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naoyaslut · 1 year

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Attitude Adjustment Feat. Ryuuguuji Ken

pairings: Draken x FemReader+18

synopsis: You see the way Draken looks at you and you purposely ignore him. He's off limits, it's the girl code. Draken is getting sick of your stuck-up attitude and plans to let you know how he feels about it.

warnings: is smut, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, penetration, Draken trying to be tough, cream pie, loosely edited, barely spellchecked

wordcount: 3,995

a/n: pretty sure this fic has been in my drafts for almost a year.... and I still did not like how it ended but I hope whoever reads it enjoys it! I'll probably be coming back to rework it when I'm up to it.

He was looking at you again, you could tell. You could literally feel the heat of his gaze on the side of your face. Swallowing the tightness that was threatening to strangle you, you adverted your gaze toward Baji who had called your name.

Squeezing the sturdy plastic of the blue solo cup in your hand, you swallowed the remnants of your mixed drink before shooting him a baffled look. Whatever he had said a moment earlier hadn’t even registered in your brain.

“What?” You asked in hopes of him repeating the question again.

“I asked if you wanted another drink,”

Huffing out a relieved breath of air, you shook your head before sitting your cup down on the counter.

“No, it's fine I think I’m going to head out.”

No one stopped you as you picked up your purse to sling it over your shoulder as if you were in a hurry, but Draken did speak up from the corner he was in.

“I’ll take you,” he said lowly. It was almost as if he didn’t want you to hear him, but you did.

The music was loud, and the room was already humid, and you doubt that anyone else heard him except you. No one was paying attention to anything but themselves.

Shooting Draken a glare, you declined before making a beeline to the front door of the apartment.

“It’s fine, I can walk.”

You weren’t expecting for him to follow you to the door and before you were able to open it, to pull you aside into one of the rooms down the hall. He shut the door behind the two of you, watching as you dropped your purse in surprise on the floor.

“What’s with the fucking attitude, huh?”

Ken’s oversized palm wrapped snugly around your windpipe ceased any settle movements that came after. You stared up at him, eyes glossy, cheeks flushed, and lips parted in surprise. Draken was a gentle giant, but when his frustration set it in, he got mean.

Your body shuddered in response to the feel of his warm hand against your skin, a nagging ache beginning to form in between your thighs. Your mind was foggy. You’re not even sure how you ended up whisked away into an empty room by the oversized blonde or what had gone down only moments before to warrant his full attention. Maybe he was getting tired of you playing hard to get, or maybe you let your tongue slip one too many times for his liking.

Draken was beautiful. You were undoubtedly attracted to him, but the bottom line was that you didn’t want to be. You felt guilty. Knowing that he and Emma had been a couple at one point, there was an unsaid rule between girlfriends. You wouldn’t want one of your friends to date one of your exes so soon after a breakup. You wanted to be respectful. So, you ignored him and avoided his heated gaze every chance you got. More often than not, you pretended that you weren’t even aware of his lingering eyes.

It wasn’t working. The more you ignored him, the more annoyed he got, and he found himself making his presence known, whether you liked it or not.

Swallowing the tightness that was forming in your throat, a free hand went up to pull Draken’s hand off your throat.

“I don’t have a fucking attitu-”

Before you could finish your sentence, the hand at the base of your throat grasped hold of your jaw squeezing your cheeks together.

“Watch your mouth,” he said, squishing your cheeks hard enough to cause your lips to pucker. “Pretty little things like you shouldn’t be cursing.”

Whining in complaint, you glared up at him as your hands rested around the thickest part of his forearm as if you were going to pull him off. But you didn’t. You waited to see if he’d let you go.

“When are you going to stop ignoring me?”

Your cheeks were set ablaze when you looked into his eyes, eyelids hooded and swimming with something dark. His attention blatantly shifting from your lips covered in a thin sheen of lip gloss, back to your eyes once...twice...three times.

Your shoulders slumped in defeat, with you deciding to turn your eyes away from his to avoid his intense glower.

“Ken, I’m not-”

Draken redirected your gaze back towards his with a thumb on the curve of your jaw interrupting you once again before you could finish your complaint.

“Bullshit.” he spat, guiding your chin up to expose the column of your throat. “You leave the room every single time I come in. You look away when I try to catch your attention, what’s wrong with you?"

By this time your head is swimming. The warmth from the shot of alcohol you drank no more than thirty minutes before resurfacing, reigniting the flame that had slightly fizzled out in your gut.

Huffing in mock annoyance, you shifted your feet putting all your weight on the ball of your other foot, your toes were starting to go numb.

“Ken, really. I’m not ignoring you.” This time you did meet his eyes, wedging your bottom lip in between your teeth hoping and praying that he’d buy it. Because you knew, both of you knew that if he made a move, you’d melt right into his hands.

Ken loosened the grip he had on your jaw, index finger skimming along your jugular warmth blooming underneath the rough pads of his fingertips as it danced along.

Ken held your gaze with a heated intensity, his thumb hovering over your bottom lip before pulling it from the confines of your teeth. He leaned in close, the stubble along his jaw tickling your cheek.

“You’re a shit liar.” His voice was low, almost sultry. The vibration sent an involuntary tremble down your spine, your stomach twisting into a tight knot as he pulled back, eyes half-mast to scrutinize your expression.

Biting back a groan you swallowed, hard. Somewhere along the way you had begun salivating, what felt like buckets of saliva threatening to seep out of the corners of your mouth.

“I’m- I’m not.” you squeaked pathetically, the heat from Draken’s proximity finally starting to take its toll, the rich scent of his cologne conjuring more throbbing between your thighs.

His lips curled up into a faint smile as he grasped hold of your jaw again, guiding your face up towards his own, his tongue darted out to dampen his own lips.

Your eyes darted from his down to his lips which were now glossy and shining underneath the dim light overhead.

And that’s when he made his move, his face creeping towards yours with his lips smashing against your own in a feral kiss. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip earning him a faint whimper.

You gave in, knees going weak as you laced your arms around his waist to pull his broad form closer to your own. You allowed him to ravage you to his liking heart sinking into your stomach at the feel of his growing erection pressed firmly against your abdomen.

“Draken,” you croaked. “We s-shouldn't.”

You could hear him tsk in annoyance as he pulled away from you latching onto your bicep to turn you so that your front was pressed firmly up against the wall. Gasping in surprise, you tried to look over your shoulder at Draken to complain.

“K-Ken what are you-”

He was pressed up against your backside, his much larger hand coming to cradle your throat to keep you in place.

“Just stay put, will you?”

His large hand found its way down over your abdomen into the band of your underwear before the tips of his fingers began to wander and prod at your slick soaked entrance.

Draken purred at the amount of arousal that seemed to seep out of you, using it to lubricate his fingers.

“Is this all for me?” He asked before shoving a finger inside of you. “It turn you on to play hard to get y/n?”

Inadvertently, you bucked your hips against him causing the digit to sink in further. Swallowing the saliva that had gathered in your mouth you whimpered out your next words.

“N-no it’s just that-” You cut yourself off in fear of ruining the heated interaction, a gasp of surprise escaping you as another finger joined the first the two of them curling inside of your warmth.

Whimpering under the assault, you couldn’t form not one cohesive thought as those thick fingers of his collided with your g-spot repeatedly. “A-ah, K-Ken…”

“What were you saying, baby?” Draken asked, burying his face in the column of your throat. “It’s either you want me, or you don’t take your pick.”

The knot that began to form in the pit of your belly began to tighten as his fingers continued to curl within you, eliciting another whimper from you as you looped an arm around Draken’s nape to pull him closer.

“W-want you,” you cried, again bucking your hips in tandem with his fingers.

Draken stopped the movement of his fingers abruptly, placing a soft kiss along the column of your throat and you whined in complaint.

“I don’t believe you,” He pulled his fingers from your underwear, drenched in your arousal, and shoved them into his mouth to lick them clean. “You’ve been acting like I don’t exist; I want you to beg for it, prove to me that you want it,”

Turning around in Ken’s arms so that you faced him, you stared up at him wide-eyed embarrassment flooding every fiber of your being. He was right. You had been ignoring him, but you had a good reason for it, right?

Blinking up at him, you pursed your lips as you watched the pink of his tongue gliding over his fingertips. Swallowing down the dryness in your throat, you leaned toward him pushing up so that you were on the tips of your toes.

“Ken, I want you,” you tried to sound as confident as possible, but you were able to detect a small waiver in your voice that caused Ken to smile down at you while pulling his fingers from between his lips. “Please,”

Planting both of his hands on the wall beside your head, Draken leaned down toward you once again so that the tip of his regal nose grazed against your own.

“You sure?” he asked, drawing more near his lips skimming lightly over your own.

You considered his actions to be borderline teasing. It wasn’t borderline, he was teasing you after he had so closely had you brimming on the edge of an orgasm only moments earlier.

Rather than answer him with words, you encircled your arms around his neck and again pulled him down into you taking his lips in your own.

Pulling away from you briefly, Draken took one of your hands in his and lead you toward the bed further toward the back of the room. Sitting you down on the edge, he knelt in front of you placing one of his large hands on the back of your head to pull you into a kiss.

Licking back towards the back of your throat, his free hand wandered underneath the hem of your tank fingertips brushing over the underside of your breasts.

When Draken pulled away from you, it felt as if some sort of haze had begun to cloud your judgment. Ken was big and although he sat between your parted thighs on the bed, he still towered over you, making him appear almost giant-like.

You were out of breath and swooning underneath him, reveling in the warmth that protruded from his fingertips.

“Ken,” you sounded needy, your hands grasping at the hem of the hoodie that he was wearing. You were almost desperate to feel his skin against your own.

“Take this off,”

Draken’s own hands tugged at the hem of your top, slowly pulling it up over your abdomen and over your head.

Tossing your top aside, he sucked in a breath before leaning in to take a perky nipple into his mouth rolling it gently between his teeth.

Gasping in surprise at the tingling sensation that shot down your spine and down into your toes you tossed your head back grabbing a fist full of his ponytail.

“God, your tits are perfect. You know that?” he hummed into breasts taking the time to take the other neglected nipple into his mouth swirling his tongue around the pert bud.

“Ah, D-Draken… don’t tease me please,” bringing your gaze back to him lapping at your breasts, you brought your bottom lip back into your mouth nibbling on it in anticipation.

Once he had his fill of your tits he pulled back to lean back into you, shoving his tongue back in your mouth while leaning over you forcing you to lie flat on the mattress.

Pulling apart from the sloppy kiss, he trailed his thick fingers down the soft planes of your abdomen to pull down the hem of your skirt over your thighs and down your legs.

It seemed as if he were taking his time with you, his fingers dancing over every inch of your skin causing a hint of heat to bloom under your skin as he removed yet another piece of your clothing. Once he pulled your underwear off your legs throwing them aside you were damn near a whimpering mess.

“K-Ken! Come on… I feel like I’m going to explode,” propping yourself up on your elbows you stared bleary-eyed down at the blonde at the end of the bed, gasping in surprise when he began to peel off the oversized t-shirt he was wearing.

Once your vision cleared, you were able to set your sights on all that was Draken Ryuuguuji. He was all lean sinewy muscle, the picture-perfect model for washboard abs that had you biting back an involuntary whimper.

Ken smiled brilliantly, flashing the wide set of perfectly aligned teeth he had before his eyes raked over your naked form. Grasping at the back of your thigh, he pinned it to your chest before smiling smugly.

“Don’t be a brat, we don’t have a lot of time before the others try barging in here.”

Lowering himself so that he was leaning in at the apex of your thighs, he kissed the inside of your thigh before dragging his tongue up the middle of your slick to fix his mouth around the pulsing bud of your clit.

Both of your thighs snapped shut like a finely lubricated jaw predator old trap that had just been triggered, the warm wet friction of his tongue lapping against your clit sending your tingling nerves into overdrive.

You bit down so hard on the plush of your bottom lip stifling the screech that nearly tumbled from your lips, you tasted iron wafting over the pallet of your tongue. Your back arched off the mattress in a well-practiced “c”, one of your free hands slapping itself over your mouth to smother your own whimpers.

He was driving you over the edge already. He wasted no time in giving your clit the utmost attention, tongue swirling around the bundle of nerves while his fingers found their way backside you.

His tongue issued quick wet snaps to your over-sensitized clit while his fingers curled once more to have at your g-spot. You were a real mess, tears tumbling from the corners of your eyes while you tried to keep your voice down.

You wanted to sing for him, you really did but managed to refrain from screaming like you were being devoured by some flesh-eating zombie.

Draken groaned appreciatively between your thighs, the vibration from the timber in his voice making your body got rigid with anticipation. You could feel your abs tightening almost painfully, the rolling waves from your orgasm hitting you smack dab in the pit of your gut.

All the remaining air from your lungs was knocked free your throat constricting against the lack of air in a soundless screech of pleasure.

Draken’s fingers relented once a gush of arousal seeped from your core, his mouth replacing them and his tongue lapping up every drop that he was being offered. He sighed in contentment, pulling back while he began to fumble with the thick belt cinched around his waist.

His fingers danced around the buckle until he pulled it free to tug his dark-washed jeans down over his muscled thighs. His rigid cock sprang free, his right hand fisting the appendage tightly eliciting a strained moan from those plump pink lips of his.

He wasted no time slipping between your thighs and guiding the bulbous tip of his dick between the slick folds of your labia. Once the head found your slit, he sank into you slowly groaning in approval at the warmth your cunt provided him.

He was gentle at first, his hips slowing to a complete stop once he noticed your legs had begun to shake underneath him.

His dark eyes hazy with need dropped down over your face, where he noticed your features were scrunched up and tense but relaxed once he stopped moving.

Opening your eyes to greet his, you tucked your bottom lip into your mouth blinking away the glassy sheen that was now covering your vision.

Ken was big. He was big and broad… and that didn’t escape one of the heaviest parts of him attempting to force its way inside of you.

“Relax,” his voice was soothing, but there was a strained undertone that told you that he was obviously trying his best to hold back.

“I am,” you whimpered, (pathetically at that.) at the way your body molded around him desperate to pull him in further but at the same time preventing him from going any further.

You weren’t a virgin by any means… but the dull aching stretch of Draken splitting you open made you feel like one again.

After taking his advice, canines pinching the skin of your lower lip into your mouth you let out a gruff sigh of relief once he was buried inside of you your walls hugging him snugly within your warmth.

You could hear him mumbling under his breath, his much larger hand drifting from the underside of your thigh until it was gripping at the curve of your hip. His fingers dripped into the skin enough causing it to dimple while he leaned over you allowing you to adjust to his size.

“You alright?” he asked. He squeezed lightly at the fat around your thigh before he lowered himself to hover over you, to bury his nose in the column of your throat.

“M’hm,” Your response was barely audible, your thighs beginning to quake at the feel of Draken beginning to roll his hips against you.

The friction was welcome, it felt so good. But the rumble of his baritone voice against you told you that you weren’t in for a bout of slow baby-making lovemaking.

“Don’t expect me to take it easy on you,” he rolled his hips against you once more before slowly inching his hips back so that he slipped out of your warmth. “Not with how you’ve been treating me for the past couple of months,”

“K-Ken,” you complained, your hips wriggling in anticipation while his other hand grasped at the opposite hip.

You sounded pathetic. You really did but the thing was that you didn’t care. You were well beyond ignoring Draken, hell he was about to be nine inches deep inside you and there was nothing you planned on doing to stop him.

Draken pistoned his hips forward eliciting a strangled yelp from you as you were again forced to adjust to his girth.

“You’re going to be quiet, right?” he asked, the tips of his fingers digging firmly into the flesh of your thighs.

You nodded wordlessly; eyes glossy from the tears that were covering your eyes in a faint sheen.

“As much as I want to hear you scream, I need you to keep it down, alright?”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you nodded again the ball of fire residing in the pit of your gut reigniting at the sultry tone of his voice.

Draken’s hips shifted again gliding out of you with ease before he shifted forward once again. Every push and pull of his hips created a loud squelching that made the heat creeping up your back extend all the way to the tips of your ears.

It sounded… messy. Although you couldn’t see where the two of you were connected, you could feel a mess slipping down your inner thighs.

The pace he set wasn’t slow, but it wasn’t fast either. The strokes were deep and deliberate, and you purposely bit down on your tongue to keep yourself from screaming at the top of your lungs from each powerful thrust.

The grip on your hips tightened while he digs deeper, his raspy voice singing out sultry praises the harder he plunged into you.

“You’re doing so good baby,” Draken groaned, once more finding himself lowering so that he was hovering over your form. “That little cunt is gripping me so good,”

“Ken…” you cried out desperation lacing your cracking voice, while your arms fixed themselves around his neck to close the fleeting distance between the two of you.

Something else was happening. You gripped him tighter as your abdomen contracted a burst of warmth expanding in your gut, the tip of his swollen manhood knocking against your cervix.

“K-Ken,” you cried, your body teetering right on the edge of another orgasm.

Your breath began to hitch once more when your insides began to tighten around him clinging onto him as if to suck him in further, another orgasm ripping through your form followed by a breathless mewl that was way louder than it should have been.

“F-fuck!”

Draken continued to drive into you, reaching his own limit shortly after you, spilling thick ropes of cum inside your abused hole and not daring to pull out until he went soft inside you.

Sitting up and resting on his haunches, Draken stared down at you in a daze his eyes still blown wide in surprise. Those brown eyes of his ran over your naked form, the way you had thrown your forearm over your face as if you were trying to hide in shame.

His large palm resting itself on the toned planes of your stomach startled you into uncovering your face to stare up at him with wide teary eyes still out of breath and slowly coming down from your orgasm.

You couldn’t believe that it finally happened. You gave into Ken Ryuuguuji just like you said you wouldn’t. But seeing him now, like this… he didn’t seem too intimidating.

“Going to stop ignoring me?” he asked, while working to get himself back decent.

Nodding slowly, you swallowed around the lump that was sitting in your throat.

“Alright,” Pulling his sweat top back over his head, he stood to pick up the articles of clothing that belonged to you sitting them on the bed beside him. “Let’s get you dressed,”

You allowed him to assist you, quietly listening to the lack of sounds coming from the next room. The music had stopped playing not too long ago, and you doubted that everyone was heading home for the evening already.

“Ken…” you asked quietly, your gaze dancing toward the room door that had been closed.

“Hm?” Ken hummed in acknowledgment before pulling you up so you were standing in front of him. His hands rested on your hips, brown eyes watching as nibbled on your bottom lip.

“Whose room is this?”

A loud bang sounded on the door; Baji’s loud abrasive voice was heard in the distance.

“Draken! You better not be fuckin’ anyone on my bed, I just washed my sheets!”

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