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chrissshub · 2 years

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LUST A.K.A THE HEART’S YEARNING

FT. KEN “DRAKEN” RYUGJI

PAIRINGS: Plug!Draken x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 5.6k

cw: dubcon, use/mention of marijuana, public sex, vouyerism, slight exhibition, fingering, grinding, riding, overstimulation, premature ejaculation, cervix fucking

XOXO, CHRIS: I know it’s been a little minute since I wrote for tr but let this make up for it, ‘kay?

Within the haze of flashing lights and wispy spirits of smoke around the room or maybe even the weed baking in his system but…he swears you’re an angel.

In a room full of people, drinks, laughter, all he sees is you.

You in the pretty yellow dress standing from across the room, taking on the role of observer rather than a participant. That pert glossy pout that puckers whenever a free spirit wanders too close your way. It might even be the glint in your eyes begging to save you from the madness.

And maybe fate’s begging for him to play your knight in shining armor but for now, it’s taking a lot for Draken to focus strictly on you.

Left and right is all he’s got and both his left and right are compromised by pesky customers and drunken girls itching for a taste of him. It’s easy—too easy for someone of integrity to fall into the pit of content.

He needs a challenge, just the right person to make him question his very ways. It’s a gamble but he’s betting even the thought on you. His hands sink into the flimsy leather cushion, the six-foot-four hull of a man rising to the air. Just Draken’s presence alone is enough to turn heads.

Yet should the sole of his boot even hit the ground, he’s suffering beneath the most sickening of stares. Hues of blue, green, brown, and not a single one could amount to what yours holds in stores.

He’s gaining on you, cutting into your world with just a few feet to spare. This isn’t like Draken at all—breaking his silence just to be known to one person. He’s usually okay with letting those that pique his interest pass him by—but for a special case like you, the risk’s worth taking. It’s that bet he’s made to himself, wishing that you’d be just what he needs.

Draken’s suffering beneath more than just those stares, he’s succumbed to symptoms of suspense. Waves of heat

Slicked with the sweat of nerves, his hand slipped deep into his pockets, clutching at the inner black cotton of his sweatpants. Ringing ears replace the shuddering bass of the stereo and his poor heart is laced with the heaviest pangs.

It takes your presence to ease Draken from his thoughts. Just to see you leaned against the room’s white wall, arms folded behind the curve of your spine without a care for disturbance—his disturbance.

Draken brings his tongue to the soft plush of his lips, a single wet drag combing at the shielded confidence. He has to talk to you. Being near you wasn’t enough to satiate that urge bubbling in the depth of his tummy. Words, a laugh, even a staged cough would do, just something had to escape him.

“Having fun?”

That’s the first thing that comes to his mind. It’s a simple question, one that actually holds more meaning than he’d expect. Draken’s anxious to pick at your mind, take you and whatever courses through that pretty brain of yours as his own.

And the very question he’s doubting wasn’t in vain—He’s gained your attention, your sights finally settling onto his. The twinkle in your eyes already soothes him, offering him a chance to drop that reinforced guard he wears.

He can feel it, his heart slowing, his ears drowning out the world to take in yours. Your head falls into a tilt, lips pursed and prepared to offer him some reply.

“Fun?…gonna have to get back to you on that. It’s an experience, though.”

A smile ends your response to him but begins Draken’s intrigue in you. Your lips curl so perfectly that it’s almost breathtaking, an artwork he’s blessed to admire.

He’s sold— falling over himself over a smile. Draken’s made up his mind—you’re the one he wants. It’s shown all through his body. His shoulders finally lose that tense waiver of dominance, his eyes ease from his usual sweltering gaze just to match your own.

Now he’s really looking for the words, something to keep you inclined to him. “I kinda noticed you over here. Just leaning back and taking it all in. Thought I’d join you.”

“I will take the company…Draken, right?”

A brow perks at your words. To say he’s surprised is an understatement of sorts but that still won’t replace the truth from his mind. Truth is, Draken is shocked that you know him. He isn’t one to judge from looks but he knows someone like you shouldn’t know someone like him.

“You know who I am?”

“ ‘Course I do. Draken,” your lips curling into a grin. “You’re the campus plug who barely says more than he has to. I hear all the girls talking about you.”

There’s a certain delight that breaks across Draken. It’s all over his face. The frown he’s prone to wearing sheds into a grin and the pale sheen of his skin bleeds with an amusing blush.

That’s all he needs to break character—to know that you’re aware of who he is. You know exactly what kind of business he’s set deep into, all the trouble that’s bound to find him…but here you are, giving the man a smile worth more than he’s ever sold.

It’s no wonder why he’s so anxious. You’re perfect, all he wants but shouldn’t have. It’s selfish of him to want you. The wandering eyes of others fall onto you both, selfishness turns protection at the flick of a switch.

He’s racking through his brain to find the next topic, something to keep you in his presence for just a second longer. But all it takes is the bat of your lashes to shatter whatever composure Draken held. Suddenly, he‘s craving the warmth of your thighs around his waist, your nails etching into his skin, the heat of your lips smothering against his own.

His mouth may have run dry with what to say but his thoughts are dripping with lust. Draken’s searching for some way to mark you as his own. All he can conjure up is breaking away from the scene, away from whoever and whatever threatens his intentions for you.

“You wanna…go outside with me? Better than being stuck inside this place?” The suggestion endowing his slender digits pointing towards the beckoning door.

“Sure,” you hum, offering the man another modest curl of your lips.

At your lead, Draken’s following right behind you. He feels driven to be in all honesty. He’s hanging on every inch of you, taking in the delicate sway of your hips, the soft mumbles of excuses and thanks blessing the air; everything. It’s something he’s only ever heard about from others caught in Cupid’s arrow, the tunnel vision befalling his blown pupils.

For the first time in his life, he’s in a room full of people and his attention is set on you alone.

The groupie girls, pestering customers, all disappear the moment he’s in reach of the front door. The frame becomes a portal to him, introducing Draken to another world. The night’s brisk wind pulls him from his reflections and right back into the reality he’s worked for—you at his side and away from all that wasn’t him.

He’s leaned against the house’s white beam just to watch you settle onto the porch couch, your body sinking into the plush cushions. Or the way your hands fall into a polite fold over your plump thighs, tugging at the clingy yellow dress adorning you.

“Y’know, you’ve been looking at me like that all night.”

“Like what?” the coy nature laces within his voice.

He can’t play dumb for long, he knows that. Shame crowds, faint prickles of heat surfacing at the highs of his cheeks.

“‘M sorry if I’ve been, it’s just that you’re so pretty I can’t help myself. I just like good girls, y’know?”

He’s managed to steal a giggle from your lungs, his eyes hinged over the toothy smile consuming your lips. Though, silence falls over you and Draken, leaving the bare flickers of stares to fill the space.

He’s avid to keep you alone for as long as time wills it. You’re on a whole different level than what he’s used to. He understands it’ll take more than a few smooth words and smirks to keep your attention, a fact he’s prepared for.

“Mm, here, I’ve got something for us, if you wouldn’t mind.”

Draken’s got the better of himself with the haste he carries and the suggestion put into the air. He’s so excited to have you alone that the adrenaline’s made him nothing but a drunken fool. Setting himself beside you wasn’t the issue, it’s what he’s had yet to consider, what it means for him to move nothing but sheer instinct.

You’re so much closer than before, so much that his brain can’t help but spiral on a dizzying spree. Your warmth brushed against his leg, the faint scent of your perfume reaching his nose.

To ground himself, Draken’s hand stinks deep into the pockets of his black sweatpants. The bare curve of his digits catch onto the sole remedy to the fool he’s made of himself thus far. The muffled ripple of the frail paper rattles in his hold, Draken perked onto the treasure he’s set to indulge.

“Uh…have you ever…smoked weed before?”

“No,” the tinge of reluctance clings to the last letter.

“Do you wanna try it now…with me? Only if you feel up to–”

“I don’t mind. I’ve been so interested in it lately, why not try it with the best of the best?”

You really shouldn’t have said that. Though, it’s not your fault that you aren’t aware of what you’ve done to the man.

Right before your very eyes, the college’s enigma plug…is blushing…at your hand. The swarm of red engulfs the tips of his nose and the high cushions of his cheekbones. He’s even shaking now as he dips back for the lighter.

“Y-You–uh– wanna take a hit?” he mumbles, flickering the sliver wheel of the lighter. The flare of flames brushe along the twisted head of the blunt, the heat catching onto its prey. The immediate smell of musk hits the air and fills your nose, violent stings attacking your innocent awareness.

You can’t help but observe Draken from beside you as he places the tanned end to his lips. He’s so calm compared to you. Nothing’s interfering with him, not the heat consuming the blunt, not the smell that wrecks your senses, not even the thick cloud of smoke that threatens his very sight. his to the trivial task.

Through all that, he still isn’t breaking.

“Put this end in your mouth,” he directs, hovering the end about your mouth. You give a single nod of compliance before parting your lips around the filter, sealing it within the plush pout.

“Like this?” your muffled inquiry chiming towards his ears. Draken can’t hide his amusement. The chuckle that barrels from his lungs is great but the smile gracing his lips couldn’t begin to compare.

You’re cute, the cutest girl he’s had at his side. Something so simple as your urge for assurance pulled more care from his heart than he believed to carry.

“Just like that, Gorgeous. ’M gonna light this part here again ‘nd when you feel even the slightest bit of heat, inhale and hold it in, ‘kay.”

At the sudden strike of the smoke building in your lungs, a heavy cough is all you can retract. Licks of staggering stings dance along your lash line, the webbing tears colling the roused heat beneath your skin. His hand lays along your hunched back, the pads of his thumbs softly swirling about your hunkered spine.

Out of courtesy, Draken’s hand reaches to retrieve the blunt from the weary hold you carry over it.

“No, no sweetheart. Lemme show you.”

The tips of his digits set along the filter of the blunt, tugging the bit from the tight pout of your lips. With a grin, he welcomes to fill his hefty lungs, his chest rising only for the tunnel of his lips to push

In the corner of his eyes is when he’s noticing it, your lips grazing along his own. Just between the sliver of what sight his squint gives him, he’s blessed to see the thick cloud of smoke streaming from his mouth into your own. The dusting about your lips, down to the thinned glare of your eyes.

“Where’d you learn that at?” He’s spitting out, the lids of his eyes breaking their narrow glare.

“I saw it in a video once. I look pretty cool, so—”

The last bit of your thoughts have no chance of escape the moment Draken leans in. He’s finally at his limit, that slick move of yours bringing him to his own end.

At the alarming smother of your cushiony lips, he’s whimpering a song of relief. Soft, delicate, gentle is all Draken is, his lips catching onto yours. He’s doing his best to hold onto the lit joint, but only the heavens know how desperate he is to touch you.

Draken’s the first to pull away, capturing another drag of smoke with a jumbling statement.

“I’m gonna teach you everything I know, Pretty.”

He’s swift to invite you upon his thigh, pulling the arch of your spine to rest along his chest. His mind leads him to elsewhere, lust consuming his every move. He’s tugging at your dress with rich desire.

All he needs is the subtle lift of your hips to continue his endeavors, bringing the hem to rest along your waist. Just as he’s got you right in his mist, Draken’s reminded of what his goal truly was, the very thing that’s brought you to him.

“I got you. Just breathe it in and out. ‘M all you need to relax right now.”

You decide to take him on for all he’s worth. The trust you put into Draken seals itself the moment your lips clasp around the blunt. The clouds of smoke flood your senses, striking every bit of your body into a new tune. A burst of heat swallows you in, consuming your body in waves of blissful adrenaline. Your eyes hang low, the muscles loosen from their trained form, and your thoughts are free of any true restriction.

You can finally notice it, the world around you in a different light. The night’s wind cuts cleaner against your skin, and the strums of Draken’s fingers along your clit sank into the very depths of your core.

“Good, do it again fr’ me” he’s praising, burying his boyish smile within the crook of your neck. The fresh build of smoke from your lungs sweeps over his skin, free of laggard breaths or deathly heaves. He’s pleased—more than pleased with how quickly you’ve picked up the craft. He can feel it too, the change of your chest easing off the tension with each pull you take.

You’re a quick learner, a quality he can’t but admire. He has to do it now, show some gratitude for your quick ways. That’s why the heavy hold upon your hips wanders far off into forbidden places, dusting along the ridges of your black panties. His lips come to nip at the curve of your ear, the fan of his breath grazing over your flushed skin.

“See, it’s not so bad. Lemme reward you, it’s what you deserve.”

The pads of his fingers slip past the plush fat of cunt’s lips to rest heavily against your clit, the faint thumps of your heart melding into his touch. He’s lusting after you, yet reduced to using your pussy to satiate the hunger. He’s gentle with you, pulling at a lick of his force to tease your clit into a daring swirl. His digits pass over the cute bulb with delicate care, ensuring that every nerve beneath his touch knows of his care.

Draken’s drinking it all in—the swelling heat of your clit, the cute twitches falling frail at his touch, all now finally in his grasp. He’s so far gone into his fantasy that he’s almost missed the little squeak cracking from your voice.

“D-Dra..Ken,” the slurs of your voice breaking the air. “Am I ‘pose to feel…like this?”

Draken’s trail of pecks breaks away from the pulse of your neck, his lips needing to rest right along your jaw. His kisses come with a smirk, the very curve of his lips etching into your skin.

“Aww, like what, Baby? Gotta tell so I can fix it.”

“Heavy, like I really need something…now.”

Chuckles burst from Draken’s chest. The pads of his fingers slip from the honeyed warmth of your walls to cup at your clit, bestowing a flutter of pinches upon the raw bud.

“Feelin’ it here, right? That’s what it does to you. Don’t you think I’m feeling it too?”

All it takes is a second for you to fully compute Draken’s words. He’s right, he is feeling that same longing pull, that same sensation of all his blood rushing to fill out every inch of his cock. That alone could explain the sitting snug between the plush curve of your ass.

He’s pulling you to face him, that same greed driving him mad. You’re forced to press the swells of your chest against his own, closing any and all space existing between you both.

The look on his face has you eager—dark eyes blown with lust, a grin smeared from corner to corner, all with his skin thrown into a blushed fury. It’s a cute display for him to put on, all his wants and desires laid bare. You’re eager to accept his offer, unsure of how strong your own urges were set to grow.

“Now, I can fix it for the both of us. You just gotta tell me what you want, and it’s all yours.”

“But what if someone sees us?” you offer as a rebuttal.

“So?” He scoffs heavily. “ They’re just gonna know you’re all mine. No other way I’d have it.”

That’s all you really needed to hear, Draken’s word bringing some sense of reassurance. Lithe hands are quick to settle along the broad strip of his shoulders, joining the melding silhouette your bodies create. It’s almost mindless how you move about the man.

It’s a heavy daze but you can’t help it, the ache sitting between your legs is for Draken to ease and him alone. So when your fingers inch to tug at the waistband of his sweats, he isn’t set on denying you. He’s helping you, dipping his hips until the constricting band sits midway of his thighs.

The heavy curve of his cock strikes the lips of your cunt, sinking through the puffy mounds. He’s nuzzled so deep between your folds that you can feel everything he’s enduring—every twitch, every pulse, even the fizzing heat consuming the fat tip.

The thought alone is too much for you to handle, knowing that the plump lips of your pussy are babying every bit of Draken’s throbbing fat length with messy kisses.

Restless is the first to set in, leaving guilt to follow. It’s a picture-perfect moment for you, sitting in the arms of the most coveted man on campus. Yet with the weight of his length smothering your clit like this, time could only ever be your worst enemy.

Friction is what you’re chasing, desperate to relish the sheer heat of all that is Draken. It’s no wonder that your hips press against him, burying himself within the fat of your pussy. You can’t look him in the eye for what’s to come, but you can’t help it. That same heat he’s feeling is ruining your composure, leaving you to search for some quick alternative.

Your hips pick at the slowest and taunting of paces, pitting your puffy pussy to strum along Draken’s length. You can’t help the gasp that escapes from your throat, selfless whimpers dribbling into the crisp night air. Your folds cling to the plumped veins, the slicked sheets etched with the thickened curves.

The vast palm of his hands crash upon the curve of your ass, his digits gripping onto the rippling fat. He’s forced to ground you, pinning you still upon his bare thighs. Amidst the heavy huffs and gasping whimpers comes the realization, your eyes falling in line with Draken’s.

“S-Shit, slow down Y/N! Just gimme a sec –fuck!”

He’s red. It’s the first thing you notice. He’s red with the blend of lust and exhaustion left to consume his visage whole. He’s almost sensitive to the touch, his skin roused by the slightest fan of your breath.

It’s embarrassing of him to admit it too, the reason why he’s caught in such heat. Draken’s enthused by you, the anticipation thick across his mind. Reality’s never been so good to him, blessing the likes of him with fantasy like you.

“W-We can sit like this all night, but we both know how it’s gonna end…right? I mean, your pussy’s just begging to be stretched. ‘M not even inside and you already feel so good like this.”

His voice comes as a form of rapture for your eased self of mind, the deep slur of words guiding you deeper into your high. A flurry of nods spill from your head. The drunk sobs of misery rip from your lungs. The lust inside you is reaching its breaking point, a point where only bubble babbles and whimpers give way to your true desires.

“I want it, I know I do. Fuck me, Draken…please?”

Draken’s hand gravitates to comfort you, his digits cupping at your chin. He’s pressing just one last kiss over your swollen lips for good measure, a blissful sigh slipping from his chest.

“Shhh, don’t go crying on me. Gonna put it in...just like this…”

He’s easy with you, handling your body with the utmost care. His hands bring your hips to hover above the dribbling slit of his cock, the fat tip plugging at your entrance. His hips fall into a mindless habit, coaxing you to open up to him with lazy bucks.

Bit by bit, you’re easing to his advances, your slit latching onto the head at last. A single drive of his hips is enough to close the distance between your bodies, the clasp of skin crackling through the air. His cock’s dragging inside you, licking your walls into a roused flutter.

“I can feel it, ‘m stretching you out, aren’t I, Pretty girl?”

It’s a fact he knows too. Truth is, he is stretching you out well, bullying your walls to take every bit of him. He’s aware of what he's asking of you. He knows just how fat his shaft can be when he’s like this, how thick his veins can become utterly flushed with blood, even the pretty pink crown that’s grazing past your sweet spot.

There’s a hellish burn crowding at your poor slit, the pricks of heat melding into the sweetest pleasure. You’re inviting him to fill every inch of your pussy apart, so much so that your back’s taking comfort in the enduring arch befalling your spine. It’s so much to take and too much to hold, but all the little cute noises of your pussy gargling around Draken’s cock make up for all the hardships he’s laid before you.

Hunger leaves you without a lick of patience. He’s already so deep that you can’t help it, the urge for relief looming near. Your hips are left to fall into a gentle rock, pitting his girth to writhe against your sticky walls. Each swirl of your hips pulls him deeper, so deep that the fat head has no choice but to nuzzle at your cervix.

“Oh, just look at you. Takin’ me so well, Baby. But shit…I wanna fuck you too, y’know,” he’s muttering in ear. You can’t even form a word before Draken slams you down to the flat of his lap. He’s sneaky now, wearing the very grin he’s met you with. He has you wrapped around his finger, his pretty muse longing for some form of relief.

His motive’s simple, really; to fuck you so good that he becomes all you ever want.

So it’s no wonder that he’s playing with you like this, using the hold upon your ass to lazily bounce you on his cock. It’s nowhere near what you need but having the heavenly fat of his underside grazing past your sweet spot came close enough.

He’s desperate to get you drunk off him before he’s started with you. Before he can slouch back against the green paisley patterned cushion, before he can lift your hips just high enough in his care.

A passing glance is all Draken can afford to give you in his fleeting moments of composure, his darkened hues taking in the rare sight before him—you hanging on by the very hair of reality.

“I’m gonna fuck you so full,” is all the words Draken lets you hear before he’s back to plugging your pussy to the brim. At the very curl of his hips, he’s sinking deeper and deeper inside you, flushing out the latent rush of heat within your walls. His hips impose fluid rolls to overwhelm you with a reaching endeavor, his cock dressed in feverish drive.

He’s snapping back into you with timely haste, pulling the lewd crashes of skin through the heightened air. You’re just too tight for his mind to handle, too warm for his true self to remain hidden any longer. He’s overwhelmed your poor pussy with each stride he takes, a pushing tide settling in tune with his hips, burying himself to the hilt.

Whether he’s willing to admit it or not, there’s something about you that mentally breaks Draken. Maybe it’s the cute pout you’re wearing, the cries of his name rolling off your laxed tongue, or the way you squeeze at his aching cock that has the man cracking under the heat of it all.

He’s grown insistent on drowning you in everything that’s him, every stride to strip along your walls, every circle his thumbs draw into your skin, even down to the very breath he’s fanning across the crook of your neck.

He’s even going as far as to ditch his known persona of few words for sobs and uncontrollable songs of groans for the night. All he can do is blame you and that pretty pussy he’s falling for that’s sucking him for all he’s worth.

At your touch, Draken’s reduced to a shell of himself. The heaving breaths, uncontrollable twitches seizing his thighs, that knot in his belly begging to come undone.

Draken knows you’re close. He knows the signs all too well—your lungs barely grasping air, your eyes settoff onto a rolling tour, the tremors that quake throughout your strained spine.

He’s also keen on that fact of how close he is too, the heat in his veins fizzling to the surface of his skin. The gummy clasp you hold over his cock pulls a twitch deep from within the heavy bloat of his balls. Yet, all it takes is for the single flutter of your walls to bring his wishes to fruition.

“‘M…’m gonna cum…holy shit, you’re gonna make me cum so hard, Y/N!”

It’s taking all of Draken’s strength to part with your pussy. All the warmth dressed around him is gone the moment his hips drop from your own. He isn’t given a bit of mercy before waves of ecstasy break across his body, forcing the thick ropes of white to gush from his throbbing tip.

The shimmering fat of his length tells all that needs to be known, the tanned skin glistening with sheets of your essence and his cum. Even the heaving hulls of air he’s longing to grasp furthers the story.

However, curiosity gets the better of you, guiding your hand to slip between both your bodies. The tips of your fingers drift about the messy fixture that’s been made of Draken’s poor cock. It’s not until your touch reaches the base of laid hairs that you finally take charge, lithe fingers building a fist around the slicked girth.

“C’mon, I was so close too. Just go a little bit longer, please?”

Your woes catch onto Draken’s ears. The guilt’s clouding his heart. He can’t take it, seeing you bat your dewed lashes in misery he brought upon. By his own hands, he’s planning to make amends. The grip he sets along your ass drifts to cup beneath your legs, bringing the supple fat of your thighs to bracket his own.

“I know, I know. G-Go on then…fuck yourself, Beautiful.”

A whimper cuts through the grit of Draken’s teeth. He’s weak at the infallible bliss your pussy holds. He’s barely gotten hold of his crumbling reality but the pumping drive of your fist had any and all integrity tossed to the wind.

“W-Wait, Wait, I just need a sec—”

In your ears, you’ve heard all that needs to be said. It’s greed that compels you to teeter above his poised twitching bellhead, brushing the sensitive tip with the webbed gasp of your slit.

Your own anticipation wasn’t near enough to prepare Draken. With a sudden drop of your hips and he’s introduced to your lustful warmth all over again. He’s fitting in with such ease now, that rich burn reduced to a messy squeal of rushing slick.

It’s almost unbeknownst to you how keen you’ve become for release. You have yet to notice, how every drop of your hips snuffs the bullying chub of Draken’s cock, or the wreckage you’ve made of him. He’s sobbing, tears of an empty bliss spilling down his cheeks. It’s only joining the steady streams of drool dripping from the puffy pout on his lips.

He can feel it, the swift rush of blood flooding his veins once more. He’s growing inside you, carving your walls to match every bit of his length like his personal toy. He knows you feel it too, your widening eyes shattered at the breaking realization. You’ve become sloppier with the pivoting falls too, your hips bearing a perilous cadence.

“F-Fuck, right there! I’m cumming, Draken. I-I’m–”

It’s a timely manner when you finally reach that deserved high. Just when he’s finally filled his cock with lust is what brings your pussy to a stumbling shudder around Draken, encasing him in a fluttering hold. A stripping wave consumes you whole, leaving your legs numb in its wake.

And just like that, you’re mocking his very own tremble, a tremor so strong you can’t do anything but fall into his beckoning warmth. You’re like putty in Draken’s care, your body limp and spent from every ounce of recoverable energy.

Draken’s hand rips from your ass to brace his cock, the uncaring fist breaking the shared bond from your messy cunt. He can’t believe it, how just a few strides of your hips strokes has him fucked dumb and ready to cum all over again.

As badly as he’d love to ruin your womb, he’s settling for the cute pucker of your hole to lay waste to the ropes of white ripping from his slit.

“S-Shit, look at what you did to me, Y/N. Made me cum so soon,” he’s shivering with a weary grin. He has all rights too, considering the mess you’ve made out of each other. Streaks of white dripping between the mounds of your ass, his thighs coated in the heavenly gloss of your essence. It’s a beautiful mess, one that he couldn’t have made without you.

Your hands paw at the curve of his shoulders, calling upon what force you had to meet his drowsy dark hues with your own.

“I’m sorry, did I overdo—”

Your words are cut short by the sight your eyes fixated themselves onto. It’s simple, Draken expressing the very peak of his exhaustion. Yet, it’s everything you’ve had yet to see from the enigma he’s known as.

It’s Draken with a selfless smile on his lips as he hums to himself. It’s Draken, the campus plug with the feathery black strands of hair cascading along the curve of his jaw and the prominent bulb of his throat bobbing with each breath he pulls into his lungs. It’s shameful to admit it but just having the raw form of him beneath welcomed a familiar heat to swell at your tummy.

“I could…um…go for more…more of the blunt of course,” you mutter slowly, your eyes catching onto the bright grin curling at the corners of his lips.

“Oh yeah?” He’s chuckling as he picks his head up from the couch’s frame.

His sights land him, you cradled in his arms and the very blunt still clinging between his fingertips. With a sigh, he’s brushing off the built column of ash attached to the joint.

Whether it be lust, love, or none of the above, all Draken knows is that he’s far from finished with you. Not after tonight, not after tomorrow, and maybe not ever. But for now, all he can do is bring the bud of his blunt to his lips, welcoming fate with a single inhale.

“Let’s finish this blunt off together then, yeah?”

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luvnahoya · 2 years

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draken, mikey, chifuyu and baji with a crush that’s different from what they thought

requested by anon <3

warnings : none

draken

- he thought you wanted nothing to do with him tbh

- you literally would just sit at your desk without saying a word staring at your. you seemed very passive aggressive.

- that didnt stop him though

- you were very pretty, and he could tell there was something else hidden in you.

- he went up to you and saw you working on a drawing, so he asked about it.

- did not expect you to start rambling on about your passion with a smile on your face, showing him your whole sketchbook

- listened to everything you said in full detail though.

- he just likes you even more now and is waiting for the right moment to admit his feelings for you, he eventually did and he couldnt be happier.

mikey

- he developed his little crush on you when he saw you at a bakery he visits often. you went there every day just to sit by yourself studying something.

- finally gained the courage to go up to you and sit at your table.

- you looked up at him with a confused face, and he asked you what you were working on.

- “oh! im writing recipes down, im a baker! it seemed fitting to come and write them in a bakery i guess.”

- bro he is in love with you.

- listens to absolutely everything you say. even asked you questions like what your favorite thing to bake was, how you got into it, etc.

- you were so sweet, he loved your presence.

- kept coming everyday just to visit you and see what you recipe you were working on, and your relationship blossomed from there.

chifuyu

- you sat at your desk alone writing, and writing, and writing about something that wasnt to his knowledge. occasionally setting your pencil down to stare at whatever boring thing the teacher was talking about with a “get me the hell out of here” look.

- he thought you were mean or something because you always looked like you were just not having it.

- came up to you once and asked if you wanted to help him study, and he was nervous as hell, to which you very surprisingly agreed with a pretty grin on your face.

- went over to your house and when he walked into your room he thought he stepped into a jungle.

- plants and flowers absolutely everywhere. literally it was the prettiest thing he has ever seen.

- “oh, yeah. i have a whole notebook about plants. they honestly fascinate me!”

- that answered his question about what you were always writing about

- kept coming over to your house to “study” but really he just wanted to listen to you ramble on about your pretty plants. eventually he asked you out with a bouquet of flowers you had been talking about.

baji

- he genuinely thought you were always like that. you always had your nose buried in a book, no matter the genre. you HATED it when people would interrupt you.

- sending judgy looks towards people, rolling your eyes when something made you mad, and loud exaggerated sighs.

- you still although managed to catch his eye. he knew there had to be something special about you.

-he went up to you after the bell had rung, while you were still sitting at your desk reading, not realizing class was over.

- tapped your shoulder and informed you it was time to go. asked you what was so interesting about that book anyway.

- “oh… thanks for telling me. well, i dont know. i usually just see a book and read it. doesnt matter what the genre is, a book is a book to me.”

- slowly started talking to you more and more when he could catch you at the right time, sometimes to tell you class was over as you still wouldnt hear the bell.

- came up to you once with a book in hand and slid it on your desk. you gave him a questioning look but accepted it. as you read through it over a couple days, you came across a little note on the side of a page. it read, “be my s/o?”

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simpforchuchu · 2 years

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What would they if they find out someone is harassing/therating you ?

A/n: Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: gang stuffs, violence

draken

• He's always been a caring and understanding boyfriend

• So he started to notice the change in your demeanor but hasn't asked anything yet.

• After a while your introversion started to bother him.

• When he came to your school one day,one of your close friends told him that you had threatened you to break up with him and that they would hurt Draken if you dont.

• He found that boy without being seen by you and no one knows what he did

• But that boy could never even look at you again

Mikey

• He's a pretty loving boyfriend

• But as the day went on, he started to worry when he saw that you were startled by even the slightest sound.

• One day, while yoy were sitting together, he asked you to pop some popcorn and he saw the message on your phone.

• Someone was threatening and harassing you

• He got angry but didn't show it to you

• He never forgot the boy's number and found out who he is

• He beat the boy to death in a public place and shouted

• "I will kill anyone who reaches out to what is mine!"

Mitsuya

• He's a pretty caring boyfriend

• So he'll understand when you start acting weird

• But he won't get an answer when he asks you

• One day, while he was waiting for you on the street, he was scared when you suddenly walked towards him nervously.

• "Babe, what's wrong?"

• He said he'd handle it when you told him someone was following you and he moved on to the guy

• He will gently warn the man

• If the man doesn't listen, he will definitely beat him there.

baji

• he won't understand

• He will understand something when Chifuyu tells him that there is something strange in your behavior

• One day, when he wants to pick you up from school unannounced, he will start following you when he realizes that someone is following you.

• He'll catch and beat up the man who's stalking you while you change your path

• No one can scare his lover

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linahopeeeee · 1 year

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8:58

⭐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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itjazzbicch · 1 year

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Looking Out For You

Pairing: Draken x Fem Reader

Summary: Being a girl in a gang is unusual in the readers conditions, but she uses that to her advantage, specifically in a fighting ring between gangs where she earns herself money, but also makes some enemies and when she thinks she’s done for, her friends come to save the day, Draken being the one to take care of her…

Warnings: Swearing, Male x Female fight, mentions of blood

Word Count: 3.6k

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

“You gotta be kidding me!”

All of the guys at the fight were laughing hysterically whenever I stepped up, all of them pointing at me, some small girl, popping bubble gum with my hands in my pockets.

It looked like I was lost, but this exactly what I wanted.

“Who would bet on you, shorty?!” This guy was sure he had this fighting in the bag, poking my forehead to send me back some before going into stance, “I’m gonna get a whole lot of money out of this one.”

“Don’t go easy on me,” Pop went my bubble gum, shooting a smile as he ran after me.

All of these guys were so typical and easy to read. They were just street fighters, the crowd cheering him on as they thought he had the advantage:

“Show her who’s boss! Kick her little a-“

That boy threw his punch and it was so easy to dodge, raising up my knee and spinning to the side with my left, leaving the back of his head wide open for my right leg to shoot up and kick him in the head.

Silence fell as he dropped like a ton of bricks, knocked out cold, slumped murmurs falling out of his mouth with drool onto the concrete.

“What was that about kicking my ass?” I snickered, blowing another bubble, “Didn’t even lose any flavor in this gum yet!”

“Wha- Did she just knock him out?!”

They were all flabbergasted, meanwhile I was smiling, eyes locking onto my next contestant.

“You got lucky! But that won’t work on me, girly!”

Some shaved head idiot started raging toward me and right as he approached me, one kick up right under the chin.

He was tougher than the last guy, that one didn’t knock him out, but it wasn’t done just yet, smashing his head with an elbow and that one did the trick, having him falling to the ground just like his friend.

“Anyone here actually gonna give me a challenge?”

Looking around, all of the guys here we frozen, jaws on the ground with all eyes on me.

“No?” I popped my gum again, shaking my head, “What a shame. Make sure you’re all ready for next time. You haven’t seen the last of me!”

This was such an easy game. Considering my mother worked all night long and still didn’t make much money, I fought in these little tournaments between gangs to earn some money.

No one would ever bet on me because I was the only girl who would stepped up to a man, let alone gang members too.

I was a member of the Tokyo Majin Gang, but I rarely showed my face, so I was a mere stranger to everyone.

But I had a friend on the inside. He’d bet the money, I win the fights, we split the profit and we both get good money from it.

“You never fail, Y/N! Look how much yen we got this time!”

Heading over with Joko down the alley we always took home, he sure had a bright smile on his face and it went right onto mine.

“Oh hell yeah!” I smiled, taking my half, “Just imagine all cash we’ll get if we keep it up!”

“No kidding, sis!” He laughed, cheering as he skipped down the alley, but suddenly coming to a halt as he stumbled into a tall stature.

“Oh, hey Draken,” I nodded up at him, but his face was as stone cold as ever. Something told me that he wasn’t happy with me.

“Excuse me! I’m so sorry, sir!” Joko immediately bowed his head and kept posture.

I was close to Draken, so I didn’t bother, but did stay still whenever Draken commanded to Joko:

“You go on ahead home. Y/N and I need to have a talk. I’ll walk her home.”

“Yes, sir!” Joko bowed once more before waving to me and running off.

“Aww, Kenny. If you missed me that’s all you had to say,” I giggled, joining his side as we began our walk.

“What did I tell you about calling me that?!” He growled, making me laugh more:

“Don’t be so serious, my man! Anywho, what we do we need to talk about?”

“You can wait till we get to your place,” He murmured, hands in his pockets and following me along.

That wasn’t a good sign. Was something happening with the gang that I needed to know about?

Regardless, during our walk I prepared myself. Thank goodness my mother left already, heading in and getting us two colas , sliding on to him over the counter.

“So, we’re here. What’s the deal?” Some cola eased my nerves a bit, and finally Draken spoke his mind:

“So, why do I still keep hearing about a some short girl, who likes to pop bubble gum, showing up at gang fights for money?”

“Uhhh-,” I giggled softly, sipping my cola and clearly lying, “I have no idea! She sounds dangerous.”

“What did I tell you about fighting in those little rings, huh?” Draken wasn’t messing around this time.

Just great.

“That’s what this is about, man?” Why was he so worried about this?! “You know that I’m a taijutsu master! Those guys are so easy to beat! It’s easy money that I put towards the gang and take care of myself with. You know I don’t have it easy, Draken!”

“I get that, but it’s dangerous,” He glared deep into my eyes, he seriously didn’t want me doing this and I already knew why, “You’re a-“

“Girl?” I shot an intense glare right back at him. I hated whenever someone told me not to do something because I’m a girl. It’s such bullshit.

“And one of these days, you’re gonna run into a big dude that you might not take down!” Draken slammed his hands on the counter, already towering over me and that made him feel even bigger, “Or you’re gonna piss them off so bad that they’re going it try and jump you!”

“Like that’ll happen!” I slammed my hands down right in front of him and attempted to size him up, “I get why you worry, but come on! You’ve seen me fight!”

“For fucks sake, Y/N! What would you do if one day those guys get you alone, huh? And you have to fight a whole group of them without Joko or someone else with you? Tell me!”

His scenario did make me think and I truly didn’t know what I would do. Even my cockiness wouldn’t kick in while thinking about it.

“Listen,” Draken sighed deeply, trying to settle the tension between us, “I just want you to be careful, okay? You’re fighting between multiple gangs and I don’t want this to turn into a big issues when it’s stupid.”

Again, I just stayed quiet. I guess there were other ways I could earn myself some money, but fighting is one thing I’ve always known and it was the easiest route.

Coming around the counter, he placed his hand on my shoulder, looking down into my eyes:

“Do you at least understand where I’m coming from?”

“Yeah, I understand,” I whispered softly, staring at the floor till his fingertips lifted my chin so our gaze reconnected:

“I know you can kick ass, Y/N. You are a badass, you just can’t be so reckless.”

“Aww,” I couldn’t stand the seriousness anymore, getting him tongue tied when I twirled the strand of blonde hair in his face, “Who knew you were such a big softy.”

“Softly?! How dare you!” He growled, swatting my hand away, making me laugh more:

“Chill, man! You’re blushing, by the way.”

“Blushing?!” That only made his face more red and I held my stomach from laughing so much!

“It’s kinda cute though,” I just had to keep poking at him, till he booped my forehead:

“Whatever. I’ll see you later, shorty.”

“No hug goodbye? How rude!” I teased, thinking I’d get a cold shoulder, till he wrapped one arm around my shoulder and side hugged me:

“There? Happy now?”

That made me smile, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Draken hug anyone, let alone me!

“Yeah,” I smiled softly, stopping him before he walked out of the door, “And hey, I promise I’ll call it quits with the fighting ring for a while You did make a good point.”

“I always do,” He smiled softly, looking away for a moment thinking, and he made me smile even more, “Tomorrow the guys and I are gonna go for a ride and do some talking. Tag along, I know that bike of yours can ride.”

“Faster than yours,” I giggled, left smiling as he rolled his eyes, shutting the door:

“Whatever you say, shorty!”

*the next day*

Today was as typical as any other. School was easy, I went to taijutsu practice after and on the way out, I got the text to meet up so we could have some fun racing before the meeting.

I wasn’t paying attention while walking out the back door into the parking lot, sending Draken a text that I was leaving practice, but my head jumped up as I heard metal crashing.

My bike! That asshole I knocked out yesterday was smashing it with a bat!

“You dick!” I yelled at him, charging right for him till I felt someone grab me by the hair.

“What do you think you’re doing, huh?! Haha!”

The other guy I knocked out too?! I quickly grabbed his wrist, pulling his arm down and elbowing him in the joint as hard as I could.

That was enough to make him let go, backing away quickly to see that I was surrounded. That guy and all of his buddies were here.

Shit, this was bad. Very bad. To think Draken was right about this.

“You think we were just gonna let you off the hook after the stunt you pulled yesterday, huh?”

This was the first time in a long time I had to take my fighting stance in a real fight. I was surrounded, all of them closing in on me.

In that moment, I thought of what Draken said, what was I gonna do?

Looking around the circle, I was left with only one option. I picked out the smallest guy and punched his lights out to kick off the fight:

“I don’t go down easy! Bring it on, bitches!”

It’s been a while since I’ve been in a situation like this, but I didn’t go down without a fight. I actually took out a good bit of them.

It was just so hard to watch my back, that being the one disadvantage when I felt my hair get gripped up tight.

The grip left a burn in my scalp, but I wasn’t giving up, trying to kick the one guys away, but he kicked my knee out then kneed me right in the ribs.

That instantly knocked all of the wind out of me, about coughing up a lung, eyes heavy and head woozy whenever he picked my head up by the hair again:

“Told ya we’d teach you a lesson! Coming to our fight club and thinking you own the place!”

A punch right to my gut made me collapse, but he kept me up by the hair. All I could try to do in that moment was breathe, but the sound of motorcycle engines caught my attention.

Tires screeching made everyone come to a halt, hearing from behind me:

“Y/N!!”

Baji?

“You get your damn hands off of her!”

There was Draken right in front of me and he sent that dude into another atmosphere with just one punch.

Finally, I was let go and I fell to the concrete, curled up into a ball, coughing and heavily panting. Those punches and knee strikes were so strong I still couldn’t breathe right.

“Wait? She’s with the Tokyo Majin Gang?!”

That sure took them all by surprise. Glancing upward briefly, Draken, Baji, and Mikey were kicking all of their asses.

“Hey, Y/N! You gotta breathe! Don’t worry, I got you,” Mitsuya scooped me up in his arms softly and I tried my best.

Along with his coaching, I was finally breathing right, but damn did I feel like crap.

“You listen to me!” Everyone stopped what they were doing, all of those guys beat up and on the ground while Draken had their leader by the shirt.

I’ve never seen Draken so intimidating and terrifying before, that guy about pissing himself, shaking in fear as Draken growled in his face:

“If you ever even come near her again, it’ll be the last thing you ever do!”

“Now, fuck off!” Baji made sure to get one last hit in, laughing while they all picked themselves off and ran for their lives.

“How is she?” Mikey was the next to come over and I hated that they had to see me like this.

This was the first time someone managed to put me down in a brawl, attempting to stand up as I groaned:

“I-I’m fine.”

The moment I stood up, I collapsed again, but Draken was there, holding me in his arms:

“No you’re not, Y/N. You got a bloody lip and all.”

“And they destroyed your bike?” Mitsuya observed, and I was defeated, just laying my head against Draken’s chest:

“I have no idea how they found out where the dojo is. They completely blindsided me.”

“Baji, Mitsuya! Take care of her bike. I’m gonna take her home.”

“On it,” Mitsuya and Baji both came to my sides, helping me up to my feet.

“Don’t worry, I can hang on to your bike,” Holding my stomach, I limped alongside Draken, making sure to thank them all, “You guys really came in the Knick of time huh?”

“We planned on meeting up here after all, it’s a good racing start,” Mitsuya informed me, “Good thing we came when we did.”

“You know we always have your back, sis,” Baji smiled softly, Mikey smiling at me too:

“Always.”

“Thanks guys,” I said softly, head down as I went to Draken’s bike.

“You sure you’ll be okay for the ride?” Draken was hesitant to hop on because of my condition, but I climbed right on and just nodded.

This pain was like burning in hell. I was clinging onto Draken for dear life during that ride and it wasn’t even five minutes.

I was so grateful that my mom worked nights, if I came home like this and she saw me? Dear goodness, she’d lose her shit.

When we walked in the door, I had my back turned, ready to take care of myself alone, telling Draken:

“Thanks for bringing me home. I’ll take care of myself, I promise.”

“Y/N,” He sighed, shaking his head, “You can’t even walk.”

“Barely, but I’m still walking,” I went to take another step forward, but Draken shut and locked the door, coming and scooping me softly.

“You got anything to clean that cut?” He asked, taking me to my room and sitting me on the bed softly.

“Bathroom on the shelf,” I whispered softly, sitting there trying to hold back tears from how my ribs hurt.

I was so pissed that I allowed this to happen to me, that Draken was right about the bad side to this fighting ring stuff.

I never lost a fight and the fact that they had to jump me? What cowards.

“Alright, I got some wraps for your ribs too. I can tell they’re banged up,” Draken came back to me, kneeling in front of me as I sat on the edge of the bed.

“No kidding, guess I’ll just get it over with,” I went to take the wraps, but I stopped as he instructed:

“Lift your shirt up. It’s gonna be hard to do yourself.”

“O-Oh, okay-“

Why was I so nervous all of a sudden? On top of that, it hurt like hell when I lifted my arms up, biting my lip to hide the cry trying to come out of me.

“Here,” Draken slipped my shirt off like it was nothing, leaving me in my sports bra and when he looked down at me, gosh my cheeks were hot.

“T-Thanks,” No one ever made me stutter like this, I hope I wasn’t being too awkward, but it was like nothing to him:

“You’re welcome. I’m gonna try to be as easy as I can. You should ice this too.”

Running his large hand across my side, his hands were soft, which surprised me a little, the both of us noticing the bruises forming on me already.

“Ready?” Draken looked up to me for assurance before wrapping up my ribs and I just nodded, sucking in a breath, eyes shut tight but it didn’t stop the tears.

Even when he was as gentle as possible, the stings and pains were a lot.

“Hey, all done. It’s okay,” My eyes were still closed, but I felt his thumb wipe away the tears running down my cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Draken,” I cried softly, wiping the rest of my tears, “I should’ve have listened to you. I tried to fight, but there was just too many of them. I would’ve been dead if it weren’t for you and the guys.”

“It’s not your fault those guys are a bunch of punks,” Draken sighed, trying to help just because I was crying but I shook my head:

“You told me to stop fighting before something like this happened and I didn’t listen. I’m so stupid!”

“Listen, all that matters is that, we got you out of that fight,” When I felt him holding the side of my face, I finally looked him in the eyes, his gaze settling me along with his deepening voice, “There’s nothing we can do to change it, but it’s all gonna be alright.”

Nodding softly, I whispered softly, “Thanks again, Draken. I don’t think I can thank you guys enough.”

“Like Baji and Mikey said, we always have your back. Always.”

That put a small smile on my face and it was nice to get a smile back from him. It made all of the bad emotions start to drift away.

“Need anything else? Don’t worry about the little meeting. We can handle it another time,” I was so appreciative of him taking care of me and I did want to ask him something, but I was so nervous.

I always had the, fuck it, mentality, so I went ahead and asked softly:

“Do you mind s-staying the night?”

“Your moms not gonna get pissed, is she?”

Wait, he’s cool with it? That about made my eyes pop out of my head, snapping out of it a bit to reply:

“She crashes in her room as soon as she comes home. Literally always. I’m not worried about it. It’s just-“

“Just what?” No one’s ever seen me like this and I think that’s why Draken was being so understanding, extremely hard to get off my chest:

“That was the first time in my life I think, that I was truly scared. You know how some of these gangs are and what they do to girls. Let alone one who kicked their asses.”

“Now, you know I’d never let anything like that happen to you,” He assured, hugging me softly as he stood up, “Let’s get you laid down, you need to relax.”

That I surely agreed on, fixing my pillows and laying back as softly as I could, groaning through some pain, but relaxation waved over me as Draken turned off the lights, trying not to watch him too much as he tossed off his shirt, left in his tank top and shorts, definitely not admiring his tall, muscular stature.

He got into bed next to me as softly as he could, but the little bounce from his weight made my head hurt more, and he noticed how hard I closed my eyes.

“I’m sor-“

“It’s alright,” I cooed quickly, fixing my hair, “That guy about ripped my hair out and it still hurts.”

Everything came to a sudden halt, the pain I was feeling, my heart, time almost, whenever Draken scooted closer to me, kissing the top of my head softly.

“Hair pulling is such a bitch move.”

I went to speak, but nothing came out, my heart going double time as pet the top of my head softly, slicking my hair back.

“You alright?”

Sometimes he was so oblivious to others feelings, and I managed to get something out when I whispered:

“Is it okay if I tell you something?”

“What’s up?”

Again, completely oblivious. Hopefully, my actions made things more clear as I took his arm that was close to me, placing it over me softly, fighting tears again as I admitted to him:

“I feel so safe with you. Like nothing could ever hurt me.”

“That’s because you are,” Another kiss, but on my forehead, made those tears happy ones, feeling the drowsiness guiding me to sleep along with his whisper: “I’ll always protect you, Y/N.”

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hiwofumi · 2 years

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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

<- Previous chapter

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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bluerskiees · 2 years

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RYUUGUJI KEN FLUFF HEADCANONS ☁️

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

• Loves doing your hair.

• Buys you food with a flag along with mikey's.

• Probably has a lot of vids and pics of you.

• Adores the way you look so small compared to him.

• Teases you because you're short.

• Teaches you to fight because he doesn't want anything happening to you when he's not around.

• Teaches you some hacks like how to fix your bike etc..

• Would love to carry you on his back.

• Tsundere. Wouldn't let you know he likes you until he actually confesses.

• Hard Dom but likes soft sex.

• Cuddles are a must.

• He takes you and mikey out a lot.

• Did mikey get tooo close to you? Here comes the jealousy.

• Y/N: If I die, my funeral is going to be the biggest party ever and you’re all invited

DRAKEN : If?

MIKEY: Great, the only party I’ve ever been invited to and they might not even die.

• DRAKEN, looking at the mirror stressed: My life is in the hands of an idiot!

MIKEY, motioning to himself and Y/N: No no no no no, TWO idiots!

• He definitely fucks you in his bike darling. In an open field.

• Would act annoyed everytime you and mikey do some silly shits but would secretly love it.

• Loves your smile more than anything.

• And if he was the cause of it? Baby, you're giving him diabetes. Its too sweet for him to handle.

• You and mikey stole his bike's keys and blackmailed him to walk in heels for a day to get it back.

• He fell. Almost broke his ankle but atleast you both enjoyed.

• Loves you homemade cooking. Since he didn't have a mother who cooks for him growing up, he genuinely loves it.

• Tries his best to not get hurt during fights because he doesn't wanna make you sad.

• Would buy a maid outfit for your bday.

• Loves it when you calls him daddy.

• If he was an emoji, he'd be "🐉"

< a dragon symbolizes supernatural power, wisdom, passion,strength, and hidden knowledge. Guess who else posses the same qualities ? DRAKEN. Draken is usually straightforward, not afraid to voice out his opinions yet being sympathetic about others emotion. He's strong yet he needs someone to lay his down on. Draken isn'tafraid to take risks when its about his friends. Just like a dragon, draken too has an unwavering spirit. And honestly, I think there's no other animal that would match his personality other than the majestic, royal dragon >

• Absolutely done with the shits you and mikey do. But what if u get into a problem? Draken is there travelling at a 400mph to get you both out. Yeah u get an hour of scolding from him later buts it's all worth it <3

⤷ ୨🎐୧࿐ @southside-otaku

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matsunosan · 2 years

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you see, i’m a sucker for angst so can i request draken x reader? i don’t know but i just feel like draken is the type to be angst, you know. well, you can write how ever you want. please discard this request if you don’t feel the need to write. it’s fine! thank you!

BABY, PLEASE - DRAKEN X READER

A/N: Thank you for the request! I tried my best on this one. I hope you like it! Please feel free to make another request lovely!

Prompt: draken x reader, angst

Summary: You put so much into your relationship with Draken, but his communication skills were... lacking. So, you decide to do what’s best for you.

WARNINGS: slight angst (not bad), cursing

Word Count: 1,193

Your heel bounced up and down as you stood in the shivering cold, the thick coat provided little warmth in the night and the wind spared you no mercy. Your shaky hand made it hard to tell the time as you tried to read the cold, metal watch. The wands pointed to 10:03. Draken was supposed to pick you up at 9:15. You decided to try calling again, reaching deep into the coat pocket to fish out your cell phone. The phone couldn’t read your frozen thumb, so you blew warm air onto it until you could scroll to Draken’s contact and press the dial button.

Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring Ring. Ring-

Nothing. You weren’t surprised. After all, he hadn’t picked up the last three times you called. Draken was 48 minutes late to pick you up for your date. 48 fucking minutes. His pattern of negligence to your relationship seemed steady, and you were done. As a matter of fact, you’ve already been done. Every night you tossed and turned in your sleep, every minute you wasted waiting for him when he’s running late, and every tear you’ve shed has pushed you past your limits. Your heart was already broken and you’ve already started to grieve, knowing what was to come. The breakup between you and Draken was inevitable.

After waiting for a few more minutes, you decided to drag yourself back into the warmth of your apartment before you caught a cold. Your legs were barren from the dress you were wearing and judging by the painful sting against the bare skin, staying out any longer would be dangerous. But as soon as you turned your heel, you heard the familiar sound of Draken’s bike racing down the road. A headlight appeared over the hill, though you were far too tired to talk with the man. So you kept walking, each heavy step taking you closer and closer to your apartment building. You wish you could have run or done anything to stay out of his line of sight, but soon after, you heard the ignition of a motorcycle turning off and Draken was already running after you.

“Baby!” Draken called you by your pet name, making your face contort into one of grimace. “Please!” Your attempts at walking faster failed miserably, your soon-to-be ex-boyfriend grabbing your frozen wrist as soon as he caught up to you. You were so close to being back home. “I’m tired,” you mumbled, still trying to pry yourself away from his grasp. “I’m sorry,” Draken immediately responded. “You know how things are. The gang needed me-” “For fuck’s sake!” you yelled, stopping in your tracks and snapping your head towards him. Draken let go of you then, startled by your sudden change in behavior. Had it been like every other fight, you would have said “it’s okay” or “do better next time”. But this time was different.

“Baby you know,” Draken pleaded, eyes filled with regret. “You know I have to be there for them. I-” “That’s the exact fucking problem!” you cut him off again, your whole body facing him. “It’s always about the fucking gang! Toman this, Toman that. What about me?!” You hit your chest when you said that, eyes burning with tears and lip quivering from both the cold and the sobs that hid within your lungs. “What’s your priority, Draken?” you spat, inching closer and closer to the man you had grown to hate. “You were always my number one priority. I sacrificed so much for this fucking relationship. I have lost sleep, I have skipped meals, I have cried for hours, and I have wasted so much of my fucking time for you! And what have you done for me? You have abandoned me time and time again, you always put the gang first, and fuck! You don’t even spare me a glance anymore! I don’t even feel like your fucking girlfriend more than I feel like a burden to you!” You weren’t even a foot away from him when you finished your rant, breathing heavily as you tried to keep yourself steady. The look on Draken’s face said it all. You were right, and he was ashamed of himself. “I can’t do this anymore,” your voice lowered, feeling like a weight had been lifted off of your chest. “I’m breaking up with you.”

Draken never thought this day would come, feeling like someone had shot him right in the heart. No gang war or battle could have ever prepared him for a pain like this. Everything you said about the relationship, or lack of, between the two of you was true. Draken hadn’t even realized what had happened. He took your silence as you needing space, deciding to push himself away without asking if you were okay. His lack of communication skills was awful and completely unfair to someone like you who has worn their heart on their sleeve time and time again. “I-” Draken started, hands shaking as he reached for you. “Don’t.” you said sternly, taking a step back. “You’ve done enough. You’ve broken me.” You finally let it out, hands covering your face as you cried. You thought you had shed enough tears over this boy, but the nauseating feeling that all of it was for nothing chipped at your soft heart. Draken didn’t know what overtook him as he enveloped you into a hug, arms squeezing you as you bawled. Your weak fists hit at his chest, anger bubbling up when you knew right then and there that you still loved him. “Why?” you choked out. “W-Why wasn’t I enough?” “You are enough,” Draken whispered into your ear, trying desperately not to cry. “I promise you. You are my everything.” You looked beautiful, even with your tear-stained cheeks and ruined eye makeup. Draken would never forget this moment or your words. He would hold himself accountable and change so that you could have the best boyfriend there was.

Draken held onto you until your cries softened, but you continued to shake. “D-Draken,” your teeth chattered. “I need to go.” “Can we please talk?” Draken practically begged, taking a step away from you. You said nothing, beginning to walk back home. “Baby?” Draken wasn’t going to take no for an answer, wrapping a hand around your waist. You stopped, turning around to tell him the poisonous truth. “We cannot be together Draken,” you said matter-of-factly, every sign of emotion leaving as you became numb. “I am moving in two days. I got accepted into my favorite school and I won’t sit around waiting for another chance. I need to do something for myself.” Draken’s hands went limp, falling to his sides when you broke the news to him. You weren’t going to tell him initially, instead, you were going to leave without a trace. Though, you wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep, so you settled for breaking Draken’s heart. His face looked soulless, not a single movement except for the stray tear that rolled down his cheek. Without another word, you walked back home and never saw him again.

A/N: Again, I am so sorry if this is not up to standard and seems rushed. Please request again if you would like something else!

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drakenswifeeee · 1 year

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draken x black reader

drabble: you clean draken up after a fight

warnings: none

genre: fluff

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The soft knock on your door pulls your attention from the movie your watching, looking over at the clock you see that its almost midnight, who would be knocking on your door this late?

You stand on your tippy toes to look through the peephole seeing Draken standing on the other side of the door, you pull the door open, gasping as you take in the sight before you.

Ken’s whole face is bloody and bruised, there’s cuts all around his face and his lip is swollen. He attempts a small smile, wincing slightly at the pain in his mouth.

Taking his wrist in one of your hands you quickly pull him into your apartment, closing and locking the door behind him, you walk him to your bathroom and force him to sit on the toilet seat as you grab your first aid kit from under the cabinet.

There’s a comforting silence surrounding the two of you as you begin cleaning his cuts, mumbling out soft apologies each time he winces. He watches with a small smile as you focus on the task at hand, trying not to think too much about how close you are, or how good you smell.

He’s trying not to think about how gentle your hands are as the apply the ointment to the cut above his eye or how you giggle to yourself as you pull out your cute little band aids with the flamingos that you love so much.

Fuck you’re so adorable

“thank you” he mutters as you begin cleaning up the band aid wrappers and putting everything back where it belonged.

“you don’t have to thank me, I’m happy to do it” you tell him, your voice so soft and sincere as you stand in front of him.

“wanna finish my movie with me?” you ask as the two of you walk back into the living room, sitting down next to each other on the couch. Sometime during the movie you and Ken ended up right next to each other, thighs touching and his arm is draped on the couch behind you.

The sound of your soft snoring pulls his eyes away from the movie, he looks down at your sleeping figure and he feels like his heart is going to explode. Your head is leaning against is chest, as your chest slowly rises and falls.

He gently picks you up, carrying you to your room, laying you down on your bed before grabbing himself a blanket and pillow and taking it back out to the couch, not really in the mood to walk back home tonight, its not like you’d mind anyway.

He sneaks back into your room once more and presses a soft kisses to your head.

“I love you y/n” he whispers softly, hoping that one day he’ll have the courage to be able to say those words to you.

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hoejosatoru · 1 year

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In The Shadows

Pairing: Fem!reader x Vigilante!Draken

Summary: When a masked man saves y/n’s life, she insisted on patching up his wounds. Despite the danger, she finds herself drawn to him.

Word count: 11.6k I’m so sorry I got carried away

Warnings: threats of violence/assault (from side characters not drakes), guns, being slapped not for pleasure, probably inaccurate medical stuff, needles, stitches, lots of blood, tasting blood is mentions, kidnapping, oral fem and male receiving, fingering, cream pie, pet names, not proof read sorry

The only sound that filled your ears as you walked home were your footsteps and water droplets hitting the pavement. It passed through your mind that it must have rained while you were at work. Not that you had a second to notice. You barely had time to go to the bathroom, let alone play weather-watcher. You loved being a nurse, loved the fast-paced environment, how the hospital was like a living, breathing being and you a part of its lifeblood.

It invigorated you and exhausted you. Some days more so the former and some more the latter. Today was absolutely a latter day. The ER was jam-packed, a never ending stream of complaints, pains, blood, injury, and fear. That was typical, as was losing patients. However, the loss of a patient today was weighing heavily on you. He was a young man, about your age, which you reckoned was fueling your obsessive thoughts. It was always strange to treat someone your age; it was like looking death in the face.

There was nothing you could have done, your coworkers told you and deep down you knew they were right. Still, you couldn’t help but turn over every step you took in your head, trying to figure out what you could have done differently to keep the patient alive. Had you not been so consumed by these thoughts, maybe you would have heard a second set of footsteps joining yours.

“If you scream, I’ll kill you,” a rough voice hissed in your ear, gloved hand covering your mouth from behind. You felt some sharp and cool press against your back and you knew immediately he had a knife pointed at you. You tried to wriggle away instinctually, but your assailant only gripped you tighter. “If you run, I’ll kill you too, bitch.”

Suddenly you were falling, shoved to the ground by two heavy hands. You flipped over frantically, finding a ragged looking man standing over you. He had an evil sneer and eyes that promised violence. Adrenaline flamed through your body, putting you into survival mode. You looked around desperately, hoping to see someone who could help or something you could use for a weapon. You instantly regretted taking a shortcut through an industrial area; it was devoid of anyone at this hour. There was a metal pipe about a half block away, but it might as well have been on the other side of the world. You were trapped.

“What do you want,” you croaked, hoping the 20s in your wallet would appease him.

The man crept over you, like a spider approaching his prey. You were caged in by his limbs, suffocating on the stale odor of his body. “You. And your money,” he replied.

“Please,” you begged, “Just take the money and let me go. I won’t call the police, please.” The second the words left your mouth you knew it was useless. This man was not driven by monetary gain, you could see, but by violence. He was getting off on your fear.

“Shut the fuck up,” he spat, pressed the blade to your neck, “Shut up and listen and I’ll let you live.” Your body went still; you knew more than anyone that a nick to your jugular could be game over. As the assailant started to fumble with his jeans, a sense of rage washed over you. This was not going to happen to you, not without a fight at least.

Your brain was working overtime, concocting a plan to wait until he pulled his dick out, when you assumed he would be most vulnerable, and kick him in the balls as hard as you could. Then run for your life. It was stupid and could very well get you killed. Somewhere in the back of your mind you wondered if this was some sick karmic justice for the patient that died. A life for a life. You couldn’t focus on that, though. Your full attention was on the man in front of you. You were bracing yourself as his pants unzipped, getting ready for the right moment.

Suddenly, the man was off of you. You couldn’t process what had happened, just that there was a weight, a darkness over you one second and now there was not. When your brain caught up to your eyes, you saw a second figure dressed all black with plain black cloth covering his face from the nose up. He had ripped the attacker off of and was now looming over him as he had you.

You scrambled to your feet, pressing yourself against the cool, damp brick wall. You watched the scene play out, hoping that if you flattened yourself enough they would forget you were there.

“The fuck is your pr-” your attacked was cut off by a swift kick from the man in black. He went reeling, crumbling with moans of pain.

The man in black turned his attention to you, “Are you okay?” No, but yes. You nodded, unable to push words through the veil of shock over you. Then, the attacker was up again, rushing towards the masked man. You pointed, possibly even said, “Watch out,” but it was too late. The attacker slashed the masked man across the bicep. He grumbled, a sound of annoyance, like when you found a mosquito on you, rather than one of pain.

He grabbed the assailant’s wrist, twisting it until a sickening snap filled the air. The assailant wailed, dropping the knife. The masked man kicked it far away, before giving the assailant a few kicks of his own. He begged for him to stop.

“Would you have stopped if she begged you to?” the masked man questioned venomously. You knew the answer to that. “If I ever see your fucking face again, I��ll do worse than this.” With a final punch, your attacker was out cold. The masked man picked him up with ease, tossing him into one of those green industrial garbage bins and slamming the top shut.

The man turned and looked at you, well you think he looked at you. His mask was a continuous piece of cloth with no eye holes. You weren’t sure how he saw at all, but clearly it wasn’t an issue. He approached you and you knew you ought to be scared of this man who was clearly very strong and not afraid of violence, but none of you felt afraid. He was nothing like the man currently taking a forced nap in the garbage.

“Are you alright?” he checked again. You nodded and he turned to leave.

“Wait!” you found your voice, “Your arm.”

The man shrugged, seemingly unaffected by the wound. Even though it was dark and he was wearing a black long sleeve, you could see it was bleeding a fair amount. “It’s nothing.”

“You need a hospital and stitches, most likely,” you replied.

“I can’t go to hospitals, they ask too many questions,” he dismissed you gruffly, “It’s a scratch, it will heal on its own.” He turned again, but you stepped in his path.

“Even if it was just a scratch, which it definitely is not, that knife is probably filthy,” you replied, “If you get an infection in your bloodstream, it’s game over. You really want that guy to be the reason you die?”

He let out a frustrated sigh. “I just can’t, okay?”

“Let me help you,” you insisted, “As a thank you. I’m a nurse.” You fished your hospital badge out from under your shirt, flashing at him as proof. “We don’t have to go to the hospital, just my apartment. I won’t ask any questions.” You’re not sure why you felt so compelled to help this man, but it felt like an absolute necessity. He may have saved your life, this was the least you could do. Plus, a selfish part of you knew if you went back to your apartment all alone after this incident you would probably have a full on panic attack. You desperately needed the distraction.

The man was silent, considering your offer. “It is dangerous.”

“No more dangerous than bloodborne pathogens.”

He sighed, caving to your demand. “Fine.” His one stipulation was that you could not walk there together, which you didn’t argue. You gave him instructions to your place and told him which window he should look for. You didn’t realize until you walked away that he meant to come up through the fire escape.

You hurried back to your place, wanting the safety of your four walls. As you walked, the adrenaline wore off and you felt the full impact of having a near death - or at least near assault - experience. Your body was buzzing and felt heavy. You couldn’t quite catch your breath. Finally, though, you arrived, giving you some relief.

You dropped your bag by the door and kicked off your shoes. You went down the hall, collecting some towels and your first aid kit. You knew it would be best to do something like this in a bathroom, however your crappy little apartment had an even smaller, crappier bathroom. There would not be enough room for this man - who was rather large, over 6 feet you reckoned - yourself and your supplies. So, you spread out a big towel on the kitchen table (it doesn’t get used much anyways) and set out all the supplies you would need. It dawned on you then that he could just have used this to give you the slip and never intended to come.

That fear was quelled by a knock at your window. The man was crouched on your fire escape, mask still on. You told him he could come in. “You should really keep that locked,” he said as he slid inside.

“You can lecture me later,” you replied, patting the towel on your table, “Sit.” Wordlessly, he followed your command. He was a big, solid man, your table groaning under his weight. The black shirt he wore strained over his muscles. Who is this guy, you wondered.

You slipped on a pair of gloves. “Mind if I roll up your sleeve?”

“Go for it.” You carefully slide the sleeve up the length of his arm, as to not disturb the wound. Blood has dripped down his bicep, a very muscular bicep you noted, down to his elbow. Thankfully, though, the blood seemed to have stopped. You used a damp washcloth to gently remove the blood from his skin. This close to him, you could breathe in his scent. It was woody and smokey with a hint of motor oil and the metallic tang of blood. Oddly enough, it was not unpleasant.

“I have to thank you again for saving me,” you said as you washed away the blood, “If you didn’t get there when you did…” your voice trailed off thinking how badly it could have ended.

“You’re welcome,” he replied. You wanted to talk to him, learn about him, but he seemed guarded. You dropped the bloodied towel onto the floor, switched to some gauze soaked in saline. You worked your way closer to the wound area, gently cleansing it.

“Is this, like, a thing you do often?”

“No questions, remember?” his tone was a bit lighter. That was progress.

“Not a chatty guy?”

At that he smiled slightly. “Not really.” You prepped the medical needle, thread, and forceps. “Have you been a nurse for long?”

“Are you worried about my skills?” you mused.

“I thought you wanted to chat,” he replied. Touché.

“About 4 years. But don’t worry I could do stitches in my sleep,” you replied, “Might hurt a little, though.”

He just about laughed. “I think I’ll survive.” His voice was deep and strong, like a rich cup of black coffee. The more he spoke, you found yourself drinking it in. His jaw strong and square, his lips full. There was something alluring about this man. A stupid thought. You didn’t even know what he looked like and yet your heart was skipping a beat. Focus idiot, you told yourself.

“By the way, how do you even see? Your mask looks like a blind fold,” talking took your mind off how he made you feel.

“You’re not good at the whole no questions thing,” he huffed, “but it’s a special fabric that functions like a one way mirror. I can see out but no one can see in.”

You got to work on the repetitive process of suturing. Needle in, needle out, knot, snip, repeat. If it hurt him at all, he didn’t show it. He didn’t so much as flinch. “You’re a good patient.”

“Not my first rodeo,” he replied.

“So you have been doing this awhile,” you caught.

He sighed, a deep, sweet sound, “Yeah I guess you could say that.”

“For fun?”

“For safety. Too many shitty people in this city and not enough people doing anything about it,” he replied.

“You could say that again,” you replied. The crime rates have been going up recently. It was unnerving.

“It’s not much, but it’s something. If I can help a few people it’s worth it.”

You finished up the final suture, almost sad knowing he would leave. “Well, as one of those people you saved, I really appreciate it. And you’re all done. I’m all out of lollipops, though.”

At that he laughed, “Worst news I’ve gotten in a while. But thank you, I appreciate it.” He paused, rolling his sleeve back down carefully. “Can I ask one more thing of you?”

“Of course,” you replied as you cleaned up.

“Please don’t tell anyone about this. I’m trying to… stay off the radar. The less people that know about me the better. Also,” he hesitated, “I don’t want you to be in any more danger. There are people who don’t exactly like me.”

“Your secret is safe with me,” you replied, “And if you ever have any other medical stuff you can come here. I’ll help you, limited questions asked.” He smiled softly in a way that told you he would most likely not take you up on that offer. It made your heart sink a little, but it was probably for the best. Inviting a strange man into your home probably wasn’t smart, even if he did seem nice.

“I imagine your name is off limits,” you said as he slid the window back open.

“I’m sorry, it’s for the best,” he replied, stepping back out into the cool night air. “Take care of yourself.” With that, the window shut and the masked man was gone.

***

You kept your promise, not telling a soul about the masked man. You started calling him Shadow in your head, for his fully black outfit and lack of distinguishing features showing. It was silly, but easier than ‘the masked man.’ In any event, you kept it to yourself. It was hard because the near assault rattled you, but you couldn’t tell anyone that it almost happened without telling them why it didn't happen.

Work was the perfect amount of busy following the ordeal. It was as if it knew you needed to keep your mind off things, though not so much that you would be overwhelmed. After about 2 weeks, you were certain you were not going to see Shadow again.

So you were very surprised when he appeared on your fire escape again. “I told you to keep this thing locked, any weirdo could get in,” he said by way of greeting as he slid through the window.

“Are you one of the weirdos in question?” you replied, hoping your voice didn’t give way how excited you were to see him. You were acutely aware, though, that you were in ratty old pjs. He couldn’t have picked a night where you wore the cute matching set you bought yourself last Christmas?

“Probably, given the circumstances,” he answered, groaning a little and he pushed the window back down.

“You’re hurt,” you stated the obvious. He wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t, but it was odd for him to show it.

“I’m alright,” he waved away your concern, “I just got hit in the ribs pretty bad. I’m afraid I might have broken one. I wanted to know if you could tell.”

You pulled a chair out for him. “Well the only way to know for sure is to get an x-ray, but I’m guessing your no hospital policy hasn’t changed.”

“Correct.” You left him to sit while you dug out a stethoscope from your first aid bag. You slung it around your neck, going back to him.

“Can you lift your shirt for me, please?” He did as he was asked, revealing his torso to you. He was as muscular as he looked, almost annoyingly perfect. You ignored the little line of hair disappearing into his pants, focusing his side. His skin was an angry red, with the deep indigo of a bruise beginning to form. “Did you get kicked by a horse?”

Shadow shook his head, “Just an idiot with steel toe boots.”

You gently ran your hand over the area, pressing lightly at different spots. “Does any of this hurt?”

“I mean, it doesn’t feel great, but nothing too bad,” he replied.

You continued to prod, “Any trouble breathing? Or pain when you take deep breaths? Like a sharp, stabbing pain?”

“No and no. It feels sore, but I wouldn't say it’s a stabbing pain.” All good signs. You wanted to check with the stethoscope just to be as sure as you could. You pressed the cool medal to his ribs, instructing him to take deep breaths. You moved the stethoscope around, listening for the telltale sound of bone grating against bone, which would indicate a fracture. You never heard it.

“Well I can’t say for certain without an x-ray, but all signs point to not fractured,” you told him, “Some ice would probably be good, though.”

“I wouldn’t say no to that.” You fetched him a pack, gently pressing it to his side. His hands slid over yours to take over, making you blush. As you stepped back, a scar on his lower abdomen caught your eye.

“What happened there?” you asked.

A whisper of a smirk crossed his face, knowing the response he usually got to this. “I got stabbed when I was 15.”

“15? Jesus. You really have been at this awhile,” you replied.

“Yeah, I was sorta… in a gang when I was younger,” he stated, shifting in his seat. That shocked you more than the fact he got stabbed.

“You don’t seem like the gang type,” you replied.

He shook his head, “I know what you’re thinking, but we weren’t bad. Just a bunch of kids that like motorcycles really,” he paused, smiling fondly at a memory you couldn’t see, “We looked out for each other and the people we cared about. We weren’t into drugs or weapons or hurting innocent people. I actually got this scar going after the gang that hurt a friend’s girlfriend.”

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have judged,” you said, “You’re a good person.”

He let out a deep sigh, “I wouldn’t go that far. And I should get going, I’ve taken up enough of your time already.”

“Shadow, wait,” you called, not ready to let him go.

He turned to you with a teasing smile, “Shadow?”

Your face burned red and you huffed, “Well you wouldn’t tell me your name, I had to improvise. Don’t laugh!” But it was too late, he was already fully laughing.

“I like it, maybe I should make that hero name. Get myself a cape or something,” he teased you. You threw a towel at him, which only made him laugh harder. Even though it was at you, it was the sweetest sound you’ve heard in awhile. “You know,” he said, “you never even told me your name.” You actually hadn’t realized that.

“Y/n,” you told him.

“Y/n,” he repeated. Your heart caught in your chest. “You can call me Draken. It’s a nickname, but it’s what all my friends call me.” Friends.

“Does that mean we are friends, Draken?” His name was sweet in your mouth.

“We shouldn’t be,” he replied, “If you knew what was good for you, you’d stop letting me come here. If they were to ever find out, they’d go after you. They’d do anything to get information on me.” The concern in his voice unnerved you; Draken didn’t seem like a man who feared much.

“Who are they?”

“I really shouldn’t I- fuck, I don’t want you to be in the middle of all this shit. It’s dangerous,” Draken replied, “Now would be a good time to tell me you never wanna see me again.” It was supposed to be a joke but there was a pleading edge to it.

“Sorry, you’re not getting off that easy,” you told him firmly, “Shouldn’t I know about what could be a danger to me?” Draken conceded, telling you about an organization called Bonten. They were a front for drugs, weapons, and anything else unsavory you could imagine. Draken explained that he was on a mission to take them down, which, naturally, they didn’t like. They had a hit out on him. Mostly, he said, he goes after their streetmen, trying to get information on where their HQ is, or anything that would help him stop them. However, there are times where he steps in to stop unrelated crimes, like when he saved you.

“Shit, how come you’ve never gone to the police?” you asked. You never liked the idea of Draken going after bad guys, but knowing they were specifically going after made your stomach twist.

“They’ve got half the cops in this city on their payroll. If I walked in there with information on them, it’s likely I wouldn’t walk back out,” he explained, then added with a sly smile, “Plus the other half of cops don't like it when someone can do their job better than them.”

“That’s a lot for one person to worry about,” you replied. You wished you could touch him, squeeze his hand, but he was finally opening up. You were too scared to do something that would scare him away.

“Now you see why I don’t want to involve you in this,” he said.

“I think it is all the more reason for you to have someone to take care of your injuries. Promise me that you’ll continue to come if you need it.”

He hesitated, but finally stated, “I promise. But we have to be careful. Don’t tell anyone about this. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if you got hurt.” You agreed, saying you wouldn’t tell a soul. Draken asked for your phone, which you gave over. “I’m putting in the number to my burner phone. If something happens or you’re in trouble, please call me.” He cracked a smile handing the phone back to you, “I made the contact name Shadow.”

You swipe the phone out of his hand, “I hate you.”

A sad smile flitted across his face. “I wish you did, it would be easier. Goodbye, y/n.”

“Goodbye, Draken.” The taste of his name made the goodbye less bitter.

Over the next few months, Draken would come in when needed. It was bittersweet, you loved being able to see him, but hated that if he showed up it meant he was hurt. The longer you went without seeing him, the more anxious you got. Once three weeks had passed without him coming by and you feared the worst. You kept conjuring up images of him bleeding out in an alleyway somewhere until he showed up at your fire escape. Luckily, none of his injuries were too serious. Mostly cleaning out and bandaging cuts, checking to make sure bruises were just bruises and broken bones. By some miracle, they never were. You only had to give him stitches one or two other times, but they were pretty small. From what you could tell, Draken was very good at what he did.

As he came, you were able to talk more and more. He was still very guarded, never lifting his mask, telling you his real name or any information that was too personal. Still, you got tidbits here and there and felt like you were getting to know him better. You cherished every scrap you were given, weaving them together to try to get a full picture of him. It frustrated you terribly that you didn’t know what he looked like, but you let your imagination run wild.

You had just gotten home from a friend’s dinner party when Draken was knocking on your window. It had been a little over a week since you last saw him, so it was hard to hide your excitement. You didn’t like to show how you felt around Draken, scared that he would run if he saw how invested you were in him.

“Hope I’m not disturbing you,” he said, looking you up and down. Well you think he did by the way his head moved, but you couldn’t be sure. You were glad you picked your favorite silky dress to go out in . Finally, you thought, he was seeing you in something other than sweats and scrubs. You were so vindicated you almost didn’t notice the blood dripping from his nose.

“Never,” you said, grabbing some tissues from the kitchen.

“You go on a date or something?” Draken asked. He tried to sound casual, but something was off in his voice.

You smirked, teasing him, “Yeah, with this guy who said he works for a company called Bonten. Ever heard of them?”

“Ha ha,” Draken replied dryly. “Guess it’s obvious why I’m here today.” He gestured to his nose. You gently dabbed at the blood, which had dripped down to his lips.

“Your split lip healed nicely,” you noted when you wiped all the blood off. There was only the faintest scar from where it had busted open a few weeks ago. You lost yourself for a moment, running your thumb along the plush of his lip. You blushed, feeling like you got caught doing something bad. You went to lower your hand, but Draken grabbed your wrist, putting your thumb against his lips and kissing it softly. “Draken…” you breathed.

“I’m not sure if my nose is broken,” he whispered in a way that said he wanted to say something else, but was scared to. Like he was silently urging you to understand a hidden meaning. He had stepped closer to you, his smokey, cedar scent making you dizzy.

“I-I can’t really see it with your mask on,” you replied softly. Your heart thudded in your ears as Draken wordlessly brought his hands to the back of his head, untying the fabric and letting it fall to the floor. You gasped, finally taking in the man before you. You were most surprised by the tattoo on the side of his head, but it suited him perfectly. His black hair was braided back, but two strands framed his strong, handsome face. The soft lavender bruise across his nose couldn’t even marr his beauty. His eyes were so dark you felt yourself getting lost in them already. “You’re so beautiful.”

Draken chuckled softly. “I’ve been wanting to say those exact words to you for a while now.” Then your face was cupped in his hands, his lips pressed to yours. Your head was spinning, feeling his lips against yours. He tasted good, even with a slight aftertaste of blood.

You pulled back breathless, “Wait your nose.” Draken pulled you back in, “Fuck my nose.” Well who were you to argue?

Draken’s hands slid up and down your body, rough and warm. You let your hands explore as well, loving being able to touch him for pleasure, not to patch him up. Draken backed you up so you were pressed against the wall. You loved how he towered over you. He put a thigh between your legs, pressing upwards. You let out a soft moan feeling his thigh come in contact with your clothed pussy.

“Gonna make pretty noises for me?” Draken cooed. He kissed down to your neck; you tilted back allowing him full access. The strap of your dress slipped off your shoulder as you ground against him. Draken took the opportunity to place a kiss on your shoulder. He pulled your dress down until your boobs were exposed, licking and sucking at your nipples, making you whine.

“Need you,” you gasped. You raked your fingers down his chest.

“Fuck, I don’t have a rubber,” Draken cursed, “But I got an idea that will test if my nose is broken too.” You gave him a confused look, which he returned with a sly smile. He dropped to his knees, the sight of him looking up at you making you flush. He kissed your ankle, your knee, all up your thigh, then ghosted over your underwear before repeating on the other side. You squirmed, aching for him.

“Don’t tease,” you pleaded breathlessly. Draken couldn’t deny you; he wanted you just as badly. He slid your underwear down your legs, a groan escaping his lips at the strings of arousal that went with it. Draken pulled your knee over his shoulder, looking up at you as he licked a striped up your pussy.

“So fucking sweet,” he murmured before fully diving in. Draken was not shy about eating you out at all. He pressed his face deep into the apex of your thighs, his nose nudging your clit. If it caused him any pain, he didn’t show it. He sucked at your clit, then let his tongue wriggle up inside you. You gaspeds, hands tangling in his hair. The braid had long since fallen, his raven locks flowing freely. Draken smirked to himself, feeling you roll your hips against him, greedy for more. “Go ahead baby, fuck my face.”

“Fuck, Draken,” you whined. His filthy words make your pussy clench. Draken - quite literally - ate it up. He loved how you responded to his words, his touch, his tongue. Within moments, your orgasm was upon you, pumping a rich bliss through your veins. You shuddered and moaned Drakens name as he gripped your thighs to keep you from toppling over. He let you ride out your high, savoring your taste on his tongue.

When you finished you sunk to your knees next to him. You gripped his face in your hands, pulling him in for a deep, sloppy kiss. You slid your hand down, running it along the bulge in his pants. Draken’s breath caught in his throat as you gave him a squeeze. You fumbled with the button on his pants until you were able to yank them down enough to slip his cock out from his boxers. Draken laid back, propped up on his forearms looking at you.

“You don’t - shit - you don’t have to, fuck-” he trailed off when you licked up the underside of him. He was long and thick, heavy in your hand. You wanted to taste him so bad.

“You were saying?” you teased. Draken didn’t protest, allowing you to wrap your lips around his head. You sucked at it, swirling your tongue over the slit, making Draken hiss. You let some spit drip down his length, giving some lubricant for your hand to slide up and down him. You bobbed your head up and down, allowing your hands to squeeze the parts you couldn’t. He was so big it made your jaw ache, but you didn’t mind.

“Fuck, baby, just like that,” Draken moaned. You focused your mouth on the tip, which made his breath quicken. You loved the way his stomach clenched as you sucked at his tip. His hips twitched and a breathless moan filled the room as he came, filling your mouth. You swallowed the slick salty release eagerly.

You collapsed on his chest, both of you catching your breath. A silence settled over you that started comfortably, then stretched out a little too long. Draken, you noticed, was oddly stiff. A pit formed in your stomach.

“Draken do you… do you want to stay over?” you tried, hoping he’d enthusiastically agree and that you were being over sensitive for no reason.

“I… probably shouldn’t,” he replied uncomfortably.

“I wouldn’t make you sleep on the floor,” you tried to joke, but it died on your lips when you saw his face. Something was wrong. “What’s the matter?”

“This… I shouldn’t have,” he replied, voice strained. He saw your face fall and continued quickly, “It’s not you it’s - fuck I don’t wanna say that. I just -I don’t have a normal life. All this time we spend together, the closer we get, it all puts you more in danger.”

“I don’t care, I feel safe with you. We could make it work,” you pleaded. You felt desperate, like you were gripping onto sand that would inevitably slip through your fingers.

“You deserve better than what I can give you. I can’t even take you out on a date. If my identity got out to Bonten they would go after everyone I cared about to get to me. I can’t put you in that kind of danger.” You were both sitting up and Draken was pulling his pants back up. He was leaving, you realized, he hooked up with you and now he’s leaving you. A wave of anger burned through you.

“You couldn’t have fucking figured that out before we… did that?” you snapped, “Were you just trying to get in my pants this whole time?”

Draken looked at you, hurt. “I would have hoped you’d know I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“But how could I?” you fired back, “You keep me in the dark about everything. Only ever come here when you need something. Then we have sex and suddenly it's too much?” Deep down you knew it wasn’t like that; you knew Draken was not using you. Yet your anger was in full control now.

“I’m sorry y/n. I fucked up, I know how bad it looks,” Draken replied. He sounded broken up. “I shouldn’t have let myself get carried away, it wasn’t right. I… I’m going to stop coming here. I think it’s for the best.”

Everything was crashing around you. You didn’t want him to see you cry, swallowing your tears as best you could. All you could say was, “Go, then.” And then he was gone.

***

It had been a little over 2 months since you last saw Draken. You flipped between sad and angry. Mostly just sad, though. You missed him so bad it ached. You wanted to tell him how mad you were. You wanted to kiss him. Most of all, you wanted to know he was okay. Night time was always the hardest; you spent far too much time staring at your fire escape hoping he would appear. You wondered who, if anyone, was taking care of him now.

You never thought you would see him again, which was why him showing up covered in blood was so shocking. He opened the window, falling through with a heavy thump before you could even get up off the couch. You’ve never seen him look so bad.

“Fuck Draken what happened?” you rushed over to him. You saw that he was bleeding heavily from a wound in his leg, as well as one from the head. His mask was soaked, excess blood dripping down the side of his face.

“I’m sorry, y/n, I’m so sorry,” Draken mumbled, “Didn’t know where else to go.” The words came through huffed breaths.

Tears welled in your eyes. “Shh, it's okay Draken. You’re going to be okay. Just hold on for me.” You pushed your tears away and went into nurse-mode. You gathered up all the supplies you thought you would need. Draken was fading in and out of consciousness when you returned, mumbling sorry again when he saw you. “You can apologize later, just hold on for me.”

You cut through his pants, finding a gash that was the source of the bleeding. The blood was a deep maroon, not the bright red of an artery injury. You let out the tiniest sigh of relief. If his femoral artery had been nicked, he would be a dead man. Still, the wound did not look good. For a brief second you considered breaking the rules and calling the hospital, however you didn’t know how you would explain this without outing Draken. But if he died, that would be a big problem too. You decided then and there that come hell or high water, he is not dying.

You yanked the belt off his pants, using it as a make-shift tourniquet. You figured it would be too hard to get the wound above his heart, what with it being on his thigh. Instead, you jumped right into applying pressure. You used your left hand to reach up and peel off his mask, which was sticky with his blood. It revealed a cut above his eyebrow. It would need stitches, you assessed, but it wasn’t life threatening. Head wounds bleed like crazy; they’re almost never as bad as they look.

You used your need to hold pressure on his wound. Draken groaned, a welcome sound. It meant he was still conscious. Though you could tell he was fading. He was pale from the blood loss. You used your free hands to cut open his shirt and rip it away. Thankfully you were met with no other wounds. Well, visible ones anyways. He was scraped and bruised, but nothing that required immediate attention.

“Didn’t know you wanted my clothes off so bad,” Draken tried to joke. His breath was ragged, making your heart pinch.

“You did know that,” you replied, trying to keep your tone light. His eyes fluttered. “Don’t you dare Draken.” But his lids didn’t open. He was still breathing and still had a pulse, so he was just passed out from the blood loss. You needed to work fast or this could be bad. You checked his wound and, thankfully, the bleeding had slowed.

You, being the neurotic planner you were, had a feeling something like this would happen when you started treating Draken. So, you filled an IV bag with your own blood. You won the genetic lottery and are the universal donor. It was a morbid thing to do, but right now you were glad you had. You fetched the bad from your fridge (hidden behind your favorite juice. Definitely morbid) and worked to hook Draken up. His veins were a little hard to find from the blood loss, but you got it soon enough.

You returned to his thigh wound, which had stopped bleeding. You nearly cried out with relief. You pulled on gloves, carefully inspecting it. It was a long gash, but not deep enough to cause permanent damage. You cleansed it until you were satisfied, checked to make sure it wasn’t still bleeding, then started stitching like a mad woman. You lost count of how many it took, but finally it was done. You moved to the cut on his face and repeated the process.

Draken was still knocked out, but his breath never faltered, which was the only thing that gave you comfort. You then began cleaning the blood off of his skin as gently and quickly as you could. You cleansed and bandaged some of the smaller cuts and scrapes. Then, you shifted your futon into a bed. You laid out an old bed sheet and then very carefully pulled Draken over. It was not easy, given his stature, but your experience handling patients larger than yourself helped. You put a pillow under his head and a few under his leg to prop it up. You’ve done all you could for him, now you just had to hope it was enough.

You worked on cleaning his blood up off your floor. It took a bit of work, but finally it didn’t look like someone nearly bled out in your living room. You bagged up his clothes and most of the towels you used. You weren’t even going to bother trying to get the blood out. You took the last clean towel you had and took the quickest shower possible to get all his blood off you.

When you came back out, he was still resting peacefully. You carefully crawled into the bed next to him, finally letting a few tears flow. You kissed his forehead gently and whispered to him, “Please be okay, Draken. Please.” You slept next to him - though it was less sleeping and more you carefully watching his chest to ensure it was still rising and falling.

At some point you must have dozed off, because the next time you opened your eyes there was sunlight streaming through your window. The soft, golden kind that told you it couldn’t be much past sunrise. You were between sleep and wake when Draken started shifting beside you. You practically sprung up, all traces of sleep gone.

“Y/n?” his voice was hoarse, but so welcomed.

You were nearly in tears. “I’m here Draken.” You looked over his body. It was beaten and bruised, but all the stitches held overnight. His color came back and his eyes had a spark to them. The vice of anxiety eased off your chest.

“What happened? What time is it?” his brows furrowed as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. He saw the IV hooked up to him and shot you a confused look. “How the…?”

“You were in really bad shape last night. I don’t know what happened before you came here, but I-I thought I was going to lose you for a few seconds,” your voice shook as you thought about his eyes fluttering shut. “It’s ab0ut 8am right now. And well… I gave you my blood.”

You expected Draken to be horrified, but to your surprise, he laughed. “And I haven’t even taken you out to dinner.” You laughed, brushing away the few tears that had welled in your eyes. You were so relieved to see him in good spirits. “Am I gonna live? With all appendages intact?”

“Yes, but only because you have the best nurse in the world,” you replied.

He smiled. “That I do.” He tried to sit up, groaning.

“But you should take it easy,” you said, trying to get him to lie back down. You compromised for being propped up on his elbows. You gave him a glass of water, which he downed quickly.

“Fuck that was good.” Draken looked down at himself, just in his boxers. “Wow you really want to get my close off, huh?”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up. They were covered in blood. I didn’t wanna stain my couch.”

He looked over at you, taking in the pillow and blankets beside him. “Did you sleep with me all night?”

Blush dusted your cheeks. “Yeah I-I didn’t wanna leave you. I was scared something was going to happen.”

Draken’s eyes darkened. “I’m so sorry y/n.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“No, I have a lot to be sorry for,” he replied, “Not just for showing up here and scaring the shit out of you. Though that was definitely not right of me after… everything.”

You shook your head. “I’m glad you did. Well, I mean I’m not glad that you were so hurt, but I am glad you thought to come here. I would never want anything bad to happen to you.”

“Still,” Draken sighed, “What I did that last time we were together was wrong. I never should have left you like that. It was so fucked up of me. I… I just care so much about you. I realized in that moment that I like you far more than I ever should have let myself and that scared me. Because if Bonten ever found out… I couldn’t forgive myself if you were hurt.”

Your heart pinched at Draken’s words. Though it stung for him to leave when he did, knowing he was so scared made you sad. You hated that he had to live like that. “I forgive you,” you replied, and meant it fully. “I know what you do must be really hard on you. You don’t deserve to feel that way.” You paused, debating if you should say what you were thinking. You decided to go for it. “For what it is worth, you are worth taking a risk for, Draken.”

Draken’s eyes softened in a way that made your heart skip a beat. “Does that mean I can take you out on a date?”

You smiled widely. “Yes, you absolutely can. After you’re healed though.”

“Suddenly I feel a lot better.”

You giggled. “You need at least a full day's rest. I won’t go out with you any sooner.”

“You drive a hard bargain, but deal,” Draken replied. “And I want you to know my real name is Ken.”

You groaned. “You’re telling me your real name was right in front of me this whole time? Disguised in a nickname?”

Draken - Ken - laughed at your indignation. “Guilty. But if it makes you feel better, the people closest to me call me Draken.” It did make you feel better; you liked the thought of being someone who was close to him.

You were able to convince Draken to spend another whole day resting at your place so you could monitor him (it really didn’t take more convincing). You made him breakfast, which he devoured. A good sign. He also took a shower and came out in a particularly low towel that made you squirm. You ran into a problem when you realized you trashed all his bloody, cut up clothes, meaning he had nothing to wear. Even your largest sweats looked so ridiculously small on him you both busted out laughing.

“You really don’t have to go get me clothes,” Draken said, who was now just standing in his boxers. You were trying, and failing, not to stare. You couldn’t believe someone could just… look like that.

“Well considering your only other option is walking home in your underwear, I think I do. Besides it’s just a few blocks away, it’s not a problem at all.” You could tell Draken felt bad but he didn’t argue. And it really wasn’t a big deal, you were back with proper fitting sweats in less than 30 minutes.

The two of you just hung out for the rest of the day. You enjoyed getting to know the real Draken, the man behind the mask. He was intelligent, funny, and really sweet, despite his hard exterior. As the hours passed, his color came back fully and his pain was diminishing. He was still a little achy, but all things considered, he was doing well. He ended up in your bed at night, you insisted even though he tried to say the couch was fine. He only agreed to sleep there if you slept there too, refusing to put you out of a bed in your own home.

Nothing happened between the two of you, though you felt like your bodies were alive with a current. You were so aware of him next to you, the weight of him on the mattress, his scent, the sound of his breath, it was like a magnetic force pulling you to him. You didn’t act on those impulses, though. It wasn;t just that you knew his body needed more rest, you were scared of pushing things too far again. Even though he said he wanted to take you on a date, you were still afraid he might change his mind.

Those fears, however, did not stop your unconscious mind from cuddling up to him in your sleep. You were thoroughly embarrassed when you woke up wrapped around him, apologizing profusely. Draken did not seem to mind one bit.

“Do I have medical clearance to take you on a date tomorrow?” Draken asked as he slipped his shoes back on. Your heart fluttered with excitement that he wanted to see you so soon.

“Hmm, I think that can be approved,” you replied. Blood volume usually is back to normal in about 48 hours, so he should be okay by then. You explained that it did take a few weeks for red blood cells to regenerate, so he should take it easy and stay hydrated. “Let me know if you feel dizzy or weak. You should be okay since you haven’t experienced that, but still call me right away if you do. And no strenuous… activities for a few more days.” You gave him a pointed look.

Draken put his hands up innocently. “I can leave the mask off for a few nights. I’ve got more important plans, anyways.” You couldn’t help but smile stupidly as you said goodbye.

The next night you were in your room trying to find an outfit to wear for tomorrow, when you heard a noise in your living room. Draken, you thought, hurrying out to see him.

You stopped dead in your tracks. The person standing in front of your open window was not Draken. Behind the fear that surged through your body you heard Draken scolding you for not locking the damn thing.

“You’re a pretty thing, aren’t you?” the pink-haired man said.

“What are you doing?” you asked stupidly. You body told you to run but you felt frozen in place.

“I think we have a mutual friend I’d like to discuss,” he replied nonchalantly. His cheeks were scarred, making his fake smile look more like a sneer.

“What do you-” Your eyes widened when you realized. This was a member of Bonten, you knew it your bones. Fuck. Finally, your body caught up to your mind. You sprinted back to your room, locking the door behind you. You heard this man sigh behind you, as if you had the nerve to run from someone who broke into your place.

You scrambled for your phone as he banged on the door. The whole frame shook and you knew the shitty old wood was not going to hold up. Your hands were shaking, making it difficult to click through to Draken’s number, but finally you did.

“Please pick up, please pick up,” you frantically whispered. You yelped as the door started to splinter.

You nearly wept tears of relief when you heard Draken’s voice. “Y/n? What’s up?”

“Please help me!” you cried. The door clattered to the ground, making you scream.

“Y/n? What’s going on? Are you okay?”

The man grabbed your ankles, pulling you away from the phone. “They have me! Please, help!” You were screaming and crying, unable to fight the fear. You could hear Draken replying, but the man stomped on your phone, cutting him off. Before you could even react, a sharp pain radiated through the back of your skull and the world went black.

***

The world came back to you in fuzzy blinks. The first thing you noticed was the dull ache in the back of your head, the second was that you were bound to something cold and hard.

“Sleeping beauty’s awake,” a voice announced. You looked up, funding three men staring at you, one was your capture and the other two were purple-haired strangers. They were dressed expensively, though you were in what looked like a run-down old warehouse. They were not exactly how you would picture gang members, but there was an air of menace about them despite their colorful dress. Especially the pink one.

“Finally, been sick of waiting around,” the pink one huffed. “You’re going to cooperate and answer our questions, y/n.” It unnerved you that he knew your name.

The one with short purple hair tsked. “Jesus, Sanzu, you’re scaring the poor girl.” He turned to you, a slick smile on his face. “Sorry for my friend, he’s not good with people. Especially not pretty girls.” Sanzu grumbled something under his breath, while the longer haired guy with glasses rolled his eyes. “I’m Ran, it’s nice to meet you.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded. He spoke like you were meeting a new friend, not like you were being held hostage.

“Not very talkative, huh?” he asked with faux sincerity. “Going to need you to speak for me, angel. Got some questions for you.” Ran went to push hair out of your eyes, making your jerk back.

“Don’t touch me,” you spat.

He chuckled, unperturbed by your tone. “She speaks! Think she likes me better, Sanzu.”

“Oh fuck off.”

“Would the two of you stop fucking playing around?” the longer-haired man interjected. “We don’t have all fucking day. The boss is waiting.”

Ran rolled his eyes. “My brother’s such a party pooper. But it’s true, we are kinda in a hurry. So I’ll get to the point: you know someone we are… very interested in meeting.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied, keeping your voice as steady as possible.

“No?” He reached into his suit jacket, pulling out a photo of your apartment building. It was fuzzy, but you could see yourself in the window as Draken climbed in from the fire escape. Your pulse spiked. “See, I think I'm a nice guy, y/n. But I really hate being lied to. And so does my friend Sanzu, only his methods of interrogation are a little more… ruthless.” He paused, letting his words sink in. Your throat felt tight and your palms itched with anxious sweat. These men were not afraid to hurt you. “Now with that in mind, I want you to tell me how you know this man.”

You debated trying to lie, but it was clearly pointless. They had photo proof you knew him. You felt violated and sick that you have been watched for that long, but you couldn’t focus on that now. You formulated a response to get them off your back without revealing too much. “H-he… helped me one day. I was getting robbed and he stopped them.”

“Go on.”

Fuck you knew that wouldn’t be enough. “He got hurt and I offered to stitch him up for helping me. I’m a nurse. It was just a favor I-I don’t know him.”

“Hmm,” Ran considered your words, “And yet he went to your apartment on multiple occasions?”

Your stomach clenched with fear. They’ve been watching you for so long. “I-I offered to help if he needed. But I don’t know anything about him. He never showed me his face or told me his name,” the words tumbled out of you in a breathless mess.

“Am I supposed to believe that? All those late night stops at your place and never once told you his name? Showed you his face?” Ran questioned, his hand ran up and down your leg in a casual manner. “Don’t know how he could resist a pretty girl like you. I’m finding it hard myself, and we just met.”

You felt nauseous. “He never did, I swear,” you lied, “He was very secretive. He only ever stayed long enough to receive medical attention and that was it.”

“Oh for fucks sake,” Sanzu jumped it, “Your methods are shit, Ran.” He shoved the purple-haired man aside. He crouched down to look in your face. “You’re fucking lying to us, I can tell.”

“I’m not I sw-” The crack of a hand across your face silenced you. You were stunned, cheek stinging and mouth filling with the metallic taste of blood. Ran gave you a ‘I told you so’ shrug.

“Do we look stupid or something?” Sanzu demanded. “You must know something about his identity.”

You would never give Draken up. Not just because it was wrong, but because you knew these men were going to kill you either way. You’d rather take his secret to the grave. “I don’t. I told you everything.”

Sanzu pulled a gun out and pointed it at you. You nearly screamed as you struggled useless against the rope that tied you. “Please don’t,” you cried. It was one thing to know these men wanted to harm you, but looking death in the face was something else entirely.

Ran and the third man didn’t even blink as Sanzu cocked the gun. He placed his finger on the trigger. He fucking smiled. “Last chance.”

Your eyes squeezed shut as tears streamed down your cheeks. You didn’t bother begging; you knew your words didn’t matter. You heard a loud bang, your body tensing as you braced for the pain… wait, why weren’t you in pain? You dared to open your eyes, finding Sanzu knocked out on the floor in front of you, a metal rod on the floor next to him. There was a flutter of movement around you, but you saw a familiar shape running towards you.

Draken.

He had another rod in his hand, which he was currently using to fight off the purple-haired men. Another gun was pulled out, followed by a loud BANG, but Draken dodged it. He lunged at Ran, the wielder of the gun, twisting it out of his hand with a loud snap.

“Fuck,” Ran groaned in pain. Draken snatched the gun off the ground and aimed it at Ran’s brother. He lifted his hands to indicate his surrender.

“Get the fuck out of here,” Draken yelled. When they didn’t move he fired the gun in the space between them, which set them off running. Draken was at your side in a blink of an eye. He kicked the gun out of Sanzu’s limp hand. He gave him a kick to the ribs for good measure, but he was out cold. “Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m okay,” you hiccupped. Tears still fell, these were one of relief. The second he untied your wrists, your arms flew around him, squeezing him tightly. He held you back, gripping you for dear life.

“It’s okay, I got you,” Draken soothed, “You’re safe with me.” Draken took you in his arms and ran. You tucked your face into his chest, breathing in his scent, absorbing his warmth. Your nerves were still a wreck, but you knew at that moment you were safe.

You weren’t sure how long Draken had been carrying you for when he came to a stop. When you looked up, you were at the back of a bike shop. “Are you okay to walk up the stairs?” Draken asked.

“I’m not hurt,” you confirmed. Draken set you down, but kept an arm around you as he led you up the stairs.

“This is my place,” Draken explained, “I want you here with me tonight if that’s okay.”

You nodded, not wanting to be anywhere else. “Thank you.”

Draken scowled. “You’re bleeding.”

Your hand went up to your mouth, feeling the wet blood from your lip. “It’s just a little cut, I’m okay.” Draken stepped to you, his hands replacing yours. He gently ran his finger along your lip, making you shiver. Anger burned in his eyes.

“Those fucking bastards hit you. I’m going to kill them.” You leaned into his gentle touch. You knew you should tell him not to, and eventually you probably would, but right now you could object to the thought of revenge on Sanzu.

“I just wanna be with you now,” you replied.

Draken kissed your forehead. “I’m not going anywhere now, I promise. Why don’t I get a shower going for you?” You nodded and followed him to the bathroom. He set the shower up, letting it get steamy. He placed a fresh towel on the rack. “I’ll be out in the living room if you need anything.”

“Wait!” The thought of Draken not being there, even for a second flooded your body with anxiety. “I… I don’t wanna be alone,” you admitted, not being able to look at him. If Draken thought the request was strange he didn’t show it.

You both stripped down and stepped inside the shower. You didn’t really look at Draken, not that you hadn’t seen him naked before, but you still felt like you were in a daze. Besides, it didn’t really feel sexual, even though you were both completely naked. It was a different kind of intimacy as you turned towards Draken and hugged him.

“I got you, y/n, you’re okay,” he cooed, rubbing your back. Between the heat of the water at your back and the warmth of his body pressed against your front, you slowly felt your body relax. You felt Draken’s hands in your hair and it wasn’t until your nose filled with the scent of spice that you realized he was washing your hair.

You were both silent as Draken cared for you. After your hair, he cleaned your body with a washcloth and soap. You loved that it was making you smell like him. Normally you feel a little embarrassed to be so bare in front of someone, but Draken puts you at ease. He did your face last, gingerly washing the blood off your lip.

“Never thought you’d be playing nurse,” you commented.

Draken gave you a soft smile. “Good thing I learned from the best.”

You stayed in the shower until the water got cold. Draken helped you out and you giggled as he tried to fit the one towel around the both of you. Eventually he gave up, wrapping it only around you and then scooping you up.

“Thank you, Ken,” you said softly, as he sent you down in his bed.

“You don't have to thank me. I should be apologizing.” You hated the hurt look in his eyes.

“Please, don’t. Can we just rest?” you pleaded.

Draken didn’t argue, letting you rest on your head on his chest. Under the security of his arms, your body succumbed to a deep sleep.

***

You stayed with Draken over the next few days, feeling at home almost immediately. You cooked and Draken cleaned the dishes. You showed Draken some of your favorite movies and he let you wear his sweats (but he laughed at how comically big they looked on you). You called out of work, citing a family emergency, which bought you some time to figure things out. Draken took one trip to your apartment to gather some stuff you needed, but besides that you stayed together the whole time. You didn’t speak much about what happened until 3 days later, when you were settling into bed for the night.

“Y/n, we need to talk about what happened,” Draken said sitting next to you. His weight dipped the bed, causing you to slide closer to him.

Anxiety fluttered in your stomach, fearing he was going to ask you to leave or tell you he couldn’t be with you. There was no point in pushing it off any longer. “Okay.”

“You didn’t let me apologize that night, but I have to. I am so incredibly sorry for putting you in danger,” Draken said.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. You saved me,” you replied.

“But if it wasn’t for me you’d never be in that situation,” Draken responded, “You… you could have been killed. Because of me. I could never forgive myself if you were hurt because of me.” The pain in his voice made your heart ache. “I feel like you would have been better off if you never met me. I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, Ken, don’t talk like that,” you replied, taking his face in your hand. “You have done nothing but save me. Do I need to remind you why we met? I don;t even want to think about what could have happened if you didn’t step in then.” You shivered at the memory. “And you saved me today. I know that being with you has… complications, but I don’t care.”

“You should,” he sighed.

“You’re right, I should, but I don’t,” you replied, “I already told you, you’re worth it. And I still believe that even after what I’ve been through. I am going to choose you, Ken. Every time I am going to choose you… But if you don’t want me, I won’t force myself on you.”

“Never,” Draken replied quickly, “I want you more than anything. I just want you to be safe. I’m going to do everything I can to keep you safe, I promise.”

“I know you will, Ken. And that’s why I’m not afraid to be with you, whatever the risk is.” A soft smile spread on his lips. “What?”

“I like when you call me Ken.” He pulled you into his lap. “We do this on one condition. You move in with me.”

“Are you holding me hostage now?” you teased.

He kissed your neck. “It’s not hostage if you want to be here.” He was right about that and there was nothing you wanted more.

“Consider me your new roommate then.” He kissed your jaw, making your pulse spike.

“I was hoping you’d be more than that,” he murmured against your skin.

Your body instinctively rolled into his as he gripped your hips. “And what were you hoping for, Ken?”

You didn’t miss the soft groan that escaped his lips. “That you’d be my girl.” My girl. You felt his words in your heart and your pussy.

“I’m yours.” His lips were on yours the second the words left your mouth. You were tangled up in each other instantly. You ran your fingers through his hair; it was out of the braid, which you loved. His hands trailed up and down your sides, before slipping under your shirt (well his shirt) and tossing it to the floor.

“So pretty,” he said before taking your nippled in his mouth. He palmed your other breast while he sucked on the other, making arousal pool between your thighs. You rocked against him, seeking relief.

Him playing with your tits was sending little jolts of pleasure down between your thighs, making you extra sensitive. “Ken,” you moaned, surprised that you felt on the edge already.

Suddenly you were flipped on your back, Draken over you. He reached behind himself and yanked his shirt off in one go. “Want you so bad angel,” he said, hooking his fingers into your underwear. “But I gotta prep you first.”

His fingers ran through your slick heat, making him groan. He pressed his finger into you, giving a few experimental curls. You wriggled beneath him, desperate for me. Draken obliged, pumping in and out of you. “So tight,” he noted, “Gonna need you to cum on my fingers before I can fuck you.”

“Please, wanna cum so bad,” you whined. Draken slipped another finger in you, watching how your pussy sucked his fingers in. The lewd sight made his cock ache. He pressed his thumb to your clit, needing you to cum so he could be inside you.

“Gonna make you cum, baby,” Draken replied, “Wanna hear you say my name.” His fingers pressed so deep inside you, farther than you’ve ever been able to reach. You could feel your arousal dripping out of you and coating his fingers. Draken leaned in, letting his tongue flick at your swollen clit.

“Fuck, Ken!” Your back arched off the bed and you came. The warm, wet feeling of his tongue on your pussy making your orgasm feel like fire in your veins. Draken smiled proudly at his work, then sucked your release off his fingers.

“Still so fucking sweet.” He stripped off his pants, allowing you to take in his naked form. You still couldn’t believe how good he looked. Not to mention how thick and hard and leaking he was and… fuck you were alreadying aching for him again.

“God you’re so fucking beautiful, Ken.”

He laughed. “No one’s ever called me beautiful. Are you just trying to get laid or something?” His arms were on either side of your head as he positioned himself above you. You felt caged in by him in the best way possible.

“I am definitely trying to get laid,” you kissed him, “But you’re definitely beautiful.” He let out another soft laugh and kissed you back.

“Tell me if I hurt you okay?” You nodded. Draken slowly pressed himself inside you, the size of him taking your breath away. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” His voice was gruff from the effort of not letting himself get lost in your tight, wet walls. He wanted to fuck you so bad, but knew he had to go slow with it.

His hips moved slowly, each stroke feeling sweeter. He was certainly the biggest man you’ve ever been with, but he knew what he was doing. “Feels so good Ken, loving having you inside me,” you assured him.

“Love being inside you,” he replied, pace quickening, “You feel like fucking heaven.” You gasped as his lower torso brushed against your sensitive clit. “Fuck, keep squeezing me like that and I’m not gonna last.” Despite his words, he showed no signs of slowing. The sound of his hips hitting yours and your slick wetness filled the room. It made you blush, but also filled you with an aching need.

“So close,” you gasped. Draken laced his fingers between yours, giving you a reassuring squeeze.

“Let yourself go, angel, wanna feel your pussy cumming all over my cock.” His words worked magic over your body, sending you over the edge. Your mouth fell open as you cried his name in breathless ecstasy. “Fuck, so good. So fucking good.”

Seconds later you felt Draken’s cock twitching inside you, filling you with his release. You loved how warm and full it made you feel. You kissed up his neck as he slowed, letting you enjoy every last bit of it.

Finally he stopped, kissing you sweetly. “I think I might be in love with you,” Draken admitted. The vulnerability surprised you, but made you smile.

“I think I might love you, too.”

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