, scarlet blush spread across his cheeks as Draken stuttered out a thank you before speedwalking out of the store, pushing instead of pulling the door, quickly rejoining his friends. How fun.

You watched him stumble, rejoining the group of his friends who, upon hearing the recent development, cheered for him. Boys. It was kind of adorable actually.

You stretched, staring at the clock. 2 more hours. Maybe you would close your shift and the shop to a message.

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venus-giirl · 1 year

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"Let me help you" Draken x fem reader

N/A: to all of you who are having a hard time with menstruation. I'm on my days so I wrote this to feel some comfort. I hope you enjoy it :)

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers.

Word Count: 1328.

Warnings: dirty language, vaginal fingering, masturbation with a period, period pain. DNI minors, if you do not like this topic do not continue reading.

Rating: Draken helps you with your cramps…

Draken's arms held you still on the soft, fluffy mattress of his bed. A huge towel was spread under your body so as not to stain the freshly changed sheets from only a few days ago, emanating Draken's usual scent throughout the room. Impregnating in your nose.

"Wait...Ken...let me dry off a bit." You say somewhat nervously and uncomfortably at the same time.

"We've been over this, honey, you don't have to hide your body from me." You reply trying to remove the towel wrapped around your chest.

You had decided to go spend the afternoon at Draken's house to do some homework together and then watch some funny movie. However, the day got short and you didn't want to go home that night, so Draken asked you to stay for the night...but there was a slimy little problem.

"Just let me get dressed by myself, no need for you to do it today." You tug at the towel as he tries to almost rip it off your body. His strong hands were moving all over the sides of your bust, gripping your body so tight you felt like your core was going to explode for a second.

"I don't understand why you're being so evasive with me today." You laugh unflinchingly in your deep voice, never letting up in your struggle to see who has control of the towel. "If I'm always the one who dresses you after you shower."

"I understand, love, but I'm not in the mood." You confess carefully, trying to get his eyes on yours. He understands what you're trying to say and soothes his struggle, grabbing your arms gently and incorporating your body on the mattress.

"Is there something bothering you? I can change that if you're not comfortable." You roll your eyes, truly, sometimes men don't know how to take a hint.

"It's not that, love. I'm...just now I'm having my period and I'm cramping too much." You rub your somewhat swollen belly from your period.

Draken has always been concerned about your comfort and well-being when you've had your period, but just this month your hormones had mixed with the strong cramps and you didn't know if you were going to die from the pain or from the butterflies in your lower belly every time this big strong man touched you.

Thoughts of being touched, fucked and licked by him were more and more constant in your head.

"Oh, honey, you could have said that earlier." His gaze softens and he lays you back on the mattress as he hovers over your body and traps you with his arms. His mouth slowly moves to your ear and he gives it a gentle nibble before whispering in your ear. "So... the best thing to relax the cramps is a good orgasm." He laughs through his nose as he watches you swallow saliva and stay too quita under him.

"It's what you want isn't it?"

His hand reaches down and undoes the grip from under your left arm, untying and opening the rolled up towel. His eyes land on your swollen chest and nipples that looked too painful, giving it a gentle caress with both hands before resting the palm of his right hand on your belly. "I want to take care of you when you feel weak, and I also want to give you all the orgasms in the world to make you feel good and full of my love."

Your chest swells with love and thousands of butterflies flutter in your stomach. Seeing Draken confess something so intimate melts your whole heart.

"I love you... Ken." You whisper knowing that nickname drives him crazy. He smiles as he reaches his right hand towards your entrance and confesses:

"I love you too, baby. So let me do this for you." You moan as his fingers touch your labia majora.

The entrance wasn't too blood stained since you had just showered so you sigh in relief knowing you were clean. After all you didn't want to give him a bad impression, girl stuff....

"Your vagina is more swollen than other times." He says with a serious countenance as he spreads your legs a little wider so he can see your intimacy.

"Don't study it so much, for God's sake." You look at him and sigh. You didn't mind him doing it, nor were you a prude in that regard. But watching your boyfriend study your womanhood when you were menstruating and so weak made your hair stand on end as well as turned you on that he was doing it.

That this man had no taboos was a blessing.

Draken kept touching your entrance, pushing your labia majora aside with his index finger and thumb as he stroked the sides of your inner labia. Occasionally he would look up to see you arching over the mattress and thrusting your hips in an attempt to get his fingers into your glory. "I like that you're swollen, you make me hard just looking at you like this, gorgeous."

You cry out in a moan as he inserts his first finger into your entrance and exhale through your nose as you feel that little taste of being about to be masturbated with your period by your boyfriend.

His finger kept moving inside you, searching for the sweet button that made you go wild. "You snort too much, sweetheart." He growls in a chuckle without stopping working his fingers, inserting a second.

Thoughts leave your mind and you let yourself get caught up in the moment. Lying on the mattress as long as you were and with your legs slightly spread, you let Draken give you a "massage". Your back arches and you sigh his name with your mouth open. You grab the sheets with your hands and squeeze them tightly. His fingers found your sweet button and he kept grinding it over and over again. While with the thumb of his left hand he rolled in circles your swollen clit bringing you faster and faster to the ecstasy of orgasm.

From time to time, Draken, would murmur compliments like "Good girl", "That's it, you're doing great, honey", "That's it, love, relax for me", or "Let me do this and stretch your pussy good".

You couldn't take it anymore. You were so dizzy from his words and from the pleasure. The intensity of his fingers showered you with sweetness and his compliments excited you more and more, then reaching the roller coaster peak of your menstrual orgasm.

"Draken...I'm...about to...cum." You confess between moans as you writhe. At no point did Draken stop bumping into your sweet spot and the intensity of your orgasm closed into a tight knot in your stomach each time he touched it.

"Yes, baby, I know. Cum for me, my good girl." It only took you hearing this last word, along with a harder than normal twist on your clit for you to surrender and go down heading for the pleasurable abyss of your orgasm.

The stream of pleasure ran down your entire spine and your ovaries contracted from sheer pleasure. Your kidneys worked harder than usual and you felt the urge to go to the bathroom increase. So you relaxed and let all your fluids surround and soak Draken's fingers and the towel beneath you. Thanking you once again for being overly cautious.

In a final moan of pleasure, you moaned Draken's name and squeezed your vaginal walls over his fingers. He had squeezed every last drop out of you, you were too grateful to him.

"Good girl." He leans forward and separates a few strands that had stuck to your forehead, placing a soft kiss as he pulls his fingers out to move on to caress your relaxed abdomen. You smile with your eyes closed and give him a small kiss on the lips.

"Next time you're on your period I'll do more than stick my fingers in you, gorgeous..."

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piichuu · 8 months

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♡ CAMPING - KEN RYUGUJI

NOTES: this was a little rushed because i wrote it this morning, fluff, gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 338

AUGUST DRABBLES

“why are we doing this? i have at least two hundred mosquito bites all over me,” draken speaks as he steps inside the small tent the two of you brought for your little camping trip. it’s almost too small for him and his height, but thankfully it still works.

“maybe you wouldn’t get so many if you weren’t shirtless.” “but it’s so warm, i could just be in our bed now instead and get to be away from all these insects,” he sighs as he lays down in his sleeping bag that he’s zipped up as it became way too warm.

he tries to wipe all the insects off his chest before turning to look at you. “i’m sorry, i don’t wanna be a mood killer. i know you looked forward to this since we’ve never done it before,” he says while putting his hand on your cheek. “i’m happy i don’t have to be here alone at least, if it were just me i would have probably went home before i even set up the tent.”

you smile at him and shuffle a bit closer so your faces are only inches away from one another. “it’s okay, i would rather be in our bed as well, but it’s a little fun to do something different. we’ll go home tomorrow morning either way, so we can deal with this,” you mumble and he nods before leaning in to press a kiss to your lips.

“you brought the marshmallows, right?” his eyes suddenly lights up when asking that question and you nod, giggling when you notice how much his eyes are twinkling of excitement. “i did, do you wanna go out and grill some?” “yes please.”

he quickly gets up and puts on a t-shirt that will hopefully stop the mosquitoes from attacking his chest. draken then takes your hand and flashes you a light smile when you get the bag of marshmallows. “i promise i don’t think it’s that bad to be here, i’m with you after all.”

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angelltheninth · 2 months

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Draken Fucking You in the Student Council Room

Pairing: Ken "Draken" Ryuguji x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, creampie, secret relationship, being lifted up, dirty talk, fear of being caught, degradation, almost getting caught, hand over mouth, rough sex

A/N: I don't have enough charisma to project myself into this scenario.

It was dangerous to be doing this in the student council room. Well not dangerous, more risky. If you were to be caught you would lose your position as the Student Council President for sure. You'd had that position since high school. You'd been in a relationship with Draken since high school too.

How many times did you tell him to hide under the desk or behind the couch after a heated make out session? But there was no hiding this.

You couldn't even come up with a good excuse if you were to be seen. How could you explain him fucking you from behind, lifting you up into the air and holding your legs open, so that anyone who stepped into the room would have a clear, unmistakable view of Draken's huge cock pushing itself into your pussy and your pussy so wet that it made a puddle on the floor?

"The Student Council President having her cunt fucked for all to see. Looks like some's not as pure as she'd lead people to believe. If the rest of the school knew you were my little fuckslut I wonder if they'd choose you." Draken bit your earlobe, his smirk pressed against your skin as his cock pushed in and out quickly. Your vision blurred, it had been blurring for a while, but every time you were close he slowed down. It was like he was hoping to drag this out until someone walked in and saw him fucking you.

Draken was something like your guard dog. He hovered around you, scaring anyone who was your opposition or said something bad. Many were under the impression that you, the School President, had him on a leash. That might be the case in some circumstances but in situations like these he had you wrapped around his finger.

"'M gonna creampie your pussy so everyone knows. You're my pretty, dirty bitch. None of that straight A student, model behavior bullshit's gonna fly with me. I know you like this. Being used on my cock." He slowed down again, once more taking your orgasm away from you.

You whimpered and clenched your pussy around his cock, eliciting a mean chuckle from your boyfriend. "Keep going. Make me come, Draken, make me come on your dick. Come on, I'm so close, so fucking close now. Please, I'll be good."

He started moving again, his heavy, full balls slapping against your pussy, making loud, wet sounds, your pussy squelching, milking him dry as you moaned his name, probably loud enough for anyone to hear. Just as he began to empty his cock inside you the door started to open. Draken growled and pushed you against the door, one of his hands slamming it closed, the other hand over your mouth, "Fuck right off!" He warned. There was a loud eep sound from the other side before there was silence.

That didn't stop him from coming inside you. Your eyes fluttered closed, spit getting all over his palm as your legs failed you and you slumped down the door, off his cock. Draken took deep breaths, leaning over you, looking at the pool of cum underneath you. "That was close." You sighed, your heart slowing down after almost failing you. "We're locking the door next time."

"Y-Yeah. Got it." He wasn't too keen on getting thrown out of here. At least this way he could spend more time with you.

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 2 months

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A/N ::: So I don't think I'm broken anymore. 1 week of a actually doing something didn't ruin me. I come back on the weekends.

C/W ::: Draken x F.reader, Make-up sex?, unprotected sex, P->V

WC ::: Kinda long, 3,035. Happy with every word.

You were going over to Draken's place to collect the rest of your stuff today. It's ok though, because he's out doing some stupid Toman shit and won't be there. Seeing him right now would be your absolute downfall. It would permanently wreck you. You're so fucking horny all the time. Yeah, so, you have toys. But your toys will never measure up to his cock. They'll never measure up to his hands or his mouth on you. He could get you wet by just looking at you for too long.

"Ohp, snap out of it, y/n. Stop. Now." You had to remind yourself on the way over there that not only would you not be seeing him, but you wouldn't be fucking him, either. And all the thoughts that penetrated your brain consisted of him. Pounding into you at such an unforgiving pace you thought you were actually going to die - but it was ok. There was no better way to go than being fucked to death by him. Him of all people.

The 2nd in command of Toman. Mikey's №1… in many aspects. Sitting at the red light you started thinking about how Draken was your №1, how you were his №1.5. Mikey always came first when it came to business. You always came first when he was done with that shit.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice the light had turned green until the car behind you honked their horn. "Fuck!" You slammed on the gas and turned the wheel a little too hard, causing the car to jerk sideways and you almost lost control. "Perfect visual to my life right now. Goddamn it, Draken. Leave me alone." You were really starting to lose it.

After calming down and pulling over to catch your breath, you realized you were already at your destination. It wasn't like you needed to check the address or anything, you knew exactly where he lived. And so often, you were on auto-pilot. Whenever he called you, you floated out to the car and eased your way down into the driver's seat. Your pussy already sensitive. Reeling in the anticipation of what he was going to do to you. How he was going to make you feel.

"Fuck. Ok, y/n. Keep it together." You hopped out and made your way to the front door. No one was around, and the gate was unlocked. That's always a good sign. Draken must have forgotten to lock it before he left. He was expecting you to come by today, but you double - triple checked the date to make sure he wasn't going to be here. If he were, you know all to well that you'd end up fucking in his room before you left with the rest of your things.

As you unlocked the door with your spare key, you realized he probably left the gate open for you. "Thanks, Ken." you muttered to yourself as you walked into the living room. It was just as clean and organized as you remembered it. Nothing out of place. Everything had its spot. That's one of the things you loved about him.

You made your way to his bedroom, and as soon as you opened the door you were greeted by his scent. That fucking smell. It was so intoxicating. He smelled like a mixture of cologne and musk. Something you couldn't quite put your finger on, but it was so sexy. So damn irresistible. You wanted to rip off your clothes and roll around on his bed just to soak up his aroma. You had half a mind to find his cologne and spray it all over you and your stuff so you could have it permeate your senses one more time and last until the smell completely faded away. But you managed to resist the temptation to go down that path.

"Ok, focus." You had to snap out of it again. "This is the last time you'll be in here. Just grab your shit and go." You gathered your clothes and some other miscellaneous items you had scattered around the room. Some makeup, a few books you borrowed from him, and some other trinkets that you didn't even realize you had left behind.

As you were stuffing everything into your bag, you found one of your old bras. You actually weren't even sure if it was yours. "Damn, Draken." You laughed to yourself as you shoved it into your purse. You didn't know how it ended up in his drawer, but you assumed it was from one of his one night stands. They must have left it behind and he either didn't bother to throw it out or he didn't know what to do with it. You decided to take it and toss it when you got home. "It's not like he's gonna miss it anyway."

Once you were finished, you took one last look around the room. The memories flooded back into your mind. The nights you spent tangled in his sheets, him fucking you so good you almost passed out. The way he whispered in your ear how much he loved you. How he was addicted to your pussy. You remembered how you would sit on his face and grind against him until you came. How he would eat you out like you were the last meal on earth.

"Stop! Stopstopstop it!" You smacked yourself across the face, trying to snap yourself out of it again. You couldn't think about him anymore. It was too much. He was too much. You grabbed your bag and headed out the door, locking it behind you. As you walked out to your car, you saw the garage door was open and you noticed his bike sitting there. It was so shiny and well taken care of. You remember riding on the back of it with him, feeling the wind whip through your hair as he zoomed down the streets. You felt so free with him. So alive.

"Not the point, asshole." You said to yourself, making your way over to the open door. "Hello?" You asked. It wasn't like Draken to leave his door open like this. It wasn't like him to not have his bike. There was no answer so you walked in. "Anyone home?"

And there he was. Sitting on his stool, lowered all the way down so he could work on whatever the hell he was working on. You never knew what he was doing. But you knew that he looked amazing doing it. "Hiiii," you said, slowly dragging out the 'i'. He didn't turn around. Didn't even flinch when you said that.

"You're supposed to be gone, Ken." You said, annoyed. Still, he didn't move. "Did you hear me? I said you're supposed to be gone!" You started to get pissed off. This wasn't part of the plan. He was supposed to be out with Toman, not here. You didn't want to see him. "Hey!" You smacked him on the shoulder.

He jumped up and put his fists in front of him. "FUCK! Don't fucking sneak up on me, y/n! Jesus!" It was then you saw he had earbuds in. A smile spread across your face. You weren't sure if it was the satisfaction of knowing he didn't hear a single thing you said to him or that you scared the shit out of him. He was always so aware of his surroundings. Always knew what was happening. But not today. Today he was at your mercy.

"You fucking scared the shit out of me! What the hell are you doing here?!" He was fuming. You couldn't help but laugh. You hadn't seen him this pissed off since you two broke up. It was a sight to see.

"I came to pick up the rest of my stuff, you jackass. You said you wouldn't be here." You crossed your arms over your chest. He looked so good when he was mad. It made your pussy clench.

"Yeah, well, Mikey had some shit going on and needed me here." He started to calm down after the threat of the unknown smacking him on the shoulder passed. "I didn't think you were gonna stop by today." He leaned back on his stool, eyeing you up and down.

You knew what he was doing. He was checking you out. Trying to get a rise out of you. Make you squirm. "I … don't … look at me like that, Draken." You didn't know what else to say. You were so frustrated with him. "Don't fucking start."

He stood up and walked towards you. "Start what? I didn't start shit, y/n. You're the one who came in here and started hittin’ me and shit. You smacked me on the shoulder." He whispered in your ear. You could feel his breath on you. How hot it was. How sweet it smelled - and you could never get over that. How typically gross things that other people look or smell like, you had grown to love about him. It was infuriating. You were doing so good until today. (Good meaning you had only thought about him while touching yourself. You hadn't actually broke down to see him.)

"Fuck, Draken." You pushed him away from you, but he grabbed your hands and held them in front of you. He was so much stronger than you. It was pointless to try and fight him off. It was pointless, but it wouldn't be a lost effort. Something would come out of it. And you hoped it would go in your favor. "Don't do this to me."

He pulled you in and wrapped his arms around you. "Do what? Hold you? Is that what I'm doing, y/n?" He squeezed you tight. Your back against his chest. His head resting on your shoulder. You could feel his breath on your neck. His cock starting to harden against your ass. "You want me to let you go?"

You shook your head. Yes or no, you don’t have a single clue but you still did it. You didn't want him to let you go. You wanted him to hold you forever. You wanted him to fuck you until you couldn't see straight. You wanted him to make you feel like he used to. But you knew it was wrong. You were broken up. He didn't belong to you. "We can't, Draken. We have to stop."

He turned you around and looked you in the eye. "Stop what? This?" He rubbed his nose against yours. Teasing you. All you could think about was how it would feel to have his lips pressed to yours. It was like a fire had ignited inside you. A burning desire to have him. To feel him. To touch him. "Is this what you want me to stop, y/n? This?"

Before you could say anything, he had his mouth on yours. You tried to resist, but it was useless. Your body melted into him like it always did. The kiss was so slow. So deliberate. So well-planned. You're sure he knew you were coming over today. You both made plans to not have to see each other, that was what was agreed upon. And yet here you both are.

Right where you need to be but not where you want to be? Is that what's happening? Is that the right order? Or is it right where you want to be but not where you need to be. But all you can think about is his taste. His tongue. Tracing your bottom lip from side to side, top to bottom. The warmth of it familiar and all-encompassing. You never wanted to give it up.

He started to pull away, but you grabbed his face and kissed him back. Your hands on his cheeks, pulling him closer to you. He wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up, carrying you into the house. He set you down on the counter and started to pull off your shirt. "I missed this, y/n. I missed you."

He slid his hands down your body and undid your jeans, pulling them off of you. You couldn't believe you were doing this. That you were letting him do this. But you couldn't stop yourself. "I ... hoh ... fuck, Kennn-nuh."

He pulled you down and bent you over the counter. Your tits pressed against the cold marble. He slid his fingers into your panties and felt how wet you were. "So fucking wet, baby. You want my cock don't you? You want me to fuck you, y/n?"

You moaned as he rubbed your clit. "Yes. Fuck. I want you, Ken." He pulled your panties down and spread your ass apart. "Please fuck me, Ken." He spit on your pussy, getting it nice and wet. You heard him unzip his pants and felt the tip of his cock rub against your entrance.

"I'm gonna fuck you, y/n. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll forget why we ever broke up. You ready, baby?" He pressed his cock inside you, inch by inch. "Oh, fuck." You whimpered as he filled you up. "So fucking tight. You missed my cock, didn't you, y/n?"

He started to pump into you from behind. You couldn't believe how good he felt. How he stretched you out. The way he hit all the right spots. "I missed your cock, Ken. I missed it so much." He started to fuck you faster, his hips slapping against your ass. "Fuck, you're gonna make me cum already."

He pulled you up and started to play with your tits, his cock still buried deep inside you. "Cum for me, y/n. Cum all over my cock. Let me feel you, baby." He bit your earlobe and squeezed your tits.

"Oh, fuck!" You started to cum, your pussy clenching around his cock. "Fuck, y/n. I'm gonna cum."

He pulled out and your head dropped at the sudden lack of him. He turned you around and lifted you up, guiding your legs around his waist, He carried you down the hallway to his room but halfway there you slipped down on his cock. "Oh, shit. Fuck!" He started to cum, his cock twitching inside you. "No! Fuck! Not - not here, not yet!"

"Oh, god!" You started to cum again, your juices dripping down his cock and onto his balls. He pressed you against the wall and fucked you harder, his cum spilling out of you and onto the floor. "Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He grunted, his cock still pulsing inside you. "Oh, fuck, y/n. I'm still … cumming."

He slowly slid out of you and set you down on the floor. You were both panting, trying to catch your breath. "That was ..." you couldn't even form a sentence. You couldn't believe what just happened. You were supposed to be getting the rest of your stuff. And then Draken wasn't supposed to be here. And now you're cumming on his cock. You didn't know what to think or do. "Ken ... I think ..."

He picked you up and carried you to his bed. "Shh, just shh, y/n." He pushed your legs apart and kicked his pants off the rest of the way, laying down on top of you. "Don't talk. Just feel me, y/n." He kissed you again, this time it was slow and passionate. He slid his cock back into you, pumping in and out of you at an even pace. "I love you."

You looked up at him. "Ken." You put your hands on his hips and stopped him from moving. "You can't. You can't say that to me while you're buried balls deep in my cunt. It doesn't count. It doesn't count right now."

"The fuck are you sayin'. It should count more now than any other time. Why the fuck you think I'm saying it righ' now, hah?" He started to move again, his cock hitting your g-spot with every thrust. "I love you, y/n. I always will. You can't change that."

You pulled him closer to you and kissed him again. You didn't want to argue anymore. You just wanted him. "I love you, Ken. I love you, too." He started to fuck you harder, his cock throbbing inside you. You eyes began to roll back into your head. "Fffuhcckk," you moaned as he fucked you deeper. "Oh, fuck. Oh … fuck."

He grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, exposing your neck. He started to bite and suck on it, leaving a trail of hickeys from your collarbone to your ear. "Cum with me, y/n. Cum with me."

You both started to cum together, his cock spurting inside you. He kept fucking you, his cum dripping out of your pussy and onto the bed. "Ken, stop. Stop, Jesus, mercy, uncle. White flag waving!" You laughed and pushed him away and he rolled over onto his back. He was so fucking hot. His chest covered in sweat, his cock still hard and twitching. "Fuck, you're something else."

He chuckled and grabbed your hand, pulling you on top of him. "Hmm … So are you." He pulled you down and kissed you again, his tongue exploring your mouth. You felt so happy. You forgot how good it was with him. How perfect it was. How in sync you were with each other. "I love you."

You laid on top of him, listening to his heart beating. "I love you. I love you, too."

"So." He said quietly.

"Mm?" It was all you could muster at this point.

"Unpack your shit and bring the rest of it over. You live here. You live with me now." You could feel him smiling against the top of your head.

You looked up at him. "Ken. You can't be serious. I can't ...""Yes, you can. You will. Not letting you go again." He kissed the top of your head and picked up the key you sat down on his nightstand, slipping it back into your hand.

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blueparadis · 2 years

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꒰ DETECTIVE PARTNER ! DRAKEN ꒱

꒰+꒱ content warnings — afab-reader,she/her pronouns,angst, a little humour, mature language, manipulation, fwb tropes, mention of prostitution, light bondage, nipple sucking, cockwarming, mutual masturbation. word count — 1k.

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Detective Partner! Draken’s day starts by greeting back everyone as he waltzes into the room full of his co-workers and some rookies in training. He is in charge of training newbies because his partner Mitsuya thinks he has a way with both boys and girls unlike him, that’s what he told him but actually Detective Partner! Draken was very smooth into getting their germinating brain and probably because of his son.

With his jacket hanging up to his talus and a coffee cup in his hand, Detective Partner! Draken doesn't even bother a glance until someone greets him. No, he isn’t prideful, just likes to keep it subtle and saves his energy because god knows which punk-ass rookie he has to handle today.

Detective Partner! Draken with his hair hanging up to his shoulders, pitch-black and wavy hides his dragon tattoo and prefers to wrap a muffler before going out just to take a breather or for a smoke. It’s captivating and catchy, his tattoo so he doesn’t flaunt it but well he does, he becomes the center of attention. And on those days, he has his hair tied in a high ponytail with symmetrical locks along his face pronouncing his jawline even more; he has a newspaper hat with him whenever he goes out for a smoke in case there’s snowfall.

Now, having him as a partner benefits both of you since he has a fine line of networks in the underworld. Perhaps, it was his childhood that molded him to stay serene while walking down the obsidian path of the underworld.

From small thugs to sex workers to bonten members his network is the fruit of years of work and all for Emma, to avenge her death. Someone, who has just been transferred to his block would think he’s probably spiraling with the death of his beloved but actually, he has a greater goal, to put Kisaki behind the bar and bring Izana home so as to give him the life he deserved, what Manjiro wants and that would make Emma happy too. Isn’t it noble?

It is and Detective Partner! Draken really wants to keep it that way but when that particular girl with a little fight in lining under her skin transferred under him from Chifuyu’s sectors, his senses were sharper than ever and everything around him started to become hazy. Why? ‘Cause he saw the tenacity that one needed to kill in cold blood and hence, getting to your head wasn’t easy.

When you first saw Detective Partner! Draken, he was in his routine, doing push-ups and exchanging hands at every thirty sets. And God, you wanted him so bad.

Yes, he had a pattern before he agrees to work with someone, and Manjiro always warned him how this might not get him many cases, just some normal close, and shut cases. He wanted that exactly.

“See! I told you I could be a badass”, you quipped earning a stare from the corner of his eyes and a smirk after that. God! He was smooth, even with himself.

He stood up with the push of his hefty fingers and clicked his tongue in a three-fold rhythm, “Tsk-Tsk-Tsk” with his forefinger swinging at par as he remarked, “Badasses don’t say that!”

Detective Partner! Draken was not easy to impress but when he saw you connecting the lines with different colors of thread in his crime board, especially with the dates and years hanging via sticky notes on the thin strings, he knew Chifuyu did his work well and he wanted to make good use of that and he did indeed, with facing any declines from his side.

“A job like this sure makes you keep them in good books with you”, you added as you two came out of the finest brothel. “Jealous much?”, and all he earned was a roll from your eyes because it wasn’t just jealousy, there was a feeling of fear and a sense of shock. Since to witness such roses and sunshine detective flirt with the girls of the streets sure did a number on you.

“No, just thinking how foolish of you to look elsewhere”, your jealousy was erupting with the cold tone that seeped into your voice and the absent-mindedness that barely made you realize the gravity of the situation and your position.

Detective Partner! Draken was sure a cocooned guy and that’s what made him more dangerous because he wasn’t easy to read. But he’d be a fool to lose an asset like you. Work was fine, going steadily sometimes hitting little bumps but whenever both of you were in one room, anger was the only common thread between the two of you.

But Detective Partner! Draken didn’t anticipate that this very thread would coil and tangle him in your aura when an apology came from you. And he acted on that recklessly; pressing you up against the wall, hands above your head as he breathed into your mouth, “where is that fire in you that made my cock ache with lust … for you?” Smart and manipulative.

But when you noticed his eyes flashing back and forth from your eye to your lips, you knew anger turned into affection. And then when you kissed his chapped but soft lips you both crossed all the boundaries that held you two apart.

He fucked you, in his cabin on the very desk you discussed the case that brought this peril upon you. He was huge, girthy, and lazy.

Sometimes he just sheathed himself in you as he kept sucking on your nipples, your hands cuffed against your waist while his remained on your waist to keep you steady.

“The door isn’t locked, Ken. Someone might come”, you reminded him but he would always ignore it because no one dared to come without knocking.

There were times when he would look straight into your eyes while his lips buried in some random woman’s and ‘gathering intel’ was his excuse.

He liked it. Even drowning in the vile anger, you couldn't decline him and you’ve lost count of how many times he fingered you while you gave him a hand job in the backseat of his car.

Detective Partner! Draken was smooth but one thing he couldn't seem to process was your absence after the case was solved. No, he was busy with the paperwork and seeing the end of Kisaki Tetta, giving Izana the sibling he deserved to have.

But when this was all over, he missed you, he missed you so fucking much that he couldn't help but ask Chifuyu, your trainer. It was late because you wanted to forget him as much as he wanted to remember it all over again.

"Oh y/n? She is in an undercover mission. Maintain her cover if you come across her if you drop a visit for intel via your network" , said Chifuyu.

Draken tasted heartbreak once again. This one was more agonizing than before.

"Of course", he mumbled.

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linahopeeeee · 1 year

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⭐Pairing: Ken (draken) Ryuguji x reader

⭐Summary: Your college fboi convinces you to get freaky at the frat party

⭐: Words: 1300

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“c’mon please” Ken pleads as he takes your hand in his. You were at a frat party he asked you to come to and you’ve never felt more out of place.

Drunk, sweaty bodies dancing around you to songs that are so loud you can’t even hear the actual lyrics, the amount of bass has the front of your head throbbing.

The red cup that was forced into your hand when you first got to the party sits in front of you on the table, untouched because the smell itself was enough to make your nose burn and you didn’t want to know what it’d do to your throat.

Ken looks at you with those eyes again as he tries to pull you in the direction of one of the many bedrooms in the large frat house.

The two of you have been seeing each other for the past couple of weeks, well I wouldn’t exactly call what you two were doing ‘seeing each other’ because all it is is just sex. Well not like normal sex but things of that nature.

If someone would’ve told you three months ago that you were going to be doing what it is you and Ken have been doing you probably would’ve laughed in their face. The was no way in hell you would do anything with your schools most notorious fuckboy, but here you are, about to let him do whatever he wants to inside one of those rooms.

Hesitantly, you stand and let him lead you up the small staircase, he walks down the hall and opens one of the doors to a random bedroom. The room is empty, and he quickly pushes you inside, locking the door behind you.

His lips are on yours the second your back hits the bed, tongue quickly forcing its way into your mouth. He begins grinding his already hard erection against the wet patch in the middle of your underwear, thank god you wore a skirt today.

Said skirt was being pushed up your thighs, his large hands coming up to push the bottom of your shirt up and over your head. He’s met with the sight of you in the red, lacy, see-through bra he got you from the mall last week and he audibly groans, the thin fabric barely doing anything to contain those rock-hard nipples that are peaking out at him.

His slides his thumb across one of them and you flinch at the sensitivity, moaning loudly when he rolls the hard nub between his fingers.

Your back arches off the bed as you push your chest further into him. One of his hands snake its way behind your back to undo the clips of your bra, tossing the material somewhere on the floor before his mouth engulfs your nipple, hand still tugging at the other one.

“Fuck I wanna taste you” he says, voice deep and sexy and you whine, out of everything the two of you have done so far, him eating you out has got to be your favorite. He continues his assault on your chest, a couple of blooming hickeys are spread out from the top of your breasts up to your neck.

He unzips the side of your skirt, pushing the material down your legs and you kick it off the rest of the way, your panties following suit.

Starting at your lips, Ken slowly kisses his way down your body, stopping to show a little more attention at the areas he knows you like.

He pushes your thighs apart at he settles on his stomach in between your legs, the sight of your pussy wet and ready for him has his mouth watering. He places a soft kiss on your clit before using two of his fingers to spread you apart, staring with lust filled eyes your hole clenching around nothing.

He licks a long line up your slit and your hands find his curly black hair, tugging softly on the silky strands. He licks at your clit a few times before taking the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth, sucking harshly.

“f-fuck Ken” you stutter when you feel one of his long fingers prodding at your entrance, your so wet that it slides in easily, one finger becomes two and two becomes three. His fingers thrusting in and out of you at a fast pace, a wet squelching sound fills the room.

He moans against you and that’s what pushes you over the edge, your body shakes a little as your orgasm rips through you. His fingers come to a stop but his mouth never stops, still softly sucking your clit in his mouth.

when he finally removes his fingers from your pussy a string of wetness follows. You watch with cloudy eyes as he sticks his fingers into his mouth, sucking all of your juices off of them. The moan that leaves him is filthy and it leaves you clenching down on nothing.

“wanna fuck your face” he says before helping you off the bed, he takes one of the pillows and places it on the floor as you fall to your knees in front of him. He watches with eager eyes as your hands begin undoing to button of his jeans.

You pull them down and his boxers go to, his thick cock springs free and slaps his stomach. He watches in awe as you spit in your hand before wrapping it tightly around his dick.

You pump him a few times before licking long strip from the base to the tip, thinking back to all the things he told you he liked, all the things that made him feel good.

“take it in as deep as you can but don’t hurt yourself, whatever you can’t fit just use your hand” you remember him telling you, it was one of the first nights you two spent together, he had just finished fingering you and pushed you onto your knees in front of him.

You take him into your mouth, hallowing your cheeks, and opening your throat like he showed you before going down further. His hands come down to your head, using your hair as leverage as he slowly begins thrusting into your mouth.

Your hands find his thighs, a sense of security knowing that you can easily push him off if it becomes too much. He knows that you’re still new to this, so he isn’t as rough as he is with some of the other girls.

Before you would’ve rolled your eyes at the way those girls seemed to throw themselves at him, and you still do because not once have you thrown yourself at him.

It was quite the opposite really, he had noticed you one day, the dress you chose to wear to economics class was hugging your figure just right and he had to look again. His eyes glued to your ass as you walked past him, the slight jiggle making him groan quietly.

That same day right after class as you begin walking in the direction of your next one he approached you. For the next couple of weeks he was randomly find you, start up a conversation and even though you knew he was just sweet talking you, that he only wanted one thing and then he would leave, you somehow found yourself slowly falling for him.

He would show up after almost all of your classes and walk you to the next, he would sometimes bring you something to eat, remembering how you told him that blueberry muffins were your favorite.

“fuck” he groans and you know he’s close. His thrusts are starting to get sloppy, his moans getting louder. His grip on your hair tightens as he orgasms. You swallow it like he told you, opening your mouth so that he can see.

He hands you your clothes as he pulls his pants back up. He waits for you to finish redressing before the two of you head back down to the party.

He leaves with one of his friends who walks up and holds a blunt up. He tells you he’ll be back in ten minutes but half an hour had already passed and you were still sitting there alone.

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drakendaydreams · 1 year

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A/N: The month is really almost over? Jesh, I can't believe we've made it this far. Thank you to everyone that's been following this journey the entire time! Now... Kenny’s having a hard time sleeping so we’re gonna help him out. 😌 The taglist is now closed, but if you want to keep up with the posts that have already been put out or the ones that are still to come you can find the up-to-date masterlist below!

Character: Ken “Draken” Ryuguji (x fem!Reader)

Warnings: smut, fingering, 18+ content, oral sex (receiving), nicotine usage, dirty talk, offensive language (swearing), squirting, pet names (pretty girl, darling, doll, sweetheart) daddy kink, hair pulling, orgasm denial, minors dni

Word Count: 1.2k

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He tossed and turned as you both lay in bed, every single thing that could possibly have his head spinning was what was keeping him up. Draken needed to get some peace, needed to find some way to unwind to let him finally get that rest that he needed more than anything. The man already barely ever slept, this wasn’t helping at all. Finally, he climbed out of bed, making his way toward the sliding glass door that went to the porch. He snagged the pack of cigarettes and lighter from the counter and his way by and placed one between his lips. Maybe the nicotine would help him relax a little, help him get himself level.

Draken closed the glass door and took a drag, keeping it there for as long as he could to get the best hit possible before letting it back out. The instant burn made him take a deep breath as he tried to calm himself even more. It was chilly, the small bite from the cold air helping to bring him down to earth. There was only one other thing that ever even came close to this kind of release for him, and when just a few cigarettes he’d sit and smoke didn’t do the trick he knew what he needed to do.

He made his way back into the house and sauntered to the bedroom, the sight of your sleeping figure spreading a smile across his face. You looked so beautiful no matter what you did, you were perfect to him. The small snores that left you melted his heart as he stepped closer to the side of the bed. Draken grabbed the blanket and climbed in next to you, sliding underneath it and pulling it over his head.

You stirred a little as he moved between your legs, almost waking up but easily falling back asleep when he hesitated. Draken’s hand gripped your thigh gently and leaned down, his hand sliding between your legs. As his fingers trailed against the fabric of your panties you stirred more, a small and happy moan leaving your lips. His voice was sultry and smooth as he spoke softly. “Just keep dreaming, baby girl. You’ll wake up to a surprise quite soon.”

His fingers slid past the fabric, rubbing against your clit. Your body moved more, almost arching in your sleep as your head grew light. The quicker his fingers moved the more you came out of sleep, your eyes fluttering open as they plunged into your core. “F-fuck, Kenny.”

A devious chuckle left his lips as he watched your eyes open. “I know it’s the middle of the night, but daddy just couldn’t sleep and needs some help.” He groaned lustfully as he watched your eyes roll into the back of your head. “And you always tell me to wake you up whenever I need you… now is that time darling.”

You watched his face slowly sink between your legs, gripping the blanket to throw it off of you as quickly as you could. Just the thought of not being able to see just how perfect he always looked as he sucked on your puffy clit made you whimper. The way his tongue vigorously flicked over your sensitive bud had your hand flying to his hair. You tugged harshly, his unbraided hair sinking through your fingers with ease.

The sudden pull made him snarl, pulling away from you and grabbing onto your hand to take it away. His eyes were dark and menacing as he watched you. “Aht, aht. Now did I tell you that you could touch? Because I don’t remember giving you that permission, doll.”

When your hand pulled away you felt his fingers lace with yours, pushing your wrist down into the mattress. You squeezed hard, your knuckles turning white as Draken went back to the assault on your clit. “N-no, sir.” You could barely get the words out as you felt your walls closing around his fingers.

Draken pulled his fingers away, the loss of sensation sending shockwaves through your body. He denied you of the orgasm that had threatened to take over all your senses. “It’s far too early for that, sweetheart. We’ve just barely gotten started.”

You cried out in agony as you desperately grabbed for him, trying to pull him back to you. “K-Kenny, please. I can’t-”

“You can’t what, pretty girl? Can’t handle it?” He smirked at you and grabbed your thighs, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises where his fingers were. “You can and you will, you’ll only cum when I tell you that you can.”

You nodded in agreement, knowing that there was absolutely no arguing with Ken Ryuguji. “Y-yes, daddy.”

His fingers plunged back into you, pistoning in and out of you relentlessly. The smirk that painted his features was almost as enticing as the way he used your pleasure as a way to calm himself to sleep. It took everything inside of you to keep from letting go as he used his free hand to grab a handful of your breasts.

The way your cunt pulsed around his fingers made his cock twitch against his sweatpants, his hips rutting into the mattress lightly. He needed his own release at this point, your pretty, sinful noises making him near his release more and more.

He grabbed onto the back of your leg and pushed it up farther for better access. Draken’s body pressed against the mattress even farther as he chased his high, bringing you to yours at a quick speed. His tongue lapped at your clit and his fingers fucked in and out of your velvety walls.

Draken could tell you were close, the way your pussy clenched around him over and over made his cock twitch harsher in his pants. A small wet spot was beginning to form, his grip on your thigh even tighter as he coaxed you on. Your grip on the sheets was like a vice as you tugged at them. “S’too much. Kenny. P-please. ‘M gonna- AH!.”

His eyes grew lustful again as he heard your pleads. Every pretty little sound from your lips telling him that you were trying harder than you ever had in your life Draken hummed in content and nodded slowly. “Being such a good girl for me. I think you’re ready now, aren’t you pretty girl? Go ahead and cum for me, sweetheart.”

His words were all it took, the instant gratification from his agreeance had your walls letting go. You cried out his name over and over with a spew of curses right behind it. “God damn it!”

Draken groaned filthily as he felt your cunt clamp around him, his own release hitting him as he painted the inside of his sweatpants with a loud groan.

Your orgasm hit harder than it had in a very long time, your back arching as the new sensation filled your body. It swirled inside of you and a clear liquid stream appeared as your body let go, gushing all over him. His half-lidded eyes looked up at you as you finished, his tongue greedily lapping up every drop you offered him. “There you go, pretty girl. Squirt all over daddy.” Your body went limp underneath him as he climbed over you, his pussy drunk eyes watching your now fucked out state. “Nice and exhausted just for me. Looks like we’re gonna sleep nice now.”

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Homecoming Queen

Out with a friend, Draken receives the best news at the worst possible time.

16+ │ Time Skip!Draken × F!Reader │ 4k words

Tags: Angst to Fluff, Binge Drinking, Reunion, Reconciliation, Non-Graphic Smut, Third Person Limited POV, Featuring Inui

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Still got pictures of friends on the wall

I suppose we aren’t really friends anymore

Maybe I shouldn’t ever have called that thing friendly at all

— Arctic Monkeys, The Ultracheese

✱

“Have you had your first kiss?”

Draken thought he heard it wrong amidst the muffled chatter of patrons, the dulcet jazz-pop beat. He jutted his chin toward Inui, who sat across from him at their table for two, turning his head to the side so his ear faced him. “What was that?”

“Your first kiss,” Inui’s arm leaned on his chair’s backrest, and the other fiddled with his small cup. “Have you had it?”

Draken’s shoulders shook with good-natured laughter. “I’m twenty-seven years old. ’Course I’ve had my first kiss. Haven’t you?”

He thought it was unnatural for him to ask. They spoke about their co-owned shop, their mutual passion for bikes, their history as yankii. But first kisses, or any type of kiss for that matter, had never been a topic until tonight.

So he wondered.

“I have,” Inui’s eyes were low and fixed on the polished wooden table, as if considering. He looked up at Draken and said, “Remember Koko?”

“Oh,” was Draken’s surprised response, which was as good as a yes, “didn’t know you were like that.”

“We weren’t. It’s complicated.”

After he poured himself a cup, Draken poured one for Inui as well. “Wasn’t he your best friend?” he asked, eyes flicking to Inui as sake flowed into his tilted cup.

“He was,”

Their cups lifted and clinked. Inui downed his, and Draken paused midway due to a thought.

“I kissed my best friend, too,” he recalled glumly before he sipped. The drink was less cold, more unwelcoming.

Inui’s eyes grew once he set his cup down. “Mikey?”

Draken choked, almost spitting. “No,” his coughs were uncontrollable, “not Mikey,”

Inui snorted, “All right, who was it?”

Draken banged the center of his chest with a fist, forcing his throat to clear, then finally settling back. “My other best friend. She’s someone I knew longer than Mikey.”

“Did you like her?”

He thought about the crescent shape of her lips, her outspread hair on his pillow as she slept. Though he did not need to think to answer, “Yeah,”

“Did she like you?”

He thought about the light of her touch—how all things, even his own skin, glowed beneath her fingers. And he ached. “Yeah.”

“What happened?”

His eyes trailed over the table’s surface before he said, “I fucked it up.”

“Why?”

He looked up to find a pair of blue eyes hooded by heavy lids. They blinked slowly at him, and it was only then that he registered what was going on.

When you’ve had your eighth full cup of sake, you’re sure to be as flushed as Inui currently was. His cheeks were redder than the mark above his left eye.

And nothing but sappy love songs had been playing in the izakaya ever since they arrived. It’s a fatal combination.

Draken’s last and harshest realization was this: they were two single, lonely men of almost thirty, drinking together on a warm Friday night.

He believed there was a word for men like them. Pitiful.

He inspected the contents of the carafe and sighed at having none left. “We’re gonna need another bottle,”

✱

He had lost count of how many more cups they drank. But wooziness, stretching his syllables, and seeing two Inuis surely meant too much.

Telling his entire tragic love story to his spaced-out friend also meant too much.

He doubted he got his message across with his slurred speech, his misplaced pauses, his wild gesticulations. But until he finished, Inui sat forward with his elbows on the table and his hands on his cheeks, nodding constantly as if he were a damn bobblehead.

The yearning for her was strong. Draken expected the alcohol to numb the hurt, but it seemed to only make it worse.

He rubbed his hot face with his palms. “I feel like shit now. Why’d you have to remind me? Why’d we have to drink this much?”

“I dunno,” Inui was nonchalant, carrying no guilt. Draken found it unfair. “I just missed Koko. Don’t you miss your girl?”

“Yeah, I just said so four minutes ago,”

Inui reached for the carafe and attempted to pour one more. Empty again. “Aw, dang,” he almost raised his hand when Draken pulled it down.

“That’s enough for tonight,”

Though he looked disappointed, Inui didn’t protest. “All right.”

Draken leaned back with his arms crossed over his chest. They were almost meditating, seated in silence, with the exception of Inui’s fingers drumming on the table. Then Inui seemed to think of something from the way his eyes grew.

“I could call him.”

And just then, Draken’s ringtone alerted them both. Draken reciprocated the wide eyes as he fumbled in his pocket. He squinted at the glowing screen, then he answered. “Mr. Masamichi?”

“I have news, Ken,”

“What’s up?”

“She’s here.”

He simultaneously felt his headache worsen and his mind clear. “Who?”

He was trying not to think it was her. Trying not to hope. He can’t have the privilege. It might be one of the runaway girls from the brothel.

Then he heard her name laced with Masamichi’s confusion. “Who else?”

He gawked at Inui. And Inui blinked in return, unable to help the thought that his friend looked like a fucking idiot.

Masamichi said, “She stopped by today. She was looking for you.”

“She . . . she was?”

“Well, she didn’t ask, but she didn’t have to. I knew she was looking for you anyway.” Masamichi chuckled. “And I told her where your shop is.”

He felt sick from nervousness. The alcohol was beginning to rise in his throat. He swallowed it. “Did she say she’d come?”

“She didn’t, but like I said, she didn’t have to.”

His breath came out uneasy. “All right,”

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” No, “I’m just surprised.”

“I’m sure you are,” Masamichi said. “Don’t go crying when you see her. She’ll think you’re less of a man.”

He managed to laugh. He could almost see Masamichi grinning at the other end. “I won’t,”

“And don’t let her get away again.”

He paused, letting himself hear the words. “Thanks, Mr. Masamichi.”

He slid his phone back into his pocket and took his wallet out in turn. “We gotta go,” he glanced at Inui as he rushed to pull a paper bill out.

“What’s up?”

“She came back,”

“What?” Inui’s spirit seemed to have awakened as well. “Holy shit,”

They split the bill and left, setting foot on the long strip of Dogenzaka, passing mannequins behind windows, family-owned restaurants, and the sound of like-minded people walking the vibrant street. It was midsummer, but goosebumps rose on Draken’s skin at the thought of seeing her again—she would no longer be a dream.

“Is this real?” Inui asked in place of him. They paced in spite of their tipsiness; they left their bikes at home, knowing they wouldn’t be of use if their drivers were under the influence.

“I think so,” Draken answered. His manner was calm, but he was feeling otherwise.

“What are you gonna say to her?”

He considered as they strode. “What I’ve always wanted to say to her,” he said, remembering the morning he learned she was gone. “I still . . .”

They stopped walking. Under the ghost light of a 24-hour convenience store sign, a person stood in their way.

He squinted, pulling his brows together to focus his drunken lens, then he paused.

It might have been the sign’s pale brightness shining on her like a spotlight. It might have been the deep-seated bias that took root in his being. It might have been both.

But at twenty-seven years old, she was glowing.

Beauty graced all her features—her face that had matured, her gaze that held him with sincerity. Don’t go crying when you see her. She’ll think you’re less of a man.

He was trying his best not to.

“Hi,” he wasn’t sure who said it first, but he saw her mouth part, and heard her honey-thick voice. He was rather rudely staring at her lips, remembering how they used to feel. Shit. I’m hammered—abso-fuckin’-lutely smashed.

His eyes moved to the bouquet of pink flowers in her arm. Inui cleared his throat, no less plastered than he was, but able to perceive. “I’ll see you later, Draken.”

His long golden hair swayed with his body as he sauntered back in the direction they came from. From his best attempts to walk straight, Draken thought he should be concerned about him. But besotted Inui was doing this for him, and he was grateful for that.

Draken turned to her again. “I missed you,”

✱

The bouquet was in his hands. He stared at the pink blooms, sniffed them curiously, unsure how to go about them. Being on the receiving end felt unfitting. “I didn’t want to come empty-handed,” she said.

“Oh . . . thanks.”

Her laughter spurted from his reluctance, and it rattled him to hear it again. It’s been too long.

“They’re camellias. They have a significance,” she told him.

“What is it?” he asked. They came to a stop in front of D&D Motors, a street lamp serving as their sole source of light.

“It means ‘I miss you.’”

His key narrowly missed the hole and fell from his hand. He picked it up and tried again, succeeding this time, then he felt for the light switch once they were inside. When her eyes shimmered in the blinding fluorescent light, a cold wave tossed in his chest.

“I should be the one giving you flowers,” he gulped, “and a lot more.”

Her face was still, unperturbed. “You missed plenty of chances,”

It was a slap to the face, waking his senses.

“Not this time.” He made the bold move of grabbing her hand. “Come upstairs with me.”

Instinctively, his hand tightened around hers, fearing that she would slip from his grasp again. The next light he flicked on was in his bedroom. He walked in first, and she lagged behind.

“Nothing’s changed,” he said. The space was bigger, and his things were newer, but the layout was quite the same—he kept his wall of pictures, and his bedsheets kept their patterns.

And the space in his bed was kept helplessly for someone’s return.

He set his flowers down on the desk, and when he turned around, she was looking at the pictures adorned on the wall.

“You haven’t replaced a single one,” her finger ran across the pictures of them, approximately to the middle. One from their first day of school when they were six, and another from a photo booth she coaxed him to squeeze into when they were fifteen. Then her finger glided to another picture, turning her voice frigid. “Emma.”

Emma was as much a part of his youth as everyone else. He treasured her memory. He will always wish she wasn’t gone too soon.

But she was not his girl.

His girl was in front of him right now, wanting answers, like she used to when they were teens. And he was prepared to reassure her.

For the twelve years he spent without her, he was prepared to say that it was her the whole time. He spent half of those years formulating what to say to her upon her return, and the other half trying to accept that it may never happen. He had come to believe that there was no hope—until tonight.

“I keep it in her memory,” he said.

Her back was facing him. She turned her head just enough for him to see half of her face and know she was listening. “And why do you keep mine?”

“Because I still love you.”

Her silence tensed him, but he continued. “I fucked up that day. I should’ve chosen you.”

She turned back to his pictures. “It’s easy to say that in hindsight. But you were afraid. You were grieving. So you chose Emma. You chose Mikey. You chose Toman. You didn’t choose me.”

“I’m sorry,” He told her. “I hated every day after that. The last time we talked, that night I . . . I went up to your window and waited. I was gonna ask you to take me back. You didn’t answer. The next day I found out you were gone for good.”

His jaw clenched, and his eyes moved to her feet. “I paid the price for what I did. Toman disbanded, and Mikey became another person. I don’t know him anymore. The Mikey I knew and respected is gone. I swear I tried to move on from everything—I have the shop, and I’ve worked hard to keep it standing since. And I . . . I tried to be with other people. But I was always looking for something, somebody else. I looked for you.”

It was about time she said something, but her end was silent. “Will you look at me?” he said.

When she faced him, she was crying. She had been doing it so quietly that he hadn’t realized. He walked to her and pressed her close.

“You’re drunk,” she sniffled, “I—I can’t—I don’t know if I can believe you.”

Secretly, he was delighted to have her in his arms again. It was her rightful place.

“Then we’ll talk about it in the morning,” he brought her to his bed, laid her down tenderly, and climbed next to her. “You’ll see. I won’t change my mind. I’ll tell you the same thing.”

His head felt like a giant pulse, but he did not dare to rest until she was comforted, until her body and breathing eased.

✱

He woke up in the small hours to the scent of her hair under his nose, splayed fingers across his back, and her shape molding into him.

A part of him expected her to be a ghost. She would be gone once he opened his eyes, and his yearning would overcome him like a tidal wave. But instead, with his drunken spell lifted, the clearer sight of her brought him relief, and her sleeping face was the image of home.

Nostalgia burned under his skin. He almost thought he was fifteen again and had dreamt of the past twelve years.

He stroked her hair, kissed the crown of her head, then carefully rose from her side. He’ll think in the shower.

His hair tie came off before he stepped into the glass enclosure. As water soaked his dark hair, he wept. He couldn’t hear himself crying over the buzz of the shower, and he couldn’t tell the difference between water and tears. All he thought about was that he had missed her dearly.

Forever was suddenly not as cruel as it seemed. Forever was weightless money, a currency he was going to spend on her many times over.

He will make up for lost time. He will be loud and uncharacteristic, yapping about her to his friends, his customers, his goddamn landlord. He wouldn’t mind being the most annoying man in the world if it also meant he would be the happiest.

He heard a knock at the door, killing his reverie. “Yeah?”

“Can I join you?” it was her voice asking.

He let a heartbeat pass in surprise. “Door’s unlocked,”

The door clicked, and when he turned to the glass panel, they met eyes. He looked away, down at the floor where droplets landed, up at the showerhead where they came from. But he could see her clothes drop to the floor from his peripheral.

He did not look as she approached. Even when she slid the glass door open and stepped in, he did not look behind him.

“I slept well. Do you remember what happened last night?” she said.

“I do,”

He moved aside, giving her way to the shower. He watched as water trickled down her bare back and her hair wilted.

“Do you remember what you said?” she asked.

“I do. And I told you, I won’t change my mind.”

She chuckled lightheartedly. “I believe you.”

She reached for one of the two shampoo bottles, the one left open. She used the soap on her body, and white suds flowed from her head to her feet and into the drain. She was copping his scent by the second.

“Why’d you leave without a word?” he asked.

“You left me first,”

Piercing as it was, it was true.

She looked over her shoulder, toward him. “I was supposed to come back,” she said. “I only left for Mom’s wedding. Then she wouldn’t let me go, saying I had no reason to go back. I didn’t tell her about you. I knew a boy wasn’t reason enough.” She laughed ruefully.

“If you were gonna come back, why didn’t you do it sooner?” he said. She was able to move overseas at will when she was fifteen—she could have done it again once she was independent.

She paused. “I thought she might be right. I thought there’d be nothing for me if I came back. What if you’d found someone? What if you’d still choose your gang over me? I wasn’t sure I’d like what I found if I sought you again. So I tried to move on like you. I tried to forget, only to learn that I couldn’t.” She faced him with a solemn look. “You’ve tried forgetting, haven’t you?”

“I have,” he said, meeting her gaze with equal sincerity. “I’ve looked at other people. I’ve met other people. None of ’em compared to you.”

She smiled, letting the words settle in her ears. “I’ve been there.”

Her back turned to him again. But he wanted her to keep looking at him, to meet his eyes and know he wasn’t finished.

Laying a hand on her shoulder, he gently reeled her to face him. Her wet eyelashes fluttered as he observed how water dappled her features and trickled down her neck. His hand moved to her chin.

Over the buzzing shower, he kissed her.

They sought the taste of one another, pressing parted mouths as if to say, Welcome home.

And they touched, carefully at first, his hands down her waist and hers up his cheeks. Then she shifted a bit closer, and her arms looped around his nape. As their stomachs pressed, he felt something akin to a flint igniting a spark—similar to his earlier intoxication, but better. Their mouths began to hasten, like they were in a rush to catch up with lost time.

He realized then that this wasn’t chaste.

He had learned what desire was like, and he had tried to incorporate love into it. None of his past efforts amounted to what he felt for her right now; it came so naturally that he had no need to try at all.

He shifted and pressed her back against the wall, eliciting a gasp from swollen lips. Wet skin rubbed against each other, and fervent kisses made hushed sounds.

They tore away, breathless and eye-to-eye, his thumbs caressing her waist. “Will you love me again?” he whispered over her lips.

She regarded him carefully. Then she moved one of his hands lower, past her hips. “I never stopped,” her breath warmed his face.

His heart, shriveled from years of hankering, finally bloomed.

He acted on her with devotion, and her eyelids soon fell heavy, wet fingers curling over his shoulders.

She breathed with tense lungs, graced his ears with little cries. Her body tightened, but her facial features were loose, hanging in front of him. He scrutinized this image of her for as long as he could withstand it. For as long as his skin wasn’t too hot and he could hold back from giving more.

And then the heat was too fiery, too much. He burned all over.

He lifted her legs off the watered floor and strained. He grunted with her sounds, muffled them with a collision of lips. Her fingers buried in the line of his middle back, and her body trembled as he wound her tight. Then she declared his name once more and fell at ease.

He followed in the mellowing, overcome with the sweet aftermath and a hint of tiredness. As their chests heaved, he guided her to meet the floor again.

“You okay?” he said.

“Yes,” she exhaled, leaning on his chest.

He rubbed her back soothingly and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Let’s get out of here.”

They each had one towel. He wrapped his around his waist, then he turned to her while she enveloped her body in rough fabric. After she tucked the corner of her towel in place, she noticed he was looking.

He had a thought.

He scooped her up in a bridal carry, earning a squeak of surprise. She put her arm around his shoulders and laughed. “What’s this?”

“My way of celebrating,”

“I like it,” she grinned and pressed closer to him, kissing his neck.

When they got to the room, he laid her in bed and remained on top of her. They undid each other’s towels slowly, gazes only tearing away to marvel at bare skin before they would lock eyes again. Hers were bright and glinting as she tucked a piece of his hair behind his ear.

“I love you,” she said. “I love you madly.”

He was certain it was in his eyes and that she could see it—his vulnerability, solely for her. “I love you more,” he said back.

Their lips molded against each other, and the bed molded into their shape. They lasted as long as the rest of the sunless morning.

✱

Her skin was warm under his lips. From her stomach, he crawled over to her face, and with her hands trailing up his shoulders, they finished with a soft kiss.

He rolled over to her side as they caught their breath. They pressed close to each other, and she pointed to his window. “The sun’s rising,”

He turned to see it: the pale blue sky with light orange bleeding from the bottom. And he looked at her again, thinking, Finally. We’re back.

“Got anything planned today?” he asked, stroking her hair.

She nestled closer, her nose poking his shoulder. “I’ll be moving into my apartment.”

“Where’s that?”

“In Shoto,”

“That’s near,” he shifted sideways, facing her.

“Mm-hmm. And it’s a little too big for one person.” She paused, averting her eyes from him. “Do you . . . happen to know any potential roommates?”

When she looked back at him, there was anticipation in her eyes. It made the corners of his lips twirl just the slightest bit.

“I know this guy,” he started, “but he sells bikes for a living. Might soil your stuff with grease.”

“Is he handsome?” she asked. “If he’s handsome, I can let it slide.”

He propped himself up on one arm, flexing his toned bicep. “You tell me,”

She studied him from head to torso, then she smiled. “I think he’s the sweetest man I know,”

“That doesn’t answer the question!”

Her wild cackle filled the room. “What can I say? He’s gorgeous. There’s no other person I’d want to share a place with.”

“Then it’s settled,”

As he leaned forward and kissed her, she cradled his face in her hands. His sorrow was discarded, taken light-years away, and with the abrupt shift of his world, he felt peace.

The sun will rise with the crescent shape of her lips, her outspread hair on his pillow. It will set with him basking in her light, her golden touch, her intimacy.

When they parted, her thumbs stroked his cheeks. “I’m home.”

He knew she was not talking about a place. Not a house, nor the city, nor the country. Homes tended to breathe, to have a beating heart—and hers reflected in her eyes, leaned lovingly into her fingertips.

He pulled her into his arms, where she rightfully belonged. And he whispered warmly, “Welcome home.”

✱

Oh, the dawn won’t stop weighing a tonne

I’ve done some things that I shouldn’t have done

But I haven’t stopped loving you once

— Arctic Monkeys, The Ultracheese

Meanwhile, Inui did make that call to Koko, baffling his poor friend when he picked up. Cue “Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High?” by AM.

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